Ring Tones 15.4
Title: Ring Tones
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Demarc 15.4
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: 10_per_genre 02 Jealousy (angst/tragedy)
Word Count: 957
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Phone calls bring both happy news and changes for Alan’s future.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Where it all began
Big table of prompts is here
Order of the story is here
Previous story:
Foreign Comforts
Traci entered her small flat, kicking her front door closed with her foot as she struggled with an armful of groceries. Her keys dug into her hand where she was gripping them tightly against the paper sack and she hurried into the kitchen to set her load down. After tossing the keys into a dish on the counter top and massaging the ridges from her palm, she started rifling through the sacks, emptying them of their contents. She smiled when her fingers found the small pint of low-fat ice cream and she went to put it safely away in the freezer before it could melt. As she turned back to her other groceries, she saw the cordless phone sitting haphazardly on the edge of the dinner table, where she had left it that morning to zip off to the market. As she retrieved it and went to hang it up, she remembered her invite to her brother and his charming boyfriend for dinner. She tapped the antennae of the phone against her bottom lip as she thought over her schedule. Quickly putting away the perishables and rounding everything else into a semi-tidy pile, she rang Alan. The voice that answered took her by surprise, sounding nothing like her brother. Or Robert. She thought she had misdialed, but then remembered she had used the speed dial. "Alan?" she ventured.
"Sis! Hey."
The voice sounded a little closer to her Alan and she sighed in relief. "I thought I got the wrong bloke. You okay?"
"Cold," Alan simply said.
Traci could now hear the stuffiness of a plugged nose and winced in sympathy. "Is Robert still there vacationing?"
"Yeah. Like a mother hen, I say..."
Traci heard someone shout out something in the background.
"No, I'm not talking about you," Alan called back to the voice. "Robert says 'hi.'" Alan said the words a bit too loud, making sure his other half had heard.
"Hi him back for me," she said with a chuckle, listening as Alan hollered her message.
"So what's up?"
"This is probably a bad time, with your cold and things... Are you still interested in coming by for a dinner?"
"You just want me over so you can visit with Robert." The cold made his voice sound like he was pouting. But then again, he probably was.
"Of course. I can see you any time, but his visits are gold."
"I see how it is."
"If you aren't up for it, just send Robert over. Meal times are much easier when I don't have to cater to the vegetarian of the family."
"I wouldn't give you that pleasure."
"You just want Robert all to yourself."
"Bloody right. I don't share well."
"I can visit with Robert and you can visit with Roger."
"You tempt me with my cat? How's the rascal doing?"
"Sleeps a lot lately."
"Always been a lazy bugger," Alan chuckled.
But they both knew that Rodger was getting along in years. Traci laughing along with him. "Dinner at 6?"
"6:30. We might get...distracted. Especially if--"
"Alan! Don't want to hear it!"
Now it was Alan's turn to laugh. "Bye," he said cheerfully.
Traci just shook her head returned the phone to it's cradle. Then she looked around at her cluttered table. With a deep breath, she started putting away the rest of her food stuffs and trying to decide what to make for dinner that had the least chance of getting ruined. At least there were TV dinners and lettuce for backup.
***
Robert took the phone from Alan as he walked by and went to disinfect the reciever and noticed that Alan had a missed call. He handed the phone over, so Alan could retrieve the message.
"Thanks." Alan wiped his nose on his shirt sleeve and heard the distinctive tsk from Robert and held out a hand, waiting for a tissue.
Robert watched as Alan listened intently to the call. He noticed a change come over Alan; his face seemed to almost glow a little, some of the missing color returning. Alan deleted the message and handed the phone back before blowing his nose and falling back into the pillows. "Should I be jealous?"
Alan opened one eye. "Jealous of what?"
"The person who put that glow on your face."
Alan smiled broadly, his nose bright red but his eyes shining with good humor. "No, no... well maybe. Someone who will take me away from you for a while. Can you live with that?" Alan asked, voice full of amusement.
Robert sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on Alan's warm arm. "Alan, I am not the jealous type. Job offer?"
"No, fair," Alan tried to glare, but was relieved that Robert was able to joke lightly of the past. "Yes, a job offer. A series offer, actually." Alan sat up and blew his nose again. "That was David Renwick. He has an offer from the BBC to produce a new series of Jonathan Creek and was wondering if I was interested. Frankly I am surprised."
"Alan, that is good news right?"
"Yes, I love the character, but it has been hard to be defined by the one role."
"You are more then that..."
"More than floppy hair and a duffle coat?"
"Much, much more."
Alan yawned and leaned back.
"Exciting day! When is Jonathan Creek restarting?"
"Next fall. They have two of the six scripts outlined, and I am beat. Mind if I have a lie in for a bit? Need to rest up before dealing with me sis."
”No, not at all." Robert leaned over and kissed Alan's forehead. "Love you, rest up."
"I will." Alan turned over and fell promptly asleep.
15.5 Cats, Conversations, and Conspiracies
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Demarc 15.4
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: 10_per_genre 02 Jealousy (angst/tragedy)
Word Count: 957
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Phone calls bring both happy news and changes for Alan’s future.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Where it all began
Big table of prompts is here
Order of the story is here
Previous story:
Foreign Comforts
Traci entered her small flat, kicking her front door closed with her foot as she struggled with an armful of groceries. Her keys dug into her hand where she was gripping them tightly against the paper sack and she hurried into the kitchen to set her load down. After tossing the keys into a dish on the counter top and massaging the ridges from her palm, she started rifling through the sacks, emptying them of their contents. She smiled when her fingers found the small pint of low-fat ice cream and she went to put it safely away in the freezer before it could melt. As she turned back to her other groceries, she saw the cordless phone sitting haphazardly on the edge of the dinner table, where she had left it that morning to zip off to the market. As she retrieved it and went to hang it up, she remembered her invite to her brother and his charming boyfriend for dinner. She tapped the antennae of the phone against her bottom lip as she thought over her schedule. Quickly putting away the perishables and rounding everything else into a semi-tidy pile, she rang Alan. The voice that answered took her by surprise, sounding nothing like her brother. Or Robert. She thought she had misdialed, but then remembered she had used the speed dial. "Alan?" she ventured.
"Sis! Hey."
The voice sounded a little closer to her Alan and she sighed in relief. "I thought I got the wrong bloke. You okay?"
"Cold," Alan simply said.
Traci could now hear the stuffiness of a plugged nose and winced in sympathy. "Is Robert still there vacationing?"
"Yeah. Like a mother hen, I say..."
Traci heard someone shout out something in the background.
"No, I'm not talking about you," Alan called back to the voice. "Robert says 'hi.'" Alan said the words a bit too loud, making sure his other half had heard.
"Hi him back for me," she said with a chuckle, listening as Alan hollered her message.
"So what's up?"
"This is probably a bad time, with your cold and things... Are you still interested in coming by for a dinner?"
"You just want me over so you can visit with Robert." The cold made his voice sound like he was pouting. But then again, he probably was.
"Of course. I can see you any time, but his visits are gold."
"I see how it is."
"If you aren't up for it, just send Robert over. Meal times are much easier when I don't have to cater to the vegetarian of the family."
"I wouldn't give you that pleasure."
"You just want Robert all to yourself."
"Bloody right. I don't share well."
"I can visit with Robert and you can visit with Roger."
"You tempt me with my cat? How's the rascal doing?"
"Sleeps a lot lately."
"Always been a lazy bugger," Alan chuckled.
But they both knew that Rodger was getting along in years. Traci laughing along with him. "Dinner at 6?"
"6:30. We might get...distracted. Especially if--"
"Alan! Don't want to hear it!"
Now it was Alan's turn to laugh. "Bye," he said cheerfully.
Traci just shook her head returned the phone to it's cradle. Then she looked around at her cluttered table. With a deep breath, she started putting away the rest of her food stuffs and trying to decide what to make for dinner that had the least chance of getting ruined. At least there were TV dinners and lettuce for backup.
***
Robert took the phone from Alan as he walked by and went to disinfect the reciever and noticed that Alan had a missed call. He handed the phone over, so Alan could retrieve the message.
"Thanks." Alan wiped his nose on his shirt sleeve and heard the distinctive tsk from Robert and held out a hand, waiting for a tissue.
Robert watched as Alan listened intently to the call. He noticed a change come over Alan; his face seemed to almost glow a little, some of the missing color returning. Alan deleted the message and handed the phone back before blowing his nose and falling back into the pillows. "Should I be jealous?"
Alan opened one eye. "Jealous of what?"
"The person who put that glow on your face."
Alan smiled broadly, his nose bright red but his eyes shining with good humor. "No, no... well maybe. Someone who will take me away from you for a while. Can you live with that?" Alan asked, voice full of amusement.
Robert sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on Alan's warm arm. "Alan, I am not the jealous type. Job offer?"
"No, fair," Alan tried to glare, but was relieved that Robert was able to joke lightly of the past. "Yes, a job offer. A series offer, actually." Alan sat up and blew his nose again. "That was David Renwick. He has an offer from the BBC to produce a new series of Jonathan Creek and was wondering if I was interested. Frankly I am surprised."
"Alan, that is good news right?"
"Yes, I love the character, but it has been hard to be defined by the one role."
"You are more then that..."
"More than floppy hair and a duffle coat?"
"Much, much more."
Alan yawned and leaned back.
"Exciting day! When is Jonathan Creek restarting?"
"Next fall. They have two of the six scripts outlined, and I am beat. Mind if I have a lie in for a bit? Need to rest up before dealing with me sis."
”No, not at all." Robert leaned over and kissed Alan's forehead. "Love you, rest up."
"I will." Alan turned over and fell promptly asleep.
15.5 Cats, Conversations, and Conspiracies