A March Frost 5.1
Title: A March Frost
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Collision 5.1
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 60 Ice
Word Count: 994
Rating: PG
Summary: When bad news strikes, Robert finds that time stands still
Authors’ Notes: Big thank you to all of our lovely reviewers! We love getting feedback, means a lot to us!
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Connecting
It was a cheery Wednesday afternoon and, baring any disasters on set, Robert would be done for the week. The new script would arrive tomorrow and he would get it memorized. Well, as memorized as was necessary, then the rest of the week would be his. He had planned to see the LA opera this weekend and was looking forward to the stage performance. He walked in with an extra spring in his step and a small blush on his face as he thought about the IMs he had exchanged with Alan a couple nights ago, still very fresh in his mind.
Hugh spied Robert as he entered the set, the weight of the news he had just heard heavy on his shoulders. He waved to get Robert’s attention and motioned for him to follow, leading him over to the trailers where they could have a few minutes alone. Robert had never really talked to him about his relationship with Alan, so Hugh was not sure how close they were exactly, but there was obviously something going on. Hugh and Stephen had exchanged notes once or twice on their respective co-workers.
They came to a stop and Hugh saw the questioning look on Robert’s face. He paused and lowered his eyes for a second before looking up again, trying to gauge Robert's reaction. “You haven’t heard?”
“Heard what?” Robert’s smile slowly faded has his normally bright browns dimmed and grew darker. Robert was confused. A gut feeling told him this was about Alan, but he had just talked to him two nights ago. He felt the world go dark at the edges and found a place to sit down. Wishing that this were all just some elaborate joke, he looked up at Hugh, waiting for the punch line. Praying for a punch line.
“There...was an accident a few hours ago. Some stunt gone wrong. The stunt double was ill, so Alan stepped in. It was supposed to be safe…” Hugh stopped. He was not sure how to continue in a way that would make this easier. House, his persona, would have had no problems. He put his hand on Robert’s shoulder, trying to be reassuring as he added, “He was brought in in critical condition to St. Barts’s with a deep laceration to his side and a nasty knock to his head. Hasn’t woken up yet. He needs surgery, but the doctors need him to wake...” He trailed off, looking down at his shoes a moment before looking back up and meeting Robert’s gaze. “Robert, he is gong to be okay, really he is.”
It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, numbing him to the core, roaring past his ears and filling his lungs. He gasped for air, unsure how to break himself above the surface.
Hugh saw Robert’s face pale. He made sure Robert wasn’t going to pass out on him before grabbing his cell phone and stepping away to make a call, pacing as he waited for it to connect. Robert and Alan were in deep, and Robert needed to be there, needed to be with Alan right now. His call to the airport was brief, as was his next one to Stephen.
Robert watched Hugh with a feeling of detachment. Nothing seemed concrete, everything soft around the edges. This couldn’t really be happening…could it? A few words from the conversation floated in his ears, echoing in his head, but not taking on any meaning. His eyes were dry but he felt hidden tears pushing at the corners, threatening to break free. Filming hadn’t even begun and he was already exhausted. How did he expect to make it through the rest of the day? He wrapped his arms tightly around himself, like he was physically trying to hold himself together. Robert looked up as Hugh put away the phone and returned.
Hugh knelt before Robert, touching his knee to get his attention. “It has all been arranged: Your plane flies out at 9:45 tonight. We should be done shooting in plenty of time. We will stop by your flat to get some clothes and I will make sure you will get to LAX. Stephen will pick you up in London and take you over to the hospital.”
Robert looked up and tried to make sense of what was going on. He could not think straight. He was stuck on the thought that he was leaving for London in 12 hours and he had no idea how he could make it that long. His eyes found focus on Hugh’s and thoughts started to swirl around in his head. Before he could speak, those thoughts were replaced by a new one. Words came slowly and quietly as he asked, “Stephen…you called him? How’s Alan? What happened?”
“Still unconscious.”
Robert took a calming breath and leaned his head back against the wall.
“Robert, he’ll be alright.” Hugh stood and turned to go. “Come on we have a whole day of homoerotic subtext to play around with and I need you.”
"Hugh? Thank you." Robert stood and tried to figure out how to get himself through the day. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and felt his keys resting safely there. He grasped them in his hand, running his fingers over each key, able to recognize each by touch alone, and closed his eyes. He felt Alan's key resting safely between the key to his LA and NY apartments, and singled it out from the other two, rubbing thumb and forefinger against the metal. Gaining strength from the simple touch, Robert let go of the keys and walked towards the set. He lowered his hand to the outside of the pocket, feeling the keys press against his skin through the thin fabric. He resolved to be strong today as he entered the set and put on his Wilson mask trying to disappear into character for a while.
One foot in Front of the Other
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Collision 5.1
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 60 Ice
Word Count: 994
Rating: PG
Summary: When bad news strikes, Robert finds that time stands still
Authors’ Notes: Big thank you to all of our lovely reviewers! We love getting feedback, means a lot to us!
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Connecting
It was a cheery Wednesday afternoon and, baring any disasters on set, Robert would be done for the week. The new script would arrive tomorrow and he would get it memorized. Well, as memorized as was necessary, then the rest of the week would be his. He had planned to see the LA opera this weekend and was looking forward to the stage performance. He walked in with an extra spring in his step and a small blush on his face as he thought about the IMs he had exchanged with Alan a couple nights ago, still very fresh in his mind.
Hugh spied Robert as he entered the set, the weight of the news he had just heard heavy on his shoulders. He waved to get Robert’s attention and motioned for him to follow, leading him over to the trailers where they could have a few minutes alone. Robert had never really talked to him about his relationship with Alan, so Hugh was not sure how close they were exactly, but there was obviously something going on. Hugh and Stephen had exchanged notes once or twice on their respective co-workers.
They came to a stop and Hugh saw the questioning look on Robert’s face. He paused and lowered his eyes for a second before looking up again, trying to gauge Robert's reaction. “You haven’t heard?”
“Heard what?” Robert’s smile slowly faded has his normally bright browns dimmed and grew darker. Robert was confused. A gut feeling told him this was about Alan, but he had just talked to him two nights ago. He felt the world go dark at the edges and found a place to sit down. Wishing that this were all just some elaborate joke, he looked up at Hugh, waiting for the punch line. Praying for a punch line.
“There...was an accident a few hours ago. Some stunt gone wrong. The stunt double was ill, so Alan stepped in. It was supposed to be safe…” Hugh stopped. He was not sure how to continue in a way that would make this easier. House, his persona, would have had no problems. He put his hand on Robert’s shoulder, trying to be reassuring as he added, “He was brought in in critical condition to St. Barts’s with a deep laceration to his side and a nasty knock to his head. Hasn’t woken up yet. He needs surgery, but the doctors need him to wake...” He trailed off, looking down at his shoes a moment before looking back up and meeting Robert’s gaze. “Robert, he is gong to be okay, really he is.”
It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, numbing him to the core, roaring past his ears and filling his lungs. He gasped for air, unsure how to break himself above the surface.
Hugh saw Robert’s face pale. He made sure Robert wasn’t going to pass out on him before grabbing his cell phone and stepping away to make a call, pacing as he waited for it to connect. Robert and Alan were in deep, and Robert needed to be there, needed to be with Alan right now. His call to the airport was brief, as was his next one to Stephen.
Robert watched Hugh with a feeling of detachment. Nothing seemed concrete, everything soft around the edges. This couldn’t really be happening…could it? A few words from the conversation floated in his ears, echoing in his head, but not taking on any meaning. His eyes were dry but he felt hidden tears pushing at the corners, threatening to break free. Filming hadn’t even begun and he was already exhausted. How did he expect to make it through the rest of the day? He wrapped his arms tightly around himself, like he was physically trying to hold himself together. Robert looked up as Hugh put away the phone and returned.
Hugh knelt before Robert, touching his knee to get his attention. “It has all been arranged: Your plane flies out at 9:45 tonight. We should be done shooting in plenty of time. We will stop by your flat to get some clothes and I will make sure you will get to LAX. Stephen will pick you up in London and take you over to the hospital.”
Robert looked up and tried to make sense of what was going on. He could not think straight. He was stuck on the thought that he was leaving for London in 12 hours and he had no idea how he could make it that long. His eyes found focus on Hugh’s and thoughts started to swirl around in his head. Before he could speak, those thoughts were replaced by a new one. Words came slowly and quietly as he asked, “Stephen…you called him? How’s Alan? What happened?”
“Still unconscious.”
Robert took a calming breath and leaned his head back against the wall.
“Robert, he’ll be alright.” Hugh stood and turned to go. “Come on we have a whole day of homoerotic subtext to play around with and I need you.”
"Hugh? Thank you." Robert stood and tried to figure out how to get himself through the day. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and felt his keys resting safely there. He grasped them in his hand, running his fingers over each key, able to recognize each by touch alone, and closed his eyes. He felt Alan's key resting safely between the key to his LA and NY apartments, and singled it out from the other two, rubbing thumb and forefinger against the metal. Gaining strength from the simple touch, Robert let go of the keys and walked towards the set. He lowered his hand to the outside of the pocket, feeling the keys press against his skin through the thin fabric. He resolved to be strong today as he entered the set and put on his Wilson mask trying to disappear into character for a while.
One foot in Front of the Other