My Mr. Sandman, you have quite the effect on people
Pairing: Trish/ Pete
Rating: 14A for swearing
Prompt: Sandman/Benzedrine
Disclaimer: I own no one, if you googled yourself and found this turn back. Summary: Dr. Benzedrine looks back at how it began
A/N: written for raionnoasahi
January 20th: From the diary of Dr. Y. Benzedrine
Dr. Benzedrine was sitting at his desk trying to figure out how this all began. He remembered the first meeting he had with Mr. Sandman over Sandy’s issues with sleep and he knew that the whole doctor/patient relationship is a huge line that should never have been crossed, but he wasn’t really a doctor and Sandy’s ass looked to damn fine in those jeans for him to pass up the opportunity when Sandy had asked “So you want to grab some dinner?”. Benzedrine knew with those words everything he had known was changing.
“I guess we could, if you really want and you promise it won’t affect our… I mean your therapy”
“Well I am hungry and why would it affect anything that I’m with you doc”
That was a nickname Benzedrine would never like but from Sandy it was okay. Everything Sandy does is okay. Dr. Benzedrine began to write in his journal:
The night of the dinner was when I first realized just how good Sandy looked in his tight black outfit with the spikes and just how weird he was. It was shortly thereafter he introduced me to his friends H. Shoe Crab and Donnie; my they were a strange bunch the three of them but I was glad to see Sandy has friends. I just hope they’ll understand when I take him with me back to Dreamland where he belongs and I can play with the children’s dreams. I just hope Sandy says yes tomorrow night when I present him with the bat ring and ask him to be my one and only Mr. Sandman.
fin
Rating: 14A for swearing
Prompt: Sandman/Benzedrine
Disclaimer: I own no one, if you googled yourself and found this turn back. Summary: Dr. Benzedrine looks back at how it began
A/N: written for raionnoasahi
January 20th: From the diary of Dr. Y. Benzedrine
Dr. Benzedrine was sitting at his desk trying to figure out how this all began. He remembered the first meeting he had with Mr. Sandman over Sandy’s issues with sleep and he knew that the whole doctor/patient relationship is a huge line that should never have been crossed, but he wasn’t really a doctor and Sandy’s ass looked to damn fine in those jeans for him to pass up the opportunity when Sandy had asked “So you want to grab some dinner?”. Benzedrine knew with those words everything he had known was changing.
“I guess we could, if you really want and you promise it won’t affect our… I mean your therapy”
“Well I am hungry and why would it affect anything that I’m with you doc”
That was a nickname Benzedrine would never like but from Sandy it was okay. Everything Sandy does is okay. Dr. Benzedrine began to write in his journal:
The night of the dinner was when I first realized just how good Sandy looked in his tight black outfit with the spikes and just how weird he was. It was shortly thereafter he introduced me to his friends H. Shoe Crab and Donnie; my they were a strange bunch the three of them but I was glad to see Sandy has friends. I just hope they’ll understand when I take him with me back to Dreamland where he belongs and I can play with the children’s dreams. I just hope Sandy says yes tomorrow night when I present him with the bat ring and ask him to be my one and only Mr. Sandman.
fin