stay the same // simon&alisha fic
title: stay the same
pairing/characters: Simon/Alisha, Alisha POV
rating: PG. Mentions of death
word count: 1989
a/n: my first WHOLE fic in about, two-three years. Oh my god, I'm pretty sure it's complete, un-beta'd crap. ~is nervous
summary: you think you're surprised? imagine being me. fic follows simon/alisha till they end up together
When she first sees him, she decides that he's weird. His hair is pushed too far to the side and his back is as straight as a rod, almost like he never knows how to relax. Not to mention the intensity of his stares can be down right psychotic sometimes. She wonders what he did to be amongst such fine young individuals as themselves. It's always the weird, quiet kid that takes a gun and shoots up the place, she speculates as her phone vibrates in her pocket.
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Her mind is, surprisingly, numb. Quite possibly from the dull thumping that is happening in her head right now. She turns on her heels and walks to grab her jacket. She's not even sure where she is right now, the blinding white lights and gray walls and floors giving the place a sort of warehouse feel. Glancing around, she spots her jacket on the foot of the bed and reaches down to grab it. As her mind starts to piece together how she ended up here, she realizes that he, indeed, must have saved her. Again. And taken her jacket and shoes off in the process. She supposes she should feel...something. Something other than the tingly sensation of excitement. She shoves the thought away when she can feel him enter the room.
Oh, Jesus, does he have to be shirtless? she thinks a little desperately. Alisha finds herself unsure of how to act around him. Everything about the weird, shy kid she knows has completely vanished. Alisha, who has only ever been faithful to one boy (a fact she's both ashamed and proud of) found herself thinking about this masked crusader more than she admits to herself. It simply started as something along the lines of flattery. He seemed to be following her. But when he touched her, it became almost an obsession.
Her heart pounds loudly and, for what feels like a split second, jumps to her throat. She wheels around, intent on keeping her poker face up. Not to let him see how rattled he's gotten her. Quietly he asks how her head feels and when she hears his voice, it's like something inside her leaps into action. She rounds on him, spitting accusations and demanding to know what the fuck is going on.
When he tells her he is from the future, she's quiet; disbelieving. But he's so different. His voice is lower, his eyes aren't shifty and he doesn't look so uptight. He stands confident. And she thinks that maybe he's actually telling the truth. And when he touches her again, his fingers lightly grazing her skin, she can't even look at him. She wants to leave, quickly, but her skin is starting to feel hot again. Like it hasn't in a very long time.
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She realizes that he very rarely sleeps when she's around. He holds her in his arms until she drifts away, and when she awakes he's still up. Watching his clocks. Watching her. He's always watching. Almost like he was waiting for something. But she tries not to think about it too much because it must have been something huge if he were to travel through time.
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She still regards the present Simon with as much indifference as she had before. He's still the weird kid who lets himself get picked on. She finds herself a little angry that he doesn't stick up for himself more and she rarely joins in on the laughter. The rest of the gang seems less than amused lately as well and its only Nathan that keeps it up.
She does, however, find herself around him more often. Without thinking sometimes, she'll take a seat next to him. Or walk beside him when they're picking up litter. She simply gravitates to him and the thought, surprisingly brings a little comfort. Simon looks at her like she's an alien sometimes. Most of the time he won't even look her in the eyes.
She's never been a very patient person, and now is no exception. Alisha is grateful that she can go somewhere where someone looks at her like she's the only person in the world.
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Holding the person you love, while they bleed out in your arms, is quite possibly the most horrific thing that could ever happen to anyone. She feels numb. Like there are all these sounds whizzing past her, a dull ringing in her ears that wont stop.
When she finally heads home, after calling for help for the others. She can't bare to look at them right now, so she sits in her tub and cries. The water from the shower hits her skin but the smell of burnt flesh and kerosene still assaults her nose. She thought about going to his flat, but she's not sure if she's ready for that just yet. Not tonight.
Everyone suspects her break up with Curtis to be the cause of her depression. If they only knew. She finds herself bitter towards the boy who still lives in the present. He gets to walk and breath and live. While the one she loved, the one she wants, is remembered by no one but her. Her anger is bottled inside, along with her misery, and she just wants to be left fucking alone.
When she finally enters his flat, her heart jumps into her throat, making it extremely tight and hard to breath. She finds a picture of her and Simon standing outside of Las Vegas and she can't hold her tears back anymore. For all that she's lost. For what she might not even get. For ever doubting her love for him, both versions.
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When she sees him with another girl, she can almost literally feel her heart breaking. She knew that she wasn't going to be his first but she was never told how long this relationship might last. There were more than one time when she thought that one little change might not hurt things, would it? But in the end, she can't do it. She doesn't want his first time to be with a girl he can't even touch. So she waits. Who was it that once said 'Your heart just breaks, that's all.'?
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Curtis is able to get her a job tending bar in some dive a few weeks after there community service is over. Its a shitty place to work, the management don't trust them because they give free drinks a couple of times a night and she hardly makes anything in tips because it's hardly some posh night club.
One night, after Nathan drags Simon in for 'a quick round', the lanky loud mouth had completely abandoned his drinking buddy for a busty red head who, after reminiscing about Ireland with her, vanished into the night with the girl. Poor Simon. Poor, drunk Simon. She had seen him tipsy before, but it was nothing compared to this. He was spilling his life story and Alisha was captivated.
Her heart broke for the boy who wanted nothing more than friendship. He had very strict parents who seemed to overlook their invisible son for a musically gifted daughter. His passion was film. He liked to capture everything about life and it wasn't until Nathan made fun of him that he gave it up. Alisha felt like kicking the prick in the ass for depriving Simon of something he was clearly so passionate about. Things take a turn for the personal when she decides to have a drink or two with him.
He asks about Curtis and wonders why they ever did split. Her back grows tense and her throat goes dry, she didn't want to face this subject, so she does what she does best and avoids it. She turns the questions back to him and he opens up about Jessica. Another topic she really isn't keen on discussing but she lets it slide because he obviously needs someone to talk to it about.
As the night wound down and she had to shut down the bar, her parting words to him were that if he loved something as much as filming, he shouldn't let anyone discourage him from do it. He smiled at her and slowly walked out of the pub.
As she closes up for the night, her eyes sting with tears and her whole body shakes with unease. She thought she was getting better at moving on. She's better at faking it, she supposes as she shuts off the final lights and locks up for the night.
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Leaving the lights off, she kicks off her flats and stumbles to the bed, her mind too clogged to do anything but sleep. She loves the feel of his satin sheets tangled about her. How cool it feels on her skin. She remembers it being a nice reprieve when he made love to her the first time. She sits gingerly, propping her body up on her elbow and takes out the photo of the two of them he had left behind. She starts to cry again and suddenly her positive thoughts on moving forward seem so far away.
“Where did you get that?” an accusatory voice almost makes her jump out of her own skin. Pressing her hand over her rapidly beating heart, and hiding the picture from her intruder, she opens her mouth to speak, but is at a loss for words. She notices, besides the confused look etched on his face, that he's putting his camera phone away. So he had taken her advice, she thinks dryly.
“Someone gave it to me.” she mutters meekly, her mind racing. She promised, she swore she wouldn't say anything to him. But the situation is quickly spiraling out of her control and she's not quite sure how she's going to be able to keep anything from him anymore. He's one of the smartest people she knows and there's no way he'll accept some made up story. Especially since he's seen the photo.
Time to tell him the truth
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He's weird around her at first. Not quite sure how he's supposed to act. She wants to take his hand, to reassure him that everything is going to be okay. She almost does, until he catches on and jerks away from her, as if she's molten fire. Her heart sinks and she thinks that this is a different Simon. His expression softens and he gently nudges her with his shoulder, making her smile. She wraps her arms around his midsection and thinks, maybe they aren't so different. She still wants to be with him. Still loves him, just differently.
The man from the future, the very first man she's given her whole heart to, had awaken something inside her that she had thought she had lost because of this freak power of hers. The man who's holding her, albeit very cautiously, loves her in spite of her flaws. He's seen her at her worst. Knows that there are very high risks and cautions when it comes to being with someone like her. He's willing to give it a try and sees her for more than just a pretty face. Two sides of a very wonderful coin, she thinks happily.
pairing/characters: Simon/Alisha, Alisha POV
rating: PG. Mentions of death
word count: 1989
a/n: my first WHOLE fic in about, two-three years. Oh my god, I'm pretty sure it's complete, un-beta'd crap. ~is nervous
summary: you think you're surprised? imagine being me. fic follows simon/alisha till they end up together
When she first sees him, she decides that he's weird. His hair is pushed too far to the side and his back is as straight as a rod, almost like he never knows how to relax. Not to mention the intensity of his stares can be down right psychotic sometimes. She wonders what he did to be amongst such fine young individuals as themselves. It's always the weird, quiet kid that takes a gun and shoots up the place, she speculates as her phone vibrates in her pocket.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Her mind is, surprisingly, numb. Quite possibly from the dull thumping that is happening in her head right now. She turns on her heels and walks to grab her jacket. She's not even sure where she is right now, the blinding white lights and gray walls and floors giving the place a sort of warehouse feel. Glancing around, she spots her jacket on the foot of the bed and reaches down to grab it. As her mind starts to piece together how she ended up here, she realizes that he, indeed, must have saved her. Again. And taken her jacket and shoes off in the process. She supposes she should feel...something. Something other than the tingly sensation of excitement. She shoves the thought away when she can feel him enter the room.
Oh, Jesus, does he have to be shirtless? she thinks a little desperately. Alisha finds herself unsure of how to act around him. Everything about the weird, shy kid she knows has completely vanished. Alisha, who has only ever been faithful to one boy (a fact she's both ashamed and proud of) found herself thinking about this masked crusader more than she admits to herself. It simply started as something along the lines of flattery. He seemed to be following her. But when he touched her, it became almost an obsession.
Her heart pounds loudly and, for what feels like a split second, jumps to her throat. She wheels around, intent on keeping her poker face up. Not to let him see how rattled he's gotten her. Quietly he asks how her head feels and when she hears his voice, it's like something inside her leaps into action. She rounds on him, spitting accusations and demanding to know what the fuck is going on.
When he tells her he is from the future, she's quiet; disbelieving. But he's so different. His voice is lower, his eyes aren't shifty and he doesn't look so uptight. He stands confident. And she thinks that maybe he's actually telling the truth. And when he touches her again, his fingers lightly grazing her skin, she can't even look at him. She wants to leave, quickly, but her skin is starting to feel hot again. Like it hasn't in a very long time.
- - - - - - - - - - - -
She realizes that he very rarely sleeps when she's around. He holds her in his arms until she drifts away, and when she awakes he's still up. Watching his clocks. Watching her. He's always watching. Almost like he was waiting for something. But she tries not to think about it too much because it must have been something huge if he were to travel through time.
- - - - - - - - - - - -
She still regards the present Simon with as much indifference as she had before. He's still the weird kid who lets himself get picked on. She finds herself a little angry that he doesn't stick up for himself more and she rarely joins in on the laughter. The rest of the gang seems less than amused lately as well and its only Nathan that keeps it up.
She does, however, find herself around him more often. Without thinking sometimes, she'll take a seat next to him. Or walk beside him when they're picking up litter. She simply gravitates to him and the thought, surprisingly brings a little comfort. Simon looks at her like she's an alien sometimes. Most of the time he won't even look her in the eyes.
She's never been a very patient person, and now is no exception. Alisha is grateful that she can go somewhere where someone looks at her like she's the only person in the world.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Holding the person you love, while they bleed out in your arms, is quite possibly the most horrific thing that could ever happen to anyone. She feels numb. Like there are all these sounds whizzing past her, a dull ringing in her ears that wont stop.
When she finally heads home, after calling for help for the others. She can't bare to look at them right now, so she sits in her tub and cries. The water from the shower hits her skin but the smell of burnt flesh and kerosene still assaults her nose. She thought about going to his flat, but she's not sure if she's ready for that just yet. Not tonight.
Everyone suspects her break up with Curtis to be the cause of her depression. If they only knew. She finds herself bitter towards the boy who still lives in the present. He gets to walk and breath and live. While the one she loved, the one she wants, is remembered by no one but her. Her anger is bottled inside, along with her misery, and she just wants to be left fucking alone.
When she finally enters his flat, her heart jumps into her throat, making it extremely tight and hard to breath. She finds a picture of her and Simon standing outside of Las Vegas and she can't hold her tears back anymore. For all that she's lost. For what she might not even get. For ever doubting her love for him, both versions.
- - - - - - - - - - -
When she sees him with another girl, she can almost literally feel her heart breaking. She knew that she wasn't going to be his first but she was never told how long this relationship might last. There were more than one time when she thought that one little change might not hurt things, would it? But in the end, she can't do it. She doesn't want his first time to be with a girl he can't even touch. So she waits. Who was it that once said 'Your heart just breaks, that's all.'?
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Curtis is able to get her a job tending bar in some dive a few weeks after there community service is over. Its a shitty place to work, the management don't trust them because they give free drinks a couple of times a night and she hardly makes anything in tips because it's hardly some posh night club.
One night, after Nathan drags Simon in for 'a quick round', the lanky loud mouth had completely abandoned his drinking buddy for a busty red head who, after reminiscing about Ireland with her, vanished into the night with the girl. Poor Simon. Poor, drunk Simon. She had seen him tipsy before, but it was nothing compared to this. He was spilling his life story and Alisha was captivated.
Her heart broke for the boy who wanted nothing more than friendship. He had very strict parents who seemed to overlook their invisible son for a musically gifted daughter. His passion was film. He liked to capture everything about life and it wasn't until Nathan made fun of him that he gave it up. Alisha felt like kicking the prick in the ass for depriving Simon of something he was clearly so passionate about. Things take a turn for the personal when she decides to have a drink or two with him.
He asks about Curtis and wonders why they ever did split. Her back grows tense and her throat goes dry, she didn't want to face this subject, so she does what she does best and avoids it. She turns the questions back to him and he opens up about Jessica. Another topic she really isn't keen on discussing but she lets it slide because he obviously needs someone to talk to it about.
As the night wound down and she had to shut down the bar, her parting words to him were that if he loved something as much as filming, he shouldn't let anyone discourage him from do it. He smiled at her and slowly walked out of the pub.
As she closes up for the night, her eyes sting with tears and her whole body shakes with unease. She thought she was getting better at moving on. She's better at faking it, she supposes as she shuts off the final lights and locks up for the night.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Leaving the lights off, she kicks off her flats and stumbles to the bed, her mind too clogged to do anything but sleep. She loves the feel of his satin sheets tangled about her. How cool it feels on her skin. She remembers it being a nice reprieve when he made love to her the first time. She sits gingerly, propping her body up on her elbow and takes out the photo of the two of them he had left behind. She starts to cry again and suddenly her positive thoughts on moving forward seem so far away.
“Where did you get that?” an accusatory voice almost makes her jump out of her own skin. Pressing her hand over her rapidly beating heart, and hiding the picture from her intruder, she opens her mouth to speak, but is at a loss for words. She notices, besides the confused look etched on his face, that he's putting his camera phone away. So he had taken her advice, she thinks dryly.
“Someone gave it to me.” she mutters meekly, her mind racing. She promised, she swore she wouldn't say anything to him. But the situation is quickly spiraling out of her control and she's not quite sure how she's going to be able to keep anything from him anymore. He's one of the smartest people she knows and there's no way he'll accept some made up story. Especially since he's seen the photo.
Time to tell him the truth
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He's weird around her at first. Not quite sure how he's supposed to act. She wants to take his hand, to reassure him that everything is going to be okay. She almost does, until he catches on and jerks away from her, as if she's molten fire. Her heart sinks and she thinks that this is a different Simon. His expression softens and he gently nudges her with his shoulder, making her smile. She wraps her arms around his midsection and thinks, maybe they aren't so different. She still wants to be with him. Still loves him, just differently.
The man from the future, the very first man she's given her whole heart to, had awaken something inside her that she had thought she had lost because of this freak power of hers. The man who's holding her, albeit very cautiously, loves her in spite of her flaws. He's seen her at her worst. Knows that there are very high risks and cautions when it comes to being with someone like her. He's willing to give it a try and sees her for more than just a pretty face. Two sides of a very wonderful coin, she thinks happily.