fic: The Witching Hour Part 1 (WIP) - Zachary Quinto/Chris Pine
This is an updated version of a fic I've been working on for about 2 years, in which Zach takes Chris ghost hunting. I have a lot of ideas for it, a lot of plans, and a lot of going nowhere with it. But this is what I have so far, and I like it, so maybe getting it some fresh air and a fresh set of eyes to look at it will encourage something.
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When the knock comes at 10:45 Friday night, Chris glances up over the top of his book and scowls at the door.
"Hey, man, I know you're in there! Open up!" Zach's voice floats through from the other side, and he pounds on the door again.
Chris sets his book down on the coffee table and slowly shuffles to the door. He cracks it open, and rests his head against the door frame.
"What do you want, Zachary," he sighs.
A sliver of warm light partially illuminates Zach's features. He's beaming. And before Chris knows it, he's being shoved aside as Zach pushes his way through.
"Oh please, do come in," Chris dead-pans as he shuts the door and turns around to see Zach depositing an array of items on his coffee table.
"Hey, you busy tonight?" Zach asks breathlessly.
"No, not really, but--"
Zach whirls around, the smile on his face growing impossibly wider, "Good. We're going ghost hunting."
"What?"
"Ghost hunting," Zach gestures to the items on the table, which Chris can now clearly see are two video cameras, what looks like a small digital recorder, two flashlights, and a pile of unopened batteries.
"Zach, what the hell," Chris groans. "We are not."
"Yes, Christopher. We are."
"Ghost hunting?"
Zach grins and nods his head.
"Ghost hunting..." Chris glares.
"What," Zach shrugs.
"Zach, I reiterate..." Chris closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, "What the hell?"
Zach's face falls, and Chris almost feels bad. "It's fun. Don't be so difficult. People aren't going to think you're crazy just because you go ghost hunting."
Chris smirks.
Zach's eyes shift a little, "Yeah...okay, well, that's why we're going alone! Just the two of us. No one else will know about it." He makes a small bow, "Your dignity will remain in tact, fair maiden."
Chris laughs, "Zach, come on. Do people actually do this? Like...for real?"
"For reals, baby," Zach winks.
"Have you?"
"All the time in college," Zach waves his hand dismissively.
"Zach, I don't know. This just seems...weird. Even for you."
"Oh for fuck's sake, Christopher! It's Halloween!" He throws his arms wide, "Just go with it!"
Chris holds up his hands in defeat and laughs, "Alright, alright. Fine."
Zach's face brightens instantly, "Yeah?"
Chris sighs, "Yeah. Sure. Whatever." Really, he was already home alone on a Friday night, what else did he have to do.
Zach's eyes crinkle ominously at the corners as he smiles.
What has Chris gotten himself in to...
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When the knock comes at 10:45 Friday night, Chris glances up over the top of his book and scowls at the door.
"Hey, man, I know you're in there! Open up!" Zach's voice floats through from the other side, and he pounds on the door again.
Chris sets his book down on the coffee table and slowly shuffles to the door. He cracks it open, and rests his head against the door frame.
"What do you want, Zachary," he sighs.
A sliver of warm light partially illuminates Zach's features. He's beaming. And before Chris knows it, he's being shoved aside as Zach pushes his way through.
"Oh please, do come in," Chris dead-pans as he shuts the door and turns around to see Zach depositing an array of items on his coffee table.
"Hey, you busy tonight?" Zach asks breathlessly.
"No, not really, but--"
Zach whirls around, the smile on his face growing impossibly wider, "Good. We're going ghost hunting."
"What?"
"Ghost hunting," Zach gestures to the items on the table, which Chris can now clearly see are two video cameras, what looks like a small digital recorder, two flashlights, and a pile of unopened batteries.
"Zach, what the hell," Chris groans. "We are not."
"Yes, Christopher. We are."
"Ghost hunting?"
Zach grins and nods his head.
"Ghost hunting..." Chris glares.
"What," Zach shrugs.
"Zach, I reiterate..." Chris closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, "What the hell?"
Zach's face falls, and Chris almost feels bad. "It's fun. Don't be so difficult. People aren't going to think you're crazy just because you go ghost hunting."
Chris smirks.
Zach's eyes shift a little, "Yeah...okay, well, that's why we're going alone! Just the two of us. No one else will know about it." He makes a small bow, "Your dignity will remain in tact, fair maiden."
Chris laughs, "Zach, come on. Do people actually do this? Like...for real?"
"For reals, baby," Zach winks.
"Have you?"
"All the time in college," Zach waves his hand dismissively.
"Zach, I don't know. This just seems...weird. Even for you."
"Oh for fuck's sake, Christopher! It's Halloween!" He throws his arms wide, "Just go with it!"
Chris holds up his hands in defeat and laughs, "Alright, alright. Fine."
Zach's face brightens instantly, "Yeah?"
Chris sighs, "Yeah. Sure. Whatever." Really, he was already home alone on a Friday night, what else did he have to do.
Zach's eyes crinkle ominously at the corners as he smiles.
What has Chris gotten himself in to...