Submission for prompt 3: Tom Hanson
Title: Lost and Found
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Doug/Tom
Warnings: Oh the excess of fluff! And angst?
Word count: 374
Lost and Found
There are times; numerous times, frequent times, near-constant times, when Tom feels lost.
Utterly lost. Not the casual indecisiveness that accompanies trying to come up with something to eat for dinner, or which movie to rent. Not the (admittedly) inconvenient kind of lost that one feels when they get stuck in the middle of the woods in the dead of winter. (Not a wonderful idea; Tom doesn’t recommend it highly).
Neither of those; Rather the soul consuming, tumultuous, tension causing sort of lost, where one has quite literally no idea of who they are. What they are. Where they came from, and, most worrying, where they are going.
He knows it is due in no small part to his job. Building up and chinking away at his insides, until he is certain that one day he will snap. He doesn’t like himself when he’s wrapped up in a case. He feels cold and rigid, and small and insignificant. What, after all, can Tommy McQuaid really do in the face of so much abuse, violence, fear and death?
He knows this isn’t who he wanted to be, but cannot foresee where he will end up. Where he should be, and where he will be. He feels lost.
But, despite the near-constant persistence of this feeling, Tom has Doug.
Doug just laughs at him when he agonises over meal choices, and nine times out of ten will go out and bring home take out for them. On occasion, he has even cooked personally, and Tom never has the heart to mention that char-grilled hotdogs are not a great deal healthier than pizza.
Doug split up his bag of crisps when they got stuck in the woods, and listened to his ranting. Endeavoured to make him laugh to keep him from panicking. Held him close when the shivers threatened to claim him, and kissed warmth back into his face.
And when his job has him wound so tight he’s ready to explode and go right off the deep end, Doug is always there with that little smile and a familiar embrace, that somehow seems to shelter Tom from everything. From the world, if that’s possible.
And for the most part. For now, at least. That is enough.
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Doug/Tom
Warnings: Oh the excess of fluff! And angst?
Word count: 374
Lost and Found
There are times; numerous times, frequent times, near-constant times, when Tom feels lost.
Utterly lost. Not the casual indecisiveness that accompanies trying to come up with something to eat for dinner, or which movie to rent. Not the (admittedly) inconvenient kind of lost that one feels when they get stuck in the middle of the woods in the dead of winter. (Not a wonderful idea; Tom doesn’t recommend it highly).
Neither of those; Rather the soul consuming, tumultuous, tension causing sort of lost, where one has quite literally no idea of who they are. What they are. Where they came from, and, most worrying, where they are going.
He knows it is due in no small part to his job. Building up and chinking away at his insides, until he is certain that one day he will snap. He doesn’t like himself when he’s wrapped up in a case. He feels cold and rigid, and small and insignificant. What, after all, can Tommy McQuaid really do in the face of so much abuse, violence, fear and death?
He knows this isn’t who he wanted to be, but cannot foresee where he will end up. Where he should be, and where he will be. He feels lost.
But, despite the near-constant persistence of this feeling, Tom has Doug.
Doug just laughs at him when he agonises over meal choices, and nine times out of ten will go out and bring home take out for them. On occasion, he has even cooked personally, and Tom never has the heart to mention that char-grilled hotdogs are not a great deal healthier than pizza.
Doug split up his bag of crisps when they got stuck in the woods, and listened to his ranting. Endeavoured to make him laugh to keep him from panicking. Held him close when the shivers threatened to claim him, and kissed warmth back into his face.
And when his job has him wound so tight he’s ready to explode and go right off the deep end, Doug is always there with that little smile and a familiar embrace, that somehow seems to shelter Tom from everything. From the world, if that’s possible.
And for the most part. For now, at least. That is enough.