[WARNINGS]WARNINGS for discussion of domestic and sexual abuse. Also for fictional depiction of evil James Lundie. No insinuation about the real man is intended
Fic: Fragments of a reconstruction 2/?
anonymous
March 20 2013, 19:23:11 UTC
David is lying very still in the bed beside him, his breathing heavy and knees drawn up almost to his chest. Nick can't stop himself from glancing over, every few seconds
( ... )
Fic: Fragments of a reconstruction 4/?
anonymous
March 20 2013, 19:39:42 UTC
"How are you feeling?" Nick asks. He's not sure if the resignation on David's face is caused by his question or by the whole painful situation. "I know you must be heartily sick of that question by now."
"Fine." David sighs, and looks away. Nick waits, patiently. "Three," he mutters.
Oh. "It's an improvement," Nick says lightly. "I'll take it."
What can I do? Tell me what I can do, please.
Silence.
"I suppose you want to know about last night," David says, still not looking at him.
No. Yes.Nick emphatically does, but not now. Not while David is watching him warily as if scared of what he'll do next. If David doesn't want to tell him, isn't able, can't bear to say the words, or whatever, then what right does Nick have to force him into it
( ... )
Re: Fic: Fragments of a reconstruction 4/?
anonymous
March 20 2013, 19:44:12 UTC
Oh my goodness, it's back! My favourite fic-verse is back! And me with my heart all squidgy, too. I'm enjoying Nick's perspective. It's a very different kind of unreliable narrator from the last one, but, I think, necessary for the telling of the story. I haven't got time for a proper review, as I've an exam tonight that I need to study for, but know that you've made me very happy by continuing this.
Fic: Fragments of a reconstruction 5/?
anonymous
March 20 2013, 19:56:04 UTC
"I think," David says, "that I must have made it sound much worse than it was, to worry you this badly." He is standing in the doorway of the living room, having appeared almost silently from whichever room of the househe uses for his work. "It wasn't all that terrible
( ... )
David somehow takes his silence as some kind of critique.
"I wasn't. There's no point in denying that. And I had no sexual experience to contribute, and no idea how to make a, well, a relationship, I suppose, work."
He looks down, hands twisting to pick at the hem of the dark blue jumper he's wearing. "And it just. It didn't happen often. But."
He shifts again in clear discomfort. Nick wants to tell him he doesn't have to, that they can stop. Perhaps he should.
But he needs things too, and chief among those is to understand the situation well enough that he can stop it from happening ever again.
Thinking he can stop whatever caused last night's meltdown! And that, he thinks, is hubris for you. Even Nick knows that these things run deeper than that, that they need more than love and good intentions.
"Eventually. Only every few weeks or so, I'd make him so angry he'd. Well. I said last night."
Fic: Fragments of a reconstruction 10/?
anonymous
March 20 2013, 20:35:17 UTC
It's a tiny sound that wakes Nick, legacy of parenthood and government, and of security staff who sometimes have very, very good reasons, unfortunately, for interrupting his sleep.
"Uh?" he manages. "Wha?" Just because he can wake up, doesn't mean he has to be graceful about it. Or coherent, even
( ... )
Re: Fic: Fragments of a reconstruction 10/?
anonymous
March 25 2013, 22:49:24 UTC
My very favourite fic.... how I have enjoyed re-reading it (she says, de-anoning), and living all the scenes over again. Very glad to see this posted here! The Scrabble scene, and conversation, still breaks my heart more than anything with poignancy and hotness... They're so beautiful together, and the way you map out how David slowly slowly slowly has learned to trust Nick, to open up and let him in a bit (and the way Nick manages to repay that trust far beyond what he expects) is so touching... As ever, I want so much for it to work out for them <3
Fic: Fragments of a reconstruction 11/?
anonymous
June 21 2013, 19:24:05 UTC
Schedule note: Posting of this fic is going to be in self-contained chunks of varying sizes, so there will sometimes be big gaps between them. However, they should turn out in satisfying quantities when they do come.
"Good to go," Jeff says, sticking his head round the door of the hotel room, and Nick nods and drags his suitcase inside.
"Thanks," he says. "I'll be ready to head to Miriam's in half an hour or so."
"Right you are," Jeff says. "I'll be outside if you need anything."
Half an hour or no, Nick's first action once he's unobserved is to slump down onto the bed and rub his hands over his face.
Christmas is the worst.
It should be wonderful. He should be relishing every minutes he had with his kids, and he does, he does; it's just that none of it is even close to being enough
( ... )
Will probably be lengthy (again).
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"Fine." David sighs, and looks away. Nick waits, patiently. "Three," he mutters.
Oh. "It's an improvement," Nick says lightly. "I'll take it."
What can I do? Tell me what I can do, please.
Silence.
"I suppose you want to know about last night," David says, still not looking at him.
No. Yes.Nick emphatically does, but not now. Not while David is watching him warily as if scared of what he'll do next. If David doesn't want to tell him, isn't able, can't bear to say the words, or whatever, then what right does Nick have to force him into it ( ... )
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I haven't got time for a proper review, as I've an exam tonight that I need to study for, but know that you've made me very happy by continuing this.
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David somehow takes his silence as some kind of critique.
"I wasn't. There's no point in denying that. And I had no sexual experience to contribute, and no idea how to make a, well, a relationship, I suppose, work."
He looks down, hands twisting to pick at the hem of the dark blue jumper he's wearing. "And it just. It didn't happen often. But."
He shifts again in clear discomfort. Nick wants to tell him he doesn't have to, that they can stop. Perhaps he should.
But he needs things too, and chief among those is to understand the situation well enough that he can stop it from happening ever again.
Thinking he can stop whatever caused last night's meltdown! And that, he thinks, is hubris for you. Even Nick knows that these things run deeper than that, that they need more than love and good intentions.
"Eventually. Only every few weeks or so, I'd make him so angry he'd. Well. I said last night."
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"Uh?" he manages. "Wha?" Just because he can wake up, doesn't mean he has to be graceful about it. Or coherent, even ( ... )
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*crosses fingers that it will all turn out right in the end*
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"Good to go," Jeff says, sticking his head round the door of the hotel room, and Nick nods and drags his suitcase inside.
"Thanks," he says. "I'll be ready to head to Miriam's in half an hour or so."
"Right you are," Jeff says. "I'll be outside if you need anything."
Half an hour or no, Nick's first action once he's unobserved is to slump down onto the bed and rub his hands over his face.
Christmas is the worst.
It should be wonderful. He should be relishing every minutes he had with his kids, and he does, he does; it's just that none of it is even close to being enough ( ... )
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