What Might Have Been
Summary: Maine/Wash. Another short and sweet.
Wash was sitting on the bed, unable to concentrate on his book. He was watching Maine try to repair a piece of equipment that he had damaged during training and got his ass chewed out for it. From the look (and sound) of it, it wasn't going so well. He knew Maine hated being disturbed when he was working, though, so Wash had grabbed a book and tried to take his mind off it, but he couldn't help but notice how stressed Maine was.
Deciding something needed to be done, Wash put his book aside and went over to run his hands over Maine's shoulders. "Get up," he said.
"Not now, Wash," Maine mumbled, brushing his hands away. "I have to get this done."
"No, now," Wash said, his voice firm, but gentle. "That isn't going anywhere, now come on." He relieved Maine of his tools, ignoring the look of displeasure he got for it, but urged Maine to his feet. Wash slipped one hand to the small of his back, tucking Maine's other hand close in to his chest as he began to sway a little.
"What are you doing?" Maine protested, feeling confused an off balance which was making him irritated.
"I want to dance with my boyfriend," Wash replied simply. His eyes were closed and his cheek rested against Maine's head.
Maine hadn't even realized there was music playing at first, but now the melancholy tune and the warmth of Wash's hands soothed him, easing away his frustrations until he was leaning against Wash's chest and holding tight. Neither said anything after that. They just held one another, moving slowly to the music and soaked in a moment of peace.
And try not to think about
What might have been
'Cause that was then
And we have taken different roads
We can't go back again
There's no use giving in
And there's no way to know
What might have been
More than anything, the song reminded them both just how much neither of them ever wanted to look back with regret on having lost the other. The lyrics were a gentle reminder to never forget how much they had to lose. Too soon, as always, the song had ended and the music moved on. Wash squeezed him tighter before tipping his head to press little kisses to his lips.
Maine smiled, gazing into his eyes a breath before saying, "Thank you."
Wash nodded and kissed his forehead. "I'll let you get back to work," he said, pulling away. "I'll grab us something from the mess." He left Maine standing in the middle of the room with a sappy grin on his face, feeling just how lucky he was. Not to mention feeling a great deal better about everything. His spirits had been lifted out of the mud and the whole rest of the day just seemed brighter.
Maine never understood how it was Wash managed to know just when to interfere, but he was always right.
Wash was sitting on the bed, unable to concentrate on his book. He was watching Maine try to repair a piece of equipment that he had damaged during training and got his ass chewed out for it. From the look (and sound) of it, it wasn't going so well. He knew Maine hated being disturbed when he was working, though, so Wash had grabbed a book and tried to take his mind off it, but he couldn't help but notice how stressed Maine was.
Deciding something needed to be done, Wash put his book aside and went over to run his hands over Maine's shoulders. "Get up," he said.
"Not now, Wash," Maine mumbled, brushing his hands away. "I have to get this done."
"No, now," Wash said, his voice firm, but gentle. "That isn't going anywhere, now come on." He relieved Maine of his tools, ignoring the look of displeasure he got for it, but urged Maine to his feet. Wash slipped one hand to the small of his back, tucking Maine's other hand close in to his chest as he began to sway a little.
"What are you doing?" Maine protested, feeling confused an off balance which was making him irritated.
"I want to dance with my boyfriend," Wash replied simply. His eyes were closed and his cheek rested against Maine's head.
Maine hadn't even realized there was music playing at first, but now the melancholy tune and the warmth of Wash's hands soothed him, easing away his frustrations until he was leaning against Wash's chest and holding tight. Neither said anything after that. They just held one another, moving slowly to the music and soaked in a moment of peace.
And try not to think about
What might have been
'Cause that was then
And we have taken different roads
We can't go back again
There's no use giving in
And there's no way to know
What might have been
More than anything, the song reminded them both just how much neither of them ever wanted to look back with regret on having lost the other. The lyrics were a gentle reminder to never forget how much they had to lose. Too soon, as always, the song had ended and the music moved on. Wash squeezed him tighter before tipping his head to press little kisses to his lips.
Maine smiled, gazing into his eyes a breath before saying, "Thank you."
Wash nodded and kissed his forehead. "I'll let you get back to work," he said, pulling away. "I'll grab us something from the mess." He left Maine standing in the middle of the room with a sappy grin on his face, feeling just how lucky he was. Not to mention feeling a great deal better about everything. His spirits had been lifted out of the mud and the whole rest of the day just seemed brighter.
Maine never understood how it was Wash managed to know just when to interfere, but he was always right.