Forever Chasing Shadows [AU Fic 5/?]
Title: Forever Chasing Shadows [AU]
Characters: Daniel Agger, Martin Škrtel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own the people, but the plot is mine. This hasn’t happened nor will it ever happen.
Summary: Martin celebrates in his own way.
For Martin, the day dragged on just like any day. It was the day before Daniel’s birthday, and strangle it didn’t faze the Slovak. Today, he was numb. He hadn’t moved from his bed; he was still lying down, and yet, he was somehow consciously aware the of the Earth’s movements. He couldn’t feel anything but that though, and he was glad. The world seemed different today. The change was bittersweet but, even still, Martin did not care. He took the change was neither a sign of further deterioration nor a sign of improvement. It meant nothing. His everything, his Daniel, was still gone. Slowly, he hoisted himself out of bed and staggered to the kitchen, leaning against the wall for balance. He gazed around, seemingly unaware of his surroundings as he searched for things in the cupboards. He pulled out items without looking; he was staring through everything. He cooked, baking a small cake. He took it to his room with a candle and some matches and turned off the light. He placed the cake on the bed and sat behind it, against his allows, legs crossed. He stared vacantly at the cake as he lit the candle with a slight sense of accomplishment. He didn’t really care about his achievement, however. The cake. The cake was important. He stared longingly at the flame, the only light in a dark room. He hurt too much to cry, so much he could no longer feel it. He gazed at the flame. It was obvious that, although he was there physically, he wasn’t mentally. Or emotionally, for that matter. He was as dead as he believed Daniel to be. In a single, robotic, jerky movement he pressed his forefinger and thumb over the flame to put it out. Collecting a box from his closet, the Slovak left his room silently. He began the walk down the stairs. He headed for the kitchen to find a pen and some other items. He placed all but one on the table and smiled. A real, true smile. He turned and left the house through the front door in silence.
Characters: Daniel Agger, Martin Škrtel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own the people, but the plot is mine. This hasn’t happened nor will it ever happen.
Summary: Martin celebrates in his own way.
For Martin, the day dragged on just like any day. It was the day before Daniel’s birthday, and strangle it didn’t faze the Slovak. Today, he was numb. He hadn’t moved from his bed; he was still lying down, and yet, he was somehow consciously aware the of the Earth’s movements. He couldn’t feel anything but that though, and he was glad. The world seemed different today. The change was bittersweet but, even still, Martin did not care. He took the change was neither a sign of further deterioration nor a sign of improvement. It meant nothing. His everything, his Daniel, was still gone. Slowly, he hoisted himself out of bed and staggered to the kitchen, leaning against the wall for balance. He gazed around, seemingly unaware of his surroundings as he searched for things in the cupboards. He pulled out items without looking; he was staring through everything. He cooked, baking a small cake. He took it to his room with a candle and some matches and turned off the light. He placed the cake on the bed and sat behind it, against his allows, legs crossed. He stared vacantly at the cake as he lit the candle with a slight sense of accomplishment. He didn’t really care about his achievement, however. The cake. The cake was important. He stared longingly at the flame, the only light in a dark room. He hurt too much to cry, so much he could no longer feel it. He gazed at the flame. It was obvious that, although he was there physically, he wasn’t mentally. Or emotionally, for that matter. He was as dead as he believed Daniel to be. In a single, robotic, jerky movement he pressed his forefinger and thumb over the flame to put it out. Collecting a box from his closet, the Slovak left his room silently. He began the walk down the stairs. He headed for the kitchen to find a pen and some other items. He placed all but one on the table and smiled. A real, true smile. He turned and left the house through the front door in silence.