Comment Fics for Eerie Indiana
Titles: Grilled Cheese Sandwiches / Tuna Salad Sandwiches
Author: Jessi B.
Fandom: Eerie Indiana
Rating: PG - I think
Pairing: Dash/Simon, pre-slash
Summary: Simon and Dash bond over food and loneliness.
Notes: From a comment fic thread if I remember correctly, with a third fic half done.
Fic: Grilled Cheese Sandwiches 1/1
"You can shower at my place," Simon offered after he and Dash left Marshall at his house.
Dash nodded. He'd learned that Simon's parents barely noticed Simon let alone him. They were both covered in green goo and the idea of hot water sounded like heaven. They peeled out of their clothes and tossed them in the washer standing just inside the laundry room and Simon flushed when Dash just stripped completely.
"Nice boxers," Dash snorted at Simon's Batman boxers.
"They're some Marshall outgrew..." Simon flushed. "I wish he didn't have to go back to college so soon."
"No new zany adventure from high school?" Dash asked as they walked to the bathroom. Simon sat on the toilet while he showered quickly. He didn't have to answer, Simon had no other friends and more often than not showed up to talk to Dash at his job at the weird cafe at the edge of town. Showed up enough that Lizzy had put him to work on dishes.
Simon shoved in eagerly when Dash got out and was as relieved as Dash that the hair-gel-like goo came off under soap and water. He left the boxers over the edge of the tub, wrapped in a towel, and found Dash in his room pulling on sweat pants that Simon kept there for him. Simon grabbed boxers and dressed in the closet, hidden by the half open door, quickly.
"Your parents out?"
"Vacation or business trip or something..." agreed Simon. His brother had long since left the unhappy home but Simon caused less problems.
"Come on, lets see what you've been eating."
Dash frowned at the fridge and cabinets and muttered to himself as he started grilled cheese and a can of tomato soup. Simon kept the kitchen clean. Or had since Dash had complained when he was over last but most of the house was dirty and unkept and...sad. Like hope had died here.
Simon liked watching Dash cook in the kitchen. It seemed homey and nice. Like a real family might live here.
Dash made a plate of two sandwiches for Simon and a bowl of soup. He doubted Simon had ate since he hadn't gotten lunch with the Teller family. He got his own bowl out and a sandwich and by then
Simon had dug in.
"Thanks," he said around a mouthful of grilled cheese.
"Yeah, yeah..." Dash shrugged. Dash liked cooking in the kitchen too. It seemed more personal than the diner. More like something a real person would do.
"You can sleep in one of the rooms or in mine," offered Simon. "I'll put the clothes in the dryer and they'll be done in the morning."
"Sure," Dash agreed. He stretched out on the bed with the redhead later that night and listened to the dryer run while a sound asleep Simon cuddled into his side. He stroked the red hair with one hand and said nothing. He liked this bit too, someone beside him and close.
Simon had drifted off with the same thought.
Fic: Tuna Salad Sandwiches
"Yeah! It's coming!" snapped Dash as he flipped the burgers and Simon came in with a bus pan of dishes. Simon had come in straight from school, book bag over his shoulder, and avoided looking at
Dash as he dropped his bag near the employee lockers and went to start on the pile of dishes.
"What's wrong with your face?" he called as he plated two burgers with fries and put them through the window. "Order up!"
"Nothing."
"You're bad at lying, Simon," Dash sighed and turned the redhead around. He had a black eye and busted lip. "What happened?"
"Just some guys..." Simon said softly. Dash nodded but frowned as he went to take another order off the clip. Dash took him home that night, the small apartment had been gotten just after summer
break and Dash loved it. It felt like he was really making it, even if he had to have fake IDs to do it, and Simon slept on his couch more often then he didn't. The kid was even keeping a bag in the bathroom closet.
"Just another two months," Dash said absently, as he came out of the shower and into the living room wearing a towel.
Simon nodded. Two months till summer. After that just one more year of school. Dash stopped in front of Simon and tilted his head up, looking at the bruises again with a frown, and Simon flushed.
"Why'd they do it?"
"'Cause I'm weird," Simon said softly. "I like different books and...I talk about weird stuff and..." he shrugged.
"Get a shower," Dash said finally. "Come sleep in the room tonight. This couch is shit and it's going to kill your back."
Simon looked so grateful, so happy, that it hurt. They made quite the pair, him the boy from nowhere and Simon the boy with no one. Except the Tellers between them both. Simon came in wearing just boxers, Superman ones, and a tee shirt. Dash scooted over and let him have the edge. He wished he knew the kids who'd done the bruises and could kick their asses. But they both knew it wouldn't really help do anything but bring on another set of bruises later.
"Hit the light," he said instead and Simon flicked it off and he lay on his side and held the boy without saying anything and Simon pressed close and sighed happily. Sometimes you just rode the waves till you found your feet again and clung to whatever held you up. "I brought that leftover tuna salad home. I'll make you a sandwich to take for lunch tomorrow."
"Thanks," Simon said against his chest. He laid his head on Simon's and listened to him sleep.
Dash liked the school years best. Had since the first year Marshall left for school elsewhere. During the school year Simon was his and his alone. They understood each other and there was no Teller trying to make rainbows out of the rain. Sometimes life just sucked and you just kept going anyway. They knew that. But Simon missed Marshall and Dash hated Marshall more for hurting Simon. Dash knew that the other boy would go on again, from college to graduate school, from there to a nice job chasing the weird and maybe then he'd have Simon all alone and to himself.