untitled 2/?
Title: untitled
Chapter: 2
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: poger, jeith
Warnings: just swearing so far
Disclaimer: i don't own the who aw
Summary: wow i'm just really terrible at summaries so um
past chapters
this is my first time using double spaced paragraphs so tell me how i did...i'm not sure exactly what to make of it, it looks alright, but i don't know...
also this one is so short and why is this still untitled omg
Roger woke up in a grassy field.
Well this is alright, he thought, smiling slightly at the tickly feeling of grass blades and flowers brushing against his face. For a moment he felt like he'd just lie there, completely blissful and completely ignorant.
Wait...where am I?
Roger's eyes flew open, taking in the wide blue sky, smattered with little fluffy white clouds. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused. The last he remembered was running down a dark alley and Pete...Pete doing something.
He groaned, holding his head. Thinking's too much work, he thought tired. He was about to lay back down in the grass when he heard a voice yelling from afar.
"Mary! Mary, come see what I've found!"
Roger lay there, waiting for something to happen. The voice was high and giggly, like a child's. "Wait Jeff, a voice answered, this one sounding like an girl, older than the last. Suddenly, the sun was blotted out by two figures, and Roger squinted, trying to make them out. It was eventually able to see a boy with dark hair and a big smile, and a girl who looked about eighteen with freckles, long dusty brown hair and a hard stare.
Well hel-lo there, Roger thought, smiling a little.
Roger tried to sit up but his limbs felt like jelly. The boy Roger assumed to be Jeff reached out to touch him curiously.
"Jeff, don't! He might have fleas," Mary reprimanded him.
Roger was about to protest that he most certainly did not have fleas when he was suddenly reminded of something. Jeff don't...I was telling Pete....diamonds? He must have been making a pretty puzzled face because Mary's expression softened and she asked,"Are you lost?"
"Um...I think so," Roger said, taking the hand she held out. She pulled him up and Roger wobbled a bit on his legs. He pouted when he realized she was a bit taller than him and muttered," I'm Roger. Roger Daltrey. He waited for a bit of recognition but she just nodded and said,"I'm Mary. Mary Delia, and this is my brother Jeff."
I guess we really are doing shitty then, Roger thought despairingly. "Do you...you know! The Who? The one that smashes things up?" Mary gave him a very confused and somewhat condescending look and Roger made a face again."Look, Roger, I don't know what you're talking about, but you look like you could use some help, and a bath." She wrinkled her nose at him, and Roger noticed the sweat and grass stains all over his shirt.
"Sorry," he said. "It's just....well, I'm really confused right now, I've lost my friends and I'm not exactly sure where I am."
"That's alright," Mary said, walking down the hill. Jeff and Roger followed her, Jeff staring at Roger like he was from another planet. Roger raised an eyebrow at him as she went on,"There's been a lot of confusion since the dam burst-"
"What dam?"
Mary stared at him incredulously. "Do you live under a rock?" "I'd ask you the same thing after not knowing what The Who is." Roger retorted defensively. "What's The Who?" Jeff piped up, and Roger grinned. Pete'd be furious.
Mary shrugged. "But back to the dam. You know, Surasia is help up by The Tree Of All, and the perimeter is surrounded by water. There are special dams set up to keep them from spilling over and causing unbalance, so yesterday they burst and - Roger?"
Roger had stopped dead, staring off into oblivion. He glared at the horizon, as if it was supposed to be giving him answers to all the questions that had suddenly materialized in his head and spat out,"What!?"
Mary stared at him uncomprehendingly.
"Nothing you just said made sense," May opened her mouth, but then the questions came spewing out - "Where's Suraisa? What's The Tree Of All? Dams? I feel like I'm in one of Keith's comic books. Don't tell me - There's a prophecy that I have to fulfill by killing the dragon."
"Okay, nothing YOU just said made sense. Maybe we should get you a doctor...?"
"I'm FINE," Roger retorted. His head pounded again and he slowly shook his head. "Let's just...not think about....stuff, right now."
They walked down the grassy hill down towards a little cottage. There was a rolled up newspaper at the door, probably left by the paperboy. Jeff picked it up while Mary unlocked the door. She led Roger into the kitchen and pointed to the table. "Stay here - I'm going to go change." Roger gave her a suggestive smile and she punched his shoulder. "Don't get any ideas or I'll call the police." She marched out of the hallway, and Jeff spread the newspaper out on the table.
"Pleasant, isn't she?" Roger sighed.
"Nobody's going to marry someone who tries to kick you in the crotch everytime you try to kiss them," Jeff commented plainly, and Roger snorted.
Jeff pulled out what looked like the comics and left the rest, still showing the front page. Plastered across it was:
DAM BREAKAGE BLUES: INSURANCE PLAN NONEXISTANT!
Roger grabbed it and went on to skim over the article: employees working overtime....dangerous conditions....underpaid.... He flipped a page, to find a large photo of an angry-looking fat little man with a beard and a crown on his head, with two burly looking men on each side.
KING DARIUS: VICTIM OR VILLAIN?
Roger had no idea who "King Darius" was, but his nose reminded him of Pete, and a melancholy feeling began to take over. As much as he tried to fight it, he missed him. He missed his irritability, his temper, his elaborate words, his awkward height, his blue eyes, his fists....
Well, maybe not so much his fists.
He quickly forgot about Pete when Mary came back in a pale orange tank top and shorts, fighting off Roger's pointed compliments and threatening him with a frying pan. He closed the newspaper, grinning. Had he just turned the page he would have seen the huge ad spread across it:
WANTED:
KEITH MOON
DEAD OR ALIVE
500,000 JULE REWARD
Chapter: 2
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: poger, jeith
Warnings: just swearing so far
Disclaimer: i don't own the who aw
Summary: wow i'm just really terrible at summaries so um
past chapters
this is my first time using double spaced paragraphs so tell me how i did...i'm not sure exactly what to make of it, it looks alright, but i don't know...
also this one is so short and why is this still untitled omg
Roger woke up in a grassy field.
Well this is alright, he thought, smiling slightly at the tickly feeling of grass blades and flowers brushing against his face. For a moment he felt like he'd just lie there, completely blissful and completely ignorant.
Wait...where am I?
Roger's eyes flew open, taking in the wide blue sky, smattered with little fluffy white clouds. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused. The last he remembered was running down a dark alley and Pete...Pete doing something.
He groaned, holding his head. Thinking's too much work, he thought tired. He was about to lay back down in the grass when he heard a voice yelling from afar.
"Mary! Mary, come see what I've found!"
Roger lay there, waiting for something to happen. The voice was high and giggly, like a child's. "Wait Jeff, a voice answered, this one sounding like an girl, older than the last. Suddenly, the sun was blotted out by two figures, and Roger squinted, trying to make them out. It was eventually able to see a boy with dark hair and a big smile, and a girl who looked about eighteen with freckles, long dusty brown hair and a hard stare.
Well hel-lo there, Roger thought, smiling a little.
Roger tried to sit up but his limbs felt like jelly. The boy Roger assumed to be Jeff reached out to touch him curiously.
"Jeff, don't! He might have fleas," Mary reprimanded him.
Roger was about to protest that he most certainly did not have fleas when he was suddenly reminded of something. Jeff don't...I was telling Pete....diamonds? He must have been making a pretty puzzled face because Mary's expression softened and she asked,"Are you lost?"
"Um...I think so," Roger said, taking the hand she held out. She pulled him up and Roger wobbled a bit on his legs. He pouted when he realized she was a bit taller than him and muttered," I'm Roger. Roger Daltrey. He waited for a bit of recognition but she just nodded and said,"I'm Mary. Mary Delia, and this is my brother Jeff."
I guess we really are doing shitty then, Roger thought despairingly. "Do you...you know! The Who? The one that smashes things up?" Mary gave him a very confused and somewhat condescending look and Roger made a face again."Look, Roger, I don't know what you're talking about, but you look like you could use some help, and a bath." She wrinkled her nose at him, and Roger noticed the sweat and grass stains all over his shirt.
"Sorry," he said. "It's just....well, I'm really confused right now, I've lost my friends and I'm not exactly sure where I am."
"That's alright," Mary said, walking down the hill. Jeff and Roger followed her, Jeff staring at Roger like he was from another planet. Roger raised an eyebrow at him as she went on,"There's been a lot of confusion since the dam burst-"
"What dam?"
Mary stared at him incredulously. "Do you live under a rock?" "I'd ask you the same thing after not knowing what The Who is." Roger retorted defensively. "What's The Who?" Jeff piped up, and Roger grinned. Pete'd be furious.
Mary shrugged. "But back to the dam. You know, Surasia is help up by The Tree Of All, and the perimeter is surrounded by water. There are special dams set up to keep them from spilling over and causing unbalance, so yesterday they burst and - Roger?"
Roger had stopped dead, staring off into oblivion. He glared at the horizon, as if it was supposed to be giving him answers to all the questions that had suddenly materialized in his head and spat out,"What!?"
Mary stared at him uncomprehendingly.
"Nothing you just said made sense," May opened her mouth, but then the questions came spewing out - "Where's Suraisa? What's The Tree Of All? Dams? I feel like I'm in one of Keith's comic books. Don't tell me - There's a prophecy that I have to fulfill by killing the dragon."
"Okay, nothing YOU just said made sense. Maybe we should get you a doctor...?"
"I'm FINE," Roger retorted. His head pounded again and he slowly shook his head. "Let's just...not think about....stuff, right now."
They walked down the grassy hill down towards a little cottage. There was a rolled up newspaper at the door, probably left by the paperboy. Jeff picked it up while Mary unlocked the door. She led Roger into the kitchen and pointed to the table. "Stay here - I'm going to go change." Roger gave her a suggestive smile and she punched his shoulder. "Don't get any ideas or I'll call the police." She marched out of the hallway, and Jeff spread the newspaper out on the table.
"Pleasant, isn't she?" Roger sighed.
"Nobody's going to marry someone who tries to kick you in the crotch everytime you try to kiss them," Jeff commented plainly, and Roger snorted.
Jeff pulled out what looked like the comics and left the rest, still showing the front page. Plastered across it was:
DAM BREAKAGE BLUES: INSURANCE PLAN NONEXISTANT!
Roger grabbed it and went on to skim over the article: employees working overtime....dangerous conditions....underpaid.... He flipped a page, to find a large photo of an angry-looking fat little man with a beard and a crown on his head, with two burly looking men on each side.
KING DARIUS: VICTIM OR VILLAIN?
Roger had no idea who "King Darius" was, but his nose reminded him of Pete, and a melancholy feeling began to take over. As much as he tried to fight it, he missed him. He missed his irritability, his temper, his elaborate words, his awkward height, his blue eyes, his fists....
Well, maybe not so much his fists.
He quickly forgot about Pete when Mary came back in a pale orange tank top and shorts, fighting off Roger's pointed compliments and threatening him with a frying pan. He closed the newspaper, grinning. Had he just turned the page he would have seen the huge ad spread across it:
WANTED:
KEITH MOON
DEAD OR ALIVE
500,000 JULE REWARD