Mad: Something right
Feb. 18th, 2010 07:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticI thought that I'd known you forever
I felt like I'd finally come home
After all of these lifetimes
You still take my breath away
He never expected he would find himself so happy without there being a dollar sign tagged on the front. Ever since he turned eighteen Michael sold himself for a glint of happiness. But this turned out to be completely free, and Michael could hardly believe it. He was with a man who liked him and Michael liked him back.
No, it was more than that. They were in love.
Michael felt safer with Desmond. And though he was doing things that weren’t normal for him, they still felt right. Everything felt right with Desmond. The two often stayed in Desmond’s bed just holding each other.
“I love you, Des,” he said every chance he got.
“I love you too, Michael,” Desmond answered.
---
Kilo sat near the bottom of the stairs, humming softly to himself. He didn’t know where the song came from, only that it made him feel happy. Then Quebec would come down the stairs and Kilo brightened.
He stood up and waited eagerly while Quebec moved to meet him. They stood smiling at each other. Kilo held out his hand and Quebec’s slipped inside. With hands linked they walked the Dollhouse, separating only when they knew they were being closely watched.
At night they would crawl inside the fort Quebec made for them. Kilo felt safer with Quebec. The two would press up close holding hands, and for those precious moments everything was right.
---
Ever since being released from the Dollhouse, things had been different. Of course they were supposed to be: Peter was given a new life. But since he chose to stay in his old Manhattan apartment and took a job as a paramedic, Peter didn’t expect much to change.
He couldn’t sleep in his bed anymore. It was too open and the ceiling was too high. Oddly the only place he felt comfortable sleeping was the bathtub. Even then Peter pulled a sheet over the top.
And then there was Desmond. Peter wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but something about the man was familiar. Like Peter should know Desmond better than he did. Certainly Peter felt comfortable with Desmond. He slept better when he felt the other man’s warmth against him.
They curled up together in the tub, and things felt… right.
---
After all this time, it still bothered Peter to sit and let Desmond patch him up. He knew he shouldn’t complain. After all, the lack of regeneration meant he would live a normal life. But in times like these he wished he never lost the ability.
He could tell that Desmond was worried about him. Just from how he cleaned Peter’s wound, or how torn he looked every time Peter left. They lived this way for years but it never got any easier.
Their moments alone were few and far between, and the most precious thing in their shattered world. Sometimes it was late at night, sometimes the morning, and sometimes a few stolen hours in between. They would hold each other; it was the only thing that still felt right.
“I love you, Desmond,” Peter would say every chance he got.
“I love you too, Peter,” Desmond answered.
I felt like I'd finally come home
After all of these lifetimes
You still take my breath away
He never expected he would find himself so happy without there being a dollar sign tagged on the front. Ever since he turned eighteen Michael sold himself for a glint of happiness. But this turned out to be completely free, and Michael could hardly believe it. He was with a man who liked him and Michael liked him back.
No, it was more than that. They were in love.
Michael felt safer with Desmond. And though he was doing things that weren’t normal for him, they still felt right. Everything felt right with Desmond. The two often stayed in Desmond’s bed just holding each other.
“I love you, Des,” he said every chance he got.
“I love you too, Michael,” Desmond answered.
---
Kilo sat near the bottom of the stairs, humming softly to himself. He didn’t know where the song came from, only that it made him feel happy. Then Quebec would come down the stairs and Kilo brightened.
He stood up and waited eagerly while Quebec moved to meet him. They stood smiling at each other. Kilo held out his hand and Quebec’s slipped inside. With hands linked they walked the Dollhouse, separating only when they knew they were being closely watched.
At night they would crawl inside the fort Quebec made for them. Kilo felt safer with Quebec. The two would press up close holding hands, and for those precious moments everything was right.
---
Ever since being released from the Dollhouse, things had been different. Of course they were supposed to be: Peter was given a new life. But since he chose to stay in his old Manhattan apartment and took a job as a paramedic, Peter didn’t expect much to change.
He couldn’t sleep in his bed anymore. It was too open and the ceiling was too high. Oddly the only place he felt comfortable sleeping was the bathtub. Even then Peter pulled a sheet over the top.
And then there was Desmond. Peter wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but something about the man was familiar. Like Peter should know Desmond better than he did. Certainly Peter felt comfortable with Desmond. He slept better when he felt the other man’s warmth against him.
They curled up together in the tub, and things felt… right.
---
After all this time, it still bothered Peter to sit and let Desmond patch him up. He knew he shouldn’t complain. After all, the lack of regeneration meant he would live a normal life. But in times like these he wished he never lost the ability.
He could tell that Desmond was worried about him. Just from how he cleaned Peter’s wound, or how torn he looked every time Peter left. They lived this way for years but it never got any easier.
Their moments alone were few and far between, and the most precious thing in their shattered world. Sometimes it was late at night, sometimes the morning, and sometimes a few stolen hours in between. They would hold each other; it was the only thing that still felt right.
“I love you, Desmond,” Peter would say every chance he got.
“I love you too, Peter,” Desmond answered.