ER ficlet. Yay.
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obsessioncalledHah. I wrote something that isn't a drabble. (Well, at least not a 100-word one. It's... 485, I think.)
This pairing has brainwashed me.
So, anyway. The beer fight scene from the ER episode "Fathers and Sons" broke both my brain and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maccadole's. I wrote a drabble about it a few days ago. Then an MSN conversation last night led to me planning out a whole scenario of how things happened after the fight. It grew (and broke both our brains), and I realized I had to write it.
So yeah. It's sort of angsty and very, very fluffy. xp
[Disclaimer: Don't own, just borrowing.]
They’re sitting on the bed in the motel room. Unlike a few minutes before, the room is silent. There’s no beer left in the bottle; it’s all soaked into the mattress beneath them.
Mark’s sitting closest to the foot of the bed, Doug is next to him. No one is speaking, and no one is looking up. The silence is quickly heading towards awkward. Mark’s eyes are firmly planted on his hands, and he’s sure Doug is looking at something equally as... important.
Mark glances towards his friend. Doug is looking down, just like Mark thought. His hand is resting on the bed in the empty space between them.
Mark feels like he should say something, something about Doug’s father, something about everything that’s happened. He has no idea where to start, though.
Suddenly, however, his hand seems to make the decision for him. Without actually having thought of it, without actually meaning to, Mark reaches out and places his hand on top of Doug’s. At first, Doug doesn’t move, but after a few seconds he turns his hand over beneath his friend’s, so that he can clasp Mark’s hand. No one says anything. They’re both still looking down, suddenly almost shy.
Nothing happens for a while after Mark takes Doug’s hand. But then Mark feels a slight shift in the bed as Doug moves again. He looks up, and meets the eyes of his friend. Their hands are still clasped on the bed between them.
Mark figures it has to be almost a minute before anything else happens. He can’t really say for sure, though, as he spent that time gazing into Doug’s eyes. He’d say “drowning”, but that seems so clichéd. “Gazing” is at least marginally better.
Mark can tell Doug is planning on saying something even before it actually happens. There are slight changes in his friend’s face, and the other doctor seems to be almost battling with himself over something. When Doug finally does open his mouth, Mark realizes these things should have been said years ago.
“God, Mark, I love you.” Doug speaks silently, slowly.
“I love you too... So much.” And Mark does, so very much it almost hurts.
As one, they lean in. Their lips meet in a tender kiss, so different from any they’ve shared before. Their kisses are usually heated, rushed, not as slow as this.
Eventually, they pull back. Doug pulls Mark into a hug. Neither of them really knows how long they stay in that position. No one speaks. This time, though, the silence is completely different. In the maybe twenty minutes after their beer fight, so much has changed.
Mark lies down, pulling Doug with him. Soon they’re lying on the bed, arms still around each other. The bed is wet from the beer, but Mark doesn’t give a damn. He places a kiss on Doug’s forehead.
“Thanks”, Doug says silently. “For everything.”
There ya go.
Q out.
This pairing has brainwashed me.
So, anyway. The beer fight scene from the ER episode "Fathers and Sons" broke both my brain and
maccadole's. I wrote a drabble about it a few days ago. Then an MSN conversation last night led to me planning out a whole scenario of how things happened after the fight. It grew (and broke both our brains), and I realized I had to write it.So yeah. It's sort of angsty and very, very fluffy. xp
[Disclaimer: Don't own, just borrowing.]
They’re sitting on the bed in the motel room. Unlike a few minutes before, the room is silent. There’s no beer left in the bottle; it’s all soaked into the mattress beneath them.
Mark’s sitting closest to the foot of the bed, Doug is next to him. No one is speaking, and no one is looking up. The silence is quickly heading towards awkward. Mark’s eyes are firmly planted on his hands, and he’s sure Doug is looking at something equally as... important.
Mark glances towards his friend. Doug is looking down, just like Mark thought. His hand is resting on the bed in the empty space between them.
Mark feels like he should say something, something about Doug’s father, something about everything that’s happened. He has no idea where to start, though.
Suddenly, however, his hand seems to make the decision for him. Without actually having thought of it, without actually meaning to, Mark reaches out and places his hand on top of Doug’s. At first, Doug doesn’t move, but after a few seconds he turns his hand over beneath his friend’s, so that he can clasp Mark’s hand. No one says anything. They’re both still looking down, suddenly almost shy.
Nothing happens for a while after Mark takes Doug’s hand. But then Mark feels a slight shift in the bed as Doug moves again. He looks up, and meets the eyes of his friend. Their hands are still clasped on the bed between them.
Mark figures it has to be almost a minute before anything else happens. He can’t really say for sure, though, as he spent that time gazing into Doug’s eyes. He’d say “drowning”, but that seems so clichéd. “Gazing” is at least marginally better.
Mark can tell Doug is planning on saying something even before it actually happens. There are slight changes in his friend’s face, and the other doctor seems to be almost battling with himself over something. When Doug finally does open his mouth, Mark realizes these things should have been said years ago.
“God, Mark, I love you.” Doug speaks silently, slowly.
“I love you too... So much.” And Mark does, so very much it almost hurts.
As one, they lean in. Their lips meet in a tender kiss, so different from any they’ve shared before. Their kisses are usually heated, rushed, not as slow as this.
Eventually, they pull back. Doug pulls Mark into a hug. Neither of them really knows how long they stay in that position. No one speaks. This time, though, the silence is completely different. In the maybe twenty minutes after their beer fight, so much has changed.
Mark lies down, pulling Doug with him. Soon they’re lying on the bed, arms still around each other. The bed is wet from the beer, but Mark doesn’t give a damn. He places a kiss on Doug’s forehead.
“Thanks”, Doug says silently. “For everything.”
There ya go.
Q out.
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on 2006-06-28 12:24 pm (UTC)Wow.. Thank you ^^ It's so cute and lovely.. and you write things really well.
You should consider writing more fics. You'd be awesome at it and I bet you'd get lots of fans <33
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on 2006-06-28 04:18 pm (UTC)I couldn't not write it, y'know? xp
Problem is, fics need plots. And also that you actually keep writing them xp Which I usually don't.
This was a special occasion 'cause OMGZ THEY'RE TEH IN LOVE. xp
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on 2006-06-28 05:01 pm (UTC)