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snowdarkredTitle: Somewhere Between Friends and Lovers
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Fandom: RPF/RPS Trek Cast and AotS (wtf?)
Word Count: ~1.3K
Rating: PG, for language
Characters/Pairings: Chris/Zach, Olivia Munn
Summery: "Chris," she said, "we need to talk."
Disclaimer: Slavery is illegal (and also immoral), and I don't know them, so I'm obviously just making shit up. ♥
Author's Note: This isn't exactly how I imagined my "debut" on the RPS scene to go (I'm writing an epic angst fic; it's about 5K done with 4K to go!) but... well, yeah. I don't think my anon!fail on the kink meme counts as a debut. I'm not sure I like the style it came out in, but whatever. Here goes nothing. (Also, I like Olivia Munn. Just as a heads up.)
Somewhere Between Friends and Lovers
“Chris,” she said, “we need to talk.”
He froze, letting those words drift around the room for a moment as the meaning seeped in. Alarm bells starting ringing in his head as his brain caught up with his ears. Those dread words. The bane of any man. Chris had done the “rom-com” thing, and had too many failed relationships, not to know what usually came next.
He sat forward in his seat and put the TV remote aside, letting his expression turn from zoned out to focused. He looked at Olivia and took in her posture: her arms were crossed over her arms, her head tilted up and her lips pursed into a pout. He knew the pout was unintentional—half of what Olivia did was unintentional—but the other-wise serious expression on her face gave him even more cause for concern.
“Okay,” he said, leaving the rest of the sentence open.
“It's not working,” she stated flatly, letting her arms drop when he gave no indication of disagreeing. “This thing between us...it's not going to work.”
He didn't say anything for a minute; he was trying to work out what he was feeling. “We've only been together for a few months,” he said finally.
“I know,” she said. She stepped further into the room and sat down in the adjacent armchair. “You're a great guy; you're funny, sweet, and charming, and you smell of charisma.” A smile twitched at Chris' lips. “...But I can't date someone who's in love with someone else, and I'm a little offended you thought I wouldn't notice.”
Chris' eyes widened, and he stared at her. His tongue flicked out to lick his lip nervously. “What?” He should probably be getting on his knees, sprouting a stream of denials, but the quirk of her eyebrow let him know that his bullshit would not be appreciated. “I....”
Well, fuck. He hadn't planned on this...any of it. Dating Olivia had just seemed like the thing to do at the time, since Zach had never said anything—But then, Chis hadn't said anything either. And he had strung Olivia along, trying to pretend that he wasn't bothered about it and drawing other people into the mess in the process. Fuck.
“I know; you're an ass,” she said, a slight hint of snideness creeping into her tone. Chris figured that that was her due, since it was kind of asshole-ish to treat someone like that, even if they worked it out. “You should tell him.”
That snapped him from his introspection. “What? I don't know—'him'? Who said I was in love with a guy?”
Because if other people could see it than—
“I do use the internet,” Olivia smirked. Chris felt a smile bloom on his face in answer automatically. Olivia had that affect on people. “You should Google 'Pinto' some time.” He smirk widened. “You two even have a fanbase!”
Chris let his head fall back to thunk against the wall behind his couch. He hoped to God his publicist never found out, if what he thought Olivia was saying—that there were people on the internet who looked at him and Zach and realized the truth—because she hated him enough as it was. (He did think that admitting that he absolutely hates the paps may not have been the smartest thing he's ever done, but he refused to regret it. He was going to be famous on his own terms, dammit.) The woman hated him enough as it was; she didn't need with more fuel for that flame.
“Is it really that obvious? Please, tell me it's not,” he pleaded.
“I'm afraid I can't lie to you, sweetheart,” she said mercilessly. She didn't appear at all repentant when he groaned and covered his face with his hands. “I really do think you should just tell him,” she continued more kindly. “He's in love with you.”
Chris peaked at her through his fingers. “Really?”
“Yeah,” she smiled. “You should totally go for it. Who am I to deny true love?”
He examined her face for a moment. She seemed to be alright, but there was an air of sadness around her eyes. He had messed up, dating her when he wanted Zach. He had hurt her, but she was encouraging him to man up and go after the person he really loved. “You're a good friend.”
“You bet I am. Now go get 'im, tiger!”
He laughed and felt less tense than he had in weeks.
---
Chris felt stupidly nervous. This was Zach, his best friend, his... other half. It was silly to feel anxious or antsy or....
“Hey Chris,” Zach said, snapping his fingers in the air. “Earth to Chris. You're kind of a space cadet today, aren't you?” He pointed at the Scrabble game laid out in front of them. “The last word you put down was 'cat'. Before that, it was 'go'. What's wrong?”
Maybe it was looking into those sympathetic, warm brown eyes, because for some reason, Chris' brain to mouth filter switched completely off. “I broke up with Olivia. Or, she broke up with me. Um, we broke up with each other?”
Zach's eyebrows furrowed and he stilled in his chair. “That sucks, man,” he said cautiously. “Are you okay?”
“That's just it,” Chris said. “I am. It's just, I was never in love with her to begin with.”
“I don't under stand, you—” Chris could see it in Zach's eyes; he knew what was coming, but Chris needed to say it anyway.
“She just was—She's not you, Zach.”
Silence hung between them, and Chris tried to read Zach's expression. The moment stretched on, and the longer it did the more nervous Chris became. The Scrabble game was completely forgotten. Finally, Zach spoke:
“It's about damn time.”
---
Two days later, Olivia received a bouquet of flowers and a package while filming a live segment for her show. The flowers were hydrangeas*, and the package contained actions figures of Spock and Kirk. There was no note.
END
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*According to my internet sources, hydrangeas are symbolic of a "feeling that is initiated by anything that is sincerely heartfelt. Send these flowers to thank someone for a special kindness or to offer an apology." So, yeah.
Comments are welcome.
Author:
snowdarkred Fandom: RPF/RPS Trek Cast and AotS (wtf?)
Word Count: ~1.3K
Rating: PG, for language
Characters/Pairings: Chris/Zach, Olivia Munn
Summery: "Chris," she said, "we need to talk."
Disclaimer: Slavery is illegal (and also immoral), and I don't know them, so I'm obviously just making shit up. ♥
Author's Note: This isn't exactly how I imagined my "debut" on the RPS scene to go (I'm writing an epic angst fic; it's about 5K done with 4K to go!) but... well, yeah. I don't think my anon!fail on the kink meme counts as a debut. I'm not sure I like the style it came out in, but whatever. Here goes nothing. (Also, I like Olivia Munn. Just as a heads up.)
Somewhere Between Friends and Lovers
“Chris,” she said, “we need to talk.”
He froze, letting those words drift around the room for a moment as the meaning seeped in. Alarm bells starting ringing in his head as his brain caught up with his ears. Those dread words. The bane of any man. Chris had done the “rom-com” thing, and had too many failed relationships, not to know what usually came next.
He sat forward in his seat and put the TV remote aside, letting his expression turn from zoned out to focused. He looked at Olivia and took in her posture: her arms were crossed over her arms, her head tilted up and her lips pursed into a pout. He knew the pout was unintentional—half of what Olivia did was unintentional—but the other-wise serious expression on her face gave him even more cause for concern.
“Okay,” he said, leaving the rest of the sentence open.
“It's not working,” she stated flatly, letting her arms drop when he gave no indication of disagreeing. “This thing between us...it's not going to work.”
He didn't say anything for a minute; he was trying to work out what he was feeling. “We've only been together for a few months,” he said finally.
“I know,” she said. She stepped further into the room and sat down in the adjacent armchair. “You're a great guy; you're funny, sweet, and charming, and you smell of charisma.” A smile twitched at Chris' lips. “...But I can't date someone who's in love with someone else, and I'm a little offended you thought I wouldn't notice.”
Chris' eyes widened, and he stared at her. His tongue flicked out to lick his lip nervously. “What?” He should probably be getting on his knees, sprouting a stream of denials, but the quirk of her eyebrow let him know that his bullshit would not be appreciated. “I....”
Well, fuck. He hadn't planned on this...any of it. Dating Olivia had just seemed like the thing to do at the time, since Zach had never said anything—But then, Chis hadn't said anything either. And he had strung Olivia along, trying to pretend that he wasn't bothered about it and drawing other people into the mess in the process. Fuck.
“I know; you're an ass,” she said, a slight hint of snideness creeping into her tone. Chris figured that that was her due, since it was kind of asshole-ish to treat someone like that, even if they worked it out. “You should tell him.”
That snapped him from his introspection. “What? I don't know—'him'? Who said I was in love with a guy?”
Because if other people could see it than—
“I do use the internet,” Olivia smirked. Chris felt a smile bloom on his face in answer automatically. Olivia had that affect on people. “You should Google 'Pinto' some time.” He smirk widened. “You two even have a fanbase!”
Chris let his head fall back to thunk against the wall behind his couch. He hoped to God his publicist never found out, if what he thought Olivia was saying—that there were people on the internet who looked at him and Zach and realized the truth—because she hated him enough as it was. (He did think that admitting that he absolutely hates the paps may not have been the smartest thing he's ever done, but he refused to regret it. He was going to be famous on his own terms, dammit.) The woman hated him enough as it was; she didn't need with more fuel for that flame.
“Is it really that obvious? Please, tell me it's not,” he pleaded.
“I'm afraid I can't lie to you, sweetheart,” she said mercilessly. She didn't appear at all repentant when he groaned and covered his face with his hands. “I really do think you should just tell him,” she continued more kindly. “He's in love with you.”
Chris peaked at her through his fingers. “Really?”
“Yeah,” she smiled. “You should totally go for it. Who am I to deny true love?”
He examined her face for a moment. She seemed to be alright, but there was an air of sadness around her eyes. He had messed up, dating her when he wanted Zach. He had hurt her, but she was encouraging him to man up and go after the person he really loved. “You're a good friend.”
“You bet I am. Now go get 'im, tiger!”
He laughed and felt less tense than he had in weeks.
---
Chris felt stupidly nervous. This was Zach, his best friend, his... other half. It was silly to feel anxious or antsy or....
“Hey Chris,” Zach said, snapping his fingers in the air. “Earth to Chris. You're kind of a space cadet today, aren't you?” He pointed at the Scrabble game laid out in front of them. “The last word you put down was 'cat'. Before that, it was 'go'. What's wrong?”
Maybe it was looking into those sympathetic, warm brown eyes, because for some reason, Chris' brain to mouth filter switched completely off. “I broke up with Olivia. Or, she broke up with me. Um, we broke up with each other?”
Zach's eyebrows furrowed and he stilled in his chair. “That sucks, man,” he said cautiously. “Are you okay?”
“That's just it,” Chris said. “I am. It's just, I was never in love with her to begin with.”
“I don't under stand, you—” Chris could see it in Zach's eyes; he knew what was coming, but Chris needed to say it anyway.
“She just was—She's not you, Zach.”
Silence hung between them, and Chris tried to read Zach's expression. The moment stretched on, and the longer it did the more nervous Chris became. The Scrabble game was completely forgotten. Finally, Zach spoke:
“It's about damn time.”
---
Two days later, Olivia received a bouquet of flowers and a package while filming a live segment for her show. The flowers were hydrangeas*, and the package contained actions figures of Spock and Kirk. There was no note.
END
----
*According to my internet sources, hydrangeas are symbolic of a "feeling that is initiated by anything that is sincerely heartfelt. Send these flowers to thank someone for a special kindness or to offer an apology." So, yeah.
Comments are welcome.
