Post by HailStorm on Sept 6, 2006 17:26:10 GMT -5
Title: Day and Night
Rating/Warnings: Contains slight slashiness - there's no actual action but it's strongly implied. If you can't bear the idea of teh gayz, then proceed with caution or just click the back button. As there's no action I'd rate this as G, or mostly harmless, PG at the very most.
Pairings: J/V, J/L, L/V (yes, very triangular, I know)
Summary: "It wasn’t too bad in the day. It was just night that was the problem." Lucas finds that night makes things far too complicated for sleep. Short one shot triangle based fic.
A/N: I was a bit bored so I decided to fic. In one way this is me trying something different, rather than what I find easy - so it explores L/V a bit, rather than M/L. But then again I'm returning to a theme I love which is Lucas is Angsty so is not asleep. Slightly inspired by deciding to read the Slash thread in the SD@BHH board again (please, somebody revive that thread!) In a way this is for Gouki because I know he likes a bit of L/V and a bit of Lucas angst (because who doesn't love it when Lucas is angsty?)
It wasn’t too bad in the day. It was just night that was the problem. Sure the days weren’t perfect. Bad would be more like it… but at least they were simple. In the day there was class, there was lunch, there was the assumption of his classmates that he was on something and might crack at any moment. And there was the assumption in his own mind that Vaughn was Bad and Out To Get Us and that if he could just prove this, even just a little, then Josie would see sense and fall into his arms… even just a little. It was easy, like Chess – it might seem complicated but if you look at it it’s just a dark side against a light side – us versus them, good versus bad. He was good, Vaughn was bad and Josie was what was being played for.
But at night, none of that simplicity could be relied upon. There was just the slightly eerie glow of Marshall’s so-called reading light accompanied by the sleeping Marshall’s breathing. It wasn’t enough to distract him, to keep his mind focused. So it wandered. Often uncomfortably so.
It wandered into dangerous territory. Territory that made him wonder if he wasn’t being unreasonable – too harsh to Vaughn? Was he expecting Josie to be a different person? Was Vaughn generally the bad guy here? Was Josie the swooning type? Since joining the science club for real had Vaughn ever actually genuinely done anything bad? Apart from the bugging incident. And the being guilty by association. And why, Lucas, his mind would demand of him, taking on the tone of a particularly venomous sort of lawyer… why, if you hate Vaughn so darn much, do you still follow him around, hang out with him?
Because Josie likes Vaughn and if she likes him she’ll be around him, if you’re around him, you’ll be around her? I don’t think so.
It wandered into memories… such as the memory of the very first time he’d stepped into Vaughn’s room. Vaughn Pearson’s actual room. Lucas Randall. In his room. How… thrilling. A genuine ‘Dear Diary, it’s finally happened’ moment. And memories of Vaughn in gym, Vaughn after gym, Vaughn teaching him a bit about throwing and catching.
At night it wasn’t simple. He wasn’t sure who he was angry at: Vaughn? Josie? Himself? And he wasn’t sure who was bad: Victor? And Vaughn? Not Vaughn? Josie? And he wasn’t sure who he was more obsessed with: Josie? Vaughn? Josie? Vaughn? Was he obsessed? Probably. Vaughn?
A traitorous part of his mind would sidle up sideways to the idea… Vaughn is, objectively speaking, pretty hot. All the girls say so. They watch him when he walks past, they watch avidly as Madison flirts with him, living vicariously through the most popular and powerful girl in school. Yes, this is true. He’s hot, you’ve admitted it. You can see it. You agree. You’re just like them, really. Like one of the silly girls who lose their head when he’s about because he’s handsome and charismatic and just damaged enough to make you wonder if you couldn’t save him… If Josie wasn’t around to distract you, you’d know exactly what you want. Josie? Vaughn? Josie? Vaughn? Both?
Try as he might, the thoughts would come sneaking back in too. Ignoring them didn’t help. Actively trying to push them out of his head didn’t help. Thinking about theoretical physics didn’t help. Trying to re-play episodes of the X-files in his head didn’t help. Why did things get so disturbing, so complicated at night? Why wouldn’t they let him sleep? There was no light side, no dark side – no Us versus Them. Who was good, who was bad? Josie and Vaughn were both being played for, neither being played for, but it might just be that he was playing against himself... or against Vaughn. Or Josie. Who was he playing for? It wasn’t too bad in the day… It was black and white. But night wasn’t even grey, that would be a luxury, night brought more in the way of disturbing colour than anything should have the right too. No, it was the night that was the problem.
Fin.
Like it? Review if you please!
Rating/Warnings: Contains slight slashiness - there's no actual action but it's strongly implied. If you can't bear the idea of teh gayz, then proceed with caution or just click the back button. As there's no action I'd rate this as G, or mostly harmless, PG at the very most.
Pairings: J/V, J/L, L/V (yes, very triangular, I know)
Summary: "It wasn’t too bad in the day. It was just night that was the problem." Lucas finds that night makes things far too complicated for sleep. Short one shot triangle based fic.
A/N: I was a bit bored so I decided to fic. In one way this is me trying something different, rather than what I find easy - so it explores L/V a bit, rather than M/L. But then again I'm returning to a theme I love which is Lucas is Angsty so is not asleep. Slightly inspired by deciding to read the Slash thread in the SD@BHH board again (please, somebody revive that thread!) In a way this is for Gouki because I know he likes a bit of L/V and a bit of Lucas angst (because who doesn't love it when Lucas is angsty?)
It wasn’t too bad in the day. It was just night that was the problem. Sure the days weren’t perfect. Bad would be more like it… but at least they were simple. In the day there was class, there was lunch, there was the assumption of his classmates that he was on something and might crack at any moment. And there was the assumption in his own mind that Vaughn was Bad and Out To Get Us and that if he could just prove this, even just a little, then Josie would see sense and fall into his arms… even just a little. It was easy, like Chess – it might seem complicated but if you look at it it’s just a dark side against a light side – us versus them, good versus bad. He was good, Vaughn was bad and Josie was what was being played for.
But at night, none of that simplicity could be relied upon. There was just the slightly eerie glow of Marshall’s so-called reading light accompanied by the sleeping Marshall’s breathing. It wasn’t enough to distract him, to keep his mind focused. So it wandered. Often uncomfortably so.
It wandered into dangerous territory. Territory that made him wonder if he wasn’t being unreasonable – too harsh to Vaughn? Was he expecting Josie to be a different person? Was Vaughn generally the bad guy here? Was Josie the swooning type? Since joining the science club for real had Vaughn ever actually genuinely done anything bad? Apart from the bugging incident. And the being guilty by association. And why, Lucas, his mind would demand of him, taking on the tone of a particularly venomous sort of lawyer… why, if you hate Vaughn so darn much, do you still follow him around, hang out with him?
Because Josie likes Vaughn and if she likes him she’ll be around him, if you’re around him, you’ll be around her? I don’t think so.
It wandered into memories… such as the memory of the very first time he’d stepped into Vaughn’s room. Vaughn Pearson’s actual room. Lucas Randall. In his room. How… thrilling. A genuine ‘Dear Diary, it’s finally happened’ moment. And memories of Vaughn in gym, Vaughn after gym, Vaughn teaching him a bit about throwing and catching.
At night it wasn’t simple. He wasn’t sure who he was angry at: Vaughn? Josie? Himself? And he wasn’t sure who was bad: Victor? And Vaughn? Not Vaughn? Josie? And he wasn’t sure who he was more obsessed with: Josie? Vaughn? Josie? Vaughn? Was he obsessed? Probably. Vaughn?
A traitorous part of his mind would sidle up sideways to the idea… Vaughn is, objectively speaking, pretty hot. All the girls say so. They watch him when he walks past, they watch avidly as Madison flirts with him, living vicariously through the most popular and powerful girl in school. Yes, this is true. He’s hot, you’ve admitted it. You can see it. You agree. You’re just like them, really. Like one of the silly girls who lose their head when he’s about because he’s handsome and charismatic and just damaged enough to make you wonder if you couldn’t save him… If Josie wasn’t around to distract you, you’d know exactly what you want. Josie? Vaughn? Josie? Vaughn? Both?
Try as he might, the thoughts would come sneaking back in too. Ignoring them didn’t help. Actively trying to push them out of his head didn’t help. Thinking about theoretical physics didn’t help. Trying to re-play episodes of the X-files in his head didn’t help. Why did things get so disturbing, so complicated at night? Why wouldn’t they let him sleep? There was no light side, no dark side – no Us versus Them. Who was good, who was bad? Josie and Vaughn were both being played for, neither being played for, but it might just be that he was playing against himself... or against Vaughn. Or Josie. Who was he playing for? It wasn’t too bad in the day… It was black and white. But night wasn’t even grey, that would be a luxury, night brought more in the way of disturbing colour than anything should have the right too. No, it was the night that was the problem.
Fin.
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