going to end up on People’s Court with me suing you for stealing my action figures.”
“I wouldn’t steal your action figures.”
“See? I totally already knew that.” Will sighed, squeezing their hands together. “Please don’t worry? I trust you.”
“Okay.” Hudson was quiet but he could hear the wheels churning and turning. “Actually…I have an idea of where to start.”
“There you go.”
“Don’t you want to know what the idea is?”
“Does it have to do with building manufacturing plants for aerospace contractors?”
Hudson snorted. “Yes.”
“Then – and let’s be frank here – I will have utterly no clue what you’re talking about and frankly my anti-war machine childhood makes me entirely ill-equipped to offer anything but hey man, make love not war!”
That earned Will another kiss. Right on his nose.
“You might just convince me to be a hippie yet.”
“Tom will be delighted to hear this.”
~ * ~ * ~
Will’s eyes shot open and judging by the pitch blackness of the bedroom, he could guess it wasn’t morning yet. He squinted as he rolled over – the numbers on the clown’s stomach said 3:02.
Behind him, Hudson breathed and rumbled in his sleep, buried under the stack of blankets they’d piled on the bed a few hours before. Will could barely make out the top of his head in the cocoon and took a spare moment to enjoy the warm feeling in the pit of his gut and a mental “ahhhh”.
His new boyfriend was stupid cute.
Unemployed, disowned and occasionally whiny about cold lofts but freaking adorable.
But Hudson wasn’t what woke Will up from a sound sleep. The Scotch, and the champagne and more champagne, put his snooze on and only the bright light of inspiration could get his ass out of bed in the middle of the night.
Sheriff Black was speaking to him.
Carefully, Will slid out of the bed, stifling a shout as his bare feet hit freezing floor. He bit his lip as he walked to the chair and grabbed his robe.
At his desk he turned on just the smallest light, booting up his computer with the other hand. The smell of coffee might disturb Hudson so Will went without. He sat down as the file opened on his screen and took a deep breath.
Black stepped out into the harsh sunlight, blinking through the haze of destruction and despair that clung to what remained of Destiny. No human movements caught his eye. No survivors rushing towards him with arms wide open, rejoicing in their salvation.
He was alone.
Will bit his lip. Could he do this? Really?
Blood caked in every crevice of his body. He could feel himself tottering on the edge of unconsciousness – beautiful, oblivious darkness which could carry him down into the depths.
He took another step, his gore covered boots crunching glass and God knew what.
Then he heard the helicopter.
For a second Black thought it was an auditory hallucination.
For a moment Black bubbled over with fury – where the hell were you an hour ago? A day ago? Back when this started.
And then something lurched inside Black, something he couldn’t identify.
Hope.
A delighted little laugh escaped Will’s throat. Oh God. He was going to do this.
A happy ending. A rough, must be fleshed out and rewritten to his standards happy ending but there it was – committed to screen.
At the other end of the loft, Hudson must have unearthed from the blanket fort because Will heard the unmistakable sounds of someone trying to disengage from his noisy bed and then footsteps.
“In here,” Will called softly, hitting “save” from his scroll down menu. It felt like a cementing of words.
“Everything all right?” Hudson said, all gravel and yawns as he shuffled over to Will’s desk. His hair was standing up, his boxers were crooked and he rubbed his eyes like a little kid.
Will had it bad. His heart did a thump/roll over.
“Working,” he said, reaching out to pull Hudson closer and right into his lap. His lover made a little sound of
“I wouldn’t steal your action figures.”
“See? I totally already knew that.” Will sighed, squeezing their hands together. “Please don’t worry? I trust you.”
“Okay.” Hudson was quiet but he could hear the wheels churning and turning. “Actually…I have an idea of where to start.”
“There you go.”
“Don’t you want to know what the idea is?”
“Does it have to do with building manufacturing plants for aerospace contractors?”
Hudson snorted. “Yes.”
“Then – and let’s be frank here – I will have utterly no clue what you’re talking about and frankly my anti-war machine childhood makes me entirely ill-equipped to offer anything but hey man, make love not war!”
That earned Will another kiss. Right on his nose.
“You might just convince me to be a hippie yet.”
“Tom will be delighted to hear this.”
~ * ~ * ~
Will’s eyes shot open and judging by the pitch blackness of the bedroom, he could guess it wasn’t morning yet. He squinted as he rolled over – the numbers on the clown’s stomach said 3:02.
Behind him, Hudson breathed and rumbled in his sleep, buried under the stack of blankets they’d piled on the bed a few hours before. Will could barely make out the top of his head in the cocoon and took a spare moment to enjoy the warm feeling in the pit of his gut and a mental “ahhhh”.
His new boyfriend was stupid cute.
Unemployed, disowned and occasionally whiny about cold lofts but freaking adorable.
But Hudson wasn’t what woke Will up from a sound sleep. The Scotch, and the champagne and more champagne, put his snooze on and only the bright light of inspiration could get his ass out of bed in the middle of the night.
Sheriff Black was speaking to him.
Carefully, Will slid out of the bed, stifling a shout as his bare feet hit freezing floor. He bit his lip as he walked to the chair and grabbed his robe.
At his desk he turned on just the smallest light, booting up his computer with the other hand. The smell of coffee might disturb Hudson so Will went without. He sat down as the file opened on his screen and took a deep breath.
Black stepped out into the harsh sunlight, blinking through the haze of destruction and despair that clung to what remained of Destiny. No human movements caught his eye. No survivors rushing towards him with arms wide open, rejoicing in their salvation.
He was alone.
Will bit his lip. Could he do this? Really?
Blood caked in every crevice of his body. He could feel himself tottering on the edge of unconsciousness – beautiful, oblivious darkness which could carry him down into the depths.
He took another step, his gore covered boots crunching glass and God knew what.
Then he heard the helicopter.
For a second Black thought it was an auditory hallucination.
For a moment Black bubbled over with fury – where the hell were you an hour ago? A day ago? Back when this started.
And then something lurched inside Black, something he couldn’t identify.
Hope.
A delighted little laugh escaped Will’s throat. Oh God. He was going to do this.
A happy ending. A rough, must be fleshed out and rewritten to his standards happy ending but there it was – committed to screen.
At the other end of the loft, Hudson must have unearthed from the blanket fort because Will heard the unmistakable sounds of someone trying to disengage from his noisy bed and then footsteps.
“In here,” Will called softly, hitting “save” from his scroll down menu. It felt like a cementing of words.
“Everything all right?” Hudson said, all gravel and yawns as he shuffled over to Will’s desk. His hair was standing up, his boxers were crooked and he rubbed his eyes like a little kid.
Will had it bad. His heart did a thump/roll over.
“Working,” he said, reaching out to pull Hudson closer and right into his lap. His lover made a little sound of
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