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Ficlet: Wrong. (SA-EW, G .)
Title: Wrong
Author: Jamie
Rating: G.
Characters: Sean A., Elijah.
Disclaimer: Don’t know or own. Such a pity.
Summary: Elijah can tell that something’s wrong the moment he wakes up.
Author’s Notes: Originally written for 15minuteficlets, but, well, I spent more than 15 minutes on it. 343 words. An idea that I just wanted to get out. Posted to my journal and fellow_shippers. Apologies to those who see this more than once.
Elijah can tell that something’s wrong the moment he wakes up. He knows it even before he opens his eyes.
The wrongness is in the very air of his room, which feels more humid and tastes less pure than the air he’s grown used to. It’s in the sunlight that’s trying to filter it’s way through the blood red of his eyelids, signifying that he’s apparently slept in, something he hasn’t done for months. The pillow underneath his cheek is wrong, too: more firm, less downy. It’s not *his* pillow, the one that he’s slept on for the last year and a half. Everything is just… wrong.
He sits up, presses his face to his bent knees, and only then does he open his eyes. He sees blanket—red and blue plaid—and when he lifts his head, he sees his room. The room that he left behind, before… New Zealand, *Rings*, everything. He’s home, he realizes. He’s at his *home*, and that’s what’s wrong, because he’s here and everyone else is…
If he picks up the phone and dials any of the phone numbers he’s memorized in the last eighteen months, no one will pick up. If he dials their new numbers, the numbers that he’s painstakingly entered into his cell phone, he’ll reach people, but…
It’ll be different. They’re in different time zones, after all. They’ll be asleep, maybe, or out doing things. Out with friends who aren’t him, doing things that he didn’t help plan.
He stares down at his hands, fingers twisting together in his lap, before he looks up at the clock and watches several seconds tick by. Then he realizes that there’s one person, at least, who’s in the same time zone that he is.
One person who isn’t several continents away.
One person…
Elijah picks up the phone and dials a number and then he lies back down on his pillows, listening to the spiraling ringing sound in his ear. When Sean answers, Elijah smiles, because things suddenly don’t seem to be quite so wrong anymore.
-fin-
Author: Jamie
Rating: G.
Characters: Sean A., Elijah.
Disclaimer: Don’t know or own. Such a pity.
Summary: Elijah can tell that something’s wrong the moment he wakes up.
Author’s Notes: Originally written for 15minuteficlets, but, well, I spent more than 15 minutes on it. 343 words. An idea that I just wanted to get out. Posted to my journal and fellow_shippers. Apologies to those who see this more than once.
Elijah can tell that something’s wrong the moment he wakes up. He knows it even before he opens his eyes.
The wrongness is in the very air of his room, which feels more humid and tastes less pure than the air he’s grown used to. It’s in the sunlight that’s trying to filter it’s way through the blood red of his eyelids, signifying that he’s apparently slept in, something he hasn’t done for months. The pillow underneath his cheek is wrong, too: more firm, less downy. It’s not *his* pillow, the one that he’s slept on for the last year and a half. Everything is just… wrong.
He sits up, presses his face to his bent knees, and only then does he open his eyes. He sees blanket—red and blue plaid—and when he lifts his head, he sees his room. The room that he left behind, before… New Zealand, *Rings*, everything. He’s home, he realizes. He’s at his *home*, and that’s what’s wrong, because he’s here and everyone else is…
If he picks up the phone and dials any of the phone numbers he’s memorized in the last eighteen months, no one will pick up. If he dials their new numbers, the numbers that he’s painstakingly entered into his cell phone, he’ll reach people, but…
It’ll be different. They’re in different time zones, after all. They’ll be asleep, maybe, or out doing things. Out with friends who aren’t him, doing things that he didn’t help plan.
He stares down at his hands, fingers twisting together in his lap, before he looks up at the clock and watches several seconds tick by. Then he realizes that there’s one person, at least, who’s in the same time zone that he is.
One person who isn’t several continents away.
One person…
Elijah picks up the phone and dials a number and then he lies back down on his pillows, listening to the spiraling ringing sound in his ear. When Sean answers, Elijah smiles, because things suddenly don’t seem to be quite so wrong anymore.
-fin-
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ahhh!
Very nice!
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Thank you!