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laniew1I haven’t even been watching The 4400 (are they even showing re-runs right now?) so I’m not sure exactly where this came from, all I know is it wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it.
Damn persistent bunnies.
It was 37 steps from the fire escape door to Shawn’s office…
TITLE: Home
PAIRING: Shawn Farrell/Jordan Collier
RATING: PG
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
Home
It was 37 steps from the fire escape door to Shawn’s office (his office, it used to be his and it gratifies something within him that Shawn didn’t make his own space and was content to use his instead) and his hand only shook a little (from hunger, dehydration, the ache of tiredness) as he reached down to open it.
The metal of the handle was cool under his hand when he twisted it.
Two steps inside, the door closing with a soft ‘click’ behind him and he walked slowly (quietly, didn’t want to startle Shawn if he was sleeping or working… or waiting for him).
He stopped dead in his tracks. He could barely see Shawn, wrapped in a blanket on the couch. He could remember making love to him on that couch. Shawn had been strong and fierce, a contradiction to the quiet exterior that he showed the world, he had left impressions of his teeth on Jordan’s shoulder. He’d felt them for days, until he’d not felt anything at all.
There was a woman sitting beside him, hand against Shawn’s face and Jordan felt his lips curl up and his teeth bare and he might have growled but he couldn’t be sure.
Shawn was his; if his ‘death’ and re-removal from this time had shown him nothing else it had shown him that.
Shawn was his and he was Shawn’s and he could remember a life lived learning to use gifts that they would have to re-learn all over again once they were sent where they were needed.
The end of the world was coming and those talents would serve to make sure that humanity survived in some form.
He remembered now, remembered it all.
The first person he’d seen after he’d been taken was Shawn, with his quick grin, and sharp laugh and he’d been young and carefree.
That had been before they’d realized that they were the only hope for the human race to survive. Before every day became a struggle to attain more knowledge, more power to be good enough and strong enough.
Shawn was his, in their future there’d been rings and a ceremony and Shawn’s hand shaking in his as they were bound together (those whom God has joined together let no one put asunder).
The woman looked up, a smile on her lips, Jordan didn’t return it.
She was touching something that was not hers to touch.
“He dreams of you even now,” her voice was soft, lyrical. Jordan had heard it before he was sure.
She had a blanket draped over her shoulders and when she rose Jordan saw that she wore no clothes.
His eyes narrowed and his hands clenched into fists until he saw that Shawn was clothed.
She walked over to him slowly, and if there was no Shawn (there shouldn’t have been, there should have been Kyle and Jordan couldn’t have loved, possessed Kyle like he loved, possessed Shawn) he might have taken her up on the offer in the sway of her hips and the slight smile on her lips.
She circled around him, studying him he was sure and it was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that he wasn’t all that interesting so he didn’t really see the point, but he didn’t.
When she stopped in front of him she linked their hands together (his right, her left, it had always been the opposite when Shawn did that and he felt his heart stutter) and rubbed them against her cheek.
Shawn still slept. Quiet huffs of air as he exhaled, curled in on himself with a blanket lying over his hip, he shivered slightly and Jordan knew that he’d healed someone recently.
Shawn only slept that deeply when he’d healed… and he was always cold.
Jordan wanted to curl up with him and warm him.
“He’s healed his cousin,” she spoke softly and he knew that voice. Knew it, knew it, knew it. He’d battled that voice for possession of Shawn once he was sure.
He was just as sure that he’d won (she’d been a child, only a child and Shawn had been amused by the crush but had never lent any credence to it) because he always won when something mattered to him as much as Shawn had, did.
“Isabelle,” he breathed softly, realization settling in suddenly. She’d been this age before they’d been sent back.
Years and years of training and living and she’d been the only one born in their future and as such had been the only to age normally because she had no mission and she would have made them the 4401 and before they were sent back she had somehow been returned to Lily’s womb and Lily and Richard had been devastated.
She smiled at him, warm and inviting. If he wasn’t sure that she would shove a knife in his back in order to remove him as an obstacle to Shawn he might have believed it genuine.
“What does he see in you,” she peered at him and he knew that it wasn’t a question, and if it was it was one he didn’t know the answer to, so instead he showed her his teeth once more. She laughed delightedly. Like she was still a child and they were playing a game.
“How are you here?” he asked, he wrenched his hand free of hers, flexing his hand and staring down at her.
She smirked at him, “You missed all the excitement you know, a few days earlier and you would have been here in the middle of a plague.”
His brow furrowed, because he had no clue what she was talking about.
She walked back to the couch, standing above it as she stared down at Shawn and he must truly be exhausted because the one time that Jordan had tried to watch him in his sleep he’d woke after two minutes and scowled at him fiercely.
“They almost killed them you know, that was not something that was foreseen,” she glanced over at him as he stepped up beside her. Shawn’s eyes were moving rapidly under closed lids, he was frowning now, panting slightly.
She moved aside and he kneeled down. Hand reaching out to lay on Shawn’s chest.
Strong, strong heartbeat and Shawn settled. Breathing evening out, face smoothing. The first year they’d been together in the future Shawn had nightmares about his abduction, Jordan had calmed him in the same exact manner.
Hand on his chest. It soothed them both. It let Shawn know that Jordan was there, it let Jordan know that Shawn was alive.
“They got the serum to Shawn, cured him so that he could heal the others. It’s one of the reasons he’s so tired now.”
“I thought you said he healed his cousin.”
Isabelle smiled. If Jordan hadn’t bared his teeth at her once more she would probably have tried to touch Shawn.
“He did.”
She said it simply, quietly. No further insight would be coming from the corner Jordan decided.
When Shawn woke he’d question him. Find out what had happened while he’d been gone, start making the plans that needed to be made in order for humanity to survive.
“You don’t have much time you know, the clock is tick, tick, ticking and every second it counts down is one more second you don’t have to plan.”
“You can leave now, your parents are probably looking for you, I’d love to hear the explanation on how you’ve aged 19 years overnight but I’m sure that Lily and Richard will be beating down our doors tomorrow to get answers.”
Isabelle smiled. “I’ll tell them the same thing that I’m going to tell you,” she leaned down, warm breath against his ear and he shivered before he could help himself.
“You need all the help you can get.”
She whirled, blanket swirling out behind her and made a graceful exit. Door clicking shut behind her and he gave half a thought to getting up and locking it so there would be no interruptions.
Jordan could feel the ache of exhaustion that the sight of Isabelle had drove away creeping back. He pressed a hand against Shawn’s side and without waking he shifted, hand lifting the blanket and Jordan settled in beside him.
Shawn had always been sleeping when Jordan got back from his own training, sprawled across their bed, a lone sheet covering him from the waist down.
Jordan was amazed at how vivid the memories were now when before he’d been taken again he’d barely been able to recall hazy images to mind.
Jordan had learned, back then, that a gentle hand to Shawn’s side would shift him enough to allow Jordan to crawl in beside him. If he pressed just right Shawn would lift the sheet to cover them, if he pressed wrong Shawn would wrap it around him like a shield and turn his back on him.
Jordan had quickly learned the right versus the wrong touch.
Shawn shifted once more, arm coming over Jordan’s chest to latch him into place, head on his shoulder and Jordan drew a deep breath and closed his eyes.
In the morning, when Shawn woke, there would be questions and tears and Jordan couldn’t guarantee that Shawn hadn’t moved on because of his death.
For now though he was home.
And that was all that mattered.
Damn persistent bunnies.
It was 37 steps from the fire escape door to Shawn’s office…
TITLE: Home
PAIRING: Shawn Farrell/Jordan Collier
RATING: PG
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
Home
It was 37 steps from the fire escape door to Shawn’s office (his office, it used to be his and it gratifies something within him that Shawn didn’t make his own space and was content to use his instead) and his hand only shook a little (from hunger, dehydration, the ache of tiredness) as he reached down to open it.
The metal of the handle was cool under his hand when he twisted it.
Two steps inside, the door closing with a soft ‘click’ behind him and he walked slowly (quietly, didn’t want to startle Shawn if he was sleeping or working… or waiting for him).
He stopped dead in his tracks. He could barely see Shawn, wrapped in a blanket on the couch. He could remember making love to him on that couch. Shawn had been strong and fierce, a contradiction to the quiet exterior that he showed the world, he had left impressions of his teeth on Jordan’s shoulder. He’d felt them for days, until he’d not felt anything at all.
There was a woman sitting beside him, hand against Shawn’s face and Jordan felt his lips curl up and his teeth bare and he might have growled but he couldn’t be sure.
Shawn was his; if his ‘death’ and re-removal from this time had shown him nothing else it had shown him that.
Shawn was his and he was Shawn’s and he could remember a life lived learning to use gifts that they would have to re-learn all over again once they were sent where they were needed.
The end of the world was coming and those talents would serve to make sure that humanity survived in some form.
He remembered now, remembered it all.
The first person he’d seen after he’d been taken was Shawn, with his quick grin, and sharp laugh and he’d been young and carefree.
That had been before they’d realized that they were the only hope for the human race to survive. Before every day became a struggle to attain more knowledge, more power to be good enough and strong enough.
Shawn was his, in their future there’d been rings and a ceremony and Shawn’s hand shaking in his as they were bound together (those whom God has joined together let no one put asunder).
The woman looked up, a smile on her lips, Jordan didn’t return it.
She was touching something that was not hers to touch.
“He dreams of you even now,” her voice was soft, lyrical. Jordan had heard it before he was sure.
She had a blanket draped over her shoulders and when she rose Jordan saw that she wore no clothes.
His eyes narrowed and his hands clenched into fists until he saw that Shawn was clothed.
She walked over to him slowly, and if there was no Shawn (there shouldn’t have been, there should have been Kyle and Jordan couldn’t have loved, possessed Kyle like he loved, possessed Shawn) he might have taken her up on the offer in the sway of her hips and the slight smile on her lips.
She circled around him, studying him he was sure and it was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that he wasn’t all that interesting so he didn’t really see the point, but he didn’t.
When she stopped in front of him she linked their hands together (his right, her left, it had always been the opposite when Shawn did that and he felt his heart stutter) and rubbed them against her cheek.
Shawn still slept. Quiet huffs of air as he exhaled, curled in on himself with a blanket lying over his hip, he shivered slightly and Jordan knew that he’d healed someone recently.
Shawn only slept that deeply when he’d healed… and he was always cold.
Jordan wanted to curl up with him and warm him.
“He’s healed his cousin,” she spoke softly and he knew that voice. Knew it, knew it, knew it. He’d battled that voice for possession of Shawn once he was sure.
He was just as sure that he’d won (she’d been a child, only a child and Shawn had been amused by the crush but had never lent any credence to it) because he always won when something mattered to him as much as Shawn had, did.
“Isabelle,” he breathed softly, realization settling in suddenly. She’d been this age before they’d been sent back.
Years and years of training and living and she’d been the only one born in their future and as such had been the only to age normally because she had no mission and she would have made them the 4401 and before they were sent back she had somehow been returned to Lily’s womb and Lily and Richard had been devastated.
She smiled at him, warm and inviting. If he wasn’t sure that she would shove a knife in his back in order to remove him as an obstacle to Shawn he might have believed it genuine.
“What does he see in you,” she peered at him and he knew that it wasn’t a question, and if it was it was one he didn’t know the answer to, so instead he showed her his teeth once more. She laughed delightedly. Like she was still a child and they were playing a game.
“How are you here?” he asked, he wrenched his hand free of hers, flexing his hand and staring down at her.
She smirked at him, “You missed all the excitement you know, a few days earlier and you would have been here in the middle of a plague.”
His brow furrowed, because he had no clue what she was talking about.
She walked back to the couch, standing above it as she stared down at Shawn and he must truly be exhausted because the one time that Jordan had tried to watch him in his sleep he’d woke after two minutes and scowled at him fiercely.
“They almost killed them you know, that was not something that was foreseen,” she glanced over at him as he stepped up beside her. Shawn’s eyes were moving rapidly under closed lids, he was frowning now, panting slightly.
She moved aside and he kneeled down. Hand reaching out to lay on Shawn’s chest.
Strong, strong heartbeat and Shawn settled. Breathing evening out, face smoothing. The first year they’d been together in the future Shawn had nightmares about his abduction, Jordan had calmed him in the same exact manner.
Hand on his chest. It soothed them both. It let Shawn know that Jordan was there, it let Jordan know that Shawn was alive.
“They got the serum to Shawn, cured him so that he could heal the others. It’s one of the reasons he’s so tired now.”
“I thought you said he healed his cousin.”
Isabelle smiled. If Jordan hadn’t bared his teeth at her once more she would probably have tried to touch Shawn.
“He did.”
She said it simply, quietly. No further insight would be coming from the corner Jordan decided.
When Shawn woke he’d question him. Find out what had happened while he’d been gone, start making the plans that needed to be made in order for humanity to survive.
“You don’t have much time you know, the clock is tick, tick, ticking and every second it counts down is one more second you don’t have to plan.”
“You can leave now, your parents are probably looking for you, I’d love to hear the explanation on how you’ve aged 19 years overnight but I’m sure that Lily and Richard will be beating down our doors tomorrow to get answers.”
Isabelle smiled. “I’ll tell them the same thing that I’m going to tell you,” she leaned down, warm breath against his ear and he shivered before he could help himself.
“You need all the help you can get.”
She whirled, blanket swirling out behind her and made a graceful exit. Door clicking shut behind her and he gave half a thought to getting up and locking it so there would be no interruptions.
Jordan could feel the ache of exhaustion that the sight of Isabelle had drove away creeping back. He pressed a hand against Shawn’s side and without waking he shifted, hand lifting the blanket and Jordan settled in beside him.
Shawn had always been sleeping when Jordan got back from his own training, sprawled across their bed, a lone sheet covering him from the waist down.
Jordan was amazed at how vivid the memories were now when before he’d been taken again he’d barely been able to recall hazy images to mind.
Jordan had learned, back then, that a gentle hand to Shawn’s side would shift him enough to allow Jordan to crawl in beside him. If he pressed just right Shawn would lift the sheet to cover them, if he pressed wrong Shawn would wrap it around him like a shield and turn his back on him.
Jordan had quickly learned the right versus the wrong touch.
Shawn shifted once more, arm coming over Jordan’s chest to latch him into place, head on his shoulder and Jordan drew a deep breath and closed his eyes.
In the morning, when Shawn woke, there would be questions and tears and Jordan couldn’t guarantee that Shawn hadn’t moved on because of his death.
For now though he was home.
And that was all that mattered.
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Date: 2006-06-05 05:09 pm (UTC)Very nice.
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