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gracie_musicaTitle: Da Dum...
Date Written: 11/1/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 204
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo, ? :: chuckles :: Guest appearance by a wonderful
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: I love this story. I love it. ^__^ Love it, love it, love it. Sorry, this one was making me snicker as I wrote it.
Dee Laytner, New York detective and orphan born and raised on the streets, could cry.
No, make that sob. Like a five-year-old girl who had just gotten pushed into the mud.
When he tried to explain the situation to his partner, Ryo, all the blonde did was shake his head. He was over-exaggerating, the half-Japanese detective insisted. Paranoia from the unfamiliar surroundings, and the drugs he was taking.
Oh, how Dee wished that really was the case.
He could hear her coming down the hall like some female Godzilla, or Atillaine the Hun.
Definitely the Hun. She had the facial hair for the part.
The door to his room slowly creaked open, straight out of a scene from a horror movie. The sound of squeaky hinges reverberated around the room, twenty times louder than usual. Her shadow loomed over his bed and up onto the thin sheets the dark-haired detective was trembling beneath.
"It's time for you sponge bath, Detective Laytner," Emiry, Licensed Practical Nurse, informed one of her more frequent patients at NY East Hospital.
Dee let out a high pitched scream and fainted dead away.
Ryo covered his face with his hands and tried very hard not to laugh out loud.
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Title: All Saint's Day
Date Written: 11/1/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 884
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: November 1st is a Day of Obligation in the Roman Catholic Church. Dee, being raised Catholic, would know this. The Dee in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fake_2nd_chance seems to me to be more religious than he lets on (giving up things for Lent, giving Ryo his St. Christopher medal for Christmas, et cetera). So this is loosely based on the chat, making references to Ryo being shot and the St. Christopher medal. Minor spoiler notes at the end of the story as well.
There was always something humbling about stepping on holy ground, Dee thought. Maybe it was the idea of something a helluva lot bigger than you, or the whole "God the Father is watching you especially close right now so behave yourself this instant Dee!" bit that he had heard over and over as a child.
Dee was not, as a rule, a religious man: he didn't study the Scripture, nor did he attend church every Sunday as he should. Not to mention that his lover--no-no number one, sex outside of marriage--was a man, which, to many, signaled automatic damnation. MOther, however, had a different opinion on that matter.
Dee, you're a good man. You protect God's flock from the Wolves. Whatever end you wish to achieve when you die, you will. Anyone who says otherwise is judging; and they, in turn, will be judged.
Mother was a smart woman. He'd take her word over anyone else's any day.
She had raised Dee right, too. While her son was not quote-unquote religious, he did know when to say thank you.
The holy water was cold on his fingertips as he lightly dipped his hand into the raised marble basin at the church entrance. Droplets fell from his tobacco stained digits as he crossed himself, some shining circles falling onto the tops of his shoes while the rest soaked into the dark carpet under his feet.
The church was really quiet, almost creepy quiet. Dee had to push down the automatic cop urge to go for his gun. Instead, the dark-haired detective made his way to the first row of pews, which were padded with a rough texture covering.
He sat for a moment on the wooden bench, looking at the crucifix on the wall behind the altar. The paint on the Christ figure was dull, but he couldn't figure out if it was from age or just had been made to look aged. The bottoms of Jesus's feet were soot black, which Dee assumed were the result of burning candles underneath the crucifix. Underneath the crown of thorns, Jesus' down-turned face was lax and peaceful, as if the figure was only dreaming.
Dee let now the knee rest before him with his foot with a practiced ease, lowering himself down onto the padded wooden board and propping his elbows up on the wooden panel it was attached to. The two-by-four's padding was thick, but Dee's knees still protested taking the brunt of his body weight. The board dipped underneath him as he adjusted into a more comfortable position. Long fingers laced together in prayer and Dee rested his forehead against his folded hands.
"I know--" he started, pausing and frowning to himself, his eyes closed. "I know I'm not a Good Catholic, and I'm probably not supposed to pray aloud in Church or public or ever or something like that, but... I wanted to thank Saint Michael* and Saint Christopher** for watching out for me an' Ryo. Especially Ryo.
"Although Saint Christoper, you were taken from the ranks of sainthood by the previous Pope, I honestly believe that if Ryo hadn't been wearing your medal when he got shot, I... I would have lost him. Knowing that you and Saint Michael were there next to him in his hour of need--even if he is agnostic, and says I'm silly and superstitious to believe that--it makes me feel a lot better.
"I know according to the Faith I shouldn't love him the way I do... But I can't help it. I just do. So very much. He's a good man, a great father, kind and loving and just wonderful... Sometimes I feel like he's everything I'm not, that I haven't done anything to deserve such an angel from Heaven in my life, but I'm sure as Hell--pardon my use of words--am NOT going to let him go now.
"I just... I wanted to say thank you for watching out for him."
If there was more to Dee's prayer, Ryo didn't hear it: After that, he silently slipped out of the back of the church, blinking back tears as he hurried back to the squad car. Dee hadn't known he was listening and how he felt so guilty for eavesdropping into such a private moment in his lover's life.
When he got back to the car and slid into the passenger seat, he grabbed the Saint Christopher medal--the one Sister Maria had given Dee as a child, the same one Dee had given him the Christmas before they had officially become a couple--and prayed silently, over and over.
Thank you, thank you, thank you...
To whom and for what, he didn't know. He just continued his mental mantra until Dee joined him a short time later.
"Hey, is everything okay?" he asked, noticing his partner's peculiar behavior and reaching over to run his damp fingers through dark blonde hair.
Ryo fingered the medal, sliding it along the chain around his neck. "Mm-hm," he affirmed, nodding and smiling at his lover.
Dee smiled back at him and leaned over to press a kiss against his cheek before starting the car.
Thank you God for a man like Dee Laytner...
* Saint Michael is the patron saint of police officers and firefighters.
** Saint Christopher (although technically he isn't really a saint anymore) is the patron saint of travelers. Many Catholics still consider him a saint, however, and pray to him often.
Date Written: 11/1/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 204
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo, ? :: chuckles :: Guest appearance by a wonderful
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: I love this story. I love it. ^__^ Love it, love it, love it. Sorry, this one was making me snicker as I wrote it.
Dee Laytner, New York detective and orphan born and raised on the streets, could cry.
No, make that sob. Like a five-year-old girl who had just gotten pushed into the mud.
When he tried to explain the situation to his partner, Ryo, all the blonde did was shake his head. He was over-exaggerating, the half-Japanese detective insisted. Paranoia from the unfamiliar surroundings, and the drugs he was taking.
Oh, how Dee wished that really was the case.
He could hear her coming down the hall like some female Godzilla, or Atillaine the Hun.
Definitely the Hun. She had the facial hair for the part.
The door to his room slowly creaked open, straight out of a scene from a horror movie. The sound of squeaky hinges reverberated around the room, twenty times louder than usual. Her shadow loomed over his bed and up onto the thin sheets the dark-haired detective was trembling beneath.
"It's time for you sponge bath, Detective Laytner," Emiry, Licensed Practical Nurse, informed one of her more frequent patients at NY East Hospital.
Dee let out a high pitched scream and fainted dead away.
Ryo covered his face with his hands and tried very hard not to laugh out loud.
---
Title: All Saint's Day
Date Written: 11/1/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 884
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: November 1st is a Day of Obligation in the Roman Catholic Church. Dee, being raised Catholic, would know this. The Dee in
fake_2nd_chance seems to me to be more religious than he lets on (giving up things for Lent, giving Ryo his St. Christopher medal for Christmas, et cetera). So this is loosely based on the chat, making references to Ryo being shot and the St. Christopher medal. Minor spoiler notes at the end of the story as well.There was always something humbling about stepping on holy ground, Dee thought. Maybe it was the idea of something a helluva lot bigger than you, or the whole "God the Father is watching you especially close right now so behave yourself this instant Dee!" bit that he had heard over and over as a child.
Dee was not, as a rule, a religious man: he didn't study the Scripture, nor did he attend church every Sunday as he should. Not to mention that his lover--no-no number one, sex outside of marriage--was a man, which, to many, signaled automatic damnation. MOther, however, had a different opinion on that matter.
Dee, you're a good man. You protect God's flock from the Wolves. Whatever end you wish to achieve when you die, you will. Anyone who says otherwise is judging; and they, in turn, will be judged.
Mother was a smart woman. He'd take her word over anyone else's any day.
She had raised Dee right, too. While her son was not quote-unquote religious, he did know when to say thank you.
The holy water was cold on his fingertips as he lightly dipped his hand into the raised marble basin at the church entrance. Droplets fell from his tobacco stained digits as he crossed himself, some shining circles falling onto the tops of his shoes while the rest soaked into the dark carpet under his feet.
The church was really quiet, almost creepy quiet. Dee had to push down the automatic cop urge to go for his gun. Instead, the dark-haired detective made his way to the first row of pews, which were padded with a rough texture covering.
He sat for a moment on the wooden bench, looking at the crucifix on the wall behind the altar. The paint on the Christ figure was dull, but he couldn't figure out if it was from age or just had been made to look aged. The bottoms of Jesus's feet were soot black, which Dee assumed were the result of burning candles underneath the crucifix. Underneath the crown of thorns, Jesus' down-turned face was lax and peaceful, as if the figure was only dreaming.
Dee let now the knee rest before him with his foot with a practiced ease, lowering himself down onto the padded wooden board and propping his elbows up on the wooden panel it was attached to. The two-by-four's padding was thick, but Dee's knees still protested taking the brunt of his body weight. The board dipped underneath him as he adjusted into a more comfortable position. Long fingers laced together in prayer and Dee rested his forehead against his folded hands.
"I know--" he started, pausing and frowning to himself, his eyes closed. "I know I'm not a Good Catholic, and I'm probably not supposed to pray aloud in Church or public or ever or something like that, but... I wanted to thank Saint Michael* and Saint Christopher** for watching out for me an' Ryo. Especially Ryo.
"Although Saint Christoper, you were taken from the ranks of sainthood by the previous Pope, I honestly believe that if Ryo hadn't been wearing your medal when he got shot, I... I would have lost him. Knowing that you and Saint Michael were there next to him in his hour of need--even if he is agnostic, and says I'm silly and superstitious to believe that--it makes me feel a lot better.
"I know according to the Faith I shouldn't love him the way I do... But I can't help it. I just do. So very much. He's a good man, a great father, kind and loving and just wonderful... Sometimes I feel like he's everything I'm not, that I haven't done anything to deserve such an angel from Heaven in my life, but I'm sure as Hell--pardon my use of words--am NOT going to let him go now.
"I just... I wanted to say thank you for watching out for him."
If there was more to Dee's prayer, Ryo didn't hear it: After that, he silently slipped out of the back of the church, blinking back tears as he hurried back to the squad car. Dee hadn't known he was listening and how he felt so guilty for eavesdropping into such a private moment in his lover's life.
When he got back to the car and slid into the passenger seat, he grabbed the Saint Christopher medal--the one Sister Maria had given Dee as a child, the same one Dee had given him the Christmas before they had officially become a couple--and prayed silently, over and over.
Thank you, thank you, thank you...
To whom and for what, he didn't know. He just continued his mental mantra until Dee joined him a short time later.
"Hey, is everything okay?" he asked, noticing his partner's peculiar behavior and reaching over to run his damp fingers through dark blonde hair.
Ryo fingered the medal, sliding it along the chain around his neck. "Mm-hm," he affirmed, nodding and smiling at his lover.
Dee smiled back at him and leaned over to press a kiss against his cheek before starting the car.
Thank you God for a man like Dee Laytner...
* Saint Michael is the patron saint of police officers and firefighters.
** Saint Christopher (although technically he isn't really a saint anymore) is the patron saint of travelers. Many Catholics still consider him a saint, however, and pray to him often.
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Date: 2005-11-02 05:03 am (UTC)CACKLE. I just...snerked. XD Definitely the Hun. She had the facial hair for the part. All Hail Gorilla Emiry! (how much do you want to bet she secretly enjoys ministering those sponge-baths? ;) okay, maybe it's just my own wishful thinking coming into play.)
re: second drabble
he silently slipped out of the back of the church, blinking back tears is more or else what I did/felt...and the way he mirrored Dee's own prayer (thank you, thank you, thank you) was quite fitting. I just don't know what else to say, too teary. Lovely, lovely drabble.
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Date: 2005-11-02 05:32 am (UTC)And I'm glad that part worked for the second one. I was a little afraid of turning Ryo into the crybaby uke for a minute there. ^__^ Thank you for alaying my fears.
second drabble
Date: 2009-09-11 03:33 pm (UTC)Re: second drabble
Date: 2009-09-12 10:21 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!