Floating in Limbo
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madimpossibledreamerI tried to do the cinematic 'you only hear half of the conversation' thing.
Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry/Resident Evil/Background NCIS Crossover
Chapter Summary: That could have gone better.
Word Count: 480
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Leon/Xander
It’s entirely an understatement to say that Xander feels terrible right now. The debriefing went on for way too long. Even with a devil’s blood, his entire body feels like one massive bruise. He’s starving, grimy, and feels like he needs to sleep for sixteen hours, minimum. It’d be fine, though, if his heart didn’t feel like it’d been run over by a sixteen-wheeler.
The ambiguity almost hurts worse than an outright rejection. At least then he wouldn’t be floating in limbo.
He’s hurt the man he loves, all because he was too much of a wimp to speak to him directly. Because he was scared.
The phone rings across the room, and he raises his head to stare at it blearily. It’s far away and he really doesn’t want to, but he probably should. Maybe it’s Leon. It probably isn’t. This would be too soon, probably.
He stands eventually, though the ringing stops before he gets there. It starts back up as he picks it up, though, and the ID says it’s Willow.
“Does the ice cream protocol work if we’re not in the same room?”
Apparently, the answer is yes.
“It’s all the way across the room. I mean, I’m already up, but…”
She’s not teleporting it from where she is. It’s not as dangerous as when it’s people, but still, his landlord would have questions if it ended up stuck in the walls. And it’d melt and be much less edible.
He forces himself over there and grabs a spoon following the ice cream. Maybe it’ll make him feel a little better, if only a little. “If I’m the first person in history to go from friends to semi-friendly exes without the in-between dating step, I’m probably going to laugh, and cry. Not sure of the order of the two.”
He practically throws himself onto the couch. It feels a little nice, even if any pressure hurts a little. A pause. “Hey, I texted him to know I wasn’t dead. Other than that, he asked for space. I am giving him said space.”
He blushes a little. “Hey, I wouldn’t say I’m being ‘mature’, persay, but thanks.” He feels the opposite of mature. He doesn’t want to do this. Maybe he’ll throw on Babylon 5 in the background, like comfort food. It’s more effort he doesn’t want to do, but it’ll at least help his mental state.
And he frowns. “Telling me we’ve basically had our first couple’s fight before we got there isn’t helping, you know.”
The ice cream is helping, only a little bit, but it’s nice. “I love you being a cheerleader, but…too soon, maybe. Try again at least after I’ve had a nap?”
He smiles, just a little. Just as much as his heart allows. “Yeah, phone hugs to you too, Will. And yeah, thanks, I’m glad I still have you, after everything.”
Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry/Resident Evil/Background NCIS Crossover
Chapter Summary: That could have gone better.
Word Count: 480
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Leon/Xander
It’s entirely an understatement to say that Xander feels terrible right now. The debriefing went on for way too long. Even with a devil’s blood, his entire body feels like one massive bruise. He’s starving, grimy, and feels like he needs to sleep for sixteen hours, minimum. It’d be fine, though, if his heart didn’t feel like it’d been run over by a sixteen-wheeler.
The ambiguity almost hurts worse than an outright rejection. At least then he wouldn’t be floating in limbo.
He’s hurt the man he loves, all because he was too much of a wimp to speak to him directly. Because he was scared.
The phone rings across the room, and he raises his head to stare at it blearily. It’s far away and he really doesn’t want to, but he probably should. Maybe it’s Leon. It probably isn’t. This would be too soon, probably.
He stands eventually, though the ringing stops before he gets there. It starts back up as he picks it up, though, and the ID says it’s Willow.
“Does the ice cream protocol work if we’re not in the same room?”
Apparently, the answer is yes.
“It’s all the way across the room. I mean, I’m already up, but…”
She’s not teleporting it from where she is. It’s not as dangerous as when it’s people, but still, his landlord would have questions if it ended up stuck in the walls. And it’d melt and be much less edible.
He forces himself over there and grabs a spoon following the ice cream. Maybe it’ll make him feel a little better, if only a little. “If I’m the first person in history to go from friends to semi-friendly exes without the in-between dating step, I’m probably going to laugh, and cry. Not sure of the order of the two.”
He practically throws himself onto the couch. It feels a little nice, even if any pressure hurts a little. A pause. “Hey, I texted him to know I wasn’t dead. Other than that, he asked for space. I am giving him said space.”
He blushes a little. “Hey, I wouldn’t say I’m being ‘mature’, persay, but thanks.” He feels the opposite of mature. He doesn’t want to do this. Maybe he’ll throw on Babylon 5 in the background, like comfort food. It’s more effort he doesn’t want to do, but it’ll at least help his mental state.
And he frowns. “Telling me we’ve basically had our first couple’s fight before we got there isn’t helping, you know.”
The ice cream is helping, only a little bit, but it’s nice. “I love you being a cheerleader, but…too soon, maybe. Try again at least after I’ve had a nap?”
He smiles, just a little. Just as much as his heart allows. “Yeah, phone hugs to you too, Will. And yeah, thanks, I’m glad I still have you, after everything.”
