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Aden ([personal profile] craven) wrote in [community profile] ficondemand 2010-05-10 05:36 pm (UTC)

[Filled] Long Time Coming

They never kissed that night, the night that glitter died. It was something that Arthur held in the back of his mind for years, and the first thing he thought of when he heard Curt's voice over the phone. After the night in the bar, the idea would drive him to distraction, and it was paired with a new thought. The thought that he missed his second chance. Watched it walk right out the door, another moment of regret to replay in his head.

Everything happened so quickly after the story ran that Arthur barely had time to get his current life in order, so thinking about the past just wasn't on the agenda. The offers had come flying at him hard and fast. Some of the offers came with better pay, others with a place of better standing. In the end he decided to take the one that would take him back home. Today was the last day, and he waited until everyone else left before starting to pack up his things. It would only take one box, but it seemed to take forever to get everything into it. It all had a memory attached, and his mind was forcing him to relive them. At the bottom of the last drawer Arthur found the one thing he was waiting to discover, the notebook he was using on the Tommy Stone story. It felt heavy in his hand as he reached to pick it up.

"You thought I didn't remember.”


The sound of that voice sent a shiver down Arthur’s spine, and he fought to keep it together. Turning to look he saw Curt, leaning on someone's desk with his arms crossed over his chest. He was smiling, and the sight of it made the blood pound in Arthur's ears. He threw the notebook into the box, and struggled to find the words, some kind of passive remark.

"I...I wasn't sure."

"You're leaving” the sudden neutrality of Curt’s tone threw Arthur off. He looked up to search Curt’s face for something more, a bit of feeling, but he only faced a wall.

"I'm going home, I got a job offer."

"Home? Arthur are you sure? It's a warzone over there." There it was, the slip of some feeling, and now Curt's face was giving him away. A furrowed brow and the hint of a frown moved with him as he stepped closer to Arthur's desk.

"I'm sure. I'm a journalist; warzones are part of the job detail."

Curt shrugged his shoulders before shoving his hands in his pockets. Arthur watched the wall go back up, and a distance grow between them as Curt started to walk away.

"Just be careful alright?"

"Curt, wait."

Arthur only let him go one more step before reaching to grab Curt’s arm. They faced each other now, and stood silent. Curt was the one that acted first, reaching to rest a hand on the back of Arthur's neck to draw the two of them together. Their kiss was awkward, desperate and perfect. This one little act changed two lives, and as far as both of them were concerned was a long time coming.

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