TOGETHER

 

By Chicky

 

 

 

Title: Together
Rating: PG
Spoilers: This is a post Graduation Hit-and-Run
Category – M/M, FutureishFic
Disclaimer – Yeah, I know I've been gone for a while. I was working on Variable tonight, and this sort of popped into my head and had to be written. I don't have anywhere else to post it, so here it is, don't feel obligated to do anything, it's just nice to get it off my chest.

 

 

 

We didn’t reunite instantly.

I said things about taking it slow. He did a lot of eye rolling and groping. I said I needed to feel safe before we could proceed. He pulled a condom out of his wallet.

We had sex in the dirty stall of a truck stop bathroom about three days after we left Roswell.

Really, it felt like an out-of-body experience. As if I was watching from the outside as I fell back into our routine. Things were familiar, almost frighteningly so. He still tasted the same. His touch still felt the same. He still sounded the same.

In Phoenix I asked him if it was convenient for him to love me. He glanced around the crowded restaurant and said it probably would be more “convenient” if he waited until we got back to the house. Just as I was storming off, I saw a look of worry pass over his face. He knew exactly what I meant.

Everyone else seemed unconcerned about what went on between us. When we fought, they winked at one another and chuckled. When we made too much noise at night, they rolled their eyes over their coffee cups in the morning. It finally occurred to me that they didn’t take us seriously. It made me wonder if I did. What was more, it made me wonder if he did.

The danger didn’t seem to phase me. I’d like to say it was because I was young and stupid, but I’d already seen people die, and I’m only a few months older now, so that can’t be right. Maybe I was in denial. He wasn’t. At night, when he thought I was asleep, he would grab me, hold me tight, and bury his face in my neck. The soft shivers that shook his body comforted me. He seemed to need me. I like to be needed.

I saw commitment and it frightened me. We were surrounded by married people. All I could think about was how ridiculous they seemed. He just seemed baffled. We winked at one another and chuckled when Max and Liz came into the room. We exchanged pitying glances when Isabel stared silently off into space. It all seemed so foreign to us.

When I was shot he saved me. He couldn’t heal me, but he wouldn’t leave me behind. When they were forced to leave without us, he stayed and somehow kept me alive while we hid for five days. For those five days he seemed to have all of the answers. I trusted him completely. To be honest, I always had. There was something about him that always made me feel safe, even when I knew I wasn’t.

On the fifth day, while he was cleaning the wound in my shoulder, I asked him if I was his responsibility. He stopped what he was doing and stared at me, and quietly asked if he was mine. I had no answer for him, and he had none for me. We took off that night and never looked back.

It’s just the two of us now. My shoulder is healed, but I still look back over it once in a while. Something tells me we’re safe. I’m probably wrong. He tells me I might be right.

Every day I ask him why we’re together. Every time he rolls his eyes and tells me to pass the tobasco, turn off the light, get him a towel, shut up, move over, buckle my seatbelt… I don’t think he knows the answer. I know I don’t. I really don’t know much, except that he’ll be with me when I wake up in the morning. I guess he knows the same about me. We’ve given up trying to label or define. We are what we are. We do what we do. We just live. Together.