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| The Foreboding Sense of Impending Happiness; SEQUEL to Somebody That I Used To Know: One-shot, Katerina/Jason | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: November 20, 2012, 12:38 am (436 Views) | |
| Voxx | November 20, 2012, 12:38 am Post #1 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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So I actually wrote this shortly after finishing Somebody That I Used To Know but I refrained from posting it until now. I'm not even sure why I'm posting it now. Anyways, it's just a short little one shot that takes place on the night that Metallica is inducted into the Hall of Fame and kind of wraps up the two of them. I've thought about writing a full sequel, but who knows. But I love these two together. Don't know why. But I do. I have a few more one shots of them, but I'm not sure if I'll post them. Anywho, to those who read, please enjoy ![]() By your heart strings I'm hanging from a dream, Gently swinging in the warm autumn breeze. Come look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up.. Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up, no more. April 4 2009 “What do you think? Should I go black on black or...blue on black?” Jason walked out of the bathroom holding up two different ties. He was positively adorable. I had never seen him like this and I was enjoying it while it lasted. He held them up for my inspection. “Just wear what you want.” He looked from one tie to the other and then back at me. “Just help me out here” he pleaded, “You’re the fashion expert.” I rolled my eyes a little but rose from the bed. I looked the ties and then shook my head. I rummaged around in his luggage and selected a different one. It was black, but with diagonal stripes. “This will show up better. It’s you.” Jason took the tie from my hands and kissed me in thanks. He went back into the bathroom and I took that as my cue to slip out of the bedroom of our suite for a moment to check on Victoria. She had come from Brown to be here for Jason tonight. I knocked on the door of the adjoining suite softly. “Come in.” Victoria was nineteen now. She was tall, like her father, blonde, blue-eyed and absolutely stunning. She was seated in front of the vanity applying her makeup for tonight. Our eyes met in the mirror and I shivered. She has her father’s eyes. She has her father’s goddamn eyes. She smiled at me before turning around. “Almost ready?” I asked her. “Yeah, I just have to get dressed” she nodded, pushing her hair behind her ears. I paused a moment, not sure how to broach the subject. The truth had been hanging heavily between us for years. Victoria was smart. I knew she had figured it out, even if I never talked about him. She knew. Plain and simple. But I felt like it was something that needed to be addressed. It needed to be said or at the very least acknowledged. God only knows how different my life could have been, would have been if not for him. In many ways, in many sick and fucked up ways, I owed my entire life to him. And he had also given me the greatest gift of all. Her. “Mom?” I steeled myself, preparing for what I thought was coming next. It was now or never. She pushed her hair back once more in what I knew was a nervous gesture. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is just fucking great. This won’t bring the mood of the night down at all. “How’s Jase?” I blinked at her. What I stared at my beautiful daughter; my beautiful, gorgeous daughter who was the spitting image of her father. She had seen the photos from the eighties and the nineties. Hell, some of them were hanging in our goddamn house. I was sure that she was going to ask me today of all days. And yet, she didn’t. I shook my head a little in an attempt to clear the whirlwind of thoughts that were racing around in my head. Did she not know? No. She knew. How could she not? Why doesn’t she just ask me? Why didn’t I just tell her? And then I knew. For Jason. My heart flutter. It flipped. It flopped. And it broke. For fucking Jason. If he only knew. I took a moment to collect myself, to make sure my voice didn't shake and betray how emotional I felt. I knew my surprise must have registered on my face, but I did my best to smooth it out. After years of practice, I was fairly good at it. I smiled at her. “I think he is. He was having a fashion crisis a moment ago.” Victoria slipped into a warm smile and bit her lip a little, a sign that I knew meant she was trying not to laugh. “I’m so happy for him. He deserves it. He deserves to be happy.” “I know. I’m happy for him too.” I glanced at my watch. “We have to leave in a few. Make sure you’re ready.” Victoria nodded and turned back to the mirror to continue applying her makeup. I left her room and went back into my own room to find Jason ready in his suit, standing in front of the mirror tying his tie. He smiled at me through his reflection in the mirror with his own icy blues. “Come here” he beckoned. “But I have to get dressed!” I protested. I disappeared into the bathroom and pulled the dress I was going to wear off of its hanger. It was a black, above the knee lace dress. It had a satin slip underneath the lace that covered up to bust and then left the shoulders and décolletage bare, except for the lace that was crew cut and came as far as the elbow on the arms. I would pair it with black Christian Louboutin stilettos. I slipped into it easily enough and then came out of the closet to still find Jason trying to tie his tie in front of the mirror. I smiled, for probably the hundredth time at him that day and walked up behind him. I reached around in front of him and he dropped his hands while I deftly tied his tie. When I was finished I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He turned around, gave me a once over with a raised eyebrow of approval and then gently pressed his lips to mine in a tender kiss. His lips left mine, but he pressed his forehead to mine and ran his hands down my arms in a loving caress. “Has she asked you yet?” Silence. I gulped. More silence. “No, she’s hasn’t.” “How are you feeling about seeing him?” Even more silence. I turned my head slightly and closed my eyes, breathing in Jason’s scent. He was warm, familiar and safe. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled my body closer against his own. “I’m fine Jason. It’s been years since everything. It’s water under the bridge now. We’re together here and now and that’s all that matters. I love you. She loves you.” I kissed his cheek, my lips lingering a moment. “Are you going to be okay seeing them?” I asked after a moment. Jason let go of my body and pulled back so that we were eye to eye. He pushed my hair back off of my face. “I’m fine.” I nodded. Our eyes remained locked as our shared knowledge of the years passed between us with a silent look. We remained like that for a moment until a soft knock on the door disturbed us. “Car is here.” Victoria opened the door. “Sorry, was I disturbing something?” she teased us. I laughed, letting go of Jason, and grabbed the evening bag that I had decided to pair with my outfit. It was a simple black, vintage Chanel clutch. Jason walked over to Victoria and embraced her warmly, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Are you ready?” he asked her. She nodded and Jason offered her his arm. She took it and the two of them made their way to the elevator. I followed behind them, watching them and feeling once again grateful that Jason had come back to me. He was amazing with Victoria; always had been, always would. We arrived twenty minutes later to the red carpet. There was a swarm of press outside, all waiting to capture the moments of the night as it unfolded. Jason gripped my hand in his, squeezing it gently. He then looked past me to Victoria. “Ready?” he asked her. She smiled and nodded. He opened the door to the flash of cameras, slipped out onto the red carpet and then held his hand out to me. I grabbed it, ready to face my past. |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | November 20, 2012, 3:33 am Post #2 |
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Excellent writing, as usual! I loved this. But you can't leave it at that! Will she tell her or won't she? What happens when she sees James for the first time in who-knows-how-many-years? Will James and Victoria end up face to face to each other and will the other or the both of them figure something out? Millions of questions remain unanswered. ![]() Good to see you back here, posting fics, don't be such a stranger!
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| myparanoid | November 25, 2012, 5:10 pm Post #3 |
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Frantic
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Excellent! Though I also wish she would have ended up with James hihi
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