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Admin Yellow #22, Octarine #13
Name: kay_brooke
Story: David/Cleaner
Colors: Admin Yellow #22 (I'm often misunderstood), Octarine #13 (I hope we are not going to have any of this 'foul fiend' business again)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas
Word Count: 608
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply.
Summary: When it's time to move on.
Note: A piece I wrote for a prompt call last month, off a prompt frombookblather. Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
Tabitha slipped the key into the lock and grabbed David's hand. “Come on, get inside.”
The door she pulled him through, giggling, led into a large space lined with cabinets, broken up with chairs and tables topped with a variety of esoteric equipment...
David stopped short. A laboratory. She had brought him to a laboratory.
Of course she had. This was where she worked. David took a deep breath, attempting in vain to calm his pounding heart. He knew she worked in a laboratory. He just hadn't expected it to look so...familiar. Even the smell was the same, that searing sterile scent that sent him tumbling into his past, all the way to that last, terrible day, the grin of the woman who had grabbed him by his arm and promised that next time he'd get worse than a headache.
The deciding event. That night he had left for good.
But now he was back.
No. This wasn't the same place. This was where Tabitha worked. He was safe with Tabitha. She knew nothing about his past and she would never lead him into danger.
“David?” Her giggles faded as she noticed him standing in the doorway, swaying slightly back and forth. “Hey, David, are you okay?”
He blinked. He forced himself to tear his gaze from the room. “Yes. Yes, of course I'm okay.”
“Okay, we have to do this quick,” said Tabitha, a grin growing across her face. “You're not technically supposed to be here. Grab a lab coat. They're over there.”
His gaze followed her pointing finger, coming to rest on the rack of...no, it couldn't be. That very same shade of blue. How could it be the exact shade? The laboratory was one thing; he supposed the practice of science looked similar no matter where it took place. But the coats were the same. That couldn't be a coincidence.
Could it?
Tabitha was pulling on her own coat, this one white with her name embroidered across the right side of the chest. “What are you waiting for? Come on, I just need to freeze some stocks and then we can get out of here.”
“I want a white one,” he said. He wouldn't wear the blue ones. He couldn't.
Tabitha frowned, all amusement gone. “Why does it matter? The blue ones are for visitors.”
He had been interested somewhat in seeing what Tabitha did during her day. But now, with every sense being assaulted with unwanted memories, he wanted nothing more than to run away. “You do what you need to do,” he said. “I'll wait in the hall.”
“Oh. Okay.” She looked disappointed. David turned away and tried not to feel guilty. She didn't know why the laboratory bothered him so much. She couldn't know.
He paced the hall for about twenty minutes, stopping every once in a while to stare at the posters lining the walls, not understanding a single word on them. He knew nothing about science, despite everything.
“All done,” said Tabitha, emerging from the laboratory and locking the door behind her. She glanced at her watch. “Good, we can still make our reservation. Sorry about the sidetrack.”
“It's fine,” he said. “So are they okay? The...bacteria?”
She gave him a sardonic smile. “Well, they're frozen now. You could have watched me do it if you were curious.”
“It wouldn't have meant anything to me.” David took her hand and tried to put everything he had seen behind him. What mattered was here and now, the feel of Tabitha's skin and the light scent of her shampoo. “You're right. We need to get going if we're going to find parking.”
kay_brookeStory: David/Cleaner
Colors: Admin Yellow #22 (I'm often misunderstood), Octarine #13 (I hope we are not going to have any of this 'foul fiend' business again)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas
Word Count: 608
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply.
Summary: When it's time to move on.
Note: A piece I wrote for a prompt call last month, off a prompt from
bookblather. Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.Tabitha slipped the key into the lock and grabbed David's hand. “Come on, get inside.”
The door she pulled him through, giggling, led into a large space lined with cabinets, broken up with chairs and tables topped with a variety of esoteric equipment...
David stopped short. A laboratory. She had brought him to a laboratory.
Of course she had. This was where she worked. David took a deep breath, attempting in vain to calm his pounding heart. He knew she worked in a laboratory. He just hadn't expected it to look so...familiar. Even the smell was the same, that searing sterile scent that sent him tumbling into his past, all the way to that last, terrible day, the grin of the woman who had grabbed him by his arm and promised that next time he'd get worse than a headache.
The deciding event. That night he had left for good.
But now he was back.
No. This wasn't the same place. This was where Tabitha worked. He was safe with Tabitha. She knew nothing about his past and she would never lead him into danger.
“David?” Her giggles faded as she noticed him standing in the doorway, swaying slightly back and forth. “Hey, David, are you okay?”
He blinked. He forced himself to tear his gaze from the room. “Yes. Yes, of course I'm okay.”
“Okay, we have to do this quick,” said Tabitha, a grin growing across her face. “You're not technically supposed to be here. Grab a lab coat. They're over there.”
His gaze followed her pointing finger, coming to rest on the rack of...no, it couldn't be. That very same shade of blue. How could it be the exact shade? The laboratory was one thing; he supposed the practice of science looked similar no matter where it took place. But the coats were the same. That couldn't be a coincidence.
Could it?
Tabitha was pulling on her own coat, this one white with her name embroidered across the right side of the chest. “What are you waiting for? Come on, I just need to freeze some stocks and then we can get out of here.”
“I want a white one,” he said. He wouldn't wear the blue ones. He couldn't.
Tabitha frowned, all amusement gone. “Why does it matter? The blue ones are for visitors.”
He had been interested somewhat in seeing what Tabitha did during her day. But now, with every sense being assaulted with unwanted memories, he wanted nothing more than to run away. “You do what you need to do,” he said. “I'll wait in the hall.”
“Oh. Okay.” She looked disappointed. David turned away and tried not to feel guilty. She didn't know why the laboratory bothered him so much. She couldn't know.
He paced the hall for about twenty minutes, stopping every once in a while to stare at the posters lining the walls, not understanding a single word on them. He knew nothing about science, despite everything.
“All done,” said Tabitha, emerging from the laboratory and locking the door behind her. She glanced at her watch. “Good, we can still make our reservation. Sorry about the sidetrack.”
“It's fine,” he said. “So are they okay? The...bacteria?”
She gave him a sardonic smile. “Well, they're frozen now. You could have watched me do it if you were curious.”
“It wouldn't have meant anything to me.” David took her hand and tried to put everything he had seen behind him. What mattered was here and now, the feel of Tabitha's skin and the light scent of her shampoo. “You're right. We need to get going if we're going to find parking.”