I'm going to have to stretch that prompt a little bit but the main idea (whilst a bit crackish) is still there and hopefully I can get it done by tonight (though that seems like a stretch right now because ughhhh procrastination sounds so much better). =D
I KNOW! My heart went all out for Olivia in that scene. T_T I have no idea how they're going to progress from there on, but I hope they figure things out. Olivia really does need some loving. =(
Oh I can't believe you manipulated me into writing a comment fic for you. XD
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In Which Arthur Watches Fringe
At first Eames thought he was dreaming because, really. There was no other explanation for this. He was standing behind Arthur’s couch, the television in the living room was on and some sci-fi show seemed to be playing and Arthur was reaching for the box of Kleenex and he was- He was sniffing.
“Arthur?” Eames called out, flabbergasted.
Arthur didn’t reply him. In fact, Arthur hadn’t seemed to have heard him at all.
“Arthur-” he paused, his tongue darting out to wet his lips slightly, “Did someone die?”
Arthur turned over to Eames, not even bothering to hide the fact that his eyes were swollen and red. “She-” he swallowed, “She came back just for him and he kept her fucking going on over at the other side and now she’s breaking down and it’s so…sad.”
Eames didn’t even pretend that he understood what Arthur was going on about. He did, however, move to sit next to Arthur on the couch. “I’m sorry, darling, but you’re going to have to explain. What’s going on?”
“I- I just- Eames, can you hold me for awhile?”
Eames’ mouth fell open.
“I just- I can’t be alone right now and I can’t believe how she’s actually pulling through and God, Eames, can you just-?”
Eames did as Arthur asked and pulled him close so that Arthur head rested against his chest. “Better?”
He felt Arthur nod.
“Now can you tell me what’s going on?”
Arthur was silent. “Olivia found Peter’s MIT shirt in her apartment,” he said quietly after awhile, his voice quivering ever so slightly, “And then she had a huge emotional breakdown. It was heart wrenching.”
Eames’ brow furrowed. “I must be missing the part where you tell me who Peter and Olivia are.”
Arthur’s head snapped up and his eyes locked onto Eames’. “You mean to say that you have never watched a single episode of Fringe in your lifetime?”
Eames gaped. “You were crying over a TV show,” he said dryly.
“A TV show,” Arthur repeated slowly as he reached for his Fringe DVD collection, “Seems like I have a lot of work to do, Mr. Eames.”
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I KNOW! My heart went all out for Olivia in that scene. T_T I have no idea how they're going to progress from there on, but I hope they figure things out. Olivia really does need some loving. =(
Oh I can't believe you manipulated me into writing a comment fic for you. XD
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In Which Arthur Watches Fringe
At first Eames thought he was dreaming because, really. There was no other explanation for this. He was standing behind Arthur’s couch, the television in the living room was on and some sci-fi show seemed to be playing and Arthur was reaching for the box of Kleenex and he was- He was sniffing.
“Arthur?” Eames called out, flabbergasted.
Arthur didn’t reply him. In fact, Arthur hadn’t seemed to have heard him at all.
“Arthur-” he paused, his tongue darting out to wet his lips slightly, “Did someone die?”
Arthur turned over to Eames, not even bothering to hide the fact that his eyes were swollen and red. “She-” he swallowed, “She came back just for him and he kept her fucking going on over at the other side and now she’s breaking down and it’s so…sad.”
Eames didn’t even pretend that he understood what Arthur was going on about. He did, however, move to sit next to Arthur on the couch. “I’m sorry, darling, but you’re going to have to explain. What’s going on?”
“I- I just- Eames, can you hold me for awhile?”
Eames’ mouth fell open.
“I just- I can’t be alone right now and I can’t believe how she’s actually pulling through and God, Eames, can you just-?”
Eames did as Arthur asked and pulled him close so that Arthur head rested against his chest. “Better?”
He felt Arthur nod.
“Now can you tell me what’s going on?”
Arthur was silent. “Olivia found Peter’s MIT shirt in her apartment,” he said quietly after awhile, his voice quivering ever so slightly, “And then she had a huge emotional breakdown. It was heart wrenching.”
Eames’ brow furrowed. “I must be missing the part where you tell me who Peter and Olivia are.”
Arthur’s head snapped up and his eyes locked onto Eames’. “You mean to say that you have never watched a single episode of Fringe in your lifetime?”
Eames gaped. “You were crying over a TV show,” he said dryly.
“A TV show,” Arthur repeated slowly as he reached for his Fringe DVD collection, “Seems like I have a lot of work to do, Mr. Eames.”