Much as I would love to lock Darien and Bobby in a room with me with some champagne and strawberries for a few days, I have to admit they don't belong to me. *melodramatic sigh* Instead they belong to the wonderful people who have copyrighted them.
This is just a foray into the world of I-Man which I have recently been hooked by another author on of I-Man Fan-Fic..the great, the wonderful Chalie Ruocco..I highly reccomend you check out -her- stories. I don't know if I'll write more then this--though another idea or two is percolating at the back of my brain. Please let me know what you think. This story does involve an implied slashy relationship--so if that offends you (and why should it?) read no further. Any -intelligent- comments would be appreciated--any flames go f* a tree.
Enjoy!
Agent Bobby Hobbes had always figured on meeting Fawkes' folks. It was what his therapists' would have called a 'normal' step in a 'normal' relationship. Not that Bobby Hobbes believed in normality, not after what he'd seen. Still, when he'd dreamed--well not dreamed, Bobby Hobbes didn't dream--thought about meeting Fawkes' folks he'd pictured dinner, maybe a little wine, chit-chat in the study with Dad about what he planned to make of himself. Nothing, nothing at all like this.
The eyes that looked back into his should have been Darien's. Were Darien's, but at the same time they weren't. The voice that was Darien's when he said "Hobbes..." was Darien's but it wasn't. He didn't hear that special inflection Darien had. He didn't know how he did it, but whenever Darien said 'Hobbes' there was something special about it, something just for him, something no one could duplicate. The eyes that were looking into his weren't filled with that 'Darieness' that Hobbes had become used to--well not used to exactly-accust-no that wasn't the right word either..ok..had to come to love.
"...Take care of him." Said the Fawkes that wasn't the real Fawkes. He was the fake Fawkes, another Fawkes, but the name in front made all the difference. Standing between Kevin and Darien was Bobby Hobbes' love.
This is just a foray into the world of I-Man which I have recently been hooked by another author on of I-Man Fan-Fic..the great, the wonderful Chalie Ruocco..I highly reccomend you check out -her- stories. I don't know if I'll write more then this--though another idea or two is percolating at the back of my brain. Please let me know what you think. This story does involve an implied slashy relationship--so if that offends you (and why should it?) read no further. Any -intelligent- comments would be appreciated--any flames go f* a tree.
Enjoy!
Agent Bobby Hobbes had always figured on meeting Fawkes' folks. It was what his therapists' would have called a 'normal' step in a 'normal' relationship. Not that Bobby Hobbes believed in normality, not after what he'd seen. Still, when he'd dreamed--well not dreamed, Bobby Hobbes didn't dream--thought about meeting Fawkes' folks he'd pictured dinner, maybe a little wine, chit-chat in the study with Dad about what he planned to make of himself. Nothing, nothing at all like this.
The eyes that looked back into his should have been Darien's. Were Darien's, but at the same time they weren't. The voice that was Darien's when he said "Hobbes..." was Darien's but it wasn't. He didn't hear that special inflection Darien had. He didn't know how he did it, but whenever Darien said 'Hobbes' there was something special about it, something just for him, something no one could duplicate. The eyes that were looking into his weren't filled with that 'Darieness' that Hobbes had become used to--well not used to exactly-accust-no that wasn't the right word either..ok..had to come to love.
"...Take care of him." Said the Fawkes that wasn't the real Fawkes. He was the fake Fawkes, another Fawkes, but the name in front made all the difference. Standing between Kevin and Darien was Bobby Hobbes' love.