A/N: Well, I have fallen in love with Misfits over the past week. Seriously, I have never loved a television character more than Simon. So, I am starting a series of continuous one shots revolving around Simon, Alisha, and/or Simon/Alisha. My main inspiration for this is the fantastic band Thriving Ivory who are like the anthem of Simon & Alisha. I can't promise I'll update frequently, but I'm going to try. This will follow S2E6 and help flesh out their relationship. Happy reading!
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'angels on the moon'
piece one: for heaven's sake
"Well hey you know you're not alone
Cause honey I get lonely too
And it feels so familiar, must have been here before
Singin' I don't wanna go but I don't wanna hurt anymore"
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Her eyes lingered on him as the five of them sat on their bar stools, not really hearing whatever disgusting thing Nathan was undoubtedly saying. Most days she hated Superhoodie for doing this to her; it seemed like she never thought about anything other than Simon most days. She was actually surprised he hadn't turned around because of the intensity of her gaze.
Her mind was racing with what Curtis had told them. He had simply said that the milk guy had killed them all and as Simon died he told him to turn back time and save them all. To save her, her mind echoed as the voice of the man she loved with all she had entered her mind. What had happened to Simon that he had turned into his future self to sacrifice himself? She studied the peculiar boy from her seat two spots down from him, deciding that falling in love with him wasn't so far fetched after all. If she were to be honest, she was already in love with him.
She hated this, though, not being able to kiss him, touch him, be with him. It broke her heart in many ways. It was like she had a lifetime of waiting before he would change. However, her Simon had told her that it was her love that changed him, so what else was there to do but love him?
She stood then, feeling burned by the pain in her chest, needing to get out of the bar- claustrophobia was smothering her. She collected her small bag, placing it over her head. It felt like the end, how would she still see him? He could find another girl, he already had once. The thought of Jessica just made her burn more, because that girl had been so innocent and perfect and powerless.
"Wha are yah doin'?" Kelly asked, looking away from Nathan's dirty joke and up to her friend.
Alisha put a smile on her face as she had everyday since he had died for her. She felt the key to his flat against her breast and it made her feel stronger somehow. "Oh, I thought I'd get out of here. It's getting' kind of late. I'll see you guys around, yeah?" She said and Kelly nodded while Nathan and Curtis nodded at her. She didn't have the heart or courage to look at Simon, knowing she'd burst into tears if she did.
"Yah, all righ'." Kelly smiled and with that Alisha turned to the exit, and pushed her way out into the foggy night.
"Alisha! Wait!" She turned to see Simon standing behind her; for the first time since she had met him, he looked like her Simon. If there even was any difference between the two Simons anymore. She raised an eyebrow at the pale boy standing behind her.
"You want me to walk with you? It's kind of dangerous for a pretty girl to walk alone late at night." It came out in a rush but Alisha felt her heart warm. It felt the way it had the day he had called her beautiful and explained how he understood her pain. His desire to make sure she was safe reassured her that future Simon really was in there somewhere.
"Yeah. I'd like that." She smiled at him, and he nodded in that awkward way he had about him, pushing his feet faster to keep up with her.
As he reached her side, she could smell that intoxicating scent about him that hung in the flat that she now slept in almost every night. She watched him as they took their first few steps; his face was conflicted, and he seemed to be trying to understand something.
"What are you thinkin' about?" She asked, not being able to hold the question in. She always wanted to know what he was thinking, because she rarely ever heard him speak.
His blue eyes caught her gaze and he studied her face that made her feel like it was she who was invisible. She watched him for a moment, before realizing they had both stopped in the middle of the street.
"Curtis' story." His soft voice spoke, "We were famous." He said simply, and she nodded, understanding what he was trying to say. That was the weird thing about being in love with Simon- you just sort of got to the point where you understood everything he said.
"I know. It's kind of crazy." She laughed softly, looking down at her feet and studying the pavement. He gave her a curious look.
"You mean, you don't think you'd like being famous?" The deja vu that came with the question struck her and almost knocked the breath out of her lungs.
"N-No. I don't think so, anyway." She spoke softly, as she let her hands drop to her sides in a sigh. "I'm already enough of a freak." It was something she had never really voiced before, but she felt like if anyone was to hear it, it should be him. He stopped walking once more, simply looking over at her, with that expression of his, like he was in pain.
"What?" She asked, while he gave his half smile that made her heart race.
"You are not a freak." He said forcefully, "We didn't choose this." His voice was controlled, but she sensed a hint of anger in his tone. She could feel the tear slip down her nose and he watched it slide off her face.
"Why do you always cry around me?" He asked, a gentle teasing that she remembered from days filled with sheets and an orange hoodie. She smiled half heartedly, shaking her head at him because, really, how could he not know?
"Because you are always so nice to me. I'm not really used to that. Sometimes I think that's why I got this power." More tears began to slip down her cheeks, "I've always been alone- emotionally, anyways. Now no one can fucking touch me. It's fucking ironic." She exclaimed, wrapping an arm around her own shoulder.
Suddenly, there was a warmer arm wrapped around her shoulder, and that smell was infiltrating all of her senses. She buried her face in his shoulder, not caring that he didn't know that they loved each other; that they were supposed to go to Las Vegas and be together forever. He was Simon and he was there, and that was enough for her.
"I understand how you feel." He spoke in his confident, yet gentle voice. "No one has ever noticed me. I've never... had a friend. Not until this community service. I got invisibility because I have always been invisible. To everyone." His breath tickled her neck as his fingers massaged into her hair, while he pulled her close.
"So, I don't understand why Curtis said I saved us all. I died for us. I don't think I'm quite brave enough." He sighed into her curly mane, before she pulled her head back from his shoulder, her mascara blurred on her cheeks.
"I know you are." She mumbles, but he still catches it. He doesn't ask about it, though, because she seems in no state to say anything to him.
"Is this all there is for all of us?" She asked after a few moments, really wanting to know if she'll ever see him again. She doesn't really care so much about the others. He looks at her with his half smile, future Simon face.
"I highly doubt it. We couldn't get rid of Nathan if we tried." She couldn't hide the giggle that slipped out of her and she allowed herself to laugh, really laugh, for the first time since the future Simon died. "Besides, you can text me anytime you like." He spoke softly.
She nodded, because she had had his phone number since the first days of her service after they killed their probation worker. They stood and continued to Superhoodie's flat in silence and when they reached the door she smiled at him.
"Thank you, for everything." She said, sending him a sheepish smile. He smiled his geeky grin back at her.
"Anytime, Alisha." He whispered, "I'll see you around." He spoke, squeezing her hand gently, and turning to walk toward his own home. She watched him go, her eyes misting over, and her heart contracting.
It would be two hours later when she would realize that he had touched her hand and nothing had happened. She would smile into her pillow, because it was a sign- they were on their way to Vegas and happiness.
That would be enough for now.