Since there is not much out there please enjoy this Red/Crackle, Red/Gray Carmen, Sandiego/ Graham Crackle fanfic. Btw anyone else wanting to figure out the right ship name for these two cuties? Ugh, they are so cute.
This is my second ever thing I wrote. Omg, I know! Please review and if you have ideas for this please share- we all want Season 2!
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Chapter 1
Before her he hadn't seen red, at least he guesses he hadn't really noticed it. Not like now. Now it seems to be all that he sees.
All he can now think about is Carmen, the girl he met backstage while working at the Sydney opera house, her red trench, light brown hair, grey eyes twinkling with mischief. Meeting Carmen during their showing of Carmen, how ironic.
He had a feeling he had seen her before, but with his memory he had no idea how. It doesn't matter, there's no way- he would have remembered her. She seems to have known him, calling him Gray… it's Graham actually, but he'll go by any name if comes out of her fiery lips.
There's a sadness in her eyes when they talk, as if she lost someone. That's odd… but he's just wrapped up with how cute she is, how she seems to laugh at what he says, and that fact that unauthorized personnel can't be backstage during a show. Damn. Why does he take his job so seriously again? He'd gladly not check the lights if he can spend more time with that girl.
Carmen.
He still thinks about how she stood him up for coffee. He specifically remembers sitting outside in his favorite café waiting for her, occasionally checking his watch, hoping for it to move to a reasonable time for her to be there. When he noticed her across the street he stood and began to wave. Gosh was she gorgeous-even thought she ditched her trench in favor of a hoodie, it suited her as well. And a feisty one, too. If he hadn't seen her with the reluctant look as she disappeared behind the bus maybe he might have her out of his head.
He knows that she didn't want to.
So he waited.
Oh who is he kidding? She set a fire down in his soul.
Just today he caught himself humming that song from Carmen -what was it called again? He heard it like everyday at work- while grabbing another bowl of cereal for dinner. Just thinking of her smiling face and how she laughed made his heart tighten.
But then again during work he noticed that so many of his tools, a lot of the electrical wires, those Carmen costumes, and even the curtain were red. He never noticed that before. I mean, duh, but there was so much red. He was constantly on edge just imagining her popping up again backstage: he could imagine her silhouette in red light.
And then when he was leaving the Sydney opera house he was day dreaming of Carmen splashing in the ocean in a cute red one piece. Sigh. He'd love to go to the beach with her and share the Australian sun.
And right now while he's sitting in his apartment with his dinner, looking at Harbour Bridge, he wonders where in the world is Carmen? He misses her.