Title: Changes
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing!!!!! Toby and Ginger belong to AS and the
beautiful song Changes belongs to the music god David Bowie.
Post ep: War Crimes
*I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test*
Ooh, Toby only plays Bowie when he's upset. I walk towards his
office, peeking around the door to make sure he'snot pacing or
throwing that pink ball. He's doing neither. He's just sitting there
with his head in his hands. I slowly walk up to his deesk. "What are
you doing here?"
He looks up at me. "I thought you went home."
"I had to help Carol out with some stuff. So waht are you doing here?
I thought you 'weren't here'."
"I'm.. sitting here...listening to David Bowie."
"Exactly," I say, leaning on the desk.
"What?"
"You only listen to Bowie when your upset."
"Thats not true," he insists.
"Yes it is."
"How is it that you know me so well," he asks with a smirk, but I can
tell he's intereste din hearing my answer.
"You tell me everything."
"I tell you nothing."
"Yeah, but I talk to Cj," I say, mirroring his smirk.
"You women with your gossip."
"So what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Can't a man listen to a rock legend without being
accused of something?"
"Not when that man is you," I say seriously."What's wrong?"
"It's just..." he takes a deep breath in, thinking. "Nothing's the
same. A year ago we were trying to get laws passed. The regular
politicall stuff. Now we're trying to protect ourselves against a
grand jury and we're trying to win an election that we might not be
able to win and there are people who don't think they need to feel
loyal to us."
"Is that what this is about? the leak?"
"Yes. No. It's just that.. Dammit, Ginger, thousands of people are
starving to death a day. people are being killed by guns that have
been legally purchased, and the only thing the american people want
to know about is what the *president* did wrong. Not what their
neighbors and their friends did, but the leader of the free world,
just because it's so much better than hearing about their friends
problems. So yeah, I am mad about the leak, because right now, we
have no support, and we can't just have people who are on our team
shooting their mouths off." His voice raises as he speaks, and I just
have to say that I admire this man. He worries about the people he
doesn't even know, and is hurt when somebody betrays us, because
right now that's the only thing we have: eachother.
Toby walks over to the couch and sits down. I sit next to him as the
song changes. "I like this song," I say.
"You like Bowie?" He asks.
"yes, does that surprise you?"
"A little. You know so much about me, but I know almost nothing about
you."
"Well, maybe we could sit down sometime and really talk, you know,
not about politics."
"I'd like that," he says. "I'd like to get to know you better."
We sit in silence listening to David Bowie sing. "You're wearing out,
aren't you?" I ask quietly.
He nods. "Yeah."
I nod back. "Yeah. Me too."
~FIN~
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Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing!!!!! Toby and Ginger belong to AS and the
beautiful song Changes belongs to the music god David Bowie.
Post ep: War Crimes
*I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test*
Ooh, Toby only plays Bowie when he's upset. I walk towards his
office, peeking around the door to make sure he'snot pacing or
throwing that pink ball. He's doing neither. He's just sitting there
with his head in his hands. I slowly walk up to his deesk. "What are
you doing here?"
He looks up at me. "I thought you went home."
"I had to help Carol out with some stuff. So waht are you doing here?
I thought you 'weren't here'."
"I'm.. sitting here...listening to David Bowie."
"Exactly," I say, leaning on the desk.
"What?"
"You only listen to Bowie when your upset."
"Thats not true," he insists.
"Yes it is."
"How is it that you know me so well," he asks with a smirk, but I can
tell he's intereste din hearing my answer.
"You tell me everything."
"I tell you nothing."
"Yeah, but I talk to Cj," I say, mirroring his smirk.
"You women with your gossip."
"So what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Can't a man listen to a rock legend without being
accused of something?"
"Not when that man is you," I say seriously."What's wrong?"
"It's just..." he takes a deep breath in, thinking. "Nothing's the
same. A year ago we were trying to get laws passed. The regular
politicall stuff. Now we're trying to protect ourselves against a
grand jury and we're trying to win an election that we might not be
able to win and there are people who don't think they need to feel
loyal to us."
"Is that what this is about? the leak?"
"Yes. No. It's just that.. Dammit, Ginger, thousands of people are
starving to death a day. people are being killed by guns that have
been legally purchased, and the only thing the american people want
to know about is what the *president* did wrong. Not what their
neighbors and their friends did, but the leader of the free world,
just because it's so much better than hearing about their friends
problems. So yeah, I am mad about the leak, because right now, we
have no support, and we can't just have people who are on our team
shooting their mouths off." His voice raises as he speaks, and I just
have to say that I admire this man. He worries about the people he
doesn't even know, and is hurt when somebody betrays us, because
right now that's the only thing we have: eachother.
Toby walks over to the couch and sits down. I sit next to him as the
song changes. "I like this song," I say.
"You like Bowie?" He asks.
"yes, does that surprise you?"
"A little. You know so much about me, but I know almost nothing about
you."
"Well, maybe we could sit down sometime and really talk, you know,
not about politics."
"I'd like that," he says. "I'd like to get to know you better."
We sit in silence listening to David Bowie sing. "You're wearing out,
aren't you?" I ask quietly.
He nods. "Yeah."
I nod back. "Yeah. Me too."
~FIN~
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