Title: Out Run
Ratings: R
Characters/Pairings: Colby/David
Warnings: Slash, angst, fluff, drabble,
Spoilers: The Janus List
Word Count: 424
Author's Notes: Reviews are loved!
Summery: David tries to outrun his memories.
He goes to work because he can't go home.
He goes to work to write reports, re-file his paperwork, arrange his desk according to FBI standers. Anything to avoid focusing on something he didn't want to think of.
He doesn't go home because he can't face those memories. He doesn't want to remember the night Colby showed up on his doorstep with a case of beer and a bag of pretzels.
He doesn't want to remember how that night ended.
Sweat, saliva, and falling in love.
But the longer he stays in that office the harder it gets to ignore the desk close to his. The harder it gets to ignore his coat on the racks, his handwriting on those files he was putting away.
He slams a drawer closed in a fit of rage. He has to get away from him.
He drives down streets he didn't know existed. He stops at a gas station that he's never been to.
He slides out of his car to pump a half a tank of gas. The moment he smells the gas another memory flashes through his mind.
Their standing side by side, back resting against the black SUV issued to them. Colby's watching the numbers fly past them on the machine while David holds the nuzzle into the car.
"Anyone watching?" Colby whispered, his body giving away nothing of his airless tone.
David frowned looking around. "No. Why?"
"Because," Colby smirked as he took a step forward and moved directly in front of David, "I want to do this."
Without any further warning Colby pressed David into the SUV, capturing his lips.
David had been so surprised for a moment all he could recognize was callus lips against his own. Then instinct took over and he kissed back.
His hand trembled as took the nuzzle and shoved it into his car. He waited for a few moments then shoved his credit card in and punched a few numbers.
By the time he'd settled back in his car hot tears were burning his eyes.
He can't go back to work, he can't go home. David shoved his key in the ignition and roughly started his car. Apparently he couldn't go anywhere without thinking of him.
He lets tears fall down his cheek and doesn't bother to wipe them away. He wonders how long it's going to take before he forgets him.
He doesn't go home and he doesn't go to work. He drives endlessly for hours, trying out run his memories of a better time.