So I can't remember why this idea suddenly popped into my head, but it did. So I did a small drabble and I don't know if I really like it. It seemed sort of better in my head, but I dunno? I have a little more written out but I'm not sure if I'm going to post the rest or even continue this. But I guess if enough people end up liking it I won't just...not finish it. XD
ANYWAY. The story pretty much speaks for itself, but if you're still a little confused by the end of the chapter that's all right. XD
Let's see, do I need any filters or anything of that sort? GamTav GamKat Davros are the main pairings here. But Eri and Erisol will most likely be sort of important as well if I decide to I should warn you it's told in conflicting perspectives...xDD
This beginning seemed kind of slow to me, so I hope it's not like...agonizingly boring or anything. XD
….So...enjoy! :D (Btw, the title has absolutely nothing to do with the story. I'm just bad at titles)
"Fuck fuck fuck." Gamzee thought to himself, swerving through traffic with record speed. He could already tell today was not going to be a good day. His boss let him out late again, and his car had been booted for being less than an inch inside the redzone. In his haste to walk home and grab his Scoot, he dropped his cellphone in the gutter and no he has no way to contact his boyfriend whom he was on his way to pick up.
"Dammit," Gamzee whispered, braking rather abruptly, causing his body to jerk violently forward. "Fuck, He's gonna murder me."
He didn't think to borrow a cell from Eridan in the neighboring room of their apartment building, but he was probably meeting with Sollux or Feferi anyway. The thought of his little sister getting all intimate and nasty with his friend and neighbor was kind of offputting to Gamzee, as it would be with any older brother, but what made him angrier was that he was almost positive Eridan was seeing Sollux behind her back.
But a true motherfucker doesn't stir the pot if he's not sure what's in it yet, so instead he silently survey's the apartment across the hall, waiting for even a hint of infidelity.
A loud honk snapped Gamzee out of his thoughts and he revved his engine at whatever motherfucker was getting their panties in a bunch before speeding off with a wheelie. He didn't usually showboat, but he could really use some cheering up and doing cool tricks on his bike always made him feel that much better.
"Oh shoot, oh shoot," Tavros thought, collecting his paper's as they flew away. He was too clumsy on his new prosthetic legs, so he was constantly falling and he felt absolutely ridiculous! But ever since Equius' last upgrade he'd been even clumsier. Despite this, however, walking and doing other such activities felt a lot smoother and more natural.
Tavros managed to collect all his papers, although no one had even bothered to help him. He hurriedly checked his watch, jumping up with a gasp. "Oh shoot!" he cried, hurrying off down the street. "He's gonna be pretty upset if I'm late! Even though he's late all the time himself," he murmured to himself, blushing a bit when he realized he'd spoken those words instead of just thought them.
Today was already turning out to be pretty upsetting. His appointment with Equius ran long because the man was being ridiculously sweaty and...well, Tavros was pretty sure he was sort of aroused when he spotted the boy's metal chest adornments whilst upgrading Tavros' legs. It wasn't his idea, honestly, his boyfriend insisted nipple rings would look fantastic. And being the pushover he was, Tavros gave in and agreed to it.
Upon seeing them, Equius became a clammy sweating mess and began murmuring things about lewdness or something. Tavros was too embarrassed to pay attention and basically tried to tune it out, but that wasn't even the beginning. Long story short, he was targeted by a bird, had fallen and dropped his papers at least three times, and got yelled at by his professor.
He stood at the crosswalk, pressing the button in rapid succession in an attempt to make the light change faster. There wasn't even any cars coming! Tavros huffed and rolled onto the balls of his feet and then to his heels and back again a few times. Finally, with no cars coming and the light showing no signs of changing, he decided to run across. The street was long and drawn out and just as he got to the middle, he tripped right onto his face, his work papers spilling out of his hands.
Gamzee turned into an alley, crossing to the next street over since it was rather deserted at this time of day. Most people were at work and the only stores that occupied the area weren't ideal for everyday shopping.
He took either hand off its handle, one after the other, and flexed his fingers. They were beginning to stiffen as he twisted the accelerator forward.
His boyfriend hated the motorcycle, but he'd have to handle it just for today.
Tavros got up, a dull ache in his hip. "God..." he sighed, rubbing at it. Generally standing in the middle of the street was hardly a good idea, but he couldn't even so much as hear a car, but there was some sort of dull buzzing in his ear. He ignored it and bent down to pick up his papers. By the time the next day would roll around, they'd be ruined for sure.
Tavros rubbed the back of his neck as he stood straight again. He felt miserable. That was the worst faceplant he'd had since...ever, probably!
The buzzing became louder and he finally realized that it was the engine of a motorcycle. He seriously hated those things, all loud and obnoxious! It was probably the next street over, he thought to himself, beginning to walk again. He'd barely even made it halfway through the street, he realized, and every step and twist of his body caused another dull pain to arise.
Suddenly, the motorcycle sounded incredibly close. Almost like it was coming right down the street. Tavros turned, paranoid, and suddenly it came into view.
Gamzee gasped at the silhouette of a pedestrian using the crosswalk during a green light. He did the first thing that came to mind which was to turn sharply in an attempt to avoid the moron that was too impatient to wait a minute or two for a motherfucking light. Whatever he was hurrying off to shouldn't be important enough to risk his life for!
The motorcycle tilted at an impossible angle and he was forced to abandon his vehicle, leather meeting black concrete as he slid across the street, finally rolling and then landing for good. He was only grateful that he'd decided to wear his helmet today.
The wind was momentarily knocked out of him, so standing and even breathing was asking too much of himself. He merely laid there, trying to recover as quickly as possible so he could get to his boyfriend faster, and possibly tear that impatient motherfucker he'd almost run into a new asshole.
Tavros gasped, looking around in every direction his head could possibly pivot to. He had no idea what had happened at first, he was completely taken off guard. It took him a few moments to notice the motorcycle guy lying on the floor, still.
"Oh my god!" he cried, looking around frantically. "Someone call an ambulance!" But with most of the shops either abandoned or closed, getting someone's attention would be hard. "Oh my God, oh my God!" Tavros cried, clutching the side of his head as he fell to his knees.
He nearly ripped the man's helmet off, the familiar tuft of purple-black hair startling him for a moment, triggering something nostalgic that he couldn't quite place his finger on.
"Are you all right, sir?" Tavros asked, trying his hardest not to anxiously shake the man to try and awaken him. "Shoot, shoot, I don't know mouth to mouth...please don't die," he whispered to himself, awkwardly attempting a few chest compressions.
Gamzee groaned, trembling slightly. The fall may had been worse than he anticipated but he honestly didn't feel too bad, just a bit shaken. But whatever idiot was crying and jerking him around really wasn't helping.
Normally, he wouldn't be as peeved as he felt at the moment, even if the kid had almost gotten him killed, but today was especially emotionally exhausting and it was only getting worse. Plus, imagining his upset boyfriend was not helping.
He finally sighed and decided he wasn't going to die and opened his eyes, thought he really wanted to just sleep for a good day or two. Or maybe just light up once, but that would be impossible until he picked up his boyfriend and got back to the apartment-
Suddenly he froze. He must have been dead. He fell, slid, and must have been crushed between a concrete wall and his Scoot. That was certainly, without a doubt what happened, and he couldn't be happier.
He abruptly sat up, wincing a bit as his ribs were jarred. He actually felt a lot shittier than he'd expected, on second thought. Maybe he wasn't dead. Because if he was dead, he wouldn't be in that much pain.
"Be careful!" Tavros cried, putting his hands on Gamzee's shoulders. "Be careful...that was a really bad fall. I'm, uh, really really sorry, it's all my fault!" he said hurriedly, tilting Gamzee's head so he could examine him. "Are you all right, sir? My car is right there, I can take you to a Doctor. He'll see you immediately, if you, uh, need one, okay? But I really think you should because that was really bad, and oh my god, is anything broken? Are you okay?"
"Holy shit," Gamzee couldn't believe his eyes as he drank in the sight of Tavros. "Holy shit, Tav..." He slumped forward slightly, rubbing his eye sockets. "Holy shit I can't believe this..."
"I...uh...excuse me? What did you call me?" Tavros asked, looking a bit confused.
"Tavbro, Tavros, holy shit..." Gamzee repeated, biting his lip as his eyes began to water. He hugged Tavros with all his strength, unable to believe that he was able to hold the boy again.
"Uh, I uhm, h-how do you know my name?" Tavros murmured. "I think you hit your head really hard?" He regarded his nametag for a second. Okay, so there was a perfectly logical explanation. This guy must have hit his head really bad, subconsciously glimpsed his nametag and now was confusing him with a girlfriend or something.
Gamzee pulled away. "Man, Tavbro, you're not making any motherfuckin sense, and I don't even motherfuckin care. Shit, I motherfuckin love you, I love you so much-" He cut himself short by grabbing Tavros by the shoulders and pulling him in for a passionate kiss, catching the boy completely by surprise, and yet it felt incredibly right. Like a giant weight had been lifted from his life.
He quickly caught himself and pushed the man away. "I'm sorry sir, but I think you've hit your head really bad, let me take you to the hospital!" He stood and helped the man up, trembling a bit from the aftereffects of the kiss. He hastily led the man to his car, helping him inside.
"Tav, it's Gamzee, what the Hell!" Gamzee said, covering Tavros' hand as the boy began to turn on the car.
"I'm sorry, but you're obviously going through some head trauma and I'm on my way to the hospital anyway, so please just try and relax until I can get you some help, all right?" Tavros asked.
Gamzee watched as Tavros began to drive. For now he'd have to humor him, and after all was said and done, he'd sit the boy down and stimulate his memory. It had been several years since Gamzee last saw him anyway, and since then he'd stopped wearing his silly Subjugglator makeup, so it sort of made sense that Tavros was confused. But even with a different haircut and a slightly less baby-ish face, Gamzee remembered Tavros in haunting detail. He could never forget his first- possibly his only- love.