This is just a little fun story I somehow one day had in mind during re-watching this one Ambrose / Regal promo at FCW. Regal went off singing "Fly Me To The Moon", so I thought it was time doing exactly this. I've already published it on Tumblr but having it here all together with my other Ambregal stuff is better. Thanks to my beta-reader MXJOYRIDE for reading and correcting this story.
And now, have fun!
Stardate 10-08-2014.10. We can't really see Earth any more. It's behind us and we don't have fucking rear-view mirrors. Thanks for nothing, stupid starship engineers! Anyway, we still have some food – if you call plastic bags filled with mush "food" – and a tank of water. So, we should be fine for the next two days. Maybe three, if we don't kill each other.
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Dean Ambrose pushed the button again to finish his recording for the starship's log. He'd kept the log regularly since they were left on their own over two weeks ago. They'd had no contact with Earth whatsoever for sixteen days. But he still felt the need to report home. Maybe someone would find them in two hundred years. And maybe they would be interested to know what happened to these two skeletons drifting in space.
Dean was jolted back to the present when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He shrugged it away immediately. He still didn't like to be touched like that. Or at all. Not to mention by the guy he'd been stuck here with for nearly three weeks now. But the man who touched Dean didn't mind. He just smiled at Dean when Dean finally looked back at him over his shoulder.
"Are you still doing the log? It's pointless. No one will ever hear it. So, you might use your breath for something more important," William Regal told him, putting his hand back where he thought it belonged — on Dean's shoulder.
"Something more important? And what might that be, huh?" the younger man almost screamed after rushing up from his seat. He turned around to look at the older man ferociously. "Sucking your dick? That's what you've wanted since we fucking left Earth, isn't it? Dream on, old man, dream on! Don't ever touch me again, alright? I'm stuck here with you for the rest of my life, and that's bad enough. Just don't make it worse by pretending to care about me. Because I just don't fucking get it. Just leave me alone and let me do my log. Because that's all I've got here. That's all I've got!"
Dean bolted out of the cockpit to the sleeping cabin and slammed the door shut behind him. The sleeping cabin was the only other place he could go to get away from William, so long as William got the message and left him alone.
William stayed put. He sat in the seat Dean had just left and began listening to Dean's latest recordings. He just loved listening to them. They were probably the only reason left why he was still alive.
Now, that was part 1. Looking forward to your reviews.