title: Goodbye
characters/pairing: Doug Penhall, Tom Hanson -- Penson
rating: T ... for language...
warnings: slash, some language errors swearing
disclaimer: I own nothing
summary: And one week would be too long and everything they had had together would be too far gone to be fixed.
a/n: this was supposed to be set on an idea rosemelody2 on LJ gave me over a drabble. But, obviously, longer than a drabble, and it kinda strayed from the idea. And it really was supposed to be happyish but angst came and bit it in the ass and refused to leave. And I hate the title, seems so bland and shit for this, anybody feel free to feed me something better...
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"...goodbye..." Doug spoke the word slowly, nervously, waiting in fear and regret and just who knew what for Tom's reaction... but there was none.
Tom didn't want to stay silent, but he did, because... because why? Because Doug was leaving, heading off to who knows where in the middle of God only knows, and for what exactly? Tom wasn't entirely sure – he had lost any and all attention available to him for listening after Doug had said he was going to be leaving. And then he had just stopped everything – well, almost everything. He just stood there, still as a statue, staring vacantly at a stain on the rug, unable to move forward or speak... just stood there, feeling so fucking lost and confused.
Doug watched in silence and pain as Tom stood stock still, unmoving save for the second-long outward heave of his chest whenever breathing deemed itself necessary. But what exactly was wrong? It wasn't like he wasn't ever going to be coming back. He'd be gone for a week at the most, and really, there was the phone – they could talk each and every night, once whatever daily seminar was over with and Doug was let loose back into his own world. But still Tom just stood there, not speaking, just staring at some stain on the beige rug that Doug was sure had been his fault.
"Tommy?" Doug asked suddenly, anger plainly evident in the harshly whispered request. The silence had finally finished drilling away what was left of his patience and slight sanity because, yeah, he was leaving, but it was for his job and Tom really had no right to be acting the way he was. "I'm leaving now, so if you got anything you want to say, say it now."
Still there was only silence, eerie and cold and it was just too much for Doug. He let out one last breathy sigh, anger mixing in with the torn away sanity and patience, then turned and moved quickly, jacket tearing slightly from the harsh tug Doug gave to remove it from its hook. Boots quickly slipped on, then he was gone, door slammed none too accidentally behind him.
Tom finally looked up, only to catch the slight glimpse of his lover's back as he moved quickly out of the apartment.
"...goodbye..." was whispered once again in the too silent apartment, and then Tom was leaving as well – realizations of what had just happened hit him forcefully like a bullet to the gut, and he knew that if he didn't move fast enough, then Doug would be gone.
And one week would be too long and everything they had had together would be too far gone to be fixed.