TITLE- Just Like Fire
TV SHOW- GOTHAM
RATING-T to be safe!
DISCLAIMER- I do not own GOTHAM or the characters therein! They are owned by Warner Bros. And FOX television.
LANGUAGE- English
AUTHOR'S NOTE-Takes place during the episode "Anything for you" and after. Set in season 3.
This story sorta got in my head and was dreamed up out of necessity because the show has killed me with their Nygmobblepot storyline! I'm all for Nygmobblepot in any form. Whether as friends or lovers, Ed and Oswald need to be together. Don't worry this story is not slash but can be read as preslash. I'll be writing it in the style of the shows brilliant writers whom I believe are setting us up for a fantastic ride on the show, so look forward to January! I got some of my ideas from rumors and other Nygmobblepot fans. They don't write, I do, so all is good! I hope the shows writers read this story and see how close it comes to their story which is shooting right now. They can feel free to take my ideas but I don't think they will. Enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE- I have a headache tonight, Oswald
Oswald sat at the breakfast table while his maidservant was tending to the
meal before him. "Today I will tell Ed that I love him." The maid said something in her native tongue.
"I'm also gonna get you ESL classes." he said, matter of factly.
All day long Oswald tried to summon up the courage to tell Ed that he loved him but failed every time.
Stupid coward! He thought. Why is this so freaking hard! "I'll tell him tonight." he whispered to himself. "Ed, I have something to tell you in a more private setting...say the mansion tonight at eight?"
"I'll bring the wine," Ed said smiling.
Perfect. Oswald smiled.
It was getting dark and the clock struck eight. Oswald was sitting at the table practising how he was gonna reveal his news to Ed. Ed came in but something was wrong. He was empty-handed and sad-faced. Oswald chimed, "What's wrong, Ed?"
"I've got a headache, a bad migraine. I couldn't get the wine."
Oswald jumped up out of his seat. "Sit down, Ed. Did you take anything for it? Can I get you a glass of water?" Oswald was sputtering.
"No, I've taken my medicine for it already." Ed sat down at the table. He was slightly shaking. "I'm...hungry..."
"By all means, eat, Ed..."
"I can't eat this...this food is too much for my poor nauseus stomach." Ed stared down at his plate.
"What do you want to eat?" Oswald was upset. How could he tell Ed now?
Ed was a mess! He's shaking, his face is drawn, he's both hungry and nauseus…
"My head is pounding again..." Ed groaned. "Oswald, could you do me a favor and massage my neck and shoulders?"
Oswald stood behind Ed and Ed took off his glasses and held onto his face. He reminded Oswald of someone playing hide and seek. Only this wasn't a game, Ed was ill and needed him to help feel better. Ed then loosened his tie. Oswald swallowed then started the massage. Ed started wincing and going 'Owww, oww, oww' and then after another minute passed, out of the blue, he started crying! "Oh, my god, Ed, you're crying!" Oswald stopped rubbing.
"It's alright, I can't help it. I'm just in a lot of pain."
Oswald handed him a handkerchief. "Thanks." Ed dried his eyes and blew his nose. "Please continue." Oswald thought that Ed must have a lot of trust in him if he didn't mind crying in front of him. He must be completely comfortable with it. Ed groaned again and Oswald quickly licked his lips. "Ed, what would you like to eat? I'll get it for you..."
"You don't have to, Oswald. I'm already a pain for asking you to give me a massage..." Ed put his glasses back on. He turned his head to glance back at Oswald.
"Nonsense, I can cook, just tell me what you want." Oswald smiled.
"I'd like 3 soft-boiled eggs cooked for four minutes and two pieces of toast, please."
"Why don't we go into the kitchen then." Oswald put his hand out to indicate the way to the kitchen and almost fell over from shock as Ed grabbed his hand and got up from his chair.
"Oswald, you're the greatest." Ed smiled. They went into the kitchen and
Oswald made Ed his meal and they ate together. Ed ate painstakingly slow. Afterwards, Ed said he wanted to take a second pill before he went to bed, so he had time to wait before he could take it, so he suggested they watch tv together. Ed curled up on the couch with his shoes off. His feet were touching Oswald. He stayed that way for awhile, then he got up to use the bathroom and when he came back, he
said, "Oswald, do- do you mind?"
"Mind what?" Oswald asked, then jumped when Ed laid down on the couch and put his head in Oswald's lap! "No-" he stammered. "I-I don't mind!"
"Good."
Oswald, without thinking about it, caught himself stroking and playing with
Ed's hair! He thought Ed doesn't mind...and smiled.
"Are you okay, Oswald?" Ed looked up at him.
"Just fine." Oswald smiled. He wished this moment could go on forever. They watched one more show then Ed sat up and announced he was going to take his meds and go to bed.
"Good-night, Oswald. Thanks for everything." he said then hugged Oswald.
"Good-night, Ed. Get better." Ed got up and left. "Oh well, there's always tomorrow night to tell Ed I love him."
