A/N: This is my first time using the chapter system. So very excited. :D
I think I must also mention that I also decided to post these out of guilt, because usedusername has kept me entertained (and excited) with numerous excerpts from her upcoming sequel to 'Deconstructive Reconstruction,' and I felt I needed to at least return the favor somehow. This isn't nearly enough, but it'll have to do for now because my brain has been hating on me.
Drabble Number Two Rating: K
FML
There was a creeping in Malcolm's chest; a niggling at the back of his mind. A tingling at the tips of his fingers, and an itch at the base of his spine. With all of that, fluttering in his stomach seemed like only a secondary effect, but he refused to fully acknowledge it. However, he knew what it was. He wasn't an idiot.
Well, the IQ test said he wasn't an idiot, but he sure felt like one. How he hadn't seen this before was beyond him. It was like seeing the clouds and smelling the rain, but refusing to carry an umbrella. He'd seen the signs over and over again, but he'd never given them any thought. And now that he knew what to look for he was second guessing himself at every turn, and all the while refusing to believe it had any sort of meaning.
For example, he would be sitting on the couch watching TV; minding his own business, nearly inconspicuous. Then Reese would walk into the room and sit next to him, and suddenly there would be this tightness in his chest that simply wouldn't go away. It wasn't so much painful as uncomfortable, but its non-ceasing presence still caused him to be short of breath, nearly wheezing. And he had to wonder, was it anxiety he was feeling, or guilt?
Because he could deal with anxiety—it was the sort of thing he could lower his head into and plow on through. But guilt... Guilt was different; he didn't know how to deal with it. Nothing short of apologizing profusely had ever worked for him, and as far as he could tell there was no way to apply that to this situation.
He wasn't even sure this situation warranted an apology. What was he supposed to do, prison-walk up to Reese and apologize for being... attracted to him? Because that would be ridiculous.
A/N: Like many things, this came to me while driving to class and listening to one of the many songs that I associate with this pairing. It occurred to me that I normally think of Reese longing for Malcolm, and not the other way around. So this was born during an exceptionally boring Biology class. XD
Perhaps I should also mention that any drabble added to this might not be the best written.. I didn't really put a lot of thought into editing them. XD
As always, reviewing isn't necessarily necessary.