Ada felt a sharp pain course through her head as she opened her eyes. A soft moan escaped her as she came to. Instinctively she placed a hand to her forehead. The previous night was a blur to her, and she didn't know why she felt so terrible.
Thatsss'sss what you get for being a weasssel.
A groan escaped Ada. "Weasels," She found herself saying for some reason.
She heard footsteps, which only made her headache worse. But thankfully, it was only Greg.
"Oh you're up," He said, his smile genuine.
Ada attempted to rise, but found another coursing pain hitting her head.
"Don't try and get up so fast," Greg cautioned, "Here." He said gently holding out his hand.
Grabbing hold of it gently, Ada allowed Greg to raise her up. A short shot of pain hit her, but it subsided all the while.
"What happened?"
"We went out drinking, you imbibed a little too much," Greg explained.
For the moment, Ada looked confused, "We did?" Then she thought back and recalled, "Oh...right,"
Another grown escaped the woman, "Why was I so stupid?" She asked herself.
"No it's my fault, I shouldn't have let you drink like that," Greg said passing the blame onto himself.
"No, I wanted to go with you." Ada excused, not letting Greg take the full brunt of the blame.
Greg laughed a little to himself, "How about we say it's both of our faults?"
Ada found herself smiling as well, "All right.,"
Holding out his arm again, Greg lifted her up and onto her feet. Another wave of pain stroked her skull causing her to wince.
"Let's get you some water alright?" Greg said as he began to lead her into the kitchen.
Ada kept her pace slow for fear of spiking the pain of her hangover. Sooty mewed and brushed past Ada, startling her for a moment. The cat had developed a habit of doing that. When they made it to the kitchen, Greg poured a cold glass of water and set it before Ada. Immediately, Ada took it and took a gulp.
"Small sips," Greg cautioned.
Ada followed and slowed her drinking. "Goodness last night is still such a blur," She remarked.
Greg put his hands together, as Ada looked up, she could tell he was thinking about something, but said nothing.
"Actually you mentioned some pretty peculiar things," Greg noted.
Ada stopped drinking, "I did?"
"Yeah, you mentioned about weasels being annoying and something about owls being wise and pompous."
Ada felt a familiar air hit her. Something about that, it seemed right at home. In a moment she saw images. They blurry and fast, but she could make out some kind of bird and then a mustelid. When the former appeared, she felt some form of companionship, then she felt a spike of annoyance with the latter.
Staring at her glass with a furrowed brow, Ada replied, "I guess I did,"
"Well I have to say it gave me some ideas," Greg replied.
"Ideas?" Ada repeated.
"I mentioned to you I'm trying to write a book right?" Greg asked.
Ada recalled and then nodded, "Yeah, you mentioned it, but you never said anything else about it."
"Well that's the thing," Greg said with a slight sigh, "I know what I want, but not how to get there."
Finishing another sip of water, Ada asked, "Just what is it about though?"
Greg had momentarily looked down at his hands, and then at last looked up, "Animals."
"Animals?"
"An animal story that is. Honestly I've wanted to do one ever since I read Watership Down. I mean a lot of them are pretty popular. Kids, some adults, misanthropes, so I figured it would be an easy thing," Greg admitted.
Then he looked down at his hands again.
"Let me guess? It wasn't so easy?" Ada asked.
"Easier said than done." Greg responded, "I swear every idea has been done. But I know I want each animal to play a role," Then he looked up again, "And well I was thinking of making the owl of the group the smart one, and a weasel character as the comic relief,"
"You should make the owl more of a pompous know it all," Ada suddenly found herself blurting.
Greg paused for a moment, then continued, "That actually might work better, but they could have some pearls of wisdom so to speak,"
"But yes, a weasel should be comic relief, but maybe not too annoying," Ada suggested.
Greg looked to the side and back again, "You have a point. I want a funny character but they shouldn't be too grating,"
"A fox!" Ada suddenly blurted.
Looking to her, Greg asked curiously, "Excuse me?"
"You should have a fox as the lead character," Ada clarified.
"A fox? Why's that?" Greg asked. As soon as he noticed Ada looking sheepish at her answer, "I don't mean it's a bad idea. I'm just curious why a fox of all creatures?"
That alone made Ada think real hard. She didn't understand why she suddenly blurted it all out. All she could recall were feelings, emotions that told her that was the right kind of animal, "I-I-don't know. It just feels right,"
Oh lord don't act ssso nervousss.
Ada flinched as she attempted to banish away the strange feeling that had washed over her.
"Are you alright?" Greg asked.
Ada shook her head, "Yes...I'm fine," And then the feeling was gone.
"Look do you need to lay down?" Greg asked again.
Looking up at him with a smile, Ada responded, "No, I'm fine. Really. Why don't we talk more about your idea?"
And talk they did. For what seemed like hours, Greg and Ada bounced ideas off of one another, all for the growing story idea Greg had. Ada was a plethora of ideas that Greg simply had to jot down. Pretty soon he had a full page, more even! Little notes for here and there, all the more for what he had planned. Greg wrote down the last of the notes and set down the notepad.
"Wow!" Greg exclaimed astonished, "I've never written that much in a long time," Looking up to Ada, he couldn't help by grin, "I can't believe it. I actually have an idea down! And it's all thanks to you!"
Ada smiled, her face blushing.
You'll never live thisss down.
And Ada was completely fine with that. The rest of the day went by in a blur. Ada and Greg talked, and the more they talked, the more they were at peace with one another. And it lasted until dinner.
Greg set down the spoon, the bowl laden with little pools of what remained of the soup. A soup that Ada had made herself.
"Wow! I'm amazed!" Greg announced.
Ada looked pleased with that statement, "Really? You're not just saying that?"
One thing Ada had practiced since her stay at Greg's, was to learn how to cook. There had been several bumps here and there, burned or overcooked food. But as the old saying goes, "Practice makes perfect.". And that applied to Ada.
"I mean it. I haven't had soup this good since...my wife," Greg trailed off.
SSSINUOUSSS!
Ada snapped to attention, "Your wife?"
Greg's face twisted, contorting into pain, "Yes...her name was Rose,"
"You never mentioned her before." Ada said. The look on Greg's face told her all, "She's dead isn't she?"
Greg nodded, "She died a year ago, car accident,"
A tiny gasp escaped Ada, "Oh my gosh! Greg I'm so sorry!"
"It's alright. I just I well. She was the only person I shared any of my ideas with. The only person I could ever really open up to."
"What about Brian?"
A snort of laughter peppered out of Greg, then fell suddenly, "Brian's a good guy, but Rose was my wife. That's different,"
"And when she died you felt as if a part of you died as well." Ada suddenly said.
Curiously, Greg looked up at her, "That's right," For a moment, Greg looked curiously at his house mate, "Ada? Do you remember if you lost someone?"
Ada gave a brisk nod, "I do. Well I remember feelings," So far all she really could remember were emotions, "I remember loving someone very much. I guess maybe he was someone I shared a life with? But then I remember feeling sad. As if someone ripped out my heart." Ada sighed, "I know it probably doesn't make any sense. I mean you actually remember loosing your wife,"
Suddenly, Ada felt a hand upon hers, "Actually I do, more than you realize." The two stared at one another deeply, their gazes never straying from one another.
"Look Ada, I just wanted to say that I'm really glad you came into my life," Greg admitted.
Staring up at her housemate, her companion, her friend, Ada responded, "I'm glad you're in mine Greg."
And for the rest of the night, they spent time together. And they awaited for what the future would bring.
A/N: Alright, just for reference, Greg and his deceased wife are a Steven Universe reference. Also this fic is nearing the second half of it. To be honest I am semi writing by the seat of my pants with this story. I do that sometimes. Still I hope it's enjoyable.