Author's note: Hi everyone! Well it's been a while but....as an attempted amends I offer you a Fan Fiction marathon. Yes you read it right, that means a new chapter everyday for 7 days. Possibly this may kill me. I would really appreciate reviews though, your words are the hare that I do hunt. This first chapter is just sort of a warm-up since I haven't written in a while. Don't worry I'll get back to some of the ends I left dangling in the last few chapters --all in good time. Meanwhile this little blurb picks up things same night as the last chapter and includes something very **dear** to my own heart. Uh okay , I'm not going to say what ..I leave that to you to figure out ; )
And as an intro here are odd snippets from the script of Experience is the Teacher ...seriously don't you wish this had made it into the episode! Oh Lily, I love the woman...
"Are you having sex with him?" LILY SAMMLER, ONCE AND AGAIN.
"Rashamon." MR.DIMITRI /GRACE/ LILY (in unison)
"Oh dear God." JAKE
IT ALL RETURNS TO RASHAMON
He thought back to the beginning but there was not a clear point where you could say this was the opening stanza. The first time hearts palpitated. The first chemical reaction. The first step in the journey that would come. The truth. The "aha" moment that made one say with certainty : this was the reason. It was not something that was planned his falling for Grace, it just seemed to be something that was already there. That what was there in the beginning would be there in the end should come as no surprise. A whole life had prepared him for that moment and he hadn't even realized it. The vision of an immaculate conception that neither party really expected, or wanted to do anything with but deny- well that was easier to accept. It allowed the presumption that someone or something else had made it happen- Fate. That other hushed four letter word. Because the thought that the whole purpose of his life was to fulfill a destiny of corrupting youth was a hard pill to swallow. A jagged little pill and he didn't want it to be a self administered prescription. That the purpose of his life was to show the loneliness, unfairness and mistakes that do happen in the world was a frightening concept. The very beauty with which he lived his life, the exacting hard work and excellence that was displayed in his teaching-- only serving to remind that life is incredibly sad. Beauty is sad. Nothing in life is fair, nothing is right and nothing is without reason. With reasoning anything can be possible. It was interesting about Shakespeare and how he seemed to just know. But maybe when you're looking it's easy to see answers in everything and anything. That it is you that make the meanings though unfortunately is less appealing. Not everything means something, only everything that matters to you. Back to Shakespeare and a return to the past. Last fall. The Fall. Falling back to a simpler time before the springing ahead came to quickly snatch an hour away. A last hour he could have spent with Grace. But that was all over now. What's done is done- but really what do you do about it? I hope the answer is something. I hope it matters.
~~Why write she so to me?
Because life, it isn't fair.
~~Well Sheperd , well, this is a letter of your own device.
Now that was interesting. Was it in fact that way...
~~No I protest, Pheobe did write it....
There is always a fall guy. Somewhere to lay blame or disown it safely. That's as most people like it ....
~~I am but a guiltless messenger
Guiltless. We are all innocent to something and sometimes even are believed in that statement. Sometimes it's even true.
~~....the extremity of love
And that is where the multi episodic scene ended- with love. Of love. On love. About Love. It was fun. Fun. But now that the love is there and established as a reality let us take it to a higher level. Let's hear your song.
Dimitri realized the world was waiting for that song. Grace was waiting and Lily impatient in the wings. He couldn't hold them back forever. But he wanted to believe in something. And at this point in life it was convenient to look for relief in the possible. To want to believe in monsters who he knew were only wearing masks. To believe in the potential of monsters to unzip, unclothe and reveal something about us all. Humanity was lovely.
August put down his pen and folded the paper of ridiculous dribble. Why was he even writing this. No one would ever understand it. No one ever did understand his poetry. Almost. He bent and picked it back up, unfolding the paper having a change of heart. It didn't seem right the way it had looked lying there in her waste paper basket. Because any piece of paper bearing the name "Grace" it sort of hurt to discard. But he didn't want anyone to see it so... So. August glanced over to the bed and a sleeping Grace.
August closed the door and started toward the stairs on the landing. Misfortune, fate and foreshadowing of things to come followed the rumpled one at that moment. Hell even animal imagery found its way into the picture by way of the wall mounted picture behind him. It was very Shakespeare. It could also seemed to have been scripted in a bizarre way that allowed for things to happen with style and substance in a brief concise instant of action. He tripped on the edge of a carpet runner and banged his foot. Hard. Very hard on a baseboard Cue the line..
"DAMN-----------"
With ever perfect timing emerged a head behind him. The head looked askance
"Hey" , Dimitri said and closed his eyes in pain. A pucker appeared on his forehead and oddly endeared itself to the person watching. Sometimes even hellos and vocal releases are loaded utterances. The infliction and tone with which they are said can tell the whole story or a really vital part of it. This "Hey" was not a happy "Hey". It as troubled, wounded and pained. It was in fact abrupt and lacking in grace.
"Whatever" said the head with marked strain and it turned around, re-entered its bed room and closed the door.
August slinked back into Grace's room and slowly closed the door. He had needed a place to hide fast after that and he was near enough to her room it just made sense to go back in. He wanted to wake her and tell her of his late night thoughts but decided not too yet. Grace was already awake though when his eyes adjusted to the darkness in her room. She was sitting up in bed and leaned back against the headboard still only half awake.
"What was that all about? What happened--"
"An accident. Involving myself, an apendage and your mother."
"I -- I mean that's some combination."
"I think I broke my toe"
Grace moved the covers back to let him in.
"Can I see?"
"I think you better look, because I'd rather not myself."
She looked down to inspect up close the potential damage. Nothing was broken externally anyway - no broken nails or blood. Possibly slight swelling and expectant subsequent bruising. Grace had an impulsive thought to make it better. He had very charming feet.
"How bad?", August asked.
"Well the verdict is after due consideration ...", Grace paused. "I like them"
Dimitri was captured slightly off guard, "My feet"
"Uh huh", he heard and felt a warm moisture. The dark of the room adding to the moment. And the white snow falling on the window pane outside. The black and the white. She was kissing his toe. Even in his more experimental days this had never come up before. He had a feeling that in recounting this in a poem or to his friends no one would believe him.
And as an intro here are odd snippets from the script of Experience is the Teacher ...seriously don't you wish this had made it into the episode! Oh Lily, I love the woman...
"Are you having sex with him?" LILY SAMMLER, ONCE AND AGAIN.
"Rashamon." MR.DIMITRI /GRACE/ LILY (in unison)
"Oh dear God." JAKE
IT ALL RETURNS TO RASHAMON
He thought back to the beginning but there was not a clear point where you could say this was the opening stanza. The first time hearts palpitated. The first chemical reaction. The first step in the journey that would come. The truth. The "aha" moment that made one say with certainty : this was the reason. It was not something that was planned his falling for Grace, it just seemed to be something that was already there. That what was there in the beginning would be there in the end should come as no surprise. A whole life had prepared him for that moment and he hadn't even realized it. The vision of an immaculate conception that neither party really expected, or wanted to do anything with but deny- well that was easier to accept. It allowed the presumption that someone or something else had made it happen- Fate. That other hushed four letter word. Because the thought that the whole purpose of his life was to fulfill a destiny of corrupting youth was a hard pill to swallow. A jagged little pill and he didn't want it to be a self administered prescription. That the purpose of his life was to show the loneliness, unfairness and mistakes that do happen in the world was a frightening concept. The very beauty with which he lived his life, the exacting hard work and excellence that was displayed in his teaching-- only serving to remind that life is incredibly sad. Beauty is sad. Nothing in life is fair, nothing is right and nothing is without reason. With reasoning anything can be possible. It was interesting about Shakespeare and how he seemed to just know. But maybe when you're looking it's easy to see answers in everything and anything. That it is you that make the meanings though unfortunately is less appealing. Not everything means something, only everything that matters to you. Back to Shakespeare and a return to the past. Last fall. The Fall. Falling back to a simpler time before the springing ahead came to quickly snatch an hour away. A last hour he could have spent with Grace. But that was all over now. What's done is done- but really what do you do about it? I hope the answer is something. I hope it matters.
~~Why write she so to me?
Because life, it isn't fair.
~~Well Sheperd , well, this is a letter of your own device.
Now that was interesting. Was it in fact that way...
~~No I protest, Pheobe did write it....
There is always a fall guy. Somewhere to lay blame or disown it safely. That's as most people like it ....
~~I am but a guiltless messenger
Guiltless. We are all innocent to something and sometimes even are believed in that statement. Sometimes it's even true.
~~....the extremity of love
And that is where the multi episodic scene ended- with love. Of love. On love. About Love. It was fun. Fun. But now that the love is there and established as a reality let us take it to a higher level. Let's hear your song.
Dimitri realized the world was waiting for that song. Grace was waiting and Lily impatient in the wings. He couldn't hold them back forever. But he wanted to believe in something. And at this point in life it was convenient to look for relief in the possible. To want to believe in monsters who he knew were only wearing masks. To believe in the potential of monsters to unzip, unclothe and reveal something about us all. Humanity was lovely.
August put down his pen and folded the paper of ridiculous dribble. Why was he even writing this. No one would ever understand it. No one ever did understand his poetry. Almost. He bent and picked it back up, unfolding the paper having a change of heart. It didn't seem right the way it had looked lying there in her waste paper basket. Because any piece of paper bearing the name "Grace" it sort of hurt to discard. But he didn't want anyone to see it so... So. August glanced over to the bed and a sleeping Grace.
August closed the door and started toward the stairs on the landing. Misfortune, fate and foreshadowing of things to come followed the rumpled one at that moment. Hell even animal imagery found its way into the picture by way of the wall mounted picture behind him. It was very Shakespeare. It could also seemed to have been scripted in a bizarre way that allowed for things to happen with style and substance in a brief concise instant of action. He tripped on the edge of a carpet runner and banged his foot. Hard. Very hard on a baseboard Cue the line..
"DAMN-----------"
With ever perfect timing emerged a head behind him. The head looked askance
"Hey" , Dimitri said and closed his eyes in pain. A pucker appeared on his forehead and oddly endeared itself to the person watching. Sometimes even hellos and vocal releases are loaded utterances. The infliction and tone with which they are said can tell the whole story or a really vital part of it. This "Hey" was not a happy "Hey". It as troubled, wounded and pained. It was in fact abrupt and lacking in grace.
"Whatever" said the head with marked strain and it turned around, re-entered its bed room and closed the door.
August slinked back into Grace's room and slowly closed the door. He had needed a place to hide fast after that and he was near enough to her room it just made sense to go back in. He wanted to wake her and tell her of his late night thoughts but decided not too yet. Grace was already awake though when his eyes adjusted to the darkness in her room. She was sitting up in bed and leaned back against the headboard still only half awake.
"What was that all about? What happened--"
"An accident. Involving myself, an apendage and your mother."
"I -- I mean that's some combination."
"I think I broke my toe"
Grace moved the covers back to let him in.
"Can I see?"
"I think you better look, because I'd rather not myself."
She looked down to inspect up close the potential damage. Nothing was broken externally anyway - no broken nails or blood. Possibly slight swelling and expectant subsequent bruising. Grace had an impulsive thought to make it better. He had very charming feet.
"How bad?", August asked.
"Well the verdict is after due consideration ...", Grace paused. "I like them"
Dimitri was captured slightly off guard, "My feet"
"Uh huh", he heard and felt a warm moisture. The dark of the room adding to the moment. And the white snow falling on the window pane outside. The black and the white. She was kissing his toe. Even in his more experimental days this had never come up before. He had a feeling that in recounting this in a poem or to his friends no one would believe him.