TITLE: Admissions ... Lost
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: Through Season Five, episode 5 "The Wrong Man"
SUMMARY: A drabble set, featuring Lily and Kyle. What was I thinking?
FEEDBACK: Yes, please! Directed to alaira238@hotmail.com, or post at ff.net... Feedback makes my day brighter.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the one pairing on the one show I SWORE I would NEVER write for. And yet, here we are. Wrote it somewhat jokingly a month ago, and when I read it again last night I really liked it. So, rather than having it rot on my harddrive, I thought I'd post it, and let it rot on ff.net instead. I apologize for the freakish spacing and formatting. It looks good on Word, but the uploader thing messes with it. The lyrical bit prefacing the drabbles is from Melissa Ferrick's "I Still Love You," which seems to be a good fit, I thought.
DISCLAIMERZ: Lily and Kyle belong to Amy Brenneman, Bill D'Elia, Connie Tavel and a whole slew of other people who Are Not Me. Not Me. As this story is not for profit, and since very few things in my life do net profit, please don't sue. Tis Appreciated.
So I don't know if I can // Be just your friend // Damn you for not trying // And Fuck you for just sitting there smiling //
. . .
Admission
She calls him up one night, after a day that is so excruciating that she keeps picturing his dimpled face, convincing herself that it would all be better if he were closer, there.
They talk about nothing, about work and the friends she isn't making and the friends he doesn't have. They talk about nothing for a surprising amount of time before the voices screaming inside her head muffle his words and she has to let out the thought.
"I miss you, Kyle," she whispers into a telephone to a man she wasn't sure she knew well enough to miss.
. . .
Lost
She is the last person he expects to hear from, after a day in which no particularly bad things happened and the times he thought of her were fleeting and few.
She tells him she misses him, and what he wants to say is that he'll be on the next bus to wherever she is. But he doesn't; instead he fumbles, making noises that might sound like static, mumbling "I'm loosing you Lily," as he hangs up.
Afterwards, he stares at the phone for a long time, wondering if he really lost her, or if he's simply lost without her.
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: Through Season Five, episode 5 "The Wrong Man"
SUMMARY: A drabble set, featuring Lily and Kyle. What was I thinking?
FEEDBACK: Yes, please! Directed to alaira238@hotmail.com, or post at ff.net... Feedback makes my day brighter.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the one pairing on the one show I SWORE I would NEVER write for. And yet, here we are. Wrote it somewhat jokingly a month ago, and when I read it again last night I really liked it. So, rather than having it rot on my harddrive, I thought I'd post it, and let it rot on ff.net instead. I apologize for the freakish spacing and formatting. It looks good on Word, but the uploader thing messes with it. The lyrical bit prefacing the drabbles is from Melissa Ferrick's "I Still Love You," which seems to be a good fit, I thought.
DISCLAIMERZ: Lily and Kyle belong to Amy Brenneman, Bill D'Elia, Connie Tavel and a whole slew of other people who Are Not Me. Not Me. As this story is not for profit, and since very few things in my life do net profit, please don't sue. Tis Appreciated.
So I don't know if I can // Be just your friend // Damn you for not trying // And Fuck you for just sitting there smiling //
. . .
Admission
She calls him up one night, after a day that is so excruciating that she keeps picturing his dimpled face, convincing herself that it would all be better if he were closer, there.
They talk about nothing, about work and the friends she isn't making and the friends he doesn't have. They talk about nothing for a surprising amount of time before the voices screaming inside her head muffle his words and she has to let out the thought.
"I miss you, Kyle," she whispers into a telephone to a man she wasn't sure she knew well enough to miss.
. . .
Lost
She is the last person he expects to hear from, after a day in which no particularly bad things happened and the times he thought of her were fleeting and few.
She tells him she misses him, and what he wants to say is that he'll be on the next bus to wherever she is. But he doesn't; instead he fumbles, making noises that might sound like static, mumbling "I'm loosing you Lily," as he hangs up.
Afterwards, he stares at the phone for a long time, wondering if he really lost her, or if he's simply lost without her.