Title: Tastes of Home
Writer: Azure K Mello
Warnings: slash, angst, original male character.
Part:2
Distribution: ask me.
Rated: R
Spoilers: through to "Blind Faith"
"Why the fuck are you here?" asked Ephram as they wandered into the woods.
"I needed to see you."
"I finally got over all of your trauma and then here you are. I got to a point wherein I *wasn't* envious of road kill. Suddenly you just decided out of the blue to look me up?"
"Eff, don't be like that."
Sighing heavily Ephram said, "I need to call Madison, Delia's babysitter."
"Kidtastic has a sitter?"
"My father's gone fatherly," he said with a shrug.
"What's up with you being the good son? No smoking in public, calling when your late. Where is my Ephram and what have you done with him?"
"Your Ephram is dead."
"Dramatic much?"
"I have to call Madison." Ephram turned as he punched his number into his rarely used cell phone. "Hi."
"Ephram?" she sounded confused.
"I'm going to be late. An old friend from the city turned up."
"Would he like to come to dinner?"
"I highly doubt he'll be staying that long."
"Well I'll cook enough so he's more than welcome."
"Thanks, oh and would you tell Delia that Jackson said hello." He shot a dirty look at Jackson. "Goodbye, Madison," he said and hung up.
"That's cute, Ephram."
"She still loves you. She missed you like mad when we got here."
Jackson swallowed hard. He hadn't wanted this to be difficult. The scene had played out so many times in his mind. He would grovel and Ephram would forgive. "I'm sorry I never wrote back. I was afraid to fuck things up more and then it got to a point where I felt it would be weird for me to just start writing and then you stopped."
"I wrote 63 letters before I gave up, I felt like such a fool. But I could only run into a brick wall so many times before giving up." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So who's Jackson?" asked Madison as she got pipe cleaners down from the shelf for Delia to make bugs with for school.
"Who?"
"Ephram said to tell you Jackson said hello."
"Jackson Fairweather?"
"Do you know any other Jacksons?"
"He lives in New York."
"Ephram said that a friend from New York."
"He's not a friend." Delia said knowingly.
"What does that mean?"
"You can't tell Ephram I told you."
"Ok."
"You have to pinky swear. He would kill me if he knew I told you."
"I swear."
"Jackson. . . was Ephram's boyfriend. But they broke up. Very badly."
"Oh."
"You're not a bigot. Are you?" she asked using a word she hadn't even heard since they left the city.
"No, I'm just a little surprised is all."
"Ephram isn't moody because he hates Dad, or the town, or because Mom died. He's just moody. When Jackson was with him he was happy. And then Mom died, and Jackson and he weren't together, and Dad brought us here, and Ephram was moody again. I used to like Jackson, he was fun and he made Ephram happy. But now I don't." She scowled.
"He might be coming to dinner. And if he is you should be nice to him if only for Ephram's sake."
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"So why are we here?" asked Ephram as he sat on a fallen log and lit a cigarette from the pack. "What do you want from me?" Jackson leaned down and Ephram pushed him away harshly. "If you kiss me I will hit you so hard you will go back to New York bleeding."
"You still hate me." Jackson nodded and stepped back, "That's fair. But since when did you do things simply because they were justified. You were forgiveness."
"Things change."
"Yeah, I guess they do."
"I don't hate you."
"You don't?"
"Maybe it makes me a total fucking moron. I never hated you. Even when you were jumping up and down on my heart I still loved you. And I thought with all this time that if you came back I would have not cared. That I could stand by you without needing to touch you."
"I never wanted to hurt you."
Ephram looked up as tears fell down his face. He took a pull and then said, "I believe you. Which makes you even more pathetic than if you had been trying to rip me to pieces."
"I'm so sorry."
"I never got you. Did you just want "the great Ephram Brown"? Was that it? Was it conquest of the popular kid? To prove you could do it?"
"You know it wasn't anything like that!"
"No, your right you stuck around long enough to make me so amazingly happy. I never realized life could not suck until you dragged me into the light with you. But the minute I wasn't happy anymore you dropped me. Like a hot fucking stone. Dating tip: don't dump someone two weeks after their mom dies it's tacky!"
Writer: Azure K Mello
Warnings: slash, angst, original male character.
Part:2
Distribution: ask me.
Rated: R
Spoilers: through to "Blind Faith"
"Why the fuck are you here?" asked Ephram as they wandered into the woods.
"I needed to see you."
"I finally got over all of your trauma and then here you are. I got to a point wherein I *wasn't* envious of road kill. Suddenly you just decided out of the blue to look me up?"
"Eff, don't be like that."
Sighing heavily Ephram said, "I need to call Madison, Delia's babysitter."
"Kidtastic has a sitter?"
"My father's gone fatherly," he said with a shrug.
"What's up with you being the good son? No smoking in public, calling when your late. Where is my Ephram and what have you done with him?"
"Your Ephram is dead."
"Dramatic much?"
"I have to call Madison." Ephram turned as he punched his number into his rarely used cell phone. "Hi."
"Ephram?" she sounded confused.
"I'm going to be late. An old friend from the city turned up."
"Would he like to come to dinner?"
"I highly doubt he'll be staying that long."
"Well I'll cook enough so he's more than welcome."
"Thanks, oh and would you tell Delia that Jackson said hello." He shot a dirty look at Jackson. "Goodbye, Madison," he said and hung up.
"That's cute, Ephram."
"She still loves you. She missed you like mad when we got here."
Jackson swallowed hard. He hadn't wanted this to be difficult. The scene had played out so many times in his mind. He would grovel and Ephram would forgive. "I'm sorry I never wrote back. I was afraid to fuck things up more and then it got to a point where I felt it would be weird for me to just start writing and then you stopped."
"I wrote 63 letters before I gave up, I felt like such a fool. But I could only run into a brick wall so many times before giving up." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So who's Jackson?" asked Madison as she got pipe cleaners down from the shelf for Delia to make bugs with for school.
"Who?"
"Ephram said to tell you Jackson said hello."
"Jackson Fairweather?"
"Do you know any other Jacksons?"
"He lives in New York."
"Ephram said that a friend from New York."
"He's not a friend." Delia said knowingly.
"What does that mean?"
"You can't tell Ephram I told you."
"Ok."
"You have to pinky swear. He would kill me if he knew I told you."
"I swear."
"Jackson. . . was Ephram's boyfriend. But they broke up. Very badly."
"Oh."
"You're not a bigot. Are you?" she asked using a word she hadn't even heard since they left the city.
"No, I'm just a little surprised is all."
"Ephram isn't moody because he hates Dad, or the town, or because Mom died. He's just moody. When Jackson was with him he was happy. And then Mom died, and Jackson and he weren't together, and Dad brought us here, and Ephram was moody again. I used to like Jackson, he was fun and he made Ephram happy. But now I don't." She scowled.
"He might be coming to dinner. And if he is you should be nice to him if only for Ephram's sake."
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"So why are we here?" asked Ephram as he sat on a fallen log and lit a cigarette from the pack. "What do you want from me?" Jackson leaned down and Ephram pushed him away harshly. "If you kiss me I will hit you so hard you will go back to New York bleeding."
"You still hate me." Jackson nodded and stepped back, "That's fair. But since when did you do things simply because they were justified. You were forgiveness."
"Things change."
"Yeah, I guess they do."
"I don't hate you."
"You don't?"
"Maybe it makes me a total fucking moron. I never hated you. Even when you were jumping up and down on my heart I still loved you. And I thought with all this time that if you came back I would have not cared. That I could stand by you without needing to touch you."
"I never wanted to hurt you."
Ephram looked up as tears fell down his face. He took a pull and then said, "I believe you. Which makes you even more pathetic than if you had been trying to rip me to pieces."
"I'm so sorry."
"I never got you. Did you just want "the great Ephram Brown"? Was that it? Was it conquest of the popular kid? To prove you could do it?"
"You know it wasn't anything like that!"
"No, your right you stuck around long enough to make me so amazingly happy. I never realized life could not suck until you dragged me into the light with you. But the minute I wasn't happy anymore you dropped me. Like a hot fucking stone. Dating tip: don't dump someone two weeks after their mom dies it's tacky!"
