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starsficThis is the eighth story in steering you home, and actually sort of pre-Boston wtf. There will probably be eating in the next one, because this is me and RPM and that's how we go, but then Boston after that? ::ponders:: Like, actual Boston, not post-apocalyptic Boston. I'm getting enough apocalypse from Supernatural fic right now ♥
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He was alone when he woke up. Well, not alone, exactly, but alone in his bed and he couldn't decide how to feel about that. Dillon had totally not been joking when he said he'd sleep with him. Dillon had also listened when Ziggy told him it was a bad idea, so here they... weren't.
When he rolled over, he realized two things. One, Dillon's bed was still occupied, though not by him. Two, no other part of the room appeared to be occupied by Dillon.
Ziggy sat up. He definitely needed to do something about this. Not because Dillon's absence was alarming, but because he would have to answer to Dr. K if he couldn't explain it when she woke up. Really, would it kill the guy to leave a note?
"I assume this is typical behavior."
Of course she was awake. Awake and staring at him. She pushed herself into a sitting position and swung her legs off the bed as he watched. Her bare feet slid out from under the dark comforter and her pajamas were rumpled, but otherwise she didn't look like she'd been sleeping at all.
"The, uh, the disappearing?" Ziggy held up his hands. "Not that he's disappeared, that's not what I mean at all. I'm sure he's around the garage somewhere, because... well, yeah. Totally typical.
"The guy barely sleeps," he added, as she gazed down at the floor. "What do you expect, right?"
"He solved it," she said.
The math stuff Dillon had drawn on the floor? Ziggy followed her gaze, but it looked like a lot of gibberish to him. "Yeah," he said instead. "He usually does."
She kept staring, so he climbed out of bed and tried not to trip on his way to the door. Ziggy knew exactly where to look. The landing was empty and the floor below was dark, but the garage held a shadow shaped unmistakably like the Fury.
If his car was here, Dillon was here.
"Why is he sleeping on his car?" she asked, otherwise silent at his side.
Ziggy looked in the direction of her voice in surprise. It was darker out here than it was in the room, and he had to look again. Was there a Dillon-shaped shadow on top of the car? Why wouldn't he sleep inside it?
"Is he?" Ziggy squinted into the dimness, wondering how good her eyes really were.
"No." Dillon's voice drifted to them across the empty expanse. "Why would I sleep on my car?"
Ziggy shrugged. His voice did sound like it was coming from the car. And there wasn't any creaking or shifting to indicate that he was leaning out the window. "Why would you lie on top of your car if you weren't sleeping?" he called back.
"Because I learned the hard way that it's safer than standing up when I'm testing the garage's voice commands," Dillon said.
"Oh, yeah, the--" Ziggy paused. "Uh, what?"
"Lepus," Dillon said. "Lights."
The garage lights blazed, temporarily blinding Ziggy, and as he flinched back he couldn't help but notice that the person at his side didn't.
"You like rabbits, Doc?" Dillon's voice sounded amused.
Ziggy could feel her step forward, against the railing, and he squinted at her as she leaned over. "How did you figure out the computer's name?" she asked. More curious than annoyed, if he was any judge of intent.
And, as a general rule, he was.
"I've had a lot of time to guess," Dillon replied.
"Yeah," Ziggy said. "The unshakable persistence thing; he does that."
"Danny always did," she remarked. He thought there was a note of fondness hidden under the resignation. It was mostly overridden by the weirdness of the name, though, and he glanced over at her to see if she would explain.
"What?" he prompted, when she only stared.
Movement from the floor made him aware that yes, Dillon was on his car. Sitting on the hood. He'd been leaning back against the windshield but now he was upright, head turned toward them, probably looking up at the landing.
"Oh my god." She didn't move. Her tone didn't even change, but it was a rare day when they heard her swear, and somehow he knew she wasn't talking to him even before she said, "You were my TA."
He was alone when he woke up. Well, not alone, exactly, but alone in his bed and he couldn't decide how to feel about that. Dillon had totally not been joking when he said he'd sleep with him. Dillon had also listened when Ziggy told him it was a bad idea, so here they... weren't.
When he rolled over, he realized two things. One, Dillon's bed was still occupied, though not by him. Two, no other part of the room appeared to be occupied by Dillon.
Ziggy sat up. He definitely needed to do something about this. Not because Dillon's absence was alarming, but because he would have to answer to Dr. K if he couldn't explain it when she woke up. Really, would it kill the guy to leave a note?
"I assume this is typical behavior."
Of course she was awake. Awake and staring at him. She pushed herself into a sitting position and swung her legs off the bed as he watched. Her bare feet slid out from under the dark comforter and her pajamas were rumpled, but otherwise she didn't look like she'd been sleeping at all.
"The, uh, the disappearing?" Ziggy held up his hands. "Not that he's disappeared, that's not what I mean at all. I'm sure he's around the garage somewhere, because... well, yeah. Totally typical.
"The guy barely sleeps," he added, as she gazed down at the floor. "What do you expect, right?"
"He solved it," she said.
The math stuff Dillon had drawn on the floor? Ziggy followed her gaze, but it looked like a lot of gibberish to him. "Yeah," he said instead. "He usually does."
She kept staring, so he climbed out of bed and tried not to trip on his way to the door. Ziggy knew exactly where to look. The landing was empty and the floor below was dark, but the garage held a shadow shaped unmistakably like the Fury.
If his car was here, Dillon was here.
"Why is he sleeping on his car?" she asked, otherwise silent at his side.
Ziggy looked in the direction of her voice in surprise. It was darker out here than it was in the room, and he had to look again. Was there a Dillon-shaped shadow on top of the car? Why wouldn't he sleep inside it?
"Is he?" Ziggy squinted into the dimness, wondering how good her eyes really were.
"No." Dillon's voice drifted to them across the empty expanse. "Why would I sleep on my car?"
Ziggy shrugged. His voice did sound like it was coming from the car. And there wasn't any creaking or shifting to indicate that he was leaning out the window. "Why would you lie on top of your car if you weren't sleeping?" he called back.
"Because I learned the hard way that it's safer than standing up when I'm testing the garage's voice commands," Dillon said.
"Oh, yeah, the--" Ziggy paused. "Uh, what?"
"Lepus," Dillon said. "Lights."
The garage lights blazed, temporarily blinding Ziggy, and as he flinched back he couldn't help but notice that the person at his side didn't.
"You like rabbits, Doc?" Dillon's voice sounded amused.
Ziggy could feel her step forward, against the railing, and he squinted at her as she leaned over. "How did you figure out the computer's name?" she asked. More curious than annoyed, if he was any judge of intent.
And, as a general rule, he was.
"I've had a lot of time to guess," Dillon replied.
"Yeah," Ziggy said. "The unshakable persistence thing; he does that."
"Danny always did," she remarked. He thought there was a note of fondness hidden under the resignation. It was mostly overridden by the weirdness of the name, though, and he glanced over at her to see if she would explain.
"What?" he prompted, when she only stared.
Movement from the floor made him aware that yes, Dillon was on his car. Sitting on the hood. He'd been leaning back against the windshield but now he was upright, head turned toward them, probably looking up at the landing.
"Oh my god." She didn't move. Her tone didn't even change, but it was a rare day when they heard her swear, and somehow he knew she wasn't talking to him even before she said, "You were my TA."
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Date: 2009-10-22 12:55 am (UTC)And, "huh?"
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Date: 2009-10-22 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-22 05:32 am (UTC)Thank you. I so needed that today. :-)
::loves::
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Date: 2009-10-22 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-10-22 04:05 am (UTC)Should I be afraid?
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Date: 2009-10-22 05:34 am (UTC)Ziggy sat up. He definitely needed to do something about this. Not because Dillon's absence was alarming, but because he would have to answer to Dr. K if he couldn't explain it when she woke up. Really, would it kill the guy to leave a note?
Of course he's more freaked out about K's wrath than Dillon being gone. Nobody wants her personal brand of hellfire rained down upon them.
Of course she was awake. Awake and staring at him. She pushed herself into a sitting position and swung her legs off the bed as he watched. Her bare feet slid out from under the dark comforter and her pajamas were rumpled, but otherwise she didn't look like she'd been sleeping at all.
At least she's not like Kim, waking up with a perfect nightgown, perfect hair, and oh yes, PERFECT MAKE-UP! (Who goes to sleep wearing make-up, like, really?)
She kept staring, so he climbed out of bed and tried not to trip on his way to the door. Ziggy knew exactly where to look. The landing was empty and the floor below was dark, but the garage held a shadow shaped unmistakably like the Fury.
If his car was here, Dillon was here.
He is like Dean in that aspect, don't go nowhere without his baby, also, DON'T DRIVE IT ASSFAUCET! (Why can't I remember the lame-ass names they give the cars in that stupid "behind the scenes" episode?)
"No." Dillon's voice drifted to them across the empty expanse. "Why would I sleep on my car?"
Why wouldn't you sleep on your car, huh?
"How did you figure out the computer's name?" she asked. More curious than annoyed, if he was any judge of intent.
It's always fun making K curious rather than annoyed with Dillon, fun tiems.
"Oh my god." She didn't move. Her tone didn't even change, but it was a rare day when they heard her swear, and somehow he knew she wasn't talking to him even before she said, "You were my TA."
*raises eyebrows* TA as in teaching assistant? As in they went to school together? ...huh.
There are times (as in every time they show an episode) when I think you and I could definitely write this show better.
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