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Broken Silence

Title: Broken Silence
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Retreating from your fears doesn't make them go away.
Pairing: Bobby/John
Warnings: Character death (again)

AN: I feel much more comfortable with smaller fics than I do with big ones. It gives me a bit more freedom to play with the characters I think.

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He stopped the car’s engine and pulled the keys out of the ignition. He sat motionless for a minute seemingly going through some details in his mind, then nodded to no one in particular, grabbed his jacket from the passage seat and stepped out. He felt as if he had just walked in an oven and so he opened the door to the passenger seat and grabbed a pair of sunglasses out of the glove compartment.
He shut the door behind him and as he walked towards the building entrance he pressed the button on his car key. The Mercedes gave a small beep and locked its doors.

“It’s days like this when I curse the fact that black’s my favorite color,” Piotr said as he pushed the revolving door and entered into the building.

He walked down the long corridor he learned to know so well during the last couple of years. He took a left and headed towards the main entrance, where the nurse booth was. He hated coming in through the front door. Maybe it was a silly superstition; maybe it was the reason for which he had first used that particular door; maybe it was habit. Who knew? And most importantly, who cared?

“Hey there Peter,” a brown haired girl asked him as he approached the booth.

“Hey Carla. How’s it going?”

The girl shrugged and wrote something down on the chart she was holding.

“Same old, same old, you know. This isn’t the place of exciting happenings. If you want that you should go to Saint Michael’s. They have the runaway homicidal patients, not us. And we tend to like it like this.”

“You like yours quiet and bedridden, don’t you?”

The girl named Carla looked up at him and frowned, not figuring out if what he had just said was to be taken as an insult or not. She waved her pencil at him in a mock threatening way.

“Don’t you start putting words in my mouth mister! I said no such thing. I just said that we’re an uneventful community. You now I love him just as much as you do and would like nothing more than to see him up and running again.”

“How is he by the way?” he asked in a conversational manner, that was a bit strained, truth be told.

Carla wrote down a few more words and put the chart down on the desk, together with the pencil. She looked at Piotr and sighted. It wasn’t sadness, just exhaustion.

“He’s doing well, actually. We had a nice long walk in the forest this morning and I told him about the wild horses in the South West, you know, the mustangs. I think he enjoyed it. He seems like he’s good around animals,” she trailed of, lost in thought.

When
Piotr cleared his throat loudly and she snapped out of her daze and smiled at him.

“Should we go see him now?”

“Yes, please.”

She nodded and led Gustav to the stairs, which were right to their left.

“You should really try and convince the management to put in an elevator here or something. The stairs are nice enough, but it takes a hell of a long time to get to where you want to go.”

“Not everyone around here is in as much of a hurry as you are Gustav,” Carla said to him continuing to climb the stairs at an alert rhythm.

“Since when did 21 year olds get so smartass on me?”

Carla giggled and shrugged.

“You’re old. I’m young. Did you forget that it’s compulsory for young people to be smartasses towards the older generation?”

“38 years isn’t old,” the Russian scoffed in an amusing sort of way. She always liked to call him old and even though he knew he wasn’t, he still couldn’t take the whole thing lightly.

“It is if you’re 21,” she replied cheekily, running up the last couple of stairs, knowing full well that
Piotr would try and trip her if she wasn’t careful. It wasn’t flirting, she kept telling herself over and over again every day. Piotr was a married man with 2 kids to look out for. Lovely, smart, wonderful kids, but another woman’s kids nonetheless.

She looked behind her, waiting for the ‘old man’ to catch up and when he did she just stuck his tongue out to him.

“The maturity of that gesture is simply bewildering, don’t you think?”

“I know,” she murmured, blushing a bit under his intense gaze. “Shall we go on with out tour?”

“Carla, I’ve been here so many times that I’m even familiar with the spiders lurking just outside the windows.”

Carla looked scarred at the glass in front of her and pulled away from it a bit, closing the distance between her and
Piotr. The mutant grabbed her by the arm and amusedly took her away from the evil creatures that might pounce on her any minute.
Her heart beat increased and as she looked at him she felt a strong blush creep up in her cheeks.

"
Piotr what are you doing?”

“I’m saving you from your arachnophobia before you go into a seizure. This is a mental facility after all. I’m not sure that anyone here would be qualified to give you mouth to mouth if you have a panic attack.”

Carla pulled her hand away from the man and huffed.

“You don’t give mouth to mouth during a panic attack and I’m more than capable of controlling my phobias, thank you very much.”

Piotr laughed at her comment and walked away, leaving her flushed and breathing deeply. It wasn’t flirting. She just had to remember that. Piotr was an honest family man. Piotr didn’t flirt. Piotr was off limits. Piotr. . . was hot.

“Damn hormones,” she whispered and ran to catch up with him. She thought that adolescence was over.

She was walking a few feet behind him when she saw him stop and look outside the window to the lush forest below.

“This global warming stuff really freaks me out sometimes. 34 degrees in the middle of September is just plain sick. I don’t think these trees are shedding because they want to. I think they’re shedding because their leaves are all burnt down.”

“It’s not that hot really,” Carla said looking at the thermostat on the wall right next to them. “It’s hotter in the city.”

“Yeah, we’re just buying our time till we roast to a cinder.”

“Well you are wearing black… And you have a leather jacket on you. Why don’t you try some other colors? Maybe lose the jacket.”

“I always said naked was the way to go,” he said jokingly, not realizing what his words did on the young girl. “But social standards need to be respected, so, sadly, I’ll just have to remain clothed a little bit longer.”

“I didn’t say you should take you clothes off,” she said, starting to walk away from him, counting the number of steps she had to take before he would follow her. “I just suggested you wear lighter colors.”

“You have to wear white as part of your uniform,” he said, motioning towards her white nurse outfit. “I have to wear black as part of mine. You know, keep up with the tough rocker image.”

She shook hear head in dismay and stopped in front of the 12th room on the floor. “I took the liberty of sharing some of my books with him. I’m not really sure he read them, but at least I can say I tried.”

“Thanks a lot Carla. You’re a real help, compared to that Judith bitch he had 3 years ago. I swear that woman wanted to kill him more than make him better.”

Carla smiled and excused herself. “If you need anything, I’m downstairs, as always.”

“Yeah, thanks dear. I’ll probably wait for Marie to come and we’ll all go out for a walk around the grounds,” he said pushing the door open and leaving Carla alone in the hallway.

The room was lit up by the bright midday sun, but the temperature was at a bearable 21 degrees Celsius. He hanged his jacket on the back of the door and sat down on the bed, near his friend.

Apparently he was looking through one of the books that Carla must have brought him, his eyes focusing on the paper rather then on the words.

“Good book you’re reading there?”
Piotr asked, his voice snapping the man out of the daydream he was in. A pair of blue eyes looked kindly at him and he smiled. “Hey there, Bobby…”

AN:
Liked it? Hate it? Tell me! I figure it's going to be about 3 chapters... 4 tops.

Comments

( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
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barra_arisa
May. 12th, 2008 07:04 pm (UTC)
Are you sure it's John? >:D I've still got two chapters to go, I can tell you he'll be in the next chapter physically talking and walking around.
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barra_arisa
May. 15th, 2008 10:12 am (UTC)
*giggles* Just read it and tell me what you think.
openedbook
May. 12th, 2008 06:59 pm (UTC)
Sorry sweetie, but I don't really understand what happened. *prepares to be hit*
barra_arisa
May. 12th, 2008 07:03 pm (UTC)
I don't really expect you to get what's going on. All you need to understand right now is that Bobby is in a mental ward and Piotr has gone to see him.
(Anonymous)
Apr. 16th, 2010 05:29 am (UTC)
This is amazing: you actually forgot to take Anchy's names out. She nodded and led Gustav to the stairs, which were right to their left.

“You should really try and convince the management to put in an elevator here or something. The stairs are nice enough, but it takes a hell of a long time to get to where you want to go.”

“Not everyone around here is in as much of a hurry as you are Gustav,” Carla said to him continuing to climb the stairs at an alert rhythm.


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