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ozmissageTitle: In the Company of Dark Things
Character: Walter
Fandom: Fringe
Rating: PG
Words: 465
Disclaimer: Not mine. Walter’s line is a Roald Dahl quote.
Summary: Walter waits out the witching hour.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hondagirll who requested Walter + “midnight hour.” Happy Halloween! <3
The only remnants of Halloween left are the candy wrappers strewn around the living room, the acrid smell of burnt caramel still wafting from the kitchen and Walter sitting on the couch in his witch’s hat as he nurses a stomachache.
Peter is sprawled in the chair by his side, his head lolling to the right as he sleeps. Walter watches him just like he used to when Peter was still a boy and couldn’t protest such things. The television casts flickering shadows across Peter’s face, giving him the illusion of a ghastly glow. It bothers Walter. His son is not a ghost.
Walter adjusts his hat. He really should take it off. The trick or treaters are long gone, surely tucked safely away in their beds at home by now. Perhaps a few are still up with stomachaches of their own. He hopes his caramels weren’t the cause. They were quite sweet, perhaps five cups of sugar was a bit excessive…they were tasty though and sticky enough to lock jaws. No, couldn’t be the caramels.
The clock on the mantle, now exact thanks to Walter’s tinkering, strikes twelve. Midnight.
“And all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves," Walter whispers.
He wonders briefly what the other Walter is doing. If he’s awake, if he’s in his lab creating his own dark things---his own monsters in the world Walter broke. It’s an old habit. Almost a game. It used to amuse him while he was listening to the other patients scream at the institution. What is the other me doing?
No doubt plotting and planning, searching for holes in the increasingly fragile fabric that lies between them. All these years, but still he must be searching. If the roles were reversed Walter knows he would do the same. They would rend time for Peter. But Walter has no doubt that they have entirely different motives. He glances at his son again and realizes he no longer feels any regret. A life without Peter would not have been a life worth living.
He shivers. There must be a draft.
Peter stirs in his sleep and Walter feels a pang of envy. He would like to be asleep. He doesn’t want to be counted among the monsters tonight. Walter gets up from the couch and pushes his hat to one side as he heads to the kitchen, humming “Monster Mash” softly under his breath to calm his nerves. He wonders when he became such a silly old man.
What he needs is another batch of caramels. There’s nothing a perfect caramel can’t cure, not even a stomachache from eating too many caramels.
Walter stands in the dark kitchen stirring his yellow confections and waits for the midnight hour to pass.
Title: The Scarecrows
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Donna/Lee
Rating: PG
Words: 246
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Sometimes it’s as if they’re glaring at her, their strange faces almost accusing. Other times it’s like they’re not there at all.
A/N: Written formoon_blitz who requested Donna/Lee + “scarecrows.” Happy Halloween! <3
There are scarecrows on the hill behind the house, leftover decorations from Halloween that should have been taken down ages ago. Donna can see them every night when she’s doing the washing up. There’s something wrong about them---sometimes it’s as if they’re glaring at her, their strange faces almost accusing. Other times it’s like they’re not there at all. She’ll look out of the corner of her eye and there’ll be nothing there, just the hill, big and empty. That can’t be right though, can’t be…
“You need some help, love?”
Lee wraps his arms around her waist from behind, nestling his face in the crook of her neck. and Donna smiles.
“Too late now, isn’t it? I’m nearly done.”
“Is that real cross or fake cross?”
Donna turns and kisses him soaking him with her sudsy hands in the process.
“What do you think?”
“Faker.”
She laughs, swatting his arm playfully.
“You want to help? Get up stairs and out of those clothes, handsome. I’ll be right behind you.”
Lee winks and gives a mock salute before heading to the stairs. Donna turns back to the sink for the final dish feeling silly for thinking such nonsense about disappearing scarecrows. Silly old things are nothing but rags and straw, can’t even keep away the birds. Course they’re always there.
Donna places the dish in the drainer and heads for the stairs without so much as a glance back at the suddenly empty, desolate hill behind her house.
Character: Walter
Fandom: Fringe
Rating: PG
Words: 465
Disclaimer: Not mine. Walter’s line is a Roald Dahl quote.
Summary: Walter waits out the witching hour.
A/N: Written for
hondagirll who requested Walter + “midnight hour.” Happy Halloween! <3The only remnants of Halloween left are the candy wrappers strewn around the living room, the acrid smell of burnt caramel still wafting from the kitchen and Walter sitting on the couch in his witch’s hat as he nurses a stomachache.
Peter is sprawled in the chair by his side, his head lolling to the right as he sleeps. Walter watches him just like he used to when Peter was still a boy and couldn’t protest such things. The television casts flickering shadows across Peter’s face, giving him the illusion of a ghastly glow. It bothers Walter. His son is not a ghost.
Walter adjusts his hat. He really should take it off. The trick or treaters are long gone, surely tucked safely away in their beds at home by now. Perhaps a few are still up with stomachaches of their own. He hopes his caramels weren’t the cause. They were quite sweet, perhaps five cups of sugar was a bit excessive…they were tasty though and sticky enough to lock jaws. No, couldn’t be the caramels.
The clock on the mantle, now exact thanks to Walter’s tinkering, strikes twelve. Midnight.
“And all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves," Walter whispers.
He wonders briefly what the other Walter is doing. If he’s awake, if he’s in his lab creating his own dark things---his own monsters in the world Walter broke. It’s an old habit. Almost a game. It used to amuse him while he was listening to the other patients scream at the institution. What is the other me doing?
No doubt plotting and planning, searching for holes in the increasingly fragile fabric that lies between them. All these years, but still he must be searching. If the roles were reversed Walter knows he would do the same. They would rend time for Peter. But Walter has no doubt that they have entirely different motives. He glances at his son again and realizes he no longer feels any regret. A life without Peter would not have been a life worth living.
He shivers. There must be a draft.
Peter stirs in his sleep and Walter feels a pang of envy. He would like to be asleep. He doesn’t want to be counted among the monsters tonight. Walter gets up from the couch and pushes his hat to one side as he heads to the kitchen, humming “Monster Mash” softly under his breath to calm his nerves. He wonders when he became such a silly old man.
What he needs is another batch of caramels. There’s nothing a perfect caramel can’t cure, not even a stomachache from eating too many caramels.
Walter stands in the dark kitchen stirring his yellow confections and waits for the midnight hour to pass.
Title: The Scarecrows
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Donna/Lee
Rating: PG
Words: 246
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Sometimes it’s as if they’re glaring at her, their strange faces almost accusing. Other times it’s like they’re not there at all.
A/N: Written for
moon_blitz who requested Donna/Lee + “scarecrows.” Happy Halloween! <3There are scarecrows on the hill behind the house, leftover decorations from Halloween that should have been taken down ages ago. Donna can see them every night when she’s doing the washing up. There’s something wrong about them---sometimes it’s as if they’re glaring at her, their strange faces almost accusing. Other times it’s like they’re not there at all. She’ll look out of the corner of her eye and there’ll be nothing there, just the hill, big and empty. That can’t be right though, can’t be…
“You need some help, love?”
Lee wraps his arms around her waist from behind, nestling his face in the crook of her neck. and Donna smiles.
“Too late now, isn’t it? I’m nearly done.”
“Is that real cross or fake cross?”
Donna turns and kisses him soaking him with her sudsy hands in the process.
“What do you think?”
“Faker.”
She laughs, swatting his arm playfully.
“You want to help? Get up stairs and out of those clothes, handsome. I’ll be right behind you.”
Lee winks and gives a mock salute before heading to the stairs. Donna turns back to the sink for the final dish feeling silly for thinking such nonsense about disappearing scarecrows. Silly old things are nothing but rags and straw, can’t even keep away the birds. Course they’re always there.
Donna places the dish in the drainer and heads for the stairs without so much as a glance back at the suddenly empty, desolate hill behind her house.
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Date: 10/27/10 05:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 10/27/10 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 10/28/10 03:25 am (UTC)Walter gets up from the couch and pushes his hat to one side as he heads to the kitchen, humming “Monster Mash” softly under his breath to calm his nerves
I can totally see that play out in my head and it is just GORGEOUS. Thank you so much for writing this and as a side note, yay for posting it with your Donnna/Lee drabble. I love anything involving that woman ♥!
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Date: 10/29/10 03:34 am (UTC)And thank you! Donna is so much fun. <3