That Day (PG)
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hugh_and_robert and fryandorlaurie
Title: That Day
Author: Dee Laundry
Pairing: implied HL/RSL
Rating: PG
Words: 167
Warnings: death, non-celebrity family member
Disclaimer:Not true, never happened, and I wish it on no one.
When Jo stepped out of the studio-provided limo, the first thing she saw was Robert. (He likes Bobby, Hugh had whispered in her ear, but she couldn’t get away from Robert.) He was standing in front of the hotel, weight on his right foot, shoulders curled. Hugh had always had hangdog down pat, but in front of her Robert was hangdog plus twenty stones on his shoulders and the camel’s straw on top. Poor dear, she thought, you’re not really a doctor – how could you have saved him?
He met her halfway across the sidewalk, and it was mother’s instinct, really, that caused her to pull him into a hug. He smells like Hugh hit her, and the collision left her dizzy. Her lips fell open, the scent filled her mouth, and the words rolled off her tongue without a thought. “Are you wearing Hugh’s shirt?”
Robert—Bobby—stiffened under her arms and let out a strangled gasp. “No.”
Her tears were hot and the world swam.
hugh_and_robert and fryandorlaurieTitle: That Day
Author: Dee Laundry
Pairing: implied HL/RSL
Rating: PG
Words: 167
Warnings: death, non-celebrity family member
Disclaimer:Not true, never happened, and I wish it on no one.
When Jo stepped out of the studio-provided limo, the first thing she saw was Robert. (He likes Bobby, Hugh had whispered in her ear, but she couldn’t get away from Robert.) He was standing in front of the hotel, weight on his right foot, shoulders curled. Hugh had always had hangdog down pat, but in front of her Robert was hangdog plus twenty stones on his shoulders and the camel’s straw on top. Poor dear, she thought, you’re not really a doctor – how could you have saved him?
He met her halfway across the sidewalk, and it was mother’s instinct, really, that caused her to pull him into a hug. He smells like Hugh hit her, and the collision left her dizzy. Her lips fell open, the scent filled her mouth, and the words rolled off her tongue without a thought. “Are you wearing Hugh’s shirt?”
Robert—Bobby—stiffened under her arms and let out a strangled gasp. “No.”
Her tears were hot and the world swam.
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Date: 2006-07-16 06:12 pm (UTC)