Fic: Unwell, Fic: Speed, Fic: Vision
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csi_sanders1129Title: Unwell.
Chapters: 1/1
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
csi_sanders1129
Genre: Drabble-ish. Angst.
Ratings: K+
Word Count: ~300
Pairings/Characters: Speed/Eric.
Synopsis: Eric's not sure what to make of Cooper's stunt anymore.
Comments: I wrote this back when 'Bang Bang, Your Debt' aired and never got around to typing it up for some reason. It's short, and pretty boring, but I thouht I'd post it anyway. Not mine. Spoilers for BBYD, obviously. Enjoy!
He knows Speed is dead. That his best friend and lover’s corpse is slowly decomposing six feet below him. That he is not, in fact, walking around Miami using his credit card or helping Eric solve cases.
He knows.
So why is it so painful for him when they find Cooper there with the CSI’s credit card stashed in his wallet?
No one got hurt, right? He hears the lab rat say to Calleigh. And he should be right, but Eric’s heart is shattering all over again. Just like it did that day.
He let himself believe, because he wanted to so much for it to be true. For Speed to have survived the shootout at the jewelry store somehow and gotten roped into some federal undercover job or something.
But, he didn’t. Alex performed the autopsy. They watched his casket get lowered into the ground. The folded up flag get handed off to Speed’s family. Watched the casket get covered in dirt. He was gone.
But, Cooper’s stunt didn’t explain everything.
How could he have known about the beer bong, or the bullet’s trajectory? Surely, the illusion his injured brain concocted couldn’t have known that anymore than he did, could it?
He’s still seeing Speed, too, but he’s not stupid enough to tell anyone else that. All that will get him is a trip to the Department shrink and a search for a new job. But, sometimes, when he’s out working scenes, he’ll see the man out of the corner of his eye, like a figment of his imagination, and he’ll have an easier time of remembering crime scene procedure.
All in all, the brain damage he has is probably to blame, but so what if it means he gets to see his Speed?
Title: Speed
Chapters: 1/1
Author:csi_sanders1129
Genre: Drabble-ish. Angst.
Ratings: T - for a bit of language.
Word Count: ~300
Pairings/Characters: Speed/Eric.
Synopsis: Eric needs to escape the world around him for a while.
Comments: I wrte this around when I saw Lost Son for the first time and posted it over at FF.net but for some reason not here. Partailly inspired by Montgomery Gentry's song 'Speed'. Ugh... not mine. Enjoy!
Speed
After the death of his best friend, Eric changed.
For one, he gave up on finding true love, because the one time he’d ever actually really loved anyone, and had that person love him back, they’d been taken from him in a cruel twist of fate. So, he gave up on dates and settled for sex. ‘I don't believe in love, I believe in fucking. It's honest, it's efficient - you get in and out with a maximum of pleasure and a minimum of bullshit.’ The proverbial Brian Kinney of Miami.
He’d gone through more one-night stands than he could count before he finally realized what was happening to him, around the same time that one of his many conquests lifted his badge. He knew he had to stop this nonsense. Speed wouldn’t want him acting like this…
So, he went home, packed a few days worth of clothing, as light as possible, called out of work, and headed to the garage, where one of his last memories of Speed was waiting for him.
The banana yellow Ducati 749 sat dormant under a sheet in the corner of the room. Untouched since the death of it’s previous owner. Until now.
Eric, having been forced to learn how to ride the contraption, took a page from Speed’s book and just drove. Didn’t care where, just as long as it was somewhere, he drove. He knew why Speed loved his bike so much, because he could feel like he was flying, and after everything they saw and went through with their jobs, it was nice to feel that freedom sometimes.
And he could swear sometimes he could feel the other man flying with him.
Title: Vision
Chapters: 1/1
Author:csi_sanders1129
Genre: Angst. Romance.
Ratings: T
Word Count: ~1000
Pairings/Characters: Eric/Ryan. Mentions of Speed/Eric.
Synopsis: Eric takes care of Ryan after finding out he could lose his vision.
Comments: Set after Ryan gets into the accident in 'Fade Out'. Mentions of 'Nailed' and 'Lost Son'. Ugh... this one's been posted on ff.net but not here for some reason. Enjoy!
Eric spotted his friend seated at the bar, his head resting on his crossed arms. “Hey, Wolfe,” He called, sliding into place on the stool beside him. “You alight?”
“Yeah.” Ryan mumbled, not even acknowledging the older man’s presence. “Just fine.”
“How long have you been here, man?”
Three empty beer bottles sat before the rookie C.S.I. “A while.”
“I heard you were in a car accident today.” Eric’s hand fell to rest on the other’s shoulder, trying to figure out where he stood with him. “You weren’t hurt, were you?” As far as he could see Ryan didn’t appear injured, but there was always his eye…
As if reading his mind, Ryan looked up. “I’m... loosing my vision.”
“I thought you were on more antibiotics? Alexx prescribed you some, didn’t she?” Concern laced his voice; he still blamed himself for what had happened, it was supposed to be his crime scene after all..
“The accident today… H’ sent me to the doctor. She said I have an infection that the meds I was on weren’t effecting. If these new ones don’t work, the next option’s surgery. And if that fails… I’m screwed, Eric.”
He pulled the other man out of his seat. “Let me take you home. You shouldn’t be drinking with your pills.”
Ryan tried to pull himself away, only succeeding in stumbling over his own feet and, and had Eric not been supporting him, he would have fallen to the ground. “I don’t want to go home.”
“Fine. Your crashing on my couch, then.” He was forced to physically drag his friend out of the bar, leading him to the passengers seat, suddenly overtaken by a feeling of déjà vu. Aside from the lack of a nail embedded in Ryan’s right eye, he’d basically just reenacted the moments when he’d found him at that crime scene.
They sat in absolute silence for several minutes as Eric drove them back to his condo. But, the lack of noise was getting to the younger man. “I don’t wanna lose my job, Eric. I just got here…”
“Hey, don’t stress yourself out. That’s not something you need on your shoulders right now. You need to focus on getting better.” Eric reminded him.
“I… I can’t help it! I’m used to planning things out, and I can’t do that with my eye like this. I hate all this. I wish… I just wish I could re-do that whole freaking day.” His leaned his head against the window, staring out into the Miami night.
The rest of the ride was met with companionable silence as they arrived at Eric’s home, the younger C.S.I following him inside.
“Thanks for letting me crash here.”
Eric shrugged, dropping his keys on the table by the door. “No problem. I don’t think anyone from the lab has stayed here since…”
Ryan’s eyes flickered up to meet the others. “Since Speedle?”
“Yeah…”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s been two years.”
The younger took a seat on the couch, Eric flopping himself down in the chair next to it. “That doesn’t make loosing someone you're close to any easier.”
“No one gets it. Speed and I… we were… together.” Eric admitted the truth that had been weighing on his mind since his lover’s death. “Not even H knew.”
“I never would have guessed,” Ryan replied, honestly stunned. He knew the two had been close, Eric had despised him for some time simply because he was taking Speedle’s place. It wasn’t really fair to him to be blamed for accepting the job Horatio had offered. He’d had no intention of trying to replace the CSI, he’d just wanted to do his job. At least now he understood why.
“Look, Ryan, I’m sorry about the way I acted when you first got here. I was a total jackass. And, even given the fact that Speed was mine, it didn’t give me the right to treat you the way I did.” He shrugged, that apology was long overdue.
The younger man shook his head. “It’s over. We’re friends now, right? That’s what matters. You guys didn’t really have a lot of time before H threw me into the mix.”
“But, still… it wasn’t until all this,” Ryan knew without it being said that ‘this’ was referring to his eye. “Until all this that we even became friends. And it shouldn’t have taken that long.”
Ryan shrugged in acceptance of the apology, his hand falling to rest on the elder CSI’s knee. “We’re cool, Delko. Don’t worry about it.”
Eric clapped him on the back. “I’ll go get you a blanket and a spare pillow so you can crash, okay?” And he was out of the room before the younger man could respond.
“Mm…” He fell back onto the comfortable couch suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion. He was out by the time the other returned.
“He must’ve been really out of it.” Eric shook his head at the figure sleeping quietly in front of him. He draped the blanket over the still frame and managed to get the pillow under his head without waking him, also tugging off the man’s shoes.
“Nnng.” Ryan groaned, burrowing further into the comfort of the covers.
Eric guessed that was a sleep obscured ‘goodnight’ and let out a soft laugh. “Good night to you, too, Wolfe.” He rolled his eyes, watching his friend for a moment before heading to his own room to get some sleep.
And, yeah, it was weird to have someone staying there again, Eric thought, as he tugged his shirt over his head, but at least it was someone he cared about again. No one could ever take Speed’s place, but Ryan was helping to get him back to normal again.
And in the end, that was all that counted.
Chapters: 1/1
Author:
csi_sanders1129 Genre: Drabble-ish. Angst.
Ratings: K+
Word Count: ~300
Pairings/Characters: Speed/Eric.
Synopsis: Eric's not sure what to make of Cooper's stunt anymore.
Comments: I wrote this back when 'Bang Bang, Your Debt' aired and never got around to typing it up for some reason. It's short, and pretty boring, but I thouht I'd post it anyway. Not mine. Spoilers for BBYD, obviously. Enjoy!
He knows Speed is dead. That his best friend and lover’s corpse is slowly decomposing six feet below him. That he is not, in fact, walking around Miami using his credit card or helping Eric solve cases.
He knows.
So why is it so painful for him when they find Cooper there with the CSI’s credit card stashed in his wallet?
No one got hurt, right? He hears the lab rat say to Calleigh. And he should be right, but Eric’s heart is shattering all over again. Just like it did that day.
He let himself believe, because he wanted to so much for it to be true. For Speed to have survived the shootout at the jewelry store somehow and gotten roped into some federal undercover job or something.
But, he didn’t. Alex performed the autopsy. They watched his casket get lowered into the ground. The folded up flag get handed off to Speed’s family. Watched the casket get covered in dirt. He was gone.
But, Cooper’s stunt didn’t explain everything.
How could he have known about the beer bong, or the bullet’s trajectory? Surely, the illusion his injured brain concocted couldn’t have known that anymore than he did, could it?
He’s still seeing Speed, too, but he’s not stupid enough to tell anyone else that. All that will get him is a trip to the Department shrink and a search for a new job. But, sometimes, when he’s out working scenes, he’ll see the man out of the corner of his eye, like a figment of his imagination, and he’ll have an easier time of remembering crime scene procedure.
All in all, the brain damage he has is probably to blame, but so what if it means he gets to see his Speed?
Title: Speed
Chapters: 1/1
Author:
csi_sanders1129 Genre: Drabble-ish. Angst.
Ratings: T - for a bit of language.
Word Count: ~300
Pairings/Characters: Speed/Eric.
Synopsis: Eric needs to escape the world around him for a while.
Comments: I wrte this around when I saw Lost Son for the first time and posted it over at FF.net but for some reason not here. Partailly inspired by Montgomery Gentry's song 'Speed'. Ugh... not mine. Enjoy!
Speed
After the death of his best friend, Eric changed.
For one, he gave up on finding true love, because the one time he’d ever actually really loved anyone, and had that person love him back, they’d been taken from him in a cruel twist of fate. So, he gave up on dates and settled for sex. ‘I don't believe in love, I believe in fucking. It's honest, it's efficient - you get in and out with a maximum of pleasure and a minimum of bullshit.’ The proverbial Brian Kinney of Miami.
He’d gone through more one-night stands than he could count before he finally realized what was happening to him, around the same time that one of his many conquests lifted his badge. He knew he had to stop this nonsense. Speed wouldn’t want him acting like this…
So, he went home, packed a few days worth of clothing, as light as possible, called out of work, and headed to the garage, where one of his last memories of Speed was waiting for him.
The banana yellow Ducati 749 sat dormant under a sheet in the corner of the room. Untouched since the death of it’s previous owner. Until now.
Eric, having been forced to learn how to ride the contraption, took a page from Speed’s book and just drove. Didn’t care where, just as long as it was somewhere, he drove. He knew why Speed loved his bike so much, because he could feel like he was flying, and after everything they saw and went through with their jobs, it was nice to feel that freedom sometimes.
And he could swear sometimes he could feel the other man flying with him.
Title: Vision
Chapters: 1/1
Author:
csi_sanders1129 Genre: Angst. Romance.
Ratings: T
Word Count: ~1000
Pairings/Characters: Eric/Ryan. Mentions of Speed/Eric.
Synopsis: Eric takes care of Ryan after finding out he could lose his vision.
Comments: Set after Ryan gets into the accident in 'Fade Out'. Mentions of 'Nailed' and 'Lost Son'. Ugh... this one's been posted on ff.net but not here for some reason. Enjoy!
Eric spotted his friend seated at the bar, his head resting on his crossed arms. “Hey, Wolfe,” He called, sliding into place on the stool beside him. “You alight?”
“Yeah.” Ryan mumbled, not even acknowledging the older man’s presence. “Just fine.”
“How long have you been here, man?”
Three empty beer bottles sat before the rookie C.S.I. “A while.”
“I heard you were in a car accident today.” Eric’s hand fell to rest on the other’s shoulder, trying to figure out where he stood with him. “You weren’t hurt, were you?” As far as he could see Ryan didn’t appear injured, but there was always his eye…
As if reading his mind, Ryan looked up. “I’m... loosing my vision.”
“I thought you were on more antibiotics? Alexx prescribed you some, didn’t she?” Concern laced his voice; he still blamed himself for what had happened, it was supposed to be his crime scene after all..
“The accident today… H’ sent me to the doctor. She said I have an infection that the meds I was on weren’t effecting. If these new ones don’t work, the next option’s surgery. And if that fails… I’m screwed, Eric.”
He pulled the other man out of his seat. “Let me take you home. You shouldn’t be drinking with your pills.”
Ryan tried to pull himself away, only succeeding in stumbling over his own feet and, and had Eric not been supporting him, he would have fallen to the ground. “I don’t want to go home.”
“Fine. Your crashing on my couch, then.” He was forced to physically drag his friend out of the bar, leading him to the passengers seat, suddenly overtaken by a feeling of déjà vu. Aside from the lack of a nail embedded in Ryan’s right eye, he’d basically just reenacted the moments when he’d found him at that crime scene.
They sat in absolute silence for several minutes as Eric drove them back to his condo. But, the lack of noise was getting to the younger man. “I don’t wanna lose my job, Eric. I just got here…”
“Hey, don’t stress yourself out. That’s not something you need on your shoulders right now. You need to focus on getting better.” Eric reminded him.
“I… I can’t help it! I’m used to planning things out, and I can’t do that with my eye like this. I hate all this. I wish… I just wish I could re-do that whole freaking day.” His leaned his head against the window, staring out into the Miami night.
The rest of the ride was met with companionable silence as they arrived at Eric’s home, the younger C.S.I following him inside.
“Thanks for letting me crash here.”
Eric shrugged, dropping his keys on the table by the door. “No problem. I don’t think anyone from the lab has stayed here since…”
Ryan’s eyes flickered up to meet the others. “Since Speedle?”
“Yeah…”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s been two years.”
The younger took a seat on the couch, Eric flopping himself down in the chair next to it. “That doesn’t make loosing someone you're close to any easier.”
“No one gets it. Speed and I… we were… together.” Eric admitted the truth that had been weighing on his mind since his lover’s death. “Not even H knew.”
“I never would have guessed,” Ryan replied, honestly stunned. He knew the two had been close, Eric had despised him for some time simply because he was taking Speedle’s place. It wasn’t really fair to him to be blamed for accepting the job Horatio had offered. He’d had no intention of trying to replace the CSI, he’d just wanted to do his job. At least now he understood why.
“Look, Ryan, I’m sorry about the way I acted when you first got here. I was a total jackass. And, even given the fact that Speed was mine, it didn’t give me the right to treat you the way I did.” He shrugged, that apology was long overdue.
The younger man shook his head. “It’s over. We’re friends now, right? That’s what matters. You guys didn’t really have a lot of time before H threw me into the mix.”
“But, still… it wasn’t until all this,” Ryan knew without it being said that ‘this’ was referring to his eye. “Until all this that we even became friends. And it shouldn’t have taken that long.”
Ryan shrugged in acceptance of the apology, his hand falling to rest on the elder CSI’s knee. “We’re cool, Delko. Don’t worry about it.”
Eric clapped him on the back. “I’ll go get you a blanket and a spare pillow so you can crash, okay?” And he was out of the room before the younger man could respond.
“Mm…” He fell back onto the comfortable couch suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion. He was out by the time the other returned.
“He must’ve been really out of it.” Eric shook his head at the figure sleeping quietly in front of him. He draped the blanket over the still frame and managed to get the pillow under his head without waking him, also tugging off the man’s shoes.
“Nnng.” Ryan groaned, burrowing further into the comfort of the covers.
Eric guessed that was a sleep obscured ‘goodnight’ and let out a soft laugh. “Good night to you, too, Wolfe.” He rolled his eyes, watching his friend for a moment before heading to his own room to get some sleep.
And, yeah, it was weird to have someone staying there again, Eric thought, as he tugged his shirt over his head, but at least it was someone he cared about again. No one could ever take Speed’s place, but Ryan was helping to get him back to normal again.
And in the end, that was all that counted.
