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WEDNESDAY! - SONG LYRICS

I am so sorry! I woke up with no internet and no way to call in someone to post this for me!

Today's theme is Song Lyrics! It's been done a couple of times but it will always be my favorite

And the rules one more time –

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.

If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.

Respect our code monkeys, and follow the standard format with your prompts. Such as:

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, "now we're grown up orphans that never knew their names, we don't belong to no one, that's a shame, but you could hide beside me maybe for a while, and I won't tell no one your name"

KANE RPS, Kane/Carlson, http://tinyurl.com/lw4asx - Missing You by John Waite

Don't forget the Lonely Prompts if there's nothing here that interests you today!

Ready...and...GO!!

"tag=theme(songlyrics)"

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samueljames
Sep. 23rd, 2009 05:35 pm (UTC)
Numb3rs, Don/Ian, "I went to a shrink to analyze my dreams. She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down" from Basket Case by Green Day
cat_13145
Apr. 24th, 2010 06:38 pm (UTC)
In a Shrink's office Part 1
Helena Chester glanced at her list of appointments and tried not to groan.

Her next appointment, her last one of the day, was Ian Edgerton, her least favorite patient.

She was fairly sure she was Edgerton’s least favorite person, though it was hard to tell as the sniper seemed to treat everyone with the same quiet contempt.

But it was policy of the bureau to insist on consoling for any agents involved with more than four deaths a year, and Ian’s death toll was always in the fifties. So she plastered a fake smile and opened the door.

She could tell something was wrong, as Ian wasn’t lounging in the chair, smiling at her. In fact he was sitting straight in the chair, frowning. He grunted into response to her greeting.

“I hear you just got back from LA.” She said, sitting down opposite him. “Well the weather must be better there.”

A grunt.

“I understand the case was a sniper epidemic. “She continued. “It must have been hard for you to see your skills use in that way?”

“You call in a sniper in a case, you except to see that.”

Helena sighed. Time to go direct. “Ian you wanna tell what it is about this case that’s affect you?”

“Come on!” She continued as Ian pulled himself up, wandering over to the window. “Your supervisor has expressed concern you’ve been distracted, and several students are backing him up. Even I can tell you’re exhausted!” she glared. “Ian, I know you don’t believe it will help, but I can keep you in this room until you tell me!”

It was a cheap shot, and a wrong one, but it worked.

Ian sighed, his eyes still fixed on the view of a brick wall from her office. “I did something stupid in LA.”

It wasn’t what she expected, but she couldn’t say she was surprised. No one could do what Ian did day in day out and see what he did on a regular basis and stay sane.

“O.K. why don’t we talk about that?” she said.

“Not that.” She had forgotten the almost scary power the sniper seemed to have to read her thoughts. “I ran into someone I used to know.”

Helena smiled. “It’s good to meet old friends.”

Ian snorted. “More than a friend.”

“A lover.”

A grunt. She supposed that meant yes.

“That can be good too, a chance to get some closure on a relationship’s end.” She took a glance at him. “I’m guessing, not this time.” She paused. “They’re in another relationship?”

“No.”

“You slept with them?” she was surprised, though she wasn’t sure why. Everyone needed human contact, even the bastard son of Eastwood and Yoda.

Silence. A guilty silence.

“o.k.” she paused. “So what happened?”

A shrug. “Case ended.”

Her head was starting to hurt. “Ian, forgive me, but how long since you’d seen this person?”

A shrug. “3 years.”

And she was prepared to bet from his expression he could tell her the date and time the relationship ended. “What happened?”

A shrug, again. “He transferred to New Mexico.”

Ian Edgerton was gay. She wondered why she wasn’t more surprised. Partly because she was certain only another man would jump into bed with to a man having not seen him for 3 years. Mostly, she supposed it was because Edgerton always seemed like the perfect sniper. This made him more…human somehow.

“I meant,” she said softly. “What happened this time?” she paused a horrible feeling coming over her. “Did you two have a fight?”

cat_13145
Apr. 24th, 2010 06:38 pm (UTC)
Re: In a Shrink's office Part 2
The head shook. “Just left.”

“O.K.” She sighed. “Ian, I hate to say this, but I’m not the person you should be talking to. You need to talk to…” she waited. Ian didn’t give her a name. “The man you slept with. It’s obvious he had quite an effect and you care about him. Even if nothing can happen, then at least you know and you know to stay away in future.” She recognized the expression on Ian’s face. The one that meant what she suggested didn’t have a hope in hell of happening.

“O.K. I’ll make a deal.” She fixed the sniper with her eyes. “You call this guy here, from my office, and I sign the bit of paper that clears you for duty unconditionally. You wouldn’t have to see me till next year.” She knew she’d won, before Ian even dug his cell out of his pocket.

She listened as the phone rang and heard “Eppes.” as it was answered.

It was quite scary to witness the softening of the sniper’s expression as she heard that.

“Hey. It’s Ian. Just checking what’s going on.”

As she listened, feeling angry for not including in the promise that Ian actually had to discuss what happened before he made the call, she had to admit she enjoyed watching the sniper’s face soften.

“It was nothing.” A pause. “Look Don, either that night was a mistake or…” he grinned. “No I don’t it was.”

Sensing the conversation was about to take a personal tone, Helena silently slipped out.
Edgerton was still her least favorite patient, but she had a feeling she was no longer his least favorite person.
samueljames
Apr. 25th, 2010 12:30 pm (UTC)
Re: In a Shrink's office Part 2
Thnanks for this, I liked the note of hope at the end that Ian might make an effort with Don. They're both very stubborn men.

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