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imaginedyou) wrote2005-01-25 01:02 pm
imaginedyou) wrote2005-01-25 01:02 pm
it sounds like... [Lostprophets, Ian/Jamie, Jamie/Big Mike, Ian/Little Mike]
title: it sounds like...
rating: r for themes
pairing: ian/jamie, jamie/bigmike, ian/littlemike
summary: "Jamie believes in other worlds. He has to."
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Jamie believes in other worlds. He has to. Other places like this, in other times and other space, where certain actions happened a second later, some decisions were made opposite to this world, places where things just turned out slightly differently.
Though no matter how hard he thinks and believes it, he can't imagine a world where he doesn't love his band mates.
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He's never even stopped to think of a world without the band. Without throbbing fingers and a raw throat. Without a microphone in his hand, and a knee resting on the floor. Whenever he comes to the front of the stage Ian watches him and smiles so no-one can see.
"Not getting full of ourselves, are we Jay?"
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Once they had to put off playing, worried that Jamie had dislocated his shoulder. He said a crowd of people had pushed past him and he'd fallen awkwardly against the wall.
"You fell, Jay, you fell." The reassuring voice crooned over his head. "I had to wake everyone up and make sure you were okay, you had me worried. I slept here because otherwise I would've had to sleep alone."
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"It's just your body's natural reaction." Mike says firmly, calmly, as he massages Jamie's temples. The TV is on, but the flickering pictures hurt his eyes, so he sits with them shut as Mike speaks confident words. "It's just warning you that something is wrong. That's all pain is. Think of somewhere else, another world. Push the pain there, because it's no good to you here."
"I think sometimes he forgets you're just flesh and bone." Mike continues idly, hands slipping into dark hair to play with it instead. This seems to work a lot better than the massage.
He removes his hands, and when Jamie looks round, they're outstretched to him. Jamie crawls into Mike's lap, and the drummer only smiles after he's begun kissing him.
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Jamie's fingers bruise where they are squeezed too tight. They swell up sometimes, and he cringes when he tries to play a few notes on the keyboard at sound-check, until Mike kisses his cheek and says sorry, reminds him to just push past the pain because it's just a minor warning something is wrong.
Mike watches Jamie and the way his life drains from him. Where once he would bound around with more energy, now he moves carefully so as not to strain the ribs battered at the night before.
"He forgets, and I remember."
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"What am I?" Mike asks, and even though it hurts everywhere and Jamie wants to whimper, fingers tug at his hair and he manages to reply.
"My saviour." He says through gritted teeth, willing the pain to leave him be.
"Good." Mike says, and everything stops. Hands pull away from his body, motions stop. No pressure, no force; he can breathe again.
Mike pulls him upright and folds Jamie into his arms.
"You'll always be safe with me."
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When Mike and Ian catch each other's eyes they smirk. Ian's attention span is limited; he has a new toy now. He even flirts with Little Mike onstage as unsteady fingers try to continue the songs.
Mike can't help but push Jamie near, just to see what it would like. The two of them together, broken beyond what Ian can do to them, clinging to one another for support they can't give each other.
If Ian is the opening act, Mike is the pivotal moment towards the end. You're so memorized by then that you can't stop looking. So blinded by what's going on that you don't realise how entangled you are until it's over and you can't find it in you to leave your seat. Or your legs are broken and it’s just not possible to walk away.
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[dated 3/1/05]
rating: r for themes
pairing: ian/jamie, jamie/bigmike, ian/littlemike
summary: "Jamie believes in other worlds. He has to."
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Jamie believes in other worlds. He has to. Other places like this, in other times and other space, where certain actions happened a second later, some decisions were made opposite to this world, places where things just turned out slightly differently.
Though no matter how hard he thinks and believes it, he can't imagine a world where he doesn't love his band mates.
+++++
He's never even stopped to think of a world without the band. Without throbbing fingers and a raw throat. Without a microphone in his hand, and a knee resting on the floor. Whenever he comes to the front of the stage Ian watches him and smiles so no-one can see.
"Not getting full of ourselves, are we Jay?"
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Once they had to put off playing, worried that Jamie had dislocated his shoulder. He said a crowd of people had pushed past him and he'd fallen awkwardly against the wall.
"You fell, Jay, you fell." The reassuring voice crooned over his head. "I had to wake everyone up and make sure you were okay, you had me worried. I slept here because otherwise I would've had to sleep alone."
+++++
"It's just your body's natural reaction." Mike says firmly, calmly, as he massages Jamie's temples. The TV is on, but the flickering pictures hurt his eyes, so he sits with them shut as Mike speaks confident words. "It's just warning you that something is wrong. That's all pain is. Think of somewhere else, another world. Push the pain there, because it's no good to you here."
"I think sometimes he forgets you're just flesh and bone." Mike continues idly, hands slipping into dark hair to play with it instead. This seems to work a lot better than the massage.
He removes his hands, and when Jamie looks round, they're outstretched to him. Jamie crawls into Mike's lap, and the drummer only smiles after he's begun kissing him.
+++++
Jamie's fingers bruise where they are squeezed too tight. They swell up sometimes, and he cringes when he tries to play a few notes on the keyboard at sound-check, until Mike kisses his cheek and says sorry, reminds him to just push past the pain because it's just a minor warning something is wrong.
Mike watches Jamie and the way his life drains from him. Where once he would bound around with more energy, now he moves carefully so as not to strain the ribs battered at the night before.
"He forgets, and I remember."
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"What am I?" Mike asks, and even though it hurts everywhere and Jamie wants to whimper, fingers tug at his hair and he manages to reply.
"My saviour." He says through gritted teeth, willing the pain to leave him be.
"Good." Mike says, and everything stops. Hands pull away from his body, motions stop. No pressure, no force; he can breathe again.
Mike pulls him upright and folds Jamie into his arms.
"You'll always be safe with me."
+++++
When Mike and Ian catch each other's eyes they smirk. Ian's attention span is limited; he has a new toy now. He even flirts with Little Mike onstage as unsteady fingers try to continue the songs.
Mike can't help but push Jamie near, just to see what it would like. The two of them together, broken beyond what Ian can do to them, clinging to one another for support they can't give each other.
If Ian is the opening act, Mike is the pivotal moment towards the end. You're so memorized by then that you can't stop looking. So blinded by what's going on that you don't realise how entangled you are until it's over and you can't find it in you to leave your seat. Or your legs are broken and it’s just not possible to walk away.
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[dated 3/1/05]