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31_days2009-11-06 12:41 am
[Nov 6] [Watchmen] For Tomorrow We May Die
Title: For Tomorrow We May Die
Day/Theme: six. feel the freedom like no tomorrow
Series: Watchmen
Character/Pairing: Dan, Laurie
Rating: PG
She had never meant to hop in his lap and be all over him. He had never blipped any higher than nice guy on her radar, and he was a nice guy, so nice that even in the face of apocalypse, he was letting her stay in his guest room, taking her out to eat, and making her problems his problems. It had been a long time since she had been fussed over like this, like she was what mattered no matter if the world was going to end.
He was nice, nice enough that he deserved something back, and who was there to stop her anymore? Jon probably wouldn’t look up from whatever quark he had found/would find/had always known was there. He had probably always known this would happen. What would he care? Her mother? Sally was too far away to object, even if she would disapprove of a quick affair on the eve of humanity’s destruction. She would probably just smirk about heredity over her third breakfast margarita.
No. Laurie was free to do whatever and whoever she wanted. The bombs could fall tomorrow. She could slip in the bathtub and break her neck next time she washed her hair. She could be hit by a bus crossing the street tomorrow. What in the world did she have to lose by holding out? If tomorrow never came, what did any of it matter to anyone but her?
Dan wasn’t stupid enough to turn her down. Why should he hold back either with the world falling in around them? He understood the threat, on a personal, flesh and blood level that was a relief after Jon. He was as anxious to have anything mean something, to have not wasted their lives, before the end as she was.
Day/Theme: six. feel the freedom like no tomorrow
Series: Watchmen
Character/Pairing: Dan, Laurie
Rating: PG
She had never meant to hop in his lap and be all over him. He had never blipped any higher than nice guy on her radar, and he was a nice guy, so nice that even in the face of apocalypse, he was letting her stay in his guest room, taking her out to eat, and making her problems his problems. It had been a long time since she had been fussed over like this, like she was what mattered no matter if the world was going to end.
He was nice, nice enough that he deserved something back, and who was there to stop her anymore? Jon probably wouldn’t look up from whatever quark he had found/would find/had always known was there. He had probably always known this would happen. What would he care? Her mother? Sally was too far away to object, even if she would disapprove of a quick affair on the eve of humanity’s destruction. She would probably just smirk about heredity over her third breakfast margarita.
No. Laurie was free to do whatever and whoever she wanted. The bombs could fall tomorrow. She could slip in the bathtub and break her neck next time she washed her hair. She could be hit by a bus crossing the street tomorrow. What in the world did she have to lose by holding out? If tomorrow never came, what did any of it matter to anyone but her?
Dan wasn’t stupid enough to turn her down. Why should he hold back either with the world falling in around them? He understood the threat, on a personal, flesh and blood level that was a relief after Jon. He was as anxious to have anything mean something, to have not wasted their lives, before the end as she was.
