Title: Sometimes
Pairing or Characters: Dan/Jones
Summary: Jones wonders about Dan.
Word Count: 240
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine in any way
It's me and Dan, right, together, asleep, only we're not in the flat. Instead of a couple of old sofas and the 'toxic' blanket, there's just this one bed. I don't even know where my subconscious came up with this bed from -probably an advert or catalogue or something. It's wicked big, with white sheets and this massive duvet. Almost looks like something off one of those period dramas Claire pretends not to watch. And we're there, me and Dan, asleep. I'm seeing this from above, right, I'm not dreaming that I'm lying there with me eyes shut. Anyway, he's lying on his back all sprawled out like the oafish bastard he is, and I'm half on top of him, one arm slung out across his chest, using his shoulder as a pillow. It looks kind of comfy - dream me seems to be smiling, anyway. I don't know what it means, this dream, aside from the obvious, and I reckon Dan'd be pretty freaked out if I told him about it, but sometimes, I can't help wondering. Sometimes, late at night, when he's asleep on the sofa, and I'm up wired on cheap coffee, lights and music flashing around me, I look at him and just think about it. And sometimes, I swear, when he thinks I wont notice, I catch him looking at me too.
Pairing or Characters: Dan/Jones
Summary: Jones wonders about Dan.
Word Count: 240
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine in any way
It's me and Dan, right, together, asleep, only we're not in the flat. Instead of a couple of old sofas and the 'toxic' blanket, there's just this one bed. I don't even know where my subconscious came up with this bed from -probably an advert or catalogue or something. It's wicked big, with white sheets and this massive duvet. Almost looks like something off one of those period dramas Claire pretends not to watch. And we're there, me and Dan, asleep. I'm seeing this from above, right, I'm not dreaming that I'm lying there with me eyes shut. Anyway, he's lying on his back all sprawled out like the oafish bastard he is, and I'm half on top of him, one arm slung out across his chest, using his shoulder as a pillow. It looks kind of comfy - dream me seems to be smiling, anyway. I don't know what it means, this dream, aside from the obvious, and I reckon Dan'd be pretty freaked out if I told him about it, but sometimes, I can't help wondering. Sometimes, late at night, when he's asleep on the sofa, and I'm up wired on cheap coffee, lights and music flashing around me, I look at him and just think about it. And sometimes, I swear, when he thinks I wont notice, I catch him looking at me too.
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Date: 2008-07-02 03:29 am (UTC)Please to be writing more Dan/Jones now ;)
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Date: 2008-07-02 10:27 pm (UTC)This is absolutely gorgeous and paints the most beautiful of images in my mind, thanks for that!
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