(no subject)
Apr. 28th, 2010 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
helsinkibabyFound on the hard drive...
Title: What Might Have Been
Author: helsinkibaby
Fandom: Fame
Pairing: Leroy/Nicole
Rating: PG
Spoilers: All I Want for Christmas, Go Softly into Morning, Baby Remember my Name
Word Count: 258
Notes: For the writers choice challenge “fantasy”
He thinks about her sometimes. Not as often as he did when he was still teaching at the School of the Arts, but sometimes. It’ll be an innocent comment, a song he knows she liked, a play he saw her act in, and it’ll be like Nicole Chapman is standing by his side again.
He lets his mind wander sometimes, wonders what might have happened that Christmas night after Tina had gone to bed. His niece had come to love Nicole that holiday, had insisted that she spend time with them, and Nicole hadn’t had the heart to refuse her. Neither had Leroy, but he was honest enough to admit to himself that Tina wasn’t the only reason he was happy Nicole was around.
It wasn’t for her tutoring skills either, though those had been a handy excuse.
It had been her.
Just her.
He thinks sometimes about how it could all have been different. If he’d done what he’d wanted to do, leaned in and kissed her. Sure, maybe she’d have slapped him – but maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t have.
Maybe she’d have kissed him back.
Maybe they’d have started something and she wouldn’t have been at that party that night, taking a ride home from Mickey Garth and Danny Amatullo.
Maybe she’d be there with him now, laughing, loving, smiling.
His.
It’s a nice fantasy, and he wishes with all his heart that it was reality.
Instead, he places flowers on her grave when he’s back home and wishes that things could have worked out different.
Title: What Might Have Been
Author: helsinkibaby
Fandom: Fame
Pairing: Leroy/Nicole
Rating: PG
Spoilers: All I Want for Christmas, Go Softly into Morning, Baby Remember my Name
Word Count: 258
Notes: For the writers choice challenge “fantasy”
He thinks about her sometimes. Not as often as he did when he was still teaching at the School of the Arts, but sometimes. It’ll be an innocent comment, a song he knows she liked, a play he saw her act in, and it’ll be like Nicole Chapman is standing by his side again.
He lets his mind wander sometimes, wonders what might have happened that Christmas night after Tina had gone to bed. His niece had come to love Nicole that holiday, had insisted that she spend time with them, and Nicole hadn’t had the heart to refuse her. Neither had Leroy, but he was honest enough to admit to himself that Tina wasn’t the only reason he was happy Nicole was around.
It wasn’t for her tutoring skills either, though those had been a handy excuse.
It had been her.
Just her.
He thinks sometimes about how it could all have been different. If he’d done what he’d wanted to do, leaned in and kissed her. Sure, maybe she’d have slapped him – but maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t have.
Maybe she’d have kissed him back.
Maybe they’d have started something and she wouldn’t have been at that party that night, taking a ride home from Mickey Garth and Danny Amatullo.
Maybe she’d be there with him now, laughing, loving, smiling.
His.
It’s a nice fantasy, and he wishes with all his heart that it was reality.
Instead, he places flowers on her grave when he’s back home and wishes that things could have worked out different.
