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neaFandom: Breaking Bad
Pairing: Walt White/Jesse Pinkman (kind of)
Author:nea
Rating: G
Word count: ~500
Promisses/Warnings: pre-slash, kind of AU, spoilers for the finale of season two
Notes: a) I haven't seen season three yet, so this is how I think season three could start like, it's completely AU by now. b) My first fic in this fandom c) Inspired by If only tonight we could sleep d) all thanks go to hungryhippo11 for the beta and lindtti for holding my hand through this and listening to my whining
Disclaimer: Everything is Vince Gillian's.
Title: If only tonight we could sleep
He has trouble sleeping. Nightmares. They started the night after Jane... after he lost her...
Jesse covers his face in his hands and squeezes his eyes shut. It doesn't work, he can't fall asleep, he just notices how sweaty his palms and face are, so he gets up and goes to the bathroom.
The water feels good on his skin, and he rubs one palm across his neck. With closed eyes he takes a few deep calming breaths, before leaving the bathroom again and heads for the kitchen.
The detox cleaned him of drugs but couldn't help him to sleep, not really, though it's slowly getting better, since he's out of rehab and Walt offered him a place to stay. Jesse thinks it's because Walt needs some company, since Mrs White left him. And because he doesn't know what to do with himself, clean and sober, Jesse took the offer. Just temporary, of course.
He crosses his arms and watches the dirty yellowish flicker of the street lamp light in front of the window and wonders if he'll ever be able to sleep in the same bed with another person again...
Steps and coughing set an end to these thoughts and Jesse curses softly as Walt enters the kitchen.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up..."
Walt just shrugs it off. "Is everything okay? Are you alright?"
What Jesse doesn't know is that Walt hears him every night. How he wanders around, barely able to sleep a night through... And how Walt can't sleep too, but doesn't know if he shall join him or if he shall leave him alone.
"Yeah... I..." Jesse turns to him, shrugging too. "Can't sleep..."
"I'm sorry..." Walter sounds like he means it, and before Jesse can stop himself, he hugs him. And Walter hugs him back, which is surprising enough, actually; Jesse half expects him to just stand there and let it happen. "I'm so sorry, Jesse..."
Walt feels more solid than he looks like and Jesse is now the one who lets it happen, swallowing past the thick knot of emotions and nods, his chin brushing Walt's shoulder.
"It will get better..." Walter assures quietly and Jesse wants to believe him. "It will take some time, of course, but you will be better..."
"How can you know?" Jesse can't not ask as they let go of each other, but still stay close. Walt's hand is still on Jesse's ribs and Jesse's fingers are still lingering on Walt's forearm.
"I don't." Walt admits. "It just has to."
"It really has to..." Jesse nods again. They stay like that for a moment, just looking at each other, until Walt breaks it.
"We should try to get some sleep..."
"Yeah..." Jesse slowly takes a few steps back. "Night, Mr. White..." He gives him a ghost of a smile.
"Good night, Jesse..."
Pairing: Walt White/Jesse Pinkman (kind of)
Author:
neaRating: G
Word count: ~500
Promisses/Warnings: pre-slash, kind of AU, spoilers for the finale of season two
Notes: a) I haven't seen season three yet, so this is how I think season three could start like, it's completely AU by now. b) My first fic in this fandom c) Inspired by If only tonight we could sleep d) all thanks go to hungryhippo11 for the beta and lindtti for holding my hand through this and listening to my whining
Disclaimer: Everything is Vince Gillian's.
Title: If only tonight we could sleep
He has trouble sleeping. Nightmares. They started the night after Jane... after he lost her...
Jesse covers his face in his hands and squeezes his eyes shut. It doesn't work, he can't fall asleep, he just notices how sweaty his palms and face are, so he gets up and goes to the bathroom.
The water feels good on his skin, and he rubs one palm across his neck. With closed eyes he takes a few deep calming breaths, before leaving the bathroom again and heads for the kitchen.
The detox cleaned him of drugs but couldn't help him to sleep, not really, though it's slowly getting better, since he's out of rehab and Walt offered him a place to stay. Jesse thinks it's because Walt needs some company, since Mrs White left him. And because he doesn't know what to do with himself, clean and sober, Jesse took the offer. Just temporary, of course.
He crosses his arms and watches the dirty yellowish flicker of the street lamp light in front of the window and wonders if he'll ever be able to sleep in the same bed with another person again...
Steps and coughing set an end to these thoughts and Jesse curses softly as Walt enters the kitchen.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up..."
Walt just shrugs it off. "Is everything okay? Are you alright?"
What Jesse doesn't know is that Walt hears him every night. How he wanders around, barely able to sleep a night through... And how Walt can't sleep too, but doesn't know if he shall join him or if he shall leave him alone.
"Yeah... I..." Jesse turns to him, shrugging too. "Can't sleep..."
"I'm sorry..." Walter sounds like he means it, and before Jesse can stop himself, he hugs him. And Walter hugs him back, which is surprising enough, actually; Jesse half expects him to just stand there and let it happen. "I'm so sorry, Jesse..."
Walt feels more solid than he looks like and Jesse is now the one who lets it happen, swallowing past the thick knot of emotions and nods, his chin brushing Walt's shoulder.
"It will get better..." Walter assures quietly and Jesse wants to believe him. "It will take some time, of course, but you will be better..."
"How can you know?" Jesse can't not ask as they let go of each other, but still stay close. Walt's hand is still on Jesse's ribs and Jesse's fingers are still lingering on Walt's forearm.
"I don't." Walt admits. "It just has to."
"It really has to..." Jesse nods again. They stay like that for a moment, just looking at each other, until Walt breaks it.
"We should try to get some sleep..."
"Yeah..." Jesse slowly takes a few steps back. "Night, Mr. White..." He gives him a ghost of a smile.
"Good night, Jesse..."
