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From: [email protected] (Lady Wayne) Date: Mon, Jun 10, 2002, 5:18pm (EDT+4) To: [email protected] Subject: [Black_Silk] FIC: Resisting 6/11 Reply to: [email protected]
Title: Resisting 6/11
Author: Lady Wayne
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Pairing: Terry/Bruce
Fandom: Batman Beyond
Feedback: Yes, please. The more you like, the more you get.
Archive: Yes to Prodigette; others ask first, I'll probably say yes.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, probably never will.
Summary: Terry tries to block out his true feelings for the old man, while
Bruce struggles to rein in Terry's recent spate of wild behavior.
Notes: Thoughts in <>. **** for flashbacks.
From part 5
Each statement hit Terry like a physical blow. Six months ago, he would
have defended himself, physically as well as verbally. But not now, not
against the old man, not when every word was true.
Coming in for the final attack, he added, "ELSEWHERE! Just where was it?
Thinking up ways to get Claire into your bed?" he continued.
This time, Terry sprung from his chair. "What? You don't have a clue, do
you old man?" Terry shouted as he grabbed Wayne by his upper arms.
Part 6/11
Not expecting Terry to fight back physically, Bruce initially struggled to
stay on his feet but quickly gained control of the situation. Terry soon
found himself flat on his ass, several feet from the chair.
"It isn't what you think."
Dismayed by the unexpected struggle, Bruce let Terry continue while he
himself calmed down after the momentary adrenaline high.
Pulling himself up to rest on one elbow, Terry gazed blankly at the floor
near Bruce's feet. "When I started practicing water maneuvers, I was really
focused. I guess once I realized I could handle it, I started thinking
about other things."
< This is the last thing I want to hear. > Bruce decided. "Please spare the
details of your hormonal fantasies. I don't really care whether your mind
was in bed with Dana or Claire!"
< He's so mad you might as well go for it. At least you have his undivided
attention. > "I wasn't thinking about some girl!" Terry shouted, and then
continued more quietly, "I was thinking about the most important man in my
life."
The revelation shocked Bruce into momentary silence. < My God. Here I am,
jealous of the attention he gives his girlfriends; and he's still struggling
with the loss of his father. I shouldn't be surprised, really. After all,
it has been less than a year. Of all people, I should know how difficult it
must be for him, worse really because I had Alfred. Terry would never
burden his mother. More than anyone else, I should have been there for him.
I've worked so relentlessly at hiding my feelings for him that I haven't
recognized his needs. Is it too late? >
Terry couldn't bear the silence any longer. Gathering his courage, he looked
up at the old man's face, not at all surprised by the shocked expression on
he saw. < With everything he's been through, my admission leaves him
speechless. Good going, McGinnis. >
Without a word, Terry stood, walked to the stairs and started climbing.
From below, Bruce called out "Terence."
Terry stopped but could not bring himself to turn around. < The last time
he called me that was when he offered my the job. Guess it makes a fitting
closure when he tells me to not return. >
If Terry had looked, he would have seen Bruce crestfallen over his perceived
failure. "We'll talk more tomorrow." Bruce continued.
As he walked slowly through the mansion, Terry thought, < My whole world
just fell apart all because I couldn't control my big mouth. I should have
just let him have his tirade as usual. Everything would have been fine in a
week or so. Maybe there's still a chance. They were only words; it isn't
like I kissed him, even though I really wanted to when I had him in my arms.
Once I got my hands on him, I wanted to pull him in and hold on for life.
I wanted to his warm wet mouth, caress his slender throat and lean elegant
body. I wanted to grind against him until neither of us could consider the
consequences. I want to slowly strip him of his dark, austere clothes and
explore every inch of his magnificent form. I want to give myself to him
completely. Who am I kidding? Those are just dreams; they'll never be
anything more. >
Back in the bat cave, Bruce stood for several minutes before finally bending
to retrieve his cane. He stopped at the computer only long enough to realize
nothing more worthwhile could be accomplished tonight before proceeding to
the mansion's living quarters. The next thing he knew, he was lying awake
in bed having mechanically walked through his nightly routine. < How could
I have failed him so miserably? I'm arrogant enough to think I love him,
yet I was completely blind to his pain. I've become an old fool, worthy of
neither him nor his love. >
As Terry made his way home, he found himself stopped, once again, in front
of the Zone. < Surprise, surprise. Kenny and his gang of fools. >
This time, Kenny failed to notice Terry, but Claire spotted him. "Hey,
Terry!" she called out, smiling broadly.
< Whatever happened last time, she must have enjoyed it. That or she isn't
smart enough to be mad that I just walked out. > "Hi, Claire!" he called
back.
Walking over, she offered, "Hey, I missed you. Why don't you come join us?"
Desolate over the loss of Bruce, Terry thought, < Can't have the one I want,
might as well explore other options. > Sighing, Terry replied, "Why not?"
Dana never entered his mind. He didn't love Dana, but he would never abuse
her trust."