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perpetual_motionFiclet: The Actual Truth
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Studio 60
Pairing: Matt/Danny
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Pilot
Summary: It wasn't the Star Spangled Banner. It wasn't the 700 Club.
Dis: Lied. Not mine. Aaron Sorkin is a god, so he can have them all he wants.
Author's Notes: I watched the pilot twice in one night, and I almost watched it again. I wrote fic instead.
The Actual Truth
By Perpetual Motion
It wasn’t the Star-Spangled Banner, and it wasn’t, technically, the 700 Club. It was the night after the 700 Club that Harriet walked into Matt’s house, heard a crash, and ran towards the back, afraid that Matt had broken yet another glass because he’d been up writing for so long that he’d lost all sense of distance and yet another coffee cup had missed the counter.
There were no shards of coffee cup when she got to the kitchen. Just Matt and Danny, with Matt’s back against the wall, and Danny’s teeth against his neck, one of Danny’s hands high on Matt’s thigh just above the ink stain on his oldest jeans that Harriet had been trying to sneak into the trash for weeks. She realized, suddenly, that the top button of Matt’s jeans was undone and what she was seeing wasn’t some sort of delusion or hallucination. She backed out of the room and out of the house, and made sure to lock the door behind her.
The 700 Club, it turned out, was just a convenient excuse. Matt could yell about bigots, and Harriet would go with it because otherwise she’d have to admit the truth. That Matt had been kissing Danny more passionately than he’d ever kissed her. That she’d never had sex against any walls with Matt. That she’d possibly never been anything more than a cover.
And then Wes freaked out and screamed at the audience, and suddenly Matt and Danny were in her space, on her stage, scoffing at her skit ideas. In the middle of the third week, during a particularly heated discussion between Matt and Ricky about Peripheral Vision man, Matt suddenly winced in pain and grabbed at his back. Harriet was behind him, saw the way he bent, and saw the way Danny’s hand came up to just the spot to rub, his thumb seemed to press in at just the right angle.
She prayed after the meeting, sat in her dressing room with her head in her hands and prayed for help, for hope, for something other than hate. For, at the very least, the image of Matt, back against the wall, mouth open and gasping, to be wiped from her memory. And if not for that, then the image of Danny spotting her, making eye contact and biting down harder on Matt’s neck, to be taken instead.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Studio 60
Pairing: Matt/Danny
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Pilot
Summary: It wasn't the Star Spangled Banner. It wasn't the 700 Club.
Dis: Lied. Not mine. Aaron Sorkin is a god, so he can have them all he wants.
Author's Notes: I watched the pilot twice in one night, and I almost watched it again. I wrote fic instead.
The Actual Truth
By Perpetual Motion
It wasn’t the Star-Spangled Banner, and it wasn’t, technically, the 700 Club. It was the night after the 700 Club that Harriet walked into Matt’s house, heard a crash, and ran towards the back, afraid that Matt had broken yet another glass because he’d been up writing for so long that he’d lost all sense of distance and yet another coffee cup had missed the counter.
There were no shards of coffee cup when she got to the kitchen. Just Matt and Danny, with Matt’s back against the wall, and Danny’s teeth against his neck, one of Danny’s hands high on Matt’s thigh just above the ink stain on his oldest jeans that Harriet had been trying to sneak into the trash for weeks. She realized, suddenly, that the top button of Matt’s jeans was undone and what she was seeing wasn’t some sort of delusion or hallucination. She backed out of the room and out of the house, and made sure to lock the door behind her.
The 700 Club, it turned out, was just a convenient excuse. Matt could yell about bigots, and Harriet would go with it because otherwise she’d have to admit the truth. That Matt had been kissing Danny more passionately than he’d ever kissed her. That she’d never had sex against any walls with Matt. That she’d possibly never been anything more than a cover.
And then Wes freaked out and screamed at the audience, and suddenly Matt and Danny were in her space, on her stage, scoffing at her skit ideas. In the middle of the third week, during a particularly heated discussion between Matt and Ricky about Peripheral Vision man, Matt suddenly winced in pain and grabbed at his back. Harriet was behind him, saw the way he bent, and saw the way Danny’s hand came up to just the spot to rub, his thumb seemed to press in at just the right angle.
She prayed after the meeting, sat in her dressing room with her head in her hands and prayed for help, for hope, for something other than hate. For, at the very least, the image of Matt, back against the wall, mouth open and gasping, to be wiped from her memory. And if not for that, then the image of Danny spotting her, making eye contact and biting down harder on Matt’s neck, to be taken instead.
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on 2006-09-20 04:03 am (UTC)So I should continue to scream at you about writing fic then, yes?
*toothy grin*
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on 2006-09-20 04:14 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2006-09-20 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-20 04:25 am (UTC)We are never having sex. You're insane. *icked face*
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on 2006-09-20 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-20 04:29 am (UTC)But I'll do anything for awesome quickfic.
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on 2006-09-20 04:40 am (UTC)<.<
>.>
Anything?
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on 2006-09-20 04:41 am (UTC)No. But pretty close to it.
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on 2006-09-20 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-10-04 06:53 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-10-04 02:01 pm (UTC)Thanks, hon. I'm glad you liked it so much.
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on 2007-06-18 09:38 am (UTC)Looking back at this now that the show's almost over - the image of Danny spotting her, making eye contact and biting down harder on Matt’s neck, that is the line that's really the kicker for me, because it sums Danny up so perfectly. I like Danny a lot, but Danny is an asshole. He can be sweet and charming and everything, but he really is an asshole to everybody on the planet but Matt and sometimes Cal, and it's exactly what he would do. Which is why I love him.
Anyway, thank you for this!