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Sara ([personal profile] scripted_sra) wrote2009-03-03 12:04 am

Fake News (RPF) | Absence | PG-13 | Jon/Stephen; Jon/Steve

Title: Absence
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jon/Stephen; past and one-sided Jon/Steve
Summary: Unrequited love is a bitch.
Word Count: 421
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A/N: Has been slightly edited from its original version.


Absence makes the heart grow fonder? Yeah, right. Absence ensures that when you come back everything will be flipped upside down and turned inside out and you’ll have no fucking clue what’s going on. Absence makes sure that the one person you left behind who you hoped wouldn’t forget you or change, does so and easily. Absence guarantees that he will not only be over you and past you but has actually left you miles behind, stranded in an abandoned gas station in the middle of nowhere so that the only thing you can do is hope he turns around and comes back for you as you watch the tumbleweeds breeze by.

Being gone for a long time can really fuck with your mind.

I leave the show for two years, and what happens? Stephen and Jon start fucking each other. Why did I not see the change in their dynamic at the election special?

Oh, right. Fucking isn’t the appropriate word. Maybe a relationship? Affection? Possibly love? I’m going to be sick.

Did you know it’s a little jolting to walk into your former lover’s office and see said former lover kissing a mutual friend and co-worker passionately as if there’s nothing strange about that--as if they aren’t both married. As if they both don’t have kids. As if it means nothing to me.

Dammit all, I feel like an angsty pre-teen whining about the guy she likes and how he likes this other girl who is sooooo not as pretty.

If the shoe fits, right?

Jon and I...we were “together,” if only in the physical sense of the word. And, it ended. I...

Fuck. I didn’t want it to. He did. It was awkward, I left, thought it would be best to leave for a little bit and come back after everything cooled down and we could work together again with some semblance of normalcy. Until the election special—until now. Supposedly.

I wish I had known something before now. So when I walked into Jon’s office and saw them kissing I wouldn’t have felt like I was just punched in the gut several times. And the sheepish smiles, the “oh, didn’t you knows”, and the “sorry about thats” as they smiled shyly at each other and broke out of each other’s embrace? Those made it worse.

It was never like that with Jon and I. Clearly, they’ve found something more. The something I wish I had.

Maybe I should stay away for another two years.

Or longer.

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