whydotheykeeptakingmine:

iamthefirechild:

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)

Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”

She blinked and climbed off the bed to crouch beside the sofa, eyes narrowed at his leg. “You woke up with memory loss and your legs like this,” she repeated slowly. “That’s not … will you tell me what you do remember? You’ve done me a favour, I’d like to return it.”

“Honestly, the last thing I remember was being 18 and heading out of a town I was staying in on a … trip.” Isiah replied, confused by her sudden attitude change, wondering about it.

“You’re not eighteen now,” she commented. “That’s a lot of time to lose. We’ve just met, and you’re already one of the strangest cases I’ve ever come across.” Summer looked up to meet his eyes. Quietly, she said, “You were right, before. You don’t know anything about me. I don’t normally get rescued. I do the rescuing.

“And I think I might be able to help you.”

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

iamthefirechild:

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)

Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”

“Well aren’t you just a hero then?” Summer murmured. “Is that sort of thing how you got hurt?” She nodded to his legs, which so clearly pained him. “Not everyone wants to be rescued from themselves.”

Isiah looked down at his legs and shook his head. “No, I don’t know what happened to my legs, woke up with severe memory loss and they were like this.” he said with a shrug before nodding at her second statement.

She blinked and climbed off the bed to crouch beside the sofa, eyes narrowed at his leg. “You woke up with memory loss and your legs like this,” she repeated slowly. “That’s not … will you tell me what you do remember? You’ve done me a favour, I’d like to return it.”

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

iamthefirechild:

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)

Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”

“That’s a valid point. Would you have done the same for a guy?” Her tone was idly curious, lacking any sense of feminist challenge.

“Yes. If I thought he was too drunk to fully consent, I would. I will admit it is more likely if the guy is hitting on mostly men, but I would try to convince him to get a cab home or let him stay at my room,” Ross responded honestly, meaning every word of it. Usually though, he was gone with whatever partner he’d picked for the night before anyone else in any bar was trashed.

“Well aren’t you just a hero then?” Summer murmured. “Is that sort of thing how you got hurt?” She nodded to his legs, which so clearly pained him. “Not everyone wants to be rescued from themselves.”

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

iamthefirechild:

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)

Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”

She shook her head at the cloth, though one eyebrow arched briefly at his limp. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted. Even drunk I can take care of myself. Nobody can force me into something I don’t want.”

“Well, you must understand that I wouldn’t know that, since I do not personally know you, after all.” Ross pointed out as he limped his way back to the bathroom to hang the cloth to dry.

“I still am glad I played safe. I would have hated to end up reading in the paper a few days from now that you were found dead in a hotel room or a ditch because I hadn’t,” he said with a shrug as he returned and sat back down on the couch, stretching his worse leg, the left one, out on it.

“That’s a valid point. Would you have done the same for a guy?” Her tone was idly curious, lacking any sense of feminist challenge.

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

iamthefirechild:

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)

Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”

Summer pushed herself upright, folding her legs and pushing her hair back over her shoulder. It took a second to get all the strands from underneath her body, and then she accepted the water. Cracking it open, she said, “I’m Summer. Thank you, Isiah.”

“It’s no problem, Summer. I just didn’t want you to end up leaving with someone who wasn’t the right sort and would do things you didn’t want. You weren’t sober enough to give consent, so I didn’t want you to end up being forced into something and unable to stop it,” he said with a shrug, pushing himself up and limping to the bathroom and getting a cloth and dampening it and bringing it back to her, knowing it would help with the headache.

She shook her head at the cloth, though one eyebrow arched briefly at his limp. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted. Even drunk I can take care of myself. Nobody can force me into something I don’t want.”

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

iamthefirechild:

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)

Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”

Whoops. Should she not have noticed? Sometimes it was hard to separate things anybody paying attention could figure out from things only the ability to look into their heart could reveal. Summer shoved the pillow up against the headboard and looked up at the guy with one green eye.

“You,” she said, “are a remarkable person. Whose name I do not remember.”

Isiah smiled encouragingly at the woman, offering her the bottle of water.

“Figured you might not. My name is Isiah. You weren’t clear with yours last night either,” he pointed out.

Summer pushed herself upright, folding her legs and pushing her hair back over her shoulder. It took a second to get all the strands from underneath her body, and then she accepted the water. Cracking it open, she said, “I’m Summer. Thank you, Isiah.”

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

iamthefirechild:

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)

Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”

“I hit on you,” Summer said, into the pillow. His footsteps sounded funny, and after a moment she decided it had something to do with that pain he was feeling. “I hit on you, and you’re gay, and I was really drunk. I’m /such/ an idiot sometimes.”

“That obvious that I’m not too into girls, huh?” he said, trying to make her feel better and laugh. Gingerly he sat down and tried to coax her out from under the pillow.

“Come now, it’s alright. You hit on a lot of people last night, you weren’t sober, it’s fine, I’m not mad.” he tried to reassure her, not liking that she was beating herself up over this.

Whoops. Should she not have noticed? Sometimes it was hard to separate things anybody paying attention could figure out from things only the ability to look into their heart could reveal. Summer shoved the pillow up against the headboard and looked up at the guy with one green eye.

“You,” she said, “are a remarkable person. Whose name I do not remember.”

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

iamthefirechild:

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)

Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”

The room was strange. Okay, so maybe Summer had kind of expected that — she’d wanted to drown out those memories in someone else, after all.

But it didn’t feel like she’d succeeded. There was nobody in the double bed but her, and the sheets weren’t rumpled enough to suggest anyone had been in the bed. She thought back to the night before —

— and rolled over, mortified, to hide under the pillow. 

“Oh, god. I’m /so/ sorry.”

Isiah was slightly confused by her apology, heaving himself up and grabbing his cane, limping over to the little fridge and getting a bottle of water and offering it to her. “Why are you apologizing? What’ve you done wrong?” he asked, keeping his voice low.

“I hit on you,” Summer said, into the pillow. His footsteps sounded funny, and after a moment she decided it had something to do with that pain he was feeling. “I hit on you, and you’re gay, and I was really drunk. I’m /such/ an idiot sometimes.”

whydotheykeeptakingmine:

(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)

Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”

The room was strange. Okay, so maybe Summer had kind of expected that — she’d wanted to drown out those memories in someone else, after all.

But it didn’t feel like she’d succeeded. There was nobody in the double bed but her, and the sheets weren’t rumpled enough to suggest anyone had been in the bed. She thought back to the night before —

— and rolled over, mortified, to hide under the pillow. 

“Oh, god. I’m /so/ sorry.”