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Title: Waiting for the Moon to Start Shining
Pairing: Hiro/Ando
Rating: PG
Summary: Ando feels Hiro's absence grow with each passing day.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Title: Waiting For the Moon to Start Shining
I miss you.
It’s what Ando tells the silence every time he’s watching one of those science fiction shows that Hiro loves so much and he feels the absence at the opposite side of the sofa, or when he's sitting in his cubicle forty minutes into his shift and Hiro doesn't appear with his usual over-excited grin to tell him about the latest cool thing he‘s discovered. He still goes out, much like he used to, and gets a drink with his office mates, but he can’t keep from staring at the chair across the table that Hiro isn’t sitting in. The same desolation stalks him everywhere he and Hiro used to frequent: the movie theater, the little place where they always went to lunch, the comic store, the park near his apartment. It's been four months since Hiro vanished in front of him and he feels the weight of each and every one of those days choke the air out of him. Sometimes, when he's alone, he sits still, closes his eyes, and tries to reach out for a familiar ripple in the air, the slight wavering in space that plucks at his skin each time Hiro teleports them. He wishes for it so badly that sometimes he actually thinks he feels it, but it’s no more than a mirage fabricated by an exhausted mind.
A fear grows in his being. What if Hiro's power is failing again and he can't get back? What if he's trapped in whatever time he ended up in, unable to get even the smallest message back to him? What if… what if he's dead? He doesn’t allow the thought to linger for even a second before forcing it away, terrified. Yet the days trickle by, calendar page by calendar page, and Hiro isn't there to greet him when he pours his cup of morning coffee. He lies awake in the confines of his bed staring up into the dark with an unheeded wish despairing in his heart.
I love you.
He says it once, hoping that somehow it might be conveyed through the space continuum to wherever Hiro is. It’s stupid, hoping for something like that, but maybe if Hiro hears it, if he knows what truly lies in Ando’s heart, he’ll come back. He’ll overcome whatever obstacle is keeping him away and come back to him. He must keep believing that Hiro will return, he must, even though the hope is festering a hole in his heart. What else can he do?
Pairing: Hiro/Ando
Rating: PG
Summary: Ando feels Hiro's absence grow with each passing day.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Title: Waiting For the Moon to Start Shining
I miss you.
It’s what Ando tells the silence every time he’s watching one of those science fiction shows that Hiro loves so much and he feels the absence at the opposite side of the sofa, or when he's sitting in his cubicle forty minutes into his shift and Hiro doesn't appear with his usual over-excited grin to tell him about the latest cool thing he‘s discovered. He still goes out, much like he used to, and gets a drink with his office mates, but he can’t keep from staring at the chair across the table that Hiro isn’t sitting in. The same desolation stalks him everywhere he and Hiro used to frequent: the movie theater, the little place where they always went to lunch, the comic store, the park near his apartment. It's been four months since Hiro vanished in front of him and he feels the weight of each and every one of those days choke the air out of him. Sometimes, when he's alone, he sits still, closes his eyes, and tries to reach out for a familiar ripple in the air, the slight wavering in space that plucks at his skin each time Hiro teleports them. He wishes for it so badly that sometimes he actually thinks he feels it, but it’s no more than a mirage fabricated by an exhausted mind.
A fear grows in his being. What if Hiro's power is failing again and he can't get back? What if he's trapped in whatever time he ended up in, unable to get even the smallest message back to him? What if… what if he's dead? He doesn’t allow the thought to linger for even a second before forcing it away, terrified. Yet the days trickle by, calendar page by calendar page, and Hiro isn't there to greet him when he pours his cup of morning coffee. He lies awake in the confines of his bed staring up into the dark with an unheeded wish despairing in his heart.
I love you.
He says it once, hoping that somehow it might be conveyed through the space continuum to wherever Hiro is. It’s stupid, hoping for something like that, but maybe if Hiro hears it, if he knows what truly lies in Ando’s heart, he’ll come back. He’ll overcome whatever obstacle is keeping him away and come back to him. He must keep believing that Hiro will return, he must, even though the hope is festering a hole in his heart. What else can he do?