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FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 30/30
(Anonymous) 2013-07-23 06:22 am (UTC)(link)Reese had spent an entire evening draped over Finch. He'd managed to remain indifferent to the proximity for the first hour or so, but then… He kept feeling Finch's breath against his skin, and he could smell Finch, and the scent wafted over him and it was all he could do to restrain himself from bending down and nuzzling him.
And then he couldn't stop himself from thinking about it. The drug he and Finch unknowingly taken That Night. These kids were the ones making it. "Bliss", they called it. These kids were the ones making it. Of all the…
He tried not to think about about what those kids had said. Because there was no point thinking about it now. But he… "Nobody does stuff they don't want to do under the influence of Bliss. They do the things they've always wanted to do."
Reese's head hurt.
*
Reese camped out in view of the cabin for continued surveillance, and in the morning, Finch finally found the link between Severin and the Marauders. On Facebook.
Sam had been baiting and goading Severin on Facebook for weeks. "Facebook communications are surprisingly hard to retrieve, if you don't already know what you're looking for, Mr. Reese."
Severin, meanwhile, had started paying close attention to Sam's movements, and asking pointed questions.
And so, the week before, Sam had suggested that Severin visit the cabin when half the school staff had their weekend off. And to "make sure not to make a sound until the last second - Rob's surprised face is hilarious."
"He knows Rob will put a gun to his head, Mr. Reese."
*
Things happened very quickly after that. Reese made sure Severin was safe, and talked to all of them. The whole story came tumbling out - they were clandestine prodigies, sure enough, but they were also kids who had no experience with keeping long-term secrets. If anything, the poor things were relieved to finally talk to someone.
"It was when my uncle was arrested." Rob told Reese. "The people he was working for… I think my dad offended them once, and when uncle Frank got arrested, instead of asking my cousins to work for them - all my family members are good with biochem, you know - they approached me. I couldn't say no. You don't say no to Elias."
"And your friends?"
"They found out a year ago. They learned all the necessary biochem on their own, they didn't even tell me. Then one day, in the dining hall… They just announced that they were going to come to the cabin and help me. The cabin set-up was only rudimentary until they came. We fixed it up together. And having them there… It was just so much easier. Not much faster, but just… less boring. Less like the worst thing that ever happened to me." Rob mumbled the last sentence despondently.
"Those are some good friends."
Rob nodded. Tears were welling up in his eyes. "What's going to happen now?"
"Mr. Reese?" Finch said. "I've just spoken with Elias. He has agreed never to bother Rob again, in exchange for a detailed recipe for the Bliss drug."
Reese told Rob this, and gave him the address of the crisis hotline, and resolved to punch Elias in the face next time he saw him.
*
Reese spent a full day in his safe house - the one he'd purchased as untraceably as possible, as per Finch's request - sleeping, and thinking things over.
The things they've always wanted to do.
Reese needed to know, desperately needed to know just how true that was for Finch. The seed of hope was planted in his mind now, and would never go away. But. What was he even supposed to say? "Hey Finch, I was wondering: have you always wanted to get in my pants?"
*
It was dark by the time Reese went to find Finch. The library felt muted and lonely, as though he'd been gone for months.
But Finch wasn't there.
Reese went up to the bookcase, and reached back, behind one of the books, he pressed down. Just to their right, an entire bookshelf swung open, revealing a small bedroom. Reese went in.
It was pouring rain when Finch came back. His hair was wet.
"Mr. Reese, you should know two things." Finch spoke without preamble of any kind. "First, that I have been thinking about this for a long time, and second, that I have had some qualms regarding… Well. Becoming becoming involved romantically as well as professionally is unwise, to say the least. The phrase "putting all one's eggs in one basket" comes to mind. In fact, I -"
Finch suddenly fell silent. Reese had hardly ever seen Finch overwhelmed. It was devastating.
"I believe -" Finch coughed. "I believe my feelings on the matter change daily, if not hourly. As a result," Finch looked up. "My behaviour may have been... inconsistent. I cannot make up my mind, Mr. Reese. But I also think that an analogy about horses and barn doors would be appropriate."
"Finch"
Caring about Finch had wrecked John because it had woken up his feelings. Reese felt as though he was seeing clearly for the first time in years. He could see concern and worry, in Finch's eyes; he knew that if something happened to him, Finch would be hurt. And Reese had never noticed until now, but ever since he'd met Finch, he identified with the marks. He identified with having something to lose.
"Finch," Reese pleaded. "I was confused - you said it was a drug, you didn't say anything else - I thought maybe you wanted me to forget all about it."
Finch stared at the floor. "I've found it difficult to think of anything else, John, I could hardly be hoping that you would…"
"Harold" Reese closed the distance between them.
Finch looked at Reese. He touched him. Then Finch was touching Reese's bare skin, all the places he'd touched before. And John was shocked to find himself abruptly, appallingly, on the verge of tears. He shouldn't have been surprised, really. It was a natural reaction.
Reese felt like he was falling apart. "Harold, I wanted to -"
"Shh, I know." Finch brushed the back of his hand down the side of Reese's face. "I know."
Re: FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 30/30
(Anonymous) 2013-07-23 06:55 am (UTC)(link)I mean Elias is a terrible person and I'm super relieved for Rob (also, still grinning at the parallels, OMG), but mostly -- FEELINGS. Finch and Reese feelings, oh my gosh, they finally talked! About feelings, even! So, no, I cannot even, nothing coherent is going to be said in this comment anymore, Finch is touching Reese's face and everything is beautiful. <3 <3 <3