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shattered_fics) wrote2005-01-03 11:47 pm
shattered_fics) wrote2005-01-03 11:47 pm
Entry tags:
The Bathroom
Title: The Bathroom
Rating: PG
Pairing: No Pairings
Summary: What Charlie could've been thinking when he ran to the bathroom.
Warnings: Drug Usage
Length: Mediumish
Chapter: (1/1)
WIP or Complete: Complete
Author Notes: Okay before you tell me it's all wrong, I KNOW! I had written this I want to say about a week or so before the pilot actually came out, and I was one of the few who didn't catch a glimps at it. So don't bug me about the diffences! I know! I wrote this because I was encouraged by Stacey![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tangtrees. Hence why her name is in it.
Charlie sat in his seat biting at his nails. His legs were shaking as he ran his hands through his hair. He looked over his shoulder at the bathrooms, he saw a young girl come out. Turning quickly around he moved his foot in his shoe. His toe brushed against something. He smiled dreamily, as he slouched in his chair.
He cracked his knuckles as another passenger passed his seat. He didn’t even bother looking up at them. He turned around again and looked at the bathroom. No on was even near it. His right hand moved to his seat belt. Charlie looked over in the empty seat next to him; a shadow of an image appeared then faded out. Shaking his head he unbuckled his seat belt.
Shaking he looked back at the bathroom, and found a flight attendant in his way. Looking up he smiled at her. And she smiled at him.
“Is there a problem sir?” She asked kindly.
“No, I’m fine.” Charlie said and looked out the small window.
Making a quick decision he made sure the flight attendant left, he pushed himself out of the chair. He sighed, he was happy he was able to make it out of the chair. Looking up at the bathrooms, he realized how long a walk it would be to get there. Moving his foot, he felt something hit his toe. Heart beating faster he walked quickly to the bathroom.
Grabbing the handle of the closest bathroom he rested his head on the door. He looked back at his seat. It seemed like he had walked a mile to get to the bathroom. Opening the door he quickly stepped in and locked the door tight. Breathing heavily he leaned against the door. Bending over he took of his shoe and tilted it.
A small package rolled to the heel of the shoe. He smiled, as he looked at it. Dumping it into his hand he looked up. He ran his fingers through his hair as he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked down again.
“You shouldn’t do that.” Said a voice.
Charlie looked up and saw a girl sitting cross-legged on the sink. She had shoulder length brown
hair. She was wearing a long sleeved green shirt, and kaki shorts, sneakers and a necklace. Charlie looked over his shoulder at the door that was locked and shut.
“I didn’t come through there.” She laughed.
“Go away!” Charlie said quietly.
“I can’t go away.” She said leaning forward. “I’m your conscience.”
“But your dead Stacey!” Charlie exclaimed.
“That I am.” She said simply “But now I’m here to tell you right from wrong.”
“Your not real!”
“I AM!” She said slowly. “Charlie, I am real. But only to you.”
Charlie looked down at his hand; he was unknowingly rolling the package in his hand. He looked up at the form of the girl sitting on the counter. She was smiling at him. He wished he never came into the bathroom. She hopped off the counter and walked over to him. He felt her cold touch on his hand.
She easily opened his hand and took the package from him. She walked back over to the counter and leaned on it. She looked at the package that she held and looked back up and him and shook her head.
“You just came out of rehab.” She said in disbelief “And you’re going to relapse already?”
“You know me. No self-control. I only went into rehab because you forced me.” Charlie said through gritted teeth.
“Yes,” She said, “I remember that argument. You though you were better than rehab. Mr. Celebrity going
into rehab. It would be on magazine covers and newspapers everywhere.”
“It only happened because you leaked it everywhere.” Charlie said harshly.
“Now now, don’t point fingers.” She said throwing the package up into the air and catching it. “Your good
for nothing publicist leaked it out, told the worse snitch in the biz.” She looked at the amazement in his
face. “That’s right. No one ever told you did they?”
“You liar!” Charlie yelled, he tried to hit her but his hand went through her.
“Nice try.” She said laughing. “But it doesn’t work.”
Charlie smirked at her. “You were always a tricky one”
“Yet, you still loved me.”
“I won’t even comment on that.”
“My, my, how do we get off topic.” She threw the package up into the air. Charlie’s eyes followed it as it landed in her hand. “What are you doing with this?”
“What do you think?” Charlie spat back. “Now that your out of my life I figured why I should get back to my old ways.”
“You go do that and see where it lands you in ten years.” She said turning around and looking in the mirror.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Charlie said walking slowly up behind her.
“Nothing-” She said turning around. “You shouldn’t have this. You’ve been drug free for 5 months.”
“Yeah, and you’ve been dead for how long?” Charlie sneered “ Four months? Isn’t that right? I just waited to make sure you were out of my life for good!”
“I made your life better.” She said forcefully “I made you better.”
“You should know you can’t change a druggie for the better,” Charlie watched her as she threw up the package again. Quickly he reached out and caught it before she could.
“Very well done.” She said clapping. She jumped back onto the counter. “If you continue this way it’ll ruin your life. You can’t live like this forever.”
“Watch me.” Charlie said opening the package, putting the rubber band on his ring finger.
“It’s your life then.” She said. She began to fade away “You’ll never change.”
“Change never happens for the better.” He said quietly.
He looked at the up rolled bag and smiled evilly. Reaching in he pulled out a small piece. He looked at it longingly. He cupped his hand crushing it up he tasted it. Smiling he sniffed the rest. A sensation came over his body and he became weak.
He looked at himself in the mirror. He was sweating and he became shocked at what he had just done. He rolled his eyes back and he remembered the sensation of his drug. He put his hand on the mirror; he smiled as he rested his forehead on the mirror.
Regaining composure he stood up straight. Guilt washed over him, he knew what he did was wrong but he didn’t seem to care. He put his hand on his forehead, and sighed. He looked around the room and made sure there was no sign of the drug. Looking at himself in the mirror again he wiped his forehead with his sleeve. He unlocked the door and quickly walked back to his seat.
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Rating: PG
Pairing: No Pairings
Summary: What Charlie could've been thinking when he ran to the bathroom.
Warnings: Drug Usage
Length: Mediumish
Chapter: (1/1)
WIP or Complete: Complete
Author Notes: Okay before you tell me it's all wrong, I KNOW! I had written this I want to say about a week or so before the pilot actually came out, and I was one of the few who didn't catch a glimps at it. So don't bug me about the diffences! I know! I wrote this because I was encouraged by Stacey
tangtrees. Hence why her name is in it. Charlie sat in his seat biting at his nails. His legs were shaking as he ran his hands through his hair. He looked over his shoulder at the bathrooms, he saw a young girl come out. Turning quickly around he moved his foot in his shoe. His toe brushed against something. He smiled dreamily, as he slouched in his chair.
He cracked his knuckles as another passenger passed his seat. He didn’t even bother looking up at them. He turned around again and looked at the bathroom. No on was even near it. His right hand moved to his seat belt. Charlie looked over in the empty seat next to him; a shadow of an image appeared then faded out. Shaking his head he unbuckled his seat belt.
Shaking he looked back at the bathroom, and found a flight attendant in his way. Looking up he smiled at her. And she smiled at him.
“Is there a problem sir?” She asked kindly.
“No, I’m fine.” Charlie said and looked out the small window.
Making a quick decision he made sure the flight attendant left, he pushed himself out of the chair. He sighed, he was happy he was able to make it out of the chair. Looking up at the bathrooms, he realized how long a walk it would be to get there. Moving his foot, he felt something hit his toe. Heart beating faster he walked quickly to the bathroom.
Grabbing the handle of the closest bathroom he rested his head on the door. He looked back at his seat. It seemed like he had walked a mile to get to the bathroom. Opening the door he quickly stepped in and locked the door tight. Breathing heavily he leaned against the door. Bending over he took of his shoe and tilted it.
A small package rolled to the heel of the shoe. He smiled, as he looked at it. Dumping it into his hand he looked up. He ran his fingers through his hair as he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked down again.
“You shouldn’t do that.” Said a voice.
Charlie looked up and saw a girl sitting cross-legged on the sink. She had shoulder length brown
hair. She was wearing a long sleeved green shirt, and kaki shorts, sneakers and a necklace. Charlie looked over his shoulder at the door that was locked and shut.
“I didn’t come through there.” She laughed.
“Go away!” Charlie said quietly.
“I can’t go away.” She said leaning forward. “I’m your conscience.”
“But your dead Stacey!” Charlie exclaimed.
“That I am.” She said simply “But now I’m here to tell you right from wrong.”
“Your not real!”
“I AM!” She said slowly. “Charlie, I am real. But only to you.”
Charlie looked down at his hand; he was unknowingly rolling the package in his hand. He looked up at the form of the girl sitting on the counter. She was smiling at him. He wished he never came into the bathroom. She hopped off the counter and walked over to him. He felt her cold touch on his hand.
She easily opened his hand and took the package from him. She walked back over to the counter and leaned on it. She looked at the package that she held and looked back up and him and shook her head.
“You just came out of rehab.” She said in disbelief “And you’re going to relapse already?”
“You know me. No self-control. I only went into rehab because you forced me.” Charlie said through gritted teeth.
“Yes,” She said, “I remember that argument. You though you were better than rehab. Mr. Celebrity going
into rehab. It would be on magazine covers and newspapers everywhere.”
“It only happened because you leaked it everywhere.” Charlie said harshly.
“Now now, don’t point fingers.” She said throwing the package up into the air and catching it. “Your good
for nothing publicist leaked it out, told the worse snitch in the biz.” She looked at the amazement in his
face. “That’s right. No one ever told you did they?”
“You liar!” Charlie yelled, he tried to hit her but his hand went through her.
“Nice try.” She said laughing. “But it doesn’t work.”
Charlie smirked at her. “You were always a tricky one”
“Yet, you still loved me.”
“I won’t even comment on that.”
“My, my, how do we get off topic.” She threw the package up into the air. Charlie’s eyes followed it as it landed in her hand. “What are you doing with this?”
“What do you think?” Charlie spat back. “Now that your out of my life I figured why I should get back to my old ways.”
“You go do that and see where it lands you in ten years.” She said turning around and looking in the mirror.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Charlie said walking slowly up behind her.
“Nothing-” She said turning around. “You shouldn’t have this. You’ve been drug free for 5 months.”
“Yeah, and you’ve been dead for how long?” Charlie sneered “ Four months? Isn’t that right? I just waited to make sure you were out of my life for good!”
“I made your life better.” She said forcefully “I made you better.”
“You should know you can’t change a druggie for the better,” Charlie watched her as she threw up the package again. Quickly he reached out and caught it before she could.
“Very well done.” She said clapping. She jumped back onto the counter. “If you continue this way it’ll ruin your life. You can’t live like this forever.”
“Watch me.” Charlie said opening the package, putting the rubber band on his ring finger.
“It’s your life then.” She said. She began to fade away “You’ll never change.”
“Change never happens for the better.” He said quietly.
He looked at the up rolled bag and smiled evilly. Reaching in he pulled out a small piece. He looked at it longingly. He cupped his hand crushing it up he tasted it. Smiling he sniffed the rest. A sensation came over his body and he became weak.
He looked at himself in the mirror. He was sweating and he became shocked at what he had just done. He rolled his eyes back and he remembered the sensation of his drug. He put his hand on the mirror; he smiled as he rested his forehead on the mirror.
Regaining composure he stood up straight. Guilt washed over him, he knew what he did was wrong but he didn’t seem to care. He put his hand on his forehead, and sighed. He looked around the room and made sure there was no sign of the drug. Looking at himself in the mirror again he wiped his forehead with his sleeve. He unlocked the door and quickly walked back to his seat.
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Is Charlie supposed to be a real celeb? Sounds like he'd be Charlie Sheen or something, lol. ;)
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Charlie is Dominic Monaghan's Character on Lost...just in case you didn't know :)
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lol... but then again, Stacey isn't real so I'll forget that right off.
I liked this alot! Its not to much of a stretch from the episode either!! Plus, hey, its fiction, so who cares!
Great job!
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