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Title: Morning Coffee
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG (Language)
Fandom: DH4 - Live Free Or Die Hard
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kellifer_fic
Category: John/Matt, Jack/OMC
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment purposes only. No money, no sue.
Notes: Written with permission and set withinpoisontaster's DH4 verse.
Matt isn't sure just how he sees him.
It's fate, gotta be, that makes him look up from his precariously juggled triple-shot, muffin and shoulder bag and see Jack McClane sitting at a window seat in the crowded Starbucks. A minute, hell, ten seconds later and he would have missed him completely because Jack is now standing up, shouldering his own backpack and obviously ready to leave.
He would have also missed Jack planting two hands on the table, leaning forward and kissing the guy on the opposite side. It's a friendly kiss, rather than just being friendly and then Jack's gone, swallowed whole by the press of humanity around him.
Whatever fate is having a laugh today decides to show up again because the guy looks up and across and his eyes catch on Matt and stay. His mouth drops open a little and for a crazy second Matt's wondering just how he would know Jack McClane's current... whatever, when he remembers.
He's not invisible anymore.
Matt had gotten really used to sliding through life without being noticed. The Fire Sale and the bank job after had put paid to that. People would recognise him but usually not know why. He got all kinds of awkward stares and stumbling greetings as folk tried to place where they knew him from, what party, whose kid, what passing acquaintence.
This guy though? This guy would know exactly who Matt was.
He can see it in his mind's eye, Jack and this guy sitting on a couch somewhere watching TV together when Jack's very Hetero Hero Dad plants one on a skinny, bloody kid in the middle of police officers, swat and some amazed press.
Matt realises he's staring and when he finally breaks paralysis long enough to decide to duck and run, it's too late. The guy has a hesitant hand up and is waving him over.
Dammit.
000
"So, hi, um...?" Matt manages to squeak out as he slides into the chair Jack has only just vacated. He's looking at a guy with messy brown hair, large features that would look odd separately but seem to work together and oh christ, apparently Jack and his old man share a type.
Matt resists the very real urge to stab himself with his own muffin, purely because he's not sure the death would be quick enough.
"Stephen," the guy supplies and he looks just about as cornered as Matt currently feels. "You are Matt, right?"
And here, magically, is Matt's out. He can apologise, look like an idiot which he's pretty used to, claim Stephen's mistaken him for someone else and make his escape. Instead his traitorous mouth says, "Yes, um, that's me."
Stephen has an Ipod on the table between them and he's winding the headphone cord around one hand. After the initial eye contact, he's been looking everywhere but at Matt's face. "Okay, I'm pretty much tapped after the whole waving you over thing," Stephen says with a small snort and Matt can't help the almost hysterical giggle that escapes him.
"We don't..." Matt swings his body, ready again to flee. "We can just pretend this never happened. I've never seen you, you've never seen me, we're blissfully unaware of each other."
"I guess," Stephen says, looking wary. "Just... maybe could you not mention... anything about this?"
Suddenly Matt gets it in big flashing neon. Stephen has yet to be told that John McClane is currently aware of his son's... preference. The old man's trip into gayitude or whatever is one thing, but you never know how people will react.
"He knows," Matt blurts and wow, is he ever neck deep. Maybe Jack should have been the one to tell his current partner that he's come out to his father. Matt is really wishing for a do-over for the whole morning. He'd been in bed, snugged under John's arm who had protested quite fervently when he'd made noises about coffee but had grudgingly released him. Why John couldn't have just been a little more insistent that day he'll never know.
That's it. He's blaming John for the whole thing.
"Oh, okay, wow," Stephen says slowly, one hand coming up to rub over the back of his head and leaving his hair dishevelled. He looks up and suddenly he's smiling which throws Matt completely. "Hey, you don't know how glad I am that you exist."
"Sorry?"
"I mean, I know who John McClane is, not that he was Jack's dad when I met him though. I found out and boy, was I expecting to end up buried in a shallow grave somewhere."
Matt ponders that for a second. He doesn't really know what he was thinking when he first kissed John McClane, only that he wanted to. If he'd maybe taken a second to weigh the possible ramifications, he might not have done it. If John had not been so inclined to weedy, pale computer geeks with a yen for trouble, then it could have definitely ended up in shallow grave-land.
Hell, John could've taken out half a city block just to cover it up and nobody would have blinked.
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG (Language)
Fandom: DH4 - Live Free Or Die Hard
By:
kellifer_ficCategory: John/Matt, Jack/OMC
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment purposes only. No money, no sue.
Notes: Written with permission and set within
poisontaster's DH4 verse.Matt isn't sure just how he sees him.
It's fate, gotta be, that makes him look up from his precariously juggled triple-shot, muffin and shoulder bag and see Jack McClane sitting at a window seat in the crowded Starbucks. A minute, hell, ten seconds later and he would have missed him completely because Jack is now standing up, shouldering his own backpack and obviously ready to leave.
He would have also missed Jack planting two hands on the table, leaning forward and kissing the guy on the opposite side. It's a friendly kiss, rather than just being friendly and then Jack's gone, swallowed whole by the press of humanity around him.
Whatever fate is having a laugh today decides to show up again because the guy looks up and across and his eyes catch on Matt and stay. His mouth drops open a little and for a crazy second Matt's wondering just how he would know Jack McClane's current... whatever, when he remembers.
He's not invisible anymore.
Matt had gotten really used to sliding through life without being noticed. The Fire Sale and the bank job after had put paid to that. People would recognise him but usually not know why. He got all kinds of awkward stares and stumbling greetings as folk tried to place where they knew him from, what party, whose kid, what passing acquaintence.
This guy though? This guy would know exactly who Matt was.
He can see it in his mind's eye, Jack and this guy sitting on a couch somewhere watching TV together when Jack's very Hetero Hero Dad plants one on a skinny, bloody kid in the middle of police officers, swat and some amazed press.
Matt realises he's staring and when he finally breaks paralysis long enough to decide to duck and run, it's too late. The guy has a hesitant hand up and is waving him over.
Dammit.
"So, hi, um...?" Matt manages to squeak out as he slides into the chair Jack has only just vacated. He's looking at a guy with messy brown hair, large features that would look odd separately but seem to work together and oh christ, apparently Jack and his old man share a type.
Matt resists the very real urge to stab himself with his own muffin, purely because he's not sure the death would be quick enough.
"Stephen," the guy supplies and he looks just about as cornered as Matt currently feels. "You are Matt, right?"
And here, magically, is Matt's out. He can apologise, look like an idiot which he's pretty used to, claim Stephen's mistaken him for someone else and make his escape. Instead his traitorous mouth says, "Yes, um, that's me."
Stephen has an Ipod on the table between them and he's winding the headphone cord around one hand. After the initial eye contact, he's been looking everywhere but at Matt's face. "Okay, I'm pretty much tapped after the whole waving you over thing," Stephen says with a small snort and Matt can't help the almost hysterical giggle that escapes him.
"We don't..." Matt swings his body, ready again to flee. "We can just pretend this never happened. I've never seen you, you've never seen me, we're blissfully unaware of each other."
"I guess," Stephen says, looking wary. "Just... maybe could you not mention... anything about this?"
Suddenly Matt gets it in big flashing neon. Stephen has yet to be told that John McClane is currently aware of his son's... preference. The old man's trip into gayitude or whatever is one thing, but you never know how people will react.
"He knows," Matt blurts and wow, is he ever neck deep. Maybe Jack should have been the one to tell his current partner that he's come out to his father. Matt is really wishing for a do-over for the whole morning. He'd been in bed, snugged under John's arm who had protested quite fervently when he'd made noises about coffee but had grudgingly released him. Why John couldn't have just been a little more insistent that day he'll never know.
That's it. He's blaming John for the whole thing.
"Oh, okay, wow," Stephen says slowly, one hand coming up to rub over the back of his head and leaving his hair dishevelled. He looks up and suddenly he's smiling which throws Matt completely. "Hey, you don't know how glad I am that you exist."
"Sorry?"
"I mean, I know who John McClane is, not that he was Jack's dad when I met him though. I found out and boy, was I expecting to end up buried in a shallow grave somewhere."
Matt ponders that for a second. He doesn't really know what he was thinking when he first kissed John McClane, only that he wanted to. If he'd maybe taken a second to weigh the possible ramifications, he might not have done it. If John had not been so inclined to weedy, pale computer geeks with a yen for trouble, then it could have definitely ended up in shallow grave-land.
Hell, John could've taken out half a city block just to cover it up and nobody would have blinked.