Frank Ellis (breatheonembers) wrote in notionsic, @ 2011-06-19 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | frank ellis, john martin, june 2011 |
Who: Frank Ellis and John Martin
When: Sunday, June 19
What: Time to destress in the time honoured way - road trip!
Rating: Medium/high - language
Status: In process
The previous night after John returned home from his family obligation had wrung out just about how Frank had imagined it earlier in the week. The man had stormed in the front door stressed and snarling, a fact eased immediately at the time by meeting him before he got to the living room with a good measure of Scotch in a glass. Once Frank got him to sit on the sofa instead of bounce off the living room walls, the cop had run himself down fairly quickly since he’d been wound so fucking tightly over the dinner all week. They had curled up close - which amounted to the pyro hauling John in and not taking no for an answer - and talked about a lot of nothing (after Frank made sure no one would be coming to haul John in for questioning on a shooting or a domestic dispute involving someone getting stabbed with a salad fork) and once things were on a more even keel, it was off to bed with the both of them with nothing ahead of them for twenty-four hours but a quiet Sunday.
Frank was the first one out of bed Sunday morning with his plans on his mind. He left John to sleep, though he did go start the coffee before he hit the shower. The warm water was good and he indulged longer than he should have, not expecting to emerge and find the bed still occupied. Dressing quickly in the walk-in closet consisted of pulling on a pair of clean shorts and jeans and grabbing one of the depleted store of t-shirts (not that he missed the piles he'd sent off to charity which was shocking to him at first) to toss over his shoulder as he yawned and escaped the bedroom without the man left behind even stirring. It was proof of how exhausting the dinner had been that he was able to move around the main floor of the house without waking John. Admittedly, Frank didn't make much noise in bare feet on the hardwood floors but that had never mattered much before since the idiot badge wasn't able to fully shut down his cop's brain as they'd discovered randomly during one of Frank's not-so-rare insomniac episodes. Once the morning sunlight started to filter through the windows, the concept of sleeping in was normally as foreign to John as relaxation so it was strange to be the one moving around the house like creeping Jesus when there was sunlight outside.
Yet, Frank was aware of the obligations of the job his partner (and how that term amused the hell out of him in their particular context) had and was keenly aware that this day wrestled with determination from the workaholic's schedule was a rare one-of and not to be wasted. Never mind adding in the near fight their misunderstanding had added to the stress. He didn't think there was a chance of the deal they’d struck being reneged on; still, why take a chance? Best to be ready to hit the road once the sleeping dead stirred and he pulled on his shirt, then got the stove started for the warming oven, before ferrying the few supplies he’d need out to the trunk of the Challenger lying in wait in the garage. The black beast was the right car for the day ahead, its horsepower best suited for the roads that would be opening ahead of them, destination unknown whether John liked the idea or not. There was a freedom to be had that was increasingly rare in the world of GPS and A.I. enabled cars that the black toy didn't share and he patted the trunk as he closed it. They would effectively be off the grid for one day, one precious day against the thousands ahead of them and if that didn't sound like the closest thing to heaven in a wired world, Frank wasn't sure what was.