Fiction: Whiskey and Misadventure
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kethniName: Whiskey and Misadventures
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1020
Authors Note: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aurillywho prompted Matt and Captain Norris are (I guess, twin) brothers. Norris and Lapidus were BFFs. So something post-Lost about Frank meeting up with Matt.
This is where I admit that prior to this I’d never watched Lost. I’ve now seen I think six episodes including two from the fourth series. I hope I haven’t stomped on anything too badly.
‘…some ridiculous conspiracy theory.’
Frank smiles at the surprised man stood in the half open doorway. There are plenty of addresses in New York where he wouldn’t have gotten upstairs without passing a doorman or at least entering an access code, but this isn’t that sort of place.
‘I was about to knock but you beat me to it,’ Frank says. He’s trimmed his beard for the occasion, run a comb through his grey locks, and dug out his best brightly coloured shirt only to find the mystery man has, with the exception of a beard, rather stolen his look. ‘Nice curls, more men should wear their hair longer.’
‘Uh… yes, I rather agree. You must be Frank Lapidus?’
‘Lapidus,’ he corrects good naturedly. ‘I’m looking for Matt Parkman.’
‘He’s just come out of the shower, please come inside. Molly and I are just leaving. I’m Mohinder.’
It’s kind of dark inside, and cramped, but then Frank’s always been a wide open spaces and sunshine kind of a guy. The kid who’s drawn the beach scenes all over the walls has the right idea, sure enough. How anyone stays cooped up in the city is a mystery to him.
Molly’s the kid. Small for her age and watchful, like she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. No sign of any female presence in the room, just the two guys and the kid. Well, Frank’s not one to judge.
‘Did you know Matt’s brother?’ Molly demands.
‘Molly, don’t be rude,’ Mohinder scolds automatically as he brushes down her coat and holds it out to her.
‘Yes Ma’am I had that honour. Seth was a good man and an excellent pilot,’ Frank says congenially.
‘How come he wasn’t called Seth Parkman?’ she asks, squinting up at him as Mohinder tugs her coat sleeve up her arm.
‘None of your business,’ another voice rumbles as Matt Parkman wanders into the room.
He kisses Molly on the forehead and Mohinder on the mouth, but Matt pinks at that and Mohinder wriggles in embarrassment. Still new at things then, Frank reckons. Kinda cute in its way.
‘Have fun,’ Matt says to then and shoots the door behind them as they leave.
He’s about the same build as Seth was, but holds himself differently. Seth was a former air force man and never stopped holding himself that way. Even off duty he was always neat and trim whereas Matt seems to be hiding inside his clothes.
‘Can I get you a coffee?’
‘Any chance of you Irishing it up for me?’
Matt rolls his eyes but goes for a small bottle of whiskey hidden on an upper shelf before putting on the kettle. ‘It’s not even lunch time.’
‘Time’s just a concept,’ Frank says, sitting down. ‘Whiskey, on the other hand, is whiskey.’
‘You sound like Mohinder.’ Matt looks back over his shoulder. ‘With the time talk, not the whiskey.’
‘Your boy not a drinker?’
‘We both drink socially I guess, the whiskey is mostly for hot toddies when we’re sick.’ Matt makes the coffee and brings both the mugs, the whiskey, and the sugar over on a tray.
‘I figured maybe it was against his creed with the bottle being hidden away up there,’ Frank explains, pouring a generous measure into his mug.
Matt shakes his head as he sits down and takes his mug. ‘Nah, it’s not against his faith. Although he’s not what you’d call very devout. Mind you neither am I.’ Matt sips his coffee. ‘Seth was always the one more… Did you go see Carol first?’
‘Yeah, yeah.’ Frank raises his eyebrows. ‘Might’ve been good to know that got remarried.’
‘Thought you knew.’
‘Kinda fast wasn’t it?’
‘You disapprove?’ Matt sits back in his chair. ‘It was three years before she even went out on a date.’
‘Not decided,’ Frank says with a lazy.
‘You have to decide if you disapprove?’ Matt laughs.
‘Well… it’s a big decision.’
Frank takes a gulp of his coffee. ‘I’m real sorry if I got you hoping in futile.’
‘I didn’t hope,’ Matt says quietly. ‘He was dead. I knew he was dead.’
‘He didn’t drown!’
Matt shakes his head. ‘It doesn’t matter. Not to me. He was dead. It doesn’t matter to me where he died or how. He died. He was shit scared and then he died.’ He rubs his eyes with his free hand.
‘You don’t know that.’
‘I do. I do. He was my twin brother, Frank, and as soon as he didn’t call Carol to tell her he’d arrived I knew something bad had gone down. I don’t know why it took so long but the next day… the next day I knew he was dead. That he’d died in pain and fear.’ Matt looks away and sips his coffee. ‘I know you meant well. I know you honestly hoped he was still alive.’
‘I should’ve been on that plane,’ Frank says quietly. ‘If it weren’t for me oversleeping…’
‘Coulda, shoulda, woulda.’ Matt shrugs. ‘Life’s not a puzzle, Frank. The pieces don’t all fit together perfectly if you worry at them enough. Stuff happens. Some good stuff, some great stuff, some bad stuff, and some shit stuff. Carol’s husband is a nice enough guy. Seth would’ve wanted her to find a nice guy. He’d be pissed that people were probably thinking he messed up and that’s why the plane crashed but apart from that? Shit happens. He knew that.’
Frank swirls the coffee around in his cup. ‘There’s stuff I could tell you about the crash and the island.’
‘Will it make me happier about my brother dying?’
‘Pretty damn unlikely.’
‘Then I don’t need to hear it. I get that maybe you need to talk about it but please not to me.’ Matt shrugs. ‘I don’t mean to be rude.’
‘You’re not being. I shouldn’t have come,’ Frank says with a shrug.
‘How else am I going to hear all about Seth’s previous misadventures?’ Matt asks with a grin. ‘Those I could stand to hear. Just nothing about his death. Okay?’
‘You got yourself a deal.’
The End
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1020
Authors Note: For
aurillywho prompted Matt and Captain Norris are (I guess, twin) brothers. Norris and Lapidus were BFFs. So something post-Lost about Frank meeting up with Matt.This is where I admit that prior to this I’d never watched Lost. I’ve now seen I think six episodes including two from the fourth series. I hope I haven’t stomped on anything too badly.
‘…some ridiculous conspiracy theory.’
Frank smiles at the surprised man stood in the half open doorway. There are plenty of addresses in New York where he wouldn’t have gotten upstairs without passing a doorman or at least entering an access code, but this isn’t that sort of place.
‘I was about to knock but you beat me to it,’ Frank says. He’s trimmed his beard for the occasion, run a comb through his grey locks, and dug out his best brightly coloured shirt only to find the mystery man has, with the exception of a beard, rather stolen his look. ‘Nice curls, more men should wear their hair longer.’
‘Uh… yes, I rather agree. You must be Frank Lapidus?’
‘Lapidus,’ he corrects good naturedly. ‘I’m looking for Matt Parkman.’
‘He’s just come out of the shower, please come inside. Molly and I are just leaving. I’m Mohinder.’
It’s kind of dark inside, and cramped, but then Frank’s always been a wide open spaces and sunshine kind of a guy. The kid who’s drawn the beach scenes all over the walls has the right idea, sure enough. How anyone stays cooped up in the city is a mystery to him.
Molly’s the kid. Small for her age and watchful, like she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. No sign of any female presence in the room, just the two guys and the kid. Well, Frank’s not one to judge.
‘Did you know Matt’s brother?’ Molly demands.
‘Molly, don’t be rude,’ Mohinder scolds automatically as he brushes down her coat and holds it out to her.
‘Yes Ma’am I had that honour. Seth was a good man and an excellent pilot,’ Frank says congenially.
‘How come he wasn’t called Seth Parkman?’ she asks, squinting up at him as Mohinder tugs her coat sleeve up her arm.
‘None of your business,’ another voice rumbles as Matt Parkman wanders into the room.
He kisses Molly on the forehead and Mohinder on the mouth, but Matt pinks at that and Mohinder wriggles in embarrassment. Still new at things then, Frank reckons. Kinda cute in its way.
‘Have fun,’ Matt says to then and shoots the door behind them as they leave.
He’s about the same build as Seth was, but holds himself differently. Seth was a former air force man and never stopped holding himself that way. Even off duty he was always neat and trim whereas Matt seems to be hiding inside his clothes.
‘Can I get you a coffee?’
‘Any chance of you Irishing it up for me?’
Matt rolls his eyes but goes for a small bottle of whiskey hidden on an upper shelf before putting on the kettle. ‘It’s not even lunch time.’
‘Time’s just a concept,’ Frank says, sitting down. ‘Whiskey, on the other hand, is whiskey.’
‘You sound like Mohinder.’ Matt looks back over his shoulder. ‘With the time talk, not the whiskey.’
‘Your boy not a drinker?’
‘We both drink socially I guess, the whiskey is mostly for hot toddies when we’re sick.’ Matt makes the coffee and brings both the mugs, the whiskey, and the sugar over on a tray.
‘I figured maybe it was against his creed with the bottle being hidden away up there,’ Frank explains, pouring a generous measure into his mug.
Matt shakes his head as he sits down and takes his mug. ‘Nah, it’s not against his faith. Although he’s not what you’d call very devout. Mind you neither am I.’ Matt sips his coffee. ‘Seth was always the one more… Did you go see Carol first?’
‘Yeah, yeah.’ Frank raises his eyebrows. ‘Might’ve been good to know that got remarried.’
‘Thought you knew.’
‘Kinda fast wasn’t it?’
‘You disapprove?’ Matt sits back in his chair. ‘It was three years before she even went out on a date.’
‘Not decided,’ Frank says with a lazy.
‘You have to decide if you disapprove?’ Matt laughs.
‘Well… it’s a big decision.’
Frank takes a gulp of his coffee. ‘I’m real sorry if I got you hoping in futile.’
‘I didn’t hope,’ Matt says quietly. ‘He was dead. I knew he was dead.’
‘He didn’t drown!’
Matt shakes his head. ‘It doesn’t matter. Not to me. He was dead. It doesn’t matter to me where he died or how. He died. He was shit scared and then he died.’ He rubs his eyes with his free hand.
‘You don’t know that.’
‘I do. I do. He was my twin brother, Frank, and as soon as he didn’t call Carol to tell her he’d arrived I knew something bad had gone down. I don’t know why it took so long but the next day… the next day I knew he was dead. That he’d died in pain and fear.’ Matt looks away and sips his coffee. ‘I know you meant well. I know you honestly hoped he was still alive.’
‘I should’ve been on that plane,’ Frank says quietly. ‘If it weren’t for me oversleeping…’
‘Coulda, shoulda, woulda.’ Matt shrugs. ‘Life’s not a puzzle, Frank. The pieces don’t all fit together perfectly if you worry at them enough. Stuff happens. Some good stuff, some great stuff, some bad stuff, and some shit stuff. Carol’s husband is a nice enough guy. Seth would’ve wanted her to find a nice guy. He’d be pissed that people were probably thinking he messed up and that’s why the plane crashed but apart from that? Shit happens. He knew that.’
Frank swirls the coffee around in his cup. ‘There’s stuff I could tell you about the crash and the island.’
‘Will it make me happier about my brother dying?’
‘Pretty damn unlikely.’
‘Then I don’t need to hear it. I get that maybe you need to talk about it but please not to me.’ Matt shrugs. ‘I don’t mean to be rude.’
‘You’re not being. I shouldn’t have come,’ Frank says with a shrug.
‘How else am I going to hear all about Seth’s previous misadventures?’ Matt asks with a grin. ‘Those I could stand to hear. Just nothing about his death. Okay?’
‘You got yourself a deal.’
The End
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Date: 2011-11-23 04:27 am (UTC)I think you did great with Frank too, he was one of my favorite characters on Lost :)
Loved the boys adorable reactions after they kissed in front of Frank. So cute!
Loved this <333
RIP Seth <3
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Date: 2011-11-23 06:02 am (UTC)<333
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Date: 2011-11-28 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-28 04:41 pm (UTC)Although its not canon I still like the idea of telepaths being subconsciously aware of each other, and a telepath being aware of someone close to them passing.
<333