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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: What I’d Say
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fic
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos + Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG for some language
Word Count: 1,087
Summary: Zayne is suffering from a bit of uncharacteristic heartache. He turns to his iPod for solace.
Author’s Notes: Written for the October song challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words. The song I chose was What I’d Say, originally performed by Earl Thomas Conley but, since I find it hard to believe Zayne would be listening to 1980’s-era country, I choose to believe he has Gary Allan’s remake on his iPod. Also, near the end, I threw in a bit from one of my current favorite songs, Better in Boots by Tyler Farr (unlike our two detectives, I AM a fan of country music – I blame it on Texas, just like Mark Chesnutt). Lastly, because I’m a dork and because I’ve also spent some time in Texas, I’ve always wanted a pair of Lucchese boots, so I went searching for something for Reyes to drool over and found these.
Despite being from Texas, Zayne held no real love for country music. Now, he didn’t hate it, not really – to be quite honest, it was a thousand times better than whatever that crap was that Zeklos forced him to listen to regularly – but it wasn’t like he was about to go buy tickets to a Kenny Chesney concert tomorrow or anything.
That being said, nothing hit the spot better than a good old fashioned country song when your heart was breaking in two.
Knocking back the last bits of beer, Zayne set the bottle on the kitchen counter and fiddled with his iPod. Since having met Hilary, he’d collected quite an assortment of unrelated music. He’d even made himself a small, unnamed playlist that he never let anyone have access to. That was the one he pulled up and set to playing.
The first song randomly shuffled made Zayne wince. It was entirely too sappy and he had no idea what had ever possessed him to buy it in the first place. He shook his head. Who would be calling an old girlfriend after having had too much to drink declaring he needed her now? Not this boy, he told himself. No, Zayne was quite the opposite when he’d been drinking. Even Zeklos would agree that instead of pining for a lost love, he’d be out finding himself the next ex-Mrs-Reyes.
Skipping that song, he hit the next button four times until something familiar tickled at his brain. He knew this song and yet, he couldn’t quite place it either.
Talkin' to the mirror and whisperin' your name
Just like you were here, you’d think I was insane
“Argh,” he groaned, storming out of the small living room and into the kitchen. Unfortunately, his apartment was entirely too small to get away from anything that easily. Rummaging in the fridge for a second beer, he found one hiding behind the milk and retrieved it. He’d taken three steps back into the living room when the chorus kicked in, stopping his heart right in his chest.
How's it going? It might be what I'd say
You broke my heart you know or it looks like rain today
Or maybe, God I missed you, since You went away
You're lookin' well or go to Hell, might be what I'd say
“This is why I hate country music,” he muttered to the empty room. But, instead of going over to his iPod, happily docked and connected to his stereo, Zayne continued to listen to the heart-wrenching lyrics and allowed himself to wallow in the pain that they brought.
Why was he having such a hard time with this breakup? It’s not like he and Hil didn’t have a complicated relationship to begin with, right? They never managed to stay together for more than a couple months at a time as it was. Maybe it was Zek’s fault for actually having a boyfriend. That in itself was an odd thought and one that made Zayne frown. Although the damn narco was beginning to grow on him, he still wasn’t sure if Rosewood was the right guy for Zeklos. He’d know in time, he figured. Zayne just prayed it wasn’t too late by the time he figured it out. His partner had gone much too long without someone he could cozy up with like that, so, even against his better judgement, Reyes hoped that it worked out for them. For all of them, himself included.
I love you and I hate you, all at the same time
I pray that you’ll come back to me before I lose my mind
“That sounds too much like something Zeklos would say,” Reyes chuckled. “God, I need to get out of this house. But first, I need to get rid of this god forsaken song.”
Striding over to the stereo, Zayne messed with his iPod until he found another country song, one much more up-tempo than the last. It was by one of the newer male artists, one of the ones that even real country fans confused with someone else, but it appealed to him all the same. Two chords in and he was already feeling better.
We ain't gotta worry 'bout gettin' dirty
We can do whatever we want
Baby, put your Luccheses on
“Yeah,” Zayne laughed, shaking his head at his own ridiculousness. “As if I can afford a pair of Luccese boots.”
“No,” a thickly accented voice said from the entryway. “But I can.”
Zayne whirled around and met his partner’s inquisitive blue eyes head on. “You gonna buy me a pair of boots that cost two grand?”
Zeklos blinked. “Good lord, Zayne. What are they made out of? Unicorn hide?”
“Nah,” Reyes grinned. “Pirarucu.”
“I – never mind,” Zeklos sighed.
Girl, you got me so hooked
Ain't nothin' ever looked better in boots
“You know,” Andrej said, leaving the entryway and coming to stand in front of Zayne’s stereo. “I’m not generally a fan of this music, but I like something I can relate to.”
“I really hate when you tease me,” Reyes huffed, grinning inwardly. “Is there a reason why you’re here?”
“Trish told me you and Hilary have called it quits.”
The ‘again’ was left unspoken, but Reyes could feel it resonate between them. “And?”
Zeklos shrugged. “And I thought I’d do the right thing and come make sure you were okay.”
Zayne spluttered. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“Don’t honestly know,” Andrej said, watching Zayne closely. “But Trish thought I ought to be concerned so here I am. Being concerned for your well-being. It’s what partners do, right?”
One thing was for sure, this guy was about to punch his partner in the jaw if he didn’t shut up. But he did have to admit that Zeklos’ concern – feigned or otherwise – was touching. “Yeah, it’s what partners do, Zek. But FYI? If that jackass narco breaks your heart, don’t expect me to come hold your hand. Got it?”
“No? Then what will you be doing while I’m sobbing my proverbial eyes out, Reyes?”
The mischievious twinkle in Zeklos’ eyes was the end of him in that moment. “I’d be out beating the shit out of the little punk, what else? Because that, my friend, is also what partners do.”
“Well then,” Andrej chuckled. “Note to self: never tell Reyes about any relationship problems James and I might be having. Got it.”
“Come on, you dorky little weirdo, let’s go get a pizza. I’m sick of being in this house.”
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fic
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos + Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG for some language
Word Count: 1,087
Summary: Zayne is suffering from a bit of uncharacteristic heartache. He turns to his iPod for solace.
Author’s Notes: Written for the October song challenge at
1_million_words. The song I chose was What I’d Say, originally performed by Earl Thomas Conley but, since I find it hard to believe Zayne would be listening to 1980’s-era country, I choose to believe he has Gary Allan’s remake on his iPod. Also, near the end, I threw in a bit from one of my current favorite songs, Better in Boots by Tyler Farr (unlike our two detectives, I AM a fan of country music – I blame it on Texas, just like Mark Chesnutt). Lastly, because I’m a dork and because I’ve also spent some time in Texas, I’ve always wanted a pair of Lucchese boots, so I went searching for something for Reyes to drool over and found these.Despite being from Texas, Zayne held no real love for country music. Now, he didn’t hate it, not really – to be quite honest, it was a thousand times better than whatever that crap was that Zeklos forced him to listen to regularly – but it wasn’t like he was about to go buy tickets to a Kenny Chesney concert tomorrow or anything.
That being said, nothing hit the spot better than a good old fashioned country song when your heart was breaking in two.
Knocking back the last bits of beer, Zayne set the bottle on the kitchen counter and fiddled with his iPod. Since having met Hilary, he’d collected quite an assortment of unrelated music. He’d even made himself a small, unnamed playlist that he never let anyone have access to. That was the one he pulled up and set to playing.
The first song randomly shuffled made Zayne wince. It was entirely too sappy and he had no idea what had ever possessed him to buy it in the first place. He shook his head. Who would be calling an old girlfriend after having had too much to drink declaring he needed her now? Not this boy, he told himself. No, Zayne was quite the opposite when he’d been drinking. Even Zeklos would agree that instead of pining for a lost love, he’d be out finding himself the next ex-Mrs-Reyes.
Skipping that song, he hit the next button four times until something familiar tickled at his brain. He knew this song and yet, he couldn’t quite place it either.
Talkin' to the mirror and whisperin' your name
Just like you were here, you’d think I was insane
“Argh,” he groaned, storming out of the small living room and into the kitchen. Unfortunately, his apartment was entirely too small to get away from anything that easily. Rummaging in the fridge for a second beer, he found one hiding behind the milk and retrieved it. He’d taken three steps back into the living room when the chorus kicked in, stopping his heart right in his chest.
How's it going? It might be what I'd say
You broke my heart you know or it looks like rain today
Or maybe, God I missed you, since You went away
You're lookin' well or go to Hell, might be what I'd say
“This is why I hate country music,” he muttered to the empty room. But, instead of going over to his iPod, happily docked and connected to his stereo, Zayne continued to listen to the heart-wrenching lyrics and allowed himself to wallow in the pain that they brought.
Why was he having such a hard time with this breakup? It’s not like he and Hil didn’t have a complicated relationship to begin with, right? They never managed to stay together for more than a couple months at a time as it was. Maybe it was Zek’s fault for actually having a boyfriend. That in itself was an odd thought and one that made Zayne frown. Although the damn narco was beginning to grow on him, he still wasn’t sure if Rosewood was the right guy for Zeklos. He’d know in time, he figured. Zayne just prayed it wasn’t too late by the time he figured it out. His partner had gone much too long without someone he could cozy up with like that, so, even against his better judgement, Reyes hoped that it worked out for them. For all of them, himself included.
I love you and I hate you, all at the same time
I pray that you’ll come back to me before I lose my mind
“That sounds too much like something Zeklos would say,” Reyes chuckled. “God, I need to get out of this house. But first, I need to get rid of this god forsaken song.”
Striding over to the stereo, Zayne messed with his iPod until he found another country song, one much more up-tempo than the last. It was by one of the newer male artists, one of the ones that even real country fans confused with someone else, but it appealed to him all the same. Two chords in and he was already feeling better.
We ain't gotta worry 'bout gettin' dirty
We can do whatever we want
Baby, put your Luccheses on
“Yeah,” Zayne laughed, shaking his head at his own ridiculousness. “As if I can afford a pair of Luccese boots.”
“No,” a thickly accented voice said from the entryway. “But I can.”
Zayne whirled around and met his partner’s inquisitive blue eyes head on. “You gonna buy me a pair of boots that cost two grand?”
Zeklos blinked. “Good lord, Zayne. What are they made out of? Unicorn hide?”
“Nah,” Reyes grinned. “Pirarucu.”
“I – never mind,” Zeklos sighed.
Girl, you got me so hooked
Ain't nothin' ever looked better in boots
“You know,” Andrej said, leaving the entryway and coming to stand in front of Zayne’s stereo. “I’m not generally a fan of this music, but I like something I can relate to.”
“I really hate when you tease me,” Reyes huffed, grinning inwardly. “Is there a reason why you’re here?”
“Trish told me you and Hilary have called it quits.”
The ‘again’ was left unspoken, but Reyes could feel it resonate between them. “And?”
Zeklos shrugged. “And I thought I’d do the right thing and come make sure you were okay.”
Zayne spluttered. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“Don’t honestly know,” Andrej said, watching Zayne closely. “But Trish thought I ought to be concerned so here I am. Being concerned for your well-being. It’s what partners do, right?”
One thing was for sure, this guy was about to punch his partner in the jaw if he didn’t shut up. But he did have to admit that Zeklos’ concern – feigned or otherwise – was touching. “Yeah, it’s what partners do, Zek. But FYI? If that jackass narco breaks your heart, don’t expect me to come hold your hand. Got it?”
“No? Then what will you be doing while I’m sobbing my proverbial eyes out, Reyes?”
The mischievious twinkle in Zeklos’ eyes was the end of him in that moment. “I’d be out beating the shit out of the little punk, what else? Because that, my friend, is also what partners do.”
“Well then,” Andrej chuckled. “Note to self: never tell Reyes about any relationship problems James and I might be having. Got it.”
“Come on, you dorky little weirdo, let’s go get a pizza. I’m sick of being in this house.”
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Date: 2015-11-04 11:59 pm (UTC)I LOVE THESE TWO. (not that I haven't told you before).
I'm still rubbing my hands eagerly for the you-know-what, but this is lovely in between times! ;-)
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Date: 2015-11-05 12:40 am (UTC)Yes, you have, but I NEVER GET TIRED OF HEARING IT.
Hah. THAT particular story is my goal for November. If I keep going like I have been, it should be done in the next week or so. I'm really glad you like this though, because it kind of works as a lead-in to what I'm working on now. :)