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camalyng) wrote in greenstickered2014-08-09 01:20 am
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Uncharted (Infinity Plays): And After All
Title: And After All
What: Uncharted fanfiction - short story
Rating: PG (sex mention)
Words: ~550
Summary: You finally find the right chord, and from there trip fairly easily into the next chord, which was only two more fingers, and then the rest of the verse. Cutter groans. "'Wonderwall'? Really?"
Note: Title from, you guessed it, "Wonderwall" by Oasis. I... may have written this entirely for Harry only being able to play "Wonderwall".
While Cutter picks out some moody guitar solo behind you, you look out the window. You knew Chloe likes this city, so it's your first time in London for anything longer than a layover in years. It had stung having to stay out of your own hometown, but it had worked, and you're not sure you could have reached this tentative truce with her if you hadn't had those years apart.
Well, maybe she's regretting it now: You may not feel physical touch but you can still feel someone's gaze on you, and when you turn around, she's staring at you with a frown somewhere between confused and irritated.
"Sorry, mate, that's her seat," says Cutter, a note of amusement in his voice.
"Oh, right," you say, shifting away to a chair. She immediately sits on the windowsill, looking primly at you. "Sorry."
When the two of you had worked together in London before, it had always been in public or at your place, and after finding Nate, it was all places neither of you had a claim to. It feels weird to be in her space (well, hers and Cutter's), almost invasive. But they'd offered you a bed overnight after your flight home was cancelled, and you'd rather pay with a little awkwardness than cash.
The kettle whistles, and Cutter sets the guitar aside to go deal with it. Curious, you go to the couch he'd been sitting on and pick up the guitar. It's been a long time since you've played, and you were never as good as he's just revealed himself to be, but even you can tell this is a nice guitar.
"You play?" Chloe asks, one eyebrow raised.
"Not really," you admit, poking around the fretboard trying to remember a chord. It was one finger; it shouldn't be this hard to find. "One song."
You finally find the right chord, and from there trip fairly easily into the next chord, which was only two more fingers, and then the rest of the verse. Returning with three mugs of tea on a tray, Cutter groans. "'Wonderwall'? Really?"
"I learned it to impress a girl in sixth form," you say defensively. Hell, you're surprised you still remember it over twenty years later.
"Did it work?" asks Chloe.
"Well, I lost my virginity to her, so..."
Chloe looks faintly nauseated, but Cutter laughs as he brings her the tea. She waves him off. "No, I need to get the mental image of teenaged Harry playing 'Wonderwall' to some unfortunate girl out of my head first."
"It was her favorite song," you insist, before crooning, "Because maybeeeeeeeeeeee..."
"That's quite enough of that," says Cutter, his grin betraying his stern tone. He holds out the tray for you, and you carefully lay the guitar on the couch next to you and take a mug. As you lift it to your mouth, he adds, "I'd give it a moment -"
You raise an eyebrow and maintain perfect eye contact as you take a long drink of tea without so much as blinking. Huh, that actually feels a little bit warm. No wonder he was worried.
"Oh, you're just showing off now," he says, rolling his eyes, but he's definitely impressed; you can feel it.
"What, like you weren't on the guitar?"
What: Uncharted fanfiction - short story
Rating: PG (sex mention)
Words: ~550
Summary: You finally find the right chord, and from there trip fairly easily into the next chord, which was only two more fingers, and then the rest of the verse. Cutter groans. "'Wonderwall'? Really?"
Note: Title from, you guessed it, "Wonderwall" by Oasis. I... may have written this entirely for Harry only being able to play "Wonderwall".
While Cutter picks out some moody guitar solo behind you, you look out the window. You knew Chloe likes this city, so it's your first time in London for anything longer than a layover in years. It had stung having to stay out of your own hometown, but it had worked, and you're not sure you could have reached this tentative truce with her if you hadn't had those years apart.
Well, maybe she's regretting it now: You may not feel physical touch but you can still feel someone's gaze on you, and when you turn around, she's staring at you with a frown somewhere between confused and irritated.
"Sorry, mate, that's her seat," says Cutter, a note of amusement in his voice.
"Oh, right," you say, shifting away to a chair. She immediately sits on the windowsill, looking primly at you. "Sorry."
When the two of you had worked together in London before, it had always been in public or at your place, and after finding Nate, it was all places neither of you had a claim to. It feels weird to be in her space (well, hers and Cutter's), almost invasive. But they'd offered you a bed overnight after your flight home was cancelled, and you'd rather pay with a little awkwardness than cash.
The kettle whistles, and Cutter sets the guitar aside to go deal with it. Curious, you go to the couch he'd been sitting on and pick up the guitar. It's been a long time since you've played, and you were never as good as he's just revealed himself to be, but even you can tell this is a nice guitar.
"You play?" Chloe asks, one eyebrow raised.
"Not really," you admit, poking around the fretboard trying to remember a chord. It was one finger; it shouldn't be this hard to find. "One song."
You finally find the right chord, and from there trip fairly easily into the next chord, which was only two more fingers, and then the rest of the verse. Returning with three mugs of tea on a tray, Cutter groans. "'Wonderwall'? Really?"
"I learned it to impress a girl in sixth form," you say defensively. Hell, you're surprised you still remember it over twenty years later.
"Did it work?" asks Chloe.
"Well, I lost my virginity to her, so..."
Chloe looks faintly nauseated, but Cutter laughs as he brings her the tea. She waves him off. "No, I need to get the mental image of teenaged Harry playing 'Wonderwall' to some unfortunate girl out of my head first."
"It was her favorite song," you insist, before crooning, "Because maybeeeeeeeeeeee..."
"That's quite enough of that," says Cutter, his grin betraying his stern tone. He holds out the tray for you, and you carefully lay the guitar on the couch next to you and take a mug. As you lift it to your mouth, he adds, "I'd give it a moment -"
You raise an eyebrow and maintain perfect eye contact as you take a long drink of tea without so much as blinking. Huh, that actually feels a little bit warm. No wonder he was worried.
"Oh, you're just showing off now," he says, rolling his eyes, but he's definitely impressed; you can feel it.
"What, like you weren't on the guitar?"