by Nat Carter
natlet@femgeeks.net
Title: Fascinating
Author: Nat Carter
Fandom: Jurassic Park III
Rating: R, but for language only. Alan has a dirty mouth.
Pairing: Alan/Billy
Archive: Yeah, but if you're not elfin, Bethany, or kaly, let me know.
E-mail: natlet@femgeeks.net
Summary: Alan Grant gets stupid when he gets drunk.
Spoilers: The movie, obviously.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Hmpff.
And this was the last, the last fucking thing in the entire fucking world he
expected to happen. Injuries, blood, fright, he expected all that. Death,
yeah, he expected that too. He had made it off Isla Nublar. Anybody who had
made it off Isla Nublar and didn't expect death around every corner was
fucking insane.
So, yeah, when the Kirbys had asked him to lead their little expedition, he
had expected death, blood, pain. Exploding things. Things trying to rip his
head off. But it was going to fund the dig. His dig. Billy's dig. The dumb
tourists were handing out money in spades, and hell, as long as they didn't
get too close to the ground, everything would be okay, right?
Right. Except the tourists weren't tourists, and everything went to hell and
ended up bad and wrong.
For a while there, he had really believed Billy was gone, and he felt
horrible, because it wasn't true. Billy wasn't anywhere near as bad as the
InGen guys. Those guys were a special kind of twisted. They were evil. Billy
was just young, and optimistic, and broke.
And beautiful.
Fuck. Yeah, he had expected blood and death and pain, had seen all the bad
stuff coming, but he never in his wildest dreams expected to fall in
love--well, at least in lust--with his research assistant. His male research
assistant. His young, beautiful, sexy, intelligent, brave, male research
assistant. Goddamn.
I get rather vulgar when I get drunk, Alan thought, smiling a
little. Although he wouldn't admit it, he also got stupid and impulsive when
he got drunk. Alan looked at his calendar, laying open on the table next to
him, squinting a little to make out the numbers. He smiled when he confirmed
that Billy had been released from the hospital the day before. "'m gonna go
tell him," Alan mumbled to himself, and got shakily to his feet.
*
"Alan. Jesus, you're drunk." The door had been open three seconds and he
could see that. Anybody could see that. People who didn't know Alan Grant
from Adam could see that. Billy took half a step back. "I can't hold you up,
you know." He waved at Alan, who was leaning against the doorframe, grinning
at him. "This arm just healed. It hurts."
"I love you."
Billy frowned. "The fuck? Alan, what are you--come inside, you look
stupid." He reached out, grabbed Alan's shoulder and pulled him inside the
tiny apartment, tipping him onto the couch, then stood over him, frowning.
"Why are you drunk?"
"I love you." He gave a little shrug, a half-smile.
"That's not an excuse, Alan."
"But I love you."
"So you got disgustingly drunk?" Without thinking, Billy sat next to Alan on
the couch. Alan curled up to him immediately, wrapping his arms around
Billy's waist, pressing his face into Billy's sweater. Billy didn't move
away, but didn't move closer. "Alan, how drunk are you?" he asked quietly.
Alan looked up at him. "Pretty drunk," he admitted. "But I, uh. Before. I
loved you before."
"Before you got drunk?"
"Yeah." Alan smiled triumphantly.
Billy smiled back. "Look, Alan...I figured. You're not exactly secretive
about it."
"Whoops," Alan muttered. Billy laughed.
"Whoops is right. But, um, it's okay. Okay? I think...I think I might,
y'know. Feel the same." Billy shrugged, trying not to act nervous.
Another triumphant grin. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. But you're drunk and I'm still hurt, so get any ideas you might have
out of your head. Okay? No, no pouting." He poked Alan gently. "Save 'em for
tomorrow, when you're not drunk."
"Tomorrow, huh?" Alan frowned at Billy. "Promise?"
Billy grinned and hugged him closer. "Promise."
end
