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rynneWeird fic. Very weird fic. Also short and unbetad because I don't think I'll be posting this anywhere else. It's too weird. :p And completely random, but there you go. Anyway.
Title: We Are Us
Rating: G/PG
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: Remus comes to several realizations.
Watching. Predatory.
Don’t be, please.
“Remus, you want to go to Hogsmeade with us, or are you too busy studying?”
Sighing. Will be.
“NEWTs are in two months, Sirius.”
He is ours, you know, it whispers.
I know, Remus agrees. But I’m studying right now.
These scores that you are so preoccupied about do not matter. He matters. He is ours.
“And you’ve been studying for the past three. Come on, Remus, it’s time you take a break.”
Does he know I am here? it asks.
I don’t know, Remus replies. He might, but I don’t think the dog inside him is like you, so he wouldn’t understand about you and I.
Of course not. Remus gets the mental image of it snorting. But he and the dog are not like we are.
“I can go to Hogsmeade any time, Sirius, but NEWTs end in two months, and I need good scores.”
No you don’t, it corrects him. You need him. We need him.
Why do you need him? Remus asks.
I don’t, it tells him. But I am part of you and you need him and so it is we.
“I’ll help you study later, oh go on, Remus…”
But it is because you are part of me that these scores matter, Remus says. If we were separate, then things wouldn’t be so hard for me, like getting a job.
You are being selfish, it replies. You are thinking of you alone, and I am part of you too. You wouldn’t be you without me.
No, I wouldn’t, Remus concedes.
“Go with James or Peter, Sirius. They don’t care as much about studying as I do.”
Sarcasm, it remarks. How very becoming. It won’t chase him away, you know.
I know, Remus says.
He wouldn’t leave, it continues. Because he is ours.
Not yours, Remus says. Remus knows it very well, and doesn’t want it to have Sirius.
Ours, it repeats. Not mine alone, but yours and mine together. Part of what he is is for me.
“James went with Lily and Peter went with Jennifer. Come on, Remus, I don’t want to go alone!”
He did it for me, Remus insists.
But because of me, it replies. Without me, he wouldn’t have. That part of him belongs to me.
He belongs to himself, Remus says.
So you are denying that he is ours? it asks.
Not yours, Remus says again.
Ours. It is very firm about that. You were not denying it before.
Remus is silent.
“That’s not my problem, Sirius.”
That was cruel, it says. He wants to belong to us.
You don’t know that, Remus says.
Look at him, it tells Remus. Look at him and tell me that he does not want us.
Remus looks. And sees.
“Remus.” Quietly. Eyes trying to hide something and failing.
You can see, it says. You know what you see. And it is for us.
Perhaps for me, Remus says. He feels almost shaken. But not for you.
I am you! it growls. I am you and you are me! Together we are us! What is this preoccupation with I, you, me?
I…I don’t know, Remus says.
No, you do not, it agrees.
“Sirius, I…”
You do not even know what you want to say, it says. You do not know what you want to tell him. Or what he is trying to tell you. He wants us.
That does not mean he wants to belong to us, Remus argues.
With him it is the same, it replies. Because it is him and because it is us, it is the same.
He is not for you! Remus feels almost desperate.
He is for you, it says. Inexorably. And I am you, and so he is for us. Because we are us.
“Remus.” Reaching, almost touching.
He knows that I am you and we are us, it says. Look at him. He knows.
Remus looks, and does not want to see.
And he wants anyway, it continues. He cannot help it. He is ours.
Remus reaches, touches.
“Sirius.”
Ours, Remus whispers, because he sees.
He matters, it says. Because he is ours and wants to be ours, he is so much more than these scores that you think so necessary.
He is, Remus cannot help but agree. Grey eyes. Entrancing grey eyes with secrets coming out of shadows.
You know, it tells him. Do not try to deny it further, because he knows too. I am you and we are us and he is ours.
“Remus, I—”
“No, Sirius.” Smile, and smile returned. “We.”
Title: We Are Us
Rating: G/PG
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: Remus comes to several realizations.
Watching. Predatory.
Don’t be, please.
“Remus, you want to go to Hogsmeade with us, or are you too busy studying?”
Sighing. Will be.
“NEWTs are in two months, Sirius.”
He is ours, you know, it whispers.
I know, Remus agrees. But I’m studying right now.
These scores that you are so preoccupied about do not matter. He matters. He is ours.
“And you’ve been studying for the past three. Come on, Remus, it’s time you take a break.”
Does he know I am here? it asks.
I don’t know, Remus replies. He might, but I don’t think the dog inside him is like you, so he wouldn’t understand about you and I.
Of course not. Remus gets the mental image of it snorting. But he and the dog are not like we are.
“I can go to Hogsmeade any time, Sirius, but NEWTs end in two months, and I need good scores.”
No you don’t, it corrects him. You need him. We need him.
Why do you need him? Remus asks.
I don’t, it tells him. But I am part of you and you need him and so it is we.
“I’ll help you study later, oh go on, Remus…”
But it is because you are part of me that these scores matter, Remus says. If we were separate, then things wouldn’t be so hard for me, like getting a job.
You are being selfish, it replies. You are thinking of you alone, and I am part of you too. You wouldn’t be you without me.
No, I wouldn’t, Remus concedes.
“Go with James or Peter, Sirius. They don’t care as much about studying as I do.”
Sarcasm, it remarks. How very becoming. It won’t chase him away, you know.
I know, Remus says.
He wouldn’t leave, it continues. Because he is ours.
Not yours, Remus says. Remus knows it very well, and doesn’t want it to have Sirius.
Ours, it repeats. Not mine alone, but yours and mine together. Part of what he is is for me.
“James went with Lily and Peter went with Jennifer. Come on, Remus, I don’t want to go alone!”
He did it for me, Remus insists.
But because of me, it replies. Without me, he wouldn’t have. That part of him belongs to me.
He belongs to himself, Remus says.
So you are denying that he is ours? it asks.
Not yours, Remus says again.
Ours. It is very firm about that. You were not denying it before.
Remus is silent.
“That’s not my problem, Sirius.”
That was cruel, it says. He wants to belong to us.
You don’t know that, Remus says.
Look at him, it tells Remus. Look at him and tell me that he does not want us.
Remus looks. And sees.
“Remus.” Quietly. Eyes trying to hide something and failing.
You can see, it says. You know what you see. And it is for us.
Perhaps for me, Remus says. He feels almost shaken. But not for you.
I am you! it growls. I am you and you are me! Together we are us! What is this preoccupation with I, you, me?
I…I don’t know, Remus says.
No, you do not, it agrees.
“Sirius, I…”
You do not even know what you want to say, it says. You do not know what you want to tell him. Or what he is trying to tell you. He wants us.
That does not mean he wants to belong to us, Remus argues.
With him it is the same, it replies. Because it is him and because it is us, it is the same.
He is not for you! Remus feels almost desperate.
He is for you, it says. Inexorably. And I am you, and so he is for us. Because we are us.
“Remus.” Reaching, almost touching.
He knows that I am you and we are us, it says. Look at him. He knows.
Remus looks, and does not want to see.
And he wants anyway, it continues. He cannot help it. He is ours.
Remus reaches, touches.
“Sirius.”
Ours, Remus whispers, because he sees.
He matters, it says. Because he is ours and wants to be ours, he is so much more than these scores that you think so necessary.
He is, Remus cannot help but agree. Grey eyes. Entrancing grey eyes with secrets coming out of shadows.
You know, it tells him. Do not try to deny it further, because he knows too. I am you and we are us and he is ours.
“Remus, I—”
“No, Sirius.” Smile, and smile returned. “We.”
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Date: 2004-06-08 04:04 am (UTC)Yeah, I have nothing intelligent to say, but I love it.
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Date: 2004-06-08 10:19 am (UTC)And I just realized...I have two fics need to get back to you. >.< I'm so sorry...mind's been out of whack lately. Will get them ASAP.
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Date: 2004-06-08 09:54 pm (UTC)Heh, it's all right. I completely understand about minds being out of whack :p.
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