Sunday snippet
6 October 2019 03:50 pmAll the cool kids are doing it, so I'll jump in too. This is from "Sound of Silver", a tropey fanfic to a series that literally no one in the entire world has read. (Because it doesn't actually exist, because I never wrote it, ha. And don't @ me about "being a fan of my own stuff", Amy; I know this is technically original, but it's written-in-the-style-of.)
The first thing he sees when he opens the folder is the badge, solid and gleaming. Opposite the badge is an identification card with his name and a picture of a guy who looks a little like Dad, if Dad had a short beard and middling-brown hair instead of almost-black. Jonathan stares at the two objects for several seconds before managing to say, "I'm a cop too?"
"Yeah, you're -- wait a second --"
He can't help interrupting her. "How?"
She just looks puzzled when he glances up at her. "What do you mean, how?"
"It's just -- I mean --" There's a huge reason no one would ever let him be a cop, if they knew, but maybe she doesn't know. But even without that, "There's tests, right? To get in? And my grades …." He fights not to flush with embarrassment. He's at least passing again now, but no one will ever mistake him for a good student. There's no way he'll be able to qualify for anything that requires a test.
Dread of next year rises up, as it always does -- senior year will only be harder, but he has to graduate, because he can't put his parents through another year of tuition, but even if he does, what will he do then? -- but he shoves it back down fiercely. He can't deal with that right now on top of everything else.
"Well, I wasn't there, but you must have done fine, because you've been doing this longer than I have," she says, casually, as if that wasn't just as impossible as everything else she's said so far. "But you said too. Did you remember something about me?"
She must mean from the now version of himself, the older version. "No, you just look like a cop," he says offhandedly, trying to memorize the image of his own name next to a badge like that. He's finally realized that this is probably all just a really weird dream, and he wants to remember this one nice thing from it.
The first thing he sees when he opens the folder is the badge, solid and gleaming. Opposite the badge is an identification card with his name and a picture of a guy who looks a little like Dad, if Dad had a short beard and middling-brown hair instead of almost-black. Jonathan stares at the two objects for several seconds before managing to say, "I'm a cop too?"
"Yeah, you're -- wait a second --"
He can't help interrupting her. "How?"
She just looks puzzled when he glances up at her. "What do you mean, how?"
"It's just -- I mean --" There's a huge reason no one would ever let him be a cop, if they knew, but maybe she doesn't know. But even without that, "There's tests, right? To get in? And my grades …." He fights not to flush with embarrassment. He's at least passing again now, but no one will ever mistake him for a good student. There's no way he'll be able to qualify for anything that requires a test.
Dread of next year rises up, as it always does -- senior year will only be harder, but he has to graduate, because he can't put his parents through another year of tuition, but even if he does, what will he do then? -- but he shoves it back down fiercely. He can't deal with that right now on top of everything else.
"Well, I wasn't there, but you must have done fine, because you've been doing this longer than I have," she says, casually, as if that wasn't just as impossible as everything else she's said so far. "But you said too. Did you remember something about me?"
She must mean from the now version of himself, the older version. "No, you just look like a cop," he says offhandedly, trying to memorize the image of his own name next to a badge like that. He's finally realized that this is probably all just a really weird dream, and he wants to remember this one nice thing from it.