Undertow | By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 1328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: - Those Eyes Are Not For Hurting
Author: - Katt
E-mail: - kattanon@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: - R
Series: - Undertow Part 7b/?
Feedback: - Like it or loathe it let me know
Archive: - Archived at the Shield Fanfiction Archive
Disclaimers: - I don’t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX. The song "In Your Eyes" is performed and written by Joan Armatrading.
Those Eyes Are Not For Hurting – "Pay In Pain"
"In your eyes
I can see
Something
Something
So sure
In those eyes
As bright as the stars
As blue as the sky
I could die
In your eyes."
He’d tried so hard since that day to avoid Vic. To avoid those piecing blue eyes that seemed to look right into him, right into his soul, and see his secrets. Those same blue eyes that had given him hope, which had looked at him with a fire in their depths that had made him shiver.
He ran away from it because he was a coward, because he was afraid of letting himself fall, and then getting hurt when everything disintegrated around him. It had happened that way far too many times for Dutch to hand over his hopes, and his heart, too easily to someone who could crush them both.
"In your eyes
I can see
Something
Something
So sure
And those eyes
Are not for hurting
You have the power
In those eyes
In those eyes
As bright as the stars
As blue as the sky
I could die
In your eyes."
However, he should’ve known he couldn’t avoid Vic forever. In the small bathroom there had been that feeling of electricity running between them again. It had left him simultaneously wanting to run away as far and as fast as he could, and yet wishing that the moment would never end. That frisson of danger and excitement making him feel reckless.
Dutch winced at his ridiculously mumbled half-invitation to Vic,
"What about you? Going home or…"
What he’d wanted to do was ask Vic for a drink, but he’d been unable to get the words out, afraid of rejection, afraid he’d totally misread the situation, and he’d be met with that Mackey smirk and sarcastic tone of voice, turning him down, making him into a joke. At first he’d thought that was exactly what he was going to get when Vic did turn him down, but then when Vic had showed genuine concern for him, when he’d said,
"…If you need to talk, if you need someone…to be there for you. I’m here."
Dutch had known that Vic felt something for him. He still wasn’t sure exactly what, or how intensely, but there was something there, something more than just the concern of one colleague for another.
Reaching down Dutch gently stroked the spot on the inside of his wrist where Vic’s fingertips had gently caressed the skin. He bit his lip, and closed his eyes, remembering the thrill that had raced through him at that touch, the warmth that had flooded his body, sending a tingle down his spine straight to his crotch. Looking down he wished it wasn’t quite so dark in his car, because he half believed that if he looked he’d see a mark burnt into his flesh where Vic had touched him. He knew he’d feel the ghost of that light touch on his skin for days to come, and that thought made him smile, and feel just a little bit smug, and little bit special, compared to everyone else in the world.
Still smiling slightly Dutch dragged himself back to the present, and gazed across the street at the house he’d come to visit. He felt silly, but he was also desperate. Besides something Frieda had said earlier that day had intrigued him, despite his cynicism,
"You yearn for a young woman who doesn’t yearn after you."
"What, you see I’m not wearing a wedding ring, and figure a guy who shops at the ninety-nine cents store is probably single, and what single guy doesn’t have the hots for some woman out of his league. Is now when I fork over a weeks salary for one of your candles or…"
"She’s someone you work with, or work closely by."
Dutch remembered his own smile, and Claudette’s barely suppressed laughter, as he’d said,
"Come on let’s go."
It had been Frieda’s next words that had led him here tonight in search of answers.
"You’re wasting your time with her you know."
Dutch had turned that sentence over in his head all day wondering just what Frieda had been getting at by saying it. Wondering if she’d meant that Danny, because it was Danny who was Dutch’s unattainable woman after all, would never come to see him as anything but a friend, or if maybe he was wasting his time with her because his happiness was to be found in a pair of intense blue eyes that seemed to promise so much.
"As bright as the stars
As blue as the sky
I could die
In your eyes."
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