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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-11-09 09:53 pm
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Flack - And the Mind Adjusts
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: And the Mind Adjusts
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack
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csi50 Prompt: 045. City
theatrical_muse Prompt: Topic #204
Content Warning: Seriously AU
Summary: Flack reflects on his new home address.
Author's Note: This is set in theshakeitup_pf'verse. Flack hasn't been in there long, but he wasn't going to let me not write about it for some reason.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Flack was tired. Too tired to try and process much more of what this crazy city had to offer. Truth be told, he was beginning to think that he was losing his mind, and they had shipped him off to the happy farm. He had to be delusional, because stuff like this just didn’t happen.
It didn’t happen.
His altered mind was rationalizing or some shit like that. Taking the surroundings he didn’t want to accept and changing them into something that was more—normal. It had to be a mental ward, that was the only explanation. The walls where he couldn’t leave, the things appearing out of thin air? He was living in his head, and he had to be. Things like this didn’t happen.
Things like this didn’t happen.
He had yet to figure out who everyone stood for in this little dream world of his, and he was too tired to force his brain to try and figure it out. Twenty-one hours on his feet and he was prepared to sleep—or at least attempt to sleep—for a good long time. Luckily for him—he wasn’t on call anymore.
He made his way into the empty apartment, and watched as the walls twisted and morphed around him, forming the familiar setting of his apartment back home. He was surprised at first, wondering if maybe whatever deity it was that controlled this place was trying to comfort him, or this was just one of those things that was affected by the “whatever you wanted…” clause.
He slowly continued to make his way inside, dropping his tie and suit jacket to the floor as he went, following it with his shoes, and by the time he got to the bed he was in little more than his boxers and undershirt. There was no ceremony to his climbing into bed, he just flopped down face first, finally feeling his body start to unclench and relax. All that mattered right now, was that this was his bed, his mind dismissing the fact that he was trapped in a snow globe and all the other complications that came with it, and focusing on the apparent facts.
His bed.
His room.
He’d wage the war with his mental processes in the morning. He didn’t have the energy to do it now.
Title: And the Mind Adjusts
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack
csi50 Prompt: 045. Citytheatrical_muse Prompt: Topic #204Content Warning: Seriously AU
Summary: Flack reflects on his new home address.
Author's Note: This is set in the
shakeitup_pf'verse. Flack hasn't been in there long, but he wasn't going to let me not write about it for some reason.Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Flack was tired. Too tired to try and process much more of what this crazy city had to offer. Truth be told, he was beginning to think that he was losing his mind, and they had shipped him off to the happy farm. He had to be delusional, because stuff like this just didn’t happen.
It didn’t happen.
His altered mind was rationalizing or some shit like that. Taking the surroundings he didn’t want to accept and changing them into something that was more—normal. It had to be a mental ward, that was the only explanation. The walls where he couldn’t leave, the things appearing out of thin air? He was living in his head, and he had to be. Things like this didn’t happen.
Things like this didn’t happen.
He had yet to figure out who everyone stood for in this little dream world of his, and he was too tired to force his brain to try and figure it out. Twenty-one hours on his feet and he was prepared to sleep—or at least attempt to sleep—for a good long time. Luckily for him—he wasn’t on call anymore.
He made his way into the empty apartment, and watched as the walls twisted and morphed around him, forming the familiar setting of his apartment back home. He was surprised at first, wondering if maybe whatever deity it was that controlled this place was trying to comfort him, or this was just one of those things that was affected by the “whatever you wanted…” clause.
He slowly continued to make his way inside, dropping his tie and suit jacket to the floor as he went, following it with his shoes, and by the time he got to the bed he was in little more than his boxers and undershirt. There was no ceremony to his climbing into bed, he just flopped down face first, finally feeling his body start to unclench and relax. All that mattered right now, was that this was his bed, his mind dismissing the fact that he was trapped in a snow globe and all the other complications that came with it, and focusing on the apparent facts.
His bed.
His room.
He’d wage the war with his mental processes in the morning. He didn’t have the energy to do it now.
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I wanted to write him in there just for fun, but he was having none of it and wanted to make me work too. *glares*
I'm glad you liked it.