Post by shawn30 on Jul 19, 2008 22:43:55 GMT -5
Title: "Hello Beautiful"
A One-shot
Written by: Shawn
Summary: After enduring a very long, very trying work day Kim is thoughtfully reminded that someone special is thinking of her always.
Category: G for Gina fic - She ordered me to write this so here it is - think romance, people.
Rating: PG-13 for moderate language
Timeline/Spoilers: Its set in the present, and where TK are in their relationship/friendship will be up for you to judge.
Special Notes: Email if you want the song this story is centered around
Distribution: Perfect Chemistry only.
Authors Notes: Its a rainy afternoon on Saturday, July 19 and I'm chatting with Angel until Gina calls me. She tells me she's emailed me a song by the Jonas Brothers called "Hello Beautiful" that she feels is an amazing TK song. I am then ordered to write a story around it. I refuse and then she reminds me that all those sexy things I write in stories, who do I do that with in real life? And do I want to do more of it? My fingers get to tapping and this was the result. Enjoy a little lighthearted piece of song inspired fluff.
Authors Notes 2: This is told in Kim's First Person P.O.V.
~~~~~~
"Shawn, you are the best human being who has ever human beinged before!"
~~ Cathy
"Shawn, that shirt you are wearing is a fashion of evil. And evil is never in fashion."
~~ Terra
"Aoccdrnig to rsheerach at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht frist and lsat ltteer are in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef but the wrod as a wlohe. So in kepeing wtih taht Swahn is a dckihaed. Lvoe You Bro."
~~ Kim
"That man rocked my world backwards, forwards, and sideways with his amazing writing. Why if he didn't belong to Gina I'd do him until there wasn't a drop left, if you catch my meaning."
~~ Hayden Panetterie
"After I made Shawn I looked at the mold, shook my head, and threw it over my shoulder. Man had finally peeked. I couldn't do any better than him."
~~ God
"That jerk Shawn, he always wants me to use my stick on the punch bowl at his parties. Part the Punch, he always says. But trust me, I got somewhere to shove this stick. Right up his... Oh, hey Jesus. I didn't see you back there."
~~ Moses
"Amazing, he is. But beware. The horny side is he. Once he started down the naughty path, forever did it dominate his destiny. Consume him, it did. As it did Hugh Hefner's apprentice."
~~ Yoda
"You're a dork. But a funny one."
~~ Angela
"I've seen men with courage. I've seen men with cowardice. But when being a part of the Power Rangers fanfic fandom you need neither of those. That's what Shawn had. True he was courageous and had no cowardice, but what he had... what separated him... Shawn had crazy on his side. Stone cold nuts and bolts crazy."
~~ chrisangelo
"Everyday I beat my own previous record for number of consecutive days I've stayed alive."
~~ Liz
"I am a nobody, and nobody is perfect; therefore I am perfect."
~~ Tia
"Man, that Shawn is a cut up and a half! He's not nearly an alcoholic, but far from sober. He's made love to more women in his mind than a pimply faced 15 year old teenage boy who downloads porn from the internet. He's as smart as your average bus driver who reads allot, and yet his heart, his cleverness and need for beer sets him a cut above the rest. He's a lawyer, a part-time barber, a model airplane designer, a beer tasting expert, a lover of women who love men and women who love women."
~~ jps1926
"When it came to beer, Shawn had never tasted the stuff when we were in college. He said it should be illegal again like in the Prohibition Era. I was shocked. I thought every teen had tasted beer by age 18. Well, whatever. We were all at the big frat party and I gave Shawn his first mug. He looked weary, but was egged on by some well-endowed girls, so he took a tentative sip. Twitched a little. You know, like an electrical current went through his body. He took a second sip and he feet started moving. I'll be damned if Shawn didn't start moon walking across the floor. By the third sip his pupils dilated. He started speaking in French and drawing fake tattoos on his arm. By that sixth sip I swear before almighty God Shawn's feet slowly lifted off the ground and began floating. I was so scared I was gonna call my priest to get this motherfucker exorcised. He started talking gibberish about the dark nipples of South Korean women and how donut makers get the jelly in the jelly donuts. It was all down hill after that."
~~ rapunzl
“One time Shawn asked me to borrow weapons, a license to kill, two bags of Doritos, a free Taco Bell pass, free email updates of if Barbie and Ken are getting back together, four rolls of duck tape, all 21 seasons of Soul Train on DVD, a brick autographed by the Olsen Twins, and sixteen dollars a week deposited in his Swiss bank account. I pretty much knew at that point his brilliance had turned to madness. I don't share my license to kill with anybody.”
~~ Jade_Max
~~~~~~
******
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Kimberly's 2008 black Toyota Avalon
Highway 1-175
Thursday, June 20, 2008 5:35 PM
St. Petersburg, Florida
My day from hell now included a biblical amount of rainfall as the skies have opened up to drown me.
Great, just great. I'm stuck in the middle of this fucking bumper-to-bumper traffic jam during a thunder storm that I may need a ark instead of a car to get home in. My hair looks like a old mop courtesy of the rain, I'm hungry, I broke a heel trying to reach a elevator some jerk didn't hold open for me, and my computer got busy with some other computer and caught a STD of the PC variety. Add to those things, I spilled McDonald's ice coffee on my brand new beige skirt, hovered between falling asleep and choking my co-worker at lunch due to her constant whining over her jerk of a boyfriend who deserves his balls cut off, and the copy machine on my desk went all Joker-crazy on a financial report I have to deliver in the morning.
I swear I'd cry if I weren't so mad at everything. I'm even mad at the rain. "Fuck you rain!" Yeah, I said that out loud. Why, my interestingly non-talkative internal self may ask? Because I'm a complex, Lifetime channel watching, ice cream eating woman who needs a warm bath, a massage, and some great sex. My apartment holds the first two, with the third residing somewhere in Reefside, California at the moment. And since I don't possesses a teleportation machine, something I've asked Billy about for my birthday, I'm going to have to go without the sex unless I'm in the mood to show myself how much I love myself... yet again.
Oh yeah, I can feel those tears of frustration coming after thinking that one.
So here I sit, stuck in two miles per hour traffic while the heavens pelt my car with enough rain that I'm sure I'll be floating soon. Its raining cats and dogs. I like dogs. I need a dog. And a cat. I need pet, period. And some dinner. Maybe lasagna.
I also need a new boss. One that won't make me buy a gun and shoot him one day. The jerk did just give me a raise, long deserved mind you. But his constant hiring of the dim-witted, big boobed flake heads has me about to pull my hair out of my head. These two new girls combined wouldn't have the intelligence God gave cottage cheese, but just so long as they bend over a lot and giggle at every lame ass joke he says they're on the right track.
I didn't kill anyone today. That has got to be a plus for me.
But I was late for work today. Someone parked in my personal parking place and it made me so mad I wish I still kept a baseball bat in my trunk. Inner self, get ready. This is some a world class internal bitch-fest I'm engaged in now. Speaking of engaged... well, I'm not. Not yet, anyway. Soon maybe. Possibly. Someday? I think I hope. No, I hope. I love slash like slash kinda lust after a certain ex-Ranger who I've enjoyed the company of a few times in the last year. But sometimes he's a dickhead too.
Don't mind me, inner self. I'm just in a cranky mood. No, its not that time of the month. Inner self, if you were a guy I'd kick your ass for even asking that... even though I asked that.
I need alcohol.
Damn rain keeps falling, traffic isn't moving, my stomach is growling, and my check engine light keeps coming on and off. Fucking malfunctioning on a fucking new car. Life is just against me today.
I need a hug.
And Tommy.
Maybe just the hug.
Some Tommy would be nice too.
Here I am a grown, mature, well educated, career minded woman and I just want Calgon to take me away. Or Tommy. Maybe. When he isn't being a dickhead. Yeah, I called him that twice. And I mean it too.
One look at myself in the rear view mirror and I've just scared myself. Oh, and the rain is now on a date with streaking lightening. Wonderful, really. At least traffics picking up. I'm moving 5 miles per hour now. Maybe my day is picking up. Or maybe I need to pick up a pitchfork and throw it at my boss.
I really need some ice cream.
What in the hell is that noise? I wake up from dozing off when the truck behind me started blowing its horn. I'm having the kind of day where I'm torn between violence and crying. Instead, I take a deep breath and started driving again. The rain's just as bad as it was when I left work, but at least I'm moving again. The skies are dark and foreboding. I like that word, foreboding. It means bad. Which is like the day I've had. And now I'm going home to a lonely, pet-less apartment. That's provided my building is still there and not on fire or mysteriously vanished into thin air.
That really would be the capper on my day.
I spare a quick glance at my fancy, expensive Iphone and notice that a certain ex-honey has sent me a song. I will not smile, I will not smile, dammit I'm smiling. Sometimes us girls can feel uplifted over the simplest of things.
Thanks to the miracle of technology I can pipe music from my cell through my car's sound system. It takes all of a couple of seconds when.... Tommy listens to the Jonas Brothers? That's like Billy listening to Jay-Z. Then I notice the song's title and I'm smiling again. Tommy might be a dickhead sometimes, but he's my dickhead. My heart loves the guy... a little. or more than anyone else in my life. It depends on the day I'm asked.
The song's called 'Hello Beautiful,' and I'm feeling better as soon as it starts.
Hello beautiful
How's it going?
I hear it's wonderful in California
I've been missing you
It's true...
But tonight
I'm gonna fly
Yeah tonight
I'm gonna fly
'Cause I could comb across the world,
And see everything
And never be satisfied
If I couldn't see those eyes
The rain settled into a somber drizzle, but I didn't even notice. Traffic's moving at a steady pace again while I'm almost tearing up over this song. Tommy didn't leave a message or a text, he just sent a song that tells me exactly what I needed to hear today. Especially from him.
Hello beautiful
It's been a long time
Since my phone's rung
And you been on that line
I've been missing you
It's true
But tonight
I'm gonna fly
Yeah tonight
I'm gonna fly
Oh yeah
'Cause I could comb across the world,
see everything
And never be satisfied
If I couldn't see those eyes
I'm blocks away from my apartment building, singing along to this wonderful song while thinking of the man who was obviously thinking of me. And no matter how ugly my day has been, or that I look far less than a super model today, he made me feel better when I wasn't sure anything could. By the time I'm parking my car there's weight lifted from my spirit. The sun's peeking out again. "Hey sun." I actually give a little wave. I'm quirky that way.
Grabbing my cell phone, I dialed my Tommy's number. Three rings later he picked.
"Hello."
"Thank you," I told him in a softer tone than I intended.
"I miss you, Beautiful."
With my head lying back against the head rest and my eyes are closed, I sigh at the meaning of his words. Things between us are... they simply are. Time and distance couldn't diminish what we share, even if we don't have a name for it. I just know that I'm his and he's mine and some day the moon and the stars will align themselves so that... our someday. "Tommy, I don't know what your schedule looks like or even if this is possible, but I'd really like to see you. Soon."
His pause lasts a couple of tender heartbeats before he replied, "I can fly out Saturday morning."
I'm soaring that very second. I don't know how work is going with him, or what plans he made, or any number of other events in his life that might prevent just hopping on a plane across the country. All that I know is when I told him I wanted to see him, whether this required him moving heaven and Earth or not, he's coming to me. I suddenly feel like its Christmas morning. "Start packing, Handsome."
I hear his smile, and we never say goodbye. He'll call back later with the details and we'll sort out what all of this means when he gets here. For now its enough to know he longs for me the way that I long for him. And that without this day being anything special, he thought of me, sent me a lovely song, and made my day a little bit brighter.
My day from hell has turned pretty heavenly in the end.
******
The End
For Gina. Love ya, always.
A One-shot
Written by: Shawn
Summary: After enduring a very long, very trying work day Kim is thoughtfully reminded that someone special is thinking of her always.
Category: G for Gina fic - She ordered me to write this so here it is - think romance, people.
Rating: PG-13 for moderate language
Timeline/Spoilers: Its set in the present, and where TK are in their relationship/friendship will be up for you to judge.
Special Notes: Email if you want the song this story is centered around
Distribution: Perfect Chemistry only.
Authors Notes: Its a rainy afternoon on Saturday, July 19 and I'm chatting with Angel until Gina calls me. She tells me she's emailed me a song by the Jonas Brothers called "Hello Beautiful" that she feels is an amazing TK song. I am then ordered to write a story around it. I refuse and then she reminds me that all those sexy things I write in stories, who do I do that with in real life? And do I want to do more of it? My fingers get to tapping and this was the result. Enjoy a little lighthearted piece of song inspired fluff.
Authors Notes 2: This is told in Kim's First Person P.O.V.
~~~~~~
"Shawn, you are the best human being who has ever human beinged before!"
~~ Cathy
"Shawn, that shirt you are wearing is a fashion of evil. And evil is never in fashion."
~~ Terra
"Aoccdrnig to rsheerach at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht frist and lsat ltteer are in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef but the wrod as a wlohe. So in kepeing wtih taht Swahn is a dckihaed. Lvoe You Bro."
~~ Kim
"That man rocked my world backwards, forwards, and sideways with his amazing writing. Why if he didn't belong to Gina I'd do him until there wasn't a drop left, if you catch my meaning."
~~ Hayden Panetterie
"After I made Shawn I looked at the mold, shook my head, and threw it over my shoulder. Man had finally peeked. I couldn't do any better than him."
~~ God
"That jerk Shawn, he always wants me to use my stick on the punch bowl at his parties. Part the Punch, he always says. But trust me, I got somewhere to shove this stick. Right up his... Oh, hey Jesus. I didn't see you back there."
~~ Moses
"Amazing, he is. But beware. The horny side is he. Once he started down the naughty path, forever did it dominate his destiny. Consume him, it did. As it did Hugh Hefner's apprentice."
~~ Yoda
"You're a dork. But a funny one."
~~ Angela
"I've seen men with courage. I've seen men with cowardice. But when being a part of the Power Rangers fanfic fandom you need neither of those. That's what Shawn had. True he was courageous and had no cowardice, but what he had... what separated him... Shawn had crazy on his side. Stone cold nuts and bolts crazy."
~~ chrisangelo
"Everyday I beat my own previous record for number of consecutive days I've stayed alive."
~~ Liz
"I am a nobody, and nobody is perfect; therefore I am perfect."
~~ Tia
"Man, that Shawn is a cut up and a half! He's not nearly an alcoholic, but far from sober. He's made love to more women in his mind than a pimply faced 15 year old teenage boy who downloads porn from the internet. He's as smart as your average bus driver who reads allot, and yet his heart, his cleverness and need for beer sets him a cut above the rest. He's a lawyer, a part-time barber, a model airplane designer, a beer tasting expert, a lover of women who love men and women who love women."
~~ jps1926
"When it came to beer, Shawn had never tasted the stuff when we were in college. He said it should be illegal again like in the Prohibition Era. I was shocked. I thought every teen had tasted beer by age 18. Well, whatever. We were all at the big frat party and I gave Shawn his first mug. He looked weary, but was egged on by some well-endowed girls, so he took a tentative sip. Twitched a little. You know, like an electrical current went through his body. He took a second sip and he feet started moving. I'll be damned if Shawn didn't start moon walking across the floor. By the third sip his pupils dilated. He started speaking in French and drawing fake tattoos on his arm. By that sixth sip I swear before almighty God Shawn's feet slowly lifted off the ground and began floating. I was so scared I was gonna call my priest to get this motherfucker exorcised. He started talking gibberish about the dark nipples of South Korean women and how donut makers get the jelly in the jelly donuts. It was all down hill after that."
~~ rapunzl
“One time Shawn asked me to borrow weapons, a license to kill, two bags of Doritos, a free Taco Bell pass, free email updates of if Barbie and Ken are getting back together, four rolls of duck tape, all 21 seasons of Soul Train on DVD, a brick autographed by the Olsen Twins, and sixteen dollars a week deposited in his Swiss bank account. I pretty much knew at that point his brilliance had turned to madness. I don't share my license to kill with anybody.”
~~ Jade_Max
~~~~~~
******
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Kimberly's 2008 black Toyota Avalon
Highway 1-175
Thursday, June 20, 2008 5:35 PM
St. Petersburg, Florida
My day from hell now included a biblical amount of rainfall as the skies have opened up to drown me.
Great, just great. I'm stuck in the middle of this fucking bumper-to-bumper traffic jam during a thunder storm that I may need a ark instead of a car to get home in. My hair looks like a old mop courtesy of the rain, I'm hungry, I broke a heel trying to reach a elevator some jerk didn't hold open for me, and my computer got busy with some other computer and caught a STD of the PC variety. Add to those things, I spilled McDonald's ice coffee on my brand new beige skirt, hovered between falling asleep and choking my co-worker at lunch due to her constant whining over her jerk of a boyfriend who deserves his balls cut off, and the copy machine on my desk went all Joker-crazy on a financial report I have to deliver in the morning.
I swear I'd cry if I weren't so mad at everything. I'm even mad at the rain. "Fuck you rain!" Yeah, I said that out loud. Why, my interestingly non-talkative internal self may ask? Because I'm a complex, Lifetime channel watching, ice cream eating woman who needs a warm bath, a massage, and some great sex. My apartment holds the first two, with the third residing somewhere in Reefside, California at the moment. And since I don't possesses a teleportation machine, something I've asked Billy about for my birthday, I'm going to have to go without the sex unless I'm in the mood to show myself how much I love myself... yet again.
Oh yeah, I can feel those tears of frustration coming after thinking that one.
So here I sit, stuck in two miles per hour traffic while the heavens pelt my car with enough rain that I'm sure I'll be floating soon. Its raining cats and dogs. I like dogs. I need a dog. And a cat. I need pet, period. And some dinner. Maybe lasagna.
I also need a new boss. One that won't make me buy a gun and shoot him one day. The jerk did just give me a raise, long deserved mind you. But his constant hiring of the dim-witted, big boobed flake heads has me about to pull my hair out of my head. These two new girls combined wouldn't have the intelligence God gave cottage cheese, but just so long as they bend over a lot and giggle at every lame ass joke he says they're on the right track.
I didn't kill anyone today. That has got to be a plus for me.
But I was late for work today. Someone parked in my personal parking place and it made me so mad I wish I still kept a baseball bat in my trunk. Inner self, get ready. This is some a world class internal bitch-fest I'm engaged in now. Speaking of engaged... well, I'm not. Not yet, anyway. Soon maybe. Possibly. Someday? I think I hope. No, I hope. I love slash like slash kinda lust after a certain ex-Ranger who I've enjoyed the company of a few times in the last year. But sometimes he's a dickhead too.
Don't mind me, inner self. I'm just in a cranky mood. No, its not that time of the month. Inner self, if you were a guy I'd kick your ass for even asking that... even though I asked that.
I need alcohol.
Damn rain keeps falling, traffic isn't moving, my stomach is growling, and my check engine light keeps coming on and off. Fucking malfunctioning on a fucking new car. Life is just against me today.
I need a hug.
And Tommy.
Maybe just the hug.
Some Tommy would be nice too.
Here I am a grown, mature, well educated, career minded woman and I just want Calgon to take me away. Or Tommy. Maybe. When he isn't being a dickhead. Yeah, I called him that twice. And I mean it too.
One look at myself in the rear view mirror and I've just scared myself. Oh, and the rain is now on a date with streaking lightening. Wonderful, really. At least traffics picking up. I'm moving 5 miles per hour now. Maybe my day is picking up. Or maybe I need to pick up a pitchfork and throw it at my boss.
I really need some ice cream.
What in the hell is that noise? I wake up from dozing off when the truck behind me started blowing its horn. I'm having the kind of day where I'm torn between violence and crying. Instead, I take a deep breath and started driving again. The rain's just as bad as it was when I left work, but at least I'm moving again. The skies are dark and foreboding. I like that word, foreboding. It means bad. Which is like the day I've had. And now I'm going home to a lonely, pet-less apartment. That's provided my building is still there and not on fire or mysteriously vanished into thin air.
That really would be the capper on my day.
I spare a quick glance at my fancy, expensive Iphone and notice that a certain ex-honey has sent me a song. I will not smile, I will not smile, dammit I'm smiling. Sometimes us girls can feel uplifted over the simplest of things.
Thanks to the miracle of technology I can pipe music from my cell through my car's sound system. It takes all of a couple of seconds when.... Tommy listens to the Jonas Brothers? That's like Billy listening to Jay-Z. Then I notice the song's title and I'm smiling again. Tommy might be a dickhead sometimes, but he's my dickhead. My heart loves the guy... a little. or more than anyone else in my life. It depends on the day I'm asked.
The song's called 'Hello Beautiful,' and I'm feeling better as soon as it starts.
Hello beautiful
How's it going?
I hear it's wonderful in California
I've been missing you
It's true...
But tonight
I'm gonna fly
Yeah tonight
I'm gonna fly
'Cause I could comb across the world,
And see everything
And never be satisfied
If I couldn't see those eyes
The rain settled into a somber drizzle, but I didn't even notice. Traffic's moving at a steady pace again while I'm almost tearing up over this song. Tommy didn't leave a message or a text, he just sent a song that tells me exactly what I needed to hear today. Especially from him.
Hello beautiful
It's been a long time
Since my phone's rung
And you been on that line
I've been missing you
It's true
But tonight
I'm gonna fly
Yeah tonight
I'm gonna fly
Oh yeah
'Cause I could comb across the world,
see everything
And never be satisfied
If I couldn't see those eyes
I'm blocks away from my apartment building, singing along to this wonderful song while thinking of the man who was obviously thinking of me. And no matter how ugly my day has been, or that I look far less than a super model today, he made me feel better when I wasn't sure anything could. By the time I'm parking my car there's weight lifted from my spirit. The sun's peeking out again. "Hey sun." I actually give a little wave. I'm quirky that way.
Grabbing my cell phone, I dialed my Tommy's number. Three rings later he picked.
"Hello."
"Thank you," I told him in a softer tone than I intended.
"I miss you, Beautiful."
With my head lying back against the head rest and my eyes are closed, I sigh at the meaning of his words. Things between us are... they simply are. Time and distance couldn't diminish what we share, even if we don't have a name for it. I just know that I'm his and he's mine and some day the moon and the stars will align themselves so that... our someday. "Tommy, I don't know what your schedule looks like or even if this is possible, but I'd really like to see you. Soon."
His pause lasts a couple of tender heartbeats before he replied, "I can fly out Saturday morning."
I'm soaring that very second. I don't know how work is going with him, or what plans he made, or any number of other events in his life that might prevent just hopping on a plane across the country. All that I know is when I told him I wanted to see him, whether this required him moving heaven and Earth or not, he's coming to me. I suddenly feel like its Christmas morning. "Start packing, Handsome."
I hear his smile, and we never say goodbye. He'll call back later with the details and we'll sort out what all of this means when he gets here. For now its enough to know he longs for me the way that I long for him. And that without this day being anything special, he thought of me, sent me a lovely song, and made my day a little bit brighter.
My day from hell has turned pretty heavenly in the end.
******
The End
For Gina. Love ya, always.
