Sunrazor
The Fly
Because four people asked for it. And I love them forever.
Again, this really isn't normal PLEBA fare, but I've posted Chapter 1, so I figured I might as well go the rest of the way.
This contains mild Bono-torture, and some language. If this isn't your bag, don't read.
-2-
He rose out of the water slowly, lured by the delicious smell wafting under
his nose.
He opened his eyes, and she was sitting on his bed, holding a large tray. On
it, steam drifted lazily from a bowl of what smelled like chicken soup.
She smiled. "I thought that might bring you up." She motioned to the bowl.
"Think you can keep this down?"
He nodded slowly. Her smile widened. "Let's sit you up, then."
She was gentle enough positioning the pillows behind him, but Bono was
unprepared for the hot stab of pain when she helped to lean him against them.
He hissed sharply and his eyes blurred with tears.
She froze, looking at him worriedly. "Your legs?"
He simply nodded. He didn't trust himself not to scream.
She straightened up, rubbing the bridge of her nose thoughtfully. "I just
gave you a dose a little under three hours ago... It might not be a good idea
to give you another one so soon."
"Please," he whispered. "Please, it's... It's really bad."
She chewed on her lower lip, seeming to weigh her options. Inside Bono's head
a voice spoke up.
She's not going to do it. She's not going to give you ANYTHING. And do you
know why, mate? Because she's fucking crazy, that's why. You're stuck in a
cabin a hundred miles from nowhere with a lunatic.
The voice was harsh, raspy, malevolent, and Bono cringed slightly. No, he thought back. She's NOT crazy. That's ridiculous. That happens in movies. This is real life. She's perfectly sane, and she's going to give me something for the rusty nails scraping around in my legs. She'd have to be a sadist not to.
Exactly, said the voice, and fell silent.
"I can give you a half dose."
Bono looked up, startled. "Sorry, what was that?"
Her face darkened slightly. "I don't like repeating myself. You should give me
the respect of listening the first time."
Move to regain control, another voice whispered. Crazy or not, you can't say
either way yet. But two things are for sure. This is not a normal woman, and this is most certainly not a normal situation. So any control you have is precious.
"I'm... sorry," he said, running his hands over his face. "I think I dozed off for a second." He smiled weakly up at her. "I guess I'm just not used to being upright yet"
Her face softened a little, and Bono breathed an inward sigh of relief. The
crisis, whatever it might have been, had been averted.
"I said, I can give you a half dose for your legs. It won't have as much... punch as a full one, but it might help a little without being so dangerous."
The small wave of relief he'd just felt became a wave, flooding through his
veins like warm water. "That would be fine." He chuckled slightly. "That
would be absolutely great, actually."
She smiled broadly. "I'll go get it ready. You get started on your soup." She walked to the door, then turned. "If you do well with that now, and tonight, maybe we can give you something a bit more substantial tomorrow." She turned to go.
Bono cleared his throat. "Erm... Miss?"
She turned again. "Yes?"
"You never told me your name."
She looked down shyly, and he thought he saw the beginnings of a blush creeping across her cheeks. "It's... Sarah."
"Sarah." He grinned. "It's pretty."
The blush looked to be spreading to her ears. "Thank you." She took a breath, and then blurted out "I'm a huge fan!"
His grin widened. Oh, shit, he thought.
Sarah was suddenly awkward, picking at the hem of her flannel shirt. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way... But when I found you... in such a bad situation... One part of me was upset it had happened to you. But another part...was... glad, I guess. Because it's given me a chance to finally get to know you a bit better." She looked up, a small grin stretching across her lips. "And you owe me big, now, you know that?"
Bono rubbed his eyes and groaned. "Oh, God, I do, don't I?" He laughed. "Well, I'll see you get payed back in full."
She giggled.
He reached forward, lifting the bowl off the tray. "In the meantime, please accept my thanks. For saving me... and for this excellent lunch which you have so thoughtfully prepared for me."
She giggled again, stood looking at him for a minute, then left, laughing softly as she went.
Bono leaned back, eating slowly. The soup tasted truly wonderful, especially
after so long without tasting much of anything. He resisted the urge to gulp
it down, however, recalling stories of starving people made quite sick by
wolfing down their first meals.
See? he thought. She's not crazy. She's a bit odd, and certainly star-struck,
but that doesn't make her crazy.
Right, said the harsh voice. You can tell yourself that for as long as you want. But I know, mate. I know crazy when I see it. You're at her mercy, you realize? And I'm not thinking that that's a very good place to be. Not for you, not for ANYONE.
Just watch her, said the other voice. It was softer, less distrustful, but cautious, just the same. We don't know anything at this point. Before we start saying we KNOW things, let's just try to figure out what, indeed, we know.
White, whispered yet another voice. It was soft, barely audible. But definitely there, all the same.
First white, then black. When will the white come again?
Bono shuddered, shaking the voice into silence. He raised his head, trying to
see through the window beside his bed.
All he could see was white. He sighed, and sank back down on the bed.
Outside, the snow fell harder.
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"It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything." - Fight Club
"Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget. Forget that there are places in the world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside that's yours, that they can't touch. That's the beauty of music. They can't take that away from you." - The Shawshank Redemption
"All God wants is a willing heart and for us to call out to him." - Bono
"Ohh!!! Egyptians!" - Me, on AOL IM
Again, this really isn't normal PLEBA fare, but I've posted Chapter 1, so I figured I might as well go the rest of the way.
This contains mild Bono-torture, and some language. If this isn't your bag, don't read.
-2-
He rose out of the water slowly, lured by the delicious smell wafting under
his nose.
He opened his eyes, and she was sitting on his bed, holding a large tray. On
it, steam drifted lazily from a bowl of what smelled like chicken soup.
She smiled. "I thought that might bring you up." She motioned to the bowl.
"Think you can keep this down?"
He nodded slowly. Her smile widened. "Let's sit you up, then."
She was gentle enough positioning the pillows behind him, but Bono was
unprepared for the hot stab of pain when she helped to lean him against them.
He hissed sharply and his eyes blurred with tears.
She froze, looking at him worriedly. "Your legs?"
He simply nodded. He didn't trust himself not to scream.
She straightened up, rubbing the bridge of her nose thoughtfully. "I just
gave you a dose a little under three hours ago... It might not be a good idea
to give you another one so soon."
"Please," he whispered. "Please, it's... It's really bad."
She chewed on her lower lip, seeming to weigh her options. Inside Bono's head
a voice spoke up.
She's not going to do it. She's not going to give you ANYTHING. And do you
know why, mate? Because she's fucking crazy, that's why. You're stuck in a
cabin a hundred miles from nowhere with a lunatic.
The voice was harsh, raspy, malevolent, and Bono cringed slightly. No, he thought back. She's NOT crazy. That's ridiculous. That happens in movies. This is real life. She's perfectly sane, and she's going to give me something for the rusty nails scraping around in my legs. She'd have to be a sadist not to.
Exactly, said the voice, and fell silent.
"I can give you a half dose."
Bono looked up, startled. "Sorry, what was that?"
Her face darkened slightly. "I don't like repeating myself. You should give me
the respect of listening the first time."
Move to regain control, another voice whispered. Crazy or not, you can't say
either way yet. But two things are for sure. This is not a normal woman, and this is most certainly not a normal situation. So any control you have is precious.
"I'm... sorry," he said, running his hands over his face. "I think I dozed off for a second." He smiled weakly up at her. "I guess I'm just not used to being upright yet"
Her face softened a little, and Bono breathed an inward sigh of relief. The
crisis, whatever it might have been, had been averted.
"I said, I can give you a half dose for your legs. It won't have as much... punch as a full one, but it might help a little without being so dangerous."
The small wave of relief he'd just felt became a wave, flooding through his
veins like warm water. "That would be fine." He chuckled slightly. "That
would be absolutely great, actually."
She smiled broadly. "I'll go get it ready. You get started on your soup." She walked to the door, then turned. "If you do well with that now, and tonight, maybe we can give you something a bit more substantial tomorrow." She turned to go.
Bono cleared his throat. "Erm... Miss?"
She turned again. "Yes?"
"You never told me your name."
She looked down shyly, and he thought he saw the beginnings of a blush creeping across her cheeks. "It's... Sarah."
"Sarah." He grinned. "It's pretty."
The blush looked to be spreading to her ears. "Thank you." She took a breath, and then blurted out "I'm a huge fan!"
His grin widened. Oh, shit, he thought.
Sarah was suddenly awkward, picking at the hem of her flannel shirt. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way... But when I found you... in such a bad situation... One part of me was upset it had happened to you. But another part...was... glad, I guess. Because it's given me a chance to finally get to know you a bit better." She looked up, a small grin stretching across her lips. "And you owe me big, now, you know that?"
Bono rubbed his eyes and groaned. "Oh, God, I do, don't I?" He laughed. "Well, I'll see you get payed back in full."
She giggled.
He reached forward, lifting the bowl off the tray. "In the meantime, please accept my thanks. For saving me... and for this excellent lunch which you have so thoughtfully prepared for me."
She giggled again, stood looking at him for a minute, then left, laughing softly as she went.
Bono leaned back, eating slowly. The soup tasted truly wonderful, especially
after so long without tasting much of anything. He resisted the urge to gulp
it down, however, recalling stories of starving people made quite sick by
wolfing down their first meals.
See? he thought. She's not crazy. She's a bit odd, and certainly star-struck,
but that doesn't make her crazy.
Right, said the harsh voice. You can tell yourself that for as long as you want. But I know, mate. I know crazy when I see it. You're at her mercy, you realize? And I'm not thinking that that's a very good place to be. Not for you, not for ANYONE.
Just watch her, said the other voice. It was softer, less distrustful, but cautious, just the same. We don't know anything at this point. Before we start saying we KNOW things, let's just try to figure out what, indeed, we know.
White, whispered yet another voice. It was soft, barely audible. But definitely there, all the same.
First white, then black. When will the white come again?
Bono shuddered, shaking the voice into silence. He raised his head, trying to
see through the window beside his bed.
All he could see was white. He sighed, and sank back down on the bed.
Outside, the snow fell harder.
********************
------------------
"It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything." - Fight Club
"Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget. Forget that there are places in the world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside that's yours, that they can't touch. That's the beauty of music. They can't take that away from you." - The Shawshank Redemption
"All God wants is a willing heart and for us to call out to him." - Bono
"Ohh!!! Egyptians!" - Me, on AOL IM
