Solo performance

Dave’s back in Sydney. He tries to talk to Kate...


Disclaimer: They kiss, they fuck, but is it for real?

Notes: Have you seen Alexander? The Jared herein is based on Jared Leto, but he is no actor in this fic, but just a sick man inspired by the sick Hephaistion at the end of the film. Got holidays!!! YAY!

6. Another fucking continent


A few days later:

Dave turned around with a harsh groan and pulled his knees up to his chest, trying to shut out the pain in his head. Quietly he cursed himself for drinking the night before as he was feeling very sick now. Unfortunately great amounts of alcohol were the only thing that enabled Dave to sleep lately.

Dave whimpered when he slowly sat up, fearing that his head might roll off if he moved too fast. The sickness in Dave’s guts only seemed to be increasing and suddenly all David could do was run to the bathroom before he threw up the contents of his stomach. After a few moments David got up from his knees again, trying to wash his mouth clean of the bitter taste in it with handfulls of water.

Dave had finished filming a few days earlier and after saying his gooodbies to everybody he had returned to his apartment in Sydney. He slipped out of his white pajama bottoms abd stepped into the shower, letting hot water wash over his skin. Later Dave would try to call Kate. They had to talk some day. Dave stumbled out of the shower and dried his body, getting into a fresh pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He headed for the door, hiding his messy hair under a cap and put sunglasses on to protect his sensible eyes fro mthe bright sunlight that met Dave when he stepped out of his front door. He drove a few blocks to his destination. Impatiently Dave tapped his foot on the floor until the door was opened.

“David!” a familiar voice exclaimed. “Finally you’re back!”

Dave smiled in response and wrapped his arms around his best friend, frowning when Dave realised how much weight Jared had lost during Dave’s stay in New Zealand. Tenderly Dave let his hands glide down Jared’s shoulders, feeling the bones under the other man’s saggy clothes. “Good to see you, too,” Dave mumbled and kissed the top of Jared’s head, moving to hold his friend at arm’s length. He let his gaze travel over Jared’s pale skin, the dark stubble on the other man’s chin only accentuating the nearly white skin. Jared really wasn’t looking too god, Dave decided, but at least Jared’s bright blue eyes were shining out of his face, happy to see his friend again. “How are you?” Dave asked tenderly when they entered the house, his gaze never once leaving Jared.

Jared shrugged his shoulders, carefully sitting down on his sofa. “Been better, been worse,” he finally said. “The medicine takes away a great deal of the pain...” He rubbed the nearly transparent skin of his thin wrist in a nervous gesture. “But you’ve heard enough of that really... What about you? Don’t even try to deny it! Something happened, I mean, you really look like death warmed up, mate!”

Dave smiled bitterly, taking off his sunglasses and revealing his red rimmed, weary eyes. “Can’t hide anything from you, right?”

Jared grinned proudly. “I wouldn’t be a good mate if I didn’t notice things like that!” he joked, listening patiently when Dave told him what happened some days ago in New Zealand.

“I think he’s right, that Sean-Bean-guy,” Jared finally said, scratching his head. “Kate can be a bitch sometimes, but she never means it...”

“Wouldn’t be too sure of that this time...” Dave groaned tiredly, burying his head in his hands. “She’s like a mother lion protecting her kid when Eliza’s concerned and she’s been telling me for years now that I’m a crap father!”

“You are not!” Jared sai firmly, cocking his head slightly. “Want me to talk with her?” he asked after a few moments. “She likes me and I dion’t think she would yell at a cripple,” Jared winked, pointing at his stick.

Dave frowned. He didn’t like it when his friend referred to himself as a cripple. The cancer had weakened Jared’s body immensely, but Dave admired the way Jared still had a very positive view on life despite his sickness. Sometimes Dave hoped he could feel like that, too.

“I thought I’d drop by at her place tonight,” Dave mumbled. “She can’t avoid me for the rest of my life!”

Jared nodded and looked at his watch. “Oh, it’s nearly dinner time... Dave would you mind to put a pizza into the oven? I can’t take my painkillers with an empty stomach!”

“Pizza?” Dave snorted. “You need to eat soem real food, mate! No wonder you got so thin...” He stood up. “I’ll cook!” he announced, motioning for Jared to get up as well.

“You should come around more often!” Jared laughed when Dave simply lifted him up, heading for the kitchen. “Or I could hire you as my new assistant!” he giggled when Dave let him down on the kitchen counter. “Dave! Carry me, I’m sick of walking! Dave, cook! Oh, that’d be great! What ya think?”

Dave couldn’t help but join into Jared’s laughter. “You don’t need an assistant, you need a fucking slave, mate!”

Jared nodded enthusiastically. “You’d make a good slave, I think, Davie! I could chain you to my bed as my personal sex slave...”

At that Dave closed the gap between them, placing a hard kiss on Jared’s lips. “No way,” he grumbled in a deep voice.

Jared shrugged his shoulders, licking his lips. “You can’t take away my dreams, mate...”


~*~


“Dessert!” Jared announced when they had finished eating and reached across the table for his various packets of medicine. “A blue pill,” he mumbled. “And a red one! A green one, a yellow pill...and...two of the shiny ones!”

Dave looked at Jared with wide eyes when the other man downed all of his pills with a mouthful of water. It jusr made him realise again how sick Jared really was, although the other man would never admit it.

Some hours later Jared had fallen asleep leaniong against Dave’s shoulder. Slowly Dave lowered his friend’s body until he was lying on the sofa and finally wrapped a warm blanket around Jared’s slim form. Dave smiled warmly when Jared made small sleepy sounds and placed a soft kiss on Jared’s forehead. Quietly he closed the door behind his back, looking one last time at his friend.


~*~


“What do you mean with she’s not living here anymore?” Dave nearly screamed at the old man who had answered the door to Kate’s apartment. Numbly he stared at the door that was shut in front of his eyes. After a few moments of shock Dave took his cell and dialed Kate’s number. “Hello, Stuart,” he said when a male voice answered. “I’d like to talk to Kate.”

“But she doesn’t want to talk to you, David,” Stuart replied in a slightly cold voice.

“Alright,” Dave grumbled. “Then maybe you can tell me where she is. I’m standing in front of her apartment and some old bloke just told me she moved away.”

“I got a job offered,” Stuart explained. “In the States.”

Dave nearly dropped his cell. “You mean you... She can’t just take Eliza and move to another fucking continent!!” he screamed, despair clawing at him.

“Well ,obviously she can,” Stuart suíad dryly, ending the call without any further word.


~*~


The moment Jared saw Dave standing in his doorway he knew that something had gone terribly wrong. Dave just stared at him from broken grey eyes and then stumbled down onto his knees in front of Jared, burying his face in the other man’s stomach. Sobs shoke Dave’s shoulders as he started to cry and Jared held him all the while, whispering soothing words.

Jared had always been the smaller, the more frail looking one of the two friends, but he possessed of an inner strength that made him stronger than Dave would ever be.

“SSsshh...” Jared shushed Dave abd pulled the other man up into his arms. “I need to lie down for a bit, Davie,” Jared mumbled, his legs trembling involuntarily. “Can you come with me into my bedrrom and tell me then what happeened?” he asked softly.

Dave nodded and followed his friend up the stairs and into his bedroom.

“Com’ere...” Jared whispered as he lay down, holding the other man closely to his chest. Tenderly he started stroking Dave’s hair until the tremours and sobs ceased. “Tell me please what happened, love,” he pleaded.

“She...she just...” Dave sniffled, trying to get out a clear sentence. He inhaled deeply. “Kate took Eliza... She...she’s somewhere in the States!”

“What?!” Jared exclaimed, nearly jumping up. His eyes widened in horror as he stared down at Dave who simply nodded sadly. “That cunt! That bloody fucking bitch! She can’t just do that, I mean...”

A desperate grown escaped Dave’s lips. “Believe me, she can. She has custody for Eliza, I don’t...” Dave looked at Jared from tear-filled eyes. “What can I do? I don’t know where she is and she won’t talk to me!” Dave sobbed into Jared’s T-shirt. “What can I do?”

Jared’s eyes were filling with tears now, too. “We’ll figure something ou, love,” he promised in a flat voice and placed a soft kiss on Dave’s head. “It’ll be alright...” he whispered into the darkness of the room, holding Dave’s shaking form pressed closely against his body. “It’ll be alright...”


Tbc...


*cries* I hate being evil!!!

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