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You Could Help, It Wouldn't Be That Hard by curtana (G)
Fandom: SLINGS & ARROWS
Pairing: None
Length: Short
Author on LJ:
curtana
Author Website: Her LJ
Why this must be read:
Though debatable, it can be said that Anna is one of Geoffrey's closest friends. To me, it seems like
curtana looked at the canon and though 'well, why him and not Ellen?'
In this very IC fic, Anna gives Ellen a ride home. Once they are away from the theater, Anna's personality grows somewhat more assertive while retaining her sweetness. In contrast, Ellen's divaness gets put on ice, giving way to a particular kind of vulnerability. It's a sweet story of people reaching out and connecting.
Anna's just leaving for the day – a half-hour later than she's supposed to, pretty good all things considered – when she notices Ellen waiting in the cold. That boyfriend of hers, the one who looks like he's not old enough to shave, usually picks her up after rehearsal these days, but maybe he forgot. And now it's going to be another forty minutes before the bus goes by, and maybe that's what makes her walk over.
"Hi," she says, feeling sort of foolish in case Ellen's got a perfectly good reason for standing out in three-degree weather.
Ellen looks over as if surprised to actually hear her speak. "Oh, hi," she says, wrapping her scarf (filmy, silky, not a good wool one like Anna's) around her neck more snugly.
"Do you, uh. Need a ride?" Anna smiles, trying not to feel like it's high school again and she's mustering up the courage to talk to one of the popular girls.
Ellen looks at her watch. "It doesn't look like he's coming, does it? If it's not out of your way..."
"No, it's no problem." New Burbage is compact – it doesn't take more than fifteen minutes to drive anywhere, really, but even if it did, Anna wouldn't mind.
You Could Help, It Wouldn't Be That Hard
Pairing: None
Length: Short
Author on LJ:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Author Website: Her LJ
Why this must be read:
Though debatable, it can be said that Anna is one of Geoffrey's closest friends. To me, it seems like
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
In this very IC fic, Anna gives Ellen a ride home. Once they are away from the theater, Anna's personality grows somewhat more assertive while retaining her sweetness. In contrast, Ellen's divaness gets put on ice, giving way to a particular kind of vulnerability. It's a sweet story of people reaching out and connecting.
Anna's just leaving for the day – a half-hour later than she's supposed to, pretty good all things considered – when she notices Ellen waiting in the cold. That boyfriend of hers, the one who looks like he's not old enough to shave, usually picks her up after rehearsal these days, but maybe he forgot. And now it's going to be another forty minutes before the bus goes by, and maybe that's what makes her walk over.
"Hi," she says, feeling sort of foolish in case Ellen's got a perfectly good reason for standing out in three-degree weather.
Ellen looks over as if surprised to actually hear her speak. "Oh, hi," she says, wrapping her scarf (filmy, silky, not a good wool one like Anna's) around her neck more snugly.
"Do you, uh. Need a ride?" Anna smiles, trying not to feel like it's high school again and she's mustering up the courage to talk to one of the popular girls.
Ellen looks at her watch. "It doesn't look like he's coming, does it? If it's not out of your way..."
"No, it's no problem." New Burbage is compact – it doesn't take more than fifteen minutes to drive anywhere, really, but even if it did, Anna wouldn't mind.
You Could Help, It Wouldn't Be That Hard