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l'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux by formerlydf (PG)
Fandom: STAR TREK RPF
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Length: 5,149
Author on LJ:![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=1)
formerlydf
Author Website:
Why this must be read: Zach can handle someone metaphorically leaving their heart in his hands; he's never had to contemplate what he would do if someone left their metaphorical heart literally in his hands. Set in a slightly AU world where magic exists, Chris steals his heart back from Disney and gives it to Zach for safekeeping. I don't really know how to describe this fic, other than to say it is charming and delightful, and makes one almost believe in magic.
He sits in the kitchen, staring at the parcel thoughtfully but not yet daring to open it. Just as he thinks, Fuck it, and reaches for the knot — it's a very traditional package, very Sound of Music with the brown paper and the string, which Zach thinks he can appreciate — the phone rings.
Normally, this wouldn't be such a dramatic event. Normally, however, Zach isn't staring at a mysterious bundle and Chris isn't asleep in his guest room looking like he just fought six rounds with the universe and lost every single one. (It's the "six rounds" part that's unusual, of course. Chris being asleep in Zach's guest room happens all the time, as much as Zach would prefer him to move just one door over, to Zach's room.)
Zach picks up the phone. The cool plastic begins to warm against his ear, the usual feel of a phone. So far, normalcy reigns. "Hello?"
The voice on the other end of the line is cool, clipped and utterly emotionless. Zach wonders if he should get her contact information; JJ might need an extra female Vulcan. "Hello, Mr. Quinto. My name is Liv Stanade; I work in the Tenure department of Walt Disney Pictures. I was supposed to have a meeting with your friend —" she says the word so dispassionately that Zach wonders if she even knows what it means "— Christopher Pine, but he never arrived. I wondered if you might know his current whereabouts."
Zach thinks about Chris, curled up under the guest room's comforter. Blue is a good color on him. "Sorry," he tells her, looking at his caller id. Unfamiliar number, name withheld; it just figures. "Haven't heard from him."
He hears a brief sigh, just the faintest suggestion that the woman speaking to him might be able to feel just enough emotion to register annoyance. "Mr. Quinto, this is a matter of the utmost importance."
"If you want to call me a liar, just say it," Zach tells her flatly. He despises people who evade their own meanings, stringing words around until you're knotted up in implications alone. And what the hell is the Tenure department, anyway? Disney is a production company, not a college.
"I'm not suggesting that you're a liar, Mr. Quinto," Liv Stanade responds calmly. "Merely hoping for you to understand the gravity of the situation. I must ask you to call me back if you see your friend, especially if he's carrying a package you have never seen before."
"I will do what I can." That's not a lie. However, what Zach can do does not include betraying his friend, especially not to a woman who has given him absolutely no reason to trust her. Ms. Stanade isn't the only one who can twist words to suit her fancy.
"Thank you, Mr. Quinto. Goodbye."
"Goodbye," Zach echoes, to the hum of a dial tone. He hangs up the phone and sits back for a moment, scrutinizing the parcel. One quick tug undoes the knot; the brown paper falls away almost before Zach reaches for it.
Inside is a tree. A small tree, no more than a foot tall, but Zach still has to wonder if he's dreaming, because the package was small and rectangular and almost flat. Book-shaped, Zach would have said, and yet now it's always been large enough to contain a bonsai tree.
It's a beautiful tree, its branches twining around each other, with dark green leaves and blue-white flowers just beginning to unfurl. It sits in a wide, shallow earthenware pot, its roots just barely showing through the dirt.
Zach wonders if Chris wants him to water it, but he doesn't stand up to get the watering can. Instead he lays a hand on the trunk, sturdy despite its size and elegance, and breathes. He feels calm.
He takes the tree with him when he goes back into his room, and keeps one hand on it as he drifts back into sleep. In his last moment of consciousness, he can almost imagine it has a heartbeat, perfectly in time with his breathing.
l'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Length: 5,149
Author on LJ:
formerlydfAuthor Website:
Why this must be read: Zach can handle someone metaphorically leaving their heart in his hands; he's never had to contemplate what he would do if someone left their metaphorical heart literally in his hands. Set in a slightly AU world where magic exists, Chris steals his heart back from Disney and gives it to Zach for safekeeping. I don't really know how to describe this fic, other than to say it is charming and delightful, and makes one almost believe in magic.
He sits in the kitchen, staring at the parcel thoughtfully but not yet daring to open it. Just as he thinks, Fuck it, and reaches for the knot — it's a very traditional package, very Sound of Music with the brown paper and the string, which Zach thinks he can appreciate — the phone rings.
Normally, this wouldn't be such a dramatic event. Normally, however, Zach isn't staring at a mysterious bundle and Chris isn't asleep in his guest room looking like he just fought six rounds with the universe and lost every single one. (It's the "six rounds" part that's unusual, of course. Chris being asleep in Zach's guest room happens all the time, as much as Zach would prefer him to move just one door over, to Zach's room.)
Zach picks up the phone. The cool plastic begins to warm against his ear, the usual feel of a phone. So far, normalcy reigns. "Hello?"
The voice on the other end of the line is cool, clipped and utterly emotionless. Zach wonders if he should get her contact information; JJ might need an extra female Vulcan. "Hello, Mr. Quinto. My name is Liv Stanade; I work in the Tenure department of Walt Disney Pictures. I was supposed to have a meeting with your friend —" she says the word so dispassionately that Zach wonders if she even knows what it means "— Christopher Pine, but he never arrived. I wondered if you might know his current whereabouts."
Zach thinks about Chris, curled up under the guest room's comforter. Blue is a good color on him. "Sorry," he tells her, looking at his caller id. Unfamiliar number, name withheld; it just figures. "Haven't heard from him."
He hears a brief sigh, just the faintest suggestion that the woman speaking to him might be able to feel just enough emotion to register annoyance. "Mr. Quinto, this is a matter of the utmost importance."
"If you want to call me a liar, just say it," Zach tells her flatly. He despises people who evade their own meanings, stringing words around until you're knotted up in implications alone. And what the hell is the Tenure department, anyway? Disney is a production company, not a college.
"I'm not suggesting that you're a liar, Mr. Quinto," Liv Stanade responds calmly. "Merely hoping for you to understand the gravity of the situation. I must ask you to call me back if you see your friend, especially if he's carrying a package you have never seen before."
"I will do what I can." That's not a lie. However, what Zach can do does not include betraying his friend, especially not to a woman who has given him absolutely no reason to trust her. Ms. Stanade isn't the only one who can twist words to suit her fancy.
"Thank you, Mr. Quinto. Goodbye."
"Goodbye," Zach echoes, to the hum of a dial tone. He hangs up the phone and sits back for a moment, scrutinizing the parcel. One quick tug undoes the knot; the brown paper falls away almost before Zach reaches for it.
Inside is a tree. A small tree, no more than a foot tall, but Zach still has to wonder if he's dreaming, because the package was small and rectangular and almost flat. Book-shaped, Zach would have said, and yet now it's always been large enough to contain a bonsai tree.
It's a beautiful tree, its branches twining around each other, with dark green leaves and blue-white flowers just beginning to unfurl. It sits in a wide, shallow earthenware pot, its roots just barely showing through the dirt.
Zach wonders if Chris wants him to water it, but he doesn't stand up to get the watering can. Instead he lays a hand on the trunk, sturdy despite its size and elegance, and breathes. He feels calm.
He takes the tree with him when he goes back into his room, and keeps one hand on it as he drifts back into sleep. In his last moment of consciousness, he can almost imagine it has a heartbeat, perfectly in time with his breathing.
l'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux