where we left off || GENESIS?

[huck ioan anderson]

He had discovered that alcohol was a great way to escape. He didn't have to think about the things that were bothering him, he didn't have to think about what was wrong with him. He could just be numb. That numbness was something that he thirsted for, especially since it was the anniversary of Spitz's death. It was hard for Huck, to live this life without his best friend, to think about what they could have been doing together right now. He couldn't even imagine because of how unpredictable Spitz had been, but he loved to try. Although, lately, imagining life with Spitz instead of without him had been increasingly painful as the date grew nearer to that of the fatal crash.

Grabbing the bottle of whiskey from his bedside table, Huck pushed himself up into a standing position, his blue eyes dilating, finding it difficult to focus as he fought for his balance, swaying dangerously. Catching himself on the table, he sent the lamp crashing to the ground, wincing as it shattered loudly. "Fuck." He swore suddenly, his voice slurring the curse as he managed to take a step forward.

Huck was going through a hard time. He was shutting himself off to the world outside of his own little bubble of safety, but he was putting himself in serious danger by drinking the way that he was. He always did it when Genesis wasn't home because he didn't think she would be pleased if she knew what he was doing. That's why when she did come home, he was usually passed out on the couch, or in his bed. He blamed it on the medication, which was perfectly believable and acceptable, since he was flushing the required dose down the toilet so it looked like he was taking the meds. He managed to get himself smelling alcohol free by the time she walked through the door, so there was never any implications. But today, he had no idea what her schedule was and he was so far gone already that he didn't truly care. The only concern he had at this very moment was that he was alive and Spitz was not. Huck had started becoming silent in his therapy sessions with Genesis. He didn't even want to open up to her anymore. She knew what had happened and that should be enough. She didn't need to know that six months ago today, Huck crashed the plane and killed his best friend.

Groaning to himself as he exited the bedroom, he stumbled forward, somehow making his way to the couch. The alcohol sloshed noisily around in the pretty much empty whiskey bottle, which had been consumed over the past three days. Huck chugged the rest of the biting liquid, not even feeling it go down his throat because of how numb it was. Dropping down onto the couch, he nearly missed, but caught himself on the edge of the coffee table. However, since his equilibrium was way off, he caught himself with his head, smashing it rather soundly against the sharp edge of the piece of furniture. Cursing colorfully, he brought his hand up to his forehead when he managed to sit up, testing to see if he had done serious damage. When he pulled his head away and saw the blood, he swore once more and pushed himself up from the couch. However, he moved too quickly, and he came crashing back down, landing in a heap on the ground. Breathless and completely off balance, he lay there, keeping his hand on his head, wondering how in the world he had gotten himself into this mess. Pissed at himself, he grabbed the empty bottle and chucked it across the room, watching as it landed successfully into the door, crashing into pieces. The leftover liquid dripped down the wood of the door, but Huck didn't even care. He lay there, sprawled out, trying to figure out how in the world he could get up before Genesis got home.

[GENESIS MARCHETTE MANCINI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/f3rpcx.jpg); height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em; border-radius: 4em;] ho hey i can write a song Love we need it now Let's hope for some So, we're bleeding out I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweet ---- ! PRESSING THE 'END' BUTTON ON THE PHONE, GENESIS SLUMPED AGAINST THE WALL OF THE ELEVATOR, CLOSING HER EYES AS IT ROCKED HER UPWARD. THIS COULDN'T BE HAPPENING. EVERY TIME SHE STARTED TO MAKE PROGRESS WITH A CASE, THEY ALWAYS GOT STOLEN AWAY FROM HER FOR SOME REASON OR ANOTHER. IT WAS THE HANDICAP OF BEING THE YOUNGEST THERAPIST IN THE PRACTICE. SHE NEVER GOT THE CREDIT FOR HEALING SOMEONE, AND IT FRUSTRATED AND IRRITATED HER. IT HAD HAPPENED SO MANY TIMES BEFORE, BUT THIS TIME IT FELT MORE PERSONAL. THIS TIME IT HAD TO DO WITH HUCK. AS THE ELEVATOR DOORS PINGED OPEN, GENESIS GATHERED HERSELF, THANKFUL CRESSIDA WAS OUT FOR THE NIGHT EVEN IF IT WAS WITH A MAN WHO WAS FAR TOO OLD FOR HER. GENESIS DIDN'T HAVE MUCH RIGHT TO HARP ON HER YOUNGER SISTER ABOUT FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIPS. EVEN IF THE NEWS AT THE END OF HER DAY HAD BEEN LESS THAN SAVORY, THE THOUGHT OF COMING HOME TO NOTHING BUT HUCK WAS RELIEF ENOUGH FOR HER. SHE'D NEVER THOUGHT SHE WOULD GET TO THIS POINT: WANTING AND NEEDING HIM FOR SOMETHING MORE. IT COULD BE SAID SHE SUFFERED FROM COMMITMENT ISSUES, EVEN IF SHE WOULDN'T BE THE ONE TO SAY IT. SHE DIDN'T LET PEOPLE GET INTO HER HEAD, OR TO GET CLOSE TO HER, BUT HUCK HAD MANAGED TO UNDERMINE ALL OF THAT. IF SHE BELIEVED IN ANALYZING HERSELF THEN SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN FASCINATED TO SIT AND BREAK DOWN THEIR RELATIONSHIP FROM THE START - FROM ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS TO DATING - BUT SHE WOULDN'T. SHE DIDN'T WANT TO THINK MUCH AT ALL TONIGHT. SHE JUST NEEDED TO BE WITH HIM AFTER THE THREAT SHE'D RECEIVED FROM HER BOSS. UNLOCKING THE DOOR TO THE APARTMENT SHE SHARED WITH HUCK AND HER YOUNGER SISTER (WHEN CRESSIDA FOUND IT IN HER HEART TO ACTUALLY COME HOME), GENESIS ENTERED AND HER BROW FURROWED AT THE SOUND OF GLASS SHARDS SHIFTING OUT OF THE WAY. STEPPING INSIDE, HER FOOT SPLASHED IN A PUDDLE OF STRONG-SMELLING LIQUID AND SHE WRINKLED HER NOSE AS THE RECOGNIZED THE SCENT OF WHISKEY. UNPLEASANT MEMORIES NAGGED AT THE BACK OF HER MIND, BUT SHE SUFFICIENTLY SUPPRESSED THEM AS SHE DROPPED HER PURSE NEAR THE DOOR AND PUSHED IT CLOSED BEHIND HER. WORRIEDLY, SHE GLANCED DOWN AT THE GLASS AT HER FEET BEFORE HEARING A FAMILIAR VOICE GROAN FROM THE FLOOR PAST THE COUCH. HURRYING AROUND THE COUCH, SHE ALMOST TRIPPED AND FELL OVER HUCK WHERE HE LAY PRONE ON THE FLOOR, CRADLING HIS HEAD. THE SIGHT OF HIM WORRIED HER BUT WAS SUDDENLY MILDLY ENTERTAINING. COVERING HER MOUTH AS SHE SMILED, SHE DROPPED DOWN TO HER KNEES AND LOOKED DOWN AT HIM. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOURSELF?" SHE ASKED, THE HINT OF A SMILE REMAINING ON HER LIPS AS SHE DROPPED HER HAND AND GENTLY BRUSHED HER FINGERTIPS OVER HIS BLOODIED EYEBROW. HE SMELLED MORE LIKE WHISKEY THAN THE ALCOHOL ON THE FLOOR BY THE FRONT DOOR, AND SHE RAISED AN EYEBROW AT HIM AS SHE LOOKED DOWN AT HIM. "DID YOU MISS ME SO MUCH IT DROVE YOU TO DRINKING?" SHE TEASED GENTLY. SHE KNEW IT WAS SOMETHING ELSE THAT HE WASN'T TELLING HER, BUT IT BROKE HER HEART TO SEE HIM TORN UP LIKE THIS NOW. BEFORE, HE'D JUST BEEN ONE OF HER PATIENTS AND, WHILE SHE'D BEEN UPSET WHEN HE WAS CLOSED OFF TO HER, SHE HADN'T FELT THE WAY SHE FELT ABOUT HIM NOW. A FEMALE PART OF HER, DEEP BENEATH THE REASONING RATIONALITY OF HER THAT OVERPOWERED MOST OF HER EMOTIONS, WANTED HIS COMFORT, BUT SHE KNEW HE NEEDED HER MORE RIGHT NOW FOR WHATEVER REASON. "ARE YOU OKAY?" SHE ASKED, GENTLER, HER FINGERS NATURALLY CURLING THROUGH HIS AS SHE SAT BESIDE HIM AND INSPECTED HIS FOREHEAD. "I'LL GET SOME ICE FOR THAT." RISING, SHE SLIPPED OVER TO THE REFRIGERATOR AND RETRIEVED AN ICE PACK, RETURNING TO HIS SIDE AND HOLDING IT GINGERLY AGAINST THE SIDE OF HIS FACE. LEANING OVER, SHE KISSED THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE AND SMILED AT HIM. SHE KNEW HOW HE GOT WHEN HE DIDN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHING; HE'D SHUT DOWN ON HER IN THEIR VERY FIRST SESSION BECAUSE HE HADN'T BEEN READY TO OPEN UP. SHE KNEW NOT TO PUSH HIM UNTIL HE WANTED TO PUSH BACK, AND SHE WOULDN'T DO THAT NOW. SHE DIDN'T WANT TO FIGHT WITH HIM AFTER THE DAY SHE'D HAD. template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY THE LUMINEERS

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[huck ioan anderson]

Huck didn't dare open his eyes because when he did, everything was swimming around him. He couldn't focus on anything and it wasn't a feeling that he truly appreciated. Cursing himself for drinking now, he felt like he was about to be sick, especially with the combined feeling of being drunk and the splitting head ache. Keeping his eyes closed tightly, he tried to roll over onto his side, but that seemed to be out of the question. It was at that moment that he felt tiny paws landing on his chest. Groaning at the thought of the rather excitable raccoon, Huck managed to open one eye and gaze at the furry creature who had found it in his heart to sit on the man's chest. "Oy, bad timing Meek." He slurred out, watching the raccoon with one eye open. Reaching out with his free hand, he was permitted to scratch the little animal's head, nearly missing when he tried to come in contact with him. It was at that moment that the door swung open, and Huck wished he could be hiding in his bedroom more than anything in the world.

Hearing the pause as Genesis took in the sight of the crashed bottle, he just focused on his breathing so that he honestly didn't get sick. Trying to regain the feeling in his lips so he could actually have a conversation with Genesis, he was thankful that her baby sister wasn't here. She had been more trouble than Huck wanted to admit as of late, and while he wasn't overbearing when it came to who she was in a relationship with because he was a go with the flow kind of guy, he did worry about her safety. When she didn't call to tell them she wasn't coming home, Huck worried. And he would call her until she picked up. He knew she hated it, that she felt smothered, but if she would simply text them to tell them where she was when she wouldn't be home, then they could stop worrying and being so smothering. Huck had seen too much in the streets of Afghanistan not to worry as he was. Swallowing past the lump that was rising in his throat, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and produced the goofiest smile that he had ever smiled.

As she knelt beside him, Huck reached up, finding her hand with his, feeling her touch against his forehead. "I...am trying for the dangerous look." He managed to slur out, grinning wildly up at her. Hearing her tease him, he laughed a bit, wiggling so that he was closer to her than before, his head nearly in her lap. "You got it beautiful. I'mma start coming to work with you and tell everyone that I need extra special sessions." He finished with a lopsided smile, looking as adorable as ever, even in his intoxicated state. As she told him she was going to get an ice pack, he whined in protest, not wanting her to leave him at the moment, but she went anyway. Huffing, he tried crossing his arms over his chest but Meeko was still there, in the way. Looking at the raccoon, he frowned, but he didn't want him going anywhere, funnily enough. Letting his head fall back down to the ground with a smack, he made a small 'oomph' of protest, and then managed to find her when she came back to him, asking him if he was alright.

Huck was drunk, and therefore, his guard was way down. She would have a much easier time talking to him like this.

"Do you know what today is, Gen?" He asked her clumsily, his vision swimming for a moment until she put the ice pack on his face. Leaning into the cool pack, he closed his eyes for a moment and shimmied closer to her, placing his head in her lap with a contented sigh. Not giving her much of a chance to answer his question, he spoke up, the words coming out easily. "Six months ago today, I crashed my plane and killed my best friend. I like to think about what we would be doing now, but Spitz was crazy." He finished with a small, forced laugh, his words unclear and hard to follow because of his inebriated state. But he was talking, and that was something, even if he wasn't sober. Huck never spoke about Spitz when he really needed to. Pausing for a moment, he reached to his neck, pulling the dog tags free and taking hold of Spitz's, showing it to Genesis. "I have his dog tags. They got his body back, or what was left of it, and gave these to me. I miss him a lot." He admitted quietly, wishing he was more sober than he was at the moment. Leaning into her now, he let her take the dog tags if she wanted, but for now, closed his eyes, resting more comfortably now that she was here with him in this moment.