078. Where? -- Where'd We Go?
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tr_ficTitle: Where’d We Go?
Pairing: Iker/OFC
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 078. Where?
Words: 1534
A/N: Listening to another song that gets lodged in my head and won’t go away. *sighs* This time it’s Where’d You Go by Fort Minor which I TOTALLY recommend listening too.
I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,
It seems one thing has been true all along,
You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,
I guess I've had it with you and your career,
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...
She sat on the bed, her knees tucked under her chin with her arms clamped around them. The room had grown an inky black but she didn’t care. She was too numb to care.
It was another night where he was gone. He wouldn’t be back till Thursday, four days from now. She had waited all day for a phone call, for his voice, and now when he said he was going to call (‘Eight o’clock, I promise!’), he hadn’t. It was nearing eleven and still no call.
The saddest part, in her mind, was that if he did call, she really wouldn’t have anything to say to him. They would ask how the other was and what they had done that day and that would be it. She couldn’t tell him how much she hated this; hated that he wasn’t here when she needed him to ease her loneliness.
Then again, this was her price for loving a man who sold his soul to the game. This was the price for falling for a man who wasn’t home for days on end; for a man that, when he was home, just wanted to sleep or watch television. It wasn’t that he didn’t try, he did, but she felt he could have tried just an ounce harder to make it work, make them work.
A shrill ring interrupted the darkness and she blinked at the bright lights of the illuminated phone beside her on the bed. She eased slowly out of her crouched position and picked up the phone.
“Hey.” She said, throat thick from hours of suppressed tears and lack of use.
“Amor, sorry that I called late, I know you were probably busy with something.” He said in a rush. She heard the loud noise of a bar in the background.
“Yeah, yeah I was busy.” She took the door that his lie had opened so blatantly wide.
“Well, um, how are you? How was your day?” He asked just to fill the void that her silence was creating.
She wanted to tell him that she was tired of all of this. She wanted to offer him the ultimatum of coming home now or her leaving. She wanted to make him see what he was doing to her.
“Good,” she said cheery voice summoned from somewhere deep inside of her. “I went shopping and bought lots of pretty things.” Lie. “I also had a long lunch with some of the girls.” Lie.
“That’s good, I hope all you are having fun.” Iker laughed at something one of the others had said and she knew that the end of this pathetic conversation was coming closer. “Well, listen baby, I have to go now. Love you.”
“Love—” Click. “You too.” She told the dial tone.
She shook her head while flipping her phone shut. “I don’t have to deal with this. I. Don’t. Have. To. Deal. With. This.” She repeated, defiance growing with every word.
She opened her phone and punched in his number and waited.
“Yeah?” He asked on the fourth ring.
“Iker, we need to talk. Now.” She said no longer pretending that everything was okay.
“Okay, well…just give me a minute to get where I can hear—”
“No. Talk in person, not on the phone.”
“What? You want me to leave?” He asked in a confused voice.
“Yes.” She sighed, might as well push further. “If you don’t come home now, I’m leaving you.”
“What? Cass, don’t do this. Whatever it is we can work it out…”
“Yeah Iker, because you’ve proven it to me while I’ve sat at home alone.” Then she hung up.
She turned the lights on and started to pack. He wouldn’t come home. The team meant everything to him. She felt a small pang of vengeance for what she’d done. She’d at least stood up for herself if only slightly.
Two hours later, Cassandra’s life with one Iker Casillas had been packed away into three bags. She sighed and decided that it was late now. She might as well stay and get some sleep. She could leave in the morning.
She slid into bed and hugged his pillow close. She would miss his smell (and his warmth, his arms, his hugs). She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. A light rain had started in the time she’d been packing and now it had picked up speed to a steady beat. It lulled her into a pained sleep.
“Madre de Dios!”
Cassandra woke lethargically, she was groggy and thought she’d only imagined the bellowing tone but when she heard muttered curses in Spanish (and the front door slamming with the backdrop of thunder) she sat up and reached for her robe. She rubbed at her eye while heading for the landing to look and see who entered the house.
“Iker?” She asked confused when she saw him.
“Yeah. It’s me.” He said with great unhappiness while he unbuttoned the top of his soaked shirt.
“Why are you all wet?” Cassandra slowly started down the stairs.
Thunder interrupted his answer. “It’s pissing rain and the car stopped down the street. I had to walk home.”
His tone was short and he looked like a drowned cat, but she’d never been happier to see him in all her life. Which was precisely why she jumped into his arms, uncaring of the fact that she was going to get wet as well.
“You’re here.” She started kissing his face while squeezing him tightly.
“Yeah. And I’m wet.” He said grumpily (but he held her to him).
“But you’re here.” Cassandra sighed contentedly.
“Well, it was either that or loose you, right? That’s what you said.” Cassandra eased her hold on him and stepped back, eyes on his face.
“Yes. We do need to talk.” Cassandra paused. “But first, you need to change clothes and get a hot bath. I don’t want you getting pneumonia.”
“I’ll be right back Cass.” Iker kissed the side of her head before moving up the stairs.
“I’ll be in the kitchen.” Cassandra went to start a pot of coffee.
She watched the storm from the kitchen window while the hot drink brewed. What was she going to say? She hadn’t really expected him to be here. She thought he didn’t care. What if he really didn’t care? What if he came to end it before she could? Was she still going to end it now?
“Penny for your thoughts?”
She jumped and looked behind her to see Iker toweling his hair. She swallowed thickly. He only had a pair of tracksuit bottoms on and water was still running down his neck and across his chest and even lower…
“Erm…” She cleared her throat. “I was just thinking.”
“About if I was going to come or not?” He asked, mouth lifted in a bemused expression. She looked down, guilty, and he nodded humorlessly. He took a step closer to come up behind her. He kissed the side of her head again. “I would’ve come earlier, all you had to do was ask.”
“But I didn’t know if you would or not.” She whispered, tears backing up in her throat.
“Dios…querida, I would do anything for you.”
“But you don’t act like it.” She pushed away from him to go stand in a corner with her arms wrapped around herself. “You’re never here! I get that you have to travel a lot, but when you are here, you make me feel second to everything. When you call, that’s if you call, we don’t talk like we used too. It feels…obligatory.”
She went through her speech and when she finished, she looked up to see him with a blank expression. His face was slack as he looked at her.
“Please say something.” She whispered nervously.
He exhaled sharply. “What can I say?”
The suppressed tears rose into her eyes, making them sting sharply. She swallowed and nodded. “That’s what I thought. I’ll be gone in the morning.”
She started for the doorway and heard Iker curse again. She didn’t stop; she continued for the bedroom where it would be safe to cry her heart out under the blankets.
“Cassandra, I don’t want you to go.” Iker said from the bottom of the stairs.
She looked at him over her shoulder and smiled sadly. “I don’t want to go either, but…what can we do?” She turned again and started up another stair.
“We can fight.” She paused and then she heard his footsteps coming up the stairs behind her. “We can fight for us. I’ll change, Dios, I swear I’ll change.”
Cassandra turned and looked at him with hopeful happiness rising in her heart, despite her mind’s warnings. “You mean it? You promise me?”
Iker move up another step to stand in front of her. “I swear to you Cassandra, that I will never break your heart again.”
Cassandra wrapped her arms around his neck while she started to cry in happiness. Iker held on to her tightly while he rubbed her back. “Shhh, it’s okay now.” Cassandra laughed through her tears and held on tighter to him. She wasn’t going to let him go now.
Pairing: Iker/OFC
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 078. Where?
Words: 1534
A/N: Listening to another song that gets lodged in my head and won’t go away. *sighs* This time it’s Where’d You Go by Fort Minor which I TOTALLY recommend listening too.
I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,
It seems one thing has been true all along,
You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,
I guess I've had it with you and your career,
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...
She sat on the bed, her knees tucked under her chin with her arms clamped around them. The room had grown an inky black but she didn’t care. She was too numb to care.
It was another night where he was gone. He wouldn’t be back till Thursday, four days from now. She had waited all day for a phone call, for his voice, and now when he said he was going to call (‘Eight o’clock, I promise!’), he hadn’t. It was nearing eleven and still no call.
The saddest part, in her mind, was that if he did call, she really wouldn’t have anything to say to him. They would ask how the other was and what they had done that day and that would be it. She couldn’t tell him how much she hated this; hated that he wasn’t here when she needed him to ease her loneliness.
Then again, this was her price for loving a man who sold his soul to the game. This was the price for falling for a man who wasn’t home for days on end; for a man that, when he was home, just wanted to sleep or watch television. It wasn’t that he didn’t try, he did, but she felt he could have tried just an ounce harder to make it work, make them work.
A shrill ring interrupted the darkness and she blinked at the bright lights of the illuminated phone beside her on the bed. She eased slowly out of her crouched position and picked up the phone.
“Hey.” She said, throat thick from hours of suppressed tears and lack of use.
“Amor, sorry that I called late, I know you were probably busy with something.” He said in a rush. She heard the loud noise of a bar in the background.
“Yeah, yeah I was busy.” She took the door that his lie had opened so blatantly wide.
“Well, um, how are you? How was your day?” He asked just to fill the void that her silence was creating.
She wanted to tell him that she was tired of all of this. She wanted to offer him the ultimatum of coming home now or her leaving. She wanted to make him see what he was doing to her.
“Good,” she said cheery voice summoned from somewhere deep inside of her. “I went shopping and bought lots of pretty things.” Lie. “I also had a long lunch with some of the girls.” Lie.
“That’s good, I hope all you are having fun.” Iker laughed at something one of the others had said and she knew that the end of this pathetic conversation was coming closer. “Well, listen baby, I have to go now. Love you.”
“Love—” Click. “You too.” She told the dial tone.
She shook her head while flipping her phone shut. “I don’t have to deal with this. I. Don’t. Have. To. Deal. With. This.” She repeated, defiance growing with every word.
She opened her phone and punched in his number and waited.
“Yeah?” He asked on the fourth ring.
“Iker, we need to talk. Now.” She said no longer pretending that everything was okay.
“Okay, well…just give me a minute to get where I can hear—”
“No. Talk in person, not on the phone.”
“What? You want me to leave?” He asked in a confused voice.
“Yes.” She sighed, might as well push further. “If you don’t come home now, I’m leaving you.”
“What? Cass, don’t do this. Whatever it is we can work it out…”
“Yeah Iker, because you’ve proven it to me while I’ve sat at home alone.” Then she hung up.
She turned the lights on and started to pack. He wouldn’t come home. The team meant everything to him. She felt a small pang of vengeance for what she’d done. She’d at least stood up for herself if only slightly.
Two hours later, Cassandra’s life with one Iker Casillas had been packed away into three bags. She sighed and decided that it was late now. She might as well stay and get some sleep. She could leave in the morning.
She slid into bed and hugged his pillow close. She would miss his smell (and his warmth, his arms, his hugs). She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. A light rain had started in the time she’d been packing and now it had picked up speed to a steady beat. It lulled her into a pained sleep.
“Madre de Dios!”
Cassandra woke lethargically, she was groggy and thought she’d only imagined the bellowing tone but when she heard muttered curses in Spanish (and the front door slamming with the backdrop of thunder) she sat up and reached for her robe. She rubbed at her eye while heading for the landing to look and see who entered the house.
“Iker?” She asked confused when she saw him.
“Yeah. It’s me.” He said with great unhappiness while he unbuttoned the top of his soaked shirt.
“Why are you all wet?” Cassandra slowly started down the stairs.
Thunder interrupted his answer. “It’s pissing rain and the car stopped down the street. I had to walk home.”
His tone was short and he looked like a drowned cat, but she’d never been happier to see him in all her life. Which was precisely why she jumped into his arms, uncaring of the fact that she was going to get wet as well.
“You’re here.” She started kissing his face while squeezing him tightly.
“Yeah. And I’m wet.” He said grumpily (but he held her to him).
“But you’re here.” Cassandra sighed contentedly.
“Well, it was either that or loose you, right? That’s what you said.” Cassandra eased her hold on him and stepped back, eyes on his face.
“Yes. We do need to talk.” Cassandra paused. “But first, you need to change clothes and get a hot bath. I don’t want you getting pneumonia.”
“I’ll be right back Cass.” Iker kissed the side of her head before moving up the stairs.
“I’ll be in the kitchen.” Cassandra went to start a pot of coffee.
She watched the storm from the kitchen window while the hot drink brewed. What was she going to say? She hadn’t really expected him to be here. She thought he didn’t care. What if he really didn’t care? What if he came to end it before she could? Was she still going to end it now?
“Penny for your thoughts?”
She jumped and looked behind her to see Iker toweling his hair. She swallowed thickly. He only had a pair of tracksuit bottoms on and water was still running down his neck and across his chest and even lower…
“Erm…” She cleared her throat. “I was just thinking.”
“About if I was going to come or not?” He asked, mouth lifted in a bemused expression. She looked down, guilty, and he nodded humorlessly. He took a step closer to come up behind her. He kissed the side of her head again. “I would’ve come earlier, all you had to do was ask.”
“But I didn’t know if you would or not.” She whispered, tears backing up in her throat.
“Dios…querida, I would do anything for you.”
“But you don’t act like it.” She pushed away from him to go stand in a corner with her arms wrapped around herself. “You’re never here! I get that you have to travel a lot, but when you are here, you make me feel second to everything. When you call, that’s if you call, we don’t talk like we used too. It feels…obligatory.”
She went through her speech and when she finished, she looked up to see him with a blank expression. His face was slack as he looked at her.
“Please say something.” She whispered nervously.
He exhaled sharply. “What can I say?”
The suppressed tears rose into her eyes, making them sting sharply. She swallowed and nodded. “That’s what I thought. I’ll be gone in the morning.”
She started for the doorway and heard Iker curse again. She didn’t stop; she continued for the bedroom where it would be safe to cry her heart out under the blankets.
“Cassandra, I don’t want you to go.” Iker said from the bottom of the stairs.
She looked at him over her shoulder and smiled sadly. “I don’t want to go either, but…what can we do?” She turned again and started up another stair.
“We can fight.” She paused and then she heard his footsteps coming up the stairs behind her. “We can fight for us. I’ll change, Dios, I swear I’ll change.”
Cassandra turned and looked at him with hopeful happiness rising in her heart, despite her mind’s warnings. “You mean it? You promise me?”
Iker move up another step to stand in front of her. “I swear to you Cassandra, that I will never break your heart again.”
Cassandra wrapped her arms around his neck while she started to cry in happiness. Iker held on to her tightly while he rubbed her back. “Shhh, it’s okay now.” Cassandra laughed through her tears and held on tighter to him. She wasn’t going to let him go now.
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