Title: Whisper
Author: Kelandris the Mad
Fandom: View Askewniverse
Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob
Rating: Smushily G
Status: posted to the list 10 December 2004
Archive:  The traditional places.  If you don't know what the traditional places
are, you might want to write and ask.  And here's how:
Feedback: kel@crazysheep.net
Series/Sequels: One-shot little ficlet.
Disclaimers:  Kevin Smith, View Askew Productions, Jason Mewes and Scott Mosier
have creative control and ownership of Jay and Silent Bob, not me.
Notes:  This is for ren, who said "Where's all the new fic?"
Summary:  Bob gets a surprise in bed.  No, not that kind of surprise, sadly.
Warnings:  Never thought I'd write any total G pieces after the Gold series.
So, yeah...no sex. :)

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"Whisper"
by Kelandris

"Psst."

Bob hadn't been sleeping well for about a month now, sliding in and
out of dreams, annoying; it was like something got switched
permanently to ON in his brain and wouldn't shut down. No amount of
alcohol or pot had yet been found to keep his sleep dreamless, or at
least consistent.

"Psst. Wake up, damn it!"

Finger flicked at his ear and he huddled under the blankets. One hand
impatiently reached out to swat sleepily at whatever it was, and got
grabbed. That got an eye cracked open and a mumble.

"Whuzzit...tired..."

"Wake up, fat boy."

Bob blinked, pulled on his hand, realized it was still being held by
something. He half-turned in the bed, dark eyes blurry, face made
young by half-wakefulness.

"Wha...?"

"C'mon. Wake up already. M'lonely."

And the hand was released. Now Bob had confusion, as well as gears
spinning as he tried to wake up. He turned completely over and only
the flash of blond hair in the half-light through the blinds convinced
him it wasn't a dream.

Okay, Jay had been in his bed in dreams for years now, but not fully
dressed. Not with that lost look in his eyes. This had to be real life.

He stared at Jay for a moment, martialing his wits, breathing in and
out. About the time he realized Jay was matching him, breath for
breath, he blinked again, peering at him.

"What's up, Jay?" he asked softly.

Jay shrugged, looking away for the first time.

"Couldn't sleep. Missed you."

Bob raised his eyebrows, and Jay scowled.

"You know what I mean, fat ass. Shit. ROOM. MATE. How many fuckin'
times I gotta--"

Bob put his hand over Jay's mouth. Instantly, Jay's anger leached
away, and he leaned into the slight pressure, waiting. Calm.
*Trusting*, and how weird was *that*?

He thought for a moment. Stared at Jay's profile, half in shadow.
Made a decision, and hoped it was the right one. Stared some more
while he had the opportunity. Finally spoke.

"You c'n stay here," Bob said, and turned the other way. Still, his
eyes didn't close until he heard Jay slither out of his street gear,
slither between the covers, and plaster his less-warm self against
Bob's broad back.

"Thanks," Jay whispered.

Bob shrugged, and--feeling greatly daring--reached out under the
covers, pulling one of Jay's thin arms around his waist. Jay didn't
say anything else though.

Clutching his prize, Bob fell asleep, content at last.

Kel
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