Sometimes I think life would be much easier without otps, but then the feels overwhelm me and I can’t imagine not fangirling about them
Fic: I’m not lost (just undiscovered) (The Tomorrow People; John/Astrid)
Fandom: The Tomorrow People
Summary: She can’t explain the heaviness that settles in her chest, but it feels a lot like sadness. He deserves better.
Author’s Note: Of course of the two ships that would get me out of my writing funk, one of them would be near on impossible to ever happen because TPTB have made one half evil and have a love affair with a different pairing, and the other is for a show that in all likelihood won’t see a second season. That’s good going. Anyway, title is from the James Morrison song, Undiscovered. This takes place after Episode 1x19.
She’s not sure how she feels.
She’s not really sure what she should feel.
Confused may be the only apt description, but it isn’t really a feeling – it’s a state of being.
No, what she feels is a potent concoction of shock and utter amazement, happiness for her oldest friend and sheer relief that everyone is still standing here, alive. But if only it was as simple as that. No, because it’s all weighed down by sorrow, hurt, disbelief of varying shades, and worst of all, anger, hot simmering anger. It weighs her down like a large rock tied to her feet by thick, unyielding rope, and she’s falling, drowning.
The sight of Stephen draped around Hillary, hugging her tight, face buried in her neck in an outpouring of joy and relief, makes her stomach twist and bile rise in her throat.
She doesn’t understand.
i’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition
What’s brilliant about the writing is that in that moment, that’s the first moment Brienne considers it, and it’s the horror that that might be true and what she might have to deal with. […] She moves away; she doesn’t do the formal exit. She just has to turn away. Even Brienne is incredibly aware of respectability and manners, as difficult as it is for her; she’s still a lady. But she doesn’t give a formal exit, she turns away. Then in her eye-line is Jaime. It’s, I think, really slapped her hard on one side of the face, and then the other even harder, as she runs off red-faced. “Oh, God!” - Gwendoline Christie