Rushbelle: True Love’s Proof: Belle sees what it’s like to work with Rush when he’s been up for 24 hours straight. - notalwayslate
True Love’s Proof: Fatigue
Belle heard the shouting long before she reached the console room. She had been on her way back to her quarters and wanted to see where Nick was in his shift. According to her own calculations, he should have been in bed asleep ten hours ago. But as she neared the console room, it was definitely Nick’s voice that was echoing down the hallway.
So, since a surprising number of people (and by surprising number, I mean more than 3) expressed interest in it, here is Girls’ Night
which I now realize sounds like a really crappy pornowritten from Rush’s POV, complete with awkwardness and some little big damn heroics.
The awkward phrasing of the first few sentences is meant to be the echoes of the dialogue of the first chapter and I hope that came across well enough.
Hope you enjoy!
“…Ah… ah ah… shit, shit-it!”
“…unpleasant-ant, doesn’t it-it?”
“…Disney princess, Belle-elle!”
If he’d been a dog, Rush was sure his ears would have visibly perked up at the mention of his assistant. He’d been on his way to the dining hall, taking a mandated (by Young, of course) break to rest and eat. He’d taken a less direct path from the control room in an attempt to avoid anyone else considering how very irritated he was feeling. Not that it was out of the norm, how much he wanted to smash something heavy and satisfyingly fragile, but it did not make for great conversation. But as he was passing the corridor to the observation deck he’d heard the bouncing echoes of female voices. Hearing Belle’s name had completely derailed his plan and drawn him in like a man well under a curse.
anon prompted: Role reversal, Belle the brilliant and jackass scientist and Rush as the gruff but good-natured and well-liked person.
The lighting was dim in the near empty console room, a sure sign that it was time for normal people to give up on their work until the next morning. Dr. Belle French, not being normal, squinted as she continued frantically typing lines of key code into an overworked computer system. A yawn built at the back of her throat but she choked it down, unwilling to admit defeat even to herself. When the flying numbers began to blur, she allowed herself a moment to lay her head against her hands on the screen, telling herself that a thirty-second respite would get her complaining body back in order.
“You’re still up.”
Belle whipped her head up fast enough that it twinged painfully and she grimaced, rubbing at it with a pale hand. Her pseudo-assistant stared at her with deep brown eyes, the scruff covering his lower face somehow appearing well managed even without Earth’s conveniences. His words held no trace of mockery or question; he was well aware that she stayed up far later than she ought to, though he never tried to force her to sleep. She was grateful to him for that.
Summary: Some of the women on Destiny gather for a night away from the men and end up gabbing about…. personal things. Rush overhears and awkwardness ensues. Just a silly, fun drabble that didn’t want to leave me alone.
Rating: Totally PG, besides drinking and a few swear words.
“Ah, shit!” Tamara sucked in a breath through her teeth and rubbing at watering eyes. “That stuff stings.”
She stretched out the arm holding the bottle to the next person in the circle, Belle, who took it gingerly and wrinkled her nose before sipping with one hand firmly pinching her nostrils, though it did little to lessen the burn of the alcohol as it traveled down her throat.
anon prompted: RushBelle. They do not make it home and instead have kids, grow old, and die onboard the ship.
I apologize in advance. It was not supposed to be this…this.
He hadn’t expected to make it home, but he knew Belle had and it was the only reason he was at all upset about the gate failing. Despite her protests he had stayed awake for a good 73 hours typing codes into the control panel, but by the time he finally passed out he had still accomplished nothing. People were yelling, angry that the promise Young had stupidly made was falling through. Some of them (most) resorted to tears. Belle was steadfast through it all, her face so perfectly blank that Rush knew it was hiding a myriad of things. When he finally confronted Young about learning not to make promises he couldn’t keep, the memory of that blankness hurt more than the fist that collided with his cheek. The gate was broken beyond repair, never going to return to Earth, and Rush finally had to admit it. He was holding Belle against him when the crack in her shell finally appeared, and she sobbed herself sick against his shoulder in the safety of their quarters.
Title: Seasons of Light and Darkness, A Tale of Two Cities Rumple/Belle/Rush AU
Prologue: La Petite Belle
Rating: PG (for the moment; may eventually be upped to PG-13, but there isn’t any smut in this one)
Author’s Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANG!!!!!!!! I know this is something of a gyp since you were probably expecting a full chapter, but I had to post the prologue first. I’ll try to get chapter 1 up, soon. In the meantime, I shall attempt to placate you with bonus birthday smut :D
For everyone else who isn’t ANG, hope you enjoy, too. This one’s a little different from my usual fare - the lack of smut, for one lol - but I hope it meets my usual standards. Alright, best let you get on with it so I can post the smut and Chapter 1 tonight!
Nicholas Rush marched nervously about his office, straightening things here, dusting things there. He wouldn’t allow anything to be out of place today, not even a single sheet of parchment. Not on his first day as an official solicitor.