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29 April 2006 @ 01:12 pm
FIC: The Tale of Mr. Lee (PG-13)  
Pairing/Character: LoVe
Word Count: 535
Rating: PG-13 (for slight sexuality and language)
Summary: The faded looks of a bear tell a story.
Spoilers/Warnings: Mildly "M.A.D."
Disclaimer: UPN, Warner Bros. Rob Thomas, et al. You know, the usual suspects. They own these characters, not I.
Notes: This is part of a challenge at my LoVe board. If you're interested in reading the other results from writers, check it out.

In the corner sat the bear.

A faded tan now, with splotches of a peachy beige where the sunlight had hit too often, the luster of the original woodsy brown was gone. One of his coal-black eyes was missing, lost during a fight years ago. He had wanted to take the bear back. Being petty and vindictive. Something both of them were still capable of even after seven years of being together.

She had refused. Holding tightly to Mr. Lee (a variation of his initials), she had wept tears over the damn bear. Tears that she had been unable to shed {damn her pride} over the man. He had tugged and pulled and because she feared that Mr. Lee would lose an arm and stuffing, she let go. He fell back and the bear went flying, knocking into the lamp on the table. Hard. The lamp fell -- a beautifully crafted take on a Japanese lantern, unique and expensive, unique and beloved, a gift from him on their 3rd anniversary -- and broke.

A hundred shattered pieces fell to the floor, shattered just like her heart because amidst the porcelain was a black button eye. A cry flew from her throat and he reached the eye before she did and then their eyes met and sobbing she fell into his arms, telling him:


And he said the words right back to her. And then they laughed, she looking up at him, her eyes wet and blue. "You're not a bitch." "I'm not a bitch." They spoke at the same time. And then a beat. "You're an asshole." "I'm an asshole." Again, timed to the second.

He had tried to sew the eye back on as a surprise, a token of his love. The eye fell off the next time she cuddled with Mr. Lee when he was away on a location shoot. She decided it should remain off -- a reminder to her that however imperfect they were, they were perfect for each other. When he asked her about Mr. Lee's missing eye, she just told him simply "it's a reminder," and he understood.

His little white tee shirt wasn't even pretending at a shade of white anymore. Mottled shades from the chocolate syrup experiment, juice from the strawberries that had briefly stained their bodies had forever taken the pure out of poor Mr. Lee's existence. It was when the red wine didn't pool exactly right at her belly button and the bear was lying at her side at just the wrong moment that she had decided he needed a new home. Their bed would be the death of him.

The glitter was gone from the Dolphin-font, the brilliance of the royal blue faded to a dusty cornflower but even after twenty years it was easy to make out the words that stretched across that mottled, no-longer-white tee. And every time she walked into the room and glanced at the corner, Mr. Lee’s home, she smiled. Every time. And every time she looked at Mr. Lee's faded declaration, she remembered the look in Logan’s eyes, the adoration of a still-boy there. And Veronica heard his voice in her head: "I wuv you beary much."

The End
Mia: How LV should be (daphneejen)musing_mia on April 30th, 2006 03:06 am (UTC)
Thanks for reposting. This fic was one of the first L/V fics I read, and I immediately fell in love with it. You didn't sugar coat their relationship. I appreciated that because [quote] however imperfect they were, they were perfect for each other[/quote]. You said it! :bg:

Arabian: What's not to Love? (Logan)arabian on December 27th, 2006 10:44 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I really tried to create a simple, yet complex view of their relationship through the changes wrought on the bear.

Dangit, they ARE perfect for one another!
sowell: LoVe by tonic2wsowell on September 24th, 2006 07:16 pm (UTC)
I swear I hadn't read this fic when I asked you to beta that stuffed-bear fic for the ficathon! I'm not trying to steal your idea, I promise. :)

This fic has a surprisingly angsty start, which, being an angst lover, I just ate up with a spoon. But then it has a happy ending, which, being a sucker for happy endings, I also enjoyed. This packs a very potent emotional punch for being so short, and I really like it. Thanks!

I particularly like this description: The glitter was gone from the Dolphin-font, the brilliance of the royal blue faded to a dusty cornflower but even after twenty years it was easy to make out the words that stretched across that mottled, no-longer-white tee. because it was so vivid, and somehow very nostalgic as well.
Arabian: Mulder and Scullyarabian on December 27th, 2006 10:46 pm (UTC)
Oh, I wrote this one ages ago, LOL!

I don't even remember where I got the idea for this. I do do angst often in fic, it's just that it's very, very, VERY rare that I don't end on a happy note. I'm a sucker for happy endings. I'm a total romantic sap, LOL!

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed this.
eolivet on December 21st, 2006 07:07 pm (UTC)
Awww, it's the details of this fic that make it special. :D I love how you gave the bear a personality -- and how he'd seen all the ups and downs of the V/L relationship. :) What a cool idea, and a sweet fic. :) Keeeep writing!!! :D
Arabian: Hot!Hot!Hot!arabian on December 27th, 2006 10:46 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you like. This one holds a special place in my heart; it has a softness to it that I really like and I think I was able to get across, so yay!
anifsemajanifsemaj on May 18th, 2008 08:18 pm (UTC)
I really like this fic - very subtle.
Arabianarabian on May 18th, 2008 08:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you. It was awhile ago that I wrote this, I'm not sure how you found it, but I'm glad you liked it. :)
anifsemajanifsemaj on May 19th, 2008 05:47 pm (UTC)
I'm going through & confirming weblinks for the fics I've collected... in the process I'm discovering new ones :)