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lyricaltitlesTitle: Feels Like Tonight
Author:mxcatmoon
Fandom: Miami Vice
Characters/Pairing: Rico, Sonny, Sonny/Rico
Rating: PG
Words: 432
Notes: Most of these will be little ficlets tied together by a common theme/scenario. This one is #3
Artist: Daughtry
Album: It's Not Over...the Hits So Far
Song: Track five: Feels Like Tonight
Summary: Sonny and Rico share some long-overdue truths and make a decision about the future.
In these ever-changing days
You're the one thing that remains
I could stay like this forever
“Honesty,” Sonny answered his partner’s question with quiet intensity. “And maybe we owe that to ourselves, too.”
Rico made a pained face. “I wish…”
“We were as honest as we could be,” Sonny answered before Rico could finish. “Or we thought we could be, anyway.” He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t know, it seemed to make sense at the time.”
They’d relied on their wordless communication and talked about everything else. Prided themselves on the illusion of partners who were so close they had no secrets. Anything to distract from the elephant in the room.
“Now?” Rico asked with an air of waiting, as if he was holding his breath.
“When there’s nothing left to lose?”
But there was one thing left. And it was everything.
Sonny pulled the Testarossa smoothly to the curb. This conversation wasn’t the kind to conduct while driving.
“Do you believe that?” Rico challenged as soon as the car was in park.
“No,” Sonny whispered, willing his voice to stay steady. “There’s us.” He continued, before Rico could interrupt, or he could lose his nerve. “I’ve been a coward for too long. Just let me get this out—” he forestalled the predictable response with a hand up. “Now the end is here, and there are no more excuses. I can drop you off at the airport and spend the rest of my life hating myself for my failure. Or I can say the words. And if you run screaming back to New York, well, that’s where you’re headed right now anyway.”
Sonny turned in his seat, forced himself to meet Rico’s eyes. What had always been as easy as breathing was suddenly the hardest thing he’d ever done. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and if I let you go without letting you know that, I’m a bigger idiot than even I could live with.”
Rico smiled, his eyes glittering just enough to be noticeable. Like they had when the two faced each other over the top of the car at the marina, only this time it wasn’t sadness clouding them. Now they reflected a mix of relief and hope.
“I think we owe it to us to be what we should have been. What we were meant to be,” Rico told him. The truth, finally laid bare.
All the tension abruptly left Sonny’s body. He smiled. Nodded. Watched Rico tear up the plane ticket.
And it had been a long time coming, indeed.
Author:
mxcatmoon Fandom: Miami Vice
Characters/Pairing: Rico, Sonny, Sonny/Rico
Rating: PG
Words: 432
Notes: Most of these will be little ficlets tied together by a common theme/scenario. This one is #3
Artist: Daughtry
Album: It's Not Over...the Hits So Far
Song: Track five: Feels Like Tonight
Summary: Sonny and Rico share some long-overdue truths and make a decision about the future.
In these ever-changing days
You're the one thing that remains
I could stay like this forever
“Honesty,” Sonny answered his partner’s question with quiet intensity. “And maybe we owe that to ourselves, too.”
Rico made a pained face. “I wish…”
“We were as honest as we could be,” Sonny answered before Rico could finish. “Or we thought we could be, anyway.” He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t know, it seemed to make sense at the time.”
They’d relied on their wordless communication and talked about everything else. Prided themselves on the illusion of partners who were so close they had no secrets. Anything to distract from the elephant in the room.
“Now?” Rico asked with an air of waiting, as if he was holding his breath.
“When there’s nothing left to lose?”
But there was one thing left. And it was everything.
Sonny pulled the Testarossa smoothly to the curb. This conversation wasn’t the kind to conduct while driving.
“Do you believe that?” Rico challenged as soon as the car was in park.
“No,” Sonny whispered, willing his voice to stay steady. “There’s us.” He continued, before Rico could interrupt, or he could lose his nerve. “I’ve been a coward for too long. Just let me get this out—” he forestalled the predictable response with a hand up. “Now the end is here, and there are no more excuses. I can drop you off at the airport and spend the rest of my life hating myself for my failure. Or I can say the words. And if you run screaming back to New York, well, that’s where you’re headed right now anyway.”
Sonny turned in his seat, forced himself to meet Rico’s eyes. What had always been as easy as breathing was suddenly the hardest thing he’d ever done. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and if I let you go without letting you know that, I’m a bigger idiot than even I could live with.”
Rico smiled, his eyes glittering just enough to be noticeable. Like they had when the two faced each other over the top of the car at the marina, only this time it wasn’t sadness clouding them. Now they reflected a mix of relief and hope.
“I think we owe it to us to be what we should have been. What we were meant to be,” Rico told him. The truth, finally laid bare.
All the tension abruptly left Sonny’s body. He smiled. Nodded. Watched Rico tear up the plane ticket.
And it had been a long time coming, indeed.