Title: Liner Notes
Rating: PG
Pairing: Merton/Tommy
Summary: Merton comes home.
Feedback: Makes me explode with joy!
Archiving: Anywhere, just let me know
Author: Mel Evil (Okay, its not very original-sue me!! Well, no,
please don't…)
Disclaimer: Everything (and everyone) belongs to whoever owns it-not
me, that's for sure! No profit being made, no harm intended-then
again, its hardly as if the creators of BWoC would ~mind~!! They put
all the slash in the show in the first place; we're just fleshing it
out, savvy?
This is my very first published fic, so be kind-but only if it
doesn't interfere with your own personal agenda. As far as I can see,
this fandom needs all the fic it can get, good or bad. This one's for
you, Adrienne, as a going-away gift for college.
Liner Notes
Mel
When Merton went off to college without Tommy, he
figured it would be all for the best-his little crush on Tommy wasn't
helping anybody-least of all himself-and breaking off face-to-face
contact was exactly what Merton needed to clear his head, to get over
his teensy little obsession.
He knew he'd miss Tommy, but he figured that phone calls and e-mails
(no matter how nearly illiterate Tommy might be in type) would be
plenty enough to keep him happy as far as the teenaged werewolf was
concerned.
And, by Merton's 4th day at Heidelberg, he felt that the school had
real potential for taking his mind off Pleasantville. The `dorms'
resembled his Lair far more than the ivy-covered sunny buildings
filled with smiling teens usually associated with college life.
Mert was nearly all finished unpacking his various
occult knickknacks and books-he had a room to himself, and while it
was smaller than he was used to, it suited his needs. He had also
managed to find his way around the small campus and figure out his
schedule.
The few kids Mert had caught glimpses of amidst the cavernous
hallways looked like people he might have a chance of befriending
(though he had seen more too-short skirts and poorly spiked hair than
he might have wished), but the last thing he wanted was to look like
an idiot on the first day.
So, before he started either risking boredom or reneging on his
personal vow to not think about Tommy, Merton decided to bone up on
general paranormal knowledge before classes officially began in two
days.
Truthfully, Merton felt he was very well prepared to talk and write
about any sort of paranormal activity Heidelberg could throw at him,
having lived in Pleasantville, but he didn't want to take any
chances.
His list of classes had been a fairly pleasant surprise, but some of
his classes sounded a little more `hokey' then he'd expected from
such an esteemed institution-`Faeries and the Average American', for
one sickening example.
Merton had just pulled out his worn copy of Common Curses, and How to
Survive Them when something in the margin of the page of his open
Paranormal Encyclopedia caught his eye.
It was a simple drawing of a stylized dog-thing raising his leg to
pee on something…Merton squinted at the tiny picture, and saw that it
was in fact a miniscule copy of the very book the dog was
immortalized in. A grin spread across Merton's face as he realized
that the oddly shaped dog must, in fact, be a werewolf.
Tommy must have sketched the drawing during one of their numerous
study sessions. Unheeded, Merton's grin widened as he remembered the
two of them poring over Merton's books, either trying to find a way
to defeat the latest monster or simply studying potentially useful
information.
Mert tried hard, especially when he knew his help was needed, but his
concentration was always shot by Tommy-Tommy didn't believe in
sitting still; Merton loved watching him struggle to focus, shifting
in his chair, crossing and uncrossing his legs, moving to a more
comfortable spot to read in.
If Merton ever got too involved in a text by Tommy's estimation,
Tommy would distract him by tossing a paper airplane at him, or-when
he was being more serious-by asking Merton a surprisingly pertinent
question.
As Merton flipped through the pages of the Encyclopedia, intently
searching for more doodles, he failed to notice that he was breaking
his own rules by thinking about Tommy.
Mert discovered several more cartoons in that book-some of Lori
(Merton deduced it was her by her aggressive poses and even more
belligerent hair) and some of Dean-all doodles of him showed him
inextricably attached to his recliner.
Without pausing to question the wisdom of encouraging his obsession
while he was hundreds of miles away from his crush, Merton pulled
down more books. He sought out the volumes he remembered Tommy
reading most often-including The Idiot's Guide to Lycanthropy, Of
Witches and Warlocks, and Creatures of the Nyghte-Tommy loved to
point out the purposely-misspelled title and chuckle over it.
Still grinning happily, Mert began to flip through the tomes, losing
track of time as he searched.
~MD~TD~MD~TD~MD~TD~MD~TD~MD~TD~MD~TD~MD~TD~
The next time Merton glanced up at his tacky little cauldron-shaped
clock (his mothers sad attempt to `support his lifestyle', as she put
it), he blinked at it in disbelief. He had just spent over 2 hours
laughing at Tommy's scribbled pictures and reminiscing about his
supernatural friend.
Merton sighed, and decided that one more book's worth of `lovesick
longing' couldn't do any more damage. Merton grabbed his copy of The
Timeless Battle: Good V. Evil; fondly remembering how Tommy had loved
to look at the detailed pictures inside-they depicted everything
from `pixies' (Merton was skeptical of the existence of anything so
pointless, annoying, and mainstream) to lycanthropes.
Tommy had spent many consecutive minutes examining-quite a feat for
Tommy, considering that his attention span, as Merton had once
calculated it, rivaled that of a free-range chicken.
Merton turned to the well-creased double-page layout of a werewolf.
Whoever drew the picture had obviously never seen a fully transformed
werewolf in decent light, at least-the picture resembled an American
timber wolf in all aspects but the tail, and the claws had useless
half-fingers dangling from them.
Merton had first shown Tommy the picture early in their
friendship in order to reinforce common lycanthrope misconceptions,
and to show Tommy why most people, even his parents, would fear him
if they knew. Merton had taken a yellow highlighter to some of
the `factual' points on one of the next pages, but warned Tommy that
most were likely false.
As Merton turned to the blank page on the opposite side of
the drawing, he found a smaller and unbelievably accurate model of a
werewolf. Tommy had drawn the model in the same style as the artist
from the book, using a charcoal pencil sparingly to make thin lines.
Tommy had also painstakingly labeled the `snout' area, the tufts of
fur, the claws, the fangs, the yellow eyes, everything. Beneath the
detailed drawing, Tommy had put down some common facets of
lycanthropism, from "Strong emotions cause transformation"
to `Irresistible urge to howl when in pain".
One of the last bullets said "Friends with Merton". Merton blushed a
little at the unintentional sweetness of the statement, trying
desperately not to read too much into it. He frowned at a bullet down
the page-it had been carefully scribbled over with the same black pen
it had been written with. "Strange sexual urges", Merton was finally
able to make out. Then he did a double take at it.
10 minutes later, Merton was still staring off into space with the
open book on the desk in front of him. He was struggling to dissect
the three words that suddenly seemed to hold the secrets of the
universe.
Did the crossing out of the observation mean that the urges had
stopped? Or that Tommy no longer found them strange? Maybe Tommy's
friendliness ~had~ meant more than Mert had let himself believe.
Maybe Tommy wanted him as much as he wanted Tommy-the casual touches,
the thoughtful gestures, Tommy's protectiveness towards him-it could
all add up to…
No, that was simply projection-Merton had jumped ahead of himself
and automatically assumed that Tommy meant he was sexually attracted
to Merton. Which he wasn't, Merton reminded himself firmly. Tommy is
straight. Straight.
Besides, Merton thought sadly, `urges' isn't the same thing
as `attraction'. Most likely, Tommy had written that in the spring,
when wolves were instinctually driven to mate. Tommy hadn't brought
anything up to Merton, so he figured Tommy had been immune to Mother
Nature's own version of Spring Fever, since he was a werewolf, not a
normal one.
The longer Merton thought about it, the more certain he became that
Tommy had felt an irrepressible urge to mate. Merton and his vivid
imagination began to spin wild tales of Tommy running on all fours
through a dark forest, pursuing a handsome she-wolf, howling his
intentions to the night…
Merton slammed the book shut, breathing hard. Okay, trying to imagine
Tommy lusting after a female was definitely ~not~ helping. Merton
struggled to get his mind away from the image of Tommy running,
shirtless and sweating, panting and…enough!
Merton shook his head to dislodge the images-as he did, his gaze
fell to the desk. When he had forcefully slammed the book closed, the
back cover had fallen open-inside was a montage of drawings of
Merton.
Sure, some of them could be explained away as a mixture of friendship
and boredom, but the final picture inside the back cover depicted a
boy who was obviously Tommy engaged in a serious make-out session
with a character who could only be Merton-the black spikes stood up
proudly.
Without having to consciously think about it, Merton packed his
things back up in a daze, and was on his way home to Pleasantville
University-and Tommy-within a half-hour.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Merton/Tommy
Summary: Merton comes home.
Feedback: Makes me explode with joy!
Archiving: Anywhere, just let me know
Author: Mel Evil (Okay, its not very original-sue me!! Well, no,
please don't…)
Disclaimer: Everything (and everyone) belongs to whoever owns it-not
me, that's for sure! No profit being made, no harm intended-then
again, its hardly as if the creators of BWoC would ~mind~!! They put
all the slash in the show in the first place; we're just fleshing it
out, savvy?
This is my very first published fic, so be kind-but only if it
doesn't interfere with your own personal agenda. As far as I can see,
this fandom needs all the fic it can get, good or bad. This one's for
you, Adrienne, as a going-away gift for college.
Liner Notes
Mel
When Merton went off to college without Tommy, he
figured it would be all for the best-his little crush on Tommy wasn't
helping anybody-least of all himself-and breaking off face-to-face
contact was exactly what Merton needed to clear his head, to get over
his teensy little obsession.
He knew he'd miss Tommy, but he figured that phone calls and e-mails
(no matter how nearly illiterate Tommy might be in type) would be
plenty enough to keep him happy as far as the teenaged werewolf was
concerned.
And, by Merton's 4th day at Heidelberg, he felt that the school had
real potential for taking his mind off Pleasantville. The `dorms'
resembled his Lair far more than the ivy-covered sunny buildings
filled with smiling teens usually associated with college life.
Mert was nearly all finished unpacking his various
occult knickknacks and books-he had a room to himself, and while it
was smaller than he was used to, it suited his needs. He had also
managed to find his way around the small campus and figure out his
schedule.
The few kids Mert had caught glimpses of amidst the cavernous
hallways looked like people he might have a chance of befriending
(though he had seen more too-short skirts and poorly spiked hair than
he might have wished), but the last thing he wanted was to look like
an idiot on the first day.
So, before he started either risking boredom or reneging on his
personal vow to not think about Tommy, Merton decided to bone up on
general paranormal knowledge before classes officially began in two
days.
Truthfully, Merton felt he was very well prepared to talk and write
about any sort of paranormal activity Heidelberg could throw at him,
having lived in Pleasantville, but he didn't want to take any
chances.
His list of classes had been a fairly pleasant surprise, but some of
his classes sounded a little more `hokey' then he'd expected from
such an esteemed institution-`Faeries and the Average American', for
one sickening example.
Merton had just pulled out his worn copy of Common Curses, and How to
Survive Them when something in the margin of the page of his open
Paranormal Encyclopedia caught his eye.
It was a simple drawing of a stylized dog-thing raising his leg to
pee on something…Merton squinted at the tiny picture, and saw that it
was in fact a miniscule copy of the very book the dog was
immortalized in. A grin spread across Merton's face as he realized
that the oddly shaped dog must, in fact, be a werewolf.
Tommy must have sketched the drawing during one of their numerous
study sessions. Unheeded, Merton's grin widened as he remembered the
two of them poring over Merton's books, either trying to find a way
to defeat the latest monster or simply studying potentially useful
information.
Mert tried hard, especially when he knew his help was needed, but his
concentration was always shot by Tommy-Tommy didn't believe in
sitting still; Merton loved watching him struggle to focus, shifting
in his chair, crossing and uncrossing his legs, moving to a more
comfortable spot to read in.
If Merton ever got too involved in a text by Tommy's estimation,
Tommy would distract him by tossing a paper airplane at him, or-when
he was being more serious-by asking Merton a surprisingly pertinent
question.
As Merton flipped through the pages of the Encyclopedia, intently
searching for more doodles, he failed to notice that he was breaking
his own rules by thinking about Tommy.
Mert discovered several more cartoons in that book-some of Lori
(Merton deduced it was her by her aggressive poses and even more
belligerent hair) and some of Dean-all doodles of him showed him
inextricably attached to his recliner.
Without pausing to question the wisdom of encouraging his obsession
while he was hundreds of miles away from his crush, Merton pulled
down more books. He sought out the volumes he remembered Tommy
reading most often-including The Idiot's Guide to Lycanthropy, Of
Witches and Warlocks, and Creatures of the Nyghte-Tommy loved to
point out the purposely-misspelled title and chuckle over it.
Still grinning happily, Mert began to flip through the tomes, losing
track of time as he searched.
~MD~TD~MD~TD~MD~TD~MD~TD~MD~TD~MD~TD~MD~TD~
The next time Merton glanced up at his tacky little cauldron-shaped
clock (his mothers sad attempt to `support his lifestyle', as she put
it), he blinked at it in disbelief. He had just spent over 2 hours
laughing at Tommy's scribbled pictures and reminiscing about his
supernatural friend.
Merton sighed, and decided that one more book's worth of `lovesick
longing' couldn't do any more damage. Merton grabbed his copy of The
Timeless Battle: Good V. Evil; fondly remembering how Tommy had loved
to look at the detailed pictures inside-they depicted everything
from `pixies' (Merton was skeptical of the existence of anything so
pointless, annoying, and mainstream) to lycanthropes.
Tommy had spent many consecutive minutes examining-quite a feat for
Tommy, considering that his attention span, as Merton had once
calculated it, rivaled that of a free-range chicken.
Merton turned to the well-creased double-page layout of a werewolf.
Whoever drew the picture had obviously never seen a fully transformed
werewolf in decent light, at least-the picture resembled an American
timber wolf in all aspects but the tail, and the claws had useless
half-fingers dangling from them.
Merton had first shown Tommy the picture early in their
friendship in order to reinforce common lycanthrope misconceptions,
and to show Tommy why most people, even his parents, would fear him
if they knew. Merton had taken a yellow highlighter to some of
the `factual' points on one of the next pages, but warned Tommy that
most were likely false.
As Merton turned to the blank page on the opposite side of
the drawing, he found a smaller and unbelievably accurate model of a
werewolf. Tommy had drawn the model in the same style as the artist
from the book, using a charcoal pencil sparingly to make thin lines.
Tommy had also painstakingly labeled the `snout' area, the tufts of
fur, the claws, the fangs, the yellow eyes, everything. Beneath the
detailed drawing, Tommy had put down some common facets of
lycanthropism, from "Strong emotions cause transformation"
to `Irresistible urge to howl when in pain".
One of the last bullets said "Friends with Merton". Merton blushed a
little at the unintentional sweetness of the statement, trying
desperately not to read too much into it. He frowned at a bullet down
the page-it had been carefully scribbled over with the same black pen
it had been written with. "Strange sexual urges", Merton was finally
able to make out. Then he did a double take at it.
10 minutes later, Merton was still staring off into space with the
open book on the desk in front of him. He was struggling to dissect
the three words that suddenly seemed to hold the secrets of the
universe.
Did the crossing out of the observation mean that the urges had
stopped? Or that Tommy no longer found them strange? Maybe Tommy's
friendliness ~had~ meant more than Mert had let himself believe.
Maybe Tommy wanted him as much as he wanted Tommy-the casual touches,
the thoughtful gestures, Tommy's protectiveness towards him-it could
all add up to…
No, that was simply projection-Merton had jumped ahead of himself
and automatically assumed that Tommy meant he was sexually attracted
to Merton. Which he wasn't, Merton reminded himself firmly. Tommy is
straight. Straight.
Besides, Merton thought sadly, `urges' isn't the same thing
as `attraction'. Most likely, Tommy had written that in the spring,
when wolves were instinctually driven to mate. Tommy hadn't brought
anything up to Merton, so he figured Tommy had been immune to Mother
Nature's own version of Spring Fever, since he was a werewolf, not a
normal one.
The longer Merton thought about it, the more certain he became that
Tommy had felt an irrepressible urge to mate. Merton and his vivid
imagination began to spin wild tales of Tommy running on all fours
through a dark forest, pursuing a handsome she-wolf, howling his
intentions to the night…
Merton slammed the book shut, breathing hard. Okay, trying to imagine
Tommy lusting after a female was definitely ~not~ helping. Merton
struggled to get his mind away from the image of Tommy running,
shirtless and sweating, panting and…enough!
Merton shook his head to dislodge the images-as he did, his gaze
fell to the desk. When he had forcefully slammed the book closed, the
back cover had fallen open-inside was a montage of drawings of
Merton.
Sure, some of them could be explained away as a mixture of friendship
and boredom, but the final picture inside the back cover depicted a
boy who was obviously Tommy engaged in a serious make-out session
with a character who could only be Merton-the black spikes stood up
proudly.
Without having to consciously think about it, Merton packed his
things back up in a daze, and was on his way home to Pleasantville
University-and Tommy-within a half-hour.