A New Lesson
Summary: Tyler expands Jack's mind. This is spun off the scene of the movie where Tyler's talking to Jack in the bath. Some of the original screen dialogue is included, please don't be mad.
Rated: R
Apologies: To Chuck Palahniuk, Jim Uhls, and all others involved in the creation of Fight Club and its characters. No harm intended.
*****
Tyler took a bath while I fixed myself up from the lastest fight. Our comfort level with each other rivaled that of any married couple's. We were talking about our dads. We seemed to come from similar backgrounds.
"My dad never went to college. So it was real important that I go," Tyler said.
"That sounds familiar."
"So I graduate, I call him up long distance and say, 'Dad, now what?' He says, 'Get a job.'"
I scrubbed the dried blood from underneath my fingernails. "Same here."
"Now I'm 25. I make my yearly call again. I say, 'Dad, now what?' He says, 'I don't know. Get married.'"
"I mean, I can't get married. I'm a 30 year old boy," I said.
"We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need."
I looked at Tyler at the end of this declaration. He had draped a facecloth over his eyes. I knew what he had meant, but this thought didn't click instantly like most of his others. I finished my patch up job in silence. As I turned to leave, I looked down at Tyler, meaning to say good night. Instead, I found my eyes focusing on the bits of bare flesh protruding from the dingy water.
Even with his face covered, Tyler could feel my stare. "See anything you like?"
I mumbled in the negative and went up to my room, red faced. Why I had froze and decided to peep at my naked friend confused me to no end. I lay down on my bed, or mattress, as it was, to think about it. I suppose it was the feeling of not being able to understand his last bit of philosophy. All his other ideas; Fight Club, the evils of consumerism I got. I was his disciple in these things. It just came as a surprise, after being in sync so long, that I disagreed with one of his theories.
There was a knock at the door. Funny, because I didn't remember closing it.
"Yeah?" I sat up too fast, and got hit with a wave of dizziness.
Tyler came in, dressed in that cruddy robe of his, where he got from God knows where.
"Keeping secrets are we? Your door was closed."
I shook my head.
Tyler leaned against the wall. "You're sure talkative tonight."
"I'm just tired," I suggested half heartedly.
"I don't think so."
"No?"
"No."
I waited for further diagnosis. After a few minutes, it didn't look like Tyler had one.
"Well, I'd like to get some sleep. If you're just going to stand there.."
Tyler grinned and sat down next to me on the bed. "Better?"
"No. What is this about?"
"You tell me."
Tyler wasn't the kind to talk around in circles. I began to miss his usual bluntness. "God! I don't know. We were talking, I got tired, and now I want to sleep. Okay? Leave me alone."
The smug bastard only laughed and plopped his head down onto my pillow.
"Fuck off already," I yelled at him as I stood up.
Tyler propped himself up on an elbow. "I think you have to face the bigger issue here."
My annoyance now at maximum level, I mumbled, "And what would that be?"
Tyler only smiled. If he had sunglasses on, this would've been the moment where he'd have slid them over his eyes.
I had had enough of this approach. Time to strike back with violence. I jumped on the bed, attacking Tyler with words and fists.
Tyler didn't fight back. He took my pummeling with that damn smirk plastered on his face. I forced him off the bed, and he finally came to life, trying to block my attacks. We rolled around on the floor, struggling for superior position. My fist caught his mouth. I cried out as his tooth tore into the flesh of my knuckle. Tyler took advantage of my momentary lapse of concentration and pinned my arms to the ground. He sat over me triumphantly. The smile was still there, only now accented with a thin stream of blood.
"As I was trying to tell you before," Tyler began. He brought his face close down to mine. The smell of sweat, blood, and the soap he used in the bath overwhelmed me. I waited for him to continue, but he didn't finish his thought.
Instead, he put his lips on top of mine and began to kiss me. I tried to free myself from his grip, but he wouldn't let go of my arms. His tongue tried persistently to make its way into my mouth. I denied its entrance, but after the third or fourth attempt, I gave in. Tyler tasted of beer and unfiltered cigarettes. He clashed his tongue against mine, until I found the courage to join in.
To my surprise, I found myself enjoying this new interaction between us. It felt like the first time we fought, a new rush of danger to explore. Tyler let go of my arms, confident that I wouldn't break away. He knew I was liking this. I let my hands slide down to his ratty robed hips.
Suddenly, Tyler bolted up. "Right," he said, standing above me. "That's all I need to know."
I watched in shock as he walked up to the doorway. If I was confused before, I was ten time more so now.
He turned to face me. "Just remember to think about me when you're.." He gave the universal sign for jerking off. Then, he smiled brilliantly as he shut the door and left.
I sighed and let my frustrated head drop to the floor. Life was never simple with Tyler Durden.
The End.
Summary: Tyler expands Jack's mind. This is spun off the scene of the movie where Tyler's talking to Jack in the bath. Some of the original screen dialogue is included, please don't be mad.
Rated: R
Apologies: To Chuck Palahniuk, Jim Uhls, and all others involved in the creation of Fight Club and its characters. No harm intended.
*****
Tyler took a bath while I fixed myself up from the lastest fight. Our comfort level with each other rivaled that of any married couple's. We were talking about our dads. We seemed to come from similar backgrounds.
"My dad never went to college. So it was real important that I go," Tyler said.
"That sounds familiar."
"So I graduate, I call him up long distance and say, 'Dad, now what?' He says, 'Get a job.'"
I scrubbed the dried blood from underneath my fingernails. "Same here."
"Now I'm 25. I make my yearly call again. I say, 'Dad, now what?' He says, 'I don't know. Get married.'"
"I mean, I can't get married. I'm a 30 year old boy," I said.
"We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need."
I looked at Tyler at the end of this declaration. He had draped a facecloth over his eyes. I knew what he had meant, but this thought didn't click instantly like most of his others. I finished my patch up job in silence. As I turned to leave, I looked down at Tyler, meaning to say good night. Instead, I found my eyes focusing on the bits of bare flesh protruding from the dingy water.
Even with his face covered, Tyler could feel my stare. "See anything you like?"
I mumbled in the negative and went up to my room, red faced. Why I had froze and decided to peep at my naked friend confused me to no end. I lay down on my bed, or mattress, as it was, to think about it. I suppose it was the feeling of not being able to understand his last bit of philosophy. All his other ideas; Fight Club, the evils of consumerism I got. I was his disciple in these things. It just came as a surprise, after being in sync so long, that I disagreed with one of his theories.
There was a knock at the door. Funny, because I didn't remember closing it.
"Yeah?" I sat up too fast, and got hit with a wave of dizziness.
Tyler came in, dressed in that cruddy robe of his, where he got from God knows where.
"Keeping secrets are we? Your door was closed."
I shook my head.
Tyler leaned against the wall. "You're sure talkative tonight."
"I'm just tired," I suggested half heartedly.
"I don't think so."
"No?"
"No."
I waited for further diagnosis. After a few minutes, it didn't look like Tyler had one.
"Well, I'd like to get some sleep. If you're just going to stand there.."
Tyler grinned and sat down next to me on the bed. "Better?"
"No. What is this about?"
"You tell me."
Tyler wasn't the kind to talk around in circles. I began to miss his usual bluntness. "God! I don't know. We were talking, I got tired, and now I want to sleep. Okay? Leave me alone."
The smug bastard only laughed and plopped his head down onto my pillow.
"Fuck off already," I yelled at him as I stood up.
Tyler propped himself up on an elbow. "I think you have to face the bigger issue here."
My annoyance now at maximum level, I mumbled, "And what would that be?"
Tyler only smiled. If he had sunglasses on, this would've been the moment where he'd have slid them over his eyes.
I had had enough of this approach. Time to strike back with violence. I jumped on the bed, attacking Tyler with words and fists.
Tyler didn't fight back. He took my pummeling with that damn smirk plastered on his face. I forced him off the bed, and he finally came to life, trying to block my attacks. We rolled around on the floor, struggling for superior position. My fist caught his mouth. I cried out as his tooth tore into the flesh of my knuckle. Tyler took advantage of my momentary lapse of concentration and pinned my arms to the ground. He sat over me triumphantly. The smile was still there, only now accented with a thin stream of blood.
"As I was trying to tell you before," Tyler began. He brought his face close down to mine. The smell of sweat, blood, and the soap he used in the bath overwhelmed me. I waited for him to continue, but he didn't finish his thought.
Instead, he put his lips on top of mine and began to kiss me. I tried to free myself from his grip, but he wouldn't let go of my arms. His tongue tried persistently to make its way into my mouth. I denied its entrance, but after the third or fourth attempt, I gave in. Tyler tasted of beer and unfiltered cigarettes. He clashed his tongue against mine, until I found the courage to join in.
To my surprise, I found myself enjoying this new interaction between us. It felt like the first time we fought, a new rush of danger to explore. Tyler let go of my arms, confident that I wouldn't break away. He knew I was liking this. I let my hands slide down to his ratty robed hips.
Suddenly, Tyler bolted up. "Right," he said, standing above me. "That's all I need to know."
I watched in shock as he walked up to the doorway. If I was confused before, I was ten time more so now.
He turned to face me. "Just remember to think about me when you're.." He gave the universal sign for jerking off. Then, he smiled brilliantly as he shut the door and left.
I sighed and let my frustrated head drop to the floor. Life was never simple with Tyler Durden.
The End.