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[#005] Just to Beat the Odds (Original)
Theme Prompt: #005 – Long Shot
Title: Just to Beat the Odds
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 658
Summary: Matt picks the absolute worst moment to break some bad news.
“I should have told you sooner.”
Rachel crumples into the chair behind her, but her silence speaks more volumes than her words ever could. It isn’t as though Matt hadn’t spent every waking moment of the past three years studying every inch of her face, every quirk in her body language, every single essential movement that made Rachel Rachel, and he could tell that her heart was breaking without her ever needing to say a word. After all, why wouldn’t her heart be breaking?
The love of her life just told her that unless they’re very lucky, they wouldn’t make it to their first anniversary.
“How long have you known?”
The white gown shifts around her as he moves to sit across from her, loosening the tie around his neck so he can breathe a little more. There’s a weight in his chest that is both related and not to his diagnosis and he tries to find the words to explain.
“A couple days. I thought about waiting until after the wedding, when it’s just the two of us, but the more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t let you marry me without giving you all the information.”
“So you wait until an hour before the ceremony, Matt?” Her voice goes up towards the end, a little shrill, and he winces, but takes it all the same. Then he shrugs.
“Better late than never?”
A bitter laugh flies past her lips, and she shakes her head. “You dick.”
“I know.”
“How bad is it?”
“Right now the rough estimate with no treatment is six months.”
“Are you going to get it treated?”
He blinks at her. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Rachel gives a helpless shrug for a moment, throwing up her hands. “I don’t know! You kept this from me for a few days, Matt, what the hell am I supposed to think.”
“That’s fair.” She does have a point there. “But, to make it perfectly clear, I intend to punch it in the face. I intend to punch it in the face so hard it just hits the ground and then punch it a few more times for good measure, and then maybe kick it in the ribs a few times, just so that it doesn’t think to get back up again –”
She’s laughing. He’ll take that as a win. She swats one hand out and smacks his shoulder, though not very hard. “Stop making me laugh, you asshole. I’m mad at you. And we’re supposed to be getting married.”
“I know,” he sighs. “But if you don’t want to now, because it’s even more of a long shot than it was before, I’d totally understand.”
He’d hate every second of it. He knows better than anyone that it’ll feel like there’s something being ripped out of him, and he doesn’t want to feel that pain, but he also doesn’t want to force her to have to bury him one day. It’s a weird set of feelings, and he’d rather do without all of them, but this is the situation he’s in.
She stares at him for a moment, before leaning in to kiss him softly, hands resting on his shoulders to keep him close. “You’re still a dick. And I’m still mad at you. But I also want to punch this thing in the face, and how can I do that if we don’t get married?”
Matt looks up at her for a moment, and is just swept away by the fact that he’s probably marrying the most perfect woman on the planet. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky, he just hopes against hope that he won’t let her down.
“I love you. So, so much.”
“I love you too.” She brushes her thumb against his cheekbone gently, before leaning in to kiss him again. “Wanna go get married?”
He grins at her before nodding. “Lead the way. I’m right behind you.”
Title: Just to Beat the Odds
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 658
Summary: Matt picks the absolute worst moment to break some bad news.
“I should have told you sooner.”
Rachel crumples into the chair behind her, but her silence speaks more volumes than her words ever could. It isn’t as though Matt hadn’t spent every waking moment of the past three years studying every inch of her face, every quirk in her body language, every single essential movement that made Rachel Rachel, and he could tell that her heart was breaking without her ever needing to say a word. After all, why wouldn’t her heart be breaking?
The love of her life just told her that unless they’re very lucky, they wouldn’t make it to their first anniversary.
“How long have you known?”
The white gown shifts around her as he moves to sit across from her, loosening the tie around his neck so he can breathe a little more. There’s a weight in his chest that is both related and not to his diagnosis and he tries to find the words to explain.
“A couple days. I thought about waiting until after the wedding, when it’s just the two of us, but the more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t let you marry me without giving you all the information.”
“So you wait until an hour before the ceremony, Matt?” Her voice goes up towards the end, a little shrill, and he winces, but takes it all the same. Then he shrugs.
“Better late than never?”
A bitter laugh flies past her lips, and she shakes her head. “You dick.”
“I know.”
“How bad is it?”
“Right now the rough estimate with no treatment is six months.”
“Are you going to get it treated?”
He blinks at her. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Rachel gives a helpless shrug for a moment, throwing up her hands. “I don’t know! You kept this from me for a few days, Matt, what the hell am I supposed to think.”
“That’s fair.” She does have a point there. “But, to make it perfectly clear, I intend to punch it in the face. I intend to punch it in the face so hard it just hits the ground and then punch it a few more times for good measure, and then maybe kick it in the ribs a few times, just so that it doesn’t think to get back up again –”
She’s laughing. He’ll take that as a win. She swats one hand out and smacks his shoulder, though not very hard. “Stop making me laugh, you asshole. I’m mad at you. And we’re supposed to be getting married.”
“I know,” he sighs. “But if you don’t want to now, because it’s even more of a long shot than it was before, I’d totally understand.”
He’d hate every second of it. He knows better than anyone that it’ll feel like there’s something being ripped out of him, and he doesn’t want to feel that pain, but he also doesn’t want to force her to have to bury him one day. It’s a weird set of feelings, and he’d rather do without all of them, but this is the situation he’s in.
She stares at him for a moment, before leaning in to kiss him softly, hands resting on his shoulders to keep him close. “You’re still a dick. And I’m still mad at you. But I also want to punch this thing in the face, and how can I do that if we don’t get married?”
Matt looks up at her for a moment, and is just swept away by the fact that he’s probably marrying the most perfect woman on the planet. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky, he just hopes against hope that he won’t let her down.
“I love you. So, so much.”
“I love you too.” She brushes her thumb against his cheekbone gently, before leaning in to kiss him again. “Wanna go get married?”
He grins at her before nodding. “Lead the way. I’m right behind you.”
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