My newest Thutner oneshot. Obviously I had to work around the fact that she seems much happier and is with Foreman now, because in my fics she's always miserable and with Kutner if anyone. This isn't one of my favorites. They both seem kind of out of character to me, but hopefully you'll like it. Also, bonus points to anyone who guesses the two songs I quote lines from (one of them should be easy assuming you've heard the song)
To Handle a Problem
He is passing Von the glass doors of the lab when he sees her. She’s sitting on a schemel, hocker at the far table, her head in her hands. He hesitates before going in. He doesn’t know if she wants to be disturbed. Sometimes people just want to be alone. On the other hand, sometimes people want someone to talk to.
She doesn’t turn around when he pushes open the door, and he doesn’t know if it’s because she’s hoping that if she ignores him he’ll go away oder if it’s because she just didn’t hear the door open. He comes up nervously behind her.
“Are Du okay,” he asks quietly. It’s a Frage he’s asked her many times, though he’s sure that she’s never answered him truthfully, even once. But to his surprise she shakes her head.
“What is it?” he asks. He’s not expecting an answer, so it comes as no surprise to him when she shakes her head. “Come on, what?” he prods.
“It’s nothing,” she answers, she he can tell from the tone of her voice that she wants to tell him.
“Clearly it’s not nothing,” he insists. “You don’t have to worry about me telling anyone.
“Sometimes I wish I’d never been tested,” she admits, as if this is something she’s been needing to get off her chest. “I was doing better before.”
“You’re doing fine now,” Kutner replies. “You’re getting treatment. You’re handling this.”
She shakes her head. “It’s just putting off the imminent,” she sighs.
“But Du seem so much happier now,” Kutner says, confused.
“Well, I have to, don’t I?” Thirteen Antwort as if it should have been obvious. “That’s what people expect. Otherwise they’d ask questions. And they’d think I’m completely hopeless,” she adds the last sentence almost as an afterthought.
“Well are you?” Kutner asks. It’s a Frage that surprises him as soon as it leaves his mouth. It clearly surprises her too, because she looks up at him in shock.
“It’s just that…” she hesitates. “I used to have this figured out, Du know? I used to have this under control. Back when I only knew I might be dying I handled it.”
“By making sure no one knew anything about you, including your name,” Kutner said. “Yeah, Du were handling it really well.”
“Now that I know I’m dying,” she pauses, thinking about how exactly to phrase her thoughts. “It’s just different. Now there’s not even a chance I’ll live.”
“That’s not necessarily true,” Kutner points out. “Maybe if Du hadn’t gotten tested, oder if you’d gotten tested and been negative, Du would have died in a car wreck yesterday, but since Du got tested Du didn’t because Du were staying late for treatment.”
“What’s you’re point?” Thirteen asks, although he has made her smile, just a little bit.
“My point is that Du never know,” he answers.
“Well at least I wouldn’t have had to know about it ahead of time,” she says.
“No, but Du would have died and none of us would have even known your name,” Kutner replies.
“You never know,” Thirteen argues. “If I been negative maybe I would have told Du my name.”
“Would you?” Kutner asks skeptically. She looks back down at the table. “And would Du really want to go out like that? Nameless? We would have been called down to identify Du and even though we’d have known Du for a year, we wouldn’t have had anything to tell them other than Thirteen? Is what Du want on your tombstone?”
“They would have called my dad to identify me,” Thirteen says.
“What do Du want to bet that if Du hadn’t been tested I wouldn’t have even been able to get an indication out of Du that your dad was even still alive?” Kutner replies. She continues to stare at the tabelle and he realizes that he’s being rather hard on her. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “I’ve never been in your situation before.” She nods and he knows what she’s thinking: that she deserves it. She doesn’t.
“Nobody sagte it was easy,” he says.
“What, dying?” Thirteen asks, meeting his eyes again. He nods. “Quite the sentiment,” she replies. “Nobody sagte it was easy, but no one ever sagte it would be so hard.”
To Handle a Problem
He is passing Von the glass doors of the lab when he sees her. She’s sitting on a schemel, hocker at the far table, her head in her hands. He hesitates before going in. He doesn’t know if she wants to be disturbed. Sometimes people just want to be alone. On the other hand, sometimes people want someone to talk to.
She doesn’t turn around when he pushes open the door, and he doesn’t know if it’s because she’s hoping that if she ignores him he’ll go away oder if it’s because she just didn’t hear the door open. He comes up nervously behind her.
“Are Du okay,” he asks quietly. It’s a Frage he’s asked her many times, though he’s sure that she’s never answered him truthfully, even once. But to his surprise she shakes her head.
“What is it?” he asks. He’s not expecting an answer, so it comes as no surprise to him when she shakes her head. “Come on, what?” he prods.
“It’s nothing,” she answers, she he can tell from the tone of her voice that she wants to tell him.
“Clearly it’s not nothing,” he insists. “You don’t have to worry about me telling anyone.
“Sometimes I wish I’d never been tested,” she admits, as if this is something she’s been needing to get off her chest. “I was doing better before.”
“You’re doing fine now,” Kutner replies. “You’re getting treatment. You’re handling this.”
She shakes her head. “It’s just putting off the imminent,” she sighs.
“But Du seem so much happier now,” Kutner says, confused.
“Well, I have to, don’t I?” Thirteen Antwort as if it should have been obvious. “That’s what people expect. Otherwise they’d ask questions. And they’d think I’m completely hopeless,” she adds the last sentence almost as an afterthought.
“Well are you?” Kutner asks. It’s a Frage that surprises him as soon as it leaves his mouth. It clearly surprises her too, because she looks up at him in shock.
“It’s just that…” she hesitates. “I used to have this figured out, Du know? I used to have this under control. Back when I only knew I might be dying I handled it.”
“By making sure no one knew anything about you, including your name,” Kutner said. “Yeah, Du were handling it really well.”
“Now that I know I’m dying,” she pauses, thinking about how exactly to phrase her thoughts. “It’s just different. Now there’s not even a chance I’ll live.”
“That’s not necessarily true,” Kutner points out. “Maybe if Du hadn’t gotten tested, oder if you’d gotten tested and been negative, Du would have died in a car wreck yesterday, but since Du got tested Du didn’t because Du were staying late for treatment.”
“What’s you’re point?” Thirteen asks, although he has made her smile, just a little bit.
“My point is that Du never know,” he answers.
“Well at least I wouldn’t have had to know about it ahead of time,” she says.
“No, but Du would have died and none of us would have even known your name,” Kutner replies.
“You never know,” Thirteen argues. “If I been negative maybe I would have told Du my name.”
“Would you?” Kutner asks skeptically. She looks back down at the table. “And would Du really want to go out like that? Nameless? We would have been called down to identify Du and even though we’d have known Du for a year, we wouldn’t have had anything to tell them other than Thirteen? Is what Du want on your tombstone?”
“They would have called my dad to identify me,” Thirteen says.
“What do Du want to bet that if Du hadn’t been tested I wouldn’t have even been able to get an indication out of Du that your dad was even still alive?” Kutner replies. She continues to stare at the tabelle and he realizes that he’s being rather hard on her. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “I’ve never been in your situation before.” She nods and he knows what she’s thinking: that she deserves it. She doesn’t.
“Nobody sagte it was easy,” he says.
“What, dying?” Thirteen asks, meeting his eyes again. He nods. “Quite the sentiment,” she replies. “Nobody sagte it was easy, but no one ever sagte it would be so hard.”
