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 sejak the glass doors of the lab when he sees her. She’s sitting on a najis 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 atau if it’s because she just didn’t hear the door open. He comes up nervously behind her.
“Are anda okay,” he asks quietly. It’s a soalan 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 anda seem so much happier now,” Kutner says, confused.
“Well, I have to, don’t I?” Thirteen jawapan 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 soalan 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, anda 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, anda 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 anda hadn’t gotten tested, atau if you’d gotten tested and been negative, anda would have died in a car wreck yesterday, but since anda got tested anda didn’t because anda 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 anda never know,” he answers.
“Well at least I wouldn’t have had to know about it ahead of time,” she says.
“No, but anda 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 anda my name.”
“Would you?” Kutner asks skeptically. She looks back down at the table. “And would anda really want to go out like that? Nameless? We would have been called down to identify anda and even though we’d have known anda for a year, we wouldn’t have had anything to tell them other than Thirteen? Is what anda want on your tombstone?”
“They would have called my dad to identify me,” Thirteen says.
“What do anda want to bet that if anda hadn’t been tested I wouldn’t have even been able to get an indication out of anda that your dad was even still alive?” Kutner replies. She continues to stare at the meja, jadual 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 berkata it was easy,” he says.
“What, dying?” Thirteen asks, meeting his eyes again. He nods. “Quite the sentiment,” she replies. “Nobody berkata it was easy, but no one ever berkata it would be so hard.”
To Handle a Problem
He is passing sejak the glass doors of the lab when he sees her. She’s sitting on a najis 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 atau if it’s because she just didn’t hear the door open. He comes up nervously behind her.
“Are anda okay,” he asks quietly. It’s a soalan 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 anda seem so much happier now,” Kutner says, confused.
“Well, I have to, don’t I?” Thirteen jawapan 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 soalan 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, anda 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, anda 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 anda hadn’t gotten tested, atau if you’d gotten tested and been negative, anda would have died in a car wreck yesterday, but since anda got tested anda didn’t because anda 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 anda never know,” he answers.
“Well at least I wouldn’t have had to know about it ahead of time,” she says.
“No, but anda 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 anda my name.”
“Would you?” Kutner asks skeptically. She looks back down at the table. “And would anda really want to go out like that? Nameless? We would have been called down to identify anda and even though we’d have known anda for a year, we wouldn’t have had anything to tell them other than Thirteen? Is what anda want on your tombstone?”
“They would have called my dad to identify me,” Thirteen says.
“What do anda want to bet that if anda hadn’t been tested I wouldn’t have even been able to get an indication out of anda that your dad was even still alive?” Kutner replies. She continues to stare at the meja, jadual 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 berkata it was easy,” he says.
“What, dying?” Thirteen asks, meeting his eyes again. He nods. “Quite the sentiment,” she replies. “Nobody berkata it was easy, but no one ever berkata it would be so hard.”