Wednesday - Almost Maybe

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Sup everyone, still firefox1490 hosting this lovely Wednesday. Continuing on with my hostly hosting duties, todays theme is:

Almost maybe, things that almost happened but didn't. Be it split second changes of heart to flashes of paths not taken.

Please forget the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill do contains spoilers, please warn accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass by.

To help the hardworking codemonekys please format your prompts as such:

Inception, Arthur/Eames, He was suppose to have taken the 3:15 train at Paddington station
DCU/Smallville, Clark/Lex, He'd tell him the truth today.
Sailor Moon, Usagi/Mamoru, This was her darkest fear come true

If nothing strikes your fancy feel free to check out the lonely prompts, they always need a bit more love.

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Misfits, Simon/Alisha, you were almost my Sally

FILLED: Secrets

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Alisha knows Simon has secrets. There are things he doesn’t tell her, that he can’t or won’t say. She saw it in his eyes, the other Simon, her Simon from the future. She sees it now in this Simon too, the present incarnation, the one who still stutters and shakes and hesitates before fucking her.

She doesn’t ask because she doesn’t want to know. She loved the man and she is learning to love the boy, but there are still a million words that he could say, a million ways that he could break the illusion. So she never looks through his photos or watches his videos or asks a question if she’s afraid to know the answer.

Maybe someday they will reach a point when they are ready to give all their secrets away. Until then, Alisha knows Simon has secrets. She does too.

She never tells him how close she came, those first few weeks they started dating, to running away. She never says, “You could have been my Sally.”

But she dreams some nights that she rejected him, that he turned invisible and stayed that way, creeped through the corners of her life like a madman seeking revenge. She dreams that she chose not to give him a chance, not to try to fall in love with him, and she sees the Simon of the future disappear. She dreams that she killed him.

Alisha wakes from her nightmares sobbing. Simon holds her. He doesn’t ask why she’s crying. There are things he doesn’t want to know, either.