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Title: “Come Home”
Description: David’s tired, only a little hungry and a little on edge. Written for the Queerly Awesome Comment Ficathon. Prompt: Six Feet Under, David/Keith, take your time (coming home)
Fandom: Six Feet Under
Genre: Futurefic, Hurt/Comfort
Characters: The Charles-Fishers
Disclaimer: It is with a heavy heart that I admit that the exclusive rights to Six Feet Under aren't mine, nor will they ever be. If this is news to you, we have bigger fish to fry.
Feedback: Welcomed with open arms… and toes.
David wakes from the couch after an unexpected nap. He glances at the clock; it’s a little after eight, only twentyish minutes since he sat down. He’s more tired than he wants to be, less hungry than he should be and a little on edge. He mutes the TV and wanders into the cold —and tauntingly pristine—kitchen. Even though it’s early, it’s still too late to get started on dinner. Well, not a real dinner anyway. Not the poached trout and roasted curry vegetables he had thought of making while scrubbing blood off of Mr. Morrison’s toes earlier today. And worse, no one’s home. No one. A fact which deepens his already surly mood. Because the Charles-Fisher clan does dinner, and they do it well. They would never be the idyllic family that David had imagined for himself when he was a young man. Even before the boys came along, David’s vocational choice never impressed anyone at cocktail parties. He and Keith were a gay couple, not to mention mixed-race. The boys had come to them half grown and preferred rap music to tire swings. And while David wouldn’t trade a single bit of any of his family for all the red-headed babies with Jennifer in the world, he still has dinnertime, at six -thirty, every night. It’s probably (likely) some vestige of being raised by Ruth Fisher, but no matter— when the four of them sit down to dinner together, say grace, break bread and quilt their disparate lives back together at the end of a long day, it’s David’s own personal Norman Rockwell fantasy.
So where the fuck is everybody?