Scarstar – Yeah, I still don't know! My brother, who did Physics AS couldn't tell me! Thanks for reviewing!
Beena-Pani – I really wasn't happy with parts of that last chapter, so thank you for giving me some really useful feedback. I intend to go back and edit that chapter at some point, maybe extend it, but I will definitely do something with it. Oh – I cannot WAIT for Brokeback Mountain! It's out in two days here, or more accurately, 27 hours! I get the feeling it's going to quickly become my new obsession. And hugs again!
LadyOfThieves – It is pretty fantastic, isn't it? And yes, not one for the parents. Seeing a blow job whilst country music plays as the opening scene might give my dad a coronary! And yes, Keanu Reeves is very hot. I knew my insistent fangirly squealing would get to you eventually (hugs).
Sorry I haven't updated, I've been snowed under with my mocks. Which sucks. And I'll be getting some results tomorrow, and I get the feeling I failed some of them, so I'm more than a little depressed about that. I hope you all had good holidays though, and that 2006 is very lucky and prosperous for you.
The part of the epilogue in italics is a line from a Garbage song 'The Boys Wanna Fight'. That line just struck me as fitting Mike and Scott's situation perfectly.
The final chapter! Squee. I'm bizarrely excited.
That was all it took. A meeting of eyes. Brown to blue. Nothing simpler. But how much can such a look say. How much can be told. How much can be shared.
There were no questions. There were no questions worthy of such a moment. They were old and obsolete, crumbling into dust. This moment was pure and unspoiled, and there was an unspoken need to keep it that way.
Bright sunlight was bursting over the horizon. Mike had been out for hours. But he realised something. He felt at peace, in a way he hadn't ever really done before.
The dawn had come, and with it there was a definite sense of purity. New beginnings. A past erased. Not quite. But for now, he felt clean and new and natural.
Things couldn't go back to the way they were. Mike understood that now. Things between him and Scott were far too complicated for them to go back to their old, friends-only way. He wanted more than that. Right now, he couldn't even tell what Scott wanted. But they had time to figure that out.
It was still complicated. It was still raw. And yet they were both there to try and work it all out.
Mike's thoughts ran around in his head without beginning or end, and, as if hearing, Scott looked at him, just catching his gaze. He opened his mouth, like he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. Giving up, he settled for smiling at Mike, as if trying to transmit everything that he was feeling in the movement of his muscles. It terrified Mike as much as it elated him, because this tentative, unsure Scott was someone utterly foreign to him.
For the first time, he felt like he was stronger than Scott.
The world – his world – was upside down, and somehow he'd never felt safer.
The whole world's a stage of complete chaos…
…but we're waiting in the wings, in perfect silence and stillness, waiting for the next person to make the first move. It would be so much simpler if there were words for this, what they were both feeling. It would be so much easier if both of them could find the courage to admit the obvious.
The problem was, the obvious became the esoteric. But somewhere, sometime, the obvious would become obvious to both of them. And then, maybe, they would finally decide what to do with the life that had been given to both of them.
But they were both there to try and figure out what it was that they wanted. Now, as the small beat-up car hurtled down into oblivion, it all felt so much simpler. When he was back in the city, everything seemed to confuse him. There were so many people and they all seemed to be Scotts to him, or some caricature of Scott sent down to torture him.
Now though, it was just the two of them, out on a road no-one used, and no-one was there, except for the omnipresent fucked up face, always looking down on them both.
Mike looked up, through the car window. Now that he was looking at it differently, the fucked up face had changed. It was softer, subtler, as though it was only there for him, and him alone.
It was smiling on him.
Author's Note: Well, that's the end. I can only thank everyone who reviewed from the bottom of my heart, especially Beena-Pani, for being so helpful in her reviews and also a fellow Brokeback Mountain fan, scarstar for always being supportive and encouraging, and LadyOfThieves, for reviewing faithfully even though she hadn't seen the film until a few weeks ago. Oh, and also admitting (finally!) that Keanu Reeves is hot (hugs and e-chocolate). But thank you as well to everyone else who has reviewed or even read this story.
I don't know whether there will be a sequel to this (I had the idea of doing a MOPI story that's just dialogue, as there's no dialogue at all in this story), but I don't really have a definitive plot for one. However, I am certainly thinking of doing a sort of fanfic100 challenge (only not quite) for Mike/Scott. For anyone who doesn't know, fanfic100 involves writing 100 one-shots on a person or pairing from a particular fandom using the prompts provided. Personally, I find that the prompts aren't that inspirational, so I tend to use my own, but I still might give it a go. Would anyone be interested in reading that? Tell me if you are.
I'll be posting news about the sequel at my LJ, so check there for information.
Thank you all again, and I hope you've all enjoyed this story. It's been fun, if a little frustrating to write, and I definitely intend to write some more My Own Private Idaho stories.
In short, thank you, and please review!