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WELCOME - Prompts Post Part I
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Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.
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Fill: Part 5 (Trigger warning)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-31 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)“It really is late, Martin. In the morning, okay?” he reasoned, sliding under the covers on his own bed. Martin did the same.
“Alright,” he said sleepily, deciding he could probably avoid questions better when he was less exhausted anyway. The accusing voices were still absent as he drifted into sleep. He was thankful for small mercies.
When he was sure Martin was asleep, Douglas rolled over in his bed to contemplate him. The fluffy hair pushed in all directions by the pillow. The pale skin against the shocking shade of blue bed sheets. The left arm nestled in the sheets, shirt sleeve riding down but still only just covering the crisp white bandage with intermittent spots of red. He thought about how Martin looked, leaning against the greying bath. Despite the cut and the knife he held against it, his face had been placid, blank, almost serene. It wasn’t right.
He didn’t pretend to understand. He knew he couldn’t quantify why people did that to themselves. He knew Martin had his problems but it was Martin. Miserable, yes, but sensible, dependable to the point of irritation. He was a man who knew that you had to have nineteen passengers before you required a steward and who actually filled in his log book, regularly. He revised SOPs because he enjoyed it. The man he sat next to and teased mercilessly on the flight deck was not the sort of man who would go home and lay into his arm with a blade. He just wasn’t.
Douglas slowly fell asleep pondering on how well he really knew Martin. And whether the person sleeping fitfully in front of him was the real Martin or whether that was the man he shared the cheese tray with. He wasn’t sure. And that scared him a bit. That for the first time, he really wasn’t sure.
The dull burn of his arm was not unusual when he woke up. On overnight stays it was usually less searing, more a pain straining to burst out his skin and make itself know, but it couldn’t, because Martin hadn’t freed it yet. Prizing his eyes open to bright sunshine was also not unusual. It didn’t happen much at his flat, but that was Britain for you. Opening his eyes fully to see Douglas staring down at him with a serious face; now that, that was unusual.
“Morning,” Douglas said tonelessly. Martin groaned.
“What?” Douglas asked, face softening slightly.
“I had hoped that it was just a bad dream,” Martin replied sadly.
“Ah. ‘Fraid not. You alright?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Douglas gave him a look. “What? I really am fine. Perhaps I wasn’t last night, but I am now.”
“Alright then.”
“What time is it?”
“Half past seven.”
“Not long until we have to leave then.”
“Oh we have a couple of hours yet,” Douglas said dangerously.
“Douglas...”
“No, Martin listen, and for God’s sake savour it. I don’t understand.”
“Douglas...” Martin breathed.
“Shush, Martin. I don’t understand, and I never don’t understand. So I want to understand and I’d like you to help me. Might even help you, talking it through.”
“I...I don’t think...I don’t really know how to...”
“Try, Martin.”
“N...no.”
“What?”
“I...,” he gulped. “I don’t want to.”
“Martin.”
“No, Douglas. This is one thing you won’t bully me into. I don’t want to and that’s that. Now I’m going to go down for some breakfast. I hope you join me later.”
Fill: Part 6 (Trigger warning)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-31 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)Unlike Martin, he washed and changed at a leisurely pace, arriving at the breakfast table looking considerably more impressive and, well, like a captain, than the real captain did. Martin seemed to take this a threat and narrowed his eyes at Douglas. Carolyn was unmoved and Arthur was too busy diving into a bowl of what were once cornflakes, several past lives ago, to notice.
“About time too,” Carolyn said tetchily. Douglas just sat down and smiled. Martin pushed his chin down to his chest, looking forlorn. Douglas got that uncertain feeling back in his chest, watching Martin pick at a piece of toast.
“Not eating Martin?” Douglas asked, letting a hint of concern seep in to his voice.
“Not hungry,” Martin mumbled. He looked up at Douglas with an apologetic smile. Douglas felt he was more in the dark then than he had been while he was watching Martin sleep. He didn’t like that feeling. Not at all.
“Post take-off checks complete.”
“Thank you, Douglas.”
Silence descended. A thick, awkward silence. Douglas observed Martin keenly out of the corner of his eye, he was absently rubbing at his forearm. Then he pressed down suddenly and let out a hiss of air through his teeth.
“Martin.”
“Sorry. I was in a world of my own.”
“Yes, I saw.”
“The answer is still no, by the way.”
“I know.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
“Look, I don’t know how to explain it anyway, even if I wanted to,” Martin blurted out after a pause.
“Alright.”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t say anything, you know.”
“I know.”
“I won’t give up.” Martin nodded mournfully.
“I know.
“Six hours left.”
“Yep.”
“You’re doing remarkably well.”
“Thank you.”
“How’s the van business?” Douglas asked rapidly.
“Fine.”
“Keeping up with money alright?”
“Yes.”
“Carolyn still not paying you.”
“No.”
“Still keeping up to date with paperwork.” The questions were coming at a breakneck pace, barely giving Martin time to consider his answer.
“Of course.”
“When did it start?”
“When I was...oooh. No you don’t.”
“Well it was worth a try.” Martin didn’t dignify that with a response.
Fill: Part 7 (Trigger warning)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-31 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)“I really think it’s best not to ask. Ignorance is bliss, Martin.”
“Yes, Douglas. It is,” he said pointedly. Douglas raised a sardonic eyebrow and poked the grey...thing on his plate, just making sure it wasn’t alive. Martin eyed the more orange concoction on his plate and made a face of disgust. They both looked at each other.
“Arthur!” they called in unison.
“Yes chaps,” he grinned, bounding into the flight deck.
“Biscuits. Now.”
“Oh,” he said, looking a little crestfallen. “Not good then?”
“Well let’s just say it’s not the finest example of your cooking.”
“Oh. Okay. Be right back.”
“Was that cruel do you think?” Martin asked. Douglas eyed him.
“Do you think it was?”
“Maybe a little.”
The biscuits arrived promptly with an apology in the form of two cups of coffee and an Arthur that beamed when Martin said he was getting better at making the coffee and an Arthur that then bounced away humming.
“That was nice,” Douglas said after a while. Martin made a non-committal noise. “Felt a little sorry for him, did you?”
“A bit. He does his best.”
“Like you.”
“Douglas.”
“Recognised something of yourself in our dear steward?”
“Douglas, you are not going to force me into a discussion about this.”
“Look, Martin. I saw you cutting away at your arm yesterday. I don’t understand why.”
“It helps.”
“But why and with what?”
“Oh just...you wouldn’t understand.”
“Exactly, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I want to, though.”
“But...no matter what I say... you just wouldn’t get it.”
“Try me.” Martin looked at him, searching, trying to find something in Douglas’ face. Whatever it was though, he didn’t see it and sighed.
“You’re you, Douglas. The wonderful sky God Douglas Richardson,” he looked away. “You just wouldn’t get it.”
Douglas sighed in exasperation.
“Maybe if you just started from the beginning.”
“Douglas,” Martin began looking back at Douglas with pleading eyes. “Please. Let it go.”
“Four hours.”
“Yep.”
“Two hundred and forty minutes.”
“Well done.”
“Martin...”
“Oh Douglas I am tired of this.”
“Look at me. It’s hard. If the past three hours in a confined space with you has taught me anything it’s that it’s hard. To talk about it and to forget about it. You’ve been playing with your shirt cuff incessantly.”
“Oh, have I?”
“Yes. But think about it. I know now, and I won’t let it go, you know that. Wouldn’t it be better to just talk it through? It might help you. And you can lay whatever ground rules you feel necessary.”
“Really?” Martin asked, wary.
“Absolutely.”
“It will work better if you ask questions I think, I don’t really know what to say otherwise.”
“Alright.”
“But if I don’t want to answer you can’t force me. If I don’t know then, well, I don’t know. Okay?”
“Fine.”
“You promise?”
“Of course.”
“Right. Okay.” He took a deep shaky breath and nodded almost imperceptibly.
“When did it start?”
“My first cut was when I was fifteen. I was bullied at school, of course. It was the fourteenth of November. It was just something one of them said. They’d been calling me names for years but something about that time was different. I remember crying, a lot. And I went into the kitchen and found one of the sharp knifes my dad used to peel potatoes. It was small, easy to hide. I remember putting it to my wrist and I remember how scared I was at how good it felt, how it made everything go away so easily. I mean afterwards I felt awful. Guilty, shifty, I thought everyone knew and was looking at me strangely. I thought my dad looked disappointed in me every time I saw him. Funny thing is, I can’t remember what the boys said. It’s like someone has deleted the memory. I think I prefer it that way, to be honest.”
“So it started when you were fifteen. You’re what thirty four now? That’s nineteen years, Martin.”
Fill: Part 8 (Trigger warning)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-31 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)“Did it continue when you failed again?”
“Yes, it got steadily worse, really until...”
“Until?”
“Well I probably should have gone to hospital but I didn’t want anyone to know. I was scared of people knowing. Still am, by the way. But it wouldn’t stop bleeding and as every minute went by, I panicked more. But then it did stop, eventually. I was so tired, I’d lost quite a lot of blood, I cleaned up as best I could then collapsed on the sofa. I woke up about thirty five hours later. I toyed with the idea of going to A and E, but...well the thought really did scare me. So I didn’t bother.”
“You worked through it? Even losing that amount of blood?”
“Yeah. Made of stronger stuff then you thought, aren’t I?” Douglas chuckled and nodded.
“So what about recently then? How long?”
“Since joining MJN...about a year I suppose. It felt good at the start, I was a captain. Then Carolyn made it perfectly clear what she thought of me, and I want getting paid anyway and well the only person here who seems to think I’m worth anything is Arthur. And he barely counts.”
“That’s not true, Martin.” Martin smiled at him weakly, the smile not getting within a mile of his eyes.
“Anyway after a bad trip, I don’t think it matters which one, I took a razor blade and well, it made it go away a bit. And I could sleep again, after that.”
“So it’s been continuing since then?”
“Yeah pretty much. I suppose it’s been progressing but not much, not like it did when I kept failing my exams. But...”
“But?”
“I don’t know. You only found out because I got careless. I never get careless.”
“No, I don’t imagine you do.”
“You don’t understand. It’s getting to a stage where I can’t go for more than a few days without hurting myself, it doesn’t even matter how anymore. You found me because I needed to hurt so badly I’d been scratching at my arm all the time you were in the shower.”
“Ah. I thought they were nail marks.”
“Yes. It’s not been like this before. Usually I have a reason, a need, a bad day or something someone said triggering a memory, something, but on the days where things have actually gone reasonably well, there’s still an itch. And it keeps getting worse, it’s like I’m getting withdrawal symptoms. I don’t like it but...”
“But you can’t do without it.”
“Yeah, exactly.”
“See, I told you talking would help.” Martin let out a laugh.
“Yes, I wondered how long it would take you to say ‘I told you so’.”
“Twenty six minutes, but who’s counting?” Martin laughed again.
“Well that’s the timescale part done. Now for the bit really don’t understand. Why?”
“It just helps.”
“But why? How? How can that possibly help?”
“It just...it lets me sleep.”
“You don’t need that to sleep.”
“You don’t understand.”
“I know,” Douglas said, irritably.
“It shuts the voices up,” Martin said suddenly. Douglas stared at him, open mouthed. “Oh don’t look at me like that, that isn’t what I meant. When I’ve had a particularly bad day all I can think about is Carolyn shouting at me or one of my clients angry that I chipped his paintwork or was late. Or the boys at my school or...”
“Or?”
Fill: Part 9 (Trigger warning)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-31 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)“I see,” Douglas said eventually.
“Really?”
“Well...”
“It just builds up. Feelings of worthlessness I suppose and then they manifest themselves as voices, recent or from memory, that keep repeating and won’t go away. The voices then become more solid, and the shouting keeps getting louder and louder. Having a physical sensation like pain to drag focus away from the voices means that they usually go away; leading to a fairly peaceful night’s sleep. Fairly.”
“That was surprisingly scientific of you. Detached really.”
“Sometimes you have to be,” Martin snapped.
“Alright, alright.”
“But do you see now?”
“Yes, I think I do.”
“Good. Question time over then.”
“Perhaps.”
“Douglas.”
“Martin. It’s not the way.”
“It’s my way.”
“It’s not the way.”
“I just...it works and its minimum risk compared to...”
“Compared to what?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Douglas leant forward in his seat.
“Martin.” He looked away. “Martin, what happened?”
“I went out and got drunk, really drunk. Really, really bad day. I was trying not to cut. I felt guilty about the last time, so I went to a club and got pissed. Some guy came up to me and brought me some more drinks.”
“Oh. Please tell me...”
“I don’t remember. I really don’t. I woke up on the floor of my flat, but there were bruises on my wrists and I know I didn’t put them there. It scared me. Almost as much when the cut wouldn’t stop bleeding. I decided then that cutting was better for me.”
“How long ago was this?”
“About five months.”
“Bloody hell, Martin. Why didn’t you tell anyone?”
“Couldn’t. It was my own fault.” Douglas sighed and leant back in his chair. A weather warning crackled at them. Martin answered, listlessly. The silence resumed, neither of them willing to look at the other.
“Three hours.”
“Yep.”
“Douglas...”
“Martin.”
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“I...for...”
“You don’t know, do you?”
“I suppose not.”
“Then why apologise?”
“Default setting I think.”
The silence returned, but it was slightly more companionable. They slowly settled into a game, which Martin lost, predictably. But they were both smiling at the end of it. Arthur came in with two more coffees and Douglas was even nice to him. He left looking like he had springs on his shoes. Martin smiled at Douglas as a silent thanks. Douglas felt emboldened.
“I think you should stop.” Douglas was afraid Martin would be annoyed and become defensive, instead he just looked defeated.
“I have tried. I relapse. Every time.”
“Ah, but you always did it alone, I’m guessing.”
“Yes, of course I did. And you don’t guess, Douglas.”
“As demonstrated by me being right.” Martin rolled his eyes. “Anyway, this time will be different.”
“Oh?”
“I’ll help you.”
“How?”
“However I can.”
“But...why?”
“Believe it or not, I like you. I value you as a friend and a captain. MJN would be lost without you. Carolyn would never find another pilot willing to work for free.”
“True,” Martin said with a slightly bitter laugh. “So, how?”
“I suggest we try the commemoration approach.”
“What?”
“You are familiar with the concept of friendship bracelets, yes? Well we get some thread and tie a knot in it for every say week you go without hurting yourself. If you cut one week, we start again with a new piece of thread.”
“I think I see. But what about...”
“You do what you haven’t done for nineteen years. You talk to someone. It doesn’t have to be me, but you always try with someone or even just keeping a diary. If your feelings building up was a problem, don’t let them.”
“You make it sound so simple.”
“I know. But you’ll try won’t you?” A pained look flitted across Martin’s eyes.
“I’ll think about it.”
Fill: Part 10 (Trigger warning) last part
(Anonymous) 2011-01-31 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)“Number seven,” Martin remarked, incredulous.
“I’m proud of you Martin,” Douglas smiled. Martin’s face coloured but he smiled back all the same.
“Have you kept the others?”
“Yeah. They’re sellotaped to the box in my bedside table. Whenever I reach for it I see them. It usually works.”
He fiddled with the thread around his wrist, counting each knot with his fingers, twice. He had a bemused smile on his face and this time it made his eyes light up. Douglas couldn’t stop beaming at him. He’d come far in the seven months and he was getting better, even he could see that now. It didn’t mean that he didn’t relapse occasionally, but the day he’d come to Douglas with a still bleeding cut, apologies tumbling out of his mouth through the tears, Douglas had sat him down, cleaned the cut and told him he was making progress. Martin had stared at him, confused, so it was Douglas’ turn to explain. He told Martin that coming to tell him that he’d cut again wasn’t something he would have done a few weeks ago. He wasn’t hiding it anymore, he was seeking help, and that counted for something.
“I thought after the first thread, that I’d never make it,” Martin said, still counting the knots. The first thread had only got as far as one knot, just, and then Martin had broken down on an overnight stay in New York. Douglas had made him go to hospital that time. He never wanted to see that much blood again.
“I told you it would get better.” Martin raised an eyebrow at Douglas. “Thirty seven minutes,” Douglas chuckled. Martin joined in, after a pause.
“Thank you,” Martin said quietly, when the laughter had run its course. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“You wouldn’t have, if I hadn’t found out.” Martin hung his head. “You’re welcome, Martin. I’m glad I could help.”
The soft smile was back. Douglas preferred it that way. He leant back in his seat, looking out on the bright horizon. They heard the sound of the service bell for the fourteenth time since the flight began.
“Twenty quid says Carolyn strangles a passenger before we land,” Douglas smirked. Martin giggled.
“If we have any passengers left when we land it’ll be a miracle.”
“We could put it on our brochure again.”
“What the plane littered with bodies or Carolyn actually killing someone?”
“I think Carolyn killing someone in a plane littered with bodies.” They both laughed a bit too loudly.
“We’ll it’d certainly grab people’s attention,” Martin said still laughing.
“Precisely. And it would put the fear of God into anyone foolish enough to fly with us.”
“I’ll let you suggest that one to her though.”
“Oh? I thought I was witnessing a new Martin.”
“Which is precisely why I’m not engaging in a foolhardy venture. Besides, I am deferring to the better pilot.”
“Hmm, touché,” Douglas replied.
They heard Carolyn storming back into the galley and then proceed to berate Arthur rather loudly. Turns out he’d mistaken a passenger’s request for iced water and frozen a glass of water for them instead. Douglas and Martin had never laughed so hard.
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okaaaaay that was longer than i'd though, sorry about that :)
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I've never cut myself, but I can understand why Martin would resort to it after bottling up all of his feelings. I'm glad that Douglas played the part of a hero so well without being corny or stereotypical.
Basically, this is a splendid piece of work. :) Great job.
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Thank you so much for the fill. It was brilliant. ♥
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(Anonymous) 2011-08-19 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you.
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Also, I loved your Douglas – very calm and accepting, but absolutely determined to understand.