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Title: Reality is a Crutch 3/7
All Parts: Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Author: kat8cha
Pairing: pre Roy/Wally
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Roy hates asking for help and can only do so when he is not the one in need.
Warnings: Drug use, referenced prostitution
A/N: The first part of the story behind![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roygoesdown and quickblows's AU. Roy leaves when Ollie kicks him out and Wally never met Barry and thus never gained powers. Also for H/C bingo's drug addiction prompt.
The two of them are curled up on the bed shaking together. Roy has his face pressed against the side of Wally's neck while their one fan whirs and clacks, whirs and clacks. He's hot, too hot to be holding Wally like this, and both of them are covered with sweat. Every now and then Wally shivers, his chest expanding with air and then depressing as he hacks it all out. Roy shudders every time and wishes he could hold Wally tighter. A shock of nausea roils through Roy and he reluctantly pulls himself away from Wally, their sweat damp clothes sticking to skin and peeling off with a sticky noise. Another shudder and Roy launches himself over Wally's curled up body to stumble into their tiny beige bathroom. It's a bathroom that's seen better days, the floor tile is cracked in spots, and the mirror is missing a corner. The entire room is tinted yellow with age and poor lighting. Roy grabs the edges of the toilet and swallows once, thickly, before losing stomach lining and bile as he worships the porcelain god.
Better that then chasing the dragon, Roy thought as he slumped against the wall. His mouth tasted awful, sour and empty, and Roy closed his eyes tightly as muscles cramped.
This wasn't how he wanted to see Hal. This wasn't how he wanted to see anyone. Roy shuddered and pressed his forehead against the back of his hands as pain and nausea roiled through him.
'Nothing but a junkie', Roy scratched at his cheek and shook his head. He wasn't going to think about Ollie. Ollie with his stupid hypocrisy and his inability to face up to his own mistakes. Roy thumped his head back against the wall. God he hated Ollie. He hated Ollie because he loved him and he hated Ollie because he hated himself. Roy knew who was at fault for his drug addiction, he was, but blaming Ollie was so easy. It did not make Roy feel any better though. He, at least, could take ownership of his mistakes.
"Roy?" A rough frog like croak followed by a painful sounding cough. Roy could hear Wally's throat scratched by that cough like a million sharp edges grinding against soft tissue. "You," another cough, "okay?"
Roy shook his head and clenched his teeth. He didn't trust himself to speak for fear he'd throw up more. Instead he flung himself upward, vertigo making him dry retch into the sink, and turned on the cool water then splashed it onto his face. Ice cold clammy hands pressed against Roy's sweat damp shoulders and massaged his tight muscles even though Wally's hands were shaking almost as badly as Roy was.
"We're such a pair." Roy half grunted half sobbed. "You're dying, and I feel like death."
Wally's cough was probably a laugh and the cracked mirror reflected a wan smile in his moon pale face. Wally's freckles, that had dusted Wally's nose when they'd first arrived in Vegas and now covered his cheeks and shoulders, stood out against his pale skin. "What, this?" Wally's cough was unforced and yet still comically timed. "Just a flesh wound, Roy."
"John Cleese you're not." Roy gagged again and then spun around to spit bile and mucus into the toilet before flushing it. "Get back on the bed, Wally. I'll…" It took Roy a second to realize the buzzing sound wasn't in his head but was actually the alert that someone was buzzing his apartment from outside. It was an old building and the buzzing was absolutely annoying. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck they're here."
Wally coughed and attempted to block Roy's path when Roy forced himself out of the bathroom. "Wh-" Wally hacked again and attempted to wipe his lips off before Roy realized there was blood on his lips. "Who?"
Roy pretended he hadn't noticed while struggling into a beat up pair of tennis shoes. "I called for help." He balanced with one hand pressed against the wall while stuffing one foot into his shoe. "You need help right now, Wally, medical help, you need…" Roy shuddered and fell back against the wall when his leg twitched unconsciously. "You're really sick right now, Wall."
"Roy…" Wally took a deep breath and actually managed to hold it while he summoned a shaky smile. Roy knew what he was going to say. 'I'm fine, there's nothing wrong, and you're overreacting'. Or that was what Wally would try to say.
"Don't try it." Roy scrubbed at his forehead and walked unsteadily towards the door. He might not be able to pretend the withdrawal wasn't hitting him so hard all he wanted to do was crawl to a dealer. "Don't even, Wally."
It was the slightly glassy hurt look in Wally's wide eyes that made Roy hesitate in the doorway. "Look, you know how you're always telling me I should talk to the cape crowd?" Wally nodded, hesitantly, and Roy slanted him a typical Speedy devil may care smile. "Prepare to get your socks off, man, because you're going to be meeting Green Lantern." The buzzing stopped and then started again, one short buzz, and Roy let the door slam shut behind him.
"Wh-" Wally's coughs were audible once the door had closed and Roy winced. "Roy!" The shout was muffled and painful sounding. Roy half stumbled and half ran down the stairs. He did not want Hal to leave, or worse, to come up and surprise Wally. The other redhead was pretty shy around new people and Hal could come on pretty strong. Roy also didn't want Hal talking to the other people living in the rickety apartment building. Evening was starting to fall accompanied with a drop of temperature and women in skimpy dresses or men in low slung pants were starting to leave their buildings and head for the bordellos that didn't open until night really fell and the light was lit up by neon.
At the top of the first flight of stairs Roy could see two pairs of legs at the foot of the stairs. One was a pair of khaki pants, the other was jeans. Roy would put even money on Hal being the jeans because he wouldn't wear khaki's unless it was a dress occasion. Roy thundered down the last flight of steps and the two people outside came into view. Not Ollie, not like Roy had thought Hal would bring him but he had feared it. He had no idea who this other guy was, he didn't look like anyone Roy knew from the League. So he must be a hero with a pretty good mask. Maybe he was the Martian Manhunter in disguise?
It took Roy only a few seconds to get the doors open and then he had to take a second to catch his breath. Then that second turned into him leaning heavily against the door jamb. "Hey, Hal."
He winced, he sounded so bad. Hal winced too, his hopeful smile fading into a pained ghost of a smile. "Hey, Roy."
Roy glanced over at Hal's friend who shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. Huh, so probably not the Martian Manhunter then. Roy thought of the weirdest kinkiest thing he had done (it included Wally, the Jacuzzi at the bordello, and some slumming rich college students) and the guy just continued to look uncomfortable, so Roy ruled out the Martian Manhunter completely. Hal and Batman weren't great friends and Roy was pretty sure Batman would like, obviously brood or something. It had to be some hero though.
…maybe the Flash?
Naw, the guy was definitely too plain for that.
"I, Wally's upstairs." Roy winced and motioned for the two older men to come inside the apartment, then closed the doors and jogged ahead of them. It hurt and it made his head swim but it was better than having them head up in front of him. Hal's gaze was worried and heavy on his back and Roy shivered. The last time he had seen Hal had been just before Ollie found out and kicked him out. He thought about the horrible trip that Hal'd experienced on heroin and the constructs he had created with the ring before he gave a short shake of his head and began the long torturous awkwardly silent walk up the stairs, Hal would never understand Roy's addiction.
"What's wrong with 'Wally'?" Roy could hear the air quotes in Hal's speech.
"It's his real name." Roy stated shortly, pulling himself up those last few steps with the banister and then keeping his back straight as he walked towards the room. He hadn't bothered locking it and the door fell open with a creak. Roy would like to have said he was surprised to see Wally attempting to clean the apartment up, bent over in a coughing fit, but he couldn't. "Wally!" He rushed over and grabbed Wally as the other teen collapsed but his legs weren't sturdy enough and he fell down too. Both of them lay in a tangled sweaty mess on the floor with a broom pressing uncomfortably against Roy's spine. "Wally."
"Sorry." Wally coughed into Roy's collarbone and shivered. "I just… wanted to clean up."
Roy rubbed his hands over Wally's back and looked over Wally's shoulder at Hal. Hal was standing in the doorway looking over the apartment with wide eyes while theother man stood in the hallway talking to one of Roy's neighbor's. Roy winced and almost pushed Wally away except Wally's fingers were curled tight around his arm. "Can you two get… in here?" Roy wished he didn't sound as weak as he did but as soon as he spoke a wave of nausea and cramps swept through him and he did push Wally away this time and rush to the bathroom. He managed to get the door shut before he crumpled, but the door wasn't really enough to block out the sounds of conversation.
"Wally?!"
"I'm sorry, I don't…"
Roy turned on the faucet and ducked his head underneath it, his breath coming fast and ragged. He pulled back at a knock on the bathroom door.
"…your aunt Iris…"
"Roy, you okay in there, champ?"
Roy groaned and thunked his head against the faucet. Of all the people Hal could have brought it was someone who knew Wally? Fuck. Someone related to him even.
Fuck, he needed a hit.
Part 4!
All Parts: Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Author: kat8cha
Pairing: pre Roy/Wally
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Roy hates asking for help and can only do so when he is not the one in need.
Warnings: Drug use, referenced prostitution
A/N: The first part of the story behind
roygoesdown and quickblows's AU. Roy leaves when Ollie kicks him out and Wally never met Barry and thus never gained powers. Also for H/C bingo's drug addiction prompt.The two of them are curled up on the bed shaking together. Roy has his face pressed against the side of Wally's neck while their one fan whirs and clacks, whirs and clacks. He's hot, too hot to be holding Wally like this, and both of them are covered with sweat. Every now and then Wally shivers, his chest expanding with air and then depressing as he hacks it all out. Roy shudders every time and wishes he could hold Wally tighter. A shock of nausea roils through Roy and he reluctantly pulls himself away from Wally, their sweat damp clothes sticking to skin and peeling off with a sticky noise. Another shudder and Roy launches himself over Wally's curled up body to stumble into their tiny beige bathroom. It's a bathroom that's seen better days, the floor tile is cracked in spots, and the mirror is missing a corner. The entire room is tinted yellow with age and poor lighting. Roy grabs the edges of the toilet and swallows once, thickly, before losing stomach lining and bile as he worships the porcelain god.
Better that then chasing the dragon, Roy thought as he slumped against the wall. His mouth tasted awful, sour and empty, and Roy closed his eyes tightly as muscles cramped.
This wasn't how he wanted to see Hal. This wasn't how he wanted to see anyone. Roy shuddered and pressed his forehead against the back of his hands as pain and nausea roiled through him.
'Nothing but a junkie', Roy scratched at his cheek and shook his head. He wasn't going to think about Ollie. Ollie with his stupid hypocrisy and his inability to face up to his own mistakes. Roy thumped his head back against the wall. God he hated Ollie. He hated Ollie because he loved him and he hated Ollie because he hated himself. Roy knew who was at fault for his drug addiction, he was, but blaming Ollie was so easy. It did not make Roy feel any better though. He, at least, could take ownership of his mistakes.
"Roy?" A rough frog like croak followed by a painful sounding cough. Roy could hear Wally's throat scratched by that cough like a million sharp edges grinding against soft tissue. "You," another cough, "okay?"
Roy shook his head and clenched his teeth. He didn't trust himself to speak for fear he'd throw up more. Instead he flung himself upward, vertigo making him dry retch into the sink, and turned on the cool water then splashed it onto his face. Ice cold clammy hands pressed against Roy's sweat damp shoulders and massaged his tight muscles even though Wally's hands were shaking almost as badly as Roy was.
"We're such a pair." Roy half grunted half sobbed. "You're dying, and I feel like death."
Wally's cough was probably a laugh and the cracked mirror reflected a wan smile in his moon pale face. Wally's freckles, that had dusted Wally's nose when they'd first arrived in Vegas and now covered his cheeks and shoulders, stood out against his pale skin. "What, this?" Wally's cough was unforced and yet still comically timed. "Just a flesh wound, Roy."
"John Cleese you're not." Roy gagged again and then spun around to spit bile and mucus into the toilet before flushing it. "Get back on the bed, Wally. I'll…" It took Roy a second to realize the buzzing sound wasn't in his head but was actually the alert that someone was buzzing his apartment from outside. It was an old building and the buzzing was absolutely annoying. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck they're here."
Wally coughed and attempted to block Roy's path when Roy forced himself out of the bathroom. "Wh-" Wally hacked again and attempted to wipe his lips off before Roy realized there was blood on his lips. "Who?"
Roy pretended he hadn't noticed while struggling into a beat up pair of tennis shoes. "I called for help." He balanced with one hand pressed against the wall while stuffing one foot into his shoe. "You need help right now, Wally, medical help, you need…" Roy shuddered and fell back against the wall when his leg twitched unconsciously. "You're really sick right now, Wall."
"Roy…" Wally took a deep breath and actually managed to hold it while he summoned a shaky smile. Roy knew what he was going to say. 'I'm fine, there's nothing wrong, and you're overreacting'. Or that was what Wally would try to say.
"Don't try it." Roy scrubbed at his forehead and walked unsteadily towards the door. He might not be able to pretend the withdrawal wasn't hitting him so hard all he wanted to do was crawl to a dealer. "Don't even, Wally."
It was the slightly glassy hurt look in Wally's wide eyes that made Roy hesitate in the doorway. "Look, you know how you're always telling me I should talk to the cape crowd?" Wally nodded, hesitantly, and Roy slanted him a typical Speedy devil may care smile. "Prepare to get your socks off, man, because you're going to be meeting Green Lantern." The buzzing stopped and then started again, one short buzz, and Roy let the door slam shut behind him.
"Wh-" Wally's coughs were audible once the door had closed and Roy winced. "Roy!" The shout was muffled and painful sounding. Roy half stumbled and half ran down the stairs. He did not want Hal to leave, or worse, to come up and surprise Wally. The other redhead was pretty shy around new people and Hal could come on pretty strong. Roy also didn't want Hal talking to the other people living in the rickety apartment building. Evening was starting to fall accompanied with a drop of temperature and women in skimpy dresses or men in low slung pants were starting to leave their buildings and head for the bordellos that didn't open until night really fell and the light was lit up by neon.
At the top of the first flight of stairs Roy could see two pairs of legs at the foot of the stairs. One was a pair of khaki pants, the other was jeans. Roy would put even money on Hal being the jeans because he wouldn't wear khaki's unless it was a dress occasion. Roy thundered down the last flight of steps and the two people outside came into view. Not Ollie, not like Roy had thought Hal would bring him but he had feared it. He had no idea who this other guy was, he didn't look like anyone Roy knew from the League. So he must be a hero with a pretty good mask. Maybe he was the Martian Manhunter in disguise?
It took Roy only a few seconds to get the doors open and then he had to take a second to catch his breath. Then that second turned into him leaning heavily against the door jamb. "Hey, Hal."
He winced, he sounded so bad. Hal winced too, his hopeful smile fading into a pained ghost of a smile. "Hey, Roy."
Roy glanced over at Hal's friend who shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. Huh, so probably not the Martian Manhunter then. Roy thought of the weirdest kinkiest thing he had done (it included Wally, the Jacuzzi at the bordello, and some slumming rich college students) and the guy just continued to look uncomfortable, so Roy ruled out the Martian Manhunter completely. Hal and Batman weren't great friends and Roy was pretty sure Batman would like, obviously brood or something. It had to be some hero though.
…maybe the Flash?
Naw, the guy was definitely too plain for that.
"I, Wally's upstairs." Roy winced and motioned for the two older men to come inside the apartment, then closed the doors and jogged ahead of them. It hurt and it made his head swim but it was better than having them head up in front of him. Hal's gaze was worried and heavy on his back and Roy shivered. The last time he had seen Hal had been just before Ollie found out and kicked him out. He thought about the horrible trip that Hal'd experienced on heroin and the constructs he had created with the ring before he gave a short shake of his head and began the long torturous awkwardly silent walk up the stairs, Hal would never understand Roy's addiction.
"What's wrong with 'Wally'?" Roy could hear the air quotes in Hal's speech.
"It's his real name." Roy stated shortly, pulling himself up those last few steps with the banister and then keeping his back straight as he walked towards the room. He hadn't bothered locking it and the door fell open with a creak. Roy would like to have said he was surprised to see Wally attempting to clean the apartment up, bent over in a coughing fit, but he couldn't. "Wally!" He rushed over and grabbed Wally as the other teen collapsed but his legs weren't sturdy enough and he fell down too. Both of them lay in a tangled sweaty mess on the floor with a broom pressing uncomfortably against Roy's spine. "Wally."
"Sorry." Wally coughed into Roy's collarbone and shivered. "I just… wanted to clean up."
Roy rubbed his hands over Wally's back and looked over Wally's shoulder at Hal. Hal was standing in the doorway looking over the apartment with wide eyes while theother man stood in the hallway talking to one of Roy's neighbor's. Roy winced and almost pushed Wally away except Wally's fingers were curled tight around his arm. "Can you two get… in here?" Roy wished he didn't sound as weak as he did but as soon as he spoke a wave of nausea and cramps swept through him and he did push Wally away this time and rush to the bathroom. He managed to get the door shut before he crumpled, but the door wasn't really enough to block out the sounds of conversation.
"Wally?!"
"I'm sorry, I don't…"
Roy turned on the faucet and ducked his head underneath it, his breath coming fast and ragged. He pulled back at a knock on the bathroom door.
"…your aunt Iris…"
"Roy, you okay in there, champ?"
Roy groaned and thunked his head against the faucet. Of all the people Hal could have brought it was someone who knew Wally? Fuck. Someone related to him even.
Fuck, he needed a hit.
Part 4!