Title: Hear Me Now
Pairing: Implied Howince
Summary: You should feel grateful someone is actually talking to you. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?
Disclaimer: As if. Not mine, etc.
A/N: I never really feel part of a fandom ‘til I’ve put one of the characters through drug-related hell. Seriously. My LTD
You look like death, Vince.
‘Who are you?’
No one. Just a voice.
‘A voice in my head?’
‘Have I gone insane?’
‘Great. Just great.’
You should feel grateful someone is actually talking to you. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?
Don’t remember, do you?
‘No. No… I just can’t think.’
That’s not very helpful.
‘Neither are you.’
Who said I was here to help? Maybe you’re just good entertainment.
‘Am I. Fuck off, then.’
You’re not, though.
Good entertainment. You’re depressing. You’re depressed.
‘Why are you here, then?’
Just to talk.
I’m only a voice, what else can I do?
Look at yourself.
‘I look like death, I know! You’ve said that already.’
‘Because I have no reason to!’
Who needs reason when you have voice in your head... ah, there we go. A smile.
‘I look terrible.’
We’ve established that.
‘I’ve taken heroin chic a bit too far, haven’t I?
‘Can’t even smile and look normal.’
Probably because you appear to have more cheekbone than skin.
‘But I don’t feel hungry.’
You don’t feel anything.
‘Yes I do!’
Anger and pain do not count.
‘I can feel other things!’
You miss him too, don’t you.
Why don’t you go?
‘I look - ’
- terrible, yes, we know. Appearance isn’t everything.
‘Is to me.’
Isn’t to him.
‘Does he miss me?’
How would I know?
‘I thought you… never mind.’
You thought I was what, a spirit sent to make it all better? Christ Vince, thought you were smarter than that.
Doesn’t matter. For all you know, I’m just another hallucination you’ll forget about in half an hour.
Don’t sound too hopeful. I don’t know, just a voice, et cetera.
‘Please don’t go.’
That’s sweet. I’m touched, really.
Want some advice?
It’s not lay off the drugs (although I would recommend that).
‘Heard that one before.’
‘He… he doesn’t know.’
Fucking hell, what is he, blind?
‘I haven’t seen him in over four months.’
You’ve been using for six.
‘I’m a good liar.’
Fuck off are you. He knows as well as anyone.
‘But he never…’
No one dares mention it, Vince. They’re all scared of you. Think it’s an infectious disease or something, don’t dare get too close or they might catch something, you know?
‘I’m not that bad.’
You picked your last needle off the floor of a deserted pub.
‘I washed it under the tap.’
I’m sure that helped.
‘I don’t have a choice! I have no money, can’t get a job, can’t… go back to him.’
I bet he’s forgotten about you.
‘What? NO! He couldn’t! He... he wouldn’t!’
You’re right, he wouldn’t. He’s probably got his own addiction, heavy on the Irish, yeah?
‘You don’t even know him! He wouldn’t do that!’
A lot changes in four months, Vince. He could be Head of the Zooniverse, beautiful girlfriend, the perfect life. All because he doesn’t have to deal with you and your shit anymore.
‘Howard wouldn’t do that to me! He wouldn’t!’
You sure about that, Vincey boy? Wanna go over there now, have a little look, see the old faces? Doubt they’d recognise you, you could slip in and out and no one would even notice.
‘Leave me alone! I’ll get Naboo on you!’
Oh, will you? Do you even know where he is? Doubt you’d be able to find him if he was tied to a chain around your neck. Where is that pretty necklace of yours, by the way?
‘I sold it.’
What’s wrong Vince? You sound a little choked up.
‘LEAVE ME ALONE!’
‘Oh god. Howard, help me. Howard, I’m so scared, where are you Howard I need you – ’