Peter tries his hand at a very tame het fanfic... Ha!

Inspired by watching several shows about "Troy" with my little family...

FIC: "Diana of Troy" 1/1
Author: Greyday
Feedback: All types welcome
Email: peter_greyday@yahoo.com [peter_greyday at yahoo.com]
Date: 13 May 2004
WARNINGS: Het (male/female relationship), potential underage
Pair: John Stevens/Diana DeGarmo
Disclaimer: For recreational reading, written with utter respect for those included and with no intent of slander of any kind. Total and complete fiction (which is why it's called a fic).
Notes: This is mild het -- with no graphic sexual contact. Even though both John and Diana are underage, you'll quickly see why there's nothing really offensive here... This is really only what is fondly called a ficlet. Short, but hopefully sweet.
Dedication: To Chelle, who wanted to read a John/Diana love story...

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John Stevens was happily home again. "American Idol" had been an exciting and emotional ride, but he felt ready to rest and recuperate. He could figure out the future later. After the concert tour. After the prom...

Settling in after everything that had happened wasn't as easy as he'd expected. He was able to fool almost everyone into believing he was fine. (Everyone, except perhaps his mother.)

He felt a loss that he couldn't quite place. It reminded him of childhood when he'd lost a tooth. His tongue kept pushing into the gap, worrying the empty space. There was an emptiness that wasn't connected to the spotlight...

And though he felt a strange loneliness, he found it funny how much more he prized his time alone. John hadn't realized how much he'd missed the quiet moments of just lying on his bed alone in his room, staring up at the ceiling.

This evening the rest of the family was occupied while he sat behind a firmly closed door in his bedroom. The lights were off but the room was only comfortably dark. He could still clearly see the windows, the dresser in the corner and his desk against the far wall.

As John stared up at the ceiling he began to think about the other contestants. Those who were still there -- still finalists in the competition. For a moment he thought about her -- wondering what she was thinking at that very moment in time. (Was she, perhaps, thinking of him?)

Earlier the TV had been tuned to "A & E" and a special about Helen of Troy. There had been a number of shows recently that were focused around the soon-to-be-realized epic, "Troy."

John had been fascinated as he listened to actress Susan Sarandon narrate about the life of Helen of Troy...

His eyes were growing heavy and he decided it might be a good idea to lie back on the bed. He didn't need to sleep. Perhaps if he just closed his eyes and let himself daydream...

He drifted, not aware he'd fallen asleep.

And yet he could feel the bed gently shifting beneath him. He suddenly knew he was floating on a body of water.

John opened his eyes and looked out at the deep blue of the ocean. He turned and his gaze fell on the profile of Hector, standing close beside him.

He rose, his red hair gleaming in the sunshine as he stepped to the side of the ship. He grasped the rough wood and held tight as his body adjusted to the gentle movement. Then he turned and smiled at his brother, Hector.

John's eyes shifted back to the watery horizon. Soon he'd be there. Soon he'd see her. Soon he'd be able to try to woo her...

John leaned against the side of the ship and let his eyes close again. His thoughts began to wander...

Then there were there. They rode through the streets of the city and he could feel his face flushing with pleasure.

John had to bite his lip to conceal his excitement as he and Hector sat down to dine with the King.

She was there. Sitting there beside the King, her blonde hair framing her fair face. She was every bit as beautiful as he'd been told.

After the meal John had managed to find his way to her chamber. He knew the risks. He knew he could be excuted for his folly. It didn't matter. He had to do more than gaze across a table into her face.

He had to do more than lock eyes with her. He simply had to hold her in his arms...

Then she was there, standing in front of him. He started to speak her name.

"Helen," he breathed -- and then quickly corrected himself. "Diana. You're so lovely. The greatest beauty in the world."

She moved closer and he boldly drew her into his arms.

"John," she whispered. "We shouldn't."

But she was smiling. Her face was glowing. He wrapped her in a tighter embrace, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. She didn't struggle -- didn't try to withdraw...

She was staring up into his eyes. "I... I adore you," she said. "I want you."

He nodded. "I want you, too."

He leaned down and pressed his mouth softly against her full lips.

She was clinging to him, pressing her hands into his hair.

"Diana. Oh, Diana," he cried. His body felt on fire with passion.

There was a knock on the door. Diana drew quickly to a corner of the room while John spun toward the sound.

He slipped on the rugs beside the bed and fell down against the softness. He shifted around and was surprised to see how dark the room was...

John sat up, suddenly starkly aware of his surrounding. This was his room. Not the room of Diana. Diana who was somehow tied in his mind to Helen of Troy...

The knocking had stopped. It must have been his mother checking to see if he was sleeping.

John rose and slipped out of his clothes. He donned his pajamas and slipped into bed, his mind reeling.

"Diana," he whispered. "I hope I dream about you again."

He turned over and closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips...

-the end-



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