I’ve just come to the inescapable conclusion that I more or less OTP Kaner/Sharpy now, The Internet, so here, have a snippet of a fic I’ve been working on:
Later, he’ll wonder why it took him so long to realize whose back he was looking at. Now, though, he just sees the back of a tall, dark-haired guy, and a blonde woman who barely comes to his shoulder. The guy says, “Lisa, Patrick,” and they turn around.
Patrick is Sharpy.
"Holy shit," Kaner breathes. Sharpy doesn’t bother to let shock stop him, though. He runs forward and lifts Kaner up off the ground bodily, crushing him in the process. Not that Kaner’s just flopping around; he hugs Sharpy, too, clutching him so hard he’s a little worried about breaking something.
"Jesus Christ," Sharpy says, putting him down. "I thought you were dead."
"I thought everyone was dead," Kaner admits.
Kaner opens his mouth, then stops, mind blank. It’s the first time he’s tried to put words to things, and suddenly it’s hard to shape them around what actually happened. He hasn’t talked about it yet, and now he doesn’t know what to say.
"I haven’t seen anyone since," he finally says. He means it as an apology, but it comes out defensive.
Sharpy just claps him on the shoulder. “Later,” he says. Then he looks over Kaner’s shoulder and adds, “Come on, Alan, put the gun down. Kaner here’s with me.”
"How the fuck are you alive?" Kaner says.
Sharpy doesn’t answer, and no one else says anything either. ‘Alive’ hangs in the air, in Kaner’s flat voice, like he threw a dead fish in the middle of the loose circle of people and now no one wants to pick it up.
"Let me take you to mine," Sharpy says. "We’ll talk."