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wolfanfics) wrote2008-08-05 07:32 pm
wolfanfics) wrote2008-08-05 07:32 pm
RPF: Kevin Rudd/Joe Hockey - Taken For A Ride
Title: Taken For A Ride
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusPolitics
Characters: Kevin Rudd, Joe Hockey
Pairings: Kevin/Joe
Prompt: #02 I was wrong about you
Word Count: 413
Warnings: angst, angst and more angst, with a touch of swearing.
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a political junkie and slasher who watches Question Time obsessively.
Table: Right here
Author's Notes: Initially started as a drabble on a writing forum of mine, but Joe wasn’t quite done with it yet.
Summary: Joe receives a letter and it’s not a particularly happy one. No, I don’t know what triggered this. Joe just started talking and I couldn’t stop him. D:
Taken For A Ride
I don’t even know who slipped me that letter. Maybe it was you. Maybe it was someone else. Those words were filled with spite and anger. And pride. Fucking pride. How dare you feel proud of what you did to me.
It's hard to believe you did that. I thought you were better than that, with your halo and good Christian image. Pity they never know what your soul's really like. But what can I do? I have no power, not anymore. I’m not the one sitting in the Lodge, presiding over the masses, a smiling, waving ‘I love you all’ man.
I should’ve seen it. It all made sense now. My divided loyalty was torn and shattered and all I could do was cry. Because you used me. I know that now. Your smile hides the malice in your heart.
Everything you said to me was a lie. Even in the dirty game that is politics, I never lied to you. Not once. Would it have killed you to return the favour? I thought we trusted each other enough to manage that. Clearly, I was mistaken.
I never thought you were capable of such cruelty. Our precious, happy memories together are now tarnished by your words. Your lies. Your horrible filthy lies.
I want you to kneel at my feet and beg my forgiveness, because having to see you every day in the chamber is becoming too painful to endure. It breeds hatred in my heart that the man I thought was the most kindest person in the world can stoop to lying, thievery and deception and leave me broken and torn and crying when no one else is around.
I give up. I won’t play these games anymore. You win. You always fucking win. I’ll take the moral high ground and sneer at you for making it personal. Screw over the Opposition? You certainly achieved that, you bastard. We both remember how many times we fucked, how many times we snuck off together. And all the while you were grinning like an idiot and tricking me into believing you cared.
I wish everyone could see what a fucking hypocrite you are. Then maybe they wouldn’t have made you Prime Minister. Maybe then I wouldn’t hate you. Or maybe I would. Maybe you’d still cut me and leave me dying. I thought I knew who you were, but you’ve shown me you’re more ruthless and cruel than I could have ever imagined.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusPolitics
Characters: Kevin Rudd, Joe Hockey
Pairings: Kevin/Joe
Prompt: #02 I was wrong about you
Word Count: 413
Warnings: angst, angst and more angst, with a touch of swearing.
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a political junkie and slasher who watches Question Time obsessively.
Table: Right here
Author's Notes: Initially started as a drabble on a writing forum of mine, but Joe wasn’t quite done with it yet.
Summary: Joe receives a letter and it’s not a particularly happy one. No, I don’t know what triggered this. Joe just started talking and I couldn’t stop him. D:
Taken For A Ride
I don’t even know who slipped me that letter. Maybe it was you. Maybe it was someone else. Those words were filled with spite and anger. And pride. Fucking pride. How dare you feel proud of what you did to me.
It's hard to believe you did that. I thought you were better than that, with your halo and good Christian image. Pity they never know what your soul's really like. But what can I do? I have no power, not anymore. I’m not the one sitting in the Lodge, presiding over the masses, a smiling, waving ‘I love you all’ man.
I should’ve seen it. It all made sense now. My divided loyalty was torn and shattered and all I could do was cry. Because you used me. I know that now. Your smile hides the malice in your heart.
Everything you said to me was a lie. Even in the dirty game that is politics, I never lied to you. Not once. Would it have killed you to return the favour? I thought we trusted each other enough to manage that. Clearly, I was mistaken.
I never thought you were capable of such cruelty. Our precious, happy memories together are now tarnished by your words. Your lies. Your horrible filthy lies.
I want you to kneel at my feet and beg my forgiveness, because having to see you every day in the chamber is becoming too painful to endure. It breeds hatred in my heart that the man I thought was the most kindest person in the world can stoop to lying, thievery and deception and leave me broken and torn and crying when no one else is around.
I give up. I won’t play these games anymore. You win. You always fucking win. I’ll take the moral high ground and sneer at you for making it personal. Screw over the Opposition? You certainly achieved that, you bastard. We both remember how many times we fucked, how many times we snuck off together. And all the while you were grinning like an idiot and tricking me into believing you cared.
I wish everyone could see what a fucking hypocrite you are. Then maybe they wouldn’t have made you Prime Minister. Maybe then I wouldn’t hate you. Or maybe I would. Maybe you’d still cut me and leave me dying. I thought I knew who you were, but you’ve shown me you’re more ruthless and cruel than I could have ever imagined.