RPF: Kevin Rudd/Joe Hockey - Prompt 9
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wolfanficsTitle: Wounded Dogs
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusPolitics (ie RPF)
Starring: Kevin Rudd (ALP), Joe Hockey (LIB), Tony Abbott (LIB), John Howard (LIB), Peter Costello (LIB) even gets a mention
Pairings: implied past Kevin/Joe
Prompt: #9 – Always wondered what this'd be like
Word Count: 637
Rating: FRM - swearing
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: ALP = Australian Labor Party, traditionally left-wing party. LIB = Liberal Party, conservative right-wing party. Also, I wasn't intentionally trying to include the prompt verbatim in here, that's just how it wrote itself.
Summary: Post-2007 Election fallout angst. Hockey's POV.
Wounded Dogs
You get to a point in life where you think you're invincible. So when the agent of your impending doom appears out of nowhere, and it's you, it shakes you to your very foundations. We saw it coming, the defeat, but we prayed and hoped we'd scrape through. Denial is a contagious thing.
It's so hard to remain loyal to a leader who you know is going to be slaughtered and you can do nothing to stop him. You try and try to tell him he needs to leave, but they never do. Still, it kept Costello out of power, which I suppose we can all be grateful for.
I'll be brutally honest. Losing the election hurt. It hurt a lot. I always wondered what losing so badly would be like. I think this was the first election we had a real chance of losing. No one anticipated how popular you'd become, Kev. Everyone underestimated you, and you rode it perfectly. That's why we're now in Opposition.
I wanted so much to run to you that night and congratulate you for that stunning victory, but being in a room full of crying party faithful just bites into your heart. Everyone was hurting that night. I'd won my seat, and that was great, but we lost. We fucking lost.
I couldn't bear to listen to your victory speech. I went and hid. No one saw me crying. I didn't expect to feel so conflicted. My party was hurting, and yet I wanted to run into your arms more than anything else that night. I felt like a traitor. I wonder if you were thinking the same thing.
Everything changed that night. Howard was gone, the man who'd eventually split us apart. I felt free, as if the one thing keeping us apart was now gone and we were free to run to each other again. But I was in no mood to realise the conflict.
I started calling you so many times. It wasn't until after midnight when I could sneak away that I dared actually go through with it. I had no idea what would happen. Would you answer?
I was so shocked to hear your voice.
“Joe? That you, mate?”
“Yeah, yeah, it's me. Thought I'd call... Congrats on the win.”
“Thanks, Joe. That-that means a lot to me. Are you alright? You sound upset.”
“We just got annihilated. How do you think I'm feeling?”
“Sorry. The best man won, it seems. Did you – do you, I mean-”
“No, not right now. Please don't do this right now. Tonight, I cry for my party. That is where my loyalty lies.”
“As you wish.”
Christ, did you have to sound so apologetic and sweet? That was always what I loved about you. You just accepted me at my word. You're too innocent like that, Kevin. You need to grow some balls if you're going to survive.
“Joe?”
“Yeah?”
“I'm crying for you too.”
“Bullshit. Stop lying. You're fucking elated to have won. No way are you bothering with my pain. No one likes losing, Kevin.”
“Always wondered what this'd be like. Call me some day, will you, please?”
I took a breath and steadied my voice. “Sure. When I've had time to lick my wounds.”
“Goodnight, Joe. I'm sorry.”
I had nothing to say in reply. I hung up and sulked in despair. I shouldn't have called him. It only made the night so much worse.
Tony found me then. Told me off for sulking and dragged me back to the wake. Apparently my absense had been noticed and Howard wanted a word. God the man's a bastard, but he's the greatest Prime Minister we've ever had, and I'll defend him to the death.
Loyalty is everything. I'm sorry, Kevin. Get out of my life forever.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusPolitics (ie RPF)
Starring: Kevin Rudd (ALP), Joe Hockey (LIB), Tony Abbott (LIB), John Howard (LIB), Peter Costello (LIB) even gets a mention
Pairings: implied past Kevin/Joe
Prompt: #9 – Always wondered what this'd be like
Word Count: 637
Rating: FRM - swearing
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: ALP = Australian Labor Party, traditionally left-wing party. LIB = Liberal Party, conservative right-wing party. Also, I wasn't intentionally trying to include the prompt verbatim in here, that's just how it wrote itself.
Summary: Post-2007 Election fallout angst. Hockey's POV.
Wounded Dogs
You get to a point in life where you think you're invincible. So when the agent of your impending doom appears out of nowhere, and it's you, it shakes you to your very foundations. We saw it coming, the defeat, but we prayed and hoped we'd scrape through. Denial is a contagious thing.
It's so hard to remain loyal to a leader who you know is going to be slaughtered and you can do nothing to stop him. You try and try to tell him he needs to leave, but they never do. Still, it kept Costello out of power, which I suppose we can all be grateful for.
I'll be brutally honest. Losing the election hurt. It hurt a lot. I always wondered what losing so badly would be like. I think this was the first election we had a real chance of losing. No one anticipated how popular you'd become, Kev. Everyone underestimated you, and you rode it perfectly. That's why we're now in Opposition.
I wanted so much to run to you that night and congratulate you for that stunning victory, but being in a room full of crying party faithful just bites into your heart. Everyone was hurting that night. I'd won my seat, and that was great, but we lost. We fucking lost.
I couldn't bear to listen to your victory speech. I went and hid. No one saw me crying. I didn't expect to feel so conflicted. My party was hurting, and yet I wanted to run into your arms more than anything else that night. I felt like a traitor. I wonder if you were thinking the same thing.
Everything changed that night. Howard was gone, the man who'd eventually split us apart. I felt free, as if the one thing keeping us apart was now gone and we were free to run to each other again. But I was in no mood to realise the conflict.
I started calling you so many times. It wasn't until after midnight when I could sneak away that I dared actually go through with it. I had no idea what would happen. Would you answer?
I was so shocked to hear your voice.
“Joe? That you, mate?”
“Yeah, yeah, it's me. Thought I'd call... Congrats on the win.”
“Thanks, Joe. That-that means a lot to me. Are you alright? You sound upset.”
“We just got annihilated. How do you think I'm feeling?”
“Sorry. The best man won, it seems. Did you – do you, I mean-”
“No, not right now. Please don't do this right now. Tonight, I cry for my party. That is where my loyalty lies.”
“As you wish.”
Christ, did you have to sound so apologetic and sweet? That was always what I loved about you. You just accepted me at my word. You're too innocent like that, Kevin. You need to grow some balls if you're going to survive.
“Joe?”
“Yeah?”
“I'm crying for you too.”
“Bullshit. Stop lying. You're fucking elated to have won. No way are you bothering with my pain. No one likes losing, Kevin.”
“Always wondered what this'd be like. Call me some day, will you, please?”
I took a breath and steadied my voice. “Sure. When I've had time to lick my wounds.”
“Goodnight, Joe. I'm sorry.”
I had nothing to say in reply. I hung up and sulked in despair. I shouldn't have called him. It only made the night so much worse.
Tony found me then. Told me off for sulking and dragged me back to the wake. Apparently my absense had been noticed and Howard wanted a word. God the man's a bastard, but he's the greatest Prime Minister we've ever had, and I'll defend him to the death.
Loyalty is everything. I'm sorry, Kevin. Get out of my life forever.
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Date: 2008-04-22 12:07 pm (UTC)“Sure. When I've had time to lick my wounds.”
When Hockey has had time to go get pissed at the pub? :P That would be amusing. I can see him showing up at Rudd's office one night when he's working late.
I think you got Hockey's voice very well in this one. Are you going to do Rudd's POV too?
And something I thought you might find amusing: one another friends blog, she observed that Rudd seems to where a lot of blue and yellow ties which makes him a Ravenpuff (or Huffleclaw. However you want to combine Ravewclaw/Hufflepuff). Ravenclaws are smart, which would be Rudd, and Hufflepuffs are loyal. :) Which of course applies to Rudd/Hockey!
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Date: 2008-04-22 12:15 pm (UTC)Yeah, something like that. :P Yeah, he turns up pissed and gets all emo!drunk on him. Aww. XD
I've got a table-full of Rudd/Hockey to write. I'm sure there'll be some Rudd POV here. They both tend to give me first person fics over anything else.
Aww, that is sweet, yes. XD Hockey's giving me another about loyalty as well, though it might end up being from Rudd's POV. We'll see.
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Date: 2008-04-25 04:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-25 04:43 am (UTC)