TITLE: Sometimes, You Just Need A Friend
AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: [email protected]
SUMMARY: A very cheesy fic where Carrie tries to deal with losing Aiden
SPOILER: Slight end of this season...sort of between parts of episodes, if that makes sense. As usual, I took liberties...that's what makes fanfic fun
RATING: TV-G! First and probably only time you'll see those words on something SATC related!
DISTRIBUTION: Fanfiction.net under Goddess Isa
DISCLAIMER: I forget who owns SATC besides Darren Starr, but they're not me :)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: My first and possibly last SATC fic. Don't even ask where this came from. It's bad, but here it is.
3/11/02
"Hello?" Big sounded as though he'd been sleeping. It was four in the afternoon.
"The toilet's still broke," Carrie announced.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"And Aiden's still gone."
"He's gone?!" Carrie was surprised by his surprise.
"Gone."
"With who?"
"With no one!" she shouted, frustrated. "He's just...he's gone and I'm not...I am sitting on my bathroom floor in yellow rubber gloves in my house-cleaning tee shirt."
After a brief noise that could be considered a snicker, Big said, "You don't clean house."
"I know."
"Then why do you have a house-cleaning shirt?"
"It's a very special tee shirt," was her answer.
Grinning and lighting a cigar, Big asked, "Do you want to come over?"
"Why else would I be calling you with rubber gloves and tube socks on?"
"I thought maybe you were trying out life as Samantha."
"Ooh, no. Shoot me if I ever get that desperate."
*****
Several hours, and several bottles of wine and dirty martinis later, Carrie woke up in bed beside Big. He was snoring, loudly, but he was fully clothed.
Fully! Clothed!
Carrie was about to really panic until she realized that she too was fully clothed.
"Whew," Carrie sighed, then she covered her mouth when Big started to move around in his bed.
After covering him with an afghan, Carrie carefully strapped on her Jimmy Choos and tiptoed out of Big's apartment. She stuck her tongue out at the black cat that crossed her path and headed home.
The sun was peeking over the clouds, and Carrie stopped for a minute to stare at the wonder that is New York City at six a.m.
When she grew tired and hungry, she took herself home and had a good cry in the shower, threw up in her broken toilet, and put a Band-Aid on her ring finger. Oddly enough, it felt utterly naked.
*****
Later, when she told Miranda about her 'night with Big', she was surprised that Carrie and Big didn't sleep together. Sipping the drink she'd just made, Carrie said, "Sometimes, you just need a friend."
AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: [email protected]
SUMMARY: A very cheesy fic where Carrie tries to deal with losing Aiden
SPOILER: Slight end of this season...sort of between parts of episodes, if that makes sense. As usual, I took liberties...that's what makes fanfic fun
RATING: TV-G! First and probably only time you'll see those words on something SATC related!
DISTRIBUTION: Fanfiction.net under Goddess Isa
DISCLAIMER: I forget who owns SATC besides Darren Starr, but they're not me :)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: My first and possibly last SATC fic. Don't even ask where this came from. It's bad, but here it is.
3/11/02
"Hello?" Big sounded as though he'd been sleeping. It was four in the afternoon.
"The toilet's still broke," Carrie announced.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"And Aiden's still gone."
"He's gone?!" Carrie was surprised by his surprise.
"Gone."
"With who?"
"With no one!" she shouted, frustrated. "He's just...he's gone and I'm not...I am sitting on my bathroom floor in yellow rubber gloves in my house-cleaning tee shirt."
After a brief noise that could be considered a snicker, Big said, "You don't clean house."
"I know."
"Then why do you have a house-cleaning shirt?"
"It's a very special tee shirt," was her answer.
Grinning and lighting a cigar, Big asked, "Do you want to come over?"
"Why else would I be calling you with rubber gloves and tube socks on?"
"I thought maybe you were trying out life as Samantha."
"Ooh, no. Shoot me if I ever get that desperate."
*****
Several hours, and several bottles of wine and dirty martinis later, Carrie woke up in bed beside Big. He was snoring, loudly, but he was fully clothed.
Fully! Clothed!
Carrie was about to really panic until she realized that she too was fully clothed.
"Whew," Carrie sighed, then she covered her mouth when Big started to move around in his bed.
After covering him with an afghan, Carrie carefully strapped on her Jimmy Choos and tiptoed out of Big's apartment. She stuck her tongue out at the black cat that crossed her path and headed home.
The sun was peeking over the clouds, and Carrie stopped for a minute to stare at the wonder that is New York City at six a.m.
When she grew tired and hungry, she took herself home and had a good cry in the shower, threw up in her broken toilet, and put a Band-Aid on her ring finger. Oddly enough, it felt utterly naked.
*****
Later, when she told Miranda about her 'night with Big', she was surprised that Carrie and Big didn't sleep together. Sipping the drink she'd just made, Carrie said, "Sometimes, you just need a friend."