Misfits fic: This One Time

Title: This One Time
Author: sarah531
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual assault, talk about rape
Summary: Kelly discovers a nasty truth about Simon.
A/n: Okay, that scene in 1×04 where Kelly’s unconcious in the nightclub and Simon comes along and almost puts his hand up her skirt? I really don’t like that scene, at all. So I wrote this. It has no real resolution.

This One Time

“There’s a bird down my road who’s like telepathic or summat,” Rudy said.

“Why’s that then?” said Alisha, who was rubbing graffiti off a wall.

“Cos she, like, saw all my past sexual encounters, without me tellin’ her. Every time I’d ever put it in, or thought about putting it in, she could tell me where it was and who it was with and all the shit. It was weird, man.”

“Sounds interesting,” said Curtis, uninterested.

“Yeah,” said Rudy. “She’s also goin’ out with me. Since yesterday night. She is fucking fantastic in the sack.”

“S’pose you would be,” Alisha said, wiping her hands on her trousers, “if you were like, seeing other people having sex all the time.”

“Sounds fucking creepy,” said Kelly.

“Yeah, she ain’t into it either. The seein’ shit, I mean.”

“Get Seth to help her out then,” Kelly said, looking at him like he was an idiot. “E’ll take it off her.”

“The power to see other people’s sex lives is pretty rubbish,” said Simon.

“Bring ‘er over,” Kelly said. “I’ll call Seth.”

*

Rudy’s girlfriend was called Lucy. She was bubbly but nervous.

“Fuckin’ hell, I never knew there was some guy who could sort it out for me.”

“It’s alright, yeah?” Kelly said. “Seth’s helped us with loads of shit. He’s my boyfriend.”

“Cool,” said Lucy.

The two girls looked around the room. The others were crowded around the vending machine getting chocolate and crisps.

“I don’t like it,” Lucy said. “Seeing people’s sex lives, it’s like being a fuckin’ peepin tom or something. But I can’t control it at all, I can see what all of them other guys have been up to.” She turned her head away as if that might help. “Fuck it.”

“Can you see me?” Kelly asked. “Cos it’s fuckin weird, yeah, I had sex with a monkey. ‘Cept he was human at the time.”

“I can see him, yeah,” Lucy said. “He were a bit of all right for a monkey.”

“Yeah.” Kelly said.

She drummed her fingers on the windowsill. Simon and Alisha were kissing, as they frequently did when one of them was leaving the room, even for a minute. Kelly saw Lucy staring at them. “Yeah, them two are always at it. You can see it, right?”

“Um,” said Lucy.

“What? What’re you seeing? Weird kinky shit?”

“That guy, the pale guy, he went and tried to feel you up once when you were unconcious.”

Kelly paused while it sank in. “He did fucking what?”

“Before you actually properly met. It were in a nightclub. You were passed out drunk and he came along and tried to put his hand up your skirt.” Simon clearly felt the intensity of Lucy’s stare, because he turned around, stricken.

“Simon did fucking what?” Kelly said loudly, causing Rudy and Curtis to turn around too.

“He didn’t actually touch anything,” Lucy said, still staring at Simon, “but he wanted to. He would’ve done, too, if you hadn’t looked like you were comin’ round.”

“Fuck!”

“I…” Simon stared around in bewilderment. “I…I didn’t do anything!”

“Did you see a girl passed out in a nightclub?” Kelly shouted. “Did you think it were alright to touch her up ‘cos she was drunk?”

“I-”

“You molested someone?” Curtis said harshly.

“He tried to fucking molest me!” Kelly spat, and then, just as Alisha came back into the room, Kelly lunged for Simon and punched him in the face. Then she ran away. Both Lucy and Curtis tore after her, and Alisha ran to her boyfriend-

“Simon! What the fuck’s going on?”

“Turns out he tried to put the willies up Kelly,” Rudy said, helping Simon to his feet, “when she was out of it, this one time.”

“What?” Alisha asked. “What?” She stared at Simon. “That true?”

Rudy, in a rare act of sensitivity, moved away. Alisha grabbed Simon’s shirt- she was surprisingly strong- and pushed him. “Sorry, is someone saying my boyfriend touched up my best friend? Is that actually what they’re saying?”

“Um,” said Simon.

*

Kelly sat in the girl’s changing rooms. Lucy put her hand on her arm, gingerly. “You alright?”

“I can’t believe he fucking did that,” Kelly said bitterly. “We were mates. I always stuck up for him.”

Curtis stood in the doorway, uncomfortable.

“I never saw nothing like that before, someone gettin’ raped or whatever,” Lucy said. She paused. “‘Less I did and I just didn’t notice.”

“That’s not rape,” Curtis said. “That’s sexual abuse but not rape.”

“Oh, what the fuck would you know?”

I’ve been raped, or nearly raped,” Curtis said. “By a bloke and by a girl.” Kelly looked at him, but uncharacteristically said nothing.

“How the fuck you manage that?” Lucy asked.

“What d’ya mean, how the fuck I manage that? I didn’t do anything.”

“He can turn into a woman and all,” Kelly finally said.

“For real?” Lucy said. “Let’s see.”

“No!”

“Go on!”

“Would you two shut the fuck up!” Kelly yelled. Rudy wandered into the room as the shout tailed off, shrugged and turned around again. Curtis grabbed him and pulled him back into the room. “Where’s Simon?”

“‘E’s having a very intense conversation with his girlfriend.”

“How intense?”

“Is she dumping him?” Lucy demanded.

Curtis left the room.

*

Simon stared at the girl he loved more than anything. “I did do it. There was this girl at a nightclub, it was a long time ago…I’m sorry.”

“How long ago?” Alisha demanded.

“About…I can’t remember. Before community service. Actually, it was the same night I set fire to that boy’s house.” He looked away glumly. “It was a bad night for me.”

“Don’t imagine it was a great one for her either.”

“I’m sorry. I’m honestly sorry. I…I don’t have an excuse.”

“Well, at least you admitted it,” Alisha said, and she paced across the room in agitation, looking older than her twenty-one years. “Did you ever think about it? What you almost did? Tell me you thought about it, Simon.”

“I was grateful I hadn’t done it. All the time. I did…I did think about it.”

“And you never did it to anyone else?”

Simon looked on the verge of tears, but Alisha was standing firm. “Simon?” she demanded.

“I used to turn invisible in the girl’s changing rooms, and watch you and Kelly. I was only interested in you, though,” he added pathetically.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

Simon stared at the ground while Alisha paced. “Please don’t leave me,” he finally said in a whimper. “I was a bad person, but you made me good, you made me better.”

Alisha folded her arms. “You never told me about any of this.”

“I was ashamed. I was so ashamed.”

Someone cleared his throat and Alisha turned around to see Curtis standing behind her. “Look at us fucking lot,” he said. “None of us are ever gonna have an adult relationship.”

“Curtis,” Alisha said, “not now.”

“You did rape me, you know,” Curtis told her. “I mean, I didn’t want to shag you but you made me, that’s rape. And I do forgive you and everything. I just can’t believe how fucked up everything is. Like when I was a woman it seemed like everyone fucking wanted to rape me.”

“I’m sorry, all right?” Alisha said. “I told you I was sorry.”

“I know, yeah?”

A incredibly awkward and saddened silence desended.

“I’m thinking something now,” Alisha said to Simon, “and this is the only chance you get. If you’re not thinking the same thing I’m going to dump you, right here, alright?”

Simon swallowed and looked terrified. “Is it, I should apologize to Kelly?”

“Yes,” Alisha said. “It is.”

*

Lucy had gone, and Rudy had gone with her. Kelly and Curtis sat quietly in the locker room, waiting for some kind of resolution.

Alisha walked in, Simon beside her. Everyone was quiet, til Kelly said, “Alright?”

“Alright?” Alisha responded in kind.

Simon stepped forward. “Kelly? I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I should never have done that to you, or to anyone.”

“Fucking right you shouldn’t.”

“I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I’m sorry, really sorry. And I’ll never do it again.”

“He really fucking won’t,” Alisha said. “Where’s Lucy?”

“Seth came by and picked her up,” Kelly said. “He wants to fucking rip your cock off, too, Simon.”

Simon just nodded.

“I ain’t gonna be your friend no more,” Kelly said to him. “Not like before.”

“That’s okay,” Simon said. He stared intently at the ground, and then suddenly offered his hand. Kelly stared at it in disbelief.

“Simon,” Alisha said, “Kelly ain’t gonna shake your hand.”

Kelly surprised them by getting up and pulling Simon into a sort of hug. Their surprise was short-lived, though, because she then spoke directly into his ear: “If you ever do that to another bird, yeah, I’ll rip yer fucking balls out and stick one of them up yer arse and the other one in a fucking photo frame in a fucking gall’ry with a label sayin’ ‘this guy is a fucking filthy perv.'” She let him go.

Simon nodded.

“Come on,” Alisha said. She took his hand, but then Curtis spoke.

“Simon? You had better fucking be worthy of Alisha’s faith in you, alright?”

Simon nodded. He exited the room with Alisha, and didn’t see Curtis turn into a woman again. Kelly did, though.

“Alright?” Kelly asked her, wearily.

“Alright?” Curtis responded. It was a question, not an answer. They both sat there in thought for a long, long time.