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04 January 2008 @ 11:59 pm
Cupid Fic: Cupid and Psyche  
Written for yuletide 2007
Crossposted to cupid_talk

Title: Cupid and Psyche
Pairing/Characters: Trevor/Claire
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Series
Summary: After two years of matchmaking Cupid reaches 99 couples with only one thing standing between him and home: Claire.
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

Other comments are housed at Yuletide.


The door to Champ and Trevor's apartment was ajar and Claire pushed it open tentatively. Stepping inside, the sound of her footsteps reverberated in the empty space. She glanced around, finally spotting Trevor standing with his back to her in the doorway to his bedroom.

"There you are."

"Congratulations. You found me."

Trevor's voice was flat, without his trademark cheerful snark.

Claire ventured a bit closer. "I got a strange voicemail message from you," she tossed out, trying and failing to keep things light. "It sounded an awful lot like goodbye. I went by Champ's bon voyage breakfast at Taggerty's, but Linda said it had been canceled. Champ had to do something before he got on the road to California." At Trevor's silence she continued, edging forward. "I was sorry to hear about Champ and Noelle breaking up. I know we disagreed about them being right for each other when they first got together, but I was still sad to hear it didn't work out between them."

"But it did." Trevor didn't look back at her, but he turned his head slightly to the side to direct his speech more to her. "I was up all night with him and I managed to help him see the error of his ways. It took a while to get him to understand Noelle's point of view. He has to move to Hollywood for his big break, sure, but asking her to move with him? Pick up stakes, leave her family and friends behind just to shack up with some guy who can't commit? What woman is going to say yes to that?"


"So I helped him realize what he really wanted - what they both wanted. First thing this morning he went and spent some of the advance money his new agent sent him on a ring. My job was to get Noelle to the footbridge in the Shakespeare garden, strewn with a few handfuls of flower petals - which I got in a bit of trouble for since it seems the gardeners frown on people absconding with their prized petunias. I watched him propose to her about a half hour ago."

"They're getting married?" Claire said, with a tinge of awe.

"She said yes."

"That's wonderful!" Claire's smile faded as she drew close enough to see that Trevor's room was also barren of furniture. "Wait, where's all your stuff? Champ said you were keeping the apartment."

"Only as long as I needed it and I don't need it anymore."

Claire's confusion turned to shock when she saw the string of beads hanging by the window. All were moved to one side save a single bead resting alone at the opposite end.

"You... You were cured," she stammered. "You recovered from the Cupid delusion ages ago. You got rid of the beads. You're just Trevor Hale - you said so yourself. Not Cupid, not the god of love, not immortal... That's how you got out of my care, that's why you're not my patient anymore. But you lied. You're still keeping score, trying to get your one hundred couples, aren't you?"

"I've got them," Trevor said, pointing to the beads. "When Champ and Noelle got engaged that made them couple number 99. One couple left to get together and I can finally go home. Hell, for all I know the guy and the girl I introduced in the coffee shop line this morning are somewhere working off their post-cappuccino caffeine rush in bed so I can get my wings back - figuratively speaking. Not sure why all those painters and sculptors tried to make me some sort of freakish cherub. Hey at least some of them got the bow and arrow right, huh?" His words were humorous, but his tone held no mirth. He let out a long breath before speaking again. "I couldn't risk Frechette locking me up," he said quietly. "If he did that I'd never get home, so yes, I lied. I pretended. I said whatever your cronies at the hospital wanted to hear to leave me alone."

"You've been matching up couples all this time behind my back," Claire said slowly.

Trevor smirked. "Try right in front of you. How do you think all your singles group regulars got hooked up?"

"Oh, I'd say they used my theories based on a Ph.D. and years of experience," Claire retorted.

"Try my millennia of expertise." He walked over to the string of beads and tapped a few of them. "Mike and Elaine, Nick and Suzie, Laurence and Katerina... Even your assistant Jackie. Hell, about the only person I didn't pair up was Linda, but that's only because she's in denial that she's a lesbian. I can hook her up with as many men as she wants, but that train's never going to reach its destination if you get my drift."

"Trevor, you did not arrange Jackie's..."

"She just told you she met him at a charity midnight bowling event because I made her swear not to tell you I was involved."

"She lied to me?"

"No, they actually did meet during a charity midnight bowling event - it's just that I made sure they met."

Claire threw up her hands. "I should have my license revoked for letting you snow me all this time! Here I was believing you were cured and patting myself on the back for a job well done."

"Were you patting yourself on the back or was your publisher?" Trevor said coolly.

"What does my publisher have to do with this?"

Trevor finally turned to face her, his features contorted into a scowl. "I saw the manuscript! I went by your office and found it under a pad of paper on your desk. 'The Search for Cupid by Dr. Claire Allen' - a scholarly treatise on the exploits of one poor mentally ill Trevor Hale, saddled with the delusion that he is the god of love! Two years, twelve days and..." He glanced at his watch. "I guess that would be twenty seven hours now..."

"That would make thirteen days."

"I'm a god! I can count!" Trevor shouted. "Two years, thirteen days and three hours I've been stuck here and I thought in all that time you'd actually come to care about me. But I was wrong! I was just fodder for a future bestseller! I'm just research material to you!"

"Trevor, it's not like that," Claire tried to interject.

"Of course not!" he cried, voice heavy with sarcasm. "That's why you solicited my input on the book over the last two years, so you could fully understand my unique point of view on relationships. Oh wait, you didn't." He turned his back on her again. "I wonder if I would have found out about the book when you went on Oprah or when someone stopped me on the street asking if I was still a nut job..."

"Yes, I wrote a book about you without permission and I'm sorry!" Claire's voice cut through Trevor's angry mumblings. "But it will never be published. Anywhere. Ever."

Trevor turned and looked at her warily. "So you say now."

"I never signed a contract with my publisher for it," she explained. "I only let them see a first draft of the first chapter - nothing else - and it was a very different book back then. No one's seen the rest. Not Jackie, not my editor - not anyone but me. And well, I guess while I was in the restroom, you."

Trevor crossed his arms over his chest. "Why would you write a book you could never publish?"

Claire shrugged weakly. "I meant to publish it at first, but once I got to know you? I couldn't do that to you. I pulled the manuscript and gave my publisher back the advance money. But I found I didn't want to stop writing. You're an enigma, Trevor. The more I discovered the more I wanted to know." An awkward pause left Claire staring at the floor. "I wanted to tell you," she said apologetically, "but I couldn’t find a way to say it without it sounding like a betrayal."

"Maybe because it is a betrayal."

Claire bit her lip. "I am sorry, Trevor. I never meant to hurt you. Not after all you've done for me. You were there for me when Alex and I broke up, you were there for me when my father died and when I got out of the hospital you helped me feel safe again, more than any therapy ever could." She crossed the room to stand before him, tugging on his tightly crossed arms until he let them fall to his sides. "And after all that you were just going to leave me with only a voicemail?"

Trevor frowned, a pained expression on his face. "I'm not good with things ending," he said carefully. "Five thousand years of immortality... It didn't prepare me at all to live like a human being. Life is so hard down here. There's so much pain and sadness... People get hurt, they die..." He reached out and laid his hand lightly against her waist, running a thumb over a spot just above her waistband.

"I didn't die," Claire said reassuringly. "All that's left is that scar and a bad memory."

"I'm pretty sure even shrinks who didn't get stabbed by an obsessed fan would call it something more clinical than a bad memory," Trevor groused. "I hate mortality and all the trappings. I want to go home, live forever, forget about all the grief and worry that you humans have to endure. Hell, even my character died on Spinning the Loop."

"Your character was fictional," Claire reminded him. "And real life is filled with joy as well as tragedy."

"Joy, plenty of joy," Trevor said nodding. "Everyone I know is busy joyfully getting married and pushing out fat babies, so my work here is done. Nothing left to stay for."

"What about me?" Claire asked.

"What about you?" Trevor responded. "I should give up immortality, stick around just because of a woman who never believed in me?"

"Who never believed in you?" Claire put her hands on her hips, indignant. "I put my professional career on the line when I met you just to keep you out of an institution. I stood up for you when Frechette wanted to put you away - both times. I even bailed you out of jail. I stood by you even when you were delusional, which I guess now is the whole time I've known you, so even though I never believed you were Cupid that doesn't mean I wasn't there for you..."


"I won't even go into all the ways I had to stand up for you with my co-workers..."


"Forget co-workers, how about average strangers on the street! The times I..."

"Claire, will you just shut up and listen for once!" Trevor interrupted, grabbing her by the arms. "Please! For the love of, well, me - let me get a word in!"

"Okay," Claire agreed meekly, slightly cowed by Trevor's unusual forcefulness.

"I never," he stressed, "needed you to believe in me as a god." He halted, having trouble getting the words out. "I needed for you to believe in me as a man."

Speechless, Claire just stared at him before impulsively throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Trevor wrapped his arms around her as well and they stood in silence for a moment holding each other close.

"I do," she whispered into his ear. "I do believe in you. I'm just sorry I never let myself admit it."

He pulled back enough to face her, searching her eyes, the energy between their bodies palpable. They gravitated towards each other, breath mingling until they both moved in at once, closing the distance between them.

Their kiss was passionate longing finally fulfilled, a spark ignited, a flame flaring then settling into a warmth that infused them both.

When the kiss ended, they remained in each other's arms, silently steadying themselves after the heady experience.

"Trevor..." Claire pointed to the beads. "Look..."

The 100th bead had moved over.

"About time."

Claire turned around at the sound of a new voice appearing unexpectedly behind her.

A tall bike messenger with glossy black curls beneath his cap and a bag slung over his shoulder stood at the entrance to the bedroom.

"Hermes! Man, are you a sight for sore eyes!" Trevor glanced at his garb, taking in the wing logos on his athletic shoes and hat. "Nice camouflage job."

"Had to blend in," Hermes said with a relaxed grin. He gestured to the beads. "I had to come adjust the beads each time you matched up a couple. That's a hundred visits. I bet you're the only one who wanted this over more than I did." He nodded his head in greeting at Claire. "The lovely Psyche. You're even prettier than the oracles said you'd be."

Trevor and Claire both spoke at once, their voices overlapping.

"What did you call me? Did he just call me what I thought he called me? This is a joke, right? He's just a bike messenger."

"No, no. Psyche was a myth. There never was a Psyche. And even though yeah Claire's a psychologist, she's not Psyche."

Hermes laughed. "You two really were meant for each other."

"What are you talking about?" Trevor blurted out.

Hermes pointed to the beads. "Who do you think was the hundredth couple?" Trevor and Claire stared first at each other then at Hermes. "The oracles saw this all coming. Zeus was ready to toss your lazy ass out centuries ago, but because of their prophesy he waited until Psyche was born so you two could meet. I mean, who better for the god of love than a woman who devoted her whole life to the study of love?"

"Me?" Claire exclaimed.

"Oracles don't lie." Hermes stated. "They may be obtuse and often frustratingly vague, but they don't lie. Eros had to come to this time and this place."

"Oh, great." Claire shook her head in dismay. "Two delusional people for the price of one."

"Wait, this was prophesied?" Trevor glared at Hermes. "I had a prophesy and no one told me?"

Hermes just chuckled. "You'll get over it. Come on you two, there's a chariot waiting. Dionysus has got a hell of a bacchanal planned for your welcome home party, but then I'm sure it will pale in comparison to your eventual wedding party."

He turned to walk away, but both Trevor and Claire called after him.


They looked at each other then Trevor put up a hand so she would let him speak first.

"Do you mean I can have Claire and my immortality - powers back, free unlimited pass to Mount Olympus and everything?"

"Yes. By order of Zeus. Plus, if your mother approves, Claire will be granted immortality as well. Frankly, some of us think she deserves it already for putting up with you, but that might be more that we're hoping she'll keep you in line from now on."

Claire let out a bark of a laugh as Trevor gaped.

"Claire... Immortal..." He blinked. "Oh, I've fallen asleep after being up all night and this is just one way too happy dream."

"I'm with you," Claire piped up. "I'm still in bed dreaming."

Hermes reached over and pinched them both hard.

"Ouch!" Claire rubbed her arm, wincing.

"I am awake," Trevor said in wonder.

"Is it possible for someone to dream being pinched?" Claire pondered.

Trevor grabbed Claire and kissed her abruptly, startling her.

"I finally get to go home!" he said excitedly. "Come with me!"

"I can't leave Chicago just like that!" she protested. "I've got an apartment and my mother..."

Trevor rolled his eyes as he laughed. "Claire, I never said you couldn't come back! I'm a freaking god! I think I can arrange transportation. Besides, it'll take a while to convince my mother and you definitely will want to get to know the relatives in small doses. For now, come to Mount Olympus for the party. That will prove to you who I really am."

"And that I'm not dreaming - even though I'm sure that I am?"

"And that you're not dreaming," Trevor assured her. He turned to Hermes. "Lead the way!"

Hermes headed out of the bedroom and Trevor followed, excitedly pulling Claire with him by the hand. Before they made it out of the apartment though, Trevor stopped and ran back into the bedroom, returning with the beads in his arms.

"Why would you want to keep those?" Claire asked.

"As a reminder to not screw up again."

"I thought it was my job to make sure that doesn't happen, Eros." Claire smiled slyly, stressing the final word.

"That's going to be a full time job, Psyche," Trevor tossed back, a huge grin splitting his face. "You up for it?"

"Ask me when I'm awake."

"You are awake."

"Not according to me."

"How about according to a god?"

"You're only a god in my dreams."

"Oh, how long have I waited to hear you say that..."

Hermes stood just outside the apartment door in the hallway and let out a sigh of impatience.

"The oracles said you two would bicker."

Their heads both turned in unison to glare at Hermes for interrupting them.

"We're talking here," Claire said haughtily. "Do you think you can give us a minute? I mean being immortal and all what's a minute to you?"

Hermes grabbed them both by the arm and dragged them protesting from the apartment.

"Chariot now, millennia of arguing later..."

♥ ♥ ♥
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 5th, 2008 08:41 am (UTC)
Confession Part 1

New fandom!

(Is there an echo and narcissus in here? /grins/)

Yes, another ancient fandom revived! Ironically Brimstone and Cupid were aired the same year about a decade ago, so it's appropriate that I debut fic for them both at the same time now.

This fic was written for recipient seawench as part of the 2007 Yuletide challenge.

The request was for Trevor/Claire, the end of the series (as it might have been had it not been prematurely canceled) including a resolution between them. I had read somewhere that show creator Rob Thomas had planned for the 100th couple to *be* Trevor and Claire so I considered that creator canon I could use for the fic. Note that Cupid might be coming to a TV screen near you (if the WGA strike ends in time) as there is talk of making a new version of the Cupid series after 10 years. /mind boggles/

The title - and idea for the premise - came from a 1985 Scritti Politti album: Cupid and Psyche 85. (Go check them out! Seriously, I mean it!) That Claire is a psychologist was too perfect a fit for the Cupid and Psyche myth. Add to that Trevor's insistence that Psyche never existed and you've got a recipe that only an oracle could have cooked up. Hehehe

This fic ties up the loose end of the book (from the first episode) as part of its resolution. Trevor already felt betrayed by her telling Alex about his mental health history, so he'd have been outraged at the idea that she wrote a book about him in secret - using him when all along he'd thought she stayed around him because he meant something more than research material to her.

It was important that he no longer be in her care though since Claire would not allow herself to get that close to a patient. Trevor might have obeyed the imperative of 'no shagging the livestock', but otherwise his emotions for her would have been unfettered by conscience.

I liked that he lied because of Frechette. He was a major threat in canon so I could see him coming back for a second close call - this time too close for Trevor's comfort. If it had been just he and Claire I think she would have put up with him and he would have trusted her, but Frechette? /shudder/

Even though the show normally has a light feel with the banter and all I wanted some angst for this finale, some gravitas. (They did manage some really sad parts in a show known for 'gay banter'. /winks at slashwife/) Technically the show is a drama, though it's more a dramedy, but it's one hour long ergo not a comedy. I wanted there to be some conflict to resolve before the happy ending and the betrayal of Trevor finding out about the book made for a good adversarial conversation. I also gave author Claire a wound from a crazed stalker, a bad breakup (which we all saw coming) and the death of her father (one less tie to earth, making it easier for her to leave).

Please read Confession Part 2 for more random comments on the fic. (It's a brand new fandom, so I couldn't seem to shut up. Mea culpa!)

Cupid fans might want to check out my Bones fic and my Criminal Minds fic. I honed my chops for banter by writing Bones and Booth (hello Hart Hanson ex-writer for Cupid!) and Morgan and Garcia. Conversely, Bones and CM fans should keep an eye out for future Cupid fic! It's all a banter love fest! ;-)

Greetings to everyone who came to my LJ from cupid_talk. I was happy to find there's a comm for Cupid and I hope an infusion of fic will help garner some new fans for the fandom. I hope to have more for you soon.

So seawench, thank you for the great prompt! It was one of my goals to write Cupid for Yuletide and I was thrilled for it to be a story that I had long wanted to write anyway. I hope my resolution satisfied for you what the original show could not.

Very special thanks to beta melissima for her assistance with this fic.


Emma DeMarais
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 5th, 2008 08:44 am (UTC)
Confession Part 2
Some random comments about the fic...

I know the big question of the series was whether Trevor really was a god or not. I went with yes, but I also wrote the fic in such a way that nothing truly supernatural happens save the beads moving. (Which is in canon so I'm good.) I mean Hermes is dressed as a bike messenger and reveals no powers at all.

As part of the resolution, I gave Champ a big break, a fiancée and an exit from the show as he moves out West. I even made him couple number 99 to boot. (A conceit, I know, but a nice one.)

I gave Trevor an acting job - more death echoes and a reason for him to do more than just tend bar at Taggerty's. Bonus, a place to hook up couples away from Claire's watchful eye. AFAIK there is no show called Spinning the Loop. It's just a play on Chicago's famous Loop mixed with As the World Turns. (Which, if what I'm told is true, now has boykissing? Go soaps! Finally waking up to how the world *really* turns!)

The bit about Linda being in denial of being gay? It seemed about the only way Trevor could avoid hooking someone that close to him up.

Favorite line? "Please! For the love of, well, me - let me get a word in!" Hee! I look forward to writing less angsty banter in this fandom in the future, but I really liked that bit.

Most worrisome part: "I never," he stressed, "needed you to believe in me as a god." He halted, having trouble getting the words out. "I needed for you to believe in me as a man." It's the crux of the whole thing, but I wasn't sure if people would buy it. It implies that she never gave him a chance even as Trevor, that he needed to be loved for who he was inside - his qualities - not as a god or not god. Her response means she did, even if she didn't let on to anyone - mostly to herself.

A tall bike messenger with glossy black curls beneath his cap and a bag slung over his shoulder stood at the entrance to the bedroom. Why am I getting a visual of Bernard on this? /giggles along with Numb3rs fans/

I am *endlessly* amused by the fact that somehow I wrote Hermes references into *two* Yuletide fic. (Okay it's a big stretch in the second, but if you want the inside scoop on it read tomorrow's Confession post.) He's not a favorite of mine in the pantheon, but he was the perfect choice to be the liaison between Trevor on earth and Mount Olympus. He's the fleet footed one so it made sense that he could run into a room, move a bead and be out before anyone saw him. (Yeah, that's not the only way to move a bead when you're a god, but I liked it.) /smiles/

In another interesting fic reference, the story of Cupid and Psyche in Wikipedia links to a fairy tale called East of the Sun West of the Moon. It just so happens that I rewrote that tale for the Numb3rs fandom. Muse willing, the rewrites should be done and the fic posted later this month. /crosses fingers/

For further reading I heartily suggest D'Aulaires' Book of Greek Myths. It's where I fell in love with the topic as a child and the illustrations are magnificent. Apollo and Daphne! /sigh/ Seeing her turn into a tree meant so much more than just reading about it. Such gorgeous drawings. /loves/
riverotter1951: red valentineriverotter1951 on January 5th, 2008 02:53 pm (UTC)
Bravo. This is marvelous but then I always loved the what happened after the cameras stopped rolling.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on January 31st, 2008 11:14 pm (UTC)
Thank you. This show was canceled *way* too soon, but at least the TPTB are trying to make up for it somewhat by ordering a new version of Cupid which I hope will be out in 2009 or so.

It just won't be the same without The Piven. /sigh/
fredbassettfredbassett on January 5th, 2008 03:02 pm (UTC)
Oooh, myth!fic ....... great!!

Don't know the fandom, but I love Greek myths, so that was all I really needed to enjoy this. Hermes as a biker? Brilliant. Some great lines in here, but "I'm a God, I can count!" made me laugh a lot.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on January 31st, 2008 11:17 pm (UTC)
If you enjoy good M/F banter? Then I heartily recommend Cupid. One of the main writers went on to create Bones which is also a good banter show.

IMHO Cupid has the best banter since Moonlighting - rapid fire, perfectly timed verbal jousts between a man and a woman with palpable UST. Funnier than the X Files and way more banter than on that show.

Only 15 episodes... You know. In case your strike TV runs out or after Primeval finishes up its tiny little run. ;-)
fredbassettfredbassett on February 1st, 2008 08:55 am (UTC)
Thanks, I'll check it out!
Jestana: DW: Eighth Doctorjestana on January 5th, 2008 03:27 pm (UTC)
The main reason I read this fic was the fact that it has to do with Cupid and Psyche. That's my favorite Greek myth. I'd never even heard of the TV show before reading this, but you included enough backstory that I didn't feel lost. I like how you depicted Hermes. It's perfectly logical that he would be the one to move the beads. He's the messenger god and all. Good job!
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on January 31st, 2008 11:26 pm (UTC)
I always liked Cupid and Psyche myself. I'm more of a Daphne and Apollo girl, but this was a perennial favorite. They even mention the Psyche myth in the pilot episode. (She tries to quiz him on mythology which he nails, amused and annoyed, but when she gets to Cupid's wife Psyche he's all huh? That never happened.)

And yeah, the messenger god had to be the one making all the house calls. ;-) I just really liked him as a bike messenger. Great undercover in Chicago! Hehehe

Thanks for taking a chance and reading! I hope someday you give the show a shot too.
Jestana: Jestana [art by pipix]jestana on February 1st, 2008 02:19 pm (UTC)
Apollo didn't have much luck when it came to love, did he? *grin* Ah, got it. *smirk*

I don't live in Chicago, so I can't say for sure. Still, it fit the persona you gave Hermes.

You're welcome! I hope to see the show, too. It sounds interesting.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 4th, 2008 10:23 pm (UTC)
Apollo's exploits provided soap opera level entertainment centuries before TV. ;-)

I've lived in a big city and known bike messengers. That look is familiar to me, though I seem to picture the Vanity Fair journalist from Numb3rs as the bike messenger since he looks like one I knew of previously.

_godoflove - Join. ;-)
Jestana: CSI: Gil and Sarajestana on February 5th, 2008 02:58 am (UTC)
*snicker* Yes. We discussed that in my mythology class last semester. Was very amusing.

I live in a smaller city, so not a familiar sight. *giggle* I remember him.

I've asked to join. Have to wait to be approved.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 5th, 2008 03:09 am (UTC)
Well, once you see it you can check out the other comm, which is where I posted my fic. It's a tiny fandom so it's rather an all purpose comm.
Jestana: CSI: Nick and Gregjestana on February 5th, 2008 07:06 am (UTC)
*nods* I'll be looking forward to it.
Valerie: OMFGYAY!!!galadrielriver on January 5th, 2008 07:31 pm (UTC)

I had totally forgotten about this show!!

It amused me while it was on (hello, Jeremy Piven!)and I am so glad you wrote this. It was cute and funny.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on January 31st, 2008 11:28 pm (UTC)
Yay! Someone else who's seen the show!

The Piven! Gah! He was so well cast in this. It was amazing.

/misses it/

Thanks for reading!