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perpetual_motion) wrote2004-10-08 02:31 pm
perpetual_motion) wrote2004-10-08 02:31 pm
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Wee stories!
Quiet Office+Absent Boss=1 Drabble and 4 wee ficlets for your enjoyment.
In the Field-Warrick/Greg
He’s worn-out. His hands are shaking, as they tend to do now when he’s exhausted.
Greg stares at his tremors. Stupid fucking explosion. He stops himself before he can wallow and looks at the crime scene in front of him. His hands may shake after thirty-two straight hours of work, but it’s *scene* work, and he’ll take the occasional tremors with the new assignment.
Warrick comes up beside Greg. “Let’s get out of here, man.”
Greg wants to argue, but when Warrick wraps a hand around his own and tugs lightly, Greg finds that his stubbornness only goes so far.
*
A Brief Conversation-Josh/Kenny
Joey’s hands were flying so fast that Josh couldn’t keep up. He shook his head at her, but she was so engrossed in telling him *something*, that she was paying no attention. He reached out and closed his hands over her fingers. If he had to guess, he’d say she’d just finished signing something about a kitten.
“Slow down.” He spoke straight to her face so that she could read his lips clearly. She rolled her eyes and he rolled his right back. “I can’t understand you when you talk this fast.” He saw the spark in her eyes that let him know she was pleased that he referred to it as ‘talking’. He was pretty sure he’d never live down ‘crazy finger puppets’, but she had stopped mentioning it every time they saw each other. She slid her fingers free from his grip, took a deep breath, and started signing again. Josh watched very carefully and stopped her every few words to make sure he had it.
“Kenny?”
She nodded. Signed a little more.
“He’s going to be on vacation next week?”
She nodded again.
“Do you need us to find you another interpreter?”
She signed ‘no’. Her face went from showing how informative she was to how much fun she was about to have. She couldn’t hear Josh’s stutter when she signed, but she saw it, and she grinned at her discovery.
Josh shook his head, signed ‘no’. “I don’t know where you got your in-“ He shut up as she signed the letter ‘k’, and then pointed it at Josh. That was the sign for Kenny. Kenny ratted them out. Josh took a deep breath and raised his eyebrows at Joey. He pointed at her, then finger-spelled ‘ok’. His face let her know it was a question.
Joey blew air out of the bottom of her mouth so that it ruffled her hairline. It’s her symbol for ‘I’m okay’. She smiled at Josh, then signed again with the grin on her face.
His mouth dropped open, and he pointed her towards the door. “I’m not answering that. Get out.” He was smiling a little.
She walked out backwards, her hands throwing out one more message. ‘Have a nice vacation’.
*
The Women-Joe/Dex [mentioned Frankie/Polly]
“I just don’t understand how he could-“ Polly cut off with a small hiccup. “Excuse me.”
Frankie shrugged. “I don’t understand how you didn’t see it coming. A flying ace is a flying ace. They use it to their advantage.”
“You mean for sex.” Polly blushed a little at using the word. It wasn’t something she said out loud very often. It wasn’t polite.
“I mean for fucking.” Frankie smiled a little at the small cringe Polly gave at her language. The woman was a reporter, she followed Joe around like a particularly stupid puppy, and how she hadn’t desensitized herself from the all the ‘naughty’ words, Frankie didn’t know. “Joe likes variety in his life. That variety includes women.”
“How many?”
Frankie shrugged. “I was always a little to preoccupied to demand a head count.” She watched Polly take another drink from her nearly-empty bottle of whiskey. “Dex may know. Joe’s always confided more in him than anyone.”
“Dex?” Polly looked around the room. She and Frankie were alone. “Where is Dex?”
Frankie glanced at the clock. It was just after midnight. Dex would be curled up in Joe’s bunk, if she didn’t miss her guess. And she never missed her guess. “Sleeping, I’m sure. You could talk to him tomorrow.”
“I think I will.” Polly suddenly went ashy pale and hiccupped again. “Oh, dear.”
“Head’s just down the hall.” Frankie pointed towards the door and watched Polly bolt as quickly as her unsteady, drunken legs could carry her.
~But they’re lovely legs. Shame the rest of her isn’t nearly as interesting.~ Frankie smiled to herself as she stood up and stretched. ~Not that lack of interesting conversation has ever stopped me before.~ She headed toward the door that Polly had just run through. She couldn’t understand why Joe was always the one who got to have fun with the pretty ones.
*
A State of Normalcy-No pairing
When he came back he didn’t knock on the door. He still had his key to the house, and he used it without even thinking about it. He let himself in and stood in the middle of the entryway without saying anything.
Sandy was the first to see him. He stopped in his tracks and just stared at Ryan. “Hey.”
Ryan gave a slight inclination of his head in greeting. He stared at Sandy for a few seconds. “It’s not mine.” He dropped his bag to the floor, and it landed with a muffled thud. He sat down beside it and pulled his knees up to his chest. “It’s not my kid.” He watched Sandy watch him with an even look that gave nothing away.
Sandy took a step forward, paused, then took a step back. “I’m going to go get Kirsten and Seth, okay?” He said it like he was talking to a whipped dog that didn’t know who to trust.
“Fine.” Ryan switched his gaze from Sandy to the floor. The tile was different than he remembered. He wondered if Kirsten had planned to change it or if the upheaval he’d caused had brought it about. It was nice tile. It looked nothing like the cheap vinyl tile that Ryan had stared at when Teresa had finally admitted that the baby she was carrying wasn’t his. He heard footsteps and turned his head to see Kirsten and Seth hurrying into the entryway. He was a little surprised when Kirsten dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled him into a hug.
“Oh, Ryan.” Her voice was soft, sad, just like a mom’s voice should be. Ryan wondered if Teresa’s voice would ever sound like that. He let Kirsten hug him until she let go. It felt nice to be hugged.
Seth stood outside the semi-circle of his parents and Ryan and just waited until Ryan saw him. He gave the best grin he could under the circumstances. “Hey, man.”
“Hey.” Ryan unfolded himself from the floor and its new tile and took the three steps to Seth. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Seth’s smile became a little more real. “Give me the dirt. How’d she tell you? Did you burn down a house in frustration or did you steal a car?”
Ryan’s not surprised when Sandy and Kirsten don’t stop Seth from asking such ridiculous questions. It’s a point of normalcy in the house, and he’s been wanting it as much as they have. “Nothing’s smoking. Nothing’s stolen.”
“So you say.” Seth grinned and grabbed Ryan in a hug. “And I don’t care how she told you. I’m glad your back. Even if she’s a lying bi-“
“Seth.” Kirsten’s voice held a quick warning.
“I was totally going to say ‘big fat liar’.” Seth pulled away from Ryan and grinned at him. “Wasn’t I?”
Ryan finally smiled. “You totally were.”
*
Untitled-Ron/Draco
Looking back, Ron can’t really say where the whole thing started. Well, that’s not entirely true. He knows where it started, and he knows when. He just doesn’t know when it elevated from hard, angry sex to an actual relationship. He glances at Draco as they stand outside the Burrow and knows from the way his expression is completely blank and that he doesn’t know either. He reaches down and grabs Draco’s hand. “I warned them, you know.”
“Warning them and showing them cause different reactions, Weasley.”
“Don’t call me that.” Ron isn’t especially mad or upset. When Draco gets nervous or scared he resorts back to the easiest part of his relationship with Ron, the time when they supposedly despised each other. Ron can’t get mad at him because he slips and calls Draco ‘Malfoy’ when he gets especially jittery.
Draco stares at the Burrow and wonders when the hell he became the kind of guy that went home with someone for the holidays. He thinks it may have been around the time that his father was killed by Snape. He’s still not sure if he should thank the man or curse him within an inch of his life. He feels Ron’s fingers sliding across the back of his hand and works to steel himself. “If I run out of there screaming, I’m not a coward. Those misfits you call a family could make a Dementor run like hell.”
Ron shrugs. “They’re not so bad once you throw a silencing charm around them.” He feels Draco’s hand relax in his just a little and cheers silently for his victory. “And besides, the twins are under strict orders not to be overly horrible to you.”
“What about Percy?”
“Percy’s just not allowed to talk.” Ron gives Draco’s hand a slight squeeze. “Ready?”
Draco clenches his stomach. “Give me a minute.” He licks his lips and throws his head back in the arrogant fashion that he hasn’t learned to become unaccustomed to. He stares at the Burrow again like it’s going to suddenly lift up from the ground and fall on top of him. “Okay. Let’s go.”
Hand-in-hand they march towards the door, and Draco is glad that Ron doesn’t let go even when Mrs. Weasley pulls him into a hug he wasn’t expecting.
*
And I have discovered, as I fight iwth the lj tags, that putting them into the Word document then pasting them with the rest of the text apparently fucks them up. Take note.
And a ficcy good time was had by all.
In the Field-Warrick/Greg
He’s worn-out. His hands are shaking, as they tend to do now when he’s exhausted.
Greg stares at his tremors. Stupid fucking explosion. He stops himself before he can wallow and looks at the crime scene in front of him. His hands may shake after thirty-two straight hours of work, but it’s *scene* work, and he’ll take the occasional tremors with the new assignment.
Warrick comes up beside Greg. “Let’s get out of here, man.”
Greg wants to argue, but when Warrick wraps a hand around his own and tugs lightly, Greg finds that his stubbornness only goes so far.
*
A Brief Conversation-Josh/Kenny
Joey’s hands were flying so fast that Josh couldn’t keep up. He shook his head at her, but she was so engrossed in telling him *something*, that she was paying no attention. He reached out and closed his hands over her fingers. If he had to guess, he’d say she’d just finished signing something about a kitten.
“Slow down.” He spoke straight to her face so that she could read his lips clearly. She rolled her eyes and he rolled his right back. “I can’t understand you when you talk this fast.” He saw the spark in her eyes that let him know she was pleased that he referred to it as ‘talking’. He was pretty sure he’d never live down ‘crazy finger puppets’, but she had stopped mentioning it every time they saw each other. She slid her fingers free from his grip, took a deep breath, and started signing again. Josh watched very carefully and stopped her every few words to make sure he had it.
“Kenny?”
She nodded. Signed a little more.
“He’s going to be on vacation next week?”
She nodded again.
“Do you need us to find you another interpreter?”
She signed ‘no’. Her face went from showing how informative she was to how much fun she was about to have. She couldn’t hear Josh’s stutter when she signed, but she saw it, and she grinned at her discovery.
Josh shook his head, signed ‘no’. “I don’t know where you got your in-“ He shut up as she signed the letter ‘k’, and then pointed it at Josh. That was the sign for Kenny. Kenny ratted them out. Josh took a deep breath and raised his eyebrows at Joey. He pointed at her, then finger-spelled ‘ok’. His face let her know it was a question.
Joey blew air out of the bottom of her mouth so that it ruffled her hairline. It’s her symbol for ‘I’m okay’. She smiled at Josh, then signed again with the grin on her face.
His mouth dropped open, and he pointed her towards the door. “I’m not answering that. Get out.” He was smiling a little.
She walked out backwards, her hands throwing out one more message. ‘Have a nice vacation’.
*
The Women-Joe/Dex [mentioned Frankie/Polly]
“I just don’t understand how he could-“ Polly cut off with a small hiccup. “Excuse me.”
Frankie shrugged. “I don’t understand how you didn’t see it coming. A flying ace is a flying ace. They use it to their advantage.”
“You mean for sex.” Polly blushed a little at using the word. It wasn’t something she said out loud very often. It wasn’t polite.
“I mean for fucking.” Frankie smiled a little at the small cringe Polly gave at her language. The woman was a reporter, she followed Joe around like a particularly stupid puppy, and how she hadn’t desensitized herself from the all the ‘naughty’ words, Frankie didn’t know. “Joe likes variety in his life. That variety includes women.”
“How many?”
Frankie shrugged. “I was always a little to preoccupied to demand a head count.” She watched Polly take another drink from her nearly-empty bottle of whiskey. “Dex may know. Joe’s always confided more in him than anyone.”
“Dex?” Polly looked around the room. She and Frankie were alone. “Where is Dex?”
Frankie glanced at the clock. It was just after midnight. Dex would be curled up in Joe’s bunk, if she didn’t miss her guess. And she never missed her guess. “Sleeping, I’m sure. You could talk to him tomorrow.”
“I think I will.” Polly suddenly went ashy pale and hiccupped again. “Oh, dear.”
“Head’s just down the hall.” Frankie pointed towards the door and watched Polly bolt as quickly as her unsteady, drunken legs could carry her.
~But they’re lovely legs. Shame the rest of her isn’t nearly as interesting.~ Frankie smiled to herself as she stood up and stretched. ~Not that lack of interesting conversation has ever stopped me before.~ She headed toward the door that Polly had just run through. She couldn’t understand why Joe was always the one who got to have fun with the pretty ones.
*
A State of Normalcy-No pairing
When he came back he didn’t knock on the door. He still had his key to the house, and he used it without even thinking about it. He let himself in and stood in the middle of the entryway without saying anything.
Sandy was the first to see him. He stopped in his tracks and just stared at Ryan. “Hey.”
Ryan gave a slight inclination of his head in greeting. He stared at Sandy for a few seconds. “It’s not mine.” He dropped his bag to the floor, and it landed with a muffled thud. He sat down beside it and pulled his knees up to his chest. “It’s not my kid.” He watched Sandy watch him with an even look that gave nothing away.
Sandy took a step forward, paused, then took a step back. “I’m going to go get Kirsten and Seth, okay?” He said it like he was talking to a whipped dog that didn’t know who to trust.
“Fine.” Ryan switched his gaze from Sandy to the floor. The tile was different than he remembered. He wondered if Kirsten had planned to change it or if the upheaval he’d caused had brought it about. It was nice tile. It looked nothing like the cheap vinyl tile that Ryan had stared at when Teresa had finally admitted that the baby she was carrying wasn’t his. He heard footsteps and turned his head to see Kirsten and Seth hurrying into the entryway. He was a little surprised when Kirsten dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled him into a hug.
“Oh, Ryan.” Her voice was soft, sad, just like a mom’s voice should be. Ryan wondered if Teresa’s voice would ever sound like that. He let Kirsten hug him until she let go. It felt nice to be hugged.
Seth stood outside the semi-circle of his parents and Ryan and just waited until Ryan saw him. He gave the best grin he could under the circumstances. “Hey, man.”
“Hey.” Ryan unfolded himself from the floor and its new tile and took the three steps to Seth. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Seth’s smile became a little more real. “Give me the dirt. How’d she tell you? Did you burn down a house in frustration or did you steal a car?”
Ryan’s not surprised when Sandy and Kirsten don’t stop Seth from asking such ridiculous questions. It’s a point of normalcy in the house, and he’s been wanting it as much as they have. “Nothing’s smoking. Nothing’s stolen.”
“So you say.” Seth grinned and grabbed Ryan in a hug. “And I don’t care how she told you. I’m glad your back. Even if she’s a lying bi-“
“Seth.” Kirsten’s voice held a quick warning.
“I was totally going to say ‘big fat liar’.” Seth pulled away from Ryan and grinned at him. “Wasn’t I?”
Ryan finally smiled. “You totally were.”
*
Untitled-Ron/Draco
Looking back, Ron can’t really say where the whole thing started. Well, that’s not entirely true. He knows where it started, and he knows when. He just doesn’t know when it elevated from hard, angry sex to an actual relationship. He glances at Draco as they stand outside the Burrow and knows from the way his expression is completely blank and that he doesn’t know either. He reaches down and grabs Draco’s hand. “I warned them, you know.”
“Warning them and showing them cause different reactions, Weasley.”
“Don’t call me that.” Ron isn’t especially mad or upset. When Draco gets nervous or scared he resorts back to the easiest part of his relationship with Ron, the time when they supposedly despised each other. Ron can’t get mad at him because he slips and calls Draco ‘Malfoy’ when he gets especially jittery.
Draco stares at the Burrow and wonders when the hell he became the kind of guy that went home with someone for the holidays. He thinks it may have been around the time that his father was killed by Snape. He’s still not sure if he should thank the man or curse him within an inch of his life. He feels Ron’s fingers sliding across the back of his hand and works to steel himself. “If I run out of there screaming, I’m not a coward. Those misfits you call a family could make a Dementor run like hell.”
Ron shrugs. “They’re not so bad once you throw a silencing charm around them.” He feels Draco’s hand relax in his just a little and cheers silently for his victory. “And besides, the twins are under strict orders not to be overly horrible to you.”
“What about Percy?”
“Percy’s just not allowed to talk.” Ron gives Draco’s hand a slight squeeze. “Ready?”
Draco clenches his stomach. “Give me a minute.” He licks his lips and throws his head back in the arrogant fashion that he hasn’t learned to become unaccustomed to. He stares at the Burrow again like it’s going to suddenly lift up from the ground and fall on top of him. “Okay. Let’s go.”
Hand-in-hand they march towards the door, and Draco is glad that Ron doesn’t let go even when Mrs. Weasley pulls him into a hug he wasn’t expecting.
*
And I have discovered, as I fight iwth the lj tags, that putting them into the Word document then pasting them with the rest of the text apparently fucks them up. Take note.
And a ficcy good time was had by all.