Another silly fic
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lukon_ideinWell, I finally got something written. So frustated by my writer's block on my other stories. I think I'm putting too much pressure on myself to write them so they suddenly aren't fun anymore. Which just isn't right. Trowasex should be fun to write, right? On the hood of a police car, no less! (Subconsciously inspired by Giles and Buffy's mom? Perhaps...).
Anyway, went the wussy route and wrote a quickie one-off. It's better than nothing (but I still feel bad that I've left Heero, Duo and Trowa with raging hard-ons and nothing they can do to get rid of them.) Anyway, here's this week's distraction:
Title: Pros and Cons
Author: Lukoni
Characters/Pairings: Une, Sally, Duo; possible 3x11
Word Count: ca. 550
Summary: Commander Une considers possibilities for the future over lunch.
Rating: PG (for that vague ‘adult situations’ category mainly)
Warnings: Fluff. Another experiment in narrative-free dialog (I think I’m getting lazy in my old age), so possible confusion of speakers. Blatant crouton theft.
Notes: Post EW. Indulging in my one het guilty pleasure – 3x11. Woohoo! Submitted for GW500 challenge #144: Con. Feedback/Criticism/Typo notifications welcome. Thanks for reading!
Pros and Cons
“Pro: He’s really hot.”
“Con: He’s eight years younger than me.”
“Pro: He’s eight years younger than you. Pass the ketchup.”
“Con: I used to be his boss.”
“Pro: You used to be his boss.”
“Stop that. Salt.”
“You’ve got to learn to look on the bright side of things, Une. Really. You’re such a pessimist.”
“I’m a pragmatist.”
“So is he.”
“Con: He could lie to God and God would believe him.”
“Pro: He understands you.”
“That’s hardly a pro.”
“Coward.”
”Busybody.”
“Pro...”
“It’s still my turn. Con: He has identity issues.”
“I think there are some pot and kettle issues there...”
“Hardly!”
“No comment. Pro: acrobat sex.”
“Sally! “
“You know you’ve thought about it since the first day you saw him.”
“I was completely loyal to Treize back then.”
“That doesn’t mean you didn’t think about it at all – even just a little bit. Maybe even a nice little threeway with you, him and Treize?”
“O.... of course not.”
“Uh huh.”
“It would not have been professional.”
“Right.”
“Shut up, Po. Con: He’s a wanderer. He’ll never stay put long enough for a real relationship.”
“Pro: Did I mention acrobat sex?.... All right, all right. Pro: He’s good with animals and children.”
“How would you know that?”
“Wufei and I visited him backstage before that show we caught on L5 last Christmas. He was teaching the fortune teller’s daughter how to do cartwheels. It was really quite adorable.”
“Pffff. What, are you his press agent now?”
“Jealous?”
“Never. It’s impossible to envy someone who has to go home to that cranky bastard of yours every night.”
“Ouch. For that I’m not going to share my pie with you.”
“Fine. Whose turn is it?”
“Yours.”
“Con: Too much hair.”
“What’s wrong with my hair?”
“Not yours, Maxwell. Don’t sit.... Just keep your hands off my croutons.”
“Whose hair?”
“Trowa’s.”
“Sally....”
“And just why would you be talking about Mr. Barton’s hair?”
“He left a ticket for the circus on Une’s desk last night.”
“Oh he did, did he?”
“Croutons, Maxwell!”
“Yes, he did. After hours. No witnesses. Locked office. Nothing on the security cameras.”
“Ahhhhh, so that’s why Heero was so pissy this morning!!”
“It was an unacceptable security breach. We’re all getting too soft.”
“Speak for yourself. Gundam pilots never go soft! Sally will back me up on this one.”
“You wish.”
“So I take it this is being considered a romantic overture?”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Did he leave a note or a rose or a shell casing or anything?”
“Nope. Just the ticket.”
“So how do you know Trowa left it? It could have been...”
“I dusted it for prints.”
“Naturally.”
“One nice big thumb print. Dead center. Hands off my fries.”
“It was planted.”
“Exactly! That print clearly said ‘I want you to come to the circus and be my love slave.”
“Sally!! Ignore her, Maxwell. She’s overworked and about to be assigned mandatory leave.”
“So let me get this straight. He breaks into the highest security building in the city just to leave you an anonymous invite knowing you will immediately fingerprint it and trace it back to his virtually non-existent identity-free self? Which, of course, you do.”
“Yes.”
“Then there’s nothing to talk about. Clearly you two were made for each other.”
“You owe me croutons.”
“I’ll give you a whole box for your wedding.”
~fin~
Anyway, went the wussy route and wrote a quickie one-off. It's better than nothing (but I still feel bad that I've left Heero, Duo and Trowa with raging hard-ons and nothing they can do to get rid of them.) Anyway, here's this week's distraction:
Title: Pros and Cons
Author: Lukoni
Characters/Pairings: Une, Sally, Duo; possible 3x11
Word Count: ca. 550
Summary: Commander Une considers possibilities for the future over lunch.
Rating: PG (for that vague ‘adult situations’ category mainly)
Warnings: Fluff. Another experiment in narrative-free dialog (I think I’m getting lazy in my old age), so possible confusion of speakers. Blatant crouton theft.
Notes: Post EW. Indulging in my one het guilty pleasure – 3x11. Woohoo! Submitted for GW500 challenge #144: Con. Feedback/Criticism/Typo notifications welcome. Thanks for reading!
Pros and Cons
“Pro: He’s really hot.”
“Con: He’s eight years younger than me.”
“Pro: He’s eight years younger than you. Pass the ketchup.”
“Con: I used to be his boss.”
“Pro: You used to be his boss.”
“Stop that. Salt.”
“You’ve got to learn to look on the bright side of things, Une. Really. You’re such a pessimist.”
“I’m a pragmatist.”
“So is he.”
“Con: He could lie to God and God would believe him.”
“Pro: He understands you.”
“That’s hardly a pro.”
“Coward.”
”Busybody.”
“Pro...”
“It’s still my turn. Con: He has identity issues.”
“I think there are some pot and kettle issues there...”
“Hardly!”
“No comment. Pro: acrobat sex.”
“Sally! “
“You know you’ve thought about it since the first day you saw him.”
“I was completely loyal to Treize back then.”
“That doesn’t mean you didn’t think about it at all – even just a little bit. Maybe even a nice little threeway with you, him and Treize?”
“O.... of course not.”
“Uh huh.”
“It would not have been professional.”
“Right.”
“Shut up, Po. Con: He’s a wanderer. He’ll never stay put long enough for a real relationship.”
“Pro: Did I mention acrobat sex?.... All right, all right. Pro: He’s good with animals and children.”
“How would you know that?”
“Wufei and I visited him backstage before that show we caught on L5 last Christmas. He was teaching the fortune teller’s daughter how to do cartwheels. It was really quite adorable.”
“Pffff. What, are you his press agent now?”
“Jealous?”
“Never. It’s impossible to envy someone who has to go home to that cranky bastard of yours every night.”
“Ouch. For that I’m not going to share my pie with you.”
“Fine. Whose turn is it?”
“Yours.”
“Con: Too much hair.”
“What’s wrong with my hair?”
“Not yours, Maxwell. Don’t sit.... Just keep your hands off my croutons.”
“Whose hair?”
“Trowa’s.”
“Sally....”
“And just why would you be talking about Mr. Barton’s hair?”
“He left a ticket for the circus on Une’s desk last night.”
“Oh he did, did he?”
“Croutons, Maxwell!”
“Yes, he did. After hours. No witnesses. Locked office. Nothing on the security cameras.”
“Ahhhhh, so that’s why Heero was so pissy this morning!!”
“It was an unacceptable security breach. We’re all getting too soft.”
“Speak for yourself. Gundam pilots never go soft! Sally will back me up on this one.”
“You wish.”
“So I take it this is being considered a romantic overture?”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Did he leave a note or a rose or a shell casing or anything?”
“Nope. Just the ticket.”
“So how do you know Trowa left it? It could have been...”
“I dusted it for prints.”
“Naturally.”
“One nice big thumb print. Dead center. Hands off my fries.”
“It was planted.”
“Exactly! That print clearly said ‘I want you to come to the circus and be my love slave.”
“Sally!! Ignore her, Maxwell. She’s overworked and about to be assigned mandatory leave.”
“So let me get this straight. He breaks into the highest security building in the city just to leave you an anonymous invite knowing you will immediately fingerprint it and trace it back to his virtually non-existent identity-free self? Which, of course, you do.”
“Yes.”
“Then there’s nothing to talk about. Clearly you two were made for each other.”
“You owe me croutons.”
“I’ll give you a whole box for your wedding.”
~fin~
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on 2009-08-20 08:08 pm (UTC)Er, anyway... I also like fics that are dialogue-heavy like this -- at least when they're well done like this one is.
Also, omg Giles and Buffy's mom. I really liked that episode. So funny.