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Fic: Fireworks
Title: Fireworks
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Wyatt and Adora
Rating: G
Summary: Wyatt and Adora are waiting for the ball to drop on New Year's Eve.
Warning: pre-series, AU. *Written for Round 34 of prompt-in-a-box. Round 24, Prompt: Start a story or script by repeating the name of the love of your life twice before anything else.; and charloft's Winter Bingo. Prompt: Fireworks.
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
"Wyatt! Wyatt, come on! You're gonna miss it," Adora called from the living room.
"I'm comin', I'm comin'!" Wyatt hollered from the kitchen. "Damnit!" Adora heard and made a face as she looked at the wall.
"What did you just do?" she yelled back, picturing something covering the floor of the tiny kitchen.
"Nothing! I'll clean it up!" Wyatt yelled back.
"Get in here! It's starting," Adora said as she turned back to the ancient television set. Pulling the blanket up, Adora hooked her arm around one of the couch pillows.
"I'm here," Wyatt said, watching the screen as he stepped around the end of the couch and held out the bowl of popcorn. Adora grabbed a few kernels as Wyatt sat down and put an arm around her.
"Oh, God," Adora gagged and leaned back as her eyes crossed. She leaned forward and grabbed the bottle of beer off the coffee table and took a generous swig. Blinking slowly, as she set the bottle back on its coaster, Adora turned to Wyatt.
"The, uh.. thingy.. broke," he mumbled, motioning the movement of a salt shaker. "I tried to transfer it to a different bowl. Shake it off."
Adora's eyes were watering from the massive salting on the popcorn, but she couldn't not laugh. "Most people shake salt onto the popcorn. Only you would shake it off." Wyatt simply stared at her and smirked, his eyes sparkling.
The sound of horns, bangs and yelling from outside, drew their attention back to the television. "Hrmm," Wyatt breathed and ran his thumb along Adora's shoulder. "We missed it."
Adora turned away from the screen and looked at Wyatt, who was smiling at her. "Well," she shrugged, "there's always next year, Mister Cain."
Wyatt's raised an eyebrow and reached for Adora's left hand. As his fingers glanced over the ring he'd placed on her finger on Christmas Eve, Wyatt smiled. "And, this time next year... you’ll be Missus Cain."
Adora's nose scrunched up as she smiled. "Happy New Year, Wyatt."
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Wyatt and Adora
Rating: G
Summary: Wyatt and Adora are waiting for the ball to drop on New Year's Eve.
Warning: pre-series, AU. *Written for Round 34 of prompt-in-a-box. Round 24, Prompt: Start a story or script by repeating the name of the love of your life twice before anything else.; and charloft's Winter Bingo. Prompt: Fireworks.
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
"Wyatt! Wyatt, come on! You're gonna miss it," Adora called from the living room.
"I'm comin', I'm comin'!" Wyatt hollered from the kitchen. "Damnit!" Adora heard and made a face as she looked at the wall.
"What did you just do?" she yelled back, picturing something covering the floor of the tiny kitchen.
"Nothing! I'll clean it up!" Wyatt yelled back.
"Get in here! It's starting," Adora said as she turned back to the ancient television set. Pulling the blanket up, Adora hooked her arm around one of the couch pillows.
"I'm here," Wyatt said, watching the screen as he stepped around the end of the couch and held out the bowl of popcorn. Adora grabbed a few kernels as Wyatt sat down and put an arm around her.
"Oh, God," Adora gagged and leaned back as her eyes crossed. She leaned forward and grabbed the bottle of beer off the coffee table and took a generous swig. Blinking slowly, as she set the bottle back on its coaster, Adora turned to Wyatt.
"The, uh.. thingy.. broke," he mumbled, motioning the movement of a salt shaker. "I tried to transfer it to a different bowl. Shake it off."
Adora's eyes were watering from the massive salting on the popcorn, but she couldn't not laugh. "Most people shake salt onto the popcorn. Only you would shake it off." Wyatt simply stared at her and smirked, his eyes sparkling.
The sound of horns, bangs and yelling from outside, drew their attention back to the television. "Hrmm," Wyatt breathed and ran his thumb along Adora's shoulder. "We missed it."
Adora turned away from the screen and looked at Wyatt, who was smiling at her. "Well," she shrugged, "there's always next year, Mister Cain."
Wyatt's raised an eyebrow and reached for Adora's left hand. As his fingers glanced over the ring he'd placed on her finger on Christmas Eve, Wyatt smiled. "And, this time next year... you’ll be Missus Cain."
Adora's nose scrunched up as she smiled. "Happy New Year, Wyatt."