[Fic] One Week: Tuesday
Title: One Week: Tuesday
Author: duckgirlie & weatherfront
Team: ROMANCE
Prompt: Silence
Word count: ~900 (this part)
Summary: Eames needs to be more careful about where he leaves his notes.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Monday
The next morning, Arthur made it until nearly eleven before getting up for coffee. He probably would have gone up earlier, but he was waiting to see if Eames was going to drop off another note for Ariadne, and didn't want to end up in some awkward moment where Eames was trying to drop the note off without Arthur seeing it.
Not that Arthur didn't know that Eames was sending notes - he's pretty sure he'd know even if it hadn't accidentally found it's way into his cup - but Eames was probably trying not to be too noticeable.
After Eames had gotten his coffee, and Ariadne had gotten hers, Arthur finally stood up. After carefully filling the coffee maker to the exact marked level, he picked his cup up to add some sugar, and sighed.
There was a folded piece of paper in the bottom.
He fished it out and opened it - just in case Eames had let his penchant for archaic communication leak into job-related topics - but no...
It seems it's now my turn to confess that I was caught off guard. Your response was as pleasant as it was prompt-- pleasant, honestly, look at me go. The words I use. Pleasant-- for heaven's sake, it was absolutely delightful, I was absolutely delighted. I was ECSTATIC.
Arthur set his cup down on the table with more force then strictly necessary and folded the note up as small as he could get it. Instead of handing it over to Ariadne, he tossed it onto her desk as he walked past, not even bothering to make sure it landed where she could see it. If they were going to be relying on note passing of all things, then it was hardly his fault if communication went awry.
He did look up when he heard her chair scrape as she sat down - because he didn't want things going so badly it affected the job - and saw her glance across the room at Eames before bending over to read it. Arthur looked over at Eames to see if he was watching for her reaction, but he had his face buried in another text book.
He probably wouldn't have been able to see her anyway, his chair and desk were angled away from hers. If anything, he had a clear line of sight at Arthur. He probably didn't want too clear a view of Ariadne in case he got distracted looking at her.
He looked over at Ariadne again. She had pulled a pen out and was tapping it against her chin.
Ariadne read back over the note before she started writing her own.
It seems it's now my turn to confess that I was caught off guard. Your response was as pleasant as it was prompt-- pleasant, honestly, look at me go. The words I use. Pleasant-- for heaven's sake, it was absolutely delightful, I was absolutely delighted. I was ECSTATIC. Before I received your reply I was halfway considering clearing the hell out of work and fleeing the whole damn country, so convinced I was that you wouldn't take to my note too kindly. Distractingly exquisite as I find your hands, and despite my suspicion that I could probably take you in a physical tussle, your fist to my jaw wasn't a prospect I was looking forward to.
But you've surprised me in the best way possible. You've given me hope that you might allow me to make something of this, if I don't manage to muck it up somehow. Let's pray that I won't-- god, I won't.
She folded the reply carefully in half and slid it into Arthur's hand as he passed by.
"We're not in pre-school, you know."
"You're on your way over anyway."
This time, Arthur was nearly caught out, having only just deposited the note and turned back when Eames came up for his own coffee. He caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye and noticed a pleased smile spreading across his face when he found the note.
That was good, he supposed. Happy workers were better workers, and all that. And if this... thing, with Ariadne helped Eames concentrate through researching one of the most boring forge subjects they'd come across, then that was a good thing.
Good thing, yes.
Eames sat back at his desk and opened the note.
A curious sort of person you must think me, if you were convinced I would punch you for something as innocuous as that. I'm not in the habit of being physically violent with my co-workers just because they've confessed to certain more than professional feelings! Really, I should hope that no one would be. Though I have to warn you, I've been told before that I'm deceptively strong, so we'll just have to agree to settle this disagreement at a later date with an actual physical tussle.
In the meanwhile, I think your notes are the only interesting thing to come of this job so far. What a drag-- I'm sure you agree. I can't wait until we can wrap it up and move on, preferably to something a little less interminably, consummately, phenomenally BORING.
He tucked the note carefully into his wallet next to yesterday's. He'd write his reply after he'd finished today's research.
Wednesday
Author: duckgirlie & weatherfront
Team: ROMANCE
Prompt: Silence
Word count: ~900 (this part)
Summary: Eames needs to be more careful about where he leaves his notes.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Monday
The next morning, Arthur made it until nearly eleven before getting up for coffee. He probably would have gone up earlier, but he was waiting to see if Eames was going to drop off another note for Ariadne, and didn't want to end up in some awkward moment where Eames was trying to drop the note off without Arthur seeing it.
Not that Arthur didn't know that Eames was sending notes - he's pretty sure he'd know even if it hadn't accidentally found it's way into his cup - but Eames was probably trying not to be too noticeable.
After Eames had gotten his coffee, and Ariadne had gotten hers, Arthur finally stood up. After carefully filling the coffee maker to the exact marked level, he picked his cup up to add some sugar, and sighed.
There was a folded piece of paper in the bottom.
He fished it out and opened it - just in case Eames had let his penchant for archaic communication leak into job-related topics - but no...
It seems it's now my turn to confess that I was caught off guard. Your response was as pleasant as it was prompt-- pleasant, honestly, look at me go. The words I use. Pleasant-- for heaven's sake, it was absolutely delightful, I was absolutely delighted. I was ECSTATIC.
Arthur set his cup down on the table with more force then strictly necessary and folded the note up as small as he could get it. Instead of handing it over to Ariadne, he tossed it onto her desk as he walked past, not even bothering to make sure it landed where she could see it. If they were going to be relying on note passing of all things, then it was hardly his fault if communication went awry.
He did look up when he heard her chair scrape as she sat down - because he didn't want things going so badly it affected the job - and saw her glance across the room at Eames before bending over to read it. Arthur looked over at Eames to see if he was watching for her reaction, but he had his face buried in another text book.
He probably wouldn't have been able to see her anyway, his chair and desk were angled away from hers. If anything, he had a clear line of sight at Arthur. He probably didn't want too clear a view of Ariadne in case he got distracted looking at her.
He looked over at Ariadne again. She had pulled a pen out and was tapping it against her chin.
Ariadne read back over the note before she started writing her own.
It seems it's now my turn to confess that I was caught off guard. Your response was as pleasant as it was prompt-- pleasant, honestly, look at me go. The words I use. Pleasant-- for heaven's sake, it was absolutely delightful, I was absolutely delighted. I was ECSTATIC. Before I received your reply I was halfway considering clearing the hell out of work and fleeing the whole damn country, so convinced I was that you wouldn't take to my note too kindly. Distractingly exquisite as I find your hands, and despite my suspicion that I could probably take you in a physical tussle, your fist to my jaw wasn't a prospect I was looking forward to.
But you've surprised me in the best way possible. You've given me hope that you might allow me to make something of this, if I don't manage to muck it up somehow. Let's pray that I won't-- god, I won't.
She folded the reply carefully in half and slid it into Arthur's hand as he passed by.
"We're not in pre-school, you know."
"You're on your way over anyway."
This time, Arthur was nearly caught out, having only just deposited the note and turned back when Eames came up for his own coffee. He caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye and noticed a pleased smile spreading across his face when he found the note.
That was good, he supposed. Happy workers were better workers, and all that. And if this... thing, with Ariadne helped Eames concentrate through researching one of the most boring forge subjects they'd come across, then that was a good thing.
Good thing, yes.
Eames sat back at his desk and opened the note.
A curious sort of person you must think me, if you were convinced I would punch you for something as innocuous as that. I'm not in the habit of being physically violent with my co-workers just because they've confessed to certain more than professional feelings! Really, I should hope that no one would be. Though I have to warn you, I've been told before that I'm deceptively strong, so we'll just have to agree to settle this disagreement at a later date with an actual physical tussle.
In the meanwhile, I think your notes are the only interesting thing to come of this job so far. What a drag-- I'm sure you agree. I can't wait until we can wrap it up and move on, preferably to something a little less interminably, consummately, phenomenally BORING.
He tucked the note carefully into his wallet next to yesterday's. He'd write his reply after he'd finished today's research.
Wednesday