FAKE Ficlet: Faraway Look
Title: Faraway Look
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo is supposed to be working, but his attention is elsewhere.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Challenge 243: Daydream at anythingdrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters.
Usually when they were at work, Ryo was all focused and diligent, busily working away at the paperwork that came with the job, filling in forms, or tapping away at his computer, poring over autopsy reports, evidence lists, or talking on the phone, running down leads. There was a reason Dee teasingly called his lover a worker ant; Ryo was a borderline workaholic who hated having nothing to do, preferring to feel he was earning his wages instead of wasting valuable time, not to mention taxpayers’ money.
Dee was of a slightly different opinion; as important as their work undoubtedly was, the way he saw it, there was nothing to be gained by working themselves into the ground and risking burnout, so he preferred to pace himself and take the occasional ten-minute power nap. It helped him stay fresh and alert through a long shift.
Today though, coming back from the men’s room where he’d splashed cold water on his face and up his arms to cool off a little, he found Ryo sitting at his desk, tie off, shirtsleeves rolled up, one elbow resting on the scarred wooden desktop, his chin propped on the heel of his hand. He was staring towards the window, where the antiquated air-conditioning unit was rattling and clanking as it tried to keep the temperature in the squad room at a bearable level, but his eyes were unfocused. From the look of things, he must have been sitting like that for at least ten minutes because the screensaver was running on his laptop. He didn’t even stir when Dee dropped into the chair across from him.
“Hey, you okay there, bud?” When speaking to his partner got no response, Dee screwed up a page from his notebook, tossing it so it rebounded off Ryo’s temple.
Ryo shot upright, swivelling his chair to face Dee, eyes wide and startled. “Dee! I didn’t hear you come back!”
“Yeah, I noticed. Looked like you’d zoned out; heat gettin’ to ya?”
“Maybe a little, must be nearly ninety in here.” Ryo smiled, shaking his head. “I’m fine, I was just…” He trailed off, woke his computer back up, and focused on the screen.
“You were just what?” Dee leaned forward across his desk. “Enquirin’ minds wanna know.”
A light flush that had nothing to do with the heat colored Ryo’s cheeks. “I was imagining I was on a deserted beach, miles from anywhere, sipping a cold drink and wondering whether to go for a swim.”
Dee’s grin widened. “You were daydreamin’! At work, no less!” Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have sounded quite so jubilant about his partner’s uncharacteristic lapse in professionalism, but it proved that Ryo was just as human as the next guy.
“Shut up.” Ryo glared across at Dee before returning his attention to his computer screen. “I’ve got work to do, and so do you.”
“’Kay, fine, just answer me one question: was I on that beach with ya?”
Ryo ducked his head. “Yes.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo is supposed to be working, but his attention is elsewhere.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Challenge 243: Daydream at anythingdrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters.
Usually when they were at work, Ryo was all focused and diligent, busily working away at the paperwork that came with the job, filling in forms, or tapping away at his computer, poring over autopsy reports, evidence lists, or talking on the phone, running down leads. There was a reason Dee teasingly called his lover a worker ant; Ryo was a borderline workaholic who hated having nothing to do, preferring to feel he was earning his wages instead of wasting valuable time, not to mention taxpayers’ money.
Dee was of a slightly different opinion; as important as their work undoubtedly was, the way he saw it, there was nothing to be gained by working themselves into the ground and risking burnout, so he preferred to pace himself and take the occasional ten-minute power nap. It helped him stay fresh and alert through a long shift.
Today though, coming back from the men’s room where he’d splashed cold water on his face and up his arms to cool off a little, he found Ryo sitting at his desk, tie off, shirtsleeves rolled up, one elbow resting on the scarred wooden desktop, his chin propped on the heel of his hand. He was staring towards the window, where the antiquated air-conditioning unit was rattling and clanking as it tried to keep the temperature in the squad room at a bearable level, but his eyes were unfocused. From the look of things, he must have been sitting like that for at least ten minutes because the screensaver was running on his laptop. He didn’t even stir when Dee dropped into the chair across from him.
“Hey, you okay there, bud?” When speaking to his partner got no response, Dee screwed up a page from his notebook, tossing it so it rebounded off Ryo’s temple.
Ryo shot upright, swivelling his chair to face Dee, eyes wide and startled. “Dee! I didn’t hear you come back!”
“Yeah, I noticed. Looked like you’d zoned out; heat gettin’ to ya?”
“Maybe a little, must be nearly ninety in here.” Ryo smiled, shaking his head. “I’m fine, I was just…” He trailed off, woke his computer back up, and focused on the screen.
“You were just what?” Dee leaned forward across his desk. “Enquirin’ minds wanna know.”
A light flush that had nothing to do with the heat colored Ryo’s cheeks. “I was imagining I was on a deserted beach, miles from anywhere, sipping a cold drink and wondering whether to go for a swim.”
Dee’s grin widened. “You were daydreamin’! At work, no less!” Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have sounded quite so jubilant about his partner’s uncharacteristic lapse in professionalism, but it proved that Ryo was just as human as the next guy.
“Shut up.” Ryo glared across at Dee before returning his attention to his computer screen. “I’ve got work to do, and so do you.”
“’Kay, fine, just answer me one question: was I on that beach with ya?”
Ryo ducked his head. “Yes.”
The End