This be what it is
This is the drabble I wrote for my entry to win Misha's autograph. Mind you it's not beta'd and really looked over at all. So its rough.
Moira looked at her friend and sighed for the millionth time, or what felt like the millionth time. Might have only been a even ten or so, but it sure felt like a lot. Her friend, Jackie, was once again commenting on how weird Misha Collins was. Which to some extent was true, sure. Dude was weird. Got it.
But the way she said it made the inner fan girl Moira was want to come out and and growl defensively, and argue every valid point she could make. See, Jackie only came to the Supernatural VanCon because Moira had an extra ticket and didn't want it to go to waste. She had only really agreed to come because she wanted to meet Jensen Ackles, which okay, valid point in her favor. Who doesn't want to meet one half of the famed duo? Really? But Moira's heart lay with one Misha Collins.
“Who cares about Misha Collins? I mean seriously.” Jackie asked as her and Moira stood outside during a long break of trying to find their way through throngs of fan girls.
Moira flicked her smoke and watched as the ash got carried away on the breeze. “I do.” She told Jackie, firmly refusing to make eye contact, lest she use her purse to soundly smack her round the head. It was getting close.
“Oh come on really?” Jackie asked sneering. She took a drink of her coffee and looked at her friend who was staring off across the street from the hotel. Jackie looked too, but couldn't see what had her friend so engrossed.
Moira sighed. Again, and took another drag on her cigarette. She watched as pigeon landed across the street with several others and began trying to eat the chips out of a bag on the ground.
“Okay, Jacks, I love you, I really do.” She glanced at her friend. “But for the last time, I will tell you why I love him, okay? And then maybe you can ride your fan train in peace and let me ride mine to? Okay?” Moira said looking at Jackie, an almost maniac glint in her eye. She was getting tired of defending herself to her friend. She shouldn't have to, but she was pretty sure Jackie survived on angst and arguing.
“Okay, Misha Collins...hmm..” Moira said eyes going slitty as if trying to see something she really couldn't. Jackie watched unperturbed and ready to argue with her friend on everything, she had a reason Jensen Ackles was better for every one she had for Misha.
“When ever I am upset, when work is insane, or when,” Moira laughs outright, it isn't a happy laugh filled with mirth, it verges on the hysterical. “Or when I have to find a new place top live because mine caught fire and I lost everything.” Jackie winces, remembering. The only reason they actually could go to VanCon was Moira had called in and won the tickets. “All I have to do is go online and watch Misha at his panels.” Moira turned and gave Jackie a happy smile, a fond one. “That man has the ability to make me laugh hilariously or go awww at the drop of a hat.”
Jackie, checked her watch and saw she only had minutes to go before she had to get in line for the J2 panel. Moira wasn't going she had chosen to go to Misha's.
“As much as he seems like...” Moira started to say only to have Jackie lean forward and kiss her cheek.
“I'm off.” She said smiling excitedly. “J2 panel.” Jackie said giggling, grin splitting her face from ear to ear. Moira watched as Jackie ran inside to go to her panel. Sighing, Moira, walked over to a bench sitting in front of the hotel and sat, tucking her left leg under her. She placed her drink on the bench next her and put her smoke out, flicking the but into the trashcan she settled back to enjoy the silence, free from Jackie for at least and hour. She loved the girl she really did.
She had just let out a deep breath and leaning back closed her eyes when a shadow crossed over her face and stayed there.
She sat up slowly and opened her eyes. There standing before her was Misha Collins.
“Holy shit, didn't think I could fall asleep that fast.” Moira said grabbing her drink and taking the lid off she smelled the contents. “I think those bastards at Starbucks put something in my drink.” Moira said angrily as she crammed the lid back on her coffee.
Misha laughed. “Can I sit?” He asked, indicating the bench next to her. She nodded still debating on the fact there might have been something in the drink.
Misha settled comfortably next to her and turned so he facing her. “Can I ask why you think you are dreaming?” Moira looked up at him and saw the slight smile on his face and a twinkle in his blue eyes.
“Uh for the simple fact you're actually sitting her next to me talking.” Her voice said duh but her face was a little sad. Misha of course noticed it all.
“Nope, you're not dreaming.” He tilted his head as she watched him watching her.
“Oh, well then.” Moira said softly. “Huh.” She watched him and tried her damnedest to block the door her fan girl was currently trying to beat down.
“I must say, you're friend wasn't very nice to you.” He said taking a drink of bottle of water Moira now noticed her carried.
She laughed. “I love Jackie for many reasons, tact was never one of them.” Moira said smiling. “I won tickets to the Con and I didn't want to go by myself and she my only friend who watches SpN, so...” Misha's brows furrowed.
“SpN?” He asked.
Moira smiled. “Supernatural.”
“Ahhh, got it.” Misha said understanding. She nodded at him and they sat their in silence for a few minutes before she spoke.
“So exactly how much did you hear? Between Jacks and I.” Moira asked.
Misha grinned. “All of it.” Her eyes widened. “I never meant to, I just wanted some air. When I came outside and heard what sounded like a cat being stepped on.”
Moira burst out laughing holding her stomach with one arm. She tried catching her breath to talk. “Oh, shit, that's hilarious.” She wiped her eyes. “You're not the first person to compare Jacks to talking to a cat being tortured.” She chuckled some more as Misha laughed along with her.
She was just calming down when what he said next made her heart leap into her throat.
“So 'as much as I seem like' what?” He asked, face completely serious, except for the mischievous glint in his eyes.
Moira's eyes widened as she looked at him. She giggled nervously. Misha in response raised a brow and waited.
“Well,” Moira said looking anywhere but at him directly. “Most people think you're a bit rude, but then again people think I am too.” She chanced a glance at him and when he didn't look like he was pissed she continued. “We just don't let people push us around or take their bull shit. Or at least I try not to.” She looked at him and smiled. “You might have to teach me how to do that.” Misha smiled back as she went on.
“You are a helluva a nice man, I mean really. All the things you do for Random Acts, the fans, you're just nice. But you put off this air like you don't want people to know that.” She looked at him then completely serious. “I may not know you personally, but I know you're a good man.”
Misha smiled softly at her, trying not to blush. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem.” Moira took out a cigarette and lit it. “Besides all that, you don't take anyone's crap and you are one quirky ninja bastard.” She said lighting her smoke.
Misha had been drinking water when she said the last part and it came perilously close to coming out his nose. He laughed and wiped at his mouth with his hand.
“I need that on a shirt.” He said, capping his bottle still chuckling.
Moira laughed.
Moira looked at her friend and sighed for the millionth time, or what felt like the millionth time. Might have only been a even ten or so, but it sure felt like a lot. Her friend, Jackie, was once again commenting on how weird Misha Collins was. Which to some extent was true, sure. Dude was weird. Got it.
But the way she said it made the inner fan girl Moira was want to come out and and growl defensively, and argue every valid point she could make. See, Jackie only came to the Supernatural VanCon because Moira had an extra ticket and didn't want it to go to waste. She had only really agreed to come because she wanted to meet Jensen Ackles, which okay, valid point in her favor. Who doesn't want to meet one half of the famed duo? Really? But Moira's heart lay with one Misha Collins.
“Who cares about Misha Collins? I mean seriously.” Jackie asked as her and Moira stood outside during a long break of trying to find their way through throngs of fan girls.
Moira flicked her smoke and watched as the ash got carried away on the breeze. “I do.” She told Jackie, firmly refusing to make eye contact, lest she use her purse to soundly smack her round the head. It was getting close.
“Oh come on really?” Jackie asked sneering. She took a drink of her coffee and looked at her friend who was staring off across the street from the hotel. Jackie looked too, but couldn't see what had her friend so engrossed.
Moira sighed. Again, and took another drag on her cigarette. She watched as pigeon landed across the street with several others and began trying to eat the chips out of a bag on the ground.
“Okay, Jacks, I love you, I really do.” She glanced at her friend. “But for the last time, I will tell you why I love him, okay? And then maybe you can ride your fan train in peace and let me ride mine to? Okay?” Moira said looking at Jackie, an almost maniac glint in her eye. She was getting tired of defending herself to her friend. She shouldn't have to, but she was pretty sure Jackie survived on angst and arguing.
“Okay, Misha Collins...hmm..” Moira said eyes going slitty as if trying to see something she really couldn't. Jackie watched unperturbed and ready to argue with her friend on everything, she had a reason Jensen Ackles was better for every one she had for Misha.
“When ever I am upset, when work is insane, or when,” Moira laughs outright, it isn't a happy laugh filled with mirth, it verges on the hysterical. “Or when I have to find a new place top live because mine caught fire and I lost everything.” Jackie winces, remembering. The only reason they actually could go to VanCon was Moira had called in and won the tickets. “All I have to do is go online and watch Misha at his panels.” Moira turned and gave Jackie a happy smile, a fond one. “That man has the ability to make me laugh hilariously or go awww at the drop of a hat.”
Jackie, checked her watch and saw she only had minutes to go before she had to get in line for the J2 panel. Moira wasn't going she had chosen to go to Misha's.
“As much as he seems like...” Moira started to say only to have Jackie lean forward and kiss her cheek.
“I'm off.” She said smiling excitedly. “J2 panel.” Jackie said giggling, grin splitting her face from ear to ear. Moira watched as Jackie ran inside to go to her panel. Sighing, Moira, walked over to a bench sitting in front of the hotel and sat, tucking her left leg under her. She placed her drink on the bench next her and put her smoke out, flicking the but into the trashcan she settled back to enjoy the silence, free from Jackie for at least and hour. She loved the girl she really did.
She had just let out a deep breath and leaning back closed her eyes when a shadow crossed over her face and stayed there.
She sat up slowly and opened her eyes. There standing before her was Misha Collins.
“Holy shit, didn't think I could fall asleep that fast.” Moira said grabbing her drink and taking the lid off she smelled the contents. “I think those bastards at Starbucks put something in my drink.” Moira said angrily as she crammed the lid back on her coffee.
Misha laughed. “Can I sit?” He asked, indicating the bench next to her. She nodded still debating on the fact there might have been something in the drink.
Misha settled comfortably next to her and turned so he facing her. “Can I ask why you think you are dreaming?” Moira looked up at him and saw the slight smile on his face and a twinkle in his blue eyes.
“Uh for the simple fact you're actually sitting her next to me talking.” Her voice said duh but her face was a little sad. Misha of course noticed it all.
“Nope, you're not dreaming.” He tilted his head as she watched him watching her.
“Oh, well then.” Moira said softly. “Huh.” She watched him and tried her damnedest to block the door her fan girl was currently trying to beat down.
“I must say, you're friend wasn't very nice to you.” He said taking a drink of bottle of water Moira now noticed her carried.
She laughed. “I love Jackie for many reasons, tact was never one of them.” Moira said smiling. “I won tickets to the Con and I didn't want to go by myself and she my only friend who watches SpN, so...” Misha's brows furrowed.
“SpN?” He asked.
Moira smiled. “Supernatural.”
“Ahhh, got it.” Misha said understanding. She nodded at him and they sat their in silence for a few minutes before she spoke.
“So exactly how much did you hear? Between Jacks and I.” Moira asked.
Misha grinned. “All of it.” Her eyes widened. “I never meant to, I just wanted some air. When I came outside and heard what sounded like a cat being stepped on.”
Moira burst out laughing holding her stomach with one arm. She tried catching her breath to talk. “Oh, shit, that's hilarious.” She wiped her eyes. “You're not the first person to compare Jacks to talking to a cat being tortured.” She chuckled some more as Misha laughed along with her.
She was just calming down when what he said next made her heart leap into her throat.
“So 'as much as I seem like' what?” He asked, face completely serious, except for the mischievous glint in his eyes.
Moira's eyes widened as she looked at him. She giggled nervously. Misha in response raised a brow and waited.
“Well,” Moira said looking anywhere but at him directly. “Most people think you're a bit rude, but then again people think I am too.” She chanced a glance at him and when he didn't look like he was pissed she continued. “We just don't let people push us around or take their bull shit. Or at least I try not to.” She looked at him and smiled. “You might have to teach me how to do that.” Misha smiled back as she went on.
“You are a helluva a nice man, I mean really. All the things you do for Random Acts, the fans, you're just nice. But you put off this air like you don't want people to know that.” She looked at him then completely serious. “I may not know you personally, but I know you're a good man.”
Misha smiled softly at her, trying not to blush. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem.” Moira took out a cigarette and lit it. “Besides all that, you don't take anyone's crap and you are one quirky ninja bastard.” She said lighting her smoke.
Misha had been drinking water when she said the last part and it came perilously close to coming out his nose. He laughed and wiped at his mouth with his hand.
“I need that on a shirt.” He said, capping his bottle still chuckling.
Moira laughed.