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Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a fic ( Read more... )
“Oh, don’t be silly, Carolyn, everything will be fine. I love animals.”
Carolyn scowled and switched the dog from one arm to the other. “Douglas, I’m being serious now. Arthur and I will be gone for three days, and if anything happens to my baby before I get back, you will find yourself deeply regretting it.”
“Carolyn, I promise you, I will do nothing to endanger your precious pooch’s safety.”
The lines in Carolyn’s face became more pronounced as her scowl deepened and she handed the dog over. “You’d better not, Douglas.”
“Absolutely not.” Douglas swore. “Goodbye now, Carolyn.”
Shutting the door in Carolyn’s face, Douglas waited until he saw the car drive away through the small pane of glass at the top of the door, then he dropped the dog to the floor and picked up his phone. Punching in a number, he waited for three rings before Martin picked up.
“Hello?”
“She just left, so come and get the dog.”
“Oh, why can’t you watch it?”
“Because, Martin, I despise animals and you owe me.” Douglas reminded him pointedly.
“But I owe you for a lot of things,” Martin whined. “Why can’t I pay you back some other way?”
“Martin, we had a deal. Now get into your van, drive over here, and get this dog. I’ll call you in three days to drop it off before Carolyn gets back.”
On the other end of the phone, Martin groaned.
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“You’re a pilot, yeah?” The man sitting on the stool next to Douglas said suddenly, one hand unwrapping from around his drink to point at the television.
“Yes,” Douglas admitted, withholding any smart comments about his uniform actually being a kissogram costume on account of the other man wearing his own uniform, that of a policeman. Craning his head towards the television, Douglas’s brow furrowed slightly as he took in the news broadcast about a disgraced airline and a busted smuggling ring of pilots.
“However, I don’t understand the appeal of smuggling. I love flying, so I don’t see why anyone would ever risk their career transporting illegal items. Seems absolutely idiotic.” Douglas said idly, watching the cop from the corner of his eye.
“Maybe you should apply for a job, then.” The other man said, watching as the TV hanging in the corner of the room continued to broadcast the news of a busted smuggling ring. “Sounds like the company’s lost half its staff. They could use a few more pilots.”
“Yes, but I’d rather work for a reputable airline instead of one that carries around the reputation of employing criminals.”
The man laughed, throwing his head back. “Smart move. You sound like a man that knows what he’s doing. How bought you let me buy you a drink?”
“No, thanks,” Douglas refused, “I don’t drink.”
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“Oh, dear me. Oh dear, dear me.” Arthur said repeatedly, wringing his hands as he flittered around the room like a ball of nervous energy.
“What is it, Arthur?” Martin asked in annoyance, trying to go over his flight check.
“Well, it’s nothing. Or, well, it’s something. It’s Mum, or, well, it’s the day actually.”
“And? What about it? Does she dislike Tuesdays now?” Douglas inquired.
“No. Not that I know of, anyway. She might. Personally, I think Tuesday is a lovely day, but I don’t like Wednesday, doesn’t sound anything like its spelled, which should tell you right there what a tricky day it is. But no, it’s the anniversary, actually.”
“Anniversary of what?”
“Walking in on Dad with his secretary.” Arthur said, eyes wide and blinking as he stood still, head swiveling to look between Martin and Douglas.. “She always gets… tetchy, on days like this.”
“You mean more than usual?” Douglas muttered.
Arthur started fidgeting again, “Well, normally when she’s angry, she yells a lot. Normally at you two. But on this day, she likes to go around muttering things about livestock and butchers knives.”
Martin winced. “Carolyn’s scary when she talks about knives.”
“Oh, yes.” Douglas concurred. “Carolyn is certainly scary, but she’s a bit justified in this case. Why, I wouldn’t dream of cheating on my wife.”
“Well, that’s very decent of you, Douglas. It’s lovely to see how much to care about her.” Martin said.
Douglas turned to Martin and quirked an eyebrow. “Quite.”
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“I know you’ve made mistakes before, Martin, but you’ve made a fine mess of it this time.” Carolyn scolded, face flushed with anger. “If you weren’t my only pilot, I’d make it clear just how much of a problem you can be, but as it is, we’re both stuck. Now I want you to think about your actions and if I see you again before the week’s out, you will be out of a job no matter how cheaply you work.”
Martin nodded glumly as Carolyn huffed and left, Arthur bouncing along behind her and giving a quick, cheery handwave before disappearing from sight.
Still sitting in his chair, Martin dropped his face into his hands and sighed heavily.
“Well, you’re certainly in the doghouse now.” Douglas observed, taking in Martin’s defeated posture.
Martin gave out a harsh laughter, “Not hardly, no. She dotes on her dog, so the doghouse would be quite welcome compared to this. I think it would be like heaven if she considered me worthy of that level of regard.”
“Oh, come now, don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?” Douglas asked in a bolstering voice.
Tilting his head to the side, Martin glared. “No, I do not.” Martin said up and continued. “It’s not as if anyone cares if I actually lose this job. After all, Carolyn thinks I’m an incompetent idiot that’s only worth keeping around because I work for free and Arthur… well, he’d be too distracted by the excitement of my replacement to actually miss me, might not even notice. And as for you, well, I suppose you’d be thrilled to finally work for a ‘real’ pilot. Only downside is you’d have to find a new target for your jokes. You might miss me then.”
Douglas sighed at the bitterness in Martin’s voice and slouched a little, considering the agitated figure through hooded eyes.
“I would miss you for more than just that.” He admitted, the confession coming out slowly.
Martin looked at him and frowned. “Don’t try making me feel better, because I don’t believe you and I’m not going to.”
Douglas looked away. “Suit yourself.”
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This is just perfect!
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You made good ficcery!
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