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Rejected! That is how I feel today, in pretty much every aspect of my life. But instead of talking about it, I will post this meme, which I stole from goldatamera:
Name three or so fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return, I will attempt to write a snippet of (at least) one of them.While I am here, I want to wish a very happy birthday to ( Read more... )
Name three or so fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return, I will attempt to write a snippet of (at least) one of them.While I am here, I want to wish a very happy birthday to ( Read more... )
OMG YES. I will even answer my phone this time since I'm not avoiding my mother anymore.
Hee! When I first read this prompt the Speed in my head was all, "I'd like to break those damn things." This is the result.
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It was the first time he'd been alone with them. He wasn't even sure how it happened; hanging out in Horatio's office when Horatio wasn't there wasn't exactly a habit. But they were supposed to have a meeting, and Speed was pretty sure he'd gotten the time right. So there he was, sitting in the chair across from Horatio's desk waiting for Horatio to show up, staring at the sunglasses perched on his boss' desk.
And he knew it was ridiculous, but it almost felt like they were looking back at him. He knew they were just sunglasses, but after all these years of working with Horatio they sort of felt like an extension of his boss. Like they had a life of their own, some sort of supernatural consciousness that gave Horatio superpowers.
It was crazy. He was going crazy, and he was pretty sure it was this job that was driving him there.
That didn't stop his fingers from twitching with the urge to reach across the desk and snap those stupid glasses in half.
Just the thought made him laugh, and he cleared his throat to cover the sound and glanced toward the door to make sure Horatio wasn't lurking there, watching him as some sort of creepy behavioral assessment or something. But he was still alone, and he was starting to think maybe he should have just waited in the hall. At least out there the sunglasses wouldn't be looking at him...rather, he wouldn't have to look at them. And he wasn't even sure why they bugged him so much, except that Horatio had been more smug than usual lately and the sunglasses seemed to radiate that even when his boss wasn't in the room.
Yep, definitely crazy. He thought he'd been getting out of here just in time, but maybe it was already too late for him.
When his fingers twitched again he shifted in his seat, bracing his hands on the arms of his chair to push himself up. It didn't matter if Horatio was mad that he hadn't waited around; he'd just go home and send an e-mail and if Horatio wanted to talk about it, he could call. It wasn't like it would make a difference, and he sure as hell couldn't sit here staring at those damn sunglasses anymore.
He was halfway out of the chair when the door closed, and he swallowed a sigh and sank back into the chair. Turning still hurt a little, so he waited until Horatio rounded his desk before he looked at his boss. "Speed," Horatio said, settling into his own chair and leaning forward. "It's good to see you up and around."
"Yeah, thanks," Speed said, glancing one last time at the glasses before he turned his attention to Horatio. "I'm here to hand in my resignation."
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Don't you just love "Sunglasses of Justice" tm ??? I certainly do...clever commentor! ::nods::
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Heh. Thanks : )
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