"boredom: the desire for desires"
It's Monday. There's not a single thing going on at work this week; the class I was supposed to teach is canceled due to lack of interest, and my one big project has been put on hold. I'm not making progress on any of my current writing projects, fannish or otherwise, so consider this an open call for ficlet requests. Give me a fandom or pairing
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There are a lot of things Derek loves about his job. Spending his entire day talking football and thinking football and showing promising kids how to play better football are all at the top of the list. He likes working with college kids, too, likes answering their questions and being the person they turn to when they're having a rough time. He's got an open door policy for a reason, and the team takes advantage of it often enough to keep him busy.
He doesn't even mind helping out when one of their players gets a little behind in class, whether it's helping him work out a schedule or arranging for a tutor. But if the player doesn't come to him before his grades slip so far he lands himself on academic probation, there's not much Derek can do, and what's worse is that it lands him in a position he's not crazy about. Clemens has been a problem student from the start, though, and this isn't the first mess Derek's had to clean up for him.
He glances at the office number to make sure he's in the right place before he reaches up, knocking on the heavy wooden door. When there's no answer he knocks again, glancing at his watch and gauging just how long he has to spend trying to track down a Psych 101 professor before he can go over his head to the department chair. He's about to give up when the door swings up, the face frowning at him a lot younger than Derek expected. "Office hours are from 1:00 to 3:00," the kid -- a grad assistant, Derek assumes -- says.
"I'm Derek Morgan," Derek says, catching the door as the kid starts to swing it closed. "Assistant football coach. I'm looking for Professor Reid."
The kid sighs and opens the door all the way, still frowning at him and Derek glances over his shoulder to see if maybe Professor Reid's hiding out somewhere in the office. And he doesn't want to know what he's doing with this grad student; mostly he just wants to get the guy to agree to let Clemens retake his midterm and get back to his team as fast as he can.
"You might as well come in," the kid says, but when Derek follows him into the office there's no one else there. The kid sits down and at the laptop that's sitting open on the desk, fingers flying across the keyboard. He saves whatever he's working on and closes the laptop before he looks up again, blinking at Derek as though he's sort of surprised to find him still standing there.
"Listen, kid, is Professor Reid around or what?" Derek asks, patience already wearing thin at the attitude coming off the grad student.
"I'm Professor Reid," the kid says, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of dirty blond hair behind one ear. "And I'll thank you not to call me 'kid'."
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AU's are my weak spot, and there aren't enough of them in the CM fandom (or I'm looking in the wrong places).
This is already so great, I'd love to read more!
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Can't wait to see what happens with this one :D
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This? *points* This is my GLEEEEEEE face.
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The kid sighs and opens the door all the way, still frowning at him and Derek glances over his shoulder to see if maybe Professor Reid's hiding out somewhere in the office.
I can totally see this bit.
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Oh man, I *want*. Please, please consider writing this. I desire it utterly.
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PLease !!!!! continue this fic. Its awesome. I like that even though Derek isn't protecting people by slamming unsubs onto car hoods, what he loves most about his job at the university is helping the players, the students. Its a very 'Derek-like" motivation.
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