AWDT ficlet - "What Do You Do?"
For those seeking basic information about these 2 characters, I've included a link to a background post I've written up which is accessible by clicking on the pairing names.
Title: What Do You Do?
Author: Julie decadentdream
Fandom: Charmed
Pairing: Wyatt/Bianca
Rating: G
Word Count: 537
Summary: Wyatt & Bianca attend a dinner where she tries to conceal what they do and why they're there.
A/N: Written for the prompt "He's very quiet and he enjoys puzzles." - AWDT Challenge conducted by jamie2109 & nocturnali
She hated dinner parties. Yes, sure, it was fun to dress up in really expensive clothes, but she didn’t like having to socialise, she preferred keeping things mysterious and to herself. She didn’t want to have to pretend she was “normal” whatever normal was. She’d been born and bred into a lifestyle that went far beyond any little meagre achievement these people used to elevate their status above all others. Her occupation made a difference - although not always in the best way. She killed people to survive. She assassinated people because she was told to. She was a hired gun doing everybody else’s dirty work.
“And what is it that you do?” the stuffy upper-crust man across from her and Wyatt asked her.
Why did this bunch of elderly civilians in penguin suits have to waddle over in their spectacled groups to harass her and Wyatt? Just because they weren’t on the social circuit - because they were new faces, fresh meat to ogle over, to prove they weren’t any competition or threat to their great franchises.
Bianca looked at the man thoughtfully, chewing the inside of her lip as she tried to work out how to respond. She could just scare the man and tell him the truth, but even then she wasn’t proud of what she did. The blood of hundreds of innocent people lay on her hands.
‘It’s so we can survive,’ she reminded herself.
“I work for a number of different people,” she answered.
“So you’re a consultant. Or advisor?”
“Something like that.”
“And he…”
“He’s very quiet and he enjoys puzzles… mind-based things,” Bianca said quickly, hoping not to distract Wyatt from the very reason they were here to begin with and trying to cover his ignorance.
“Sorry… shiny things?” the man questioned, straining forward with his hand cupped around his ear trying to hear her better.
Bianca looked at Wyatt, smirking as she thought about his fondness for swords, especially his prime inheritance - Excalibur.
“That too,” she said.
“But professionally?”
“He’s an all-rounder. He runs a club, counsels people…” She drifted off; her mind thinking quickly as she saw the man was not quite so impressed. “He also has a hand in the medical field - emergency department.”
“Oh, he works in the E.R. then?”
“He heals people,” she said with a nod, hoping that was enough to convince the man.
“Do you want another glass?” Wyatt asked, glancing over to Bianca.
She looked down at the champagne flute in her hand, surprised to find it almost empty.
‘Guess I’m a little anxious about being here,’ she thought.
“Yes, thanks,” she said, tossing her hair back as she looked up to him.
She knew it was only a passing excuse. Wyatt had spied the man he needed to talk to over by the bar. It was only a reason to break away from the conversation where they were.
The moment he left her side she felt a little less secure. She didn’t want to handle these conversations on her own, although she knew she was quite capable of it. She was, in fact, finding the whole evening rather boring.
‘The moment Wyatt finishes we’re out of here,’ she promised herself.
Title: What Do You Do?
Author: Julie decadentdream
Fandom: Charmed
Pairing: Wyatt/Bianca
Rating: G
Word Count: 537
Summary: Wyatt & Bianca attend a dinner where she tries to conceal what they do and why they're there.
A/N: Written for the prompt "He's very quiet and he enjoys puzzles." - AWDT Challenge conducted by jamie2109 & nocturnali
She hated dinner parties. Yes, sure, it was fun to dress up in really expensive clothes, but she didn’t like having to socialise, she preferred keeping things mysterious and to herself. She didn’t want to have to pretend she was “normal” whatever normal was. She’d been born and bred into a lifestyle that went far beyond any little meagre achievement these people used to elevate their status above all others. Her occupation made a difference - although not always in the best way. She killed people to survive. She assassinated people because she was told to. She was a hired gun doing everybody else’s dirty work.
“And what is it that you do?” the stuffy upper-crust man across from her and Wyatt asked her.
Why did this bunch of elderly civilians in penguin suits have to waddle over in their spectacled groups to harass her and Wyatt? Just because they weren’t on the social circuit - because they were new faces, fresh meat to ogle over, to prove they weren’t any competition or threat to their great franchises.
Bianca looked at the man thoughtfully, chewing the inside of her lip as she tried to work out how to respond. She could just scare the man and tell him the truth, but even then she wasn’t proud of what she did. The blood of hundreds of innocent people lay on her hands.
‘It’s so we can survive,’ she reminded herself.
“I work for a number of different people,” she answered.
“So you’re a consultant. Or advisor?”
“Something like that.”
“And he…”
“He’s very quiet and he enjoys puzzles… mind-based things,” Bianca said quickly, hoping not to distract Wyatt from the very reason they were here to begin with and trying to cover his ignorance.
“Sorry… shiny things?” the man questioned, straining forward with his hand cupped around his ear trying to hear her better.
Bianca looked at Wyatt, smirking as she thought about his fondness for swords, especially his prime inheritance - Excalibur.
“That too,” she said.
“But professionally?”
“He’s an all-rounder. He runs a club, counsels people…” She drifted off; her mind thinking quickly as she saw the man was not quite so impressed. “He also has a hand in the medical field - emergency department.”
“Oh, he works in the E.R. then?”
“He heals people,” she said with a nod, hoping that was enough to convince the man.
“Do you want another glass?” Wyatt asked, glancing over to Bianca.
She looked down at the champagne flute in her hand, surprised to find it almost empty.
‘Guess I’m a little anxious about being here,’ she thought.
“Yes, thanks,” she said, tossing her hair back as she looked up to him.
She knew it was only a passing excuse. Wyatt had spied the man he needed to talk to over by the bar. It was only a reason to break away from the conversation where they were.
The moment he left her side she felt a little less secure. She didn’t want to handle these conversations on her own, although she knew she was quite capable of it. She was, in fact, finding the whole evening rather boring.
‘The moment Wyatt finishes we’re out of here,’ she promised herself.