Dirty Jobs
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Title: Dirty Jobs
Author: enchanted_jae
Fandom: Cal Leandros
Author's note: In a perfect world, we would all treat one another with kindness and respect, our pets would live as long as we do, and Niko would never have cut that glorious long blond fall of his hair.
Characters: Cal, Niko, Robin
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion, first person pov (Cal's)
Word count: 275
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Rob Thurman, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: ficlet_zone Prompt No. 73 - The Who song titles. I chose: After the Fire, Be Lucky, Champagne, Dangerous, The Dirty Jobs, Had Enough, In the City.
Summary: The aftermath of battle
The sun was just peeking over the skyline when Niko, Robin, and I trudged into Robin's condo. We were bloodied, bruised, and reeking of smoke. All of us were in need of first aid and a shower, but as one we flopped onto Robin's massive couch.
I propped my feet on the immense piece of rock crystal that served as Robin's coffee table and let my head drop back. "I don't know about you two," I muttered, "but I've had enough of doing all the dirty jobs in the city."
"The dangerous jobs pay better," Robin said, eyes closed. Probably because he couldn't stand to look at his ruined clothing.
"After the fire you two set, we'll be lucky if anyone hires us again," Nik bit out. Of the three of us, he was in the best condition. No surprise there. I was sure he'd been born with a sword in his hand.
"Caliban started it."
I glared at Robin. "It was your idea, asshole."
We winced when Niko smacked us both upside the head.
Robin smoothed a hand through his curly hair and glowered at my brother. "You used to have a better sense of humor."
Robin would know; he'd met us in each of our lifetimes. I could recall our past lives if Robin jogged my memory. "He's right, Cyrano. There were days of drinking and debauchery..."
My voice petered out in the heat of my brother's glare.
Robin stood up. "Speaking of drinking, who's up for some champagne?" He crossed to his kitchen and opened the fridge. Peering around the door he smiled slyly at Niko. "Unless you'd prefer debauchery?"