082. If.
Title: Contraband
Fandom: Captain Scarlet
Characters: The Captains
Prompt: 082. If
Word Count: 500 (5 x 100)
Rating: PG
Summary: “If they ever found out about this he would never heard the end of it.”
Author's Notes:
Ochre’s on leave, alone, in a city far away from the base’s location.
It still doesn’t put him at ease, as he slinks through the store like he’s tailing a suspect.
Eventually he finds the shelf he’s been searching for, thumbs through a few, chooses the most highly recommended of them. He winces at the lurid cover; it’ll be harder to conceal.
He pays cash, slips it into his rucksack, takes an ambling route to the airport.
Back in the safety of his quarters, he cracks open the book.
And gets stuck into reading chapter one of ‘computers for dummies’.
Grey knows he can’t halt the inevitable, any more than Canute could hold back the tide.
But he doesn’t want that, per se. He just wants to hold off the evidence until he’s had time to come around to the idea.
Or until the others have caught up, being the eldest sucks.
He can almost hear the teasing, the helpful sympathetic comments that are unwittingly anything but.
It makes him shudder.
Suitably vindicated, he locks the doors and prepares his supplies with precise neatness.
He can’t afford to mess up.
So he reads the hair dye instructions one more time.
Blue’s heart had stopped when he saw the package waiting outside his quarters.
Anyone could have found it, exposed his secret, Ochre would’ve never let him live it down.
But it was partly Rick’s fault; he and Pat had compared notes on this stuff with a gleam of wistful nostalgia in their eye. And it got Adam’s inquiring mind, well, inquiring.
Far as he could remember none of his exes had complained about his more conservative take on sex, pined for toys or light bondage, but it never hurt to broaden one’s horizons.
He really hopes Symphony won’t hate him.
Scarlet is fairly sure he’s not doing anything wrong.
After all, he was assigned to dispose of the contraband, and that’s what he’s doing. In a roundabout way.
Honestly, it would a crime to waste something so fine ... great, now he’s starting to think like Magenta.
He understands the rules about intoxication on base. Far more easily that he comprehends Fawn’s developments on his retrometabolism.
He can’t get drunk though, that’s the important thing.
So where’s the harm in the odd nightcap?
He’s still not going to risk leaving his single malt lying around though.
In case Colonel doesn’t agree.
Magenta’s secret isn’t even about him, not really.
That’s partly why he keeps it hidden, because he feels dirty for even having it in his quarters. The others think he’s got good taste, a snob maybe, which he figures is a reputation worth keeping.
It’s a risk, because it translates into Ochre as ‘I’m evidence of a dirty secret, check me out’, but worth it.
When Rick finally gets his hands on the box set of his favourite cheesy ‘cops in space buddy movie’ series he’ll be gleeful as a kid at Christmas.
As a friend he’ll watch them too.
Fandom: Captain Scarlet
Characters: The Captains
Prompt: 082. If
Word Count: 500 (5 x 100)
Rating: PG
Summary: “If they ever found out about this he would never heard the end of it.”
Author's Notes:
Ochre’s on leave, alone, in a city far away from the base’s location.
It still doesn’t put him at ease, as he slinks through the store like he’s tailing a suspect.
Eventually he finds the shelf he’s been searching for, thumbs through a few, chooses the most highly recommended of them. He winces at the lurid cover; it’ll be harder to conceal.
He pays cash, slips it into his rucksack, takes an ambling route to the airport.
Back in the safety of his quarters, he cracks open the book.
And gets stuck into reading chapter one of ‘computers for dummies’.
Grey knows he can’t halt the inevitable, any more than Canute could hold back the tide.
But he doesn’t want that, per se. He just wants to hold off the evidence until he’s had time to come around to the idea.
Or until the others have caught up, being the eldest sucks.
He can almost hear the teasing, the helpful sympathetic comments that are unwittingly anything but.
It makes him shudder.
Suitably vindicated, he locks the doors and prepares his supplies with precise neatness.
He can’t afford to mess up.
So he reads the hair dye instructions one more time.
Blue’s heart had stopped when he saw the package waiting outside his quarters.
Anyone could have found it, exposed his secret, Ochre would’ve never let him live it down.
But it was partly Rick’s fault; he and Pat had compared notes on this stuff with a gleam of wistful nostalgia in their eye. And it got Adam’s inquiring mind, well, inquiring.
Far as he could remember none of his exes had complained about his more conservative take on sex, pined for toys or light bondage, but it never hurt to broaden one’s horizons.
He really hopes Symphony won’t hate him.
Scarlet is fairly sure he’s not doing anything wrong.
After all, he was assigned to dispose of the contraband, and that’s what he’s doing. In a roundabout way.
Honestly, it would a crime to waste something so fine ... great, now he’s starting to think like Magenta.
He understands the rules about intoxication on base. Far more easily that he comprehends Fawn’s developments on his retrometabolism.
He can’t get drunk though, that’s the important thing.
So where’s the harm in the odd nightcap?
He’s still not going to risk leaving his single malt lying around though.
In case Colonel doesn’t agree.
Magenta’s secret isn’t even about him, not really.
That’s partly why he keeps it hidden, because he feels dirty for even having it in his quarters. The others think he’s got good taste, a snob maybe, which he figures is a reputation worth keeping.
It’s a risk, because it translates into Ochre as ‘I’m evidence of a dirty secret, check me out’, but worth it.
When Rick finally gets his hands on the box set of his favourite cheesy ‘cops in space buddy movie’ series he’ll be gleeful as a kid at Christmas.
As a friend he’ll watch them too.