#429: "Better Than You," Elementary, Carrie/Joan
Title: Better Than You
Author: phoenixfalls (@AO3)
Prompt: Better
Fandom: Elementary
Relationship: Carrie Dwyer/Joan Watson
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 250
Summary:
Joan burst through the apartment door already crowing.
“Ninety-six! Beat that, sucker!”
Carrie looked up from the couch. “About time you got home. Pad see ew’s in the fridge if you want it.”
Joan narrowed her eyes, dropping her bag in the entryway to march over and wave her exam in Carrie’s face.
“Didn’t you hear me? Ninety-six! I must have set the curve with that score. Now lemme see yours, so we know how many days you owe me.”
Carrie rolled her eyes, reaching down to finger the edge of the blue book sticking out of her backpack on the floor. “Really Joanie, I think we’re getting too old to bet on our test results. . .”
Joan let her triumphant grin grow. “That’s what losers say, Carrie. Now give. What’d you get?”
Sighing deeply, Carrie pulled out her exam to display the cover, score in bright red.
“Ninety-nine.” Her voice dripped satisfaction.
Joan grabbed the book and flipped through it quickly, double-checking that Carrie hadn’t altered it. Then she fell onto the couch next to her with a groan. “You suck. How the hell did you beat me? I thought I nailed you!”
Now Carrie grinned. “Nope. I nailed you, and tonight I’ll be nailing you, if you know what I mean.”
Joan couldn’t believe she was dating someone who would say that. She couldn’t believe she lost to someone who would say that.
Oh well. It wasn't like letting Carrie top for three days was a hardship.
Author: phoenixfalls (@AO3)
Prompt: Better
Fandom: Elementary
Relationship: Carrie Dwyer/Joan Watson
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 250
Summary:
Joan burst through the apartment door already crowing.
“Ninety-six! Beat that, sucker!”
Carrie looked up from the couch. “About time you got home. Pad see ew’s in the fridge if you want it.”
Joan narrowed her eyes, dropping her bag in the entryway to march over and wave her exam in Carrie’s face.
“Didn’t you hear me? Ninety-six! I must have set the curve with that score. Now lemme see yours, so we know how many days you owe me.”
Carrie rolled her eyes, reaching down to finger the edge of the blue book sticking out of her backpack on the floor. “Really Joanie, I think we’re getting too old to bet on our test results. . .”
Joan let her triumphant grin grow. “That’s what losers say, Carrie. Now give. What’d you get?”
Sighing deeply, Carrie pulled out her exam to display the cover, score in bright red.
“Ninety-nine.” Her voice dripped satisfaction.
Joan grabbed the book and flipped through it quickly, double-checking that Carrie hadn’t altered it. Then she fell onto the couch next to her with a groan. “You suck. How the hell did you beat me? I thought I nailed you!”
Now Carrie grinned. “Nope. I nailed you, and tonight I’ll be nailing you, if you know what I mean.”
Joan couldn’t believe she was dating someone who would say that. She couldn’t believe she lost to someone who would say that.
Oh well. It wasn't like letting Carrie top for three days was a hardship.