Salt! :-)
Fandom: Discworld (MR)
Pairing: Polly/Mal
Challenge: Salt (#73?)
Word Count: 215
Rating: G (probably)
Notes: This goes along with a (much longer) fic I wrote for Cheesemongers' "Trousers: Femslash" challenge. ("More than Trousers at Stake"). As such, it isn't really a stand-alone. But it's not too bad. :-)
Title:
Laundry Service
Mal eyes the bucket of sudsy water on the tent floor.
The trousers have been soaking for more than an hour and most of the blood has lifted out.
Good thing it was fresh, she thinks, then shudders and decides not to go down that road.
Besides, just because most of the red is gone, doesn't mean that there won't be brown stains left behind on the fabric.
She hefts the paper sack - it had taken a good hour's worth of sweet talking just to get the quarter-master to give it up, and that was after she'd had to ask one of the Igors about how to remove blood stains from white fabric.
"You're athking me?" he'd said, surprised, eyeing her spotless uniform.
She'd raised an eyebrow. "Can you think of anyone better?" she'd asked, while Polly lay on the slab between them, breathing but unconscious.
At least Igors are discreet and don't panic when a vampire asks that sort of question. It could have been a lot worse.
As it is, she is still faced with the challenge of doing laundry - difficult laundry, if what Igor had said was true - for the first time in her life.
Dragging the trousers out of the bucket, wringing them out, she begins rubbing salt into the stains.
Pairing: Polly/Mal
Challenge: Salt (#73?)
Word Count: 215
Rating: G (probably)
Notes: This goes along with a (much longer) fic I wrote for Cheesemongers' "Trousers: Femslash" challenge. ("More than Trousers at Stake"). As such, it isn't really a stand-alone. But it's not too bad. :-)
Title:
Laundry Service
Mal eyes the bucket of sudsy water on the tent floor.
The trousers have been soaking for more than an hour and most of the blood has lifted out.
Good thing it was fresh, she thinks, then shudders and decides not to go down that road.
Besides, just because most of the red is gone, doesn't mean that there won't be brown stains left behind on the fabric.
She hefts the paper sack - it had taken a good hour's worth of sweet talking just to get the quarter-master to give it up, and that was after she'd had to ask one of the Igors about how to remove blood stains from white fabric.
"You're athking me?" he'd said, surprised, eyeing her spotless uniform.
She'd raised an eyebrow. "Can you think of anyone better?" she'd asked, while Polly lay on the slab between them, breathing but unconscious.
At least Igors are discreet and don't panic when a vampire asks that sort of question. It could have been a lot worse.
As it is, she is still faced with the challenge of doing laundry - difficult laundry, if what Igor had said was true - for the first time in her life.
Dragging the trousers out of the bucket, wringing them out, she begins rubbing salt into the stains.