Dial Tone, Rated G, Jules, Sam
Title: Dial Tone
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Jules, Sam
Word Count: 500
Prompt: #85 Disconnected
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: She’s been hearing that same message play over for the past four years.
Disclaimer: I wants it…. My preccciooouuussss….
“…We’re sorry; your call could not go through as dialled. Please hang up and try your call again.”
Click.
…
Beep.
“…We’re sorry; your call could not go through as dialled. Please hang up and try your call again-”
Click.
She didn’t know why she was expecting an answer. Two years. Two whole years had gone by and for some reason unbeknownst to her, she felt the need to try and call him…just one last time.
Jules stared at the phone in her hand silently; her legs were tucked up underneath her on the couch, the TV blaring silently on mute at the other end of the room.
“Hey sweetie, jacking up the phone bill again?”
The female sniper looked up at the voice behind her, seeing the familiar brown eyes of her fiancé staring back at her in amusement. “Hey, no, I just thought I’d-”
“Try one last time?” The man raised an eyebrow giving her a pitying smile. “Honey, he hasn’t bothered to return any of your phone calls, why would he start today?” He set a comforting hand on her shoulder before silently slipping away into the kitchen.
Jules watched him walk away the thought going through her head. ‘Because it’s been four years to the day we met?’
…maybe just one more try.
Ring.
XxX
“I never knew you, of all people, could accumulate so much crap in only two years.”
Sam glared at the brunette to his right throwing a few more books into the box at his feet. “Two years collecting it, two more years letting it sit here and collect dust while I was gone.”
The woman shrugged opening another draw to pour its contents into the waiting box. She frowned when she noticed something sitting on the top of her new pile. “Hey, isn’t this the old phone you used to use?”
Blue eyes lifted in surprise. “I wondered where that had gotten too.” He frowned as the brunette flipped it over hitting the power button. “There’s no sense turning it on, I doubt there’s any battery life in it-” Sam was however proven wrong as the screen lit up and the corny start up music echoed around the room.
“Sorry, what was that?” Amused brown eyes fell on him as the sniper reached out to take the phone from her.
“There’s no way it should still be working.” The blonde frowned, reaching across the screen to turn it back off, but instead the two of them nearly jumped out of their skin as the phone went off in his hand. Casting a weary look in the phones direction the brunette met her friends gaze with the same expression.
Lifting the black device to his ear Sam hit the talk button. “Braddock.”
Halfway across the city, in a much quieter part of town, a white cordless phone dropped to the floor from Jules limp grasp as she stared in shock and horror at the voice on the other end of the line.
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Jules, Sam
Word Count: 500
Prompt: #85 Disconnected
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: She’s been hearing that same message play over for the past four years.
Disclaimer: I wants it…. My preccciooouuussss….
“…We’re sorry; your call could not go through as dialled. Please hang up and try your call again.”
Click.
…
Beep.
“…We’re sorry; your call could not go through as dialled. Please hang up and try your call again-”
Click.
She didn’t know why she was expecting an answer. Two years. Two whole years had gone by and for some reason unbeknownst to her, she felt the need to try and call him…just one last time.
Jules stared at the phone in her hand silently; her legs were tucked up underneath her on the couch, the TV blaring silently on mute at the other end of the room.
“Hey sweetie, jacking up the phone bill again?”
The female sniper looked up at the voice behind her, seeing the familiar brown eyes of her fiancé staring back at her in amusement. “Hey, no, I just thought I’d-”
“Try one last time?” The man raised an eyebrow giving her a pitying smile. “Honey, he hasn’t bothered to return any of your phone calls, why would he start today?” He set a comforting hand on her shoulder before silently slipping away into the kitchen.
Jules watched him walk away the thought going through her head. ‘Because it’s been four years to the day we met?’
…maybe just one more try.
Ring.
XxX
“I never knew you, of all people, could accumulate so much crap in only two years.”
Sam glared at the brunette to his right throwing a few more books into the box at his feet. “Two years collecting it, two more years letting it sit here and collect dust while I was gone.”
The woman shrugged opening another draw to pour its contents into the waiting box. She frowned when she noticed something sitting on the top of her new pile. “Hey, isn’t this the old phone you used to use?”
Blue eyes lifted in surprise. “I wondered where that had gotten too.” He frowned as the brunette flipped it over hitting the power button. “There’s no sense turning it on, I doubt there’s any battery life in it-” Sam was however proven wrong as the screen lit up and the corny start up music echoed around the room.
“Sorry, what was that?” Amused brown eyes fell on him as the sniper reached out to take the phone from her.
“There’s no way it should still be working.” The blonde frowned, reaching across the screen to turn it back off, but instead the two of them nearly jumped out of their skin as the phone went off in his hand. Casting a weary look in the phones direction the brunette met her friends gaze with the same expression.
Lifting the black device to his ear Sam hit the talk button. “Braddock.”
Halfway across the city, in a much quieter part of town, a white cordless phone dropped to the floor from Jules limp grasp as she stared in shock and horror at the voice on the other end of the line.