Fic: To Drink or Not to Drink (Kensei/Hiro)
Title: To Drink or Not to Drink
Pairing: hint of Hiro/Kensei
Rating: G
Summary: Just a little thing I wrote a looong time ago and am finally getting off the hard drive. A couple of you will recognize it. ;) An alternate ending to that scene in 2x2 when Hiro asks Kensei to stop drinking. Kensei finds it just a tad funny.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
"And you need to stop drinking."
Kensei goggled at Hiro, replaying the words in his mind / the sounds in his minds to see if they came out in the same order as what he thought he heard, but surely that couldn’t be...
"What do you mean 'stop drinking'?"
"Stop drinking alcohol. A hero should be steady and sober."
No. Apparently it could be. A moment ago, Kensei had been ready to give him the benefit of the doubt about this whole mad hero enterprise, but now the lad was spouting nonsense again.
"You mean no alcohol at all?"
"Yes."
It had to be a joke. But Hiro was looking at him so earnestly, standing firmly by his ludicrous statement. Laughter bubbled up in Kensei's throat so sharply that he had a devil of a time holding it back those first few seconds, purely out of courtesy, but Hiro looked so damn serious and really, under the circumstances, no one would blame him for the loud guffaw that erupted from his mouth.
"Why are you laughing?” Hiro demanded, his face falling into the funniest helpless expression Kensei had ever seen. “I'm serious."
"That's why," Kensei said between giggly gasps. "It's hilarious."
Hiro grumpily crossed his arms over his chest, adopting what Kensei would soon come to call his business face, determined seriousness with a dash of high flown idealism. Taking pity on him, Kensei straightened up, quelling his last chuckles, though there was no way to keep his mouth from stretching into a wide grin.
"I'll tell you what I'll do," he said. "I'll play along with this ‘hero’ idea of yours to see if it really does get me that gold and fame you keep talking about and I'll stop getting drunk during the day. But I’m not going to stop drinking altogether. It's ridiculous."
Hiro opened his mouth and Kensei could already hear the next vehement complaint, so he cut him off before he could speak.
"That's the deal. You either take it or go back to whatever future you came from."
Hiro's face fell, puppy eyes mixed with the cutest, little pout, but he nodded in assent. Kensei wondered if the man was aware of how adorable he looked.
"All right, then," Kensei said, donning his helmet. "Let's go be a hero."
Pairing: hint of Hiro/Kensei
Rating: G
Summary: Just a little thing I wrote a looong time ago and am finally getting off the hard drive. A couple of you will recognize it. ;) An alternate ending to that scene in 2x2 when Hiro asks Kensei to stop drinking. Kensei finds it just a tad funny.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
"And you need to stop drinking."
Kensei goggled at Hiro, replaying the words in his mind / the sounds in his minds to see if they came out in the same order as what he thought he heard, but surely that couldn’t be...
"What do you mean 'stop drinking'?"
"Stop drinking alcohol. A hero should be steady and sober."
No. Apparently it could be. A moment ago, Kensei had been ready to give him the benefit of the doubt about this whole mad hero enterprise, but now the lad was spouting nonsense again.
"You mean no alcohol at all?"
"Yes."
It had to be a joke. But Hiro was looking at him so earnestly, standing firmly by his ludicrous statement. Laughter bubbled up in Kensei's throat so sharply that he had a devil of a time holding it back those first few seconds, purely out of courtesy, but Hiro looked so damn serious and really, under the circumstances, no one would blame him for the loud guffaw that erupted from his mouth.
"Why are you laughing?” Hiro demanded, his face falling into the funniest helpless expression Kensei had ever seen. “I'm serious."
"That's why," Kensei said between giggly gasps. "It's hilarious."
Hiro grumpily crossed his arms over his chest, adopting what Kensei would soon come to call his business face, determined seriousness with a dash of high flown idealism. Taking pity on him, Kensei straightened up, quelling his last chuckles, though there was no way to keep his mouth from stretching into a wide grin.
"I'll tell you what I'll do," he said. "I'll play along with this ‘hero’ idea of yours to see if it really does get me that gold and fame you keep talking about and I'll stop getting drunk during the day. But I’m not going to stop drinking altogether. It's ridiculous."
Hiro opened his mouth and Kensei could already hear the next vehement complaint, so he cut him off before he could speak.
"That's the deal. You either take it or go back to whatever future you came from."
Hiro's face fell, puppy eyes mixed with the cutest, little pout, but he nodded in assent. Kensei wondered if the man was aware of how adorable he looked.
"All right, then," Kensei said, donning his helmet. "Let's go be a hero."