Fic(let) 'Cookie' Rated 'G' Heero and Duo
Because it seems that everybody on my flist needs to be cheered up this week, I wrote dork fluff! It even fits the baked goods theme. ^___^
For Merula. *hugs*
Title: 'Cookie'
Author: Sunhawk16
Pairing: Heero and Duo, relationship mostly implied.
Rating: G (for gooey!)
Warnings: Dork humor, bit of language, dialogue fic, written in ten minutes.
Disclaimer: I own only the right to look silly!
‘Duo… what are you doing with your foot stuck in the freezer?’
‘Trying to make it stop throbbing?’
‘And why is it throbbing?’
‘Because I dropped a jar of peanut butter on it.’
‘I didn’t even think we owned any?’
‘We didn’t. I bought it.’
‘Do I even want to know why?’
‘We didn’t have any oatmeal. Or raisins.’
‘Duo… you’ve lost me…’
‘I was missing three of the ingredients for oatmeal cookies, but only needed the peanut butter to make the peanut butter cookies, so it only made sense.’
‘Perfect sense, I’m sure. But… cookies?’
‘Yes, I was trying to make cookies.’
‘Cookies.’
‘Yeah, damn it. Cookies. It’s like… you know… and I just wanted to… to…’
‘You were baking me cookies for our anniversary?’
‘Uhm… yeah.’
‘Duo, you know I love you, but… I can’t stand peanut butter.’
‘Oh. Well. Guess it’s ok that they didn’t exactly come out then?’
‘Exactly?’
‘The cookie hot-line lady said it was because I melted the butter first, but it made it a whole lot easier to get them stirred up.’
‘Cookie… hot-line?’
‘Yeah. 1-800-fucked-up-cookie, or something like that.’
‘Somehow I doubt that. Does it help that I love you for trying?’
‘That depends…’
‘Depends?’
‘Yeah… how pissed are you going to be about spending our first anniversary in the emergency room?’
‘What?’
‘I think I broke my foot…’
‘Duo…’
‘Why are you holding the bridge of your nose like that? You got a headache?’
‘No. Just… don’t you think you should have mentioned that part before now?’
‘Well, I dropped the damn jar an hour ago anyway, and… hey! Are you laughing at me?’
‘I… uhm… no; I wouldn’t do that.’
‘Just go get the damn car out of the garage, asshole. I’ll meet you out front.’
‘You probably shouldn’t be walking on it, if it’s broken. I’ll just carry you out to the garage…’
‘No way! Last time you tried to carry me somewhere, we fell and almost gave you a concussion!’
‘Duo… we were headed for the bedroom, and that had more to do with my pants falling down around my knees.’
‘Details. Just go get the car.’
‘Well, at least wait here until I come back to get you.’
‘Ok, but I’m bringing the bag of frozen peas.’
‘I… uh… ok.’
‘You’re laughing at me again.’
‘Wouldn’t dream of it.’
‘Asshole. Hey Heero?’
‘Yeah?’
‘Happy anniversary.’
‘Happy anniversary, Duo. And next year…?’
‘Trust me. Slice and bake, the whole way.’
For Merula. *hugs*
Title: 'Cookie'
Author: Sunhawk16
Pairing: Heero and Duo, relationship mostly implied.
Rating: G (for gooey!)
Warnings: Dork humor, bit of language, dialogue fic, written in ten minutes.
Disclaimer: I own only the right to look silly!
‘Duo… what are you doing with your foot stuck in the freezer?’
‘Trying to make it stop throbbing?’
‘And why is it throbbing?’
‘Because I dropped a jar of peanut butter on it.’
‘I didn’t even think we owned any?’
‘We didn’t. I bought it.’
‘Do I even want to know why?’
‘We didn’t have any oatmeal. Or raisins.’
‘Duo… you’ve lost me…’
‘I was missing three of the ingredients for oatmeal cookies, but only needed the peanut butter to make the peanut butter cookies, so it only made sense.’
‘Perfect sense, I’m sure. But… cookies?’
‘Yes, I was trying to make cookies.’
‘Cookies.’
‘Yeah, damn it. Cookies. It’s like… you know… and I just wanted to… to…’
‘You were baking me cookies for our anniversary?’
‘Uhm… yeah.’
‘Duo, you know I love you, but… I can’t stand peanut butter.’
‘Oh. Well. Guess it’s ok that they didn’t exactly come out then?’
‘Exactly?’
‘The cookie hot-line lady said it was because I melted the butter first, but it made it a whole lot easier to get them stirred up.’
‘Cookie… hot-line?’
‘Yeah. 1-800-fucked-up-cookie, or something like that.’
‘Somehow I doubt that. Does it help that I love you for trying?’
‘That depends…’
‘Depends?’
‘Yeah… how pissed are you going to be about spending our first anniversary in the emergency room?’
‘What?’
‘I think I broke my foot…’
‘Duo…’
‘Why are you holding the bridge of your nose like that? You got a headache?’
‘No. Just… don’t you think you should have mentioned that part before now?’
‘Well, I dropped the damn jar an hour ago anyway, and… hey! Are you laughing at me?’
‘I… uhm… no; I wouldn’t do that.’
‘Just go get the damn car out of the garage, asshole. I’ll meet you out front.’
‘You probably shouldn’t be walking on it, if it’s broken. I’ll just carry you out to the garage…’
‘No way! Last time you tried to carry me somewhere, we fell and almost gave you a concussion!’
‘Duo… we were headed for the bedroom, and that had more to do with my pants falling down around my knees.’
‘Details. Just go get the car.’
‘Well, at least wait here until I come back to get you.’
‘Ok, but I’m bringing the bag of frozen peas.’
‘I… uh… ok.’
‘You’re laughing at me again.’
‘Wouldn’t dream of it.’
‘Asshole. Hey Heero?’
‘Yeah?’
‘Happy anniversary.’
‘Happy anniversary, Duo. And next year…?’
‘Trust me. Slice and bake, the whole way.’