Reward Ficlets: That Kind of Day / Soothed
That Kind of Day
Evan stepped through the open wormhole with a sigh, fully aware what would be waiting for him on the other side.
Usually loitering around the gateroom, whenever a team was scheduled to return, was John. He was always there to see the safe return of his people but would promptly deny when asked. Under situations like the one he's in now, Evan hated this habit of John's.
John was reliably there when Evan exited the event horizon following his team. The amusement on John's face after giving Evan a once-over was well expected and his lips were curling upward into a big grin at the sight, with less of the usual desire and a lot more glee.
"Major, please explain-" Carter's hand landing on John's shoulder effectively cut him off mid-sentence.
"Everything went okay, Major?"
"Yes, ma'am." Evan muttered while shooting John a dirty glare daring him to say another word. He knew it wouldn't stop John but any delay would be preferred.
"Good. Debrief in... two hours." Evan could tell even Carter was biting back her grin, which he was grateful to have a commander with tact. Unlike John, who at the moment was openly looking back and forth between Evan and other members of his team. More precisely, he was openly comparing the almost pristine condition of the team's uniforms and Evan's covered from head to toe in dried mud. Why John hadn't burst out laughing was a mystery to him.
It wasn't that Evan couldn't handle a little embarrassment. In fact, he would be the first one to laugh at himself. But he wasn't up to that today. Shooting John another glare, he turned and headed off for a scrub down before debriefing.
A fading, unrestrained laughters followed Evan as he left. He decided then John would be sleeping alone that night. Couple suffer together, right?
---
Soothed
(part of Slices.)
Technically, Danny isn't exactly quiet. It doesn't mean Steve is any less alarmed.
Danny will say Steve's being paranoid. But when one's normally animated partner isn't hand gesturing and yammering but only uttering grunts as responses the entire drive home, one should be reasonably concerned. Hence, Steve's hovering around Danny after Kamekona's inaugural flight.
"D, you're in a mood again." When all else fails, head-on assault is the only maneuver Steve knows.
An affronted glare is a good start. Words are better.
"I'm not Rick."
There's the root of his current problem, in three little words. He may tease about Danny's complaint about not getting the "Book him" as usual, Steve knows better than to mention it now.
"You aren't. Max was just messing with you." Sitting down on the couch with a hand on Danny's knee, Steve continues, "That's what you two do. It shouldn't bother you."
"It's not Max. It just... makes me think I'm not contributing enough."
"You do plenty, D. Coming up with plausible theories for cases, having the team's back, and not to mention nagging me about due process. It's important work."
The smug snicker is a sure sign Danny's mood is easing, Steve reckons.
Evan stepped through the open wormhole with a sigh, fully aware what would be waiting for him on the other side.
Usually loitering around the gateroom, whenever a team was scheduled to return, was John. He was always there to see the safe return of his people but would promptly deny when asked. Under situations like the one he's in now, Evan hated this habit of John's.
John was reliably there when Evan exited the event horizon following his team. The amusement on John's face after giving Evan a once-over was well expected and his lips were curling upward into a big grin at the sight, with less of the usual desire and a lot more glee.
"Major, please explain-" Carter's hand landing on John's shoulder effectively cut him off mid-sentence.
"Everything went okay, Major?"
"Yes, ma'am." Evan muttered while shooting John a dirty glare daring him to say another word. He knew it wouldn't stop John but any delay would be preferred.
"Good. Debrief in... two hours." Evan could tell even Carter was biting back her grin, which he was grateful to have a commander with tact. Unlike John, who at the moment was openly looking back and forth between Evan and other members of his team. More precisely, he was openly comparing the almost pristine condition of the team's uniforms and Evan's covered from head to toe in dried mud. Why John hadn't burst out laughing was a mystery to him.
It wasn't that Evan couldn't handle a little embarrassment. In fact, he would be the first one to laugh at himself. But he wasn't up to that today. Shooting John another glare, he turned and headed off for a scrub down before debriefing.
A fading, unrestrained laughters followed Evan as he left. He decided then John would be sleeping alone that night. Couple suffer together, right?
---
Soothed
(part of Slices.)
Technically, Danny isn't exactly quiet. It doesn't mean Steve is any less alarmed.
Danny will say Steve's being paranoid. But when one's normally animated partner isn't hand gesturing and yammering but only uttering grunts as responses the entire drive home, one should be reasonably concerned. Hence, Steve's hovering around Danny after Kamekona's inaugural flight.
"D, you're in a mood again." When all else fails, head-on assault is the only maneuver Steve knows.
An affronted glare is a good start. Words are better.
"I'm not Rick."
There's the root of his current problem, in three little words. He may tease about Danny's complaint about not getting the "Book him" as usual, Steve knows better than to mention it now.
"You aren't. Max was just messing with you." Sitting down on the couch with a hand on Danny's knee, Steve continues, "That's what you two do. It shouldn't bother you."
"It's not Max. It just... makes me think I'm not contributing enough."
"You do plenty, D. Coming up with plausible theories for cases, having the team's back, and not to mention nagging me about due process. It's important work."
The smug snicker is a sure sign Danny's mood is easing, Steve reckons.