Fic Daylight Robbery (S&S Prompt fic)
Title: Daylight Robbery
Author:
lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 739
Characters/Pairings: Silver, Copper, Jet
Warnings None. (Dubious historical silliness?)
Summary: Silver’s got a history with royal residences - and royal property.
(Prompt 97: silver - Snowed in & Noodle incident. It’s very likely I would have written this sooner had I known that a noodle incident was not necessarily a thing that involved noodles. These prompts are very instructive. Ha.
All incidents referred to in here, barring two which are my own invention, refer to actual historical/legendary items. At least, according to the internet.)
***
Jet put her hand to the glass of the window, looking upward and outward. “I don’t think this snow is natural.”
“Interesting,” said Silver, moving across the room to peer out over her shoulder. “Worrying, perhaps. And it does seem to be getting worse.”
Copper was surveying the interior of the building with misgivings. It was old, older than most houses, with large rooms, full of faded furniture and aged grandeur. “Hmm. I hope this isn’t a palace, or something of that nature. It could be. It’s certainly not an ordinary residence.”
“Does that make a difference?” Jet asked. “Something to do with the trigger, you think?”
“Not as far as I know,” said Copper, and glared at his other colleague. “It’s likely, of course. However, if it is, Silver, you should be careful for once.”
“I wasn’t doing anything,” said Silver, leaning against the panelled wall and looking hurt. “Yet.”
“You have a history with these sorts of places,” Copper pointed out. “As we both know. Remember, Silver, to check with me before you remove any items. It may be tiresome, but the disappearance of objects that have significance to a large number of people can become a potential trigger in itself.”
Silver raised his eyebrows. “I don’t know what you mean. I have never -”
“That business with the diamonds,” Copper reminded him.
Jet grinned. “Oh, yes. I was there. That castle by the river, with the crown -”
“I was trying to reduplicate a safe copy precisely because I knew that particular diamond would be missed,” Silver said, frowning at the unfairness of the accusation. “It wasn’t my fault that it proved so uncooperative and the rest of the collection - ah - rather less so.”
Jet leant against him briefly, a teasing push. “Took some sorting out, though, didn’t it? They thought they must be forgeries and then we had to -”
“No, no,” said Copper. “The necklace, Silver. About twenty or so years ago - some distance from here - a warm country, nothing like this.”
Silver pulled out his handkerchief and became absorbed in polishing one of his tools.
“Necklace?” asked Jet, her mouth twisting into a smile. “Silver.”
“Diamonds,” Silver said crossly, “aren’t easy to come by when you need them. And I left the ones we weren’t using. What else did you expect me to do?”
Copper glared at him. “It’s still careless. It was missed. You could at least have put it back in its place or made a copy.”
“There was thing with that woman’s skirt,” added Jet. “She was a queen, wasn’t she?”
“There was a reason for that!”
“And was there a reason for the set of crown jewels you removed from the safe?” Copper asked. “If I had known that was what you were doing -”
“Yes, you’d have interfered, no doubt,” said Silver. “No one was using them and they were precisely what we wanted. You shouldn’t worry so much, Copper. I know what I’m doing.”
“You think you do, which isn’t the same thing.” Copper turned around. “And those eggs. There was no excuse for that.”
“Eggs?” said Silver and looked genuinely baffled for a moment, before he gave a laugh. “Oh, those. Well, they were very pretty, and no one was looking after them properly.”
Copper remained unamused. “Nevertheless, I want to see any items before you remove or alter them.”
“There was another set of crown jewels, wasn’t there?” Jet put in. “Lead said, a century or so ago -”
“Well, it would be truer to say that we rescued those,” said Silver. “Copper, you remember? We merely took them from the thieves - soldiers -”
Copper moved over. “Silver. My point remains. After all, do I need to remind you of what happened the first time?”
“The first time?” Silver said, as he replaced his handkerchief in his pocket.
“A long time ago, I know,” said Copper, “but you haven’t changed, Silver. And I haven’t forgotten.”
“Oh, I’m sure you haven’t,” said Silver, flickering a dark glance at his fellow technician. “You never do.”
“I asked you to dispose of that sword safely. After I had ascertained that the problem lay with the rock itself rather than the weapon, you removed it and then what did you do?”
“Well, somebody wanted it,” said Silver, with a shrug. “It seemed like the easiest solution. You know, I’ve never understood why everyone made such a fuss about that...”
***
NB. The missing items referred to (though it goes slightly against the spirit of the prompt): 1. Diamond necklace belonging to the Maharaja of Patiata (c. 1948); 2. Theft of the Irish crown jewels from a safe (1907); 3. 8 missing Faberge eggs, formerly belonging to the Tsars of Russia (c.WWII); 4. Polish crown jewels, stolen by German soldiers in 1809 and never found. I'm sure I don't need to explain the last one, merely apologise for the silliness.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth -- Comments there:
Author:
lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 739
Characters/Pairings: Silver, Copper, Jet
Warnings None. (Dubious historical silliness?)
Summary: Silver’s got a history with royal residences - and royal property.
(Prompt 97: silver - Snowed in & Noodle incident. It’s very likely I would have written this sooner had I known that a noodle incident was not necessarily a thing that involved noodles. These prompts are very instructive. Ha.
All incidents referred to in here, barring two which are my own invention, refer to actual historical/legendary items. At least, according to the internet.)
***
Jet put her hand to the glass of the window, looking upward and outward. “I don’t think this snow is natural.”
“Interesting,” said Silver, moving across the room to peer out over her shoulder. “Worrying, perhaps. And it does seem to be getting worse.”
Copper was surveying the interior of the building with misgivings. It was old, older than most houses, with large rooms, full of faded furniture and aged grandeur. “Hmm. I hope this isn’t a palace, or something of that nature. It could be. It’s certainly not an ordinary residence.”
“Does that make a difference?” Jet asked. “Something to do with the trigger, you think?”
“Not as far as I know,” said Copper, and glared at his other colleague. “It’s likely, of course. However, if it is, Silver, you should be careful for once.”
“I wasn’t doing anything,” said Silver, leaning against the panelled wall and looking hurt. “Yet.”
“You have a history with these sorts of places,” Copper pointed out. “As we both know. Remember, Silver, to check with me before you remove any items. It may be tiresome, but the disappearance of objects that have significance to a large number of people can become a potential trigger in itself.”
Silver raised his eyebrows. “I don’t know what you mean. I have never -”
“That business with the diamonds,” Copper reminded him.
Jet grinned. “Oh, yes. I was there. That castle by the river, with the crown -”
“I was trying to reduplicate a safe copy precisely because I knew that particular diamond would be missed,” Silver said, frowning at the unfairness of the accusation. “It wasn’t my fault that it proved so uncooperative and the rest of the collection - ah - rather less so.”
Jet leant against him briefly, a teasing push. “Took some sorting out, though, didn’t it? They thought they must be forgeries and then we had to -”
“No, no,” said Copper. “The necklace, Silver. About twenty or so years ago - some distance from here - a warm country, nothing like this.”
Silver pulled out his handkerchief and became absorbed in polishing one of his tools.
“Necklace?” asked Jet, her mouth twisting into a smile. “Silver.”
“Diamonds,” Silver said crossly, “aren’t easy to come by when you need them. And I left the ones we weren’t using. What else did you expect me to do?”
Copper glared at him. “It’s still careless. It was missed. You could at least have put it back in its place or made a copy.”
“There was thing with that woman’s skirt,” added Jet. “She was a queen, wasn’t she?”
“There was a reason for that!”
“And was there a reason for the set of crown jewels you removed from the safe?” Copper asked. “If I had known that was what you were doing -”
“Yes, you’d have interfered, no doubt,” said Silver. “No one was using them and they were precisely what we wanted. You shouldn’t worry so much, Copper. I know what I’m doing.”
“You think you do, which isn’t the same thing.” Copper turned around. “And those eggs. There was no excuse for that.”
“Eggs?” said Silver and looked genuinely baffled for a moment, before he gave a laugh. “Oh, those. Well, they were very pretty, and no one was looking after them properly.”
Copper remained unamused. “Nevertheless, I want to see any items before you remove or alter them.”
“There was another set of crown jewels, wasn’t there?” Jet put in. “Lead said, a century or so ago -”
“Well, it would be truer to say that we rescued those,” said Silver. “Copper, you remember? We merely took them from the thieves - soldiers -”
Copper moved over. “Silver. My point remains. After all, do I need to remind you of what happened the first time?”
“The first time?” Silver said, as he replaced his handkerchief in his pocket.
“A long time ago, I know,” said Copper, “but you haven’t changed, Silver. And I haven’t forgotten.”
“Oh, I’m sure you haven’t,” said Silver, flickering a dark glance at his fellow technician. “You never do.”
“I asked you to dispose of that sword safely. After I had ascertained that the problem lay with the rock itself rather than the weapon, you removed it and then what did you do?”
“Well, somebody wanted it,” said Silver, with a shrug. “It seemed like the easiest solution. You know, I’ve never understood why everyone made such a fuss about that...”
***
NB. The missing items referred to (though it goes slightly against the spirit of the prompt): 1. Diamond necklace belonging to the Maharaja of Patiata (c. 1948); 2. Theft of the Irish crown jewels from a safe (1907); 3. 8 missing Faberge eggs, formerly belonging to the Tsars of Russia (c.WWII); 4. Polish crown jewels, stolen by German soldiers in 1809 and never found. I'm sure I don't need to explain the last one, merely apologise for the silliness.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth -- Comments there: