Warehouse 13 comment fic
Title: A Bit of Normal
Prompt: Claudia & Joshua; she visits her brother and, miracle of miracles, everything remains calm.
Word Count: 175
Spoilers for 2x13 "Secret Santa" episode!
It's been a while since they've been in the same country, let alone the same room. Last Christmas was loads of fun, what with finding the perfect present for Artie and being surrounded by everyone she considers family - but it was hectic like only something involving a Claudia Donovan original scheme can be. This year it's quiet with just the two of them, no artifacts to manufacture good cheer or wildly unexpected kisses. The radio plays in the background as she helps Joshua decorate his small apartment in red and green.
It's only when she's curled on the bed, almost reaching the shores of sleep, that Claudia realizes the day was serene compared to her usual routine. Nothing blew up or tried to harm her, it was only her mile-a-minute mouth regaling Joshua with the latest Warehouse hijinks or the escapades of Pete the Ferret that constituted the craziest part of the day. The young genius isn't sure she'd want every day to be like this, but it was a welcome change of pace.
Title: A Splash of Color
Prompt: Artie/Claudia (father/daughter), "What's the deal with your hair?"
Word Count: 282
Artie watched the young woman at the computer, one hand propping up her head as she read through lines of code for her latest project. He took a seat in his chair and pushed off, rolling across the floor to halt next to Claudia. He mimicked her position and waited for her to catch on. It didn't take long.
The redhead turned to face him warily. “Do I have something on my face?” Artie's eyes looked at the bright blue streak in the red hair. He could have sworn it was purple just last week. Claudia fingered the color, twirling it around and around - yelping when it got caught in her ring.
She was busy disentangling the blue from silver and Artie pounced. “What's the deal with your hair?” The woman looked up, tugging sharply to get her finger free.
“I didn't realize there was a dress code for this place,” Claudia retorted, lifting an eyebrow at Artie's untucked shirt. He ran his hands down the worn material, smoothing out the wrinkles as she laughed. The older man glared, lifting his hands away quickly.
“There's no deal,” she made air quotes “with my hair. I just like to have a bit of fun and it always pissed off my foster mother something terrible.” Claudia grinned wickedly. “It's easy to do. Were you thinking red or purple, Artie? I think red might clash with your skin tone right now...” she trailed off as he clenched his fists.
“Inventory!” Artie barked. Claudia jumped out of her chair, making a beeline for the door as Artie continued to mutter threats of inventory duty for the next week.
Title: A Matter of Perception
Prompt: Claudia, It was easier to be taken seriously as a boy...
Word Count: 466
Note: set before 2x11 "Buried" happened.
Claudia knew how society worked, patriarchal to its last dying breath, white male liberty all around. She was sure HG would agree with her, but the Brit had decided to work on something in the Warehouse instead of going out with them. The nineteen year old was out to prove a point to Pete, that guys did have it easier. She tugged on one sports bra, then another, looking in the mirror with a grim smile. It would have to do. A t-shirt followed, then a man's button-up shirt that would be left open. The girl grinned as she pulled on her own jeans, thankful that the trend of guys wearing girls' jeans had made it to Univille. At least she would be comfortable standing in line.
The redhead pinned her hair up, tugging a knit beanie down over it. There was one more item she needed... Claudia cleared out the desk drawer, lifting up the false bottom for the ids she'd used to have fun under her foster mother's thumb. The South Dakota driver's license had cost her, but it would allow “Joshua Donovan” to go drinking with Pete and Myka tonight.
She made her way down the stairs of Leena's B&B, sprawling out on the couch to wait for the Pete and Myka. The Secret Service agents did a double take when they entered the room. “Uhh, are you waiting for-” Claudia jumped up, smirking at Pete's comical expression.
“Just waiting for you guys! Ready to get your drink on?” The man surveyed her outfit and shook his head.
“I'm going to ignore the age thing, 'cause I'm sure you have that covered.” he muttered, leading the way to the black SUV. Claudia grinned widely and followed Myka out the door.
The drive to Featherhead was quick enough, Claudia listening to the latest adventure in the artifact-finding business that had involved Pete in an auto shop for the tires from James Dean's car. The trio made their way to the line for a nightclub, Claudia keeping a tally of every whistle and catcall that Myka's outfit drew. The woman groaned at the truly terrible pick-up line the guy standing behind them used. The follow up from he guy with way too much product in his hair earned an unseen eyeroll as Pete snickered. Myka leveled a glare at them, then jerked forward. She whirled around.
“No, don't even start. If you even think about talking to me again in an attempt to get somewhere with me, I promise you won't like it.” Myka snarled. “And if your hands come anywhere near me, I will have you arrested for assault.” She smiled sweetly at him as Claudia doubled over in laughter.
It was easier as a boy.
Prompt: Claudia & Joshua; she visits her brother and, miracle of miracles, everything remains calm.
Word Count: 175
Spoilers for 2x13 "Secret Santa" episode!
It's been a while since they've been in the same country, let alone the same room. Last Christmas was loads of fun, what with finding the perfect present for Artie and being surrounded by everyone she considers family - but it was hectic like only something involving a Claudia Donovan original scheme can be. This year it's quiet with just the two of them, no artifacts to manufacture good cheer or wildly unexpected kisses. The radio plays in the background as she helps Joshua decorate his small apartment in red and green.
It's only when she's curled on the bed, almost reaching the shores of sleep, that Claudia realizes the day was serene compared to her usual routine. Nothing blew up or tried to harm her, it was only her mile-a-minute mouth regaling Joshua with the latest Warehouse hijinks or the escapades of Pete the Ferret that constituted the craziest part of the day. The young genius isn't sure she'd want every day to be like this, but it was a welcome change of pace.
Title: A Splash of Color
Prompt: Artie/Claudia (father/daughter), "What's the deal with your hair?"
Word Count: 282
Artie watched the young woman at the computer, one hand propping up her head as she read through lines of code for her latest project. He took a seat in his chair and pushed off, rolling across the floor to halt next to Claudia. He mimicked her position and waited for her to catch on. It didn't take long.
The redhead turned to face him warily. “Do I have something on my face?” Artie's eyes looked at the bright blue streak in the red hair. He could have sworn it was purple just last week. Claudia fingered the color, twirling it around and around - yelping when it got caught in her ring.
She was busy disentangling the blue from silver and Artie pounced. “What's the deal with your hair?” The woman looked up, tugging sharply to get her finger free.
“I didn't realize there was a dress code for this place,” Claudia retorted, lifting an eyebrow at Artie's untucked shirt. He ran his hands down the worn material, smoothing out the wrinkles as she laughed. The older man glared, lifting his hands away quickly.
“There's no deal,” she made air quotes “with my hair. I just like to have a bit of fun and it always pissed off my foster mother something terrible.” Claudia grinned wickedly. “It's easy to do. Were you thinking red or purple, Artie? I think red might clash with your skin tone right now...” she trailed off as he clenched his fists.
“Inventory!” Artie barked. Claudia jumped out of her chair, making a beeline for the door as Artie continued to mutter threats of inventory duty for the next week.
Title: A Matter of Perception
Prompt: Claudia, It was easier to be taken seriously as a boy...
Word Count: 466
Note: set before 2x11 "Buried" happened.
Claudia knew how society worked, patriarchal to its last dying breath, white male liberty all around. She was sure HG would agree with her, but the Brit had decided to work on something in the Warehouse instead of going out with them. The nineteen year old was out to prove a point to Pete, that guys did have it easier. She tugged on one sports bra, then another, looking in the mirror with a grim smile. It would have to do. A t-shirt followed, then a man's button-up shirt that would be left open. The girl grinned as she pulled on her own jeans, thankful that the trend of guys wearing girls' jeans had made it to Univille. At least she would be comfortable standing in line.
The redhead pinned her hair up, tugging a knit beanie down over it. There was one more item she needed... Claudia cleared out the desk drawer, lifting up the false bottom for the ids she'd used to have fun under her foster mother's thumb. The South Dakota driver's license had cost her, but it would allow “Joshua Donovan” to go drinking with Pete and Myka tonight.
She made her way down the stairs of Leena's B&B, sprawling out on the couch to wait for the Pete and Myka. The Secret Service agents did a double take when they entered the room. “Uhh, are you waiting for-” Claudia jumped up, smirking at Pete's comical expression.
“Just waiting for you guys! Ready to get your drink on?” The man surveyed her outfit and shook his head.
“I'm going to ignore the age thing, 'cause I'm sure you have that covered.” he muttered, leading the way to the black SUV. Claudia grinned widely and followed Myka out the door.
The drive to Featherhead was quick enough, Claudia listening to the latest adventure in the artifact-finding business that had involved Pete in an auto shop for the tires from James Dean's car. The trio made their way to the line for a nightclub, Claudia keeping a tally of every whistle and catcall that Myka's outfit drew. The woman groaned at the truly terrible pick-up line the guy standing behind them used. The follow up from he guy with way too much product in his hair earned an unseen eyeroll as Pete snickered. Myka leveled a glare at them, then jerked forward. She whirled around.
“No, don't even start. If you even think about talking to me again in an attempt to get somewhere with me, I promise you won't like it.” Myka snarled. “And if your hands come anywhere near me, I will have you arrested for assault.” She smiled sweetly at him as Claudia doubled over in laughter.
It was easier as a boy.