Fic: This is Not a Test (1/1)
Author: i-must-go-first
Words: 1,819
Rating: K+
Summary: Sharon helps Rusty navigate between failure and success. My first little mothership venture. I think it fits in nicely with the "home" challenge.
Note: Set after 2.02, "False Pretenses." Spoilery. Thanks to ubiquitousmixie for saving me from myself with the beta.
This is Not a Test
1.
Sharon is writing something on the white board when Rusty makes his usual unobtrusive entrance into the Murder Room. She seems not to notice him, her attention focused on - well, whatever. Probably a murder. Almost definitely a murder. Depending on his mood, Rusty sometimes tries to read as much of the information on the board as he can take in at one go, before someone chases him off like he’s a clueless kid. He likes to know about Sharon’s investigations before he sees them on the news. It helps him decipher the thoughts of the quiet, self-contained woman whose space he inhabits, and that is reassuring.
Today he has his own problems, and is content to fly under the radar. He turns, silent on his sneakers, and retraces his steps to the break room.
By rote, he buys himself a Coke.
Words: 1,819
Rating: K+
Summary: Sharon helps Rusty navigate between failure and success. My first little mothership venture. I think it fits in nicely with the "home" challenge.
Note: Set after 2.02, "False Pretenses." Spoilery. Thanks to ubiquitousmixie for saving me from myself with the beta.
This is Not a Test
1.
Sharon is writing something on the white board when Rusty makes his usual unobtrusive entrance into the Murder Room. She seems not to notice him, her attention focused on - well, whatever. Probably a murder. Almost definitely a murder. Depending on his mood, Rusty sometimes tries to read as much of the information on the board as he can take in at one go, before someone chases him off like he’s a clueless kid. He likes to know about Sharon’s investigations before he sees them on the news. It helps him decipher the thoughts of the quiet, self-contained woman whose space he inhabits, and that is reassuring.
Today he has his own problems, and is content to fly under the radar. He turns, silent on his sneakers, and retraces his steps to the break room.
By rote, he buys himself a Coke.