Undercover Challenge: Searching
Title: Searching
Author: memories_child
SPOILERS: This Is Not Happening
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Byers/Scully
WORD COUNT: 212
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for the 'undercover' prompt at thedrabblefiles.
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Byers winces as Scully - Not Scully, Joan, he thinks to himself - grips his hands.
"Um, Joan. Honey. You're holding on a little tight."
Scully looks down absently and releases her grip.
"Sorry, Bob. I'm a bit nervous, you know?"
Byers nods. He scans the room he and Scully entered thirty minutes ago. People hang around the walls, staying on the edges - the periphery. He watches for a shock of grey hair, a lined face. He sees nothing.
"Do you think he's here?" he mutters.
"I don't know. Let's ask."
Before he can reply Scully tugs him to an alcove where a short, squat man with ginger hair sips a Coke. He glowers at them, baleful and suspicious.
"I'm awful sorry for disturbing you," she begins. Byers closes his eyes - her Southern drawl is sure to give them away, he thinks, and then they'll be thrown out. Or worse. "But we're looking for a friend of ours. Bought Bob's height, lil bit taller. Grey hair. You'd know him if you saw him."
Ginger hair shakes his head. "Sounds like Jeremiah," he says. "But I ain't seen him for a while now."
Scully nods her thanks and turns away, Byers trailing behind her.
"Hope you find him." Ginger hair calls after them.
Author: memories_child
SPOILERS: This Is Not Happening
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Byers/Scully
WORD COUNT: 212
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for the 'undercover' prompt at thedrabblefiles.
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Byers winces as Scully - Not Scully, Joan, he thinks to himself - grips his hands.
"Um, Joan. Honey. You're holding on a little tight."
Scully looks down absently and releases her grip.
"Sorry, Bob. I'm a bit nervous, you know?"
Byers nods. He scans the room he and Scully entered thirty minutes ago. People hang around the walls, staying on the edges - the periphery. He watches for a shock of grey hair, a lined face. He sees nothing.
"Do you think he's here?" he mutters.
"I don't know. Let's ask."
Before he can reply Scully tugs him to an alcove where a short, squat man with ginger hair sips a Coke. He glowers at them, baleful and suspicious.
"I'm awful sorry for disturbing you," she begins. Byers closes his eyes - her Southern drawl is sure to give them away, he thinks, and then they'll be thrown out. Or worse. "But we're looking for a friend of ours. Bought Bob's height, lil bit taller. Grey hair. You'd know him if you saw him."
Ginger hair shakes his head. "Sounds like Jeremiah," he says. "But I ain't seen him for a while now."
Scully nods her thanks and turns away, Byers trailing behind her.
"Hope you find him." Ginger hair calls after them.