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Hey guys. I just joined and I figured I'd need to bring something to...er, celebrate. That, and I'm also hardly active at any of the communities I've joined so I've resolved to be more involved! (That rhymed...how embarrassing.)
Anyways, here's something I wrote a while ago. It's kind of...old. Like Snake. (Bad joke.)
Title: Mysophobia (Fear of Being Contaminated)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: slight DavexHal
Notes: I copied this straight from my ffnet account. I hope it's somewhat decent.
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There was a loud crash in the kitchen, followed by a hissed curse. Transitioning out of his dream with a jolt, Hal sat up and rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses and stumbled off towards the kitchen.
“Dave, what happened?”
There was no coherent reply, just a grumble.
Flipping on the lights, Hal found his partner standing frozen in the middle of the kitchen, glass of milk in one hand, M9 pistol in the other. He also found that Dave was also only wearing his sweatpants. Glancing down, he saw a t-shirt lying on the ground, two M9 bullets poking out of the cloth. Next to it was a shattered glass and a pool of milk that was slowly seeping into Dave’s shirt.
“Dave…what happened?” The smaller man asked again.
“Nothing, nothing,” the solider growled, voice still thick with the sleep he hadn’t quite shaken off. He set his second glass on the counter and his M9 next to it. “Go back to sleep, Hal.”
The programmer gave his partner a ‘no really, what the fuck happened’ look. Upon noticing, Dave’s frown deepened.
“Look, I…,” the soldier hesitated. “I wasn’t fully awake. My hand slipped, so I went back, got myself another glass, and I was planning on cleaning up the mess...” Dave trailed off.
He knew Dave and his nightly ritual of going to the kitchen to get a glass of milk, but he’d always figured that his friend, being a master of tactical espionage and sneaking missions and the like, would’ve been more…well, careful, sleepy or not. To actually have an accident like thi- wait.
“You were going to clean up the mess with your shirt?” Hal asked suspiciously.
“Uh…yeah. I was, uh…didn’t want to go through the trouble of getting a towel.” Dave answered.
“And you decided that an M9 would help in some way?”
“Well, that’s what you usually do, right?”
It was probably the most pitiful attempt at a lie that Hal had ever heard coming from anyone. He just continued to stare at the other man.
Dave scratched the back of his head, looking down at the spilled milk. “Yeah……well, goodnight,” he mumbled quickly and tried to duck back into the bedroom.
“Ooh, no, Dave,” Hal warned, grabbing the other by the hem of his pants as he rushed by. “I’m not going to clean this up.”
“Well, me neither!” Dave replied quickly.
“And why not?!” Hal exclaimed, already getting annoyed.
Dave shrugged. “I d-… I dunno. It’s your job…?” He smiled.
Hal opened and closed his mouth in exasperation. “Wha..my job?!” he cried. “What do you mean my job?! Am I your slave or something?!”
Trying to play it off with humor, Dave laughed. “No, no. I just mean that…you’re better at it, you know, since you’re more feminine.”
“I’m what?”
“Well, you’re skinnier, weaker, and you’re always on the bottom…”
“Dave!” Hal rolled his eyes. “We are getting off topic!”
The older man’s smile instantly faded, reminded of what he had been trying to avoid. Seeing his partner’s glare, he knew there was no other way out of it.
“Okay, so…it was a bug.”
Hal raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”
Dave sighed, “I mean, it’s what caused this.” He motioned at the puddle. “I was getting a glass of milk and I saw this cockroach on the ground, and I kinda…got scared, I dunno.”
For a second, all Hal could do was stare. After it all sank in, the hacker burst out laughing. “You have got to be kidding!”
The solider scowled. “It’s not that funny…”
“Why didn’t you tell me? And since when was the tough, legendary hero, Snake, afraid of a cockroach?”
Dave frowned again at Hal. “Ever since Big Shell…In the bottom of Strut A, there was this…cockroach infestation down there and it was disgusting,” the soldier grumbled. “And why do you think I didn’t tell you?”
All of the anger gone, replaced with simple affection, Hal smiled up at the other man. “Fine, I’ll clean this up. Go back to sleep.”
Dave smiled back sleepily, and gave Hal a small kiss on the neck as he walked by. “Thanks.”
As the older man made his way back into bed, Hal lifted the shirt to, indeed, find a cockroach. “I’m always on the bottom, huh?” He mused to himself. He looked down at the bug, crawling around on the tiled kitchen floor. “I don’t know about that…”
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SuperEnzie @ ffnet...if you're interested.
Anyways, here's something I wrote a while ago. It's kind of...old. Like Snake. (Bad joke.)
Title: Mysophobia (Fear of Being Contaminated)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: slight DavexHal
Notes: I copied this straight from my ffnet account. I hope it's somewhat decent.
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There was a loud crash in the kitchen, followed by a hissed curse. Transitioning out of his dream with a jolt, Hal sat up and rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses and stumbled off towards the kitchen.
“Dave, what happened?”
There was no coherent reply, just a grumble.
Flipping on the lights, Hal found his partner standing frozen in the middle of the kitchen, glass of milk in one hand, M9 pistol in the other. He also found that Dave was also only wearing his sweatpants. Glancing down, he saw a t-shirt lying on the ground, two M9 bullets poking out of the cloth. Next to it was a shattered glass and a pool of milk that was slowly seeping into Dave’s shirt.
“Dave…what happened?” The smaller man asked again.
“Nothing, nothing,” the solider growled, voice still thick with the sleep he hadn’t quite shaken off. He set his second glass on the counter and his M9 next to it. “Go back to sleep, Hal.”
The programmer gave his partner a ‘no really, what the fuck happened’ look. Upon noticing, Dave’s frown deepened.
“Look, I…,” the soldier hesitated. “I wasn’t fully awake. My hand slipped, so I went back, got myself another glass, and I was planning on cleaning up the mess...” Dave trailed off.
He knew Dave and his nightly ritual of going to the kitchen to get a glass of milk, but he’d always figured that his friend, being a master of tactical espionage and sneaking missions and the like, would’ve been more…well, careful, sleepy or not. To actually have an accident like thi- wait.
“You were going to clean up the mess with your shirt?” Hal asked suspiciously.
“Uh…yeah. I was, uh…didn’t want to go through the trouble of getting a towel.” Dave answered.
“And you decided that an M9 would help in some way?”
“Well, that’s what you usually do, right?”
It was probably the most pitiful attempt at a lie that Hal had ever heard coming from anyone. He just continued to stare at the other man.
Dave scratched the back of his head, looking down at the spilled milk. “Yeah……well, goodnight,” he mumbled quickly and tried to duck back into the bedroom.
“Ooh, no, Dave,” Hal warned, grabbing the other by the hem of his pants as he rushed by. “I’m not going to clean this up.”
“Well, me neither!” Dave replied quickly.
“And why not?!” Hal exclaimed, already getting annoyed.
Dave shrugged. “I d-… I dunno. It’s your job…?” He smiled.
Hal opened and closed his mouth in exasperation. “Wha..my job?!” he cried. “What do you mean my job?! Am I your slave or something?!”
Trying to play it off with humor, Dave laughed. “No, no. I just mean that…you’re better at it, you know, since you’re more feminine.”
“I’m what?”
“Well, you’re skinnier, weaker, and you’re always on the bottom…”
“Dave!” Hal rolled his eyes. “We are getting off topic!”
The older man’s smile instantly faded, reminded of what he had been trying to avoid. Seeing his partner’s glare, he knew there was no other way out of it.
“Okay, so…it was a bug.”
Hal raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”
Dave sighed, “I mean, it’s what caused this.” He motioned at the puddle. “I was getting a glass of milk and I saw this cockroach on the ground, and I kinda…got scared, I dunno.”
For a second, all Hal could do was stare. After it all sank in, the hacker burst out laughing. “You have got to be kidding!”
The solider scowled. “It’s not that funny…”
“Why didn’t you tell me? And since when was the tough, legendary hero, Snake, afraid of a cockroach?”
Dave frowned again at Hal. “Ever since Big Shell…In the bottom of Strut A, there was this…cockroach infestation down there and it was disgusting,” the soldier grumbled. “And why do you think I didn’t tell you?”
All of the anger gone, replaced with simple affection, Hal smiled up at the other man. “Fine, I’ll clean this up. Go back to sleep.”
Dave smiled back sleepily, and gave Hal a small kiss on the neck as he walked by. “Thanks.”
As the older man made his way back into bed, Hal lifted the shirt to, indeed, find a cockroach. “I’m always on the bottom, huh?” He mused to himself. He looked down at the bug, crawling around on the tiled kitchen floor. “I don’t know about that…”
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SuperEnzie @ ffnet...if you're interested.