Original: Cordy's Chaos
Title: Cordy's Chaos
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Joe and Cordy
Rating: G
Summary: Multi-tasking is only successful when you remember all the tasks...
Warning: *Written for Weekly Quick Fic #2 at writerverse. Prompt: Copper and Wind Chimes, with a side of Anything That Can Go Wrong Will Go Wrong
Disclaimer: EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspiration comes from tvrealm, Team Chiller and the Team TV Show challenge, with thanks.
Joe stood in the doorway, watching his niece with one eyebrow raised. She was leaning over the table, a pile of metal bits and twine surrounding her. There was an odd smell coming from the stove, behind her, which made Joe's nose twitch.
"Cordelia," he called, standing straight when she jumped and sent the pile clinking and clinking to the floor, rolling and bouncing in every direction.
"Crimany!" she called, wincing at the impromptu orchestra. Once the last piece of metal came to rest on the floorboard, Cordy looked up to Joe and made a face.
"What are you doing?" Joe asked as he bent down and reached for the scrap of pipe next to his boot. Holding the bit of metal up, he eyed the bronze color and looked at Cordy. "Is this copper?"
Cordy, who was on her hand and knees, scooping up as much of her project as she could, looked up for a moment. "I bought it."
Joe made a face and lowered his hand, glancing toward the oven as the smell was becoming stronger. "How can you afford to be buying copper?" He made good money, but not enough for the fancy metal.
"It's the bits they can't use," Cordy replied, finally standing and dumping all the pieces onto the table. "I was trying to make chimes for Del. She said she liked-" Her eyes went wide as Joe opened the oven and a dark cloud of smoke emerged. The next word Cordy uttered caused Joe to turn and look at her, wide-eyed.
Cordy's hand clapped over her mouth, her own eyes wide.
Joe turned back to the oven and pulled out the charred remains of their dinner. "You are not allowed to go to the docks any more," he told her. Turning back to look at what was left of dinner, Joe made a face and hoped that she'd learned that word at the docks and not from him.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Joe and Cordy
Rating: G
Summary: Multi-tasking is only successful when you remember all the tasks...
Warning: *Written for Weekly Quick Fic #2 at writerverse. Prompt: Copper and Wind Chimes, with a side of Anything That Can Go Wrong Will Go Wrong
Disclaimer: EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspiration comes from tvrealm, Team Chiller and the Team TV Show challenge, with thanks.
Joe stood in the doorway, watching his niece with one eyebrow raised. She was leaning over the table, a pile of metal bits and twine surrounding her. There was an odd smell coming from the stove, behind her, which made Joe's nose twitch.
"Cordelia," he called, standing straight when she jumped and sent the pile clinking and clinking to the floor, rolling and bouncing in every direction.
"Crimany!" she called, wincing at the impromptu orchestra. Once the last piece of metal came to rest on the floorboard, Cordy looked up to Joe and made a face.
"What are you doing?" Joe asked as he bent down and reached for the scrap of pipe next to his boot. Holding the bit of metal up, he eyed the bronze color and looked at Cordy. "Is this copper?"
Cordy, who was on her hand and knees, scooping up as much of her project as she could, looked up for a moment. "I bought it."
Joe made a face and lowered his hand, glancing toward the oven as the smell was becoming stronger. "How can you afford to be buying copper?" He made good money, but not enough for the fancy metal.
"It's the bits they can't use," Cordy replied, finally standing and dumping all the pieces onto the table. "I was trying to make chimes for Del. She said she liked-" Her eyes went wide as Joe opened the oven and a dark cloud of smoke emerged. The next word Cordy uttered caused Joe to turn and look at her, wide-eyed.
Cordy's hand clapped over her mouth, her own eyes wide.
Joe turned back to the oven and pulled out the charred remains of their dinner. "You are not allowed to go to the docks any more," he told her. Turning back to look at what was left of dinner, Joe made a face and hoped that she'd learned that word at the docks and not from him.