numb3rs/silverhawks crossover drabble
Title: Don't picture this.
Prompt: #256:Crumple.
Pairings/Characters: Colby, Charlie; the Copper Kid.
Rating: PG
Summary: Colby tries to talk to the Copper Kid, who shoots Charlie's banana.
Word Count: 174
Spoilers:
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters.
Notes: Crossover with Silverhawks.
Warnings: be very careful reading this, if you only like Charlie for his analogies. ;)
note:
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"He our witness?" Charlie asked.
"Not sure," Colby said. "He hasn't said a word."
"Not a thing?"
"Plenty of things, just no words. Speaking of, what's with the banana?"
"It was the only one left at the market," Charlie said. "Don't worry, it comes with a great story."
More whistling from the possible witness.
"Are you lost?" Colby asked again.
The answer was a descending hum-tone.
Colby sighed. This naked boy - assuming the copper plates were skin and not armor - didn't seem to have a language of words, just of sounds whose tonal variations seemed more important than the sounds themselves.
"Okay," Charlie said, waving the banana about, "now think of it like -"
The Copper Kid bowed swiftly and fired a laser from the flat of his shoulder.
Half the banana was now vaporized.
Charlie backed up so fast he nearly fell and crumpled into a self-protecting little ball, and Colby didn't blame him for that reaction.
"What?" he asked the still-slightly-dazed Copper Kid, who'd mistaken the food for a tentacle.
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the end
Prompt: #256:Crumple.
Pairings/Characters: Colby, Charlie; the Copper Kid.
Rating: PG
Summary: Colby tries to talk to the Copper Kid, who shoots Charlie's banana.
Word Count: 174
Spoilers:
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters.
Notes: Crossover with Silverhawks.
Warnings: be very careful reading this, if you only like Charlie for his analogies. ;)
note:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"He our witness?" Charlie asked.
"Not sure," Colby said. "He hasn't said a word."
"Not a thing?"
"Plenty of things, just no words. Speaking of, what's with the banana?"
"It was the only one left at the market," Charlie said. "Don't worry, it comes with a great story."
More whistling from the possible witness.
"Are you lost?" Colby asked again.
The answer was a descending hum-tone.
Colby sighed. This naked boy - assuming the copper plates were skin and not armor - didn't seem to have a language of words, just of sounds whose tonal variations seemed more important than the sounds themselves.
"Okay," Charlie said, waving the banana about, "now think of it like -"
The Copper Kid bowed swiftly and fired a laser from the flat of his shoulder.
Half the banana was now vaporized.
Charlie backed up so fast he nearly fell and crumpled into a self-protecting little ball, and Colby didn't blame him for that reaction.
"What?" he asked the still-slightly-dazed Copper Kid, who'd mistaken the food for a tentacle.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
the end