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Author: etherealpenguin
'verse: The Hub
Title: Pretzel Combos Are Clearly Superior
Challenge: Sour Apple: 26. you didn't hear it from me; Cheeseburger: 13. tl;dr
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None Applicable
Word Count: 570
Summary: Apparently Combo flavor preferences aren't relevant, much to Trudy's chagrin. Follows directly after " You've Been Summoned."
Accompanied by a piece of toast that she'd stolen from Deacon, Trudy sat in front of her Alpha with as much silent respect as crunching on wheat toast would allow. His office was all clean lines, exuding nothing of the stuffiness that the other meeting room in the Pack House did. This room screamed that it was all about getting things done, and getting them done right.
Or, at least, usually it was. At the moment, Trudy wasn't quite sure what the point of her being called there was.
“'Sleeps with her cat in her room, though the cat appears to be fully feline in nature.'” Her Alpha read from one of Trudy's reports, his voice lacking inflection. He tossed that report aside, and skimmed another one, arching a thick blonde eyebrow.
For all she could tell, it seemed like her Alpha had called her in simply to chastise her reporting abilities - which, really, would hardly be fair, considering some of his briefs that she'd read.
He shook his head. “I doubt that knowing that the Fae woman prefers her pizza Combos to be plain, instead of 'the much superior pretzel version,' will be of any real tactical use, either.”
He dropped the paper, and finally looked up, his green eyes meeting Trudy's own. “I'm pulling you from her watch detail.”
Trudy's heart dropped, and she nearly choked on her toast. No, that couldn't happen. It wasn't fair. Okay, so maybe her reports hadn't always been the most interesting, but anything could be relevant, if it came down to it. “Sir?”
Her Alpha sighed, a deep, heavy, body-shaking sigh. “Nothing you've noticed in the past three weeks has indicated that this Alex will be a threat to us. So for the moment, I'm declaring her a neutral presence in the territory.” He waved haphazardly at the door. “But, of course, you're to keep that to yourself until I call the entire Pack in for a meeting later tonight. I just thought that I would save us both the trouble of going through another report.”
He stared Gertrude down, until she looked away, examining what little was left of her toast, and tilting her head slightly in subservience. He cleared his throat, and she looked back up. “You're dismissed.”
Trudy nodded and left the office as quickly as she could. She wasn't in any sort of trouble, not that she could tell. Which left Trudy feeling torn and clueless about why her heart felt like it had slowed, or why she felt like her entire body was being crushed in half.
Breakfast first, she decided. After all, Trudy always thought better on a full stomach, and she could smell the bacon that Deacon had made from here. And maybe, just maybe, having to deflect the questions about the meeting would help her to figure out her own feelings - and just why she suddenly felt so empty, now that her days and nights wouldn't be centered on some new girl with a horrible taste in snack foods.
'verse: The Hub
Title: Pretzel Combos Are Clearly Superior
Challenge: Sour Apple: 26. you didn't hear it from me; Cheeseburger: 13. tl;dr
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None Applicable
Word Count: 570
Summary: Apparently Combo flavor preferences aren't relevant, much to Trudy's chagrin. Follows directly after " You've Been Summoned."
Accompanied by a piece of toast that she'd stolen from Deacon, Trudy sat in front of her Alpha with as much silent respect as crunching on wheat toast would allow. His office was all clean lines, exuding nothing of the stuffiness that the other meeting room in the Pack House did. This room screamed that it was all about getting things done, and getting them done right.
Or, at least, usually it was. At the moment, Trudy wasn't quite sure what the point of her being called there was.
“'Sleeps with her cat in her room, though the cat appears to be fully feline in nature.'” Her Alpha read from one of Trudy's reports, his voice lacking inflection. He tossed that report aside, and skimmed another one, arching a thick blonde eyebrow.
For all she could tell, it seemed like her Alpha had called her in simply to chastise her reporting abilities - which, really, would hardly be fair, considering some of his briefs that she'd read.
He shook his head. “I doubt that knowing that the Fae woman prefers her pizza Combos to be plain, instead of 'the much superior pretzel version,' will be of any real tactical use, either.”
He dropped the paper, and finally looked up, his green eyes meeting Trudy's own. “I'm pulling you from her watch detail.”
Trudy's heart dropped, and she nearly choked on her toast. No, that couldn't happen. It wasn't fair. Okay, so maybe her reports hadn't always been the most interesting, but anything could be relevant, if it came down to it. “Sir?”
Her Alpha sighed, a deep, heavy, body-shaking sigh. “Nothing you've noticed in the past three weeks has indicated that this Alex will be a threat to us. So for the moment, I'm declaring her a neutral presence in the territory.” He waved haphazardly at the door. “But, of course, you're to keep that to yourself until I call the entire Pack in for a meeting later tonight. I just thought that I would save us both the trouble of going through another report.”
He stared Gertrude down, until she looked away, examining what little was left of her toast, and tilting her head slightly in subservience. He cleared his throat, and she looked back up. “You're dismissed.”
Trudy nodded and left the office as quickly as she could. She wasn't in any sort of trouble, not that she could tell. Which left Trudy feeling torn and clueless about why her heart felt like it had slowed, or why she felt like her entire body was being crushed in half.
Breakfast first, she decided. After all, Trudy always thought better on a full stomach, and she could smell the bacon that Deacon had made from here. And maybe, just maybe, having to deflect the questions about the meeting would help her to figure out her own feelings - and just why she suddenly felt so empty, now that her days and nights wouldn't be centered on some new girl with a horrible taste in snack foods.