fan fic: Drabble
Title: Bobby says You Need a Hobby
Pairing: None
Rating: PG, I curse a lot
From my forgotten and beloved Faithfullyverse. Set after "the incident" which requires Layne have a 24/7 babysitter to make her stay put and not get into trouble. It's Day 2 and surprise, it's boring at Bobby's place.
Layne would pace on the first floor of the house stretching her arms, stretching her legs, and repeatedly putting her hair up in a messy bun of dark brunette hair only to take it down a few minutes later. She'd huff and try to sit still. She'd try her best to focus on the television and it's endless litany of cheap mindless daytime programming. She'd stand up and start over with her hair, back into a messy bun and then she'd walk the house.
Bobby couldn't stand it anymore. As she stalked silently through the kitchen heading toward what used to be a high class dining room - now a work area with more books and documents spilling over what could possibly been a six or eight person dining table beneath - he caught her attention.
"You need a hobby," he snorted, dead pan and without any cruelty in his tone, but stern and serious nonetheless.
"Huh?"
Layne stopped mid stride and looked over her shoulder at Bobby. A puzzled expression clouded her face, especially her eyes. He'd surprised her by speaking as he'd been engrossed in a book the entire morning. She'd woken up and made breakfast for herself in silence while he poured over some stupid dusty brown book. He hadn't even scolded her for sneaking a sip of coffee he'd made for himself.
"A hobby," he continued, now raising his eyes from the pages of his latest read, focusing them on her, "Something you do to keep busy,"
"I -" She fell at a loss for words, something that did not happen to Layne often as she usually had a come-back for anything Dean, Sam or Laura could hurl at her while they'd been on the road.
She rolled her eyes thinking of the three of them stuffed in the Impala, without her, heading for Yellowstone while she sat, rather paced, at Bobby's bored out of her mind. Happy to avoid focusing on where she'd rather be and her jealousy over not being there she ignored her rabbit trail and considered Bobby's statement more thoroughly.
"Hobby? Like knitting baby booties perhaps? Or, I know!" She sarcastically grinned way beyond her believable acting range, "I could whip up Dean a charming sweater. Maybe make a hat for Sam? A purse for Laura? Oh, I could really go wild and start doing hemp necklaces. Maybe then I could BEDAZZLE something. I could make you some sweet-ass plaid shirts with some bling all over it. You'd be the biggest pimp in South Dakota,"
"Gardening. It calms the mind," He retorted turning his eyes back to his book.
Layne frowned. She'd really hoped he'd want to argue about the bedazzling thing. She sighed and turned her head, continuing through the dining area. She needed a good argument. She really missed Dean. If nothing else, she could count on him to fall for every loaded word in a statement and get into a huge screaming debate with her. She sighed again, dropping ass first onto the couch, crossing her arms in a petulant stance. She pouted, watching the commercials for Flirty Girl Fitness. She wished One Life to Live would return from it's stupid commercial break. Before the end of the commercial, touting the "Bootie Buster Workout" as a bonus, she'd headed back into the dining room.
"What's there to garden around here?" she asked, her voice barely louder than a mumble.
Bobby shut the book and looked up at her. "Let's go to Wally World and find out,"
Layne's eyes got wide and then lit up. She clapped her hands and grinned. "YAY!"
Even if it were nothing more than a trip to Walmart it was a hell of a lot better than Flirty Girl Fitness, One Life to Live and pacing like a caged animal bored to high hell.
Pairing: None
Rating: PG, I curse a lot
From my forgotten and beloved Faithfullyverse. Set after "the incident" which requires Layne have a 24/7 babysitter to make her stay put and not get into trouble. It's Day 2 and surprise, it's boring at Bobby's place.
Layne would pace on the first floor of the house stretching her arms, stretching her legs, and repeatedly putting her hair up in a messy bun of dark brunette hair only to take it down a few minutes later. She'd huff and try to sit still. She'd try her best to focus on the television and it's endless litany of cheap mindless daytime programming. She'd stand up and start over with her hair, back into a messy bun and then she'd walk the house.
Bobby couldn't stand it anymore. As she stalked silently through the kitchen heading toward what used to be a high class dining room - now a work area with more books and documents spilling over what could possibly been a six or eight person dining table beneath - he caught her attention.
"You need a hobby," he snorted, dead pan and without any cruelty in his tone, but stern and serious nonetheless.
"Huh?"
Layne stopped mid stride and looked over her shoulder at Bobby. A puzzled expression clouded her face, especially her eyes. He'd surprised her by speaking as he'd been engrossed in a book the entire morning. She'd woken up and made breakfast for herself in silence while he poured over some stupid dusty brown book. He hadn't even scolded her for sneaking a sip of coffee he'd made for himself.
"A hobby," he continued, now raising his eyes from the pages of his latest read, focusing them on her, "Something you do to keep busy,"
"I -" She fell at a loss for words, something that did not happen to Layne often as she usually had a come-back for anything Dean, Sam or Laura could hurl at her while they'd been on the road.
She rolled her eyes thinking of the three of them stuffed in the Impala, without her, heading for Yellowstone while she sat, rather paced, at Bobby's bored out of her mind. Happy to avoid focusing on where she'd rather be and her jealousy over not being there she ignored her rabbit trail and considered Bobby's statement more thoroughly.
"Hobby? Like knitting baby booties perhaps? Or, I know!" She sarcastically grinned way beyond her believable acting range, "I could whip up Dean a charming sweater. Maybe make a hat for Sam? A purse for Laura? Oh, I could really go wild and start doing hemp necklaces. Maybe then I could BEDAZZLE something. I could make you some sweet-ass plaid shirts with some bling all over it. You'd be the biggest pimp in South Dakota,"
"Gardening. It calms the mind," He retorted turning his eyes back to his book.
Layne frowned. She'd really hoped he'd want to argue about the bedazzling thing. She sighed and turned her head, continuing through the dining area. She needed a good argument. She really missed Dean. If nothing else, she could count on him to fall for every loaded word in a statement and get into a huge screaming debate with her. She sighed again, dropping ass first onto the couch, crossing her arms in a petulant stance. She pouted, watching the commercials for Flirty Girl Fitness. She wished One Life to Live would return from it's stupid commercial break. Before the end of the commercial, touting the "Bootie Buster Workout" as a bonus, she'd headed back into the dining room.
"What's there to garden around here?" she asked, her voice barely louder than a mumble.
Bobby shut the book and looked up at her. "Let's go to Wally World and find out,"
Layne's eyes got wide and then lit up. She clapped her hands and grinned. "YAY!"
Even if it were nothing more than a trip to Walmart it was a hell of a lot better than Flirty Girl Fitness, One Life to Live and pacing like a caged animal bored to high hell.