Fanfic advent day 11
Tumblr prompt for the Agent Carter OT3: "I can't forgive you if you won't talk to me." Posted here on Tumblr.
"This is completely ridiculous."
"You're telling me?" Daniel said, and it occurred to him that if Jack, of all people, was being the voice of reason around here, things had gone badly off the rails.
"I was also referring to you."
Any goodwill he'd been harboring toward Jack collapsed. "Oh, come on, are you seriously taking Peggy's side in this?"
Jack stared at him. "No; it's just that I cannot believe that after ten years of me fighting with Peggy, and you fighting with me, I am actually having to mediate between the two of you. This is just wrong."
"I'm not seeing a whole lot of actual mediating going on here," Daniel muttered, not quite wanting to admit that Jack might kinda have a point.
"Oh, it's mediating you want? Fine." Jack threw the back door open. "Peggy!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs.
Peggy, who was only about fifteen feet away, looked up from aggressively pruning the rosebushes. "Nothing that is happening here is any of your business, Jack."
"Get in here and talk to Sousa before his moping gives me hives."
"There are a lot of rocks out here, Jack. Kindly don't make me throw one at you."
"Wouldn't be the first time," Jack muttered, and then announced, "Daniel, the door's open; go out there and talk to her."
"She's carrying pruning shears; are you serious?"
"You wanted mediation; I'm mediating!"
"You're being an ass!"
Peggy ducked her head and aggressively clipped another rose tip.
"See? She's smiling, that's a good sign, get out there now, shoo."
"You're going to get me killed -- ow -- Jack, let go --"
He was unceremoniously shoved onto the back porch. The door slammed behind him. There was the sound of the lock snicking shut.
"That's it, he's trying to get me killed. Jack!" Daniel shouted. "Let me in!"
"You really should have paid more attention to my lock picking lessons," Peggy murmured, and she looked up at him, the hair falling into one eye.
She was so goddamn beautiful when she was pissed at him. Which was really kind of a problem, come to think of it.
"You could come over here and show me," Daniel said cautiously. "I, uh ... I think Jack kind of deserves it, don't you?"
Peggy stood there for a long moment looking at him, then flipped the hair out of her face. "You know," she said, "you're right." And she took a small canvas-wrapped bundle out of the pocket of her dungarees, because of course she carried lock picks while trimming the rosebushes, and came over to the back door and crouched down. "It's a simple matter of feeling for the pins. Here, give me your hands."
He used the support of the crutch to go down carefully on his good knee. Peggy closed her hands over his, showing him how to feel out the internal workings of the lock. Her cheek was mere inches from his, both of them leaning forward and working on the lock, as he murmured, "I'm sorry. I was an ass."
More silence, as she worked at the lock; then she said quietly, "So was I."
The lock's pins aligned with a click, and the door sprang a few inches open. Peggy gave Daniel a bright, triumphant grin.
"Well," she said, struggling to her feet and holding a hand down for him, "shall we go give Jack our opinion on his mediation methods?"
"Love to," Daniel said, and accepted her hand up.
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"This is completely ridiculous."
"You're telling me?" Daniel said, and it occurred to him that if Jack, of all people, was being the voice of reason around here, things had gone badly off the rails.
"I was also referring to you."
Any goodwill he'd been harboring toward Jack collapsed. "Oh, come on, are you seriously taking Peggy's side in this?"
Jack stared at him. "No; it's just that I cannot believe that after ten years of me fighting with Peggy, and you fighting with me, I am actually having to mediate between the two of you. This is just wrong."
"I'm not seeing a whole lot of actual mediating going on here," Daniel muttered, not quite wanting to admit that Jack might kinda have a point.
"Oh, it's mediating you want? Fine." Jack threw the back door open. "Peggy!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs.
Peggy, who was only about fifteen feet away, looked up from aggressively pruning the rosebushes. "Nothing that is happening here is any of your business, Jack."
"Get in here and talk to Sousa before his moping gives me hives."
"There are a lot of rocks out here, Jack. Kindly don't make me throw one at you."
"Wouldn't be the first time," Jack muttered, and then announced, "Daniel, the door's open; go out there and talk to her."
"She's carrying pruning shears; are you serious?"
"You wanted mediation; I'm mediating!"
"You're being an ass!"
Peggy ducked her head and aggressively clipped another rose tip.
"See? She's smiling, that's a good sign, get out there now, shoo."
"You're going to get me killed -- ow -- Jack, let go --"
He was unceremoniously shoved onto the back porch. The door slammed behind him. There was the sound of the lock snicking shut.
"That's it, he's trying to get me killed. Jack!" Daniel shouted. "Let me in!"
"You really should have paid more attention to my lock picking lessons," Peggy murmured, and she looked up at him, the hair falling into one eye.
She was so goddamn beautiful when she was pissed at him. Which was really kind of a problem, come to think of it.
"You could come over here and show me," Daniel said cautiously. "I, uh ... I think Jack kind of deserves it, don't you?"
Peggy stood there for a long moment looking at him, then flipped the hair out of her face. "You know," she said, "you're right." And she took a small canvas-wrapped bundle out of the pocket of her dungarees, because of course she carried lock picks while trimming the rosebushes, and came over to the back door and crouched down. "It's a simple matter of feeling for the pins. Here, give me your hands."
He used the support of the crutch to go down carefully on his good knee. Peggy closed her hands over his, showing him how to feel out the internal workings of the lock. Her cheek was mere inches from his, both of them leaning forward and working on the lock, as he murmured, "I'm sorry. I was an ass."
More silence, as she worked at the lock; then she said quietly, "So was I."
The lock's pins aligned with a click, and the door sprang a few inches open. Peggy gave Daniel a bright, triumphant grin.
"Well," she said, struggling to her feet and holding a hand down for him, "shall we go give Jack our opinion on his mediation methods?"
"Love to," Daniel said, and accepted her hand up.
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