Working, Deviant!Terry for john_movinon
[This is a response to Confused/Playful/Wildly Inappropriate John and JP's side of the conversation. I also do not know how to write drabbles, it seems, so this is more like a full blown fic. 5 pages on Word. Yeah.]
For the most part, a day at the Cassidy Mutant Health Center was 90% professional. There was the occasional joke, discussion about weekend plans, or innocent (yeah right) kiss in the case of John and Jean-Paul. But generally, even though the staff members were friends with each other, and lived together in one way or another, they managed to maintain a degree of etiquette while at work. Usually.
“So, Terry. What thong do you have on today?”
Terry rolled her eyes and shifted a little at her desk. “Har har. Jean-Paul you are hilarious.”
John chuckled and clicked away at his computer, purposely avoiding eye contact with the redhead.
“You should have a green one,” JP continued, sucking thoughtfully on the tip of his pen. And suggestively. “With the Irish flag on the front. And it can say ‘Kiss me, I’m Irish!’ Or, it could have a different verb-”
“Jean-Paul!” Terry practically screeched. He beamed at her.
“Dude you’re practically killing Will over there,” John pointed out, the man in question trying desperately to avoid looking at anyone while blushing almost as bad as Terry.
“Oops. Sorry ratboy.”
“JP,” Terry warned.
Jean-Paul blew her a kiss.
Terry groaned. “Can we drop this, please?”
The buzzer sounded, announcing someone. Theresa hit the button, “Yes?”
“Water delivery.”
“Come on up.”
John leaned his chair back on two legs, a feat considering it was a rolling chair, and gestured to JP like he was telling a secret. “Maybe Terry will drop something else for him.”
“I heard that.”
“I could drop something,” Jean-Paul offered.
“Quit it!”
The water delivery guy, whose name happened to be Tom (JP had asked), walked in, wheeling a handcart with water jugs behind him. Terry spun in her chair to get up and meet him, and he handed her a piece of paper.
From across the room John winked at her, a gesture she refused to acknowledge.
Terry signed the paper, and Tom handed her a receipt. He turned to head for the door when John sat back down, making a loud bang with his chair, prompting him to turn around again.
“Hey Tom, let me ask you something,” John said, and Terry bit her lip in worried anticipation. “What’s your favorite color?”
The water guy considered this for a second, though he may have been considering why John was asking in the first place. “Um, I guess green. Why?”
JP made an odd squeaking noise and seemed to stuff his entire fist into his mouth.
“Just curious,” John asked, perfectly straight-faced. “I’m doing a bit of a poll. You know green is Terry’s favorite color too,” he said, gesturing to the redhead whose face was almost the same color has her hair.
Tom looked at her and nodded in a confused way. “Imagine that.”
“Ignore them,” Terry said, “It’s a full moon coming up, they’re acting weird.”
JP howled. John laughed through his teeth.
“See you next week,” she said, all but pushing him out the door. He did take a second to smile at her, perhaps apologetically, before leaving. The moment the door closed behind him Terry rounded on her ‘workmates’.
“I hate you both!”
JP just giggled some more. John spun in his chair and stood up.
“That was fun. Who wants coffee?”
JP raised a hand. Will and Terry exchanged looks, then shook their heads. John walked over to the coffee pot and poured out two mugs.
“Okay Terry,” he said, “We’re sorry. We’ll stop now. But you have to admit that was funny.”
“No I don’t!” she said shrilly, sitting back down in a huff. “You guys suck.”
The two boys glanced at each other.
“Not what I meant!!”
John handed a coffee mug to JP, then finished mixing his own. “Then stop setting yourself up by saying stuff like that.”
She just rolled her eyes and rummaged around on her desk looking for some file or other.
“Aw Ter, you’re not really mad, are you?” John asked after a moment, his voice softening.
She didn’t respond.
“Oh come on. I’m sorry, did I take it too far?”
Still nothing.
John took a mouthful of coffee. “Okay, I did. I’m sorry, we were just fooling around. We didn’t- man this coffee tastes like shit!”
If anyone had been looking at Will at that moment, they would have seen him smile.
JP took a sip from his own mug. “Ugh! Chrisse, what is that?”
Terry looked up from what she was doing, “What are you talking about?”
John held his own mug out to her. “Taste that.”
“Um, no thank you. Both of you go ‘Ew, that’s nasty’ and now you want me to taste it? What am I, stupid?”
John took another tentative sip, “The hell IS that?”
JP zipped over to the coffee pot and examined the other ingredients. “Cream’s fine,” he said after sniffing it. He stuck his finger in the sugar bowl and licked the tip. “’Stie de chrisse, that’s salt! Who put salt in the sugar bowl?”
Terry snicked quietly at her desk, hiding her face behind her hand.
“Terry….”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Will set up the coffee before you guys got here.”
“Willard…”
Will was staring pointedly at a spot on his desk. “Terry told me to do it.”
The boys turned in unison. “Terry!”
She was laughing outright now.
“Oh real mature Ter, practical jokes,” John said.
She giggled.
John sighed and put his coffee down before returning to his desk.
“That’s all you did, right? No other little surprises for us?”
“Nope, that’s it. I had to get you back somehow.”
John rolled his eyes, but was smiling.
“Hey, can you do me a favor?” Terry asked once he was sitting again.
“After the salt incident? No.”
“Oh come on. There’s a book right on the shelf right behind you, can you just turn to the page I have bookmarked and read the highlighted section out for me? I need it for this proposal.”
John sighed, but did so anyway, because he was a good worker and this was his job. He grabbed the book, found the cheery pink flag sticking out, and opened to the page.
“Ahhh! What the fuck?!”
John dropped the book on the floor, opened to the page in question. Inside was a page ripped out from a Playboy magazine, featuring a nude girl smiling suggestively at her viewer.
JP peeked over John’s desk at it and laughed.
“What the fuck, Terry?” John asked, backing away from the picture.
“Oops, sorry. Wrong book.” She shrugged innocently, fighting back a grin.
“Gah! I’m going to have that image burned in my brain all day. That’s disgusting!”
“Okay, while I would just love to hang around and see what else Terry has planned to get back at you cher,” Jean-Paul really did look disappointed at having to go, “I have some errands to run. So I will be back later.” He stood up and went to snatch up his keys as he walked away.
And was promptly yanked back by his arm.
“What the fuck? Who fucking glued my keys to the desk?!”
Terry snorted.
For the most part, a day at the Cassidy Mutant Health Center was 90% professional. There was the occasional joke, discussion about weekend plans, or innocent (yeah right) kiss in the case of John and Jean-Paul. But generally, even though the staff members were friends with each other, and lived together in one way or another, they managed to maintain a degree of etiquette while at work. Usually.
“So, Terry. What thong do you have on today?”
Terry rolled her eyes and shifted a little at her desk. “Har har. Jean-Paul you are hilarious.”
John chuckled and clicked away at his computer, purposely avoiding eye contact with the redhead.
“You should have a green one,” JP continued, sucking thoughtfully on the tip of his pen. And suggestively. “With the Irish flag on the front. And it can say ‘Kiss me, I’m Irish!’ Or, it could have a different verb-”
“Jean-Paul!” Terry practically screeched. He beamed at her.
“Dude you’re practically killing Will over there,” John pointed out, the man in question trying desperately to avoid looking at anyone while blushing almost as bad as Terry.
“Oops. Sorry ratboy.”
“JP,” Terry warned.
Jean-Paul blew her a kiss.
Terry groaned. “Can we drop this, please?”
The buzzer sounded, announcing someone. Theresa hit the button, “Yes?”
“Water delivery.”
“Come on up.”
John leaned his chair back on two legs, a feat considering it was a rolling chair, and gestured to JP like he was telling a secret. “Maybe Terry will drop something else for him.”
“I heard that.”
“I could drop something,” Jean-Paul offered.
“Quit it!”
The water delivery guy, whose name happened to be Tom (JP had asked), walked in, wheeling a handcart with water jugs behind him. Terry spun in her chair to get up and meet him, and he handed her a piece of paper.
From across the room John winked at her, a gesture she refused to acknowledge.
Terry signed the paper, and Tom handed her a receipt. He turned to head for the door when John sat back down, making a loud bang with his chair, prompting him to turn around again.
“Hey Tom, let me ask you something,” John said, and Terry bit her lip in worried anticipation. “What’s your favorite color?”
The water guy considered this for a second, though he may have been considering why John was asking in the first place. “Um, I guess green. Why?”
JP made an odd squeaking noise and seemed to stuff his entire fist into his mouth.
“Just curious,” John asked, perfectly straight-faced. “I’m doing a bit of a poll. You know green is Terry’s favorite color too,” he said, gesturing to the redhead whose face was almost the same color has her hair.
Tom looked at her and nodded in a confused way. “Imagine that.”
“Ignore them,” Terry said, “It’s a full moon coming up, they’re acting weird.”
JP howled. John laughed through his teeth.
“See you next week,” she said, all but pushing him out the door. He did take a second to smile at her, perhaps apologetically, before leaving. The moment the door closed behind him Terry rounded on her ‘workmates’.
“I hate you both!”
JP just giggled some more. John spun in his chair and stood up.
“That was fun. Who wants coffee?”
JP raised a hand. Will and Terry exchanged looks, then shook their heads. John walked over to the coffee pot and poured out two mugs.
“Okay Terry,” he said, “We’re sorry. We’ll stop now. But you have to admit that was funny.”
“No I don’t!” she said shrilly, sitting back down in a huff. “You guys suck.”
The two boys glanced at each other.
“Not what I meant!!”
John handed a coffee mug to JP, then finished mixing his own. “Then stop setting yourself up by saying stuff like that.”
She just rolled her eyes and rummaged around on her desk looking for some file or other.
“Aw Ter, you’re not really mad, are you?” John asked after a moment, his voice softening.
She didn’t respond.
“Oh come on. I’m sorry, did I take it too far?”
Still nothing.
John took a mouthful of coffee. “Okay, I did. I’m sorry, we were just fooling around. We didn’t- man this coffee tastes like shit!”
If anyone had been looking at Will at that moment, they would have seen him smile.
JP took a sip from his own mug. “Ugh! Chrisse, what is that?”
Terry looked up from what she was doing, “What are you talking about?”
John held his own mug out to her. “Taste that.”
“Um, no thank you. Both of you go ‘Ew, that’s nasty’ and now you want me to taste it? What am I, stupid?”
John took another tentative sip, “The hell IS that?”
JP zipped over to the coffee pot and examined the other ingredients. “Cream’s fine,” he said after sniffing it. He stuck his finger in the sugar bowl and licked the tip. “’Stie de chrisse, that’s salt! Who put salt in the sugar bowl?”
Terry snicked quietly at her desk, hiding her face behind her hand.
“Terry….”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Will set up the coffee before you guys got here.”
“Willard…”
Will was staring pointedly at a spot on his desk. “Terry told me to do it.”
The boys turned in unison. “Terry!”
She was laughing outright now.
“Oh real mature Ter, practical jokes,” John said.
She giggled.
John sighed and put his coffee down before returning to his desk.
“That’s all you did, right? No other little surprises for us?”
“Nope, that’s it. I had to get you back somehow.”
John rolled his eyes, but was smiling.
“Hey, can you do me a favor?” Terry asked once he was sitting again.
“After the salt incident? No.”
“Oh come on. There’s a book right on the shelf right behind you, can you just turn to the page I have bookmarked and read the highlighted section out for me? I need it for this proposal.”
John sighed, but did so anyway, because he was a good worker and this was his job. He grabbed the book, found the cheery pink flag sticking out, and opened to the page.
“Ahhh! What the fuck?!”
John dropped the book on the floor, opened to the page in question. Inside was a page ripped out from a Playboy magazine, featuring a nude girl smiling suggestively at her viewer.
JP peeked over John’s desk at it and laughed.
“What the fuck, Terry?” John asked, backing away from the picture.
“Oops, sorry. Wrong book.” She shrugged innocently, fighting back a grin.
“Gah! I’m going to have that image burned in my brain all day. That’s disgusting!”
“Okay, while I would just love to hang around and see what else Terry has planned to get back at you cher,” Jean-Paul really did look disappointed at having to go, “I have some errands to run. So I will be back later.” He stood up and went to snatch up his keys as he walked away.
And was promptly yanked back by his arm.
“What the fuck? Who fucking glued my keys to the desk?!”
Terry snorted.