Commander Taylor's Little Cadets (2/5)
Title: Commander Taylor's Little Cadets
Pairing: Alicia Washington/Nathaniel Taylor, Jim Shannon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1473
Genre: Humour, Fluff, Bromance
Spoilers: None
Summary: It was supposed to be Nathaniel's class of kids to teach. Somehow the task became hers...and Shannon's.
Author's Note: Oh hey, look at that, a gift for Sky xD. Wonder how that happened? Twin love. Obviously. I don't pretend to know otherwise.
Perhaps it was the fact she was running on less than five hours sleep; perhaps it was that her and 'kids' in the same sentence just didn't work- had never worked- or maybe it was just, plain and simple, Shannon. She walked in as she had the week previous and was treated to tiny voices shouting a greeting at her under Jim's instruction. The headache started once again, dull and throbbing. But so very there. She smiled with more ease this time and motioned for them to carry on with what Jim had been about to do.
As she strode further into the room, she listened, divested herself of her jacket and turned to face the class. "All right, Cadets. It's time to get down to business. Follow after me." Jim said and glanced at her. He flashed her a cheeky grin when she raised a brow. He ran on the spot at an easy pace until each small child followed suit. He took them through a series of leg warm ups easy enough for them to follow, gave them a good stretch after he nearly exhausted them, and sat cross legged on the floor. The sheriff beckoned for them to come closer and sit with him. Shannon made it seem like what he had to say was very important, very secret and only they had the privy of knowing what it was. Wash had to admit it was a hell of a tactic to get them to listen intently.
Eagerly, the kids swarmed him and listened as he talked about strangers, the good kind and the bad, the kinds of things bad strangers might do to try and take them. "If I was a bad stranger, what are the kinds of things I might do to try and take you?" Jim asked and each hand raised. This made his smile widen.
He picked the child closest to him. "Tell you they got eaten by a dinosaur."
Jim frowned, concealing him chuckle by clearing his throat. "If he was eaten by a dinosaur, I don't think he'd be able to walk or talk."
"But sir, not just any dinosaur. A stranger eating dinosaur." Jim exchanged an amused look with Wash before allowing himself to laugh at little at the sincerity behind the kid's answer.
"Okay… what else might a bad stranger try to do?"
"Take you away!" a kid at the back blurted and Jim nodded.
"Exactly. Bad strangers will say anything to try and take you away. They'll say they lost their own child and they need help looking, they'll say they just got eaten by a dinosaur and need help getting back home. They'll say all kinds of things. But if they really needed help, who should they really go to?" Each child frowned and then as if some sign over her head said 'Me, pick me!' they simultaneously pointed at Alicia. "Right, they should go to Lieutenant Washington, or another adult."
"Some strangers will try and scare you and then go ROAR! and then grab you and then pull you and then you'll go EEEEEE and then they'll kill you!" Again, the sincere child spoke. For a reason unknown to Wash, she found him to be amusing, far more amusing than he really ought to be. The kid looked to be no more than five and yet he had all these ideas about stranger eating dinosaurs, and ridiculous scenarios that somehow managed to make her grin. She had to turn around and take a deep breath so she didn't laugh. Laughing would only encourage such behaviour and that wasn't professional. Or ideal.
Jim, however, laughed. "What's your name?" he asked the boy.
The kid sat up straighter, puffing out his chest to look more intimidating. "Jack. I'm going to be a dinosaur one day." Oh, this kid. Alicia smirked and looked to Jim to see his reaction to it. It looked like he was fighting a battle within himself. To laugh or not to laugh? That was Jim's question.
"What dinosaur?" Wash asked, not knowing if it would further hinder her friend's control or strengthen it. Either way, she found it amusing and came to stand closer behind Jim with her hands on her hips.
Jack met her gaze and sat straighter, his face becoming impossibly more serious. "A Slasher, ma'am."
"A Slasher…" she frowned, considering the creature, before nodding in approval. "A fine choice, Jack." the future dinosaur beamed, pleased to have the approval of the lieutenant. "Just be sure to tell your other Slasher friends not to eat us, yes?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"That's right, Jack. You don't know where the soldiers have been. They could taste pretty awful." Shannon said with a grin and glanced over his should at Wash. "Isn't that right, lieutenant?"
"Oh, yes. Precisely why we shouldn't be eaten." She nodded, flashing Jim a hard stare, knowing the implication of his words even if it seemed to defend her and her unit.
"Don't worry, I like you guys. I'd be the leader and if I didn't want you to be eaten, they wouldn't. Or they'd die."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well then, carry on, Slasher Jack." She saluted him and he reciprocated the gesture.
"Okay, Cadets, now that the lieutenant is done interrupting my lesson," he flashed her a wink, her eyes narrowed. "I want you all to stand." he stood and they followed. "Myself and the lieutenant are going to try and grab you to take you away. Your strongest weapon is your voice so you have to yell 'stranger' as loud as you can. Yes?"
"Yes, sir!" They yelled back in unison. One by one Wash and Jim grabbed a kid and attempted to pulled them away. One by one they screamed the magic word as loud as they could until they were free.
The class went on with the theme of the class being how to tell the difference between good and bad strangers, how to flee from them and if absolutely necessary, how to hurt one enough to be able to get away. Throughout the class Jim used Wash as his demonstrating dummy and nearly regretted it each and every time. She didn't make things easy for him, making it so he had to actually work at getting free of her tight grip on his wrist.
"Very funny, Wash." he comment under his breath and she hummed, holding tighter as he explained to the class how to escape. He managed to do it flawlessly. "You weren't thinking I'd fumble, were you?"
"You? Never."
"Somehow I don't believe that."
"Strong and wise? You must be the smarter of your species."
"Funny." Jim drawled and divided the kids so he had five and Wash had five. The hour went by fast, but slow enough to allow the kids to understand how to get out of their grasps until eventually, Wash or Jim could grab them at random and they'd combine screaming 'stranger' with their escape technique. Parents showed up just as Jim was getting into another lesson, rendering his session complete whether he liked it or not. "Great job today, Cadets. Same time next week." he waved them off, nodding to the parents as they left and turned his attention to Alicia.
She bent to get her jacket and felt his smug smirk. "Don't look so smug, Shannon."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"How do you know? You're not even looking." she glanced at him and her suspicions were correct. He did indeed have a shit eating grin on his face.
"And you're looking at me like this, why?" She asked, slipping into her jacket. They walked out of the facility much like they had the previous week and Jim folded his hands behind his head as he walked.
"Oh, no reason. Just that my class was better than yours." it was blunt, it was taunting. It was outright childish. And Wash couldn't help but take the bait. Especially when her pride was on the line.
Wash scoffed and shook her head. "I think not."
"A rematch then." Jim said, bringing his hands down to the loops of his pants. "You know, to make you feel better about yourself."
This earned him a nasty glare, a threatening step in his direction. He quickly side stepped to avoid what was sure to be a hard jab to his arm. "Oh, really? You want a rematch? Fine. If only to crush your stupid pride."
"Wash, I'm hurt. This has nothing to do with pride. It's about the kids." He tsked her, shaking his head. Mock discipline that was sure to end all feeling in his arm. "What's Taylor teaching you, nowadays? You know, besides how to please him."
And then he ran.
As fast as his damn legs could carry him because Wash was fast. So. Very. Fast.
http://terranovafanfic.livejournal.com/157136.html
Pairing: Alicia Washington/Nathaniel Taylor, Jim Shannon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1473
Genre: Humour, Fluff, Bromance
Spoilers: None
Summary: It was supposed to be Nathaniel's class of kids to teach. Somehow the task became hers...and Shannon's.
Author's Note: Oh hey, look at that, a gift for Sky xD. Wonder how that happened? Twin love. Obviously. I don't pretend to know otherwise.
Perhaps it was the fact she was running on less than five hours sleep; perhaps it was that her and 'kids' in the same sentence just didn't work- had never worked- or maybe it was just, plain and simple, Shannon. She walked in as she had the week previous and was treated to tiny voices shouting a greeting at her under Jim's instruction. The headache started once again, dull and throbbing. But so very there. She smiled with more ease this time and motioned for them to carry on with what Jim had been about to do.
As she strode further into the room, she listened, divested herself of her jacket and turned to face the class. "All right, Cadets. It's time to get down to business. Follow after me." Jim said and glanced at her. He flashed her a cheeky grin when she raised a brow. He ran on the spot at an easy pace until each small child followed suit. He took them through a series of leg warm ups easy enough for them to follow, gave them a good stretch after he nearly exhausted them, and sat cross legged on the floor. The sheriff beckoned for them to come closer and sit with him. Shannon made it seem like what he had to say was very important, very secret and only they had the privy of knowing what it was. Wash had to admit it was a hell of a tactic to get them to listen intently.
Eagerly, the kids swarmed him and listened as he talked about strangers, the good kind and the bad, the kinds of things bad strangers might do to try and take them. "If I was a bad stranger, what are the kinds of things I might do to try and take you?" Jim asked and each hand raised. This made his smile widen.
He picked the child closest to him. "Tell you they got eaten by a dinosaur."
Jim frowned, concealing him chuckle by clearing his throat. "If he was eaten by a dinosaur, I don't think he'd be able to walk or talk."
"But sir, not just any dinosaur. A stranger eating dinosaur." Jim exchanged an amused look with Wash before allowing himself to laugh at little at the sincerity behind the kid's answer.
"Okay… what else might a bad stranger try to do?"
"Take you away!" a kid at the back blurted and Jim nodded.
"Exactly. Bad strangers will say anything to try and take you away. They'll say they lost their own child and they need help looking, they'll say they just got eaten by a dinosaur and need help getting back home. They'll say all kinds of things. But if they really needed help, who should they really go to?" Each child frowned and then as if some sign over her head said 'Me, pick me!' they simultaneously pointed at Alicia. "Right, they should go to Lieutenant Washington, or another adult."
"Some strangers will try and scare you and then go ROAR! and then grab you and then pull you and then you'll go EEEEEE and then they'll kill you!" Again, the sincere child spoke. For a reason unknown to Wash, she found him to be amusing, far more amusing than he really ought to be. The kid looked to be no more than five and yet he had all these ideas about stranger eating dinosaurs, and ridiculous scenarios that somehow managed to make her grin. She had to turn around and take a deep breath so she didn't laugh. Laughing would only encourage such behaviour and that wasn't professional. Or ideal.
Jim, however, laughed. "What's your name?" he asked the boy.
The kid sat up straighter, puffing out his chest to look more intimidating. "Jack. I'm going to be a dinosaur one day." Oh, this kid. Alicia smirked and looked to Jim to see his reaction to it. It looked like he was fighting a battle within himself. To laugh or not to laugh? That was Jim's question.
"What dinosaur?" Wash asked, not knowing if it would further hinder her friend's control or strengthen it. Either way, she found it amusing and came to stand closer behind Jim with her hands on her hips.
Jack met her gaze and sat straighter, his face becoming impossibly more serious. "A Slasher, ma'am."
"A Slasher…" she frowned, considering the creature, before nodding in approval. "A fine choice, Jack." the future dinosaur beamed, pleased to have the approval of the lieutenant. "Just be sure to tell your other Slasher friends not to eat us, yes?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"That's right, Jack. You don't know where the soldiers have been. They could taste pretty awful." Shannon said with a grin and glanced over his should at Wash. "Isn't that right, lieutenant?"
"Oh, yes. Precisely why we shouldn't be eaten." She nodded, flashing Jim a hard stare, knowing the implication of his words even if it seemed to defend her and her unit.
"Don't worry, I like you guys. I'd be the leader and if I didn't want you to be eaten, they wouldn't. Or they'd die."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well then, carry on, Slasher Jack." She saluted him and he reciprocated the gesture.
"Okay, Cadets, now that the lieutenant is done interrupting my lesson," he flashed her a wink, her eyes narrowed. "I want you all to stand." he stood and they followed. "Myself and the lieutenant are going to try and grab you to take you away. Your strongest weapon is your voice so you have to yell 'stranger' as loud as you can. Yes?"
"Yes, sir!" They yelled back in unison. One by one Wash and Jim grabbed a kid and attempted to pulled them away. One by one they screamed the magic word as loud as they could until they were free.
The class went on with the theme of the class being how to tell the difference between good and bad strangers, how to flee from them and if absolutely necessary, how to hurt one enough to be able to get away. Throughout the class Jim used Wash as his demonstrating dummy and nearly regretted it each and every time. She didn't make things easy for him, making it so he had to actually work at getting free of her tight grip on his wrist.
"Very funny, Wash." he comment under his breath and she hummed, holding tighter as he explained to the class how to escape. He managed to do it flawlessly. "You weren't thinking I'd fumble, were you?"
"You? Never."
"Somehow I don't believe that."
"Strong and wise? You must be the smarter of your species."
"Funny." Jim drawled and divided the kids so he had five and Wash had five. The hour went by fast, but slow enough to allow the kids to understand how to get out of their grasps until eventually, Wash or Jim could grab them at random and they'd combine screaming 'stranger' with their escape technique. Parents showed up just as Jim was getting into another lesson, rendering his session complete whether he liked it or not. "Great job today, Cadets. Same time next week." he waved them off, nodding to the parents as they left and turned his attention to Alicia.
She bent to get her jacket and felt his smug smirk. "Don't look so smug, Shannon."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"How do you know? You're not even looking." she glanced at him and her suspicions were correct. He did indeed have a shit eating grin on his face.
"And you're looking at me like this, why?" She asked, slipping into her jacket. They walked out of the facility much like they had the previous week and Jim folded his hands behind his head as he walked.
"Oh, no reason. Just that my class was better than yours." it was blunt, it was taunting. It was outright childish. And Wash couldn't help but take the bait. Especially when her pride was on the line.
Wash scoffed and shook her head. "I think not."
"A rematch then." Jim said, bringing his hands down to the loops of his pants. "You know, to make you feel better about yourself."
This earned him a nasty glare, a threatening step in his direction. He quickly side stepped to avoid what was sure to be a hard jab to his arm. "Oh, really? You want a rematch? Fine. If only to crush your stupid pride."
"Wash, I'm hurt. This has nothing to do with pride. It's about the kids." He tsked her, shaking his head. Mock discipline that was sure to end all feeling in his arm. "What's Taylor teaching you, nowadays? You know, besides how to please him."
And then he ran.
As fast as his damn legs could carry him because Wash was fast. So. Very. Fast.
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