Mixed Pairing Drabbles - RPF, QL, AT x KR AUs; multi-pairings
Sharing a blanket
"This is nice," Watson commented.
"What, a power outage?" Alan asked, bringing a quilt from the bedroom out to the living room.
"Not necessarily that power outage," Watson clarified as Alan sat next to him, throwing the blanket around their shoulders, "but the fire in the fireplace."
Alan chuckled lightly and leaned against the AI's shoulder. Watson had lovely green eyes, he noted, even more so in firelight. "Yeah, this is pretty nice."
* * *
Dime
At first, Sam thought of Al's tendency to dig through every pocket he had for loose change for donations assistive services for the mentally disabled to be a good-hearted thing of him. Then he learned about Trudy, and how much Al loved her, and then it became almost melancholy. He didn't dare give the thought voice, but he sometimes suspected that Al believed if he poured enough pocket change into the jars, he could atone for not getting Trudy out of the institution in time.
* * *
Jealousy
"Are you alright?" KITT asked, laying a hand on Face's.
"Yeah, fine," he said, taking a sip of his drink.
"You can't lie to me, Templeton," she said gently.
"I'm just worried about your case," he replied shortly.
"About His Highness?" KITT asked softly. Technically speaking, she wasn't allowed to reveal details of her work to people outside of the Foundation, but there was a strange sort of unspoken agreement that drew Face and his teammates into the fold. "I know being a bodyguard is a high risk thing, but-"
"It's not the outside risk I'm worried about," Face muttered, taking a sip of his drink again.
"What do you mean?" she pressed gently.
"You're guarding a prince," Face explained, a thin layer of irritation directly below the surface. "A European prince." His next words were more to himself than to her. "A sighted European prince."
Regardless, KITT caught them, and instantly understood. "Hey, come here," she said gently, shifting her chair to sit next to him and wrapping her arm around his shoulder. "I wouldn’t leave you for a prince or someone who was sighted. Why would you think that?"
Face rubbed his unseeing eyes. "Just being stupid and jealous," he mumbled.
"I understand," she said softly, laying her head on his shoulder, "but don’t worry-I'm not going to leave you for anything or anyone in the world."
* * *
To wine and dine
"Do I even want to know how you got us into this place?" Alan whispered as he and Watson were seated at their table. The restaurant was easily one of the most expensive in New York, and they'd gotten through with a few whispered words to the maître d' when asked for their reservation.
"You'll find Dr. Ferrucci and I pulled a few strings," Watson replied glibly.
"I'm listening," Alan teased.
Watson smiled warmly and laid his hand on Alan's. "This is what I wanted to do for your birthday," he explained.
"Watson, not that I don't appreciate it," Alan replied, laying his hand on top of Watson's, "but why so fancy?"
Watson smiled and leaned across the table, brushing a soft kiss against his forehead. "Because I love you. Why else?"
* * *
Bet
Sam was a textbook example of a nerd-bluffing and card games were beyond him. Or they were supposed to be, but as Sam pointed out, Al's eyes always gave him away. Add that to a brain like a calculator-bastard was probably counting cards.
All things considered, it wouldn’t have been so bad, save for the fact that this was a game of strip poker and Al was sitting across the kitchen table from Sam in his shorts and socks, puffing irritably on his cigar and trying to come up from behind.
"I told you I was good, Al," Sam teased from behind his cards.
"Easy for you to say," Al replied, looking up from his hand. Sam had only lost his shirt.
"We can quit if you want-"
"Not a chance."
* * *
Soft
The first time Face had met KITT was when he was sighted. She had been mistaken for one of the enemy, and he'd been trying to keep her reigned in. Her muscles were tense and she was fighting him tooth and nail-not to mention she packed a hell of a punch.
Now, two years, one accident and a few quiet dates later, Face was amazed at how soft she was-her skin, her hair, her curves, even her voice took on a softness it was almost hard to believe could be in a woman like her.
* * *
Everybody wants you but me
She was an extremely attractive woman, and for some inexplicable reason had her eye on Watson. It was at that point Alan realized how poor of an idea it had been to bring the AI to a bar-alcohol wasn't exactly helping.
He wouldn’t say he was the jealous type, but that wasn’t to say that he was perfectly okay with some drunk chick hanging on his boyfriend, either. Watson, bless him, was entirely too mild-mannered to push her away, which is when Alan decided an intervention was necessary.
As he started crossing the room, Watson caught his eye, but didn't look too perturbed. "Miss, thank you for your attention," he was saying just as Alan approached, "but I believe you'll find-" He gave her a gentle push off of his lap-"I have a boyfriend."
* * *
On call
He was coming down with something, and whatever it was, it was going to be a doozy. The sound that escaped Al's lips as he dropped, face first, onto his bed, change of clothes be damned, was somewhere between a groan and a sigh.
Beeping cut into his consciousness. Without looking up, he reached over and looked at the beeper laying on the bedside table, next to Sam's apartment keys. The single line of text said, Got fix on Dr. Beckett.
That knowledge in mind, Al sat up and started for the Imaging Chamber once more. Cold medicine and sleep could wait another couple of hours, right?
* * *
Mercenaries
As good as Michael was at seeing the other side of things, he was clearly struggling to fully comprehend this one. "So there's a group of mercenaries-"
"Soldiers of fortune, Michael," KITT corrected. "There's a difference."
"There is not," he replied.
"Mercenaries murder," she explained. "They help those who have no one else to help them."
"Whatever they are," Michael went on, "the Foundation works with them?"
"When it's appropriate, yes."
"Even though they're wanted by the military?"
"Your Highness?"
"Ja, KITT?"
"Don't question it. Just accept it."
* * *
Reaching divinity
"Hey, Watson, c'mere," Alan called from the kitchen. "I have something I want you to try."
Watson laid his book aside, gently pushed a mewling Sophocles off his lap and stepped into the kitchen. "Yes, Alan?"
The technician held up a piece of homemade candy, one inch square and peppered with chopped walnuts. "Try this."
Watson joined Alan at the counter and accepted the candy. After a moment of consideration, he took a bite, and subsequently made a soft noise of contentment.
"Good?" Alan asked with an amused grin.
Watson nodded and swallowed the candy. "It's wonderful. What recipe is it?"
"Grandma Bishop's divinity," Alan answered, returning to cutting the sheets of the stuff into squares. "You're too skinny."
* * *
Banana split
"I feel so childish," Watson admitted, picking up his spoon.
"Why?" Alan questioned.
"We're both in our thirties," Watson pointed out, though in his case, it was more of a ballpark figure, given that his AI was only a few years old, "sitting in an ice cream parlor with a banana split."
"Hey." Alan pointed at Watson with his spoon, very serious. "You said I could go wherever I wanted for this date, right?"
"Yes," Watson agreed.
"Well, I wanted a banana split, so shut up and enjoy." He nudged Watson in the side with a teasing grin before inviting him to take the first bite.
With logic like that, how could Watson argue?
* * *
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Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting Real Person Fic - IBM Watson; Quantum Leap; The A-Team (TV) Blindness AU x Classic Knight Rider Secret Agent AU
Charatcers / Pairings: Watson x Alan Bishop, Sam x Al, Templeton "Face" Peck x Katherine "KITT" Knight
Rating: T
Genre: Romance, light crack
Warnings / Notes: Humanized and/or genderswapped AI
Prompts from 30Moments, unknown prompt list, 7snogs (list one)
I wanted to finish these sets (one for each pairing), but it wasn't happening, so here's the stuff I have finished.
Sam, Al, Quantum Leap © Donald Bellisario
Watson © IBM
Face, The A-Team © Stephen J Cannell and Frank Lupo
KITT, Knight Rider © Glen A Larson
Alan Bishop © TheCrazyAlaskan and locoexclaimer