Fic: Vanilla, Vampires, Verbose
Title: Vanilla, Vampires, Verbose
Series: 1_million_words prompts
Rating: G
Characters: Steve/Danny, Grace, Mr. Hoppy
Summary: Here are the V prompts.
Words: exactly 500
Warnings/Notes: None. Silliness. Some misuse of language for the greater good.
(I did mention that I'm on spring break, right? Which accounts for the quantity of these posts the past few days. Not to worry - 1) I'm going to bed very soon and b) I've almost reached the end of the alphabet!)
~o0o~
The doctors at Tripler didn’t waste any time before hooking Steve up to an IV of ethanol. Their theory was that an alcohol IV would absorb faster and provide full saturation. Surely that would eliminate the alien infection.
“How are you doing?” Danny asked Steve after he’d been dosed for 20 minutes.
Steve shrugged.
“Still no talking?” Danny asked. Steve could only shake his head. “Do you feel drunk?” Steve nodded then closed his eyes when the room kept moving. “I’m sorry. Let’s see if we can find something on TV,” Danny suggested, using the remote to turn it on. He flipped through the channels until he came to a show with a gloomy atmosphere, an attractive man talking about being a vampire. “This one?”
Steve frowned, pointing at the man of the screen.
“Is he the vampire?” Danny asked, watching the show. Steve shrugged, pointing more adamantly before pointing to himself. “What, Babe? What are you trying to tell me?”
Steve motioned punching buttons until Danny handed him his phone.
That dude. Looks like me.
Danny looked from the phone to the TV, studying the tall vampire talking to the pretty blonde lady. “I don’t see,” Danny said, shaking his head.
Steve frowned. kiddin me???
“Look how long his hair is.”
it’s the same collar as mine
“You don’t wear shirts with collars,” Danny said in confusion.
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“Okay. No need to shout at me. I guess there’s some resemblance,” Danny said. “I’m going down to the cafeteria to see if they have anything that looks like food. You want bananas or baklava?”
They dont have bklva.
“You’re probably right. Bananas? Carrots?”
Steve just shrugged, mesmerized by the vampire dude on the TV.
“All right. I’ll be back shortly,” Danny said, kissing his head before leaving. It took a little longer than expected for him to get back, carrying a tray with vanilla pudding, three bananas and a gigantic portion of baklava. “They did have it,” he said triumphantly. “The cafeteria manager got it for me. I would have been back sooner but she was quite verbose, not that you would understand the meaning of the word. She had to tell how she read every article about Five-0 in the paper and how well you’ve been representing the transition of service men to civilian life. I decided not to tell her how you try to get me killed on a daily basis or how you made me circumnavigate the globe on a futile search for Wo Fat.”
Steve pointed at Danny.
“Okay, if you’re saying I’m verbose, you may have a point. Eat your baklava,” Danny said, watching Steve attack it with enthusiasm he usually reserved for explosives and weapons of destruction. “I’m sorry, Babe. I didn’t know you were so hungry.”
Steve shrugged, smiling goofily at him with baklava crumbs all over his navy blue tee shirt.
“Are you going to want baklava when you’re done with this infection?” Danny asked. Steve just continued to smile at him.
Series: 1_million_words prompts
Rating: G
Characters: Steve/Danny, Grace, Mr. Hoppy
Summary: Here are the V prompts.
Words: exactly 500
Warnings/Notes: None. Silliness. Some misuse of language for the greater good.
(I did mention that I'm on spring break, right? Which accounts for the quantity of these posts the past few days. Not to worry - 1) I'm going to bed very soon and b) I've almost reached the end of the alphabet!)
~o0o~
The doctors at Tripler didn’t waste any time before hooking Steve up to an IV of ethanol. Their theory was that an alcohol IV would absorb faster and provide full saturation. Surely that would eliminate the alien infection.
“How are you doing?” Danny asked Steve after he’d been dosed for 20 minutes.
Steve shrugged.
“Still no talking?” Danny asked. Steve could only shake his head. “Do you feel drunk?” Steve nodded then closed his eyes when the room kept moving. “I’m sorry. Let’s see if we can find something on TV,” Danny suggested, using the remote to turn it on. He flipped through the channels until he came to a show with a gloomy atmosphere, an attractive man talking about being a vampire. “This one?”
Steve frowned, pointing at the man of the screen.
“Is he the vampire?” Danny asked, watching the show. Steve shrugged, pointing more adamantly before pointing to himself. “What, Babe? What are you trying to tell me?”
Steve motioned punching buttons until Danny handed him his phone.
That dude. Looks like me.
Danny looked from the phone to the TV, studying the tall vampire talking to the pretty blonde lady. “I don’t see,” Danny said, shaking his head.
Steve frowned. kiddin me???
“Look how long his hair is.”
it’s the same collar as mine
“You don’t wear shirts with collars,” Danny said in confusion.
COLOR
“Okay. No need to shout at me. I guess there’s some resemblance,” Danny said. “I’m going down to the cafeteria to see if they have anything that looks like food. You want bananas or baklava?”
They dont have bklva.
“You’re probably right. Bananas? Carrots?”
Steve just shrugged, mesmerized by the vampire dude on the TV.
“All right. I’ll be back shortly,” Danny said, kissing his head before leaving. It took a little longer than expected for him to get back, carrying a tray with vanilla pudding, three bananas and a gigantic portion of baklava. “They did have it,” he said triumphantly. “The cafeteria manager got it for me. I would have been back sooner but she was quite verbose, not that you would understand the meaning of the word. She had to tell how she read every article about Five-0 in the paper and how well you’ve been representing the transition of service men to civilian life. I decided not to tell her how you try to get me killed on a daily basis or how you made me circumnavigate the globe on a futile search for Wo Fat.”
Steve pointed at Danny.
“Okay, if you’re saying I’m verbose, you may have a point. Eat your baklava,” Danny said, watching Steve attack it with enthusiasm he usually reserved for explosives and weapons of destruction. “I’m sorry, Babe. I didn’t know you were so hungry.”
Steve shrugged, smiling goofily at him with baklava crumbs all over his navy blue tee shirt.
“Are you going to want baklava when you’re done with this infection?” Danny asked. Steve just continued to smile at him.