nash gets demandy when he's out of smokes
i should probably post this over at 100originalfics.... but hey, look, i wrote fic. :D
Daniel can hear Nash long before he can see him, which is interesting considering that he's in the kitchen and Nash is upstairs.
"Daniel! Neil! Where are you people?"
Daniel holds his breath. Whatever it is, he doesn't want to know.
"Lillian! I need - Daniel! Why didn't you speak up?"
"What do you want?" Daniel asks.
"I need a cigarette and I'm all out. Go down to the VC and get me a pack."
"No."
"No?"
"No. I have work to do." He gestures to the book open on the table with his pen.
"So do I. That's why I need you."
"It'll take you ten minutes."
"Twenty."
"So walk fast."
"Daniel. This is an emergency."
"Are you dying?"
"I will be unless I inhale some nicotine into my system in the very near future."
Daniel sighs. Why couldn't he be Megan? She'd tell Nash no, she wasn't about to help him poison himself, and then she'd get up and leave the kitchen. Even if he was Neil, that'd be ok, because Neil would just say sure, no problem, and go get Nash his cigarettes.
But no.
"In the time it's going to take you to try and convince me, you could go down to the VC yourself," he points out. Nash makes a face at him. "What's that for? You know I'm right."
"I have a month's worth of data to analyze and an hour and a half in which to do it. Even I'm not that good." To be fair, he does look a little harried. His hair is more bird's-nest than usual. Daniel sighs again.
"I can't believe I'm suggesting this," he says, "but maybe you should make sure you have more cigarettes before you smoke your last one."
"Marlboro Reds." Nash grins and pulls a handful of bills out of his pocket. "Don't get menthols or I'll burn your books."
Daniel gets up, takes the money, and slouches out of the kitchen, annoyed at himself for losing a game he didn't even want to play. He sighs again as he goes upstairs to put on some shoes.
"You're an angel and a saint," Nash calls. "Get some milk too. Neil keeps putting it on his cereal and I had to go out for coffee this morning."
"You're welcome," Daniel calls back. He slouches back downstairs and out of the house, "Thank you, McKenna," floating down the stairs after him.
Daniel can hear Nash long before he can see him, which is interesting considering that he's in the kitchen and Nash is upstairs.
"Daniel! Neil! Where are you people?"
Daniel holds his breath. Whatever it is, he doesn't want to know.
"Lillian! I need - Daniel! Why didn't you speak up?"
"What do you want?" Daniel asks.
"I need a cigarette and I'm all out. Go down to the VC and get me a pack."
"No."
"No?"
"No. I have work to do." He gestures to the book open on the table with his pen.
"So do I. That's why I need you."
"It'll take you ten minutes."
"Twenty."
"So walk fast."
"Daniel. This is an emergency."
"Are you dying?"
"I will be unless I inhale some nicotine into my system in the very near future."
Daniel sighs. Why couldn't he be Megan? She'd tell Nash no, she wasn't about to help him poison himself, and then she'd get up and leave the kitchen. Even if he was Neil, that'd be ok, because Neil would just say sure, no problem, and go get Nash his cigarettes.
But no.
"In the time it's going to take you to try and convince me, you could go down to the VC yourself," he points out. Nash makes a face at him. "What's that for? You know I'm right."
"I have a month's worth of data to analyze and an hour and a half in which to do it. Even I'm not that good." To be fair, he does look a little harried. His hair is more bird's-nest than usual. Daniel sighs again.
"I can't believe I'm suggesting this," he says, "but maybe you should make sure you have more cigarettes before you smoke your last one."
"Marlboro Reds." Nash grins and pulls a handful of bills out of his pocket. "Don't get menthols or I'll burn your books."
Daniel gets up, takes the money, and slouches out of the kitchen, annoyed at himself for losing a game he didn't even want to play. He sighs again as he goes upstairs to put on some shoes.
"You're an angel and a saint," Nash calls. "Get some milk too. Neil keeps putting it on his cereal and I had to go out for coffee this morning."
"You're welcome," Daniel calls back. He slouches back downstairs and out of the house, "Thank you, McKenna," floating down the stairs after him.