Le Tourbillon De La Vie (Epilogue)
Title: Le Tourbillon de la Vie
Characters: Claude, Sandra, Noah
Pairings: Vague and one-sided Claude/Sandra, vague Claude/Noah if you really squint.
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Not anything really bad at all.
Word Count: 468
Spoilers: In this part not terribly much but for the story overall it really helps to have read the Golden Handshake series of the GN, as well as Our Lady of Blessed Acceleration, Part 1 (marginally) and The Caged Bird, Part 2, but it's not essential.
Disclaimer: Not mine, blah blah.
Summary: A Company trip to Paris takes a turn for the...interesting.
A/N: Epilogue and...Sandra is the most heartbreaking victim of mindwipping since Donna Noble. *sigh*
As always, special thanks for englishmuffin2 for beta'ing and being awesome.
[ Prologue] [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6]
[Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Epilogue]
It’d been a good trip, a wonderful trip, but it was good to be going home.
Sandra had no problem admitting that, no problem at all. Not that she didn’t get a little twinge watching de Gaulle fall away, but that had to happen.
It’d never be the same Paris she went back to, after all (and she did have to go back; she’d probably been in too much of a rush, but she barely remembered anything about the Louvre, although the Musee d'Orsay had faired better). All she’d have left of it would be the memories and the souvenirs, though, and both of those things were the most likely to get lost as time went by.
Well now she was just depressing herself, and that just wouldn’t do. She looked out the window again, and then to her right. Noah gave her a confused smile and Claude, one seat over, sitting gingerly so as to not disturb his bandage, contributed a quick wave.
She smiled at them both, and turned back, relaxing against the soft leather.
It’d been awful nice of that Mr. Linderman, to bump all three of them up to first class like that. Just like it’d been awful nice of him to make sure Claude got a private room, and to come visit every other day till he’d been released.
For the head of the company, and someone that’d apparently only met the two of them briefly on the first day of the conference, he sure seemed like a very hands-on kind of boss, and Sandra supposed that was a good thing.
And it was a good thing, if it got them complimentary champagne and seats that felt wide and comfortable enough to melt in, and it was especially a good thing if it got Claude the room to stretch out.
Sure, the man’s presence had tended to make both Noah and Claude kind of jumpy, but she figured, anyone would be like that around their boss, and he did seem like a very nice man.
Polite, well-dressed, soft-spoken, and she was almost certain Claude’s joke about mob ties had been just that, a joke. Almost certain. Mostly certain, because meeting people like that just didn’t happen to people like her, and besides, why would a man like that bother with a paper company?
She glanced to her right again and caught Claude looking at her, almost sadly, for a quick second before he realized she was looking back. And then he grinned and winked, expression from before entirely untraceable, and she smiled before turning away. But not before she saw him blush, and drop his eyes to stare dedicatedly at the magazine in his lap.
Yes, it’d been a very good trip, all things considered, but it was nice to be going home.
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Characters: Claude, Sandra, Noah
Pairings: Vague and one-sided Claude/Sandra, vague Claude/Noah if you really squint.
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Not anything really bad at all.
Word Count: 468
Spoilers: In this part not terribly much but for the story overall it really helps to have read the Golden Handshake series of the GN, as well as Our Lady of Blessed Acceleration, Part 1 (marginally) and The Caged Bird, Part 2, but it's not essential.
Disclaimer: Not mine, blah blah.
Summary: A Company trip to Paris takes a turn for the...interesting.
A/N: Epilogue and...Sandra is the most heartbreaking victim of mindwipping since Donna Noble. *sigh*
As always, special thanks for englishmuffin2 for beta'ing and being awesome.
[ Prologue] [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6]
[Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Epilogue]
It’d been a good trip, a wonderful trip, but it was good to be going home.
Sandra had no problem admitting that, no problem at all. Not that she didn’t get a little twinge watching de Gaulle fall away, but that had to happen.
It’d never be the same Paris she went back to, after all (and she did have to go back; she’d probably been in too much of a rush, but she barely remembered anything about the Louvre, although the Musee d'Orsay had faired better). All she’d have left of it would be the memories and the souvenirs, though, and both of those things were the most likely to get lost as time went by.
Well now she was just depressing herself, and that just wouldn’t do. She looked out the window again, and then to her right. Noah gave her a confused smile and Claude, one seat over, sitting gingerly so as to not disturb his bandage, contributed a quick wave.
She smiled at them both, and turned back, relaxing against the soft leather.
It’d been awful nice of that Mr. Linderman, to bump all three of them up to first class like that. Just like it’d been awful nice of him to make sure Claude got a private room, and to come visit every other day till he’d been released.
For the head of the company, and someone that’d apparently only met the two of them briefly on the first day of the conference, he sure seemed like a very hands-on kind of boss, and Sandra supposed that was a good thing.
And it was a good thing, if it got them complimentary champagne and seats that felt wide and comfortable enough to melt in, and it was especially a good thing if it got Claude the room to stretch out.
Sure, the man’s presence had tended to make both Noah and Claude kind of jumpy, but she figured, anyone would be like that around their boss, and he did seem like a very nice man.
Polite, well-dressed, soft-spoken, and she was almost certain Claude’s joke about mob ties had been just that, a joke. Almost certain. Mostly certain, because meeting people like that just didn’t happen to people like her, and besides, why would a man like that bother with a paper company?
She glanced to her right again and caught Claude looking at her, almost sadly, for a quick second before he realized she was looking back. And then he grinned and winked, expression from before entirely untraceable, and she smiled before turning away. But not before she saw him blush, and drop his eyes to stare dedicatedly at the magazine in his lap.
Yes, it’d been a very good trip, all things considered, but it was nice to be going home.
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