POI fic: Vacation
TITLE: POI fic - Vacation
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
WORD COUNT: 981
SUMMARY: After Finch's rescue from Root, the guys take a little R&R
After searching for his friend for so long, Reese was reluctant to let Finch out of his sight. However, Harold had been quite insistent on shooing John from their motel room. Reese figured after all that time as Root’s captive the private little man was in desperate need of some alone time. So John reluctantly went off to celebrate their success with Carter at a local bar.
Although he had only indulged in a few drinks, it was apparently still enough to impair John’s judgment sufficiently that he allowed himself to be goaded into trying to ride the mechanical bull. It didn’t end well. Carter nearly became collateral damage when she choked on her beer watching John’s inelegant dismount. Picking his battered self up off the barroom floor, John let himself be shepherded back to the room by Carter, who alternated between fussing over him and laughing at him.
Finch was shocked and dismayed at John’s injuries. He blinked several times, his mind apparently failing to absorb Carter’s explanation of the incident. John knew that only his woebegone state was saving him from a dressing down by the worried Finch.
In addition to his sore ribs and injured wrist, Reese must have also suffered brain damage. That was the only explanation he could think of for letting himself be talked into their little vacation by Finch. Harold was convinced Reese needed to rest and recover after his embarrassing debacle at the bar, and claimed to have come up with the perfect hideaway from the CIA, FBI, or any of their other enemies. John would have to agree that Disney World would definitely be one of the last places on earth anyone would expect to find them.
Finch gave a wistful look at the park brochures as they checked in to their 2-bedroom suite. His leg just wouldn’t be up to the amount of walking required. Noting the look, John made appropriate arrangements. Finch was surprised but secretly delighted when John presented him with the sleek black and yellow machine from Bumblebee scooters. “Just like the transformer!” Finch exclaimed in delight. John was reminded of that statement when he caught Finch poking around at the machine later that evening.
Finch’s idea of dressing down for their vacation was a pair of crisply pleated tan pants and a blinding white shirt. He went without a tie and had the top 2 buttons undone in deference to the heat. John was more casual in a black T-shirt, cutoff jeans and flip-flops. Topping off his ensemble was a pair of mouse ears that made John feel ridiculous, which he suspected was the point of Harold’s “gift”. He retaliated by fixing a big balloon to the back of Finch’s scooter.
Finch hadn’t been too impressed with the safari tour at Animal Kingdom, but then he really wasn’t an outdoorsy kind of guy. Finch had also seemed a bit befuddled by the Festival of the Lion King. Considering John’s recent ordeal trying to find Finch, he thought they should pass on the Finding Nemo show as that would stir up unpleasant feelings. After some debate and an initial test run by John, they decided that the Dinosaur ride would be too rough and jerky for Finch. Harold seemed disappointed to miss the animatronic dinosaurs. He pouted and bullied John into going on the Primeval Twirl with him instead. John gripped Finch protectively when the centrifugal force of their spinning car plastered the smaller man to his side, and he broke into a broad grin when Harold let out an excited “wheeeee!” as they plunged down a hill.
Finch wasn’t much more enthused over the Jungle Ride at Magic Kingdom than he had been over the safari tour at Animal Kingdom. Apparently fake animals didn’t have the same fascination as fake dinosaurs. John laughed to himself as he watched Harold try and maintain an air of politeness and not wrinkle his nose at the awful jokes inflicted on them by their “guide”. Fortunately they both found Pirates of the Caribbean much more amusing. Reese remarked that Fusco would have fit right in with that motley crew. The Haunted Mansion was even better, as they each tried to outdo the other in spotting all the scary details. Having done okay on the Primeval Twirl, John insisted that they had to take a spin on the Teacups; Harold rolled his eyes but acquiesced.
Finch was aghast when John tore into the large turkey leg he bought for lunch, his own salad forgotten as he watched John’s table manners with dismay. John shrugged off his attitude, remarking that all the walking and a few rides on Space Mountain had given him an appetite. Besides, he had eaten a lot worse out in the field.
Finch was a little miffed when John beat his score on the Buzz Lightyear ride. His attitude didn’t improve much when John was again victorious on the Toy Story Arcade shoot out in Hollywood Studios (John privately thought that as a trained sniper he really should have been much closer to the high score of the day on both rides). Although John proclaimed that after jumping out of airplanes the Tower of Terror had been no big deal, Finch looked skeptical. They both loved the new Star Wars ride, going on repeatedly to see as many of the different scenes as they could. After their last ride John presented Finch with a stuffed Yoda from the gift shop. That put them in the right mood for some burgers and shakes at the Sci Fi Diner. They ended up discussing the characteristics of their favorite Muppets as they traveled on to the last park.
John just knew that Harold would love Epcot, bless his little geeky heart. He smiled indulgently as Harold chattered on happily about what the future might bring. It was good to have his friend back.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
WORD COUNT: 981
SUMMARY: After Finch's rescue from Root, the guys take a little R&R
After searching for his friend for so long, Reese was reluctant to let Finch out of his sight. However, Harold had been quite insistent on shooing John from their motel room. Reese figured after all that time as Root’s captive the private little man was in desperate need of some alone time. So John reluctantly went off to celebrate their success with Carter at a local bar.
Although he had only indulged in a few drinks, it was apparently still enough to impair John’s judgment sufficiently that he allowed himself to be goaded into trying to ride the mechanical bull. It didn’t end well. Carter nearly became collateral damage when she choked on her beer watching John’s inelegant dismount. Picking his battered self up off the barroom floor, John let himself be shepherded back to the room by Carter, who alternated between fussing over him and laughing at him.
Finch was shocked and dismayed at John’s injuries. He blinked several times, his mind apparently failing to absorb Carter’s explanation of the incident. John knew that only his woebegone state was saving him from a dressing down by the worried Finch.
In addition to his sore ribs and injured wrist, Reese must have also suffered brain damage. That was the only explanation he could think of for letting himself be talked into their little vacation by Finch. Harold was convinced Reese needed to rest and recover after his embarrassing debacle at the bar, and claimed to have come up with the perfect hideaway from the CIA, FBI, or any of their other enemies. John would have to agree that Disney World would definitely be one of the last places on earth anyone would expect to find them.
Finch gave a wistful look at the park brochures as they checked in to their 2-bedroom suite. His leg just wouldn’t be up to the amount of walking required. Noting the look, John made appropriate arrangements. Finch was surprised but secretly delighted when John presented him with the sleek black and yellow machine from Bumblebee scooters. “Just like the transformer!” Finch exclaimed in delight. John was reminded of that statement when he caught Finch poking around at the machine later that evening.
Finch’s idea of dressing down for their vacation was a pair of crisply pleated tan pants and a blinding white shirt. He went without a tie and had the top 2 buttons undone in deference to the heat. John was more casual in a black T-shirt, cutoff jeans and flip-flops. Topping off his ensemble was a pair of mouse ears that made John feel ridiculous, which he suspected was the point of Harold’s “gift”. He retaliated by fixing a big balloon to the back of Finch’s scooter.
Finch hadn’t been too impressed with the safari tour at Animal Kingdom, but then he really wasn’t an outdoorsy kind of guy. Finch had also seemed a bit befuddled by the Festival of the Lion King. Considering John’s recent ordeal trying to find Finch, he thought they should pass on the Finding Nemo show as that would stir up unpleasant feelings. After some debate and an initial test run by John, they decided that the Dinosaur ride would be too rough and jerky for Finch. Harold seemed disappointed to miss the animatronic dinosaurs. He pouted and bullied John into going on the Primeval Twirl with him instead. John gripped Finch protectively when the centrifugal force of their spinning car plastered the smaller man to his side, and he broke into a broad grin when Harold let out an excited “wheeeee!” as they plunged down a hill.
Finch wasn’t much more enthused over the Jungle Ride at Magic Kingdom than he had been over the safari tour at Animal Kingdom. Apparently fake animals didn’t have the same fascination as fake dinosaurs. John laughed to himself as he watched Harold try and maintain an air of politeness and not wrinkle his nose at the awful jokes inflicted on them by their “guide”. Fortunately they both found Pirates of the Caribbean much more amusing. Reese remarked that Fusco would have fit right in with that motley crew. The Haunted Mansion was even better, as they each tried to outdo the other in spotting all the scary details. Having done okay on the Primeval Twirl, John insisted that they had to take a spin on the Teacups; Harold rolled his eyes but acquiesced.
Finch was aghast when John tore into the large turkey leg he bought for lunch, his own salad forgotten as he watched John’s table manners with dismay. John shrugged off his attitude, remarking that all the walking and a few rides on Space Mountain had given him an appetite. Besides, he had eaten a lot worse out in the field.
Finch was a little miffed when John beat his score on the Buzz Lightyear ride. His attitude didn’t improve much when John was again victorious on the Toy Story Arcade shoot out in Hollywood Studios (John privately thought that as a trained sniper he really should have been much closer to the high score of the day on both rides). Although John proclaimed that after jumping out of airplanes the Tower of Terror had been no big deal, Finch looked skeptical. They both loved the new Star Wars ride, going on repeatedly to see as many of the different scenes as they could. After their last ride John presented Finch with a stuffed Yoda from the gift shop. That put them in the right mood for some burgers and shakes at the Sci Fi Diner. They ended up discussing the characteristics of their favorite Muppets as they traveled on to the last park.
John just knew that Harold would love Epcot, bless his little geeky heart. He smiled indulgently as Harold chattered on happily about what the future might bring. It was good to have his friend back.