This Never Ending Game - A Greg/Clive Ficlet
It's me again. I bet everyone's sick of seeing me posting :/ But I bring another Greg/Clive ficlet. Hope you like :D
Title: This Never Ending Game
Characters: Greg, Clive
Pairing: Greg/Clive
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 728
Summary: This game could never end in a draw. One of them had to win.
Authors Notes: I wrote this whilst talking to drgncrystlwlkr. Cookies to you for being so encouraging and reading over it for me. Set in a Britline recording.
There it was. That look. Peering through dark rimmed glasses and holding him like a deer caught in headlights. It took his breath. His eyes grew wide. Looking away, Clive stuttered his lines and had to do the take again. Then came that satisfied smirk and the slight raise of an eyebrow. Greg had won the first point.
Okay, Mr. P. Just don't try to get too smart.
The show progressed from then without a hitch; Greg was behaving and Clive was plotting. Revenge would be sweet.
“We'll now go to a game called Superheroes, and this is for all four contestants who are going to be a group of well - superheroes. Starting with Greg, so if you'd like to come down. Can I have some suggestions of a world crisis?” Clive spun round in his chair to face the audience trying to catch a few decent suggestions. “Okay, there's a shortage of women. Now what kind of Superhero do you think Greg is?” Then he heard the perfect suggestion: In love With Clive Anderson Man. This would be fun. If he could have done so without reprimand or ridicule, Clive would have snickered like Muttley*.
Greg's trademark grin faltered when he heard the suggestion. He glanced at Clive who showed no hint of amusement, but if you knew him like Greg did, you'd have seem the glint in those bright blue eyes.
“Ah, yes. Think you can manage that, Greg?”
“Well, who doesn't love a shine like that?”
“I know, and you could use it for a mirror so you'd be extra happy. Now, I think you should get on with the game, don't you?”
Greg flicked his head in an over dramatic gesture before diving into the scene.
He put his hands on his hips and sung loudly, “Oh Mr. Anderson, the host of Whose Line, his head is bald one, and when light hits it it shines! His bright blue eyes are sharp, his wit is unmatched, oh how I love Clive, one unbelievable catch!”
The audience roared with laughter and applause and a chuckle escaped Clive's lips.
“Sorry, I must have got carried away there. Love, eh? Let's just check my World Crisis Monitor. LEAPING SALAMANDERS OF FLAME! There's a shortage of women! Not that that's a problem for me.” He winked at Clive. “I hope my super-friends arrive soon to help me!”
The other contestants entered and left the scene having solved the crisis. They all returned to their seats while Clive allocated points.
“That's two hundred points for everyone, but I'm taking away a hundred for every mention of my head so Greg scores zero for that round.”
Greg shrugged, “It was worth it darling!”
The audience loved the games, but the sniping was just as good. They applauded loudly at Greg's remark. Point number two goes to Mr. Anderson.
The taping drew to a close and the audience and cast left the studio. Clive stayed at his desk organising the cards on his table.
“You did that on purpose.”
Clive turned to look at the source of the voice. Greg was leaning on one of the side panels of the set, arms folded across his chest.
“Maybe I did.”
Greg began to approach the desk. “It was rather unsubtle for a man such as yourself.”
“The suggestion was that you were in love with me, not the other way around, Greg.”
“It is the other way around though as well, isn't it? You are in love with me.”
Clive looked down at his paper for a second then back up at Greg who was staring at him. He stood up and advanced towards Greg who hadn't quite made it to the side of Clive's desk. He stopped toe to toe with the taller American and looked him right in the eye.
“Yes,” Clive said firmly before reaching up to kiss Greg. Before Greg had a chance to respond the pressure on his lips was gone, along with the Englishman who had stood before him. Clive 2: Greg 1.
Smirking to himself, Greg turned on his heel and set off to find Mr. Anderson. The only way this game was going to end was when he won, and he had the perfect game plan.
Finite.
Title: This Never Ending Game
Characters: Greg, Clive
Pairing: Greg/Clive
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 728
Summary: This game could never end in a draw. One of them had to win.
Authors Notes: I wrote this whilst talking to drgncrystlwlkr. Cookies to you for being so encouraging and reading over it for me. Set in a Britline recording.
There it was. That look. Peering through dark rimmed glasses and holding him like a deer caught in headlights. It took his breath. His eyes grew wide. Looking away, Clive stuttered his lines and had to do the take again. Then came that satisfied smirk and the slight raise of an eyebrow. Greg had won the first point.
Okay, Mr. P. Just don't try to get too smart.
The show progressed from then without a hitch; Greg was behaving and Clive was plotting. Revenge would be sweet.
“We'll now go to a game called Superheroes, and this is for all four contestants who are going to be a group of well - superheroes. Starting with Greg, so if you'd like to come down. Can I have some suggestions of a world crisis?” Clive spun round in his chair to face the audience trying to catch a few decent suggestions. “Okay, there's a shortage of women. Now what kind of Superhero do you think Greg is?” Then he heard the perfect suggestion: In love With Clive Anderson Man. This would be fun. If he could have done so without reprimand or ridicule, Clive would have snickered like Muttley*.
Greg's trademark grin faltered when he heard the suggestion. He glanced at Clive who showed no hint of amusement, but if you knew him like Greg did, you'd have seem the glint in those bright blue eyes.
“Ah, yes. Think you can manage that, Greg?”
“Well, who doesn't love a shine like that?”
“I know, and you could use it for a mirror so you'd be extra happy. Now, I think you should get on with the game, don't you?”
Greg flicked his head in an over dramatic gesture before diving into the scene.
He put his hands on his hips and sung loudly, “Oh Mr. Anderson, the host of Whose Line, his head is bald one, and when light hits it it shines! His bright blue eyes are sharp, his wit is unmatched, oh how I love Clive, one unbelievable catch!”
The audience roared with laughter and applause and a chuckle escaped Clive's lips.
“Sorry, I must have got carried away there. Love, eh? Let's just check my World Crisis Monitor. LEAPING SALAMANDERS OF FLAME! There's a shortage of women! Not that that's a problem for me.” He winked at Clive. “I hope my super-friends arrive soon to help me!”
The other contestants entered and left the scene having solved the crisis. They all returned to their seats while Clive allocated points.
“That's two hundred points for everyone, but I'm taking away a hundred for every mention of my head so Greg scores zero for that round.”
Greg shrugged, “It was worth it darling!”
The audience loved the games, but the sniping was just as good. They applauded loudly at Greg's remark. Point number two goes to Mr. Anderson.
The taping drew to a close and the audience and cast left the studio. Clive stayed at his desk organising the cards on his table.
“You did that on purpose.”
Clive turned to look at the source of the voice. Greg was leaning on one of the side panels of the set, arms folded across his chest.
“Maybe I did.”
Greg began to approach the desk. “It was rather unsubtle for a man such as yourself.”
“The suggestion was that you were in love with me, not the other way around, Greg.”
“It is the other way around though as well, isn't it? You are in love with me.”
Clive looked down at his paper for a second then back up at Greg who was staring at him. He stood up and advanced towards Greg who hadn't quite made it to the side of Clive's desk. He stopped toe to toe with the taller American and looked him right in the eye.
“Yes,” Clive said firmly before reaching up to kiss Greg. Before Greg had a chance to respond the pressure on his lips was gone, along with the Englishman who had stood before him. Clive 2: Greg 1.
Smirking to himself, Greg turned on his heel and set off to find Mr. Anderson. The only way this game was going to end was when he won, and he had the perfect game plan.
Finite.