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Fic: Buttery Take-Out
Title: Buttery Take-Out
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: CJ/OC, some other OCs
Rating: G
Summary: CJ brings dinner home almost every night.
Warning: pre-series fluff ; part of a series still under construction *Written for adventdrabbles 2019 at DreamWidth. Prompt: Starry Sky, Icicles, Christmas Holiday Baking, and Warming up with Hot Chocolate
Disclaimer: The characters belong to their respective actors and Rupert Holmes. AMC dumped the crew, therefore they get ZERO credit. The OCs are mine.
CJ glanced at the cloudless sky as he walked down Third Avenue, carrying the evening's dinner ingredients in a paper bag. It had gotten dark fairly early that night but, save the lights of downtown Pittsburgh, he could see the stars. It was too bad, he thought, that it was so cold; this would be a good night to sit on the roof, with his wife, nursing hot chocolate.
As he reached the Irene Apartments, CJ smiled at the two young boys - who lived on the fourth floor - as they spotted him. "Be careful!" one called, as the other pointed toward a slight sheen of ice forming on the pavement.
"Thank you for the warning," he offered, taking care to side-step the area. "Are you on ice duty?"
Both boys nodded. "Free pe-pole felled already!" the younger one announced.
"Oh my goodness," CJ gasped. "I hope they weren't hurt." Both boys shook their heads. "What do you have there?" he asked, shifting the paper bag into his elbow, and nodding to the boys' hands. Both boys were sucking on icicles, as if they were popsicles and it was the middle of summer. "Keepin' cool, I see," he smiled, as both showed off their snack. With a nod toward the ice, he added: "I'll let you get back to work."
"Bye!" the younger one called, not even looking up from his treat. CJ fought a laugh and stepped past them, into a decidedly warmer building. The boys' mother was coming down the stairs, and he gave a polite nod as he moved through the small lobby and up the few stairs to the first floor.
CJ's apartment was the first door on the left, and it took a moment for him to juggle the bag to the other arm, so he could dig keys from his pocket. Once the door was open, CJ glanced in to see Willa, his wife, sitting at the table, hard at work, wrapping Christmas gifts.
"Cocoa on the stove," she said, making a face at the piece of ribbon currently fighting her.
"Fantastic!" CJ breathed as he pushed the door shut and set down the bag. Shrugging out of the coat, he stepped over to her and leaned in to kiss her cheek.
"Cold nose, Mister McHugh," she squeaked.
"Well, it's cold outside," he smirked, then nodded to the groceries. "Dinner in five."
"Fantastic."
CJ moved back into the kitchenette and started to unpack the contents of the bag, but his eyes caught sight of the mixer when he opened the cupboard containing plates. "Honey," he asked, "what happened to the mixer?" The housing had been removed and the internal wiring was visible.
"It decided that it didn't want to participate in the holiday," Willa replied as she swung her legs around the side of the chair. Using the table as leverage, Willa pulled herself up with a practiced ease and reached for her crutches. As she moved toward her husband, Willa smiled as his arms opened and pulled her into a hug.
"If we don't get that gingerbread made, we won't be able to participate in the holiday, either." She smiled again, as his arm tightened around her waist and lifted her slightly, taking the pressure and weight off her leg braces.
"I guess you'll just have to roll up those sleeves and get dirty, Mister McHugh." CJ smirked and gave Willa a kiss before setting her back down. "So," she leaned against the crutches and glanced at what was soon to be dinner, "what was the special at the Buttery, tonight?"
"Oh, well," CJ replied with a flourish as he started to remove the aluminum foil covering each of the paper dishes, "we have turkey, mashed, and beans."
"I need to remember to make everyone down there a plate, for keeping you all fed, all year," Willa said as she swung the crutch to one side and moved back to the table. CJ made quick work of distributing dinner to regular plates while Willa added everyone at the restaurant to the list of who would get baked goods for the holiday.
"Are we going to be able to get it all done in time for the party?" CJ asked as he brought the plates and silverware over to the table. Willa moved the rest of the wrapping supplies out of the way and nodded as he returned for water glasses.
"I'm going across the street, at lunch, and see if I can get George to give me a good deal on a new one." CJ made a face and returned to the table, but Willa saw it. "He needs it to get made just as much as we do." CJ laughed as she dug in to her dinner, and quickly followed suit.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: CJ/OC, some other OCs
Rating: G
Summary: CJ brings dinner home almost every night.
Warning: pre-series fluff ; part of a series still under construction *Written for adventdrabbles 2019 at DreamWidth. Prompt: Starry Sky, Icicles, Christmas Holiday Baking, and Warming up with Hot Chocolate
Disclaimer: The characters belong to their respective actors and Rupert Holmes. AMC dumped the crew, therefore they get ZERO credit. The OCs are mine.
CJ glanced at the cloudless sky as he walked down Third Avenue, carrying the evening's dinner ingredients in a paper bag. It had gotten dark fairly early that night but, save the lights of downtown Pittsburgh, he could see the stars. It was too bad, he thought, that it was so cold; this would be a good night to sit on the roof, with his wife, nursing hot chocolate.
As he reached the Irene Apartments, CJ smiled at the two young boys - who lived on the fourth floor - as they spotted him. "Be careful!" one called, as the other pointed toward a slight sheen of ice forming on the pavement.
"Thank you for the warning," he offered, taking care to side-step the area. "Are you on ice duty?"
Both boys nodded. "Free pe-pole felled already!" the younger one announced.
"Oh my goodness," CJ gasped. "I hope they weren't hurt." Both boys shook their heads. "What do you have there?" he asked, shifting the paper bag into his elbow, and nodding to the boys' hands. Both boys were sucking on icicles, as if they were popsicles and it was the middle of summer. "Keepin' cool, I see," he smiled, as both showed off their snack. With a nod toward the ice, he added: "I'll let you get back to work."
"Bye!" the younger one called, not even looking up from his treat. CJ fought a laugh and stepped past them, into a decidedly warmer building. The boys' mother was coming down the stairs, and he gave a polite nod as he moved through the small lobby and up the few stairs to the first floor.
CJ's apartment was the first door on the left, and it took a moment for him to juggle the bag to the other arm, so he could dig keys from his pocket. Once the door was open, CJ glanced in to see Willa, his wife, sitting at the table, hard at work, wrapping Christmas gifts.
"Cocoa on the stove," she said, making a face at the piece of ribbon currently fighting her.
"Fantastic!" CJ breathed as he pushed the door shut and set down the bag. Shrugging out of the coat, he stepped over to her and leaned in to kiss her cheek.
"Cold nose, Mister McHugh," she squeaked.
"Well, it's cold outside," he smirked, then nodded to the groceries. "Dinner in five."
"Fantastic."
CJ moved back into the kitchenette and started to unpack the contents of the bag, but his eyes caught sight of the mixer when he opened the cupboard containing plates. "Honey," he asked, "what happened to the mixer?" The housing had been removed and the internal wiring was visible.
"It decided that it didn't want to participate in the holiday," Willa replied as she swung her legs around the side of the chair. Using the table as leverage, Willa pulled herself up with a practiced ease and reached for her crutches. As she moved toward her husband, Willa smiled as his arms opened and pulled her into a hug.
"If we don't get that gingerbread made, we won't be able to participate in the holiday, either." She smiled again, as his arm tightened around her waist and lifted her slightly, taking the pressure and weight off her leg braces.
"I guess you'll just have to roll up those sleeves and get dirty, Mister McHugh." CJ smirked and gave Willa a kiss before setting her back down. "So," she leaned against the crutches and glanced at what was soon to be dinner, "what was the special at the Buttery, tonight?"
"Oh, well," CJ replied with a flourish as he started to remove the aluminum foil covering each of the paper dishes, "we have turkey, mashed, and beans."
"I need to remember to make everyone down there a plate, for keeping you all fed, all year," Willa said as she swung the crutch to one side and moved back to the table. CJ made quick work of distributing dinner to regular plates while Willa added everyone at the restaurant to the list of who would get baked goods for the holiday.
"Are we going to be able to get it all done in time for the party?" CJ asked as he brought the plates and silverware over to the table. Willa moved the rest of the wrapping supplies out of the way and nodded as he returned for water glasses.
"I'm going across the street, at lunch, and see if I can get George to give me a good deal on a new one." CJ made a face and returned to the table, but Willa saw it. "He needs it to get made just as much as we do." CJ laughed as she dug in to her dinner, and quickly followed suit.