[Original: Drabble] "You'd Be Back to Bother Me" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: You’d Be Back to Bother Me
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 mini table of doom (‘survive’)
Word Count: 314
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke and Howell listen to the radio…
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
You'd Be Back to Bother Me
Howell was always annoyed when I sang along with the radio, so of course, I did it whenever possible.
We didn’t listen to music very often, since we had to be alert on duty, but when we did, my partner had surprisingly good taste for someone who’d heard the “William Tell Overture” when it was brand new. Mostly, we kept the radio on the Oldies station, volume turned down so we could hear any bulletins, but I heard a familiar piano riff and reached over to turn it up.
“At first I was afraid, I was petrified,” I sang along with Gloria Gaynor.
Howell stopped at a red light and rolled his eyes.
“Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side.”
“Jones…” my partner said.
“But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong.”
“Jones…” He was scowling, but I knew he wasn’t actually upset. Howell had a whole range of scowls and growls, and I prided myself on being able to tell when he really was mad at me. His current scowl said ‘how did I get stuck with you as a partner?’- it was one I was very familiar with.
“And I grew strong. And I learned how to get along!”
“Jones,” said Howell, again, and I could almost see his smile. “You are a grown woman and more importantly, a police officer. You might try to act like it occasionally.”
“That would ruin my plan, sir,” I said. “I’m luring everyone into underestimating me, so that when I do act responsibly, it has that much more impact.”
“I’m thinking that day might be a long time coming,” drawled Howell.
I grinned. “Did you think I’d crumble? Di you think I’d lay down and die?”
“Jones,” he said, but this time, there really was laughter in his voice.
“Oh, no, not I. I will survive…”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 mini table of doom (‘survive’)
Word Count: 314
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke and Howell listen to the radio…
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
You'd Be Back to Bother Me
Howell was always annoyed when I sang along with the radio, so of course, I did it whenever possible.
We didn’t listen to music very often, since we had to be alert on duty, but when we did, my partner had surprisingly good taste for someone who’d heard the “William Tell Overture” when it was brand new. Mostly, we kept the radio on the Oldies station, volume turned down so we could hear any bulletins, but I heard a familiar piano riff and reached over to turn it up.
“At first I was afraid, I was petrified,” I sang along with Gloria Gaynor.
Howell stopped at a red light and rolled his eyes.
“Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side.”
“Jones…” my partner said.
“But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong.”
“Jones…” He was scowling, but I knew he wasn’t actually upset. Howell had a whole range of scowls and growls, and I prided myself on being able to tell when he really was mad at me. His current scowl said ‘how did I get stuck with you as a partner?’- it was one I was very familiar with.
“And I grew strong. And I learned how to get along!”
“Jones,” said Howell, again, and I could almost see his smile. “You are a grown woman and more importantly, a police officer. You might try to act like it occasionally.”
“That would ruin my plan, sir,” I said. “I’m luring everyone into underestimating me, so that when I do act responsibly, it has that much more impact.”
“I’m thinking that day might be a long time coming,” drawled Howell.
I grinned. “Did you think I’d crumble? Di you think I’d lay down and die?”
“Jones,” he said, but this time, there really was laughter in his voice.
“Oh, no, not I. I will survive…”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold