[Original: Drabble] "Watch for Doors" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Watch for Doors
Prompt: writerverse challenge #16 january table of doom, prompt‘split lip’
Word Count: 265
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: “This isn’t funny, Jones.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Watch for Doors
“This isn’t funny, Jones,” snapped Howell, and I only just managed not to smile.
“Hold still, sir,” I said. “Not talking would help me get this done faster.”
He scowled, one of his truly annoyed scowls, but I could tell it wasn’t really aimed at me. I ignored the scowl, and dipped Howell’s handkerchief back into the glass of water, then carefully dabbed it at his split lip.
There were days that I thought my partner was invincible, when he’d run headlong into danger and come out the other side without so much as a scratch- usually when I’d gotten more than a few bruises myself.
And then there were days when he got clocked in the face by the edge of a suddenly-opened door.
“You’re lucky it didn’t smack you in the nose, sir,” I continued. “You’d probably have broken it, and let me tell you, that is no fun at all.”
Howell snorted. “Do you believe that in a hundred years in law enforcement, I’ve never broken my nose?”
I paused, still holding the handkerchief. “Now that you’ve said that, absolutely not. And now I’m imagining you in all kinds of nineteenth century fisticuffs…”
“Okay, stop,” said Howell. He caught one of my mock-boxing fists, took the handkerchief back, then let me go again. “Firstly, it was the twentieth century by the time I joined the force. And secondly, whatever you imagine, I just know it’s ridiculous.”
“Of course it is,” I agreed. “Are you going to watch out for doors now?”
He scowled at me, and I grinned. “Back to work, Jones.”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow
Prompt: writerverse challenge #16 january table of doom, prompt‘split lip’
Word Count: 265
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: “This isn’t funny, Jones.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Watch for Doors
“This isn’t funny, Jones,” snapped Howell, and I only just managed not to smile.
“Hold still, sir,” I said. “Not talking would help me get this done faster.”
He scowled, one of his truly annoyed scowls, but I could tell it wasn’t really aimed at me. I ignored the scowl, and dipped Howell’s handkerchief back into the glass of water, then carefully dabbed it at his split lip.
There were days that I thought my partner was invincible, when he’d run headlong into danger and come out the other side without so much as a scratch- usually when I’d gotten more than a few bruises myself.
And then there were days when he got clocked in the face by the edge of a suddenly-opened door.
“You’re lucky it didn’t smack you in the nose, sir,” I continued. “You’d probably have broken it, and let me tell you, that is no fun at all.”
Howell snorted. “Do you believe that in a hundred years in law enforcement, I’ve never broken my nose?”
I paused, still holding the handkerchief. “Now that you’ve said that, absolutely not. And now I’m imagining you in all kinds of nineteenth century fisticuffs…”
“Okay, stop,” said Howell. He caught one of my mock-boxing fists, took the handkerchief back, then let me go again. “Firstly, it was the twentieth century by the time I joined the force. And secondly, whatever you imagine, I just know it’s ridiculous.”
“Of course it is,” I agreed. “Are you going to watch out for doors now?”
He scowled at me, and I grinned. “Back to work, Jones.”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow