FAKE Double Drabble: Domino Effect
Title: Domino Effect
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Ted, Drake, Marty, JJ, Chief Smith.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 220: Amnesty 22 at drabble_weekly, using Challenge 83: Sneeze.
Spoilers/Setting: After the manga.
Summary: All Ryo did was sneeze...
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ryo sneezed so hard and so suddenly that his desk chair shot backwards, almost ramming into Ted, who was passing behind his desk on his way from the printer with a stack of paperwork he’d just made copies of.
Ted gave a startled yelp, trying to dodge out of the way, lost his grip on the paperwork, which scattered everywhere, and stepped sideways right onto Drake’s foot, elbowing him in the ribs in the process and causing him to drop one of the coffee mugs he was carrying. Needless to say, it smashed, sending shards skittering across the linoleum tiles and splashing coffee across the papers on the floor.
Meanwhile Drake, having lost his balance when he’d been elbowed, tripped on his own feet and fell into Marty’s lap, knocking the plastic pot Marty kept his pens in off the desk.
Pens and pencils went rolling in every direction just as JJ came into the squad room to see what all the yelling was about. He trod on a pen and slipped, falling into the trash bin by Drake’s desk.
The Chief’s office door burst open.
“What the hell’s going on?”
“Sorry, Sir,” Ryo said, bemused. “My fault. I sneezed.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Ted, Drake, Marty, JJ, Chief Smith.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 220: Amnesty 22 at drabble_weekly, using Challenge 83: Sneeze.
Spoilers/Setting: After the manga.
Summary: All Ryo did was sneeze...
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ryo sneezed so hard and so suddenly that his desk chair shot backwards, almost ramming into Ted, who was passing behind his desk on his way from the printer with a stack of paperwork he’d just made copies of.
Ted gave a startled yelp, trying to dodge out of the way, lost his grip on the paperwork, which scattered everywhere, and stepped sideways right onto Drake’s foot, elbowing him in the ribs in the process and causing him to drop one of the coffee mugs he was carrying. Needless to say, it smashed, sending shards skittering across the linoleum tiles and splashing coffee across the papers on the floor.
Meanwhile Drake, having lost his balance when he’d been elbowed, tripped on his own feet and fell into Marty’s lap, knocking the plastic pot Marty kept his pens in off the desk.
Pens and pencils went rolling in every direction just as JJ came into the squad room to see what all the yelling was about. He trod on a pen and slipped, falling into the trash bin by Drake’s desk.
The Chief’s office door burst open.
“What the hell’s going on?”
“Sorry, Sir,” Ryo said, bemused. “My fault. I sneezed.”
The End