Lost Keys Syndrome
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Victor and Janet Stein
Prompt: Black Hole
Notes: Table 8 of the 5x10 Prompts challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Janet's lost her keys.
Janet snarled and let her temper get the better of her. She yanked a drawer out of its slot and turned it over on the table.
"What on earth are you doing?"
"Can’t. Find. Keys."
Victor watched her rifle through the drawer’s contents for a few minutes and vaguely contemplated just letting her go through all the drawers-he knew better than to stick his hand in there. No, he decided. She’ll kill me.
"Your keys are on your desk, babe. Y’know. Where we left them."
Janet threw a wad of paper and a box of matches at him. "They are not! I’ve looked! They’re nowhere!"
"Have you checked you jacket?" Victor bent down to pick up the matches. The paper had disappeared.
"Duh, stupid!"
She had a screwdriver in her hand this time. He ducked around the wall to avoid being speared.
"Then maybe you should ask the pixies!"
She jumped up and ran after him, screwdriver in hand. He hopped over the couch and let her chase him around the room. She stopped when he turned and dangled her keys before her face.
"Where did you get those?" she demanded.
He let her guess for a moment longer.
"I took your car to be washed, remember?" he replied, very slowly.
She gaped at him, then snatched her keys.
"Shut up."
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Victor and Janet Stein
Prompt: Black Hole
Notes: Table 8 of the 5x10 Prompts challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Janet's lost her keys.
Janet snarled and let her temper get the better of her. She yanked a drawer out of its slot and turned it over on the table.
"What on earth are you doing?"
"Can’t. Find. Keys."
Victor watched her rifle through the drawer’s contents for a few minutes and vaguely contemplated just letting her go through all the drawers-he knew better than to stick his hand in there. No, he decided. She’ll kill me.
"Your keys are on your desk, babe. Y’know. Where we left them."
Janet threw a wad of paper and a box of matches at him. "They are not! I’ve looked! They’re nowhere!"
"Have you checked you jacket?" Victor bent down to pick up the matches. The paper had disappeared.
"Duh, stupid!"
She had a screwdriver in her hand this time. He ducked around the wall to avoid being speared.
"Then maybe you should ask the pixies!"
She jumped up and ran after him, screwdriver in hand. He hopped over the couch and let her chase him around the room. She stopped when he turned and dangled her keys before her face.
"Where did you get those?" she demanded.
He let her guess for a moment longer.
"I took your car to be washed, remember?" he replied, very slowly.
She gaped at him, then snatched her keys.
"Shut up."