COUP!
COUP!
losers. gen fic. short.
some kind of crack. all kinds of silliness.
comic!verse / londoncalling.
warning: bad language. a terrible word is used. OH NO. (hint:it's not coup)
Cougar and Jensen on a boat off the coast of England. Jensen has an awesome idea. Cougar has doubts about the awesomeness of the idea.
Cougar doesn't like the rain. It makes him crabby and bitch-faced.
Jensen's not overly fond of the whole rain and fog and mist and generally shitty weather that the United Kingdom seems famous for either.
But to be honest Jensen's kind of excited right now.
Clay and Aisha are infiltrating a building.
(boring)
Pooch is playing lookout and getaway man.
(even more boring)
And Jensen and Cougar get to invade a country.
(awesome)
Well, they're only technically invading, really it's just taking it over for a few hours.
But it has some serious fun potential. All he needs is Cougar on his side.
"Hey Cougs,"
The sniper looks at him suspiciously. Why Cougar always seems to know when Jensen is planning to be up to something is something Jensen doesn't know, but it seems a little unfair really.
"Do you remember when you said you'd always love me and would do anything to make me happy?"
"...I have never said any of that."
"Semantics."
Cougar raises an eyebrow.
"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to"
Cougar levels his even look at Jensen. The one that says get to the point before I start completely ignoring you.
"Weeeell," He drawls out the word because, okay, no matter how much of an awesome idea it is, convincing Cougar to join in is harder than it used to be.
"I was just thinking, you know, we're going to this place. And, like, I was thinking." He rubs his forehead, wiping at the rain that itches as it runs down his face and fogs up his glasses. He's stalling, he knows this.
"We should stage a coup."
Cougar's silent. Which means either he thinks it's a fucking awesome idea and he's seriously thinking about it. Or, more likely, he's trying to think of a polite way to call Jensen a fucking moron.
"Come on man! COUP!"
It's a fucking awesome word.
"No."
"COUP!" He maybe actually raises his arms.
(\o/)
It's a fucking fun word.
Cougar looks across at him.
"No."
Jensen's spent so much time cooped up with computers while everyone else has been gallavanting around with their families, or hot Afghani chicks, or fucking around in Mexico, or whatever the fuck. Like cunts.
Jensen's actually - and sadly - fucking excited to be storming a sovereign nation.
(sailing to a mostly abandoned artillary platform and holding a couple of old guys hostage for an hour or two.)
So fine, if Cougar was going to be all mopey and not join in on the fun.
"You know what? Fuck you, I'll come back. Later. With out you. Take this place by myself."
He settles back into his seat, an almost sulk, watching Cougar ignore him as he navigates the boat over the waves.
"Then I'll crown myself king." Cougar looks back at him, face unreadable and Jensen grins at him. His best you know you want in on this grin.
"Oh come on! I bet deep down inside you wanna be king. You are secretly Simba and you just can't wait to be king. You can tell me, you big girl."
Cougar looks forward, back out the window again, but Jensen can see his shoulders moving slightly; can hear his quiet fucking chuckling.
Oh yeah, Jensen's going to win this argument. Maybe not now. But eventually. After all, Jensen has crazy patience on his side.
losers. gen fic. short.
some kind of crack. all kinds of silliness.
comic!verse / londoncalling.
warning: bad language. a terrible word is used. OH NO. (hint:it's not coup)
Cougar and Jensen on a boat off the coast of England. Jensen has an awesome idea. Cougar has doubts about the awesomeness of the idea.
Cougar doesn't like the rain. It makes him crabby and bitch-faced.
Jensen's not overly fond of the whole rain and fog and mist and generally shitty weather that the United Kingdom seems famous for either.
But to be honest Jensen's kind of excited right now.
Clay and Aisha are infiltrating a building.
(boring)
Pooch is playing lookout and getaway man.
(even more boring)
And Jensen and Cougar get to invade a country.
(awesome)
Well, they're only technically invading, really it's just taking it over for a few hours.
But it has some serious fun potential. All he needs is Cougar on his side.
"Hey Cougs,"
The sniper looks at him suspiciously. Why Cougar always seems to know when Jensen is planning to be up to something is something Jensen doesn't know, but it seems a little unfair really.
"Do you remember when you said you'd always love me and would do anything to make me happy?"
"...I have never said any of that."
"Semantics."
Cougar raises an eyebrow.
"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to"
Cougar levels his even look at Jensen. The one that says get to the point before I start completely ignoring you.
"Weeeell," He drawls out the word because, okay, no matter how much of an awesome idea it is, convincing Cougar to join in is harder than it used to be.
"I was just thinking, you know, we're going to this place. And, like, I was thinking." He rubs his forehead, wiping at the rain that itches as it runs down his face and fogs up his glasses. He's stalling, he knows this.
"We should stage a coup."
Cougar's silent. Which means either he thinks it's a fucking awesome idea and he's seriously thinking about it. Or, more likely, he's trying to think of a polite way to call Jensen a fucking moron.
"Come on man! COUP!"
It's a fucking awesome word.
"No."
"COUP!" He maybe actually raises his arms.
(\o/)
It's a fucking fun word.
Cougar looks across at him.
"No."
Jensen's spent so much time cooped up with computers while everyone else has been gallavanting around with their families, or hot Afghani chicks, or fucking around in Mexico, or whatever the fuck. Like cunts.
Jensen's actually - and sadly - fucking excited to be storming a sovereign nation.
(sailing to a mostly abandoned artillary platform and holding a couple of old guys hostage for an hour or two.)
So fine, if Cougar was going to be all mopey and not join in on the fun.
"You know what? Fuck you, I'll come back. Later. With out you. Take this place by myself."
He settles back into his seat, an almost sulk, watching Cougar ignore him as he navigates the boat over the waves.
"Then I'll crown myself king." Cougar looks back at him, face unreadable and Jensen grins at him. His best you know you want in on this grin.
"Oh come on! I bet deep down inside you wanna be king. You are secretly Simba and you just can't wait to be king. You can tell me, you big girl."
Cougar looks forward, back out the window again, but Jensen can see his shoulders moving slightly; can hear his quiet fucking chuckling.
Oh yeah, Jensen's going to win this argument. Maybe not now. But eventually. After all, Jensen has crazy patience on his side.