The Dresden Files / Bob / 03. Sanctuary

Jun 10, 2008 17:19

Title: Bad Timing
Fandom: The Dresden Files (tv-verse)
Characters: Harry, Bob
Prompt: 03. Sanctuary
Word Count: 685
Rating: G
Summary: Why do guests always arrive when you're in the shower?
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me. Just passing through.
Table: Here There be Ghosts


Harry Dresden would be the first to admit that there were some serious disadvantages to not having a water heater. For one thing, the water was always cold; excruciatingly so in the dead of the Chicago winter when the spray from the showerhead came out in needles of sleety ice. Sometimes the pipes froze altogether, leaving him without any water at all. Harry still shuddered whenever he thought of the time he'd called a bit of fire to thaw the pipes and had instead managed to rupture the sewage line. On that occasion, Bob had actually been grateful for his spectral state since he no longer possessed a sense of smell.

Then there were summer afternoons like this one when visible heat waves rose from the sun-baked asphalt and the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Now here was the kind of day that a cold shower could be as refreshing as a dip in a pool or a run through a gushing fire hydrant.

Harry waggled his fingers under the chilled spray and smiled at the delicious little shiver it caused. Perfect! Peeling off his sweat-soaked black t-shirt, he tossed it into a corner of the tiny bathroom. He stepped out of his black jeans and briefs next, leaving them where they fell. Holding his breath like a kid ready to run into the ocean surf, he jumped into the shower and under the freezing cascade.

A wave of goose bumps instantly broke out across his skin at the sudden outrage while his lower extremities shriveled with a mental yowl of protest. After the initial shock, the chilled water felt positively wonderful. Harry reached for the soap. With a little sigh of contentment, he closed his eyes and let the water wash over him, plastering his dark hair to his head as it rushed downward, taking the sweat and grime and heat of the day with it.

"I beg your pardon," said a cultured voice.

Harry's eyes snapped open and the soap squirted out of his hands as he jerked backward in surprise. Bob stood directly in front of him, his pale features less than an inch from his own.

"HELLS BELLS!" exclaimed Harry, heart pounding.

Two thoughts struck him immediately: that Bob was standing in the shower fully clothed in his usual natty attire, the water cascading through him; and that he, himself, was naked. Instinctively, Harry's hands shot down and covered his privates.

"Do you MIND?" he demanded, indignant. "I'm trying to take a shower here!"

"Are you so?" Bob glanced pointedly at the showerhead then back to Harry. "I hadn't noticed."

"Out!"

"I do apologize for interrupting at such an inopportune moment but there is a situation that requires your immediate attention."

"It can wait 5 minutes while I shower!"

"I am afraid it cannot," said Bob and nodded toward the towel rack. "I suggest you gird your loins for battle."

"Do what?"

Before the ghost could reply, something slammed into the bathroom door from the other side. The old wood groaned in protest as the entire wall shuddered.

"Stars and stones!" exclaimed Harry as a second blow bent the door hinges. He snatched the towel in one hand and his silver pentacle amulet in the other. "Can't a wizard get five minutes peace for a shower around here?"

"Perhaps next time I should ask the lycanthrope to have a seat in the waiting area until you are ready."

"Good luck with that," said Harry as he climbed out of the shower. "You know," he continued, raising his voice loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door. "It's too hot for this shit! Wouldn't you rather have a beer and talk this out?"

There was a low growl as another assault shook plaster from the walls.

"I believe that to be a no," said Bob helpfully.

"Yeah, I kinda got that." Harry slapped the towel around his waist with practiced ease and reached for his power as the bathroom door began to splinter. "Any chance he just wants to use the bathroom?"

fandom: dresden files, author: cyloran

Previous post Next post
Up