Bob the Skull / 09. Anticipation
Title: Anticipation
Author: Cyloran
Characters: Harry, Bob
Prompt: 09. Obsess
Word Count: 282
Rating: G
Book or TV Verse: TV
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me. Just passing through.
Hands clasped behind his back, Bob paced the apartment with measured, soundless steps. Although the passing of time held little meaning for him, his gaze still drifted to the clock next to Harry's bed.
What was taking so long? Surely he should have been back by now!
Bob looked once more toward the clock and found that only two minutes had passed since his last consultation. It had felt like an eternity.
Curse this bloody waiting! Where was he?
When the front door finally opened, the ghost was instantly there in a flash of spectral light.
"It's about time!" he pronounced irritably. "Did you get it?"
"Whoa!" Harry nearly jumped out of his skin to suddenly find Bob standing toe to toe with him. "Back off, Bob! Jeez! Whatever happened to hello?"
"Hello," said Bob impatiently. "Did you get it?"
"That depends. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."
Bob's eyes narrowed in warning. "Don't toy with me, Dresden. Not about this."
"Did you find the formulae I was looking for?"
The ghost lifted his arm and pointed a long, elegant finger at a dark corner of the room. Letters and symbols hovered in the air in faintly gold illumination. "The formulae, a complete ingredient list, and all of the prerequisite fine print."
"Good work, Bob!"
"Yes, it is," he said immodestly. "Now then, if you're quite satisfied?"
"Very satisfied," confirmed Harry, remaining deliberately obtuse.
Bob nearly shouted his frustration. "Harry--! Did you GET IT?"
"Keep your vest on, will ya? Yeah, I got it." Relenting, Harry reached into the pocket of his duster and pulled out a paperback book. "Here ya go, Bob. The new Nora Roberts, hot off the presses."
Author: Cyloran
Characters: Harry, Bob
Prompt: 09. Obsess
Word Count: 282
Rating: G
Book or TV Verse: TV
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me. Just passing through.
Hands clasped behind his back, Bob paced the apartment with measured, soundless steps. Although the passing of time held little meaning for him, his gaze still drifted to the clock next to Harry's bed.
What was taking so long? Surely he should have been back by now!
Bob looked once more toward the clock and found that only two minutes had passed since his last consultation. It had felt like an eternity.
Curse this bloody waiting! Where was he?
When the front door finally opened, the ghost was instantly there in a flash of spectral light.
"It's about time!" he pronounced irritably. "Did you get it?"
"Whoa!" Harry nearly jumped out of his skin to suddenly find Bob standing toe to toe with him. "Back off, Bob! Jeez! Whatever happened to hello?"
"Hello," said Bob impatiently. "Did you get it?"
"That depends. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."
Bob's eyes narrowed in warning. "Don't toy with me, Dresden. Not about this."
"Did you find the formulae I was looking for?"
The ghost lifted his arm and pointed a long, elegant finger at a dark corner of the room. Letters and symbols hovered in the air in faintly gold illumination. "The formulae, a complete ingredient list, and all of the prerequisite fine print."
"Good work, Bob!"
"Yes, it is," he said immodestly. "Now then, if you're quite satisfied?"
"Very satisfied," confirmed Harry, remaining deliberately obtuse.
Bob nearly shouted his frustration. "Harry--! Did you GET IT?"
"Keep your vest on, will ya? Yeah, I got it." Relenting, Harry reached into the pocket of his duster and pulled out a paperback book. "Here ya go, Bob. The new Nora Roberts, hot off the presses."