Medieval Or Something Like It - Adam/Claire - Parth Four
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Title: Medieval Or Something Like It - Part Four
Author: force-oblique
Rating/Genre: PG/{Slightly Humorous or just silly}
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Adam/Claire + OSC
Word Count: In Progress , this part:797
Summary: Adam and Claire are dating, but breaking the news to Nathan wasn't easy. Now they are on the run and with no money...
Author's Notes:My first humor, crack!fic, so please be gentle.
*OSC:Other Show Characters
~Read the previous two first, they are short! Then this part will make more sense! =P : Part 1, Part 2, Part Three
Medieval Or Something Like It - Part Four
Claire continued to glower at him in such a way, that it made him think that even if he found the solution to their problem, he was in for a lot of trouble.
He fluttered his eyelashes at her.
It always worked wonders each time they had a tiff.
At first she pretended she hadn’t noticed, but Adam kept doing it till she couldn’t help but smile.
“Will you stop?” she told him. “This is hardly funny!”. She scolded him.
“Yet, you smile every single time!”
“That’s because your eyes look funny when you do that! You always make me laugh”. She admitted with her eyes shining with enthusiasm.
He took her hand in his.
“That’s a good thing, baby. Don’t you worry, we’ll figure this out.” He whispered as he kissed her softly on the soft skin of her palm.
Claire frowned but then slowly leaned in, so that their heads touched as well as their cheeks. “Will we? This place gives me the creeps”. She just said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Adam grinned and brushed his hand through her rich blond curls.
“You know, Claire, there’s no such thing as the Boogeyman!”
She rolled her eyes and faked anger. “Shut up! Don’t you treat me as if I were a little child.”
“But you are! You are my little baby, you are my little princess!” He mouthed, looking deep into her baby-blue eyes.
She smiled at him again and kissed him shyly on the lips. He willingly reciprocated with equal passion until nothing mattered in the world but them…
Two blond demigods in love…
~ ~ ~
Adam had been holding Claire in his arms for over fifteen minutes when he stirred and Claire looked up to him wearily, as she was nesting in his arms.
“We should probably try to look for a gas-station or some motel to spend the night, don’t you think? It’s almost night and it will soon be too cold for us to stay here.”
The blonde cheerleader sighed and sat up in her seat.
Before she could ask anything she heard Adam’s voice as he exclaimed:
“Oh, hey! There’s a sign over there! There’s both a gas station and a motel in about 300 yards.”
“300 yards? How on earth are we supposed to make it there?” she cried out.
Adam winked at her and whispered in her ear.
After listening to him, Claire just blinked, her mouth wide open.
A few moments passed before she felt calm enough to speak and the only thing she was able to utter was: “You have got to be kidding me, blonde guy with the accent!”
~ ~ ~ ~
Claire heaved and panted as she kept pushing the car from behind.
Adam was pushing it from the left side and she was pushing it from the right.
She could almost tear up as she saw the condition her precious red dress was in.
All smudged and filthy, with all kinds of creases in it.
“Come on, my princess!” she heard him say “Smile. It’s not the end of the world!”
“Your princess, my ass!” Claire shouted.
“If you really considered me your princess, there’s no way in hell, you’d have me do this.”
“Oh, come! Even princesses get the blues!” he said mockingly.
“Please, not even remotely funny”. She started anger rising within her.
And you know what? Even princes get blue!” she ended slapping him slightly.
Adam couldn’t stop laughing after that and glaring at him one final time, she continued to push the car.
After about ten minutes, they saw a dark, pitiful excuse for a motel and an almost derelict gas-station.
Adam’s eyes lit up.
“See? We are already here!” he said cheerfully.
“And where exactly is ‘here’?” she asked, her patience wearing thin.
“Don’t know!” he started but then noticed the word ‘porn’ on the motel’s sign and a big grin covered his face. “But this should be fun”.
Claire followed his gaze, noticing the same word.
She just sighed deeply and murmured: “Oh, God! Please tell me the truth! We died when we jumped off my window, didn’t we?”
“We have died and this is hell!” she finished with a gesture taken out of Ancient Greek tragedies.
“Claire-bear, cheer up! I’m sure it will be lovely.” He encouraged her.
“Lovely? Look at this place…” Claire pointed to the dimly-lit hotel.
“It looks as if Norman Bates from “Psycho” is gonna come out any minute now and chase us down with a kitchen knife.”
“Haha” he laughed indulging her.
“Don’t be so melodramatic, love. I’m sure there’s no dead, old woman in this basement!”
“Yeah, only rats!” the blonde groaned, wondering what was she ever thinking when she started dating this man….
End of part Four
Title: Medieval Or Something Like It - Part Four
Author: force-oblique
Rating/Genre: PG/{Slightly Humorous or just silly}
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Adam/Claire + OSC
Word Count: In Progress , this part:797
Summary: Adam and Claire are dating, but breaking the news to Nathan wasn't easy. Now they are on the run and with no money...
Author's Notes:My first humor, crack!fic, so please be gentle.
*OSC:Other Show Characters
~Read the previous two first, they are short! Then this part will make more sense! =P : Part 1, Part 2, Part Three
Medieval Or Something Like It - Part Four
Claire continued to glower at him in such a way, that it made him think that even if he found the solution to their problem, he was in for a lot of trouble.
He fluttered his eyelashes at her.
It always worked wonders each time they had a tiff.
At first she pretended she hadn’t noticed, but Adam kept doing it till she couldn’t help but smile.
“Will you stop?” she told him. “This is hardly funny!”. She scolded him.
“Yet, you smile every single time!”
“That’s because your eyes look funny when you do that! You always make me laugh”. She admitted with her eyes shining with enthusiasm.
He took her hand in his.
“That’s a good thing, baby. Don’t you worry, we’ll figure this out.” He whispered as he kissed her softly on the soft skin of her palm.
Claire frowned but then slowly leaned in, so that their heads touched as well as their cheeks. “Will we? This place gives me the creeps”. She just said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Adam grinned and brushed his hand through her rich blond curls.
“You know, Claire, there’s no such thing as the Boogeyman!”
She rolled her eyes and faked anger. “Shut up! Don’t you treat me as if I were a little child.”
“But you are! You are my little baby, you are my little princess!” He mouthed, looking deep into her baby-blue eyes.
She smiled at him again and kissed him shyly on the lips. He willingly reciprocated with equal passion until nothing mattered in the world but them…
Two blond demigods in love…
~ ~ ~
Adam had been holding Claire in his arms for over fifteen minutes when he stirred and Claire looked up to him wearily, as she was nesting in his arms.
“We should probably try to look for a gas-station or some motel to spend the night, don’t you think? It’s almost night and it will soon be too cold for us to stay here.”
The blonde cheerleader sighed and sat up in her seat.
Before she could ask anything she heard Adam’s voice as he exclaimed:
“Oh, hey! There’s a sign over there! There’s both a gas station and a motel in about 300 yards.”
“300 yards? How on earth are we supposed to make it there?” she cried out.
Adam winked at her and whispered in her ear.
After listening to him, Claire just blinked, her mouth wide open.
A few moments passed before she felt calm enough to speak and the only thing she was able to utter was: “You have got to be kidding me, blonde guy with the accent!”
~ ~ ~ ~
Claire heaved and panted as she kept pushing the car from behind.
Adam was pushing it from the left side and she was pushing it from the right.
She could almost tear up as she saw the condition her precious red dress was in.
All smudged and filthy, with all kinds of creases in it.
“Come on, my princess!” she heard him say “Smile. It’s not the end of the world!”
“Your princess, my ass!” Claire shouted.
“If you really considered me your princess, there’s no way in hell, you’d have me do this.”
“Oh, come! Even princesses get the blues!” he said mockingly.
“Please, not even remotely funny”. She started anger rising within her.
And you know what? Even princes get blue!” she ended slapping him slightly.
Adam couldn’t stop laughing after that and glaring at him one final time, she continued to push the car.
After about ten minutes, they saw a dark, pitiful excuse for a motel and an almost derelict gas-station.
Adam’s eyes lit up.
“See? We are already here!” he said cheerfully.
“And where exactly is ‘here’?” she asked, her patience wearing thin.
“Don’t know!” he started but then noticed the word ‘porn’ on the motel’s sign and a big grin covered his face. “But this should be fun”.
Claire followed his gaze, noticing the same word.
She just sighed deeply and murmured: “Oh, God! Please tell me the truth! We died when we jumped off my window, didn’t we?”
“We have died and this is hell!” she finished with a gesture taken out of Ancient Greek tragedies.
“Claire-bear, cheer up! I’m sure it will be lovely.” He encouraged her.
“Lovely? Look at this place…” Claire pointed to the dimly-lit hotel.
“It looks as if Norman Bates from “Psycho” is gonna come out any minute now and chase us down with a kitchen knife.”
“Haha” he laughed indulging her.
“Don’t be so melodramatic, love. I’m sure there’s no dead, old woman in this basement!”
“Yeah, only rats!” the blonde groaned, wondering what was she ever thinking when she started dating this man….
End of part Four