One Of Those Days
One Of Those Days
by sempiternusamor
Wordcount: 2739
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Kristi/Matt Bellamy, Monte/Jensen, Lyss/Jared, Misha/Amy/Chris Kane
Feedback: Hell yea! I didn’t post this thing for my health.
Summary: Bad moods reign supreme. Matt gets his plane, and uses it to save the day. Kind of like a knight on a faithful steed, but he’s a pixie in a private jet.
Disclaimer: For god’s sakes, this didn’t happen. I’d be frightened if it did. Deliriously happy, but vaguely frightened and suspicious of the use of hallucinogenics. The NME award that Matt received belongs to him…hehehe
A/N: This was purely to cheer myself up. So of course everybody’s in it. Sorry for my lack of being around lately, internet is being a bitch *sad face*
Monte's Note: THIS, so just made my MONTH dude, EPICALLY EPIC LOVE *smishes her Kristi*
“Sexiest man in rock my arse.” She muttered to herself, sitting out on the terrace that overlooked Lake Como at Matt’s lake house. He hated it when she called it his, but she couldn’t bring herself to call it theirs. It was still so new.
Well, it had been months. But that was new, wasn’t it? Still?
Kristi wasn’t, per say, in the best of moods with him. At all. She was tired, cranky, and her stomach was twisting itself into the glorious knots that only meant one thing.
Oh the many and varied joys of being a woman.
Timid footsteps approached, and she didn’t bother to turn around. “Matt’s hiding out in the piano room. I figured I’d come and make sure you brought a coat out with you, cause you forget.”
“That’s cause I’m not used to it being so god damn cold. Even in winter. That’s another thing, winter in February. It’s just weird.” She muttered, green eyes flickering over the still half frozen lake. It had been a novelty, over Christmas, like Matt in a Santa hat, to go skating, clinging onto one another because they were both terrible at it, and not caring that more often than not they’d end up a pile of limbs on the cold surface. Couldn’t even do that any more.
Dom gave her a sympathetic look. “You a bit homesick?”
Resolutely, the woman shook her head. “No. I hated it there. Too small, never enough going on. Had no family keeping me there.”
“You make it sound like Teignmouth. Your sister?”
She snorted. “Haven’t spoken in years. Not since dad died.”
“I forget it was only a year before we met you.”
“He drank himself to death, same as Pop did. And he was Mum’s dad. She thinks I’m too much like him, that’s why she doesn’t talk to me. Can’t say I’ve ever seen the similarity myself.” A stab of pain twisted her gut and she grimaced.
The drummer, who she would rank among her best friends, draped a long arm over her shoulder and forced her to snuggle up against his chest, tucked away from the evils of the world under his arm. Nice place to be really.
“Go talk to Matt.” He urged.
“I’m not sure I won’t rip his head off.” Her frown deepened. “Might be a tad inconvenient. For you and for me. I mean, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to have to train another lead singer.”
Dom huffed out a laugh and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Go on. He feels bad that he can’t make you happy.”
Kristi groaned at this confirmation. “It’s not him making me unhappy. It’s just…”
“An amalgamation of everything. Doesn’t matter. Go talk to him.”
“Don’t use me as an excuse for putting large words into sentences.” She muttered, getting to her feet. The older man gave her a friendly shove in the direction of the door.
“Stop dawdling.”
Matt frowned, feeling a somewhat petulant look cross his face. There was too much going on in his head to make his fingers float over the keys, so they just rested against the ebony and ivory.
“Stupid insensitive twat.” He muttered at himself in the slight reflection of the black-varnished wood.
Things were beyond stir crazy. It wasn’t stir crazy, it was just madness. And he couldn’t for the life of him make it better.
“You’re not, you know. It isn’t you.” At the sound of her voice, he jumped and whipped around on the piano stool to face the door. Where she stood, cheeks a little flushed from the cold air and unzipping her coat.
“What is it?” He stood quickly to grasp her elbows, trying to see the depths of her eyes.
Kristi sighed. “It’s…everything…just…” In spite of what she’d thought of as her ironclad promise to herself, her hormones got the better of her and she felt a lump in the back of her throat. The look of concern on his face was killing her.
“What love? I’ll make it better.” He sounded so earnest she had to fight to hold back further and not simply crumble into his arms.
“I just…I feel…off. And I hate it. I’ve felt like this before. I’ve felt worse than this before, but I still…I still hate it.” She sniffled. “I don’t like feeling like this.”
At a loss of what else to do after wiping the first few tears from her cheeks, Matt grabbed her and sat them down on the floor, curling his body protectively around hers and holding her head into his shoulder.
And he started to make a plan.
“Matt, you’ve crossed over to the dark side.” Dom heaved a melodramatic sigh and rested a hand gravely on his friend’s shoulder.
“Shut up! You never gave Jules any rubbish when he got one.”
“Yes. He is Julian, spoilt brat of the highest order. You are not.”
“You’ll change your mind when I make sure you have the seat in front of the whiny kid that doesn’t go to sleep on the 20 hour flight to Perth.” Matt gave an exaggerated mock gasp. “Oh, it won’t matter if you’re on my plane.”
“Okay, okay. I get the point. Let’s have a look then.”
The pair walked onto the luxury plane, grins only growing wider as they gazed at the luxurious interior, comfortable looking red seats as alluring as they should be.
“Excellent.” Matt said to himself. Although he could have pulled off his new frankly marvellous plan without his own plane, he had been telling the truth when he’d said to Julian that he was going to get one. And it was much easier this way.
“I take it back. This thing is sweet.” Dom told him, wonder in his voice.
“Told you so. Right, get out.”
Dom blinked at his friend. “What?”
“Get out. I need you to take her-” Matt waved in the direction of the house. “-Out shopping until tonight. Keep her occupied. I have arrangements to make.”
With that, the drummer was promptly shunted off the lush carpet and onto the stairs.
“Hello?”
Matt couldn’t contain his glee at the voice that answered, and it burst forth in a stream of giggles, to be met with a groan. “Let me guess, you just happened to be passing through…Vancouver.”
“Matt, what do you want?”
“Well, I called Jensen’s phone, so I wanted to speak to Jensen. But you’ll do.”
“Do you have any idea how close I am to hanging up on you?”
“Quite close, I’d imagine. However, we digress.”
“For fucks sakes, spit it out.”
He giggled again. “Fine. Kristi isn’t feeling well. So, in an effort to make it better, I’m flying the both of us over there. In my plane.”
“You have a plane? I thought it was Julian’s.”
“Why can’t I have a plane too? What is wrong with you people?”
“Chill out. When are you getting here? We’ll organise…something.”
“Exactly what I had in mind.”
“Matt, where are we going?” Kristi was pulled along, blindfold over her eyes, feet slapping against the concrete.
“You’ll see.” He tugged at her hand to make her move faster. As per his request, Dom had taken the woman into Milan for the day yesterday, and shopping had been done. The result of this was a rather tight pair of jeans that Matt was enjoying fully, and an equally tight black vest top, which was also quite enjoyable.
“Just tell me.”
“Nope.” He popped the consonant and drew them abruptly to a stop, whipping the blindfold off her face. “Ta da.”
Kristi quirked a brow. “Is Jules around? What are you doing with his plane? At six at night?”
Matt groaned in frustration. “It’s mine! Mine! Why can I not have a plane without getting shit for it?” She simply raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay, fine. But, I figured that it’d…you know, it’d be nice to go away for a couple of days…just to…well, take a breather…”
She couldn’t help but smile at the way he turned his face away shyly. “Where are we going then?”
He turned back towards her, wickedly overjoyed smile back full force, and began pulling her towards the stairs again. “That’s for me to know. Come on.”
Kristi groaned.
“Party? Why?” Aimee asked over the counter in Jensen’s kitchen.
“Got a call from Matt this morning.” Monte replied.
Lyss giggled. “I’ll bet he loved it that you answered the phone.”
“That is completely beside the point. Anyway, he reckons a break will do all of them a bit of good. So, him and Kristi are coming over here for a couple days. In his plane.”
“Wait, he has a plane?”
“Apparently so. Anyways, seeing as we’re all here, we’ve been enlisted to do this.” Monte shoved a list across the counter to the other two women, hurriedly scrawled during her conversation with the slight man earlier in the morning.
“Shouldn’t be too hard.” Lyssa shrugged. “Oh, did you two hear Eric’s here too? Just for a few days. Jay said so this morning.”
“I shan’t be going to set then.” Monte muttered darkly.
“Why not?”
“I’ll probably whack him one.”
Heading up the stairs to Misha’s apartment, which he had so graciously invited her to for the week (not really, he was getting back at Chris for keeping her with him for a few weeks), Aimee heard muffled voices.
Using his spare key, she unlocked the door. To a familiar head of luscious brown hair accompanying Misha’s own.
“Chris? What are you doing here?”
The two men jumped a little at the abrupt entrance of their mutual lover.
“Um…I was just…I…well, I wasn’t doing anything, so…”
Aimee turned her gaze to Misha.
“We just sat down and had a beer.” He finished Chris’s rather halting explanation, although the other man had already recovered.
“Now that you’re here though…” He stalked around the sofa like a lion circling his prey, and she couldn’t help but shiver a little.
An agreeing twinkle appeared in Misha’s eye and he too stood up. “The man has a point.”
She tried to be strong. “I…I have stuff that I really…I really need to do…”
Christian cut her off with a swift kiss, and after a few seconds Misha shoved him away and took his own share.
It was on.
Lyss was just about bowled over by Harley as soon as she opened the door. “Jeez boy, let me get inside.” She petted the dog reassuringly on the head, and was followed into the kitchen much more demurely by Sadie, who seemed to keep her brother dog under control.
“Don’t give them any food, I just fed them.”
The young woman jumped at his voice. “Christ, I didn’t know you were home. I thought you were working late. It’s only three o clock.”
Jared swept to her and gave her a kiss. “Too many people off sick. I passed up prime pranking opportunities to come home.”
She melted a little inside at the approval-searching grin on his face. “That’s good. You can help.”
“Help with what?”
“Well, see, Matt has a plan…”
“And then Dom was like…where are we going?”
Matt refused to fall for her tricks. “Nice try.” He simply looked away and took a swig of his wine.
Kristi growled in frustration. “Why do you do this? It’s incredibly frustrating.” He simply smirked. “And that makes it worse! You’re driving me in-fucking-sane.” She decided to beat it out of him with one of the many cushions, as soon as he set down his glass.
Even more infuriating, he began to giggle as soon as she set upon him with said cushion, and the entire enterprise got her no more than sprawled on the same chair as him, trying to scowl and failing. Epically.
“You’re crazy, woman.” Matt declared, toying with a strand of her hair and grinning at her adoringly.
“Think you can just smile at me and get away with it…” She muttered, although nothing was going to stop her from sliding down to rest her head against his chest, leaving the two of them snuggling comfortably on the chair.
“Oh my god!”
Matt stood back and grinned smugly as Kristi more or less launched herself on the three other women, content to bask in his obvious success.
“Smug little fucker.”
“Bugger off Gigantor.” He replied lazily, grinning at Jared, and then looking over at Christian. “Ah, that would explain Aimee’s rumpled-ness.”
Misha turned a confirmational shade of red, while the aforementioned singer grinned proudly. No, they weren’t a smug bunch at all.
Matt, his mouth open and about to say something, was cut off by what could only be described as a hug of epic proportions.
“I love you.”
He grinned and kissed the top of her head, and with a nod of confirmation from Monte, everybody made their way out to the cars.
“Isn’t it nice to be on set when you don’t have to climb over fences to get in?” Jensen teased.
Kristi shrugged. “Hey, if I hadn’t have had that brilliant idea, none of us would be here right now. So shut it sparky.” She grinned. “Monte certainly wouldn’t be ‘passing through’ Vancouver every couple of weeks, just like you wouldn’t be ‘passing through’ Florida every other week.”
He proceeded to shut his mouth.
“Dude, you got owned.”
Kristi rounded on Jared. “Would you like me to start on you? I seem to remember hearing you’d been in New York a lot recently.”
Laughing and joking borderline raucously, the eclectic bunch made its way to one of the sets that had been decreed the site of the party; one of the typical motel rooms the brothers Winchester were so fond of. It was rather large despite its on screen appearance, and they were greeted with the essentials; food, booze and people. And music.
It was a jovial affair, but one that found the four women in a corner plotting nonetheless.
“Look at him standing over there all smug.” Monte muttered, flicking a glance towards Eric, in a seemingly deep conversation with Matt about alien life forms. Kristi would’ve been disappointed if he wasn’t, quite frankly.
“We should give him a piece of our minds. Of everyones.”
“Drag him into the next room and rough him up?”
Lyss shrugged. “Or just leave him tied there for a while.”
“Can I at least cuff him around the ears?” Kristi pleaded.
“I’m up for that.” Monte agreed.
“I’ll take the right, you take the left.” It was agreed with a nod. “How to get him there…”
“I say we just go for it. Just get in there and drag him out, one on each arm, one in front and one behind.” Aims suggested.
“I like the way you think. Let’s go.”
Sidling up to Eric, Kristi hooked one of her arms under his, Monte the other side, Aimee leading the way, and Lyss keeping him in check from behind.
Matt looked momentarily confused, but grinned nonetheless. He knew of the recent displeasures, and guessed this was a remedy they’d dreamt up.
“I hope they don’t kill him. I kinda like this job.” Jared remarked, forehead creasing just a little.
“They’ll just…rough him up a bit.” Jensen looked hopeful that was all they’d do.
“What’s up guys?”
Monte glared. “Eric, everyone loves you. Seriously dude. But what the fuck are you doing? I mean, seriously. The secrets, and the angels, and the lack of brotherly love and general ass kickery by the wrong side needs to go. I can’t be dealing with this shit any more.”
Kristi stifled giggles. “She’s right. Pull up your socks.” At Aimee’s raised eyebrow, she shrugged. “I always wanted to fit that in a sentence.”
“Monte’s covered everyone’s sentiments pretty well, actually.” Lyss frowned at the obviously confused man.
“But I…this is about the show?”
“Of course it’s about the show.” Monte squawked. “Fix it! Now!”
“Or sometime in the very near future.” Kristi amended.
She looked to Monte and raised her hand. In perfect unison, he was whacked gently around the head on both sides.
“No more of this.” Monte warned. “Or we’ll be having words.”
The four women left a very stunned Kripke behind and sauntered out into the main room, found their respective partners, and everything was at a small semblance of peace, just for a few minutes.
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by sempiternusamor
Wordcount: 2739
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Kristi/Matt Bellamy, Monte/Jensen, Lyss/Jared, Misha/Amy/Chris Kane
Feedback: Hell yea! I didn’t post this thing for my health.
Summary: Bad moods reign supreme. Matt gets his plane, and uses it to save the day. Kind of like a knight on a faithful steed, but he’s a pixie in a private jet.
Disclaimer: For god’s sakes, this didn’t happen. I’d be frightened if it did. Deliriously happy, but vaguely frightened and suspicious of the use of hallucinogenics. The NME award that Matt received belongs to him…hehehe
A/N: This was purely to cheer myself up. So of course everybody’s in it. Sorry for my lack of being around lately, internet is being a bitch *sad face*
Monte's Note: THIS, so just made my MONTH dude, EPICALLY EPIC LOVE *smishes her Kristi*
“Sexiest man in rock my arse.” She muttered to herself, sitting out on the terrace that overlooked Lake Como at Matt’s lake house. He hated it when she called it his, but she couldn’t bring herself to call it theirs. It was still so new.
Well, it had been months. But that was new, wasn’t it? Still?
Kristi wasn’t, per say, in the best of moods with him. At all. She was tired, cranky, and her stomach was twisting itself into the glorious knots that only meant one thing.
Oh the many and varied joys of being a woman.
Timid footsteps approached, and she didn’t bother to turn around. “Matt’s hiding out in the piano room. I figured I’d come and make sure you brought a coat out with you, cause you forget.”
“That’s cause I’m not used to it being so god damn cold. Even in winter. That’s another thing, winter in February. It’s just weird.” She muttered, green eyes flickering over the still half frozen lake. It had been a novelty, over Christmas, like Matt in a Santa hat, to go skating, clinging onto one another because they were both terrible at it, and not caring that more often than not they’d end up a pile of limbs on the cold surface. Couldn’t even do that any more.
Dom gave her a sympathetic look. “You a bit homesick?”
Resolutely, the woman shook her head. “No. I hated it there. Too small, never enough going on. Had no family keeping me there.”
“You make it sound like Teignmouth. Your sister?”
She snorted. “Haven’t spoken in years. Not since dad died.”
“I forget it was only a year before we met you.”
“He drank himself to death, same as Pop did. And he was Mum’s dad. She thinks I’m too much like him, that’s why she doesn’t talk to me. Can’t say I’ve ever seen the similarity myself.” A stab of pain twisted her gut and she grimaced.
The drummer, who she would rank among her best friends, draped a long arm over her shoulder and forced her to snuggle up against his chest, tucked away from the evils of the world under his arm. Nice place to be really.
“Go talk to Matt.” He urged.
“I’m not sure I won’t rip his head off.” Her frown deepened. “Might be a tad inconvenient. For you and for me. I mean, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to have to train another lead singer.”
Dom huffed out a laugh and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Go on. He feels bad that he can’t make you happy.”
Kristi groaned at this confirmation. “It’s not him making me unhappy. It’s just…”
“An amalgamation of everything. Doesn’t matter. Go talk to him.”
“Don’t use me as an excuse for putting large words into sentences.” She muttered, getting to her feet. The older man gave her a friendly shove in the direction of the door.
“Stop dawdling.”
Matt frowned, feeling a somewhat petulant look cross his face. There was too much going on in his head to make his fingers float over the keys, so they just rested against the ebony and ivory.
“Stupid insensitive twat.” He muttered at himself in the slight reflection of the black-varnished wood.
Things were beyond stir crazy. It wasn’t stir crazy, it was just madness. And he couldn’t for the life of him make it better.
“You’re not, you know. It isn’t you.” At the sound of her voice, he jumped and whipped around on the piano stool to face the door. Where she stood, cheeks a little flushed from the cold air and unzipping her coat.
“What is it?” He stood quickly to grasp her elbows, trying to see the depths of her eyes.
Kristi sighed. “It’s…everything…just…” In spite of what she’d thought of as her ironclad promise to herself, her hormones got the better of her and she felt a lump in the back of her throat. The look of concern on his face was killing her.
“What love? I’ll make it better.” He sounded so earnest she had to fight to hold back further and not simply crumble into his arms.
“I just…I feel…off. And I hate it. I’ve felt like this before. I’ve felt worse than this before, but I still…I still hate it.” She sniffled. “I don’t like feeling like this.”
At a loss of what else to do after wiping the first few tears from her cheeks, Matt grabbed her and sat them down on the floor, curling his body protectively around hers and holding her head into his shoulder.
And he started to make a plan.
“Matt, you’ve crossed over to the dark side.” Dom heaved a melodramatic sigh and rested a hand gravely on his friend’s shoulder.
“Shut up! You never gave Jules any rubbish when he got one.”
“Yes. He is Julian, spoilt brat of the highest order. You are not.”
“You’ll change your mind when I make sure you have the seat in front of the whiny kid that doesn’t go to sleep on the 20 hour flight to Perth.” Matt gave an exaggerated mock gasp. “Oh, it won’t matter if you’re on my plane.”
“Okay, okay. I get the point. Let’s have a look then.”
The pair walked onto the luxury plane, grins only growing wider as they gazed at the luxurious interior, comfortable looking red seats as alluring as they should be.
“Excellent.” Matt said to himself. Although he could have pulled off his new frankly marvellous plan without his own plane, he had been telling the truth when he’d said to Julian that he was going to get one. And it was much easier this way.
“I take it back. This thing is sweet.” Dom told him, wonder in his voice.
“Told you so. Right, get out.”
Dom blinked at his friend. “What?”
“Get out. I need you to take her-” Matt waved in the direction of the house. “-Out shopping until tonight. Keep her occupied. I have arrangements to make.”
With that, the drummer was promptly shunted off the lush carpet and onto the stairs.
“Hello?”
Matt couldn’t contain his glee at the voice that answered, and it burst forth in a stream of giggles, to be met with a groan. “Let me guess, you just happened to be passing through…Vancouver.”
“Matt, what do you want?”
“Well, I called Jensen’s phone, so I wanted to speak to Jensen. But you’ll do.”
“Do you have any idea how close I am to hanging up on you?”
“Quite close, I’d imagine. However, we digress.”
“For fucks sakes, spit it out.”
He giggled again. “Fine. Kristi isn’t feeling well. So, in an effort to make it better, I’m flying the both of us over there. In my plane.”
“You have a plane? I thought it was Julian’s.”
“Why can’t I have a plane too? What is wrong with you people?”
“Chill out. When are you getting here? We’ll organise…something.”
“Exactly what I had in mind.”
“Matt, where are we going?” Kristi was pulled along, blindfold over her eyes, feet slapping against the concrete.
“You’ll see.” He tugged at her hand to make her move faster. As per his request, Dom had taken the woman into Milan for the day yesterday, and shopping had been done. The result of this was a rather tight pair of jeans that Matt was enjoying fully, and an equally tight black vest top, which was also quite enjoyable.
“Just tell me.”
“Nope.” He popped the consonant and drew them abruptly to a stop, whipping the blindfold off her face. “Ta da.”
Kristi quirked a brow. “Is Jules around? What are you doing with his plane? At six at night?”
Matt groaned in frustration. “It’s mine! Mine! Why can I not have a plane without getting shit for it?” She simply raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay, fine. But, I figured that it’d…you know, it’d be nice to go away for a couple of days…just to…well, take a breather…”
She couldn’t help but smile at the way he turned his face away shyly. “Where are we going then?”
He turned back towards her, wickedly overjoyed smile back full force, and began pulling her towards the stairs again. “That’s for me to know. Come on.”
Kristi groaned.
“Party? Why?” Aimee asked over the counter in Jensen’s kitchen.
“Got a call from Matt this morning.” Monte replied.
Lyss giggled. “I’ll bet he loved it that you answered the phone.”
“That is completely beside the point. Anyway, he reckons a break will do all of them a bit of good. So, him and Kristi are coming over here for a couple days. In his plane.”
“Wait, he has a plane?”
“Apparently so. Anyways, seeing as we’re all here, we’ve been enlisted to do this.” Monte shoved a list across the counter to the other two women, hurriedly scrawled during her conversation with the slight man earlier in the morning.
“Shouldn’t be too hard.” Lyssa shrugged. “Oh, did you two hear Eric’s here too? Just for a few days. Jay said so this morning.”
“I shan’t be going to set then.” Monte muttered darkly.
“Why not?”
“I’ll probably whack him one.”
Heading up the stairs to Misha’s apartment, which he had so graciously invited her to for the week (not really, he was getting back at Chris for keeping her with him for a few weeks), Aimee heard muffled voices.
Using his spare key, she unlocked the door. To a familiar head of luscious brown hair accompanying Misha’s own.
“Chris? What are you doing here?”
The two men jumped a little at the abrupt entrance of their mutual lover.
“Um…I was just…I…well, I wasn’t doing anything, so…”
Aimee turned her gaze to Misha.
“We just sat down and had a beer.” He finished Chris’s rather halting explanation, although the other man had already recovered.
“Now that you’re here though…” He stalked around the sofa like a lion circling his prey, and she couldn’t help but shiver a little.
An agreeing twinkle appeared in Misha’s eye and he too stood up. “The man has a point.”
She tried to be strong. “I…I have stuff that I really…I really need to do…”
Christian cut her off with a swift kiss, and after a few seconds Misha shoved him away and took his own share.
It was on.
Lyss was just about bowled over by Harley as soon as she opened the door. “Jeez boy, let me get inside.” She petted the dog reassuringly on the head, and was followed into the kitchen much more demurely by Sadie, who seemed to keep her brother dog under control.
“Don’t give them any food, I just fed them.”
The young woman jumped at his voice. “Christ, I didn’t know you were home. I thought you were working late. It’s only three o clock.”
Jared swept to her and gave her a kiss. “Too many people off sick. I passed up prime pranking opportunities to come home.”
She melted a little inside at the approval-searching grin on his face. “That’s good. You can help.”
“Help with what?”
“Well, see, Matt has a plan…”
“And then Dom was like…where are we going?”
Matt refused to fall for her tricks. “Nice try.” He simply looked away and took a swig of his wine.
Kristi growled in frustration. “Why do you do this? It’s incredibly frustrating.” He simply smirked. “And that makes it worse! You’re driving me in-fucking-sane.” She decided to beat it out of him with one of the many cushions, as soon as he set down his glass.
Even more infuriating, he began to giggle as soon as she set upon him with said cushion, and the entire enterprise got her no more than sprawled on the same chair as him, trying to scowl and failing. Epically.
“You’re crazy, woman.” Matt declared, toying with a strand of her hair and grinning at her adoringly.
“Think you can just smile at me and get away with it…” She muttered, although nothing was going to stop her from sliding down to rest her head against his chest, leaving the two of them snuggling comfortably on the chair.
“Oh my god!”
Matt stood back and grinned smugly as Kristi more or less launched herself on the three other women, content to bask in his obvious success.
“Smug little fucker.”
“Bugger off Gigantor.” He replied lazily, grinning at Jared, and then looking over at Christian. “Ah, that would explain Aimee’s rumpled-ness.”
Misha turned a confirmational shade of red, while the aforementioned singer grinned proudly. No, they weren’t a smug bunch at all.
Matt, his mouth open and about to say something, was cut off by what could only be described as a hug of epic proportions.
“I love you.”
He grinned and kissed the top of her head, and with a nod of confirmation from Monte, everybody made their way out to the cars.
“Isn’t it nice to be on set when you don’t have to climb over fences to get in?” Jensen teased.
Kristi shrugged. “Hey, if I hadn’t have had that brilliant idea, none of us would be here right now. So shut it sparky.” She grinned. “Monte certainly wouldn’t be ‘passing through’ Vancouver every couple of weeks, just like you wouldn’t be ‘passing through’ Florida every other week.”
He proceeded to shut his mouth.
“Dude, you got owned.”
Kristi rounded on Jared. “Would you like me to start on you? I seem to remember hearing you’d been in New York a lot recently.”
Laughing and joking borderline raucously, the eclectic bunch made its way to one of the sets that had been decreed the site of the party; one of the typical motel rooms the brothers Winchester were so fond of. It was rather large despite its on screen appearance, and they were greeted with the essentials; food, booze and people. And music.
It was a jovial affair, but one that found the four women in a corner plotting nonetheless.
“Look at him standing over there all smug.” Monte muttered, flicking a glance towards Eric, in a seemingly deep conversation with Matt about alien life forms. Kristi would’ve been disappointed if he wasn’t, quite frankly.
“We should give him a piece of our minds. Of everyones.”
“Drag him into the next room and rough him up?”
Lyss shrugged. “Or just leave him tied there for a while.”
“Can I at least cuff him around the ears?” Kristi pleaded.
“I’m up for that.” Monte agreed.
“I’ll take the right, you take the left.” It was agreed with a nod. “How to get him there…”
“I say we just go for it. Just get in there and drag him out, one on each arm, one in front and one behind.” Aims suggested.
“I like the way you think. Let’s go.”
Sidling up to Eric, Kristi hooked one of her arms under his, Monte the other side, Aimee leading the way, and Lyss keeping him in check from behind.
Matt looked momentarily confused, but grinned nonetheless. He knew of the recent displeasures, and guessed this was a remedy they’d dreamt up.
“I hope they don’t kill him. I kinda like this job.” Jared remarked, forehead creasing just a little.
“They’ll just…rough him up a bit.” Jensen looked hopeful that was all they’d do.
“What’s up guys?”
Monte glared. “Eric, everyone loves you. Seriously dude. But what the fuck are you doing? I mean, seriously. The secrets, and the angels, and the lack of brotherly love and general ass kickery by the wrong side needs to go. I can’t be dealing with this shit any more.”
Kristi stifled giggles. “She’s right. Pull up your socks.” At Aimee’s raised eyebrow, she shrugged. “I always wanted to fit that in a sentence.”
“Monte’s covered everyone’s sentiments pretty well, actually.” Lyss frowned at the obviously confused man.
“But I…this is about the show?”
“Of course it’s about the show.” Monte squawked. “Fix it! Now!”
“Or sometime in the very near future.” Kristi amended.
She looked to Monte and raised her hand. In perfect unison, he was whacked gently around the head on both sides.
“No more of this.” Monte warned. “Or we’ll be having words.”
The four women left a very stunned Kripke behind and sauntered out into the main room, found their respective partners, and everything was at a small semblance of peace, just for a few minutes.
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