not-quite-love notes (closed to Derek) [NWS]

[not_johnconnor]

When John awoke on Sunday, Derek was already gone. Probably to work out. John snickered at the idea of how sore Derek would be when he got back; how much he could tease him. So, he was moving slowly for a while, reading a little, making the bed, doing a few other things before he finally showered and pulled on his jeans and a t-shirt and

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[soldier_reese]

He's freshly showered, still fucking sore but feeling energetic. Oxymoron if you ask him. Anyway.

Pulling on a pair of jeans he noticed a piece of paper sticking out from the pocket. Derek pulled it out and opened it and what was in it was something not quite what he expected.

A quick glance as he pulled his arms away to look at it from afar told him what he needed to know.

The note was done in morse code and it said: 'Thinking of you too.'

This called for a reply. Later.

~*~

And later came in the form of John leaving for work, Derek still asleep. He had shoved the torn piece of paper in John's jean pocket before he turned in coming home early in the morning from work.

The page was the illustration of parts from a manual on how to use Plasma guns. Something not yet present where they came from in 2007. At the very corner of the page, Derek put the same braille in raised dots.

[not_johnconnor]

At work on Monday, John had the page spread out on his work table and he glanced at it as he worked. Plasma guns. He ran his fingers over the dots every few minutes; for some reason, he kept smiling.

On his lunch hour, he'd dashed home, a photocopy of a cartoon folded in his hand and slipped under their room door, before he ran back to work before Derek could catch him. At the bottom was the same series of dots and dashes that had been on the note he'd left his uncle before.

[soldier_reese]

While lying on the bed, Derek stared at the cartoon, the expression on his face alternating being amused to scowling. It was funny. But what in the hell was John trying to say, huh? He wasn't a lazy bum.

The brat will get his later. Derek promised this.

The next morning, Derek was awake early and had already had his jog. He gets back to their room and peers at John who was still sleeping.

As stealthy as he could he slipped another piece of paper deep in John's jean pocket. The backside this time. The page was torn out of a magazine, scribbled with a note. The dots were there again but this time so was the morse code.

[not_johnconnor]

John didn't find it until he was at work again. Man, it made him hungry and he had to laugh, quietly, so as not to bother Tosh. He could totally bring home burgers and fries for dinner. It was Derek's night off and they could eat and watch a movie, maybe. The weather was kind of crazy to be outside, hot one day, storming. Life in Haurvatat.

On his messenger, he sent Derek a picture and nothing more. What was burgers and fries without a sundae?

And whipped cream.

Smiling, he went back to work, letting his fingers run over the braille every few minutes.