Tummy Ache - Past Prompt 44: Taste
Title: Tummy Ache
Prompt 44 - Taste
Pairing/Characters: Don, Charlie/Amita
Rating: G
Summary: Charlie has a stomach ache
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: None
A/N: I got this idea at work.
Warnings: In case you've forgotten me, no eating or drinking when reading.
Don let himself into the Craftsman, telling himself it was too dangerous to drive all the way home when he was so tired. Truth was, Robin was back east and he hated going back to an empty apartment.
He entered cautiously. His father's car wasn't out front, so Charlie and Amita could be... busy.
"Hello!?" he called.
"Hey, Don," a raspy voice from the living room.
Don wandered in to find his baby brother curled up on the couch, clutching a throw pillow to his stomach.
"If you have the flu, then stay away from me," Don said, ignoring the fact that he was the one who had come into Charlie's house.
"You're such a comfort," Charlie muttered.
"I do my best," Don smirked.
Charlie glared.
"So, what's wrong?" Don demanded.
"Some moron at CalSci..."
"They have moronic students?" Don interrupted.
"Worse, moronic faculty," Amita said. "Or rather, highly intelligent faculty with no common sense."
"Now that I can believe," Don smirked.
Charlie glared again.
"Somebody cleaned the faculty coffee pot, but didn't rinse the soap out," Amita explained. "We found out during our staff meeting."
"Ew," Don said. "That might be... grounds... for an arrest."
Amita rolled her eyes.
Charlie threw his pillow.
Don caught it and grinned. "Your problem, Charlie, is that you're too polite to just spit the stuff out. What happened? You swallow it because you couldn't leave the meeting to find a sink?"
"Actually, he drank three cups," Amita said. She rubbed her upper lip, as if that would hide her smirk.
Don's eyes went wide. "Three... whole... cups?" he gasped.
Amita nodded. "Charlie, you should have known better," she said, not entirely without sympathy.
Charlie sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I should have been suspicious when the coffee tasted so much better than usual."
Prompt 44 - Taste
Pairing/Characters: Don, Charlie/Amita
Rating: G
Summary: Charlie has a stomach ache
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: None
A/N: I got this idea at work.
Warnings: In case you've forgotten me, no eating or drinking when reading.
Don let himself into the Craftsman, telling himself it was too dangerous to drive all the way home when he was so tired. Truth was, Robin was back east and he hated going back to an empty apartment.
He entered cautiously. His father's car wasn't out front, so Charlie and Amita could be... busy.
"Hello!?" he called.
"Hey, Don," a raspy voice from the living room.
Don wandered in to find his baby brother curled up on the couch, clutching a throw pillow to his stomach.
"If you have the flu, then stay away from me," Don said, ignoring the fact that he was the one who had come into Charlie's house.
"You're such a comfort," Charlie muttered.
"I do my best," Don smirked.
Charlie glared.
"So, what's wrong?" Don demanded.
"Some moron at CalSci..."
"They have moronic students?" Don interrupted.
"Worse, moronic faculty," Amita said. "Or rather, highly intelligent faculty with no common sense."
"Now that I can believe," Don smirked.
Charlie glared again.
"Somebody cleaned the faculty coffee pot, but didn't rinse the soap out," Amita explained. "We found out during our staff meeting."
"Ew," Don said. "That might be... grounds... for an arrest."
Amita rolled her eyes.
Charlie threw his pillow.
Don caught it and grinned. "Your problem, Charlie, is that you're too polite to just spit the stuff out. What happened? You swallow it because you couldn't leave the meeting to find a sink?"
"Actually, he drank three cups," Amita said. She rubbed her upper lip, as if that would hide her smirk.
Don's eyes went wide. "Three... whole... cups?" he gasped.
Amita nodded. "Charlie, you should have known better," she said, not entirely without sympathy.
Charlie sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I should have been suspicious when the coffee tasted so much better than usual."