Fic: Sometimes all you need is a change of perspective 3/? | Pushing Daisies - Olive / Chuck| PG
Author: Shadower
Title: Sometimes all you need is a change of perspective part 3/?
Disclaimer: ABC owns it all. If I owned them things would be looking quite a bit differently...
Fandom: Pushing Daisies - Olive / Chuck
Rating: still PG
Summary: Olive's attempt to put thoughts of the pie-maker behind her have unexpected results
Spoilers: Up until ep.8 of the season.
Authors Notes: As always - a great big thanks to my wonderful beta -
llyfrgell for keeping up with my whims. You rock!
Italics means she's thinking.
The previous parts: part 1 and part 2
It was on a warm and sunny Monday morning that the woman named Olive Snook stepped into "The Pie Hole" after a weekend away. Her entrance was noted by all the occupants of the shop. At the moment: the pie-maker, Emerson, the dog Digby, and the girl named Chuck. The shortest member of the group was also the first to move, and Olive bent down to hug Digby and ruff-up the fur on the back of his head, beaming and exclaiming "Hi boy!" The pie-maker and Emerson, who sat in a booth together, snapped their heads up when they heard a loud crash. Olive’s head turned along with theirs to the source of the noise, and they saw Chuck standing next to the kitchen table. At her feet was a pie, half of it still in the metal casing, the other on the floor.
"Chuck!" The pie-maker rose to his feet and ran to the doorway separating the kitchen from the rest of the pie shop, where he stopped and pulled back as though burned, for the woman he loved was mere inches from crashing into him in her haste to come out to the main room. Chuck also stepped back momentarily but continued once she saw she was in no danger, stopping only when she reached the smaller woman and wrapping her arms around her in a fierce hug.
"You're back!" she whispered, barely audibly, into the blonde's hair. She does smell like honey. And she's wearing perfume! Something flowery, sweet... Pulling back after an awkward moment, Olive smiled and Chuck beamed. "You look great! Look at you, all tanned! Did you have fun?" Olive’s smile deepened, emerald eyes sparkling, as snippets from her weekend away came to memory.
"I had so much fun!" she exclaimed, turning her head to her employer. "Thank you, Ned, for giving me the time off." The pie-maker, his hands in his pockets, smiled and shrugged.
"Thank Chuck, she is the one who took over your shifts."
"Oh, Chuck, I'm sorry. I didn't think that..." her sentence died midway out of her lips when the brunette looked down and blushed. From the corner, they could hear a mumbled 'oh, boy...' escaping Emerson as he too got to his feet.
"I'm going to go." He said, a raised eyebrow aimed at Chuck, who was too busy studying the design of the floor tiles to notice. "If I hear something about the guy, I'll come and get you." Chuck looked up. "Not you." And with that, and not a word more, he left. How rude...
The day turned out to be a busy one in the pie shop. People were almost constantly coming in and out, and by the first hour of the workday Olive was partly sure she was already wearing holes into this pair of heels. It had taken less then two hours to get to the point where the orders of the patrons of the shop pushed the girl named Chuck into the kitchen to help Ned, leaving Olive alone to tend to the masses.
With all the people coming and going, placing orders of coffee, pies, cup-pies, and other drinks, Olive was being run ragged. She handled everything in my place for two days. I can do this. Currently, she was under the counter, looking for the last set of clean plates. When she rose, facing the kitchen, she tried to see if the pie-maker had finished making the replacement for the strawberry pie, as it has been the last order she had taken. The spot on the pie tray was empty, but in its place she found twin jade eyes looking at her. Upon being caught, Chucked looked down and away, returning to the peaches and cream pie she was working on and blushing slightly.
After that incident, it seemed that whenever Olive would look towards the kitchen, whether to tell the pie-maker something, to see if there were new pies on the stand, or because she caught sight of it as she turned from one place to another, she would meet those green eyes for a brief moment, and then they would turn away. Or she would turn away. Something must be wrong. It was nearly an hour after first having that thought that the blonde managed to catch Chuck alone for a moment.
"Do I have something in my teeth? Or maybe a stain somewhere?"
"What?" Chuck looked at her thoroughly confused, then giving her an awkward once-over. "No, why do you ask?" Olive blinked in her confusion. Then what...
"Then why are you looking at me so much?" She bit her tongue. Smooth, very smooth. Open mouth, insert foot... "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like that. It's just that I saw you looking at me and I just thought..." Once again she let the sentence die. Why can't I finish simple sentences anymore?
"Excuse me, waitress?" came a call from across the room, cutting their conversation short.
As the day progressed, without Emerson's appearance, thank goodness, I don't think we could do without Ned today, Olive couldn't help but notice that she was no longer meeting Chuck's eyes wherever she went. The two women did exchange glances every now and again, but the moments were rare and usually cut short by Chuck glancing away.
It was only hours later, in the comfort of her living-room, that Olive had the time to think over the day's events. She rested her back against one of the plush pillows of her couch, with her legs partly covered by a warm fleece blanket, folded in four, and her hands warmed with a steaming cup of tea. There has to be a logical explanation for this. The blonde sighed and the dog named Digby looked up to her from his resting spot on the floor with what appeared to be questioning eyes.
"You think I'm mad, don't you?" The dog lowered his head back to his paws. She sighed again. It wasn't long after they had closed the pie shop for the night that Emerson came in, practically panting, and ordered the pie-maker to come at once. Of course, the pie-maker took the girl, woman, we have been over this, Chuck along with them. I wonder why she was looking at me all day... I checked the mirror, I had nothing in my teeth, no stains, no run in my stocking, what could it be? Turning on the TV, she hoped the noise coming from the little box would be able to slow her racing thoughts, and maybe - just maybe - put this cycle to rest.
Cop show... News... Cop show... Lawyer show... News... Cop and lawyer show... Martha Stewart interviewing... OH! With something to keep her thoughts from returning to the pie-maker’s brunette girlfriend. Olive settled back against the cushions, but before she was fully settled her mind was racing again. I wonder where she... they are now. They just left. And after a whole day of...
This has got to stop.
-*-*-*-*-*-
Morning found Olive still on her couch, in the same position she had fallen asleep the previous night. She was partly covered, but not completely cold. It was an insistent knock on the door that woke her. She jumped into a sitting position, screaming. It's just the door. Relax, it's the door.
"Whoa, Olive, relax. It's OK, it's just us." Chuck’s soft voice quivered from behind the door, as she tried to control her fear from the shorter woman's scream and soothe her at the same time.
"Goodness, you scared me half to death!" Her first action after opening the door was to smack Chuck's shoulder, partly irritated at the wake-up and partly irritated at herself for falling asleep on the couch. I am going to be feeling the muscles in my lower back all day... "Did you guys just get back?"
"No, we got back about two hours ago, but Chuck insisted we shouldn't wake you." answered the pie-maker from where he was awkwardly standing, his hands deep in his pockets. Olive waited for the trademark gesture, and sure enough - the pie-maker shrugged. She couldn't help but smile as she opened her door further to let the two in. After closing the door, with a wince and a groan, she stretched. With her arms clasped together over her head, her eyes mostly closed, and her back arched she could see nothing but a few fragments of light that managed to escape the barriers set for her by her own tired body. When she returned to a regular standing position she turned her eyes to her guests, smiling softly at Ned and then turning her eyes to the woman standing next to her.
"Chuck, are you alright?" The jade eyes that looked back at her were a shade darker then she remembered them "You look a bit flushed..."
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Comments and thoughts are loved!
Title: Sometimes all you need is a change of perspective part 3/?
Disclaimer: ABC owns it all. If I owned them things would be looking quite a bit differently...
Fandom: Pushing Daisies - Olive / Chuck
Rating: still PG
Summary: Olive's attempt to put thoughts of the pie-maker behind her have unexpected results
Spoilers: Up until ep.8 of the season.
Authors Notes: As always - a great big thanks to my wonderful beta -
llyfrgell for keeping up with my whims. You rock!
Italics means she's thinking.
The previous parts: part 1 and part 2
It was on a warm and sunny Monday morning that the woman named Olive Snook stepped into "The Pie Hole" after a weekend away. Her entrance was noted by all the occupants of the shop. At the moment: the pie-maker, Emerson, the dog Digby, and the girl named Chuck. The shortest member of the group was also the first to move, and Olive bent down to hug Digby and ruff-up the fur on the back of his head, beaming and exclaiming "Hi boy!" The pie-maker and Emerson, who sat in a booth together, snapped their heads up when they heard a loud crash. Olive’s head turned along with theirs to the source of the noise, and they saw Chuck standing next to the kitchen table. At her feet was a pie, half of it still in the metal casing, the other on the floor.
"Chuck!" The pie-maker rose to his feet and ran to the doorway separating the kitchen from the rest of the pie shop, where he stopped and pulled back as though burned, for the woman he loved was mere inches from crashing into him in her haste to come out to the main room. Chuck also stepped back momentarily but continued once she saw she was in no danger, stopping only when she reached the smaller woman and wrapping her arms around her in a fierce hug.
"You're back!" she whispered, barely audibly, into the blonde's hair. She does smell like honey. And she's wearing perfume! Something flowery, sweet... Pulling back after an awkward moment, Olive smiled and Chuck beamed. "You look great! Look at you, all tanned! Did you have fun?" Olive’s smile deepened, emerald eyes sparkling, as snippets from her weekend away came to memory.
"I had so much fun!" she exclaimed, turning her head to her employer. "Thank you, Ned, for giving me the time off." The pie-maker, his hands in his pockets, smiled and shrugged.
"Thank Chuck, she is the one who took over your shifts."
"Oh, Chuck, I'm sorry. I didn't think that..." her sentence died midway out of her lips when the brunette looked down and blushed. From the corner, they could hear a mumbled 'oh, boy...' escaping Emerson as he too got to his feet.
"I'm going to go." He said, a raised eyebrow aimed at Chuck, who was too busy studying the design of the floor tiles to notice. "If I hear something about the guy, I'll come and get you." Chuck looked up. "Not you." And with that, and not a word more, he left. How rude...
The day turned out to be a busy one in the pie shop. People were almost constantly coming in and out, and by the first hour of the workday Olive was partly sure she was already wearing holes into this pair of heels. It had taken less then two hours to get to the point where the orders of the patrons of the shop pushed the girl named Chuck into the kitchen to help Ned, leaving Olive alone to tend to the masses.
With all the people coming and going, placing orders of coffee, pies, cup-pies, and other drinks, Olive was being run ragged. She handled everything in my place for two days. I can do this. Currently, she was under the counter, looking for the last set of clean plates. When she rose, facing the kitchen, she tried to see if the pie-maker had finished making the replacement for the strawberry pie, as it has been the last order she had taken. The spot on the pie tray was empty, but in its place she found twin jade eyes looking at her. Upon being caught, Chucked looked down and away, returning to the peaches and cream pie she was working on and blushing slightly.
After that incident, it seemed that whenever Olive would look towards the kitchen, whether to tell the pie-maker something, to see if there were new pies on the stand, or because she caught sight of it as she turned from one place to another, she would meet those green eyes for a brief moment, and then they would turn away. Or she would turn away. Something must be wrong. It was nearly an hour after first having that thought that the blonde managed to catch Chuck alone for a moment.
"Do I have something in my teeth? Or maybe a stain somewhere?"
"What?" Chuck looked at her thoroughly confused, then giving her an awkward once-over. "No, why do you ask?" Olive blinked in her confusion. Then what...
"Then why are you looking at me so much?" She bit her tongue. Smooth, very smooth. Open mouth, insert foot... "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like that. It's just that I saw you looking at me and I just thought..." Once again she let the sentence die. Why can't I finish simple sentences anymore?
"Excuse me, waitress?" came a call from across the room, cutting their conversation short.
As the day progressed, without Emerson's appearance, thank goodness, I don't think we could do without Ned today, Olive couldn't help but notice that she was no longer meeting Chuck's eyes wherever she went. The two women did exchange glances every now and again, but the moments were rare and usually cut short by Chuck glancing away.
It was only hours later, in the comfort of her living-room, that Olive had the time to think over the day's events. She rested her back against one of the plush pillows of her couch, with her legs partly covered by a warm fleece blanket, folded in four, and her hands warmed with a steaming cup of tea. There has to be a logical explanation for this. The blonde sighed and the dog named Digby looked up to her from his resting spot on the floor with what appeared to be questioning eyes.
"You think I'm mad, don't you?" The dog lowered his head back to his paws. She sighed again. It wasn't long after they had closed the pie shop for the night that Emerson came in, practically panting, and ordered the pie-maker to come at once. Of course, the pie-maker took the girl, woman, we have been over this, Chuck along with them. I wonder why she was looking at me all day... I checked the mirror, I had nothing in my teeth, no stains, no run in my stocking, what could it be? Turning on the TV, she hoped the noise coming from the little box would be able to slow her racing thoughts, and maybe - just maybe - put this cycle to rest.
Cop show... News... Cop show... Lawyer show... News... Cop and lawyer show... Martha Stewart interviewing... OH! With something to keep her thoughts from returning to the pie-maker’s brunette girlfriend. Olive settled back against the cushions, but before she was fully settled her mind was racing again. I wonder where she... they are now. They just left. And after a whole day of...
This has got to stop.
-*-*-*-*-*-
Morning found Olive still on her couch, in the same position she had fallen asleep the previous night. She was partly covered, but not completely cold. It was an insistent knock on the door that woke her. She jumped into a sitting position, screaming. It's just the door. Relax, it's the door.
"Whoa, Olive, relax. It's OK, it's just us." Chuck’s soft voice quivered from behind the door, as she tried to control her fear from the shorter woman's scream and soothe her at the same time.
"Goodness, you scared me half to death!" Her first action after opening the door was to smack Chuck's shoulder, partly irritated at the wake-up and partly irritated at herself for falling asleep on the couch. I am going to be feeling the muscles in my lower back all day... "Did you guys just get back?"
"No, we got back about two hours ago, but Chuck insisted we shouldn't wake you." answered the pie-maker from where he was awkwardly standing, his hands deep in his pockets. Olive waited for the trademark gesture, and sure enough - the pie-maker shrugged. She couldn't help but smile as she opened her door further to let the two in. After closing the door, with a wince and a groan, she stretched. With her arms clasped together over her head, her eyes mostly closed, and her back arched she could see nothing but a few fragments of light that managed to escape the barriers set for her by her own tired body. When she returned to a regular standing position she turned her eyes to her guests, smiling softly at Ned and then turning her eyes to the woman standing next to her.
"Chuck, are you alright?" The jade eyes that looked back at her were a shade darker then she remembered them "You look a bit flushed..."
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Comments and thoughts are loved!