Life ficlet: "Would flowers help?"
Title: “Would flowers help?”
Sequel to “Figures”
(my muses insisted)
Fandom: Life.
Author: Keenir.
Rating: Mature.
Warning: if the idea of Dani/Charlie squicks you, you may want to be careful.
Spoilers: season 1.
Written for: me.
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Summary: The next day. Normalcy reigns…mostly.
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To both their credit, neither spoke of the night before during their time in the precinct, nor at the home where they were investigating. The pair of them were utterly professional, all “Detective Crews” and “Detective Reece” and not a sour note between them.
But in mid-drive, that calm was wiped away like the dusty cover it was. “I came back,” Crews said.
“You left,” Dani replied, not liking the idea one bit.
“Had an idea.”
“Yeah, your note said as much.” And I know you came back - I looked through my keyhole and saw you with pizza boxes. Waiting.
“I thought you’d like some pizza.”
“Couldn’t find a fruit basket?” Reece asked, basing her comment on Crews’ enjoyment of eating fruit.
“Nobody in your neighborhood sells fruit baskets.”
“You’ve got an orchard,” she reminded him.
“True. But my orchard isn’t in your neighborhood either. Unless you’re sugging a total refutation of Zeno.”
“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”
Knowing what she meant, “Zeno’s the guy who said we can never get anywhere, because we can only go halfway - half of the whole, half of that, half of that -”
“And so on, ad infinitum,” Reece said.
“Would flowers have helped?” Crews asked.
“No, flowers would not have - Why?”
“In my experience, people like getting flowers.”
“People? Not just women?”
“Had a dentist who said he was more relaxed when his patients gave him a flower before he did any work in their mouths.”
“Grreat,” Reece said under her breath.
“And.”
“And?”
“And would flowers help?”
“No. You know what would help, Crews?”
“A horse?”
“You got your ex a horse,” Dani said, very carefully.
“If you want a horse, that’s unrelated to my having promised her a horse.”
“You’re all heart.”
“I try.”
“What, no Zen comeback? I thought there was at least one possible reply to that.”
“Sorry but the only comeback that came to mind, involved the Buddha.”
“I’m not rubbing your belly.”
He was silent.
“Crews?”
Silence.
“Talk to me, Crews.”
“Chocolate?”
“How about we try dinner, first?”
“Sounds good.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
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The End
Sequel to “Figures”
(my muses insisted)
Fandom: Life.
Author: Keenir.
Rating: Mature.
Warning: if the idea of Dani/Charlie squicks you, you may want to be careful.
Spoilers: season 1.
Written for: me.
(sign up here so I can write one for you)
Summary: The next day. Normalcy reigns…mostly.
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To both their credit, neither spoke of the night before during their time in the precinct, nor at the home where they were investigating. The pair of them were utterly professional, all “Detective Crews” and “Detective Reece” and not a sour note between them.
But in mid-drive, that calm was wiped away like the dusty cover it was. “I came back,” Crews said.
“You left,” Dani replied, not liking the idea one bit.
“Had an idea.”
“Yeah, your note said as much.” And I know you came back - I looked through my keyhole and saw you with pizza boxes. Waiting.
“I thought you’d like some pizza.”
“Couldn’t find a fruit basket?” Reece asked, basing her comment on Crews’ enjoyment of eating fruit.
“Nobody in your neighborhood sells fruit baskets.”
“You’ve got an orchard,” she reminded him.
“True. But my orchard isn’t in your neighborhood either. Unless you’re sugging a total refutation of Zeno.”
“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”
Knowing what she meant, “Zeno’s the guy who said we can never get anywhere, because we can only go halfway - half of the whole, half of that, half of that -”
“And so on, ad infinitum,” Reece said.
“Would flowers have helped?” Crews asked.
“No, flowers would not have - Why?”
“In my experience, people like getting flowers.”
“People? Not just women?”
“Had a dentist who said he was more relaxed when his patients gave him a flower before he did any work in their mouths.”
“Grreat,” Reece said under her breath.
“And.”
“And?”
“And would flowers help?”
“No. You know what would help, Crews?”
“A horse?”
“You got your ex a horse,” Dani said, very carefully.
“If you want a horse, that’s unrelated to my having promised her a horse.”
“You’re all heart.”
“I try.”
“What, no Zen comeback? I thought there was at least one possible reply to that.”
“Sorry but the only comeback that came to mind, involved the Buddha.”
“I’m not rubbing your belly.”
He was silent.
“Crews?”
Silence.
“Talk to me, Crews.”
“Chocolate?”
“How about we try dinner, first?”
“Sounds good.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
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The End