Numb3rs drabble: Strongman (Don, Amita, OMC, G)
I always forget to preheat the oven until I'm all ready with my batter. Heh.
I blame the ladies of numb3rs100 and rubynye for this fic. I'm not even sure why. But I'm preeetty sure this is their fault somehow. It usually is.
Title: Strongman
Characters: Don, Amita, OMC
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes they're cute, sometimes they're not.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: none.
Notes/Warnings: This is unbetaed and is about a baby. Sorry!
Prompt: "Strength" at numb3rs100
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I profit from their use here. This is only for fun.
"Whoa there," Don murmured. He tugged his hand away cautiously and the grip on his finger tightened. He sighed dramatically, earning him a curious look from the kid on his lap.
"Amita!" he called over his shoulder. "Your kid doesn't know his own strength! He's got me trapped!"
He looked down just in time to witness a fresh strand of drool land on his jeans. Nice. Amita exited the kitchen, eyebrow raised.
"Somehow I doubt that."
She tried to take the baby, but he squawked in protest, so she shoved the bowl of applesauce at Don.
"I'm taking a nap."
I blame the ladies of numb3rs100 and rubynye for this fic. I'm not even sure why. But I'm preeetty sure this is their fault somehow. It usually is.
Title: Strongman
Characters: Don, Amita, OMC
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes they're cute, sometimes they're not.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: none.
Notes/Warnings: This is unbetaed and is about a baby. Sorry!
Prompt: "Strength" at numb3rs100
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I profit from their use here. This is only for fun.
"Whoa there," Don murmured. He tugged his hand away cautiously and the grip on his finger tightened. He sighed dramatically, earning him a curious look from the kid on his lap.
"Amita!" he called over his shoulder. "Your kid doesn't know his own strength! He's got me trapped!"
He looked down just in time to witness a fresh strand of drool land on his jeans. Nice. Amita exited the kitchen, eyebrow raised.
"Somehow I doubt that."
She tried to take the baby, but he squawked in protest, so she shoved the bowl of applesauce at Don.
"I'm taking a nap."