Numb3rs drabble: Sunspots (Coop, Charlie, G)
Internet is broken again/still, but I wrote this last night and wanted to post it. There is really nothing better than a space AU, am I right?
Title: Sunspots
Characters: Coop, Charlie
Rating: G
Summary: "You have those coordinates set?" Coop asked.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: none.
Notes/Warnings: AU. Unbetaed. Possibly the most ridiculous thing I've ever written, which is saying something. I meant for this to be slash but... then it wasn't. In my head, the broader story around this is Cooper/Charlie, though.
Prompt: #197 Hover at numb3rs100
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I profit from their use here. This is only for fun.
"You have those coordinates set?" Coop asked, voice rumbling deeply through the small space.
"Yes."
"Checked 'em twice?"
"I didn't need to," Charlie huffed.
Coop shot him a glance. "You remember the time--"
"I checked them."
Coop nodded. That was all he needed. He checked his doors, sensors, peered out the window. He pulled up slowly, hovering in place over their dock for a moment before taking off. As he watched the screen in front of him, Charlie's numbers filling it with directions for him, he grinned, adrenaline already kicking in.
"Alright, Professor," he said. "Let's catch us a fugitive."
Title: Sunspots
Characters: Coop, Charlie
Rating: G
Summary: "You have those coordinates set?" Coop asked.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: none.
Notes/Warnings: AU. Unbetaed. Possibly the most ridiculous thing I've ever written, which is saying something. I meant for this to be slash but... then it wasn't. In my head, the broader story around this is Cooper/Charlie, though.
Prompt: #197 Hover at numb3rs100
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I profit from their use here. This is only for fun.
"You have those coordinates set?" Coop asked, voice rumbling deeply through the small space.
"Yes."
"Checked 'em twice?"
"I didn't need to," Charlie huffed.
Coop shot him a glance. "You remember the time--"
"I checked them."
Coop nodded. That was all he needed. He checked his doors, sensors, peered out the window. He pulled up slowly, hovering in place over their dock for a moment before taking off. As he watched the screen in front of him, Charlie's numbers filling it with directions for him, he grinned, adrenaline already kicking in.
"Alright, Professor," he said. "Let's catch us a fugitive."