Pineapple Juice; Bart/Oliver; for babydracky
Pineapple Juice
Fandom: Smallville
Author: vodooman
Rating: g
Genre: friendship, humour, prompted
Characters/Pairings: Oliver, Bart
Short summary: He wasn't very happy with how things have been going the last three weeks.
Any warnings: none...
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters are not mine. I only write fanfiction!
A/N: This was prompted by my girl babydracky , who's back from her holidays... and she requested a Oliver/Bart fic... the fic is writers choice... lol! Hope it's liked... And yes, I could totally see Ollie and Bart interacting like that... especially when Bart did something like drink Ollie's last supply of juice... lol
He wasn't very happy with how things have been going the last three weeks. The League is slacking off most of the time, the boys are doing what they want when ever they want, and he has problems with controlling his anger around them. But really who could blame him, when they were acting like the league of four year olds.
Oliver was just about to have another anger fit, because someone just happened to drink his last stock of 'Gloria's real Hawaiian Pineapple juice', because that pineapple juice was imported from Hawaii and now he had to call his personal pilot and get him to fly all the way to Hawaii just so that his personal assistant - Tracy or something other - could go and buy him his favourite brand of pineapple juice.
“Shit“ cursed Oliver as he slowly drove his hands through his hair. He hadn't noticed that Bart had entered the common living room of the League, so when the youngest member spoke next, Oliver jumped with surprise.
“What's up boss-man? Someone stole your bike?” asked Bart earnestly.
Oliver recovered quickly enough and spun around, then frowned at the loyal friend and supporter. “No, but someone did steal something from me!” he started to say.
Bart looked at him, curious at what it was that had his fearless leader's panties in a twist. He watched as Oliver went over to the fridge and opened it. Then he leaned slightly in and pulled a empty bottle out of it.
“Nice magical trick... You know I could also make the contents of a bottle disappear even faster than you!” said Bart, unimpressed with the show he just witnessed.
“That” Oliver pointed with his head towards the empty bottle that now stood on the counter, “was my last bottle of my favourite drink... You got any ideas, Impulse, how it got so empty, without me drinking of it?”
Bart looked at him, smirked and replied “Magic?”
Oliver narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the younger man and finally said after a few minutes “Somehow I get the feeling that this isn't the answer that I was hoping for...”
“Right...” said Bart, and this time Oliver was sure that he caught the glimpse of guilt on the younger mans face.
But none the less Oliver only sighed, and then exclaimed annoyed “Now I'll have to order my pilot to Hawaii just for the juice... as if those people” and here Bart knew that Oliver meant the people that worked for him as Oliver Queen and not as Green Arrow “didn't already think that I'm this spoilt and stupid playboy. Now I'm sure to hear all the talk when they think they are doing this behind my back... What a bother!”
But before Oliver could finish talking, he felt a breeze going through in the room, and looked to find Bart gone. A little confused, Oliver turned to grab the empty bottle to dispose of it, when he noticed that it was gone. “What the...”
He was just about to leave the room, to go and make the phone call to his pilot, when suddenly another breeze went through the room. He turned around and found Bart huffing and panting, obviously out of air, holding a bottle of his favourite pineapple juice in his hands.
“Oh, come on Impulse, you didn't have to...” said Oliver touched, that his youngest team mate would run all the way to Hawaii and back just to bring him his favourite juice.
“Yeah... well” huffed Bart, still out of breath, because he made sure to be extra fast this time “it was ... nothing!”
Oliver smiled, grabbed the bottle out of Bart's hands and pinched with his other empty hand the younger man's cheek. “Now aren't you adorable sometimes!”
He chuckled and then left the room, while drinking happily his juice. Bart only watched his team leader exit the room, while rubbing his now sore cheek. At least he had his happy team leader back...
The end.
Fandom: Smallville
Author: vodooman
Rating: g
Genre: friendship, humour, prompted
Characters/Pairings: Oliver, Bart
Short summary: He wasn't very happy with how things have been going the last three weeks.
Any warnings: none...
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters are not mine. I only write fanfiction!
A/N: This was prompted by my girl babydracky , who's back from her holidays... and she requested a Oliver/Bart fic... the fic is writers choice... lol! Hope it's liked... And yes, I could totally see Ollie and Bart interacting like that... especially when Bart did something like drink Ollie's last supply of juice... lol
He wasn't very happy with how things have been going the last three weeks. The League is slacking off most of the time, the boys are doing what they want when ever they want, and he has problems with controlling his anger around them. But really who could blame him, when they were acting like the league of four year olds.
Oliver was just about to have another anger fit, because someone just happened to drink his last stock of 'Gloria's real Hawaiian Pineapple juice', because that pineapple juice was imported from Hawaii and now he had to call his personal pilot and get him to fly all the way to Hawaii just so that his personal assistant - Tracy or something other - could go and buy him his favourite brand of pineapple juice.
“Shit“ cursed Oliver as he slowly drove his hands through his hair. He hadn't noticed that Bart had entered the common living room of the League, so when the youngest member spoke next, Oliver jumped with surprise.
“What's up boss-man? Someone stole your bike?” asked Bart earnestly.
Oliver recovered quickly enough and spun around, then frowned at the loyal friend and supporter. “No, but someone did steal something from me!” he started to say.
Bart looked at him, curious at what it was that had his fearless leader's panties in a twist. He watched as Oliver went over to the fridge and opened it. Then he leaned slightly in and pulled a empty bottle out of it.
“Nice magical trick... You know I could also make the contents of a bottle disappear even faster than you!” said Bart, unimpressed with the show he just witnessed.
“That” Oliver pointed with his head towards the empty bottle that now stood on the counter, “was my last bottle of my favourite drink... You got any ideas, Impulse, how it got so empty, without me drinking of it?”
Bart looked at him, smirked and replied “Magic?”
Oliver narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the younger man and finally said after a few minutes “Somehow I get the feeling that this isn't the answer that I was hoping for...”
“Right...” said Bart, and this time Oliver was sure that he caught the glimpse of guilt on the younger mans face.
But none the less Oliver only sighed, and then exclaimed annoyed “Now I'll have to order my pilot to Hawaii just for the juice... as if those people” and here Bart knew that Oliver meant the people that worked for him as Oliver Queen and not as Green Arrow “didn't already think that I'm this spoilt and stupid playboy. Now I'm sure to hear all the talk when they think they are doing this behind my back... What a bother!”
But before Oliver could finish talking, he felt a breeze going through in the room, and looked to find Bart gone. A little confused, Oliver turned to grab the empty bottle to dispose of it, when he noticed that it was gone. “What the...”
He was just about to leave the room, to go and make the phone call to his pilot, when suddenly another breeze went through the room. He turned around and found Bart huffing and panting, obviously out of air, holding a bottle of his favourite pineapple juice in his hands.
“Oh, come on Impulse, you didn't have to...” said Oliver touched, that his youngest team mate would run all the way to Hawaii and back just to bring him his favourite juice.
“Yeah... well” huffed Bart, still out of breath, because he made sure to be extra fast this time “it was ... nothing!”
Oliver smiled, grabbed the bottle out of Bart's hands and pinched with his other empty hand the younger man's cheek. “Now aren't you adorable sometimes!”
He chuckled and then left the room, while drinking happily his juice. Bart only watched his team leader exit the room, while rubbing his now sore cheek. At least he had his happy team leader back...
The end.