White Collar Advent Calendar - Day 4.2
Turns out our December 4 poster had internet connectivity problems, so she sent me her entries for the Advent calendar. (Thanks, attackfish!) So with any luck, we might get three entries today for the missed one yesterday. :-)
Type: Fanfic
Title: Creepy Crawly Things
Author: attackfish
Characters: Alex, Mozzie
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 350
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: This really isn't her favorite part of the job.
Given the number of things she had stolen, and the percentage of those that were ancient and valuable, she supposed it was only a matter of time before she managed to get her hands on something cursed.
"You have any idea what did this to you?" Moz asked, peering at her more curiously than she felt comfortable with. She pulled the flower pin out of her bag while Mozzie went to the bookshelf and started pulling books out, flipping through them and pushing them back into place. "Where did you find it?"
She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Fine, fine, I'll figure out how to fix this without your help." He went back to the bookshelf and pulled another book out. His thumb keeping his place, he plunked it gown on the table next to the pin. "It says here you're cursed because you stole it. Apparently the French liked this spell a lot during the seventeenth century. If you had been given it, you'd be making pearls and rubies instead."
Alex nodded.
He looked up. "You have to give it back."
"No way!" she yelped, frogs, snakes, and spiders tumbling out of her mouth. "Do you know what I had to go through to get this?"
Mozzie jumped back and pushed himself against the wall on the other side of the room. "Well you could try working at a soup kitchen!"
Alex swallowed, and she swore she could feel eight legs climbing up her throat. She gritted her teeth sulkily and shrugged.
"Hey, it's not my fault you decided you just had to have a piece of jewelry with a curse on it."
"Thanks Moz." A thick, black snake dropped out of her mouth and slithered across the floor. Mozzie cried out and climbed onto a chair. She held one of the frogs up by one leg. "Hey, you mind putting this in Caffrey's bed for me? He still owes me for Copenhagen."
"Okay!" he stuttered, eyeing the wiggling frog like he thought it was going to fly through the air at him. "Please... Just keep your mouth closed."
Type: Fanfic
Title: Creepy Crawly Things
Author: attackfish
Characters: Alex, Mozzie
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 350
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: This really isn't her favorite part of the job.
Given the number of things she had stolen, and the percentage of those that were ancient and valuable, she supposed it was only a matter of time before she managed to get her hands on something cursed.
"You have any idea what did this to you?" Moz asked, peering at her more curiously than she felt comfortable with. She pulled the flower pin out of her bag while Mozzie went to the bookshelf and started pulling books out, flipping through them and pushing them back into place. "Where did you find it?"
She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Fine, fine, I'll figure out how to fix this without your help." He went back to the bookshelf and pulled another book out. His thumb keeping his place, he plunked it gown on the table next to the pin. "It says here you're cursed because you stole it. Apparently the French liked this spell a lot during the seventeenth century. If you had been given it, you'd be making pearls and rubies instead."
Alex nodded.
He looked up. "You have to give it back."
"No way!" she yelped, frogs, snakes, and spiders tumbling out of her mouth. "Do you know what I had to go through to get this?"
Mozzie jumped back and pushed himself against the wall on the other side of the room. "Well you could try working at a soup kitchen!"
Alex swallowed, and she swore she could feel eight legs climbing up her throat. She gritted her teeth sulkily and shrugged.
"Hey, it's not my fault you decided you just had to have a piece of jewelry with a curse on it."
"Thanks Moz." A thick, black snake dropped out of her mouth and slithered across the floor. Mozzie cried out and climbed onto a chair. She held one of the frogs up by one leg. "Hey, you mind putting this in Caffrey's bed for me? He still owes me for Copenhagen."
"Okay!" he stuttered, eyeing the wiggling frog like he thought it was going to fly through the air at him. "Please... Just keep your mouth closed."