[fanfiction: shi/ft] Morning After
Jun. 17th, 2012 01:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
perfectworrytitle: Morning After
fandom: SHI/FT
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writerverse
prompt: Phase #03: Challenge #06: Weekly Quick Fic #02 ("booth or table?")
pairings: Nikos/Abel (implied Abel/Jet)
rating: T
summary: Abel is rudely awakened early in the morning, but he has at least enough time to take Nikos out for breakfast like a gentleman.
The morning after, Abel took Nikos out to breakfast. Usually, Nikos cooked, but they spent the night in a hotel and Abel wanted something warm. Nikos would go back for the free continental breakfast later; he had time. Abel had been woken up by a phone call from his boss before the break of dawn, but he had time for a bite to eat before dashing back to work.
"What's going on?" asked Nikos, stretching and yawning after Abel's phone rang. He never turned the ringer off, no matter how preoccupied he was with other, more enjoyable, activities.
"Work," Abel said, shortly. "I don't have much time. Get up if you want breakfast."
Nikos pushed the blankets off. He wasn't going to turn down breakfast. It was the most important meal of the day.
"And for God's sake, put some clothes on."
So Nikos had pulled on yesterday's jeans and t-shirt, and his leather jacket over that. The summer morning was still crisp and cool. He wasn't dressed for breakfast at anything classier than a Denny's, but that wasn't exactly what Abel had in mind. He was used to restaurants too expensive to ask something so pedestrian as "booth or table?"
They sat across the table from each other at the Ritz, Abel looking impeccable - as though he had not been rudely awakened by an early morning phone call from his needy boss a mere fifteen minutes ago - and Nikos looking awkward and out of place. He didn't let it get to him; the food was too good.
"What's he need this time?" asked Nikos.
"My assistance with a missing persons case," replied Abel.
"Missing persons," repeated Nikos, stressing the plural.
"Yes, but that's more than I can tell you. Eat your pancakes, I have to be across the city in an hour."
Nikos was intrigued, but he knew better than to ask for the specifics of Abel's work. He had tried, and Abel managed to evade him every time. What, exactly, Abel did for a living was a mystery to Nikos, but he did know why Abel was so married to his job. He could tell just by the tone of Abel's voice, even when he was exasperated with Jet for waking him so early in the morning, that Abel was in love with his boss.
The real mystery to Nikos was if Jet loved his secretary in return.
fandom: SHI/FT
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writerverse prompt: Phase #03: Challenge #06: Weekly Quick Fic #02 ("booth or table?")
pairings: Nikos/Abel (implied Abel/Jet)
rating: T
summary: Abel is rudely awakened early in the morning, but he has at least enough time to take Nikos out for breakfast like a gentleman.
The morning after, Abel took Nikos out to breakfast. Usually, Nikos cooked, but they spent the night in a hotel and Abel wanted something warm. Nikos would go back for the free continental breakfast later; he had time. Abel had been woken up by a phone call from his boss before the break of dawn, but he had time for a bite to eat before dashing back to work.
"What's going on?" asked Nikos, stretching and yawning after Abel's phone rang. He never turned the ringer off, no matter how preoccupied he was with other, more enjoyable, activities.
"Work," Abel said, shortly. "I don't have much time. Get up if you want breakfast."
Nikos pushed the blankets off. He wasn't going to turn down breakfast. It was the most important meal of the day.
"And for God's sake, put some clothes on."
So Nikos had pulled on yesterday's jeans and t-shirt, and his leather jacket over that. The summer morning was still crisp and cool. He wasn't dressed for breakfast at anything classier than a Denny's, but that wasn't exactly what Abel had in mind. He was used to restaurants too expensive to ask something so pedestrian as "booth or table?"
They sat across the table from each other at the Ritz, Abel looking impeccable - as though he had not been rudely awakened by an early morning phone call from his needy boss a mere fifteen minutes ago - and Nikos looking awkward and out of place. He didn't let it get to him; the food was too good.
"What's he need this time?" asked Nikos.
"My assistance with a missing persons case," replied Abel.
"Missing persons," repeated Nikos, stressing the plural.
"Yes, but that's more than I can tell you. Eat your pancakes, I have to be across the city in an hour."
Nikos was intrigued, but he knew better than to ask for the specifics of Abel's work. He had tried, and Abel managed to evade him every time. What, exactly, Abel did for a living was a mystery to Nikos, but he did know why Abel was so married to his job. He could tell just by the tone of Abel's voice, even when he was exasperated with Jet for waking him so early in the morning, that Abel was in love with his boss.
The real mystery to Nikos was if Jet loved his secretary in return.
