When We Were Young 7 - CODA
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kaigouSince Yanagi asked, and this popped into my head for some reason. It's short; I can't sit at the computer too long, since my back spent most of the day pretty much insisting it should get a divorce from the rest of me and then we'd be so much happier. Excuse me while I clutch the heating pad.
I have no excuse for this, really; it's completely silly, dashed off in ten minutes.
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Coda for pt 7
Trowa nodded his apologies at his team, flipped open the phone, and checked the number. "I have to take this," he told them. "Should be short." Hitting the button, he put the phone to his ear. "Barton."
"Get me out of here!"
"What--" Trowa tried to ungrit his teeth-- "are you doing out of bed?"
"I'm in the bathroom! You have to do something! Make Duo leave!"
"What? Why?" Like hell, Trowa thought. He'd had five hours of peace and quiet at work once Eliza had made The Call. Once this meeting was done, he could come home, assuming Heero's team's mission went as planned and the post-mortem meeting wrapped up quickly.
"He's driving me crazy," Quatre hissed.
Short trip, Trowa thought. He nodded to Wufei, who arched an eyebrow. Sally's expression remained deadpan, but her eyes narrowed just a bit; she was clearly laughing, and Trowa turned down the volume on his phone quickly.
"He won't let me go to the bathroom but once an hour, he keeps making me drink green tea, and he's been threatening to use Heero's cat shooter pill thing on me if I won't take the antibiotics," Quatre ranted, but in a soft, whisper-shout. "Make him leave, damn it! He's practically sitting--"
Before Trowa could say anything, he heard a door slam, someone shouted, and then the clatter of a phone hitting the marble floor. Static for a second or two, and shouting, then coughing. He waited, and not more than a count of ten and someone picked up the phone.
"Yo, Trowa." Duo's cheerful tones filled the phone. "He's kinda cranky when he's sick, but don't you worry. He won't die on my watch--"
"No one fuckin' dies from bronchitis," Quatre snapped, in the background. "Give me back the phone!"
"No! Stop being such a baby! Take the medicine, and you won't keep coughing like that!"
The phone clattered against the marble again, more static; Trowa winced, but nodded with a tight smile to the rest of his team collected around the table. He tried to refrain from showing his worry -- as well as annoyance and a bit of anger -- but it seemed to slip out as he tapped on finger, slowly and methodically, against the surface of the conference table. Finally someone picked up the phone again.
"He won't take the cough medicine," Duo yelled, someone in the background seemed to be sputtering madly. "I'm gonna need two hands for this one, so sorry to hang up on you. We still on for pool on Saturday?"
"Yeah, wait, Duo--"
"Heero wants to bring Relena, since Quatre--" the phone went staticy again, then cleared-- "will be in bed! Alone!"
"Duo! Get away from me with that stuff, I don't need it every three min--"
Trowa cleared his throat. "Duo. Duo!" Only once Duo answered, did Trowa continue. "Tell Quatre that if he doesn't listen to you, that you will be replaced with your backup, who is waiting and ready at a moment's notice for her deployment."
"Backup?" Duo sounded uncertain; all other sounds at the other end of the phone became abruptly silent. "Deployment?"
"Yes." Trowa settled his voice into the authoritative voice he used with his team. "Tell Quatre that if I hear so much as another peep out of either of you, that I will send over Cathy."
"Shit." Duo's voice was muffled, but Trowa could hear him saying, indistinctly, "Quatre, man, Trowa's threatening you with his sister. I bet she's gonna make you soup, too."
Dead silence across the phone line.
Trowa waited.
More silence.
Then, faintly, Quatre asked, "so, you have the teaspoon?"
"Right here, yeah, there you go. I think the dose is one teaspoon."
"You sure? I thought you said it was two."
Silence.
"Actually," Quatre said, cheerfully, "the stuff isn't that bad. Strawberry flavor."
"That's cool. At least it's not, like, lemon-flavored." There was definitely the sound of a strained grin in Duo's voice, then he returned to the line. "See? All fine over here. Not a problem! Cathy can stay home. Really. Neither of us would ever dream of bothering her."
"Good," Trowa replied, and hung up. He put the phone away, and looked around the room. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, where were we? I believe we had six votes for pepperoni pizza, and nine for sausage. Did I hear any for green peppers?"
I have no excuse for this, really; it's completely silly, dashed off in ten minutes.
------
Coda for pt 7
Trowa nodded his apologies at his team, flipped open the phone, and checked the number. "I have to take this," he told them. "Should be short." Hitting the button, he put the phone to his ear. "Barton."
"Get me out of here!"
"What--" Trowa tried to ungrit his teeth-- "are you doing out of bed?"
"I'm in the bathroom! You have to do something! Make Duo leave!"
"What? Why?" Like hell, Trowa thought. He'd had five hours of peace and quiet at work once Eliza had made The Call. Once this meeting was done, he could come home, assuming Heero's team's mission went as planned and the post-mortem meeting wrapped up quickly.
"He's driving me crazy," Quatre hissed.
Short trip, Trowa thought. He nodded to Wufei, who arched an eyebrow. Sally's expression remained deadpan, but her eyes narrowed just a bit; she was clearly laughing, and Trowa turned down the volume on his phone quickly.
"He won't let me go to the bathroom but once an hour, he keeps making me drink green tea, and he's been threatening to use Heero's cat shooter pill thing on me if I won't take the antibiotics," Quatre ranted, but in a soft, whisper-shout. "Make him leave, damn it! He's practically sitting--"
Before Trowa could say anything, he heard a door slam, someone shouted, and then the clatter of a phone hitting the marble floor. Static for a second or two, and shouting, then coughing. He waited, and not more than a count of ten and someone picked up the phone.
"Yo, Trowa." Duo's cheerful tones filled the phone. "He's kinda cranky when he's sick, but don't you worry. He won't die on my watch--"
"No one fuckin' dies from bronchitis," Quatre snapped, in the background. "Give me back the phone!"
"No! Stop being such a baby! Take the medicine, and you won't keep coughing like that!"
The phone clattered against the marble again, more static; Trowa winced, but nodded with a tight smile to the rest of his team collected around the table. He tried to refrain from showing his worry -- as well as annoyance and a bit of anger -- but it seemed to slip out as he tapped on finger, slowly and methodically, against the surface of the conference table. Finally someone picked up the phone again.
"He won't take the cough medicine," Duo yelled, someone in the background seemed to be sputtering madly. "I'm gonna need two hands for this one, so sorry to hang up on you. We still on for pool on Saturday?"
"Yeah, wait, Duo--"
"Heero wants to bring Relena, since Quatre--" the phone went staticy again, then cleared-- "will be in bed! Alone!"
"Duo! Get away from me with that stuff, I don't need it every three min--"
Trowa cleared his throat. "Duo. Duo!" Only once Duo answered, did Trowa continue. "Tell Quatre that if he doesn't listen to you, that you will be replaced with your backup, who is waiting and ready at a moment's notice for her deployment."
"Backup?" Duo sounded uncertain; all other sounds at the other end of the phone became abruptly silent. "Deployment?"
"Yes." Trowa settled his voice into the authoritative voice he used with his team. "Tell Quatre that if I hear so much as another peep out of either of you, that I will send over Cathy."
"Shit." Duo's voice was muffled, but Trowa could hear him saying, indistinctly, "Quatre, man, Trowa's threatening you with his sister. I bet she's gonna make you soup, too."
Dead silence across the phone line.
Trowa waited.
More silence.
Then, faintly, Quatre asked, "so, you have the teaspoon?"
"Right here, yeah, there you go. I think the dose is one teaspoon."
"You sure? I thought you said it was two."
Silence.
"Actually," Quatre said, cheerfully, "the stuff isn't that bad. Strawberry flavor."
"That's cool. At least it's not, like, lemon-flavored." There was definitely the sound of a strained grin in Duo's voice, then he returned to the line. "See? All fine over here. Not a problem! Cathy can stay home. Really. Neither of us would ever dream of bothering her."
"Good," Trowa replied, and hung up. He put the phone away, and looked around the room. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, where were we? I believe we had six votes for pepperoni pizza, and nine for sausage. Did I hear any for green peppers?"