Post by Seek on Apr 3, 2011 4:38:44 GMT 10
Title: Care
Rating: G
Word Count: 247
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Care: Jon is driving himself too hard. Kel takes care of him. Set in the Agents universe where Kel and Jon are FBI agents. A forms list from an internal FBI Website lists the FD-302 as Form for Reporting Information That May Become Testimony.
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“You need some coffee,” Kel says, and a cup enters Jon’s field of vision. She plunks it down on the table, and virtually hovers over him. Her hands aren’t on her hips – yet. “Si – Wyl – Cavall said you’d be in your office.” She stumbles along the succession of names. This is Kel; she still can’t bring herself to quite call either of them by their names.
“’M okay,” Jon mumbles, and he’s surprised by the effort it takes to keep his eyes open. His head feels like someone’s stuffed wool into his; his thoughts are scattered and distant.
Kel sets a brown bag down on the table now. The smell coming from it makes Jon’s mouth water and his stomach growl. He scrubs at his tired eyes with the back of his hand. The words on the FD-302 are dancing before his eyes and he should know better than to press on, but it’s that time of the year again, when Thayet went missing all these years ago, and Jon doesn’t want to remember.
“It’s breakfast,” Kel reminds him. She doesn’t budge. “And I’ve brought enough for the two of us.”
He sighs. “I suppose you’re not going to move until I stop reading and eat something?”
Her mouth twitches in an almost-smile. It’s the most open expression Jon’s gotten out of her since Wyldon’s assigned her to him as his partner not long ago. Alright, he decides, and he sets aside the 302. That can wait.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: G
Word Count: 247
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Care: Jon is driving himself too hard. Kel takes care of him. Set in the Agents universe where Kel and Jon are FBI agents. A forms list from an internal FBI Website lists the FD-302 as Form for Reporting Information That May Become Testimony.
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“You need some coffee,” Kel says, and a cup enters Jon’s field of vision. She plunks it down on the table, and virtually hovers over him. Her hands aren’t on her hips – yet. “Si – Wyl – Cavall said you’d be in your office.” She stumbles along the succession of names. This is Kel; she still can’t bring herself to quite call either of them by their names.
“’M okay,” Jon mumbles, and he’s surprised by the effort it takes to keep his eyes open. His head feels like someone’s stuffed wool into his; his thoughts are scattered and distant.
Kel sets a brown bag down on the table now. The smell coming from it makes Jon’s mouth water and his stomach growl. He scrubs at his tired eyes with the back of his hand. The words on the FD-302 are dancing before his eyes and he should know better than to press on, but it’s that time of the year again, when Thayet went missing all these years ago, and Jon doesn’t want to remember.
“It’s breakfast,” Kel reminds him. She doesn’t budge. “And I’ve brought enough for the two of us.”
He sighs. “I suppose you’re not going to move until I stop reading and eat something?”
Her mouth twitches in an almost-smile. It’s the most open expression Jon’s gotten out of her since Wyldon’s assigned her to him as his partner not long ago. Alright, he decides, and he sets aside the 302. That can wait.
QC: by Cassandra