Post by Lisa on Apr 2, 2011 0:11:25 GMT 10
Title: Decoy
Rating: G
Word Count: 190
Pairing: Neal/Owen
Fight: 1/E
Summary: Owen’s on the right path, but barking up the wrong tree.
“You don’t suppose she likes Cleon, do you?” Owen kept turning around to watch the couple they’d left behind near the jousting stands.
Neal pulled him forward again. “Stop gawking at them. Give them privacy.”
“So you think they’re sweethearts,” Owen said, rather than asked. He looked up at Neal with an accusatory expression.
“My telling you the truth of the matter doesn’t mean I’m to blame,” Neal replied coolly.
“I thought you liked her!”
“What?” Neal stopped dead in his tracks, and Owen did, too, just a pace later.
Owen flushed. “You never said anything, but we could all see through your mooning over the prettiest girls to hide your feelings for the person beside you.”
Neal shifted uncomfortably, bothered by how right – and yet how wrong – the younger squire’s words could be. “Yes – oh mighty sleuth,” he replied loftily. “Sir Myles has taught you well – you’ve figured me out completely.”
Owen smirked, just the slightest bit, and began walking. “So you hate it as much as I do,” he said over his shoulder. “At least I’m in good company.”
“The best,” Neal said with a drawn out sigh.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 190
Pairing: Neal/Owen
Fight: 1/E
Summary: Owen’s on the right path, but barking up the wrong tree.
“You don’t suppose she likes Cleon, do you?” Owen kept turning around to watch the couple they’d left behind near the jousting stands.
Neal pulled him forward again. “Stop gawking at them. Give them privacy.”
“So you think they’re sweethearts,” Owen said, rather than asked. He looked up at Neal with an accusatory expression.
“My telling you the truth of the matter doesn’t mean I’m to blame,” Neal replied coolly.
“I thought you liked her!”
“What?” Neal stopped dead in his tracks, and Owen did, too, just a pace later.
Owen flushed. “You never said anything, but we could all see through your mooning over the prettiest girls to hide your feelings for the person beside you.”
Neal shifted uncomfortably, bothered by how right – and yet how wrong – the younger squire’s words could be. “Yes – oh mighty sleuth,” he replied loftily. “Sir Myles has taught you well – you’ve figured me out completely.”
Owen smirked, just the slightest bit, and began walking. “So you hate it as much as I do,” he said over his shoulder. “At least I’m in good company.”
“The best,” Neal said with a drawn out sigh.
QC by: journeycat
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!