[Set in
wayward_au. Alec is
smart_alec494 and is used with permission from his mun who made a request for a Bela and Alec kiss. Set before Ben was found.]
“Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything that comes in second.”
She wasn’t sure what kind of wind had blown Alec her way, but she was pleasantly surprised that it had, if for nothing else then just seeing the look on his face when he walked into her apartment for the first time.
It wasn’t because she was particularly gifted in interior decoration, though she supposed that that could have some hand in it. She just knew what he could see when he looked at the various objects and even if he couldn’t see those things, she caught his curiosity if nothing else. Each object had its own kind of history to it, its own story behind it, and apparently Alec had liked history a lot more than she had realized. So between her explaining while she fixed dinner, and him poking around through the various artifacts and items on her shelf, and the actual food itself, they managed to get through a good portion of the evening without getting to the question that was on everyone’s mind.
Why was Alec here?
He was sitting next to her on the couch, close and comfortable, while Jinx was stretched out on the floor in front of the fireplace, gnawing at the ham bone she had left for him with a slow, lazy contentment. He had just finished telling her about something House had made for him while he was in New Jersey, and the conversation dropped off. The two of them sat in comfortable silence, before she turned back to him, her hand landing on his leg lightly.
“Not that I’m not grateful for the company, Alec,” she began softly. “But how did you wind up at my door?”
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“Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything that comes in second.”
She wasn’t sure what kind of wind had blown Alec her way, but she was pleasantly surprised that it had, if for nothing else then just seeing the look on his face when he walked into her apartment for the first time.
It wasn’t because she was particularly gifted in interior decoration, though she supposed that that could have some hand in it. She just knew what he could see when he looked at the various objects and even if he couldn’t see those things, she caught his curiosity if nothing else. Each object had its own kind of history to it, its own story behind it, and apparently Alec had liked history a lot more than she had realized. So between her explaining while she fixed dinner, and him poking around through the various artifacts and items on her shelf, and the actual food itself, they managed to get through a good portion of the evening without getting to the question that was on everyone’s mind.
Why was Alec here?
He was sitting next to her on the couch, close and comfortable, while Jinx was stretched out on the floor in front of the fireplace, gnawing at the ham bone she had left for him with a slow, lazy contentment. He had just finished telling her about something House had made for him while he was in New Jersey, and the conversation dropped off. The two of them sat in comfortable silence, before she turned back to him, her hand landing on his leg lightly.
“Not that I’m not grateful for the company, Alec,” she began softly. “But how did you wind up at my door?”
( *** )
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- Mood:
calm
Written for
repo_woman for the drabble meme. Prompt: Movie Theme.
"...for English, press one, para Español-"
beep
"Goddammit" Jack held the cordless land line phone away from him and wrinkled his face at it in disgust. He knew that it wasn't the phone's fault, but there had to be a holiday season scapegoat and he would rather not yell at a person who was just trying to do their job. He returned the phone to it's holster and pressed the speakerphone button, allowing himself to bustle around the kitchen finishing dinner preparations before Juliet returned home with Aaron. Earlier in the day he had bought a blu ray player and Up on dvd as an early Christmas present for the family, but was experiencing technical difficulties. He had hoped to have a night of dinner and a movie to celebrate, but at the moment neither seemed to be progressing very quickly.
As he peeked into the oven window to check on the meatballs, the Muzak clicked on with a blaring, and in his opinion, very annoying, refrain: ( rah-rah-ah-ah-ah! )
- Mood:
surprised
- Mood:
tired

cold