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Comment Fic: Day 2

Hey everyone, time for Day Two of the Comment Fic Challenge!

Complete as many of the daily prompts as you like this month; just have your fics posted by the 30th to earn yourself a pretty participation banner made by yours truly!

Today's prompt: No news is good news

Do with it what you will! Have fun! ;-)

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asphaltcowgrrl
Sep. 3rd, 2019 05:24 pm (UTC)
I managed to fit this into my WIP. LOL

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Andrej walked along the sidewalk that led into the library, intent on picking up his holds and getting home. He didn’t have any real plans what with James stuck on a stakeout and Zayne committed to taking Hilary out for her birthday. But even so, he was eager to get home, get out of his suit, and relax for a bit.

“Andrej,” he heard a voice call, causing him to slow, and look around.

Seeing Julian standing outside the café made him smile. He lifted a hand in greeting and diverted his course towards where his friend stood. Since no one was waiting for him at home, he could spare a few moments to chat. “Good evening, Julian, how are you?”

“Good,” he said. “Didn’t expect to see you during the week like this.”

“I requested a couple cookbooks online and they are in,” he said, feeling silly for this ridiculous explanation, even if it was the truth. “I am hoping to find some new inspiration in the kitchen.”

“Cook a lot, do you?”

“As much as I can,” he said. “It is much cheaper than eating out all the time.” Especially when you had someone like Zayne in your house. The boy was a bottomless pit.

“Healthier, too,” Julian added.

“Agreed,” Andrej said. “I am surprised you are here so late. The library will be closing soon and I figured you’d be doing so as well.”

“I was working on an order,” he said. “I’m usually gone by three during the week. I tend to stay longer on the weekends though because it gets busier.”

Andrej nodded, understanding the logic behind that. “Are you on your way home now?”

“Actually,” Julian said, smiling. “I was thinking of going to get dinner.”

Despite himself, Andrej returned Julian’s infectious smile. Was he tempting fate by even considering the offer he knew was about to be made? But what was a boy to do when he was all alone? “That sounds like a very good idea,” he said.

“I know you are spoken for,” Julian said, “but is there any possibility for dinner as friends?”

Yeah, he was definitely tempting fate tonight. He pulled out his phone and checked it for texts from either James or Zayne and saw nothing. No news was good news, he supposed. Meaning James was safely ensconced in a car somewhere with Jake and Zayne hadn’t pissed off Hilary either. He was good to have dinner with Julian – or anyone, really, so why was he so hesitant? It wasn’t like he was even entertaining the idea of doing something he shouldn’t.

Mă duc în iad,” he muttered, knowing full well what his boys didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. And yet… “Yes, I think that we can do that,” Andrej said, nodding. “May I retrieve my books first?”

“Of course,” Julian said. “That ought to give me just enough time to get my stuff together. Meet you out here in about ten minutes?”

“That will work,” Andrej said.

“Ten minutes,” Julian said and returned inside to the café.

Andrej checked his phone again, worried that he was making a mistake. Still nothing from James or Zayne. Or Hilary for that matter. Shaking his head, he sent a text to the one person who wouldn’t hesitate to tell him he was being stupid.

Is it wrong to have dinner with another man while your boyfriends are otherwise occupied?

The response was immediate.

Not if it’s that damn cute barista, she texted back. Because that’s worth pissing them both off.

He wasn’t sure that was true, but Andrej was relatively certain he got her meaning. It feels wrong.

Andrej could almost hear her laughing as he read her response.
asphaltcowgrrl
Sep. 3rd, 2019 05:25 pm (UTC)
Don’t sleep with him then, Andy. I mean, isn’t Zayne taking his ex to dinner tonight? Just because you know Hil doesn’t make it any different than this.

She had a point. Sighing, he texted her back.

That makes sense, thank you. And if either Jay or Zayne get angry, I’m telling them you said it was okay.

Not that he’d actually do that, but he knew Trish would take it in stride.

Send those assholes my way, she replied. I’ll make sure they never complain again. Enjoy your dinner and don’t feel guilty. Promise?

Promise,

Good, you deserve a night out without those two. Now, stop texting me and go have your not-date.

Laughing, he told her he would, once he picked his books up off the hold shelf.

I love you, Andy, but sometimes you’re the biggest nerd on the planet.

I love you, too, Trish, he responded, shoving his phone into his pocket and heading into the library for his cookbooks. Then, dinner.

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*Mă duc în iad = I'm going to hell. LOL
sharpiesgal
Sep. 3rd, 2019 05:59 pm (UTC)
Only Andy would feel guilty for a non-date.

Now, I know more Romanian...lol
asphaltcowgrrl
Sep. 3rd, 2019 06:11 pm (UTC)
I know, right? But in context, he knows this guy is interested so that's where a lot of this guilt comes from.

Hah. Cu plăcere. (You're welcome.)
sharpiesgal
Sep. 3rd, 2019 06:33 pm (UTC)
I sense drama at some point...lol

(Merci)
asphaltcowgrrl
Sep. 3rd, 2019 06:45 pm (UTC)
Oh, there will be drama. I have a great idea to make Zayne and James both flip their lids. HAHAHA.

(Anytime... and interestingly enough, one way to say 'thank you' in Romanian is mersi mult.)
sharpiesgal
Sep. 3rd, 2019 06:48 pm (UTC)
Is this the fic where Andy turfs their asses?
asphaltcowgrrl
Sep. 3rd, 2019 07:04 pm (UTC)
Maybe? I'm not exactly sure what you mean, but I think the answer is yes. LOL
haldoor
Sep. 4th, 2019 09:17 am (UTC)
Of course I'm way behind on the Jazzy, but this reads well! Drama-rama to follow! And nicely done with the prompt!
asphaltcowgrrl
Sep. 4th, 2019 06:08 pm (UTC)
It's all good - I've not started to post any of this yet anyway. :) And thanks!
helsinkibaby
Sep. 3rd, 2019 08:36 pm (UTC)
The Mentalist , Cho/Vega
(Set in a season 8 The Mentalist world where in glorious denial of canon, Vega survived and her crush on Cho was requited.)


“Constantly looking at the phone won’t make it ring more quickly, you know.”

Michelle’s amused voice broke through Cho’s thoughts and he grimaced as he laid his cell phone screen down on his thigh, stretching a little as the effects of sitting in the car for so long began to take their toll. “Sorry,” he said, turning his attention back to the house across the street, looking out for any sign of its occupant, a person of interest in their current case.

He intended to leave it there, but Michelle had other thoughts on the matter. “No news is good news,” she said and Cho frowned, shook his head.

“That phrase is stupid,” he said. Someone else might have taken offence at that; Michelle just leaned back in her seat and rolled her eyes. “Good news is good news, no news is no news, they’re not the same.” He flipped the phone over, saw the screen still black. “How long are these things supposed to take anyway?”

“Every baby is different, and first babies take longer.” It wasn’t the first time Michelle had said that. It wasn’t even the first time that day. Cho was suddenly very glad that when Grace Van Pelt had been pregnant, he hadn’t been anywhere near Rigsby. “They come when they’re ready.”

“Still. Jane called us hours ago,” Cho objected and Michelle tilted her head, narrowing her eyes, able to see through him like she always did.

“You’re not impatient. You’re really concerned.” She sounded surprised and Cho glanced over at her, shrugged one shoulder but didn’t otherwise speak. “Kimball, women have babies every day. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“I know.” But that didn’t help.

“But it’s Lisbon.” Michelle’s gaze was shrewd and he ducked his head, acknowledging the point.

“Yeah,” he breathed. Then he blinked, surprised, when she laid her hand on his knee.

“You’re very sweet.”

Cho shifted in his seat, even as he closed his hand over hers, indulging in a rare personal moment in a professional setting. “Don’t tell anyone.”

She squeezed his knee, chuckling. “Your secret is safe with me.”
haldoor
Sep. 4th, 2019 09:22 am (UTC)
Re: The Mentalist , Cho/Vega
I don't really know the fandom, but you've used the prompt very well! ;-)
asphaltcowgrrl
Sep. 5th, 2019 07:04 pm (UTC)
Re: The Mentalist , Cho/Vega
I must be in denial as well because I forgot about that. :/

Cho didn't get enough love. He was one of my favorites. :) Great job!
helsinkibaby
Sep. 5th, 2019 09:04 pm (UTC)
Re: The Mentalist , Cho/Vega
I’d forgotten how much I loved him. And I am having fun remembering!!
asphaltcowgrrl
Sep. 5th, 2019 09:30 pm (UTC)
Re: The Mentalist , Cho/Vega
Now I need to see if I can find it somewhere here. *sigh*

I loved how serious he always was but could surprise you by being funny when you least expected it. Enjoy your rewatch!
helsinkibaby
Sep. 6th, 2019 07:55 am (UTC)
Re: The Mentalist , Cho/Vega
I don’t get to see them every night or all of every episode but last nights season one ep was “Crimson Casanova” - the dinner dishes remained on the table until it was finished and I did not care!

That was always my favourite thing about Cho too - the deadpan one liners were hilarious. *points at icon*
asphaltcowgrrl
Sep. 6th, 2019 03:42 pm (UTC)
Re: The Mentalist , Cho/Vega
Gotcha. And yes, sometimes dishes have to wait! LOL

Agreed. That's one of my favorite types of characters, honestly.
helsinkibaby
Sep. 6th, 2019 03:46 pm (UTC)
Re: The Mentalist , Cho/Vega
I tend to go for the snarky sidekicks so Cho fits on both counts!
asphaltcowgrrl
Sep. 6th, 2019 06:02 pm (UTC)
Re: The Mentalist , Cho/Vega
Yes, I love them, too!
sharpiesgal
Sep. 4th, 2019 02:40 am (UTC)
Fill: Original fic Jimmy Bogart/Desmond Richard
No news was good news, was a phrase Jimmy had heard all his life. He never believed it, since it made no logical sense to him.

"What the hell is taking so long?" he asked his best friend as Cat sat beside him in the nearly empty waiting room. "The police said he laid his bike down to keep from hitting somebody's kid who was chasing after his dog."

"Desmond was unconscious when they brought him in, so they couldn't ask him any questions," Cat told him hoping to sound reassuring.

"I know," Jimmy grumbled. "I just hate waiting."

"He's gonna be alright. He's too much of a stubborn bastard to die just yet."

"Boy, ain't that the truth," Jimmy said with a huff of soft laughter.

"The family of Desmond Richard," announced a nurse in green scrubs.

"Over here," Jimmy quietly replied with a raised hand to get the nurse's attention.

"Mr. Richard is in stable condition. He has some scrapes and bruises, but otherwise is fine," the nurse reported. "The doctor wants to keep him over night for observation, because while he did bump his head, his helmet kept it from being worse than a mild concussion. He should be awake, so you can go back and see him."

"Thank you," Jimmy said with a grateful voice.

*&*

"You've got to quit giving heart failure, Des," Jimmy remarked as he settled in the chair next to Desmond's bed.

"And me gray hairs," Cat added to keep some humor in the conversation.

"Believe me that wasn't my intention," Desmond softly responded. "But I couldn't hit that kid or his dog."

Jimmy caught hold of Desmond's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I know."

"I just want to sleep," Desmond murmured.

"Go ahead," Jimmy told him. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"I love you," Desmond sighed and fell asleep.

"Love you more," Jimmy whispered.

"I'll be back to get you guys in the morning," Cat said giving Jimmy's shoulder a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "Try and get some sleep, will ya "

"Thanks, Cat," Jimmy told her. "We'll see you in the morning."

Cat brushed a kiss against his forehead and then left.

Jimmy pulled his chair closer to the bed so he could rest his head on Desmond's lap without getting a crick in his neck and fall asleep content to still have his lover in his life.


Edited at 2019-09-04 02:44 am (UTC)
haldoor
Sep. 4th, 2019 09:24 am (UTC)
Re: Fill: Original fic Jimmy Bogart/Desmond Richard
Ouch! Poor Desmond. Nice use of the prompt! ;-)
sharpiesgal
Sep. 4th, 2019 11:53 am (UTC)
RE: Re: Fill: Original fic Jimmy Bogart/Desmond Richard
Yeah. Des is a bit of a walking accident.

Thanks.
kaige68
Sep. 4th, 2019 06:15 pm (UTC)
RE: Fill: Original fic Jimmy Bogart/Desmond Richard
Nice work!
sharpiesgal
Sep. 5th, 2019 02:05 am (UTC)
RE: Fill: Original fic Jimmy Bogart/Desmond Richard
Thanks.
asphaltcowgrrl
Sep. 5th, 2019 07:06 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: Original fic Jimmy Bogart/Desmond Richard
No news while in a waiting room is f*cking torture. LOL Great fic though. :)
sharpiesgal
Sep. 5th, 2019 09:36 pm (UTC)
RE: Re: Fill: Original fic Jimmy Bogart/Desmond Richard
Yes, it is. I had to hurt Des a little bit, but not enough tobturn Jimmy into a basket case.

Thanks.
asphaltcowgrrl
Sep. 6th, 2019 08:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: Original fic Jimmy Bogart/Desmond Richard
It's a fine line I like to walk as often as I can. :)
agdhani
Sep. 8th, 2019 07:00 pm (UTC)
She did not intend to ever marry again.

She refused to ask ‘why me’. Life happened. Shit happened. The world went on. There were children and family who needed her, and she’d be damned if Carl, or any man, was going to get the better of her.

But despite the next selection of forms, despite Matthew’s insistence that no news was good news…that it meant Carl was not causing further fuss or delays in the proceedings, there was still waiting to do. Today’s waiting was next to be filled by theatre business that needed taking care of as the fiscal year came to a close, grabbing a bit to eat, then heading home to the children and a shower she felt desperately in need of.
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