#104 - Watching the Clock Fic for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Jul. 1st, 2010 11:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
open_flameCharacters: Liz Sherman-Harkness, Samantha Myers, Trevor Harkness
Fandom: Hellboy/Torchwood Crossover
Setting: Bump in the Night
Rating: PG
Word Count: 800
Prompt: Watching the Clock
AN: Figure the mission in questions is the one Kitty and John are killed on, if we take it that direction. I can see ficlets and RP sequels galore from everyone :D
“What time is it now?” Sam’s soft voice distracted me from the paperwork I was poring over. “4:53 honey.” I say not taking my eyes away from the files. The president was NOT happy about those cat things in the Catskills, and it put me in an awful mood. I couldn’t say no to John and Kitty, though. Sure their daughter was more than capable of taking care of herself, but the idea of her spending a week alone was enough to make Kitty panic.
“What about now?” Sam asks as she finished the last of her soda, the gently crinkle of the can in her hands almost like a song. “4:57.” I say with a forced smile. “Why don’t you go play video games or something?” I offer hoping for a moments peace. She’d been sitting on that stool since she got home from school, saying she’d finished all her homework except her European history. It was adorable as she asked me if I thought the more bookish of my son’s would be able to help her with the assignment. She could have asked Abe, or even used the library at BPRD. I knew exactly what she was doing, even if she didn’t.
“I’m fine.” She says all while crunching the can. I resist the urge to grumble ‘keep it down’ to her when I hear the telltale sound of Trevor’s SUV pulling into the garage. He drives just like his father; too damn fast and too damn loud.
“Look who’s home.” I smile softly at Sam as she suddenly tenses like a deer in headlights. “He can help you with your homework before dinner, I’ll bet.” I say to her before I meet my son’s eyes. He looks exhausted and overstressed, that little vain in his neck throbbing the way his father’s does when he’s overworked. Now would be an awful time to put anything else one him. He worries to much. He’s already got a scholarship to any collage he wants, and he’s not even a senior yet. Why he’s sweating a little class entrance exam is beyond me.
Samantha steps in front of my son before he can even get his school bag off his shoulder. He forces a polite smile as she starts chattering on about her homework and how smart he is and if he could please help her. She gets that dreamy eyes look in her eyes that everyone gets if they get to close to either of my and Jack’s sons. Damn pheromones.
“Sam, slow down!” Trevor holds up his hands and sighs. “I don’t have time to help you. I have important things to get done.” He shakes his head; not realizing what he’s saying is doing to her until it’s to late. Harkness men have a very bad habit of not realizing what an innocent brush off will do to whomever is directing romantic attention to them until the damage is done. “Ask… Uncle Abe?” He says as his face twists up in a confused grimace. “Sammie?” He ventures softly as I look at the ceiling, preparing for the inevitable tears that will come from her any second.
“I’m not IMPORTANT!?!” She shouts as if she’s allowed to be this upset. “Don’t you care that I do well, or are you too busy getting ready for a date with the captain of the cheerleading team?” Sam glares at Trevor as his jaw drops. “I’m…not seeing her anymore.” He sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “I have AP Physics testing in the morning. I need to study.” His eyes meet mine as I focus on the papers in front of me, not wanting to be a part of this. I don’t know what I’d say to him anyway. Jack explained the pheromones to them with the whole sex talk but the way people will react to them is not the type of thing that’s easily explained. Thomas seems to have figured it out, but Trevor was always more shy than his brother. Guess its going to bite him in the ass now.
Sam’s anger is forgotten for a moment, until Trevor goes on. “Besides, there’s Brittany, from the gymnastics team. And…the pitcher from the baseball team invited me to a party at his place on Sunday but…I donno if either of them are…yeah.” He stumbles over his words much like I used to, and still sometimes do.
Sam’s lip quivers as she balls her hands in fists. Part of me expects her to throw a tantrum, but instead she grabs her history book of the counter and storms off to the guest room, slamming the door loudly enough that the pictures on the wall shake.
Trevor watches her storm off, wincing at the slammed door. “What the…hell?” He looks at me confused as I try not to roll my eyes. Men are SO dense sometimes.
Fandom: Hellboy/Torchwood Crossover
Setting: Bump in the Night
Rating: PG
Word Count: 800
Prompt: Watching the Clock
AN: Figure the mission in questions is the one Kitty and John are killed on, if we take it that direction. I can see ficlets and RP sequels galore from everyone :D
“What time is it now?” Sam’s soft voice distracted me from the paperwork I was poring over. “4:53 honey.” I say not taking my eyes away from the files. The president was NOT happy about those cat things in the Catskills, and it put me in an awful mood. I couldn’t say no to John and Kitty, though. Sure their daughter was more than capable of taking care of herself, but the idea of her spending a week alone was enough to make Kitty panic.
“What about now?” Sam asks as she finished the last of her soda, the gently crinkle of the can in her hands almost like a song. “4:57.” I say with a forced smile. “Why don’t you go play video games or something?” I offer hoping for a moments peace. She’d been sitting on that stool since she got home from school, saying she’d finished all her homework except her European history. It was adorable as she asked me if I thought the more bookish of my son’s would be able to help her with the assignment. She could have asked Abe, or even used the library at BPRD. I knew exactly what she was doing, even if she didn’t.
“I’m fine.” She says all while crunching the can. I resist the urge to grumble ‘keep it down’ to her when I hear the telltale sound of Trevor’s SUV pulling into the garage. He drives just like his father; too damn fast and too damn loud.
“Look who’s home.” I smile softly at Sam as she suddenly tenses like a deer in headlights. “He can help you with your homework before dinner, I’ll bet.” I say to her before I meet my son’s eyes. He looks exhausted and overstressed, that little vain in his neck throbbing the way his father’s does when he’s overworked. Now would be an awful time to put anything else one him. He worries to much. He’s already got a scholarship to any collage he wants, and he’s not even a senior yet. Why he’s sweating a little class entrance exam is beyond me.
Samantha steps in front of my son before he can even get his school bag off his shoulder. He forces a polite smile as she starts chattering on about her homework and how smart he is and if he could please help her. She gets that dreamy eyes look in her eyes that everyone gets if they get to close to either of my and Jack’s sons. Damn pheromones.
“Sam, slow down!” Trevor holds up his hands and sighs. “I don’t have time to help you. I have important things to get done.” He shakes his head; not realizing what he’s saying is doing to her until it’s to late. Harkness men have a very bad habit of not realizing what an innocent brush off will do to whomever is directing romantic attention to them until the damage is done. “Ask… Uncle Abe?” He says as his face twists up in a confused grimace. “Sammie?” He ventures softly as I look at the ceiling, preparing for the inevitable tears that will come from her any second.
“I’m not IMPORTANT!?!” She shouts as if she’s allowed to be this upset. “Don’t you care that I do well, or are you too busy getting ready for a date with the captain of the cheerleading team?” Sam glares at Trevor as his jaw drops. “I’m…not seeing her anymore.” He sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “I have AP Physics testing in the morning. I need to study.” His eyes meet mine as I focus on the papers in front of me, not wanting to be a part of this. I don’t know what I’d say to him anyway. Jack explained the pheromones to them with the whole sex talk but the way people will react to them is not the type of thing that’s easily explained. Thomas seems to have figured it out, but Trevor was always more shy than his brother. Guess its going to bite him in the ass now.
Sam’s anger is forgotten for a moment, until Trevor goes on. “Besides, there’s Brittany, from the gymnastics team. And…the pitcher from the baseball team invited me to a party at his place on Sunday but…I donno if either of them are…yeah.” He stumbles over his words much like I used to, and still sometimes do.
Sam’s lip quivers as she balls her hands in fists. Part of me expects her to throw a tantrum, but instead she grabs her history book of the counter and storms off to the guest room, slamming the door loudly enough that the pictures on the wall shake.
Trevor watches her storm off, wincing at the slammed door. “What the…hell?” He looks at me confused as I try not to roll my eyes. Men are SO dense sometimes.
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