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Title: Currently Untitled
Author: LadyOfScorel
Word Count: 858
Prompt(s): Written for Cotton Candy Bingo Prompt: Meal
Notes: Original Work. Same world as Questions That Must Be Asked – Carson is Jen from that.
Summary: A meal started by the news that one of their number hasn’t eaten for a while.
Tim walked into the hotel suite he’d been sharing with most of his team – Carson had been called out just before they’d been assigned this mission. It was therefore with some surprise that he blinked at the girl sat cross-legged on the counter of the ‘kitchen’ area. (It was basically a mini-bar, a counter, a kettle and a couple of cupboards for cups and glasses).
“What the hell are you doing here, Carson?” he asked as she watched the kettle boil. “Thought you were somewhere in Africa.”
She glanced over at him absently, “Finished up early, Hades told me to come catch you guys up.”
Tim frowned. She looked spaced, dazed somehow, and though Tim was no medic, he found himself trying to find evidence of some injury. The kettle clicked off, the sound echoing in the silent room. Carson didn’t react for a long moment, and Tim was about to go and pour the boiling water into the mug beside her before she shook herself and did it herself, stirring did so, apparently fascinated by the swirling liquid.
“You alright?” Tim asked, concern colouring his words. Carson was normally completely focused, and traced any movement in the world unerringly from the corner of her eyes, to have her not doing that was more unnerving that having her do it.
“Fine,” she mumbled, lifting the mug and inhaling the steam, her eyes drifting closed, before snapping open again. “The others are coming back. Has Jacques got new heels?”
Tim tilted his head, hearing the footsteps, and the sounds of the two other girls on the team babbling at each other in French. Behind them, Mikey was doubtless trailing, carrying whatever shopping bags they’d forced on him, his laptop bag over one shoulder.
The door lock clicked open and Lainey pushed into the room, her voice still excited, right behind her Jacques was gesturing wildly, and as predicted, Mikey was bringing up the rear laden down with bags.
“What made me thinking bringing you two to Milan was a good idea?” Tim asked, shaking his head.
“Ah, cher,” Jacques smile was wide. “You knew we were going to shop. We warned you it would ‘appen. Besides, it is not as though…Jennifer!”
(Despite Carson’s repeated insistences on ‘Jay’, Jacques refused to be swayed from calling the younger woman ‘Jennifer’).
“We were not expecting you!”
“Hades,” was all Carson said, now sipping on what had to be still boiling liquid.
“You’re going to hurt yourself, Jay,” Tim noted wearily.
“Seriously? Seriously?!” Carson looked up from the mug. “I’ve drunk hotter.”
“What are you drinking anyway?” Lainey shimmied forward and picked up the packet on the table. “Okay, ew! How can you drink this?!”
“Lain, I haven’t managed to eat in a week. Forgive me for drinking the Italian own brand cup-a-soup.”
Jacques frowned. “Alright. We are ordering chicken broth from room service, and then you are going to bed.”
Carson blinked at her, and Mikey had set the bags down, fished out his laptop and was already tapping away on it.
“Off the counter,” Jacques moved forward and shooed Carson off the counter and towards the long couches. “If you are going to pass out cherie, you are doing it closer to the floor.”
Tim took a great delight in the confusion on Carson’s face as she allowed herself to be herded onto the couch as Lainey put in a very precise order to room service. She came up beside Tim who lifted an eyebrow at her.
“Hey,” she shrugged carelessly. “Pop didn’t always manage to put enough food on the table. I know what won’t upset a stomach that hasn’t had food in it for a while.” She paused and nudged him with a hip, a smile on her lips. “Don’t look at me like that, Pop starved himself to feed me, I know what’ll sit on Jay’s stomach because I remember having to get Pop that kinda thing.”
Tim held up his hands. “He sounds like a good man.”
Lainey just rolled her eyes and let Jacques know that room service would be up shortly. Carson looked utterly confused by the team buzzing around her – almost like this was the first time anyone had bothered to actually look after her. Tim laughed as she swotted at Jacques when the older woman attempted to check her temperature – managing to fend her off quite well.
There was a knock at the door and Lainey went and tipped the waiter who brought in what looked like enough food for everyone. Tim and Mikey helped her get it all laid out on the table, and watched as Jacques and Carson had a silent argument before Carson relinquished her hold on the cup-a-soup and accepted the bowl of broth that Jacques was forcing into her hand. The others took the various other seats around the room and dug into the rest of the food. Tim was starting to think that maybe this entire crazy experiment by the higher-ups just might work.
(If nothing else, this particular event gave some insight into how the hell Carson ate half the things she did, without even blinking).
Author: LadyOfScorel
Word Count: 858
Prompt(s): Written for Cotton Candy Bingo Prompt: Meal
Notes: Original Work. Same world as Questions That Must Be Asked – Carson is Jen from that.
Summary: A meal started by the news that one of their number hasn’t eaten for a while.
Tim walked into the hotel suite he’d been sharing with most of his team – Carson had been called out just before they’d been assigned this mission. It was therefore with some surprise that he blinked at the girl sat cross-legged on the counter of the ‘kitchen’ area. (It was basically a mini-bar, a counter, a kettle and a couple of cupboards for cups and glasses).
“What the hell are you doing here, Carson?” he asked as she watched the kettle boil. “Thought you were somewhere in Africa.”
She glanced over at him absently, “Finished up early, Hades told me to come catch you guys up.”
Tim frowned. She looked spaced, dazed somehow, and though Tim was no medic, he found himself trying to find evidence of some injury. The kettle clicked off, the sound echoing in the silent room. Carson didn’t react for a long moment, and Tim was about to go and pour the boiling water into the mug beside her before she shook herself and did it herself, stirring did so, apparently fascinated by the swirling liquid.
“You alright?” Tim asked, concern colouring his words. Carson was normally completely focused, and traced any movement in the world unerringly from the corner of her eyes, to have her not doing that was more unnerving that having her do it.
“Fine,” she mumbled, lifting the mug and inhaling the steam, her eyes drifting closed, before snapping open again. “The others are coming back. Has Jacques got new heels?”
Tim tilted his head, hearing the footsteps, and the sounds of the two other girls on the team babbling at each other in French. Behind them, Mikey was doubtless trailing, carrying whatever shopping bags they’d forced on him, his laptop bag over one shoulder.
The door lock clicked open and Lainey pushed into the room, her voice still excited, right behind her Jacques was gesturing wildly, and as predicted, Mikey was bringing up the rear laden down with bags.
“What made me thinking bringing you two to Milan was a good idea?” Tim asked, shaking his head.
“Ah, cher,” Jacques smile was wide. “You knew we were going to shop. We warned you it would ‘appen. Besides, it is not as though…Jennifer!”
(Despite Carson’s repeated insistences on ‘Jay’, Jacques refused to be swayed from calling the younger woman ‘Jennifer’).
“We were not expecting you!”
“Hades,” was all Carson said, now sipping on what had to be still boiling liquid.
“You’re going to hurt yourself, Jay,” Tim noted wearily.
“Seriously? Seriously?!” Carson looked up from the mug. “I’ve drunk hotter.”
“What are you drinking anyway?” Lainey shimmied forward and picked up the packet on the table. “Okay, ew! How can you drink this?!”
“Lain, I haven’t managed to eat in a week. Forgive me for drinking the Italian own brand cup-a-soup.”
Jacques frowned. “Alright. We are ordering chicken broth from room service, and then you are going to bed.”
Carson blinked at her, and Mikey had set the bags down, fished out his laptop and was already tapping away on it.
“Off the counter,” Jacques moved forward and shooed Carson off the counter and towards the long couches. “If you are going to pass out cherie, you are doing it closer to the floor.”
Tim took a great delight in the confusion on Carson’s face as she allowed herself to be herded onto the couch as Lainey put in a very precise order to room service. She came up beside Tim who lifted an eyebrow at her.
“Hey,” she shrugged carelessly. “Pop didn’t always manage to put enough food on the table. I know what won’t upset a stomach that hasn’t had food in it for a while.” She paused and nudged him with a hip, a smile on her lips. “Don’t look at me like that, Pop starved himself to feed me, I know what’ll sit on Jay’s stomach because I remember having to get Pop that kinda thing.”
Tim held up his hands. “He sounds like a good man.”
Lainey just rolled her eyes and let Jacques know that room service would be up shortly. Carson looked utterly confused by the team buzzing around her – almost like this was the first time anyone had bothered to actually look after her. Tim laughed as she swotted at Jacques when the older woman attempted to check her temperature – managing to fend her off quite well.
There was a knock at the door and Lainey went and tipped the waiter who brought in what looked like enough food for everyone. Tim and Mikey helped her get it all laid out on the table, and watched as Jacques and Carson had a silent argument before Carson relinquished her hold on the cup-a-soup and accepted the bowl of broth that Jacques was forcing into her hand. The others took the various other seats around the room and dug into the rest of the food. Tim was starting to think that maybe this entire crazy experiment by the higher-ups just might work.
(If nothing else, this particular event gave some insight into how the hell Carson ate half the things she did, without even blinking).
