"I think we need to have a talk," Desmond says after they've finished dinner. A pretty bland pasta that Lucy doesn't have the courage to ask too much about, because bland is still edible and if she knows what Shaun threw into the sauce she just might find reason to reinspect it in the toilet.
"Hm?" Rebecca doesn't seem to mind the bland flavor, and has been steadily decimating more than her fair share of the food. No one has tried to stop her and risk having to eat leftovers later. Not even Shaun who had been prickly about the taste earlier.
"Yes, talk," Shaun dries his hands off and steps away from the bucket they've set up because the sink in this safehouse is plugged with something that looks like cement. He adjusts his glasses and Lucy doesn't realize they're being caged in until the men have taken up position by the only entrance into the kitchen. They stand on either side of the door, arms crossed over their chests (a much more impressive thing on Desmond, though Shaun's got a decent glare going that makes up for his smaller build) as they stare them down.
"Ok," Lucy places her fork down, and exchanges a glance with Rebecca who shrugs as clueless as Lucy. Lucy checks the room for weapons, and decides to go for Shaun first should she need to. She doesn't think it will get to that, but the checks are automatic for her. "About what?"
"We're concerned," Desmond says and uncrosses his arms to dig into the pocket of his hoodie. "About the two of you. You're our colleagues and friends."
"Not by choice per se, and I'm more upset than concerned," Shaun cuts in as Desmond trails off. "But the sentiment is basically the same."
"Are those index cards?" Rebecca says incredulously, and Lucy looks over to see that Desmond does in fact have a few bent note cards that are filled with his unreadable handwriting. He's squinting at them and doesn't bother to acknowledge Rebecca's question. Not even the follow up one that rings through the room with her voice. "Oh, god, is this an intervention?"
"No?" Desmond looks over the cards intently and doesn't look either of them in the eye.
"Yes," Shaun contradicts before swiping the cards from Desmond. He glances at them before shaking his head and tossing them towards the box they're using for trash. They flutter uselessly to the ground a few feet away from it. "Yes it is. You two have a problem and it's starting to effect us all. He," Shaun jerks a thumb to Desmond, "is 'concerned'. I, on the other hand, am getting tired of it all."
Lucy has a feeling she knows where this is going, and she's torn between laughing and wanting to bang her head on the table.
"Is this about the whiskey?" Rebecca asks with a snarl, hunching over her plate like it's the whiskey and she has to protect it.
"What whiskey?" Lucy hisses because she's told them they can't have any. A little bottle or one can is fine, but the danger of being drunk is to great to risk more than that.
"You have whiskey?" Desmond says nearly over Lucy's words, but he sounds more betrayed than anything else.
"Like you don't have some tequila in that flask you carry in your bag!" Rebecca snaps back, eyes shifty and obviously looking to pass the blame. Desmond flinches enough under the accusation that Lucy knows she's going to be going through his things as well as Rebecca's later.
"Moving along," Shaun clears his throat loudly. Breaking up the three-way stare off that's threatening to suck all the air out of the room. "No, this is about the little extracurricular activities the two of you get up to after our dive missions are over. That thing that has the two of you giggling like loons for hours on end."
"Oh, that," Rebecca snorts and shrugs. Turning back to the last dregs of her dinner.
"Yes, that!" Shaun snaps. Upset at Rebecca's casual disregard of the matter that Lucy was right about. It doesn't help her decide if she wants to laugh or reach for some preemptive aspirin though. "Did you think I wouldn't notice what you were doing?"
"Shaun," Desmond starts but gets cut off by Rebecca who surges to her feet. Eyes blazing with glee and feigned outrage. Lucy sighs and props her head in one hand to watch the show.
"Notice what Hastings?" Rebecca's grin shows off several sharp teeth as she squares off with Shaun for something that has turned into yet another of their frequent fights. "What is it that you've noticed? Go on. Say it. Out loud. Say it!"
"Mommy porn!" Shaun spits out with a snarl and anger that makes Lucy choke on a laugh. Desmond slumps against the wall next to the door and snickers into a fist. "Damn you! Quote that awful pile of sparkly shit again and I'll shave off your eyebrows in your sleep."
"You're the one who recognized the source material," Rebecca taunts with a smug smile. "And so what if we write out porn? You can't tell me you don't pull up some videos at the end of the night to watch. I had laundry duty last time, I know what you get up to."
"That, that is different," Shaun protests and swings a nasty glare at Desmond whose snickers are growing louder. "Look, I'm not objecting to whatever gets you off at the end of the day. What I am," Shaun's voice rises as Rebecca scoffs and starts to say something, "What I am objecting to is your blatant disregard to my very being by using me in this mommy porn that you share with the world at large!" Shaun throws his hand out towards where the van is parked in an enclosed garage. The building too small and temporary to set up a room. He takes a deep breath and he's calm again as he says, offhandedly, "Oh, and Desmond too."
"Thanks," Desmond drawls and Lucy can hear the implied asshole under it.
"Look," Lucy says and is proud of herself when her face doesn't heat up under the very shrewd gazes of her team. The embarrassment is eating its way through her slowly, but she's not going to show it. "If it bothers you that much we'll stop," Rebecca makes a protesting noise but Lucy ignores her for the moment. Sure, it'd been fun. Writing the stories with Shaun and Desmond after a long day of working. It'd been funny at first using their names and likeness. Using the events and arguments of the day to build up a short story --or a longer epic depending on their mood-- and put it up online for others to read. The response and reviews have been gratifying, but ultimately secondary to the fun Lucy's had working through problems and tension in a fantasy world where three simple words can fix everything in the world.
Lucy rises to her feet and raises an eyebrow at the men who are looking at her. Shaun with suspicion and Desmond with a calm acceptance. "It was just a bit of fun. There's plenty of other things we can do."
"Oh, come on!" Rebecca cries out but Lucy doesn't look at her.
Shaun's not buying it, but Lucy pays him no attention as she pushes through them. Rebecca close on her heels with protests ready. Lucy shakes her head sharply and starts walking faster. Putting some distance between them and the kitchen. She doesn't speak again until she's sure they're out of hearing range, and even then she keeps her voice very low. "We can always change the names, and description. Stop posting here Shaun knows we post. Get a new handle. It's fine, we're not working on anything that's unfinished right now."
Rebecca grins. Sly and pleased and Lucy mirrors it. Sure, it'd started out as a sort of joke, but the longer it went on the more addicting it got. Stopping is the absolute last thing on her mind.
[Misfire Fill] Addiction
"Hm?" Rebecca doesn't seem to mind the bland flavor, and has been steadily decimating more than her fair share of the food. No one has tried to stop her and risk having to eat leftovers later. Not even Shaun who had been prickly about the taste earlier.
"Yes, talk," Shaun dries his hands off and steps away from the bucket they've set up because the sink in this safehouse is plugged with something that looks like cement. He adjusts his glasses and Lucy doesn't realize they're being caged in until the men have taken up position by the only entrance into the kitchen. They stand on either side of the door, arms crossed over their chests (a much more impressive thing on Desmond, though Shaun's got a decent glare going that makes up for his smaller build) as they stare them down.
"Ok," Lucy places her fork down, and exchanges a glance with Rebecca who shrugs as clueless as Lucy. Lucy checks the room for weapons, and decides to go for Shaun first should she need to. She doesn't think it will get to that, but the checks are automatic for her. "About what?"
"We're concerned," Desmond says and uncrosses his arms to dig into the pocket of his hoodie. "About the two of you. You're our colleagues and friends."
"Not by choice per se, and I'm more upset than concerned," Shaun cuts in as Desmond trails off. "But the sentiment is basically the same."
"Are those index cards?" Rebecca says incredulously, and Lucy looks over to see that Desmond does in fact have a few bent note cards that are filled with his unreadable handwriting. He's squinting at them and doesn't bother to acknowledge Rebecca's question. Not even the follow up one that rings through the room with her voice. "Oh, god, is this an intervention?"
"No?" Desmond looks over the cards intently and doesn't look either of them in the eye.
"Yes," Shaun contradicts before swiping the cards from Desmond. He glances at them before shaking his head and tossing them towards the box they're using for trash. They flutter uselessly to the ground a few feet away from it. "Yes it is. You two have a problem and it's starting to effect us all. He," Shaun jerks a thumb to Desmond, "is 'concerned'. I, on the other hand, am getting tired of it all."
Lucy has a feeling she knows where this is going, and she's torn between laughing and wanting to bang her head on the table.
"Is this about the whiskey?" Rebecca asks with a snarl, hunching over her plate like it's the whiskey and she has to protect it.
"What whiskey?" Lucy hisses because she's told them they can't have any. A little bottle or one can is fine, but the danger of being drunk is to great to risk more than that.
"You have whiskey?" Desmond says nearly over Lucy's words, but he sounds more betrayed than anything else.
"Like you don't have some tequila in that flask you carry in your bag!" Rebecca snaps back, eyes shifty and obviously looking to pass the blame. Desmond flinches enough under the accusation that Lucy knows she's going to be going through his things as well as Rebecca's later.
"Moving along," Shaun clears his throat loudly. Breaking up the three-way stare off that's threatening to suck all the air out of the room. "No, this is about the little extracurricular activities the two of you get up to after our dive missions are over. That thing that has the two of you giggling like loons for hours on end."
"Oh, that," Rebecca snorts and shrugs. Turning back to the last dregs of her dinner.
"Yes, that!" Shaun snaps. Upset at Rebecca's casual disregard of the matter that Lucy was right about. It doesn't help her decide if she wants to laugh or reach for some preemptive aspirin though. "Did you think I wouldn't notice what you were doing?"
"Shaun," Desmond starts but gets cut off by Rebecca who surges to her feet. Eyes blazing with glee and feigned outrage. Lucy sighs and props her head in one hand to watch the show.
"Notice what Hastings?" Rebecca's grin shows off several sharp teeth as she squares off with Shaun for something that has turned into yet another of their frequent fights. "What is it that you've noticed? Go on. Say it. Out loud. Say it!"
"Mommy porn!" Shaun spits out with a snarl and anger that makes Lucy choke on a laugh. Desmond slumps against the wall next to the door and snickers into a fist. "Damn you! Quote that awful pile of sparkly shit again and I'll shave off your eyebrows in your sleep."
"You're the one who recognized the source material," Rebecca taunts with a smug smile. "And so what if we write out porn? You can't tell me you don't pull up some videos at the end of the night to watch. I had laundry duty last time, I know what you get up to."
"That, that is different," Shaun protests and swings a nasty glare at Desmond whose snickers are growing louder. "Look, I'm not objecting to whatever gets you off at the end of the day. What I am," Shaun's voice rises as Rebecca scoffs and starts to say something, "What I am objecting to is your blatant disregard to my very being by using me in this mommy porn that you share with the world at large!" Shaun throws his hand out towards where the van is parked in an enclosed garage. The building too small and temporary to set up a room. He takes a deep breath and he's calm again as he says, offhandedly, "Oh, and Desmond too."
"Thanks," Desmond drawls and Lucy can hear the implied asshole under it.
"Look," Lucy says and is proud of herself when her face doesn't heat up under the very shrewd gazes of her team. The embarrassment is eating its way through her slowly, but she's not going to show it. "If it bothers you that much we'll stop," Rebecca makes a protesting noise but Lucy ignores her for the moment. Sure, it'd been fun. Writing the stories with Shaun and Desmond after a long day of working. It'd been funny at first using their names and likeness. Using the events and arguments of the day to build up a short story --or a longer epic depending on their mood-- and put it up online for others to read. The response and reviews have been gratifying, but ultimately secondary to the fun Lucy's had working through problems and tension in a fantasy world where three simple words can fix everything in the world.
Lucy rises to her feet and raises an eyebrow at the men who are looking at her. Shaun with suspicion and Desmond with a calm acceptance. "It was just a bit of fun. There's plenty of other things we can do."
"Oh, come on!" Rebecca cries out but Lucy doesn't look at her.
Shaun's not buying it, but Lucy pays him no attention as she pushes through them. Rebecca close on her heels with protests ready. Lucy shakes her head sharply and starts walking faster. Putting some distance between them and the kitchen. She doesn't speak again until she's sure they're out of hearing range, and even then she keeps her voice very low. "We can always change the names, and description. Stop posting here Shaun knows we post. Get a new handle. It's fine, we're not working on anything that's unfinished right now."
Rebecca grins. Sly and pleased and Lucy mirrors it. Sure, it'd started out as a sort of joke, but the longer it went on the more addicting it got. Stopping is the absolute last thing on her mind.