They probably would have stopped sooner, but the planning was actually just about as entertaining as idea of actually succeeding. So they kept going and by the end of the week, they were already at Plan O. It was probably sad just how quickly they were going through plans here, but then again, this was Desmond and Shaun. Of course they were going to be difficult!
Plan P though… Plan P had been bad. Both of them had agreed on the plan; after all, if nothing else, it’d be interesting to see their reactions. Rebecca had been up first and it had been her job to confront Shaun. She had let her imagination fly as she spoke to him of what sort of activities she “thought” Desmond and Lucy were getting up to while “training,” and she had a hell of an imagination. They’d been going for jealousy. She hadn’t expected Shaun to kind of slump down on himself as he stared at his computer screen or the hurt in his voice when he’d spoken.
“Screw you, Rebecca.”
Surprised, she’d cocked her head. Apparently, Shaun had seen her confusion through the reflection on his screen, because he’d spun around in his chair, eyes hurt and kind of angry behind his glasses. “You know, I don’t get you. You or Lucy for that matter. You spend the last several days pulling these insanely childish stunts like you’re trying to get me and Desmond together and now you’re just going to turn around and rub in the fact that he likes Lucy? That the two of them would be good together? You know, bring more little assassin babies into the order. I wouldn’t have guessed you to be the type that would play with someone’s emotions like that. Or are you just oblivious to the fact that - surprise, surprise! - I am, contrary to popular belief, human and actually do have emotions?” Then, with a mutter about getting some air, the British man had walked out, leaving a stunned Rebecca behind.
That had marked the switch from Operation: Let’s See If We Can Get Shaun and Desmond To Make Out So We Have Something To Watch to Operation: Find Out If Desmond Likes Shaun and Get Them Together If He Does. For Phase 1, they opted for bluntness.
It wasn’t hard for the two of them to corner Desmond as he was coming back from one of his midnight runs around the city. Since the horrible failure that was Plan P, Shaun had taken to sleeping in the hallway leading up the secret entrance to their underground safe house, away from the rest of them. While it made them feel worse, tonight it was a blessing, because it was just about the only shot they’d have of talking to Desmond out of Shaun’s earshot.
“Do you like guys?”
“Wha… I don’t- WHY… What the hell, Rebecca?”
“What Rebecca is TRYING to ask is whether or not you’ve ever… You know… been interested in a… sexual relationship with a guy…”
“Oh sure, Luce, ‘cause that was SO much better than how I said it.” Rebecca turned her attention back to Desmond, who was staring at them, dark eyes wide and hanging partially open in shock. “So, Des, what about it?”
The young man just looked steam-rolled. “Was… Is this the reason you two have been acting so WEIRD the last couple of days? Because you think I’m… gay?”
“Of course not!” Lucy assured him. “We just-”
“Why do you ask?” Rebecca interrupted. “You’re not, like, homophobic, are you?”
“No. I’m bi, why would I be… Okay, why are you smiling at me like that?”
“No reason! Thanks! Night, Des!”
“Wait, why-? Okay… Whatever. Night you two.”
Phase 1: Find Out If Desmond Is Interested In Guys - Success.
Re: Matchmaker - Part 2
Plan P though… Plan P had been bad. Both of them had agreed on the plan; after all, if nothing else, it’d be interesting to see their reactions. Rebecca had been up first and it had been her job to confront Shaun. She had let her imagination fly as she spoke to him of what sort of activities she “thought” Desmond and Lucy were getting up to while “training,” and she had a hell of an imagination. They’d been going for jealousy. She hadn’t expected Shaun to kind of slump down on himself as he stared at his computer screen or the hurt in his voice when he’d spoken.
“Screw you, Rebecca.”
Surprised, she’d cocked her head. Apparently, Shaun had seen her confusion through the reflection on his screen, because he’d spun around in his chair, eyes hurt and kind of angry behind his glasses. “You know, I don’t get you. You or Lucy for that matter. You spend the last several days pulling these insanely childish stunts like you’re trying to get me and Desmond together and now you’re just going to turn around and rub in the fact that he likes Lucy? That the two of them would be good together? You know, bring more little assassin babies into the order. I wouldn’t have guessed you to be the type that would play with someone’s emotions like that. Or are you just oblivious to the fact that - surprise, surprise! - I am, contrary to popular belief, human and actually do have emotions?” Then, with a mutter about getting some air, the British man had walked out, leaving a stunned Rebecca behind.
That had marked the switch from Operation: Let’s See If We Can Get Shaun and Desmond To Make Out So We Have Something To Watch to Operation: Find Out If Desmond Likes Shaun and Get Them Together If He Does. For Phase 1, they opted for bluntness.
It wasn’t hard for the two of them to corner Desmond as he was coming back from one of his midnight runs around the city. Since the horrible failure that was Plan P, Shaun had taken to sleeping in the hallway leading up the secret entrance to their underground safe house, away from the rest of them. While it made them feel worse, tonight it was a blessing, because it was just about the only shot they’d have of talking to Desmond out of Shaun’s earshot.
“Do you like guys?”
“Wha… I don’t- WHY… What the hell, Rebecca?”
“What Rebecca is TRYING to ask is whether or not you’ve ever… You know… been interested in a… sexual relationship with a guy…”
“Oh sure, Luce, ‘cause that was SO much better than how I said it.” Rebecca turned her attention back to Desmond, who was staring at them, dark eyes wide and hanging partially open in shock. “So, Des, what about it?”
The young man just looked steam-rolled. “Was… Is this the reason you two have been acting so WEIRD the last couple of days? Because you think I’m… gay?”
“Of course not!” Lucy assured him. “We just-”
“Why do you ask?” Rebecca interrupted. “You’re not, like, homophobic, are you?”
“No. I’m bi, why would I be… Okay, why are you smiling at me like that?”
“No reason! Thanks! Night, Des!”
“Wait, why-? Okay… Whatever. Night you two.”
Phase 1: Find Out If Desmond Is Interested In Guys - Success.