Inside Ficlet: Undercover
Sep. 14th, 2007 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alianoraI wrote this drabble quite a while ago, in some poor innocent person's thread, which ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rinalin and i totally hijacked. oops!
but, am just now sharing.
also, if anyone wants to help me figure out what the heck the next flashback in Wingtip should be, hollar, because i am STUCK.
Title: Undercover
Author: alianora
Rating: PG
Web sat, arms crossed, looking remarkably unamused for someone who was normally the definition of "stern" and "unyielding."
He slowed drummed his fingers against his arm. One at a time, like hammers falling.
He waited.
And waited.
Finally, when his hairstyle came very close to becoming a casualty to the chaos, he spoke. "ENOUGH."
Mel froze mid throw, a paper airplane (a very detailed number that she had been creating during Paul's case pitch) perched for flight in her hand.
Paul sat down with dignity, wiping a spit ball off of his face.
Danny carefully placed Rebecca back onto her chair from when he had grabbed her after she threatened him with a noogie.
Rebecca cleared her throat. She smoothed her pant suit carefully, ignoring the paint smear on her knee that looked like it might have said, "Go Cougars!" at some point. "And that..is how I could go undercover in a high school."
END
rinalin and i totally hijacked. oops!but, am just now sharing.
also, if anyone wants to help me figure out what the heck the next flashback in Wingtip should be, hollar, because i am STUCK.
Title: Undercover
Author: alianora
Rating: PG
Web sat, arms crossed, looking remarkably unamused for someone who was normally the definition of "stern" and "unyielding."
He slowed drummed his fingers against his arm. One at a time, like hammers falling.
He waited.
And waited.
Finally, when his hairstyle came very close to becoming a casualty to the chaos, he spoke. "ENOUGH."
Mel froze mid throw, a paper airplane (a very detailed number that she had been creating during Paul's case pitch) perched for flight in her hand.
Paul sat down with dignity, wiping a spit ball off of his face.
Danny carefully placed Rebecca back onto her chair from when he had grabbed her after she threatened him with a noogie.
Rebecca cleared her throat. She smoothed her pant suit carefully, ignoring the paint smear on her knee that looked like it might have said, "Go Cougars!" at some point. "And that..is how I could go undercover in a high school."
END
