I Don't Use Blue Pen's
Summary: Duncan's eye/Pencil. Because the romance is just uncanny –drinks tea-
Duncan sat in the office, his hands folded together in his lap. This was the moment he had nightmares about, the moment he her again. Would she hurt him? Kill him? Who knew. She was capable of that much, maybe more.
She walked in, her lawyer right behind, their steps almost in synch it seemed. He chewed his lip as she gave him a dry stare. "How's Gwen doing?" Duncan growled, and Courtney smirked devilishly. "That bad, huh?"
"We aren't together anymore. Why don't you drop it?" He hissed, but Courtney's lawyer watched him with steely eyes. 'Anything you say can and WILL be used against you in the court of law'. Blah, blah, yadda, yadda, he heard it every day. He didn't need this lame ass preaching it to him.
Someone cleared their throat, and Duncan and Courtney looked to the man sitting at his desk. He licked his lips. "Are we ready to get started?" They both looked to each other once, and then back to the man, nodding their heads. "Good." He pushed the papers in front of Duncan. "You first."
Duncan had been waiting for this divorce for much too long, but now that it was here he realized how oddly sad the whole situation was. He sighed as he reached for the pen. He started to sign his name, but grunted. "Can I get a different color pen?" He scratched the back of his neck.
The attorney looked to Duncan. "What's wrong with that one?"
Duncan gave him a blank look. "It's blue… I don't like blue pens." I mean, who does? NO ONE. And this was a significant moment. He wanted it written in blood red.
He had no time to respond as Courtney said, "What about a pencil?" He looked to her, which was possibly one of the mistakes he'd made all day. As it soared through the air, it was oddly enough able to make contact with his pupil.
"HOLY SHIT!" Duncan yelled, causing people outside of the office to stare. He could really care less though, swiping the pencil away from his face and holding his eye in pain. He looked to Courtney with a death glare. "You did that on purpose!"
She shrugged. "How do you know that? I just wanted for you to hurry up and sign the damn papers?" She didn't smile, didn't laugh. But he could see the faintest of jerks on the side of her mouth. As if she was resisting the urge to smirk.
He finished signing the papers, not caring that it was in blue pen anymore, handing them to her when he was done, getting up and going. It was over. Thank the lord.
As he walked out of the building, he removed his hand from his eye. Though it still faintly stung, the eye felt good as the cool air washed against it. He guessed that was the last time Courtney could hurt him. Thank goodness.
Suddenly, his eye didn't hurt so much. It actually felt pretty good.
A/N: OK, OK. This whole thing has been an inside joke from the start. I said once in a forum that it would be really cool to have 'Duncan's eye/Pencil' as a couple, and then Harlie Davidson started to comment on it and stuff. I really don't know. I just thought you would enjoy this, Harlie.
So hopefully that entertained you, if only for a minutes! ;O
Thanks for reading!
