This is a one off short.
I did it in response to prodding to write something more about String and Cait. I added it to tidbits because that is all it is.
I propose a sort of challenge to all willing. Take the first three lines of this story and write a tidbit or full story of your own. It is kind of a drabble challenge but I couldn't keep mine to less than a hundred words. Hoping and looking forward to the results.
Kid?
"String?"
"Yeah?"
"You still think she's a kid?"
Stringfellow Hawke cast a quick sideways glance at Dominic Santini. He wasn't about to answer that question. It was too full of land mines. Besides if he answered the way he thought he should, Dom would know he was lying. If he answered with the truth, he'd never hear the end of it. Nope no way was he going to answer.
He hadn't wanted to come to this party. But, he also hadn't liked how one of the Producers of the film they'd just finished had been eyeing Cait. Hawke knew the man from previous films and knew how he treated some of the female crew. He came so he could be sure Cait didn't get in over her head with the lothario. Now he was glad he did. Seeing Cait in her current state would probably keep him up at nights or give him some pretty interesting dreams for a while. Maybe it would give him both. Either way he was going to have to do some serious thinking.
Caitlin O'Shannessy stood for a moment glaring at the drunk producer who only moments before bumped into her.
Normally, such a thing wouldn't have bothered her. She would just brush it off as an over indulgence at the wrap party and put it behind her. After all he had been very attentive when the Santini Air crew had arrived at the party and was mildly attractive. But, this wasn't normal.
The oaf had tried to grope her, since he had "bought and paid for" her services. When she kindly informed him that he'd bought her services as a stunt pilot and nothing more, he'd "stumbled" into her, hands aiming squarely for second base. She'd fallen into the pool and was now dripping wet. Her light sundress clung to her and revealed the clear outline of her bra and panties. She wrung the hem of her dress out just as the producer approached her again.
"Uh oh," Dom said pushing off from the bar. It had all happened so fast that neither he nor String had had a chance of intervening. Seeing Cait in the wet clinging dress as she pulled herself out of the pool, had left both of them stunned. But Dom saw the look now in Cait's eyes. Hawke had seen it too and was a couple of steps ahead of Dom. Neither made it time.
As soon as the man took another step toward Cait, she brought her foot up, hard. The man was now writhing in pain on the wet cement. Cait took a step closer as if to reinforce the damage already done.
Strong arms grabbed her from behind. She started to fight this new threat kicking back into someone's shin. It took Hawke's, "Easy" spoken softly right next to her ear a moment to register with her senses.
"I think it's time we left," Dom said while looking with disgust at the still whimpering producer.
"Yeah," Caitlin said anger still thick in her voice. "I've changed my mind about the company at this party."
His arm tightly around her waist, String led her out to the red, white, and blue jeep they'd arrived in. Her wet clothes making his shirt wet on that side.
"Oh come on," String teased. "That's the best entertainment I've ever seen at one of these things. Maybe we should go to them more often like you suggested."
"I could always do the same to you," Cait responded without thinking. She sat unceremoniously in the front seat. Only then realizing how she looked.
Dom burst into laughter as he climbed in the driver's side. "I'd like to see that."
String just scowled as he swung into the back seat.
