the fire within
Disclaimer: I do not own the Simpsons or it's characters.
Chapter one,
"You want nights off?" Mr. Burns asked astonished as he stared at Smithers.
"Yes, unfortunately I am." Smithers said guiltily and Mr. Burns looked to the side.
"If you're so glum about it, then why are you asking for the time off?" Burns asked anf Smithers sighed.
"My doctor suggested me to do something relaxing to uh... release some aggressions she thinks I'm suppressing." Smithers said and Mr. Burns scoffed.
"Oh, you're such a goodie two-shoes, Waylon. You think a doctor knows everything because they have so much medical knowledge." Burns said and he looked at Smithera who looked deeply saddened and Mr. Burns sighed.
"Ok, fine Smithers, I'll let you have your nights off. From... um... Let's say 8:00pm to around 7 should be good, don't you think?" Mr. Burns said and Smithers smiled.
"That's perfect, sir." Smithers said and Burns groaned a little as he picked up the latest safety report.
"What are yoy planning to di with your nights then?" Mr. Burns asked and out of the corner of his eye, it appeared that Waylon's face was as red as a tomato.
"Oh, I got a little internship at the museum cleaning up bones." Smithers said and Mr. Burns flipped through the pages.
"Hmm, an internship, those are unpaid positions. And to have one of those to do something so dull and plain..." Mr. Burns trailed off and Smithers nodded.
"Yes, that's true, but it's for my health, not my pocketbook." Smithers said and Mr. Burns waved off his comment.
"Yes, yes, whatever. Go make me a pot of coffee and draw me a hot bath, Smithers." Mr. Burns said, and with a nod, Smithers left the room. Mr. Burns started thinking about the idiotic doctor that robbed a few hours of Waylon's time.
And all because he has surpressed aggressions? Why I see Smithers every single day, so what does he have to be annoyed with? Perhaps it's not a work-related matter, but a matter about his love-life. Why I can't remember the last time a girl came down to visit him. Perhaps he is too much of a player to be in a monogamist relationship right now.
Mr. Burns thought and suddenly his office door bursted open.
"Ok, where is he? Mr. Burns?" A booming voice cried, and Mr. Burns fell to the floor, worried it was some mad man with a gun.
"Oh, I saw that, Burnsie, you sligh old sun of a bitch. Up an at 'em." The voice cried grabbing the back of Mr. Burns' suit and picking him up into the air.
"My god man, you're as light as a notebook." A young sixty year old man said and there was something familiar about this man.
"Do I know you?" Mr. Burns said and the man gave a hearty laugh.
"Oh, boy. I was in your fraternity, brother. I was a pledge when you graduated, but I'm a legacy. My namr is B.B. Sprouts." The man said and Burns' eyes widened.
"Oh, yes, of course. Sprouts Fresh Water company, I remember now. So what are you doing here?" Mr. Burns asked and B.B. smiled.
"Well, I have been looking for new locations ans I heard that you were in this neck of the woods. I remember you telling all of us to come see you." B.B. said and Burns placed a hand on his chin as he tried to remember this promise.
"Ok, well... alright then. Put me down and tell me what is new with you?" Mr. Burns asked as B.B. placed him back in his chair.
"Well, I was thinking about starting a logging company using our water to help the trees grow up and out. Oh, and speaking of 'out' ta-da." B.B. gestured to himself and Monty rose an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Burns asked and B.B.'s smile faltered a little.
"That was my fun way of telling you that I am gay." B.B. said and Mr. Burns smiled.
"How wonderful. What are you gay about?" Mr. Burns asked and B.B. rose an eyebrow.
"Are you being serious?" B.B. asked and Monty glared at him.
"Serious about asking a question? Of course not, I'm just trying to make conversation! Now what are you happy about?" Mr. Burns asked and at that moment Smithers came back.
"Your coffee is done and I have some for you, in your favorite cup." He said and then he paused when he saw B.B.
"Oh, what an attractive dish, you dog." B.B. said and Burns nodded.
"Yes, best coffee there is." Mr. Burns said and Waylon walked over and gave Burns his coffee. B.B. eyed them carefully, and noticed Waylon's secret sme when he stared at Mr. Burns.
"Blue Blazes, Man! How many times do I have to tell you not to make the coffee too hot!" Burns yelled and threw the liquid on Waylon's chest, making him tense up in pain.
"My apologies, sir. Would you allow me to make you another glass?" Waylon asked and Burns sighed.
"Only if you do it right." Burns said handing him the cup. Smithers took it and walked away, leaving B.B. sucking his teeth at this display.
"What are you gawking at?" Burns said and B.B. chuckled.
"Oh, nothing important. I think we should catch up tonight though. Say diner at the Gilded Truffle and then I can take you to my favorite club." B.B. offered and Burns shrugged.
"Why not? I can have my assistant drive me there at 8 and he can walk home after that." Mr. Burns said and B.B. wrote this information down.
"Ok, it's official, I'll see you at 8." B.B. said and then he left the room. Down the hall he heard a noise of running water and B.B. walked towards it. He saw Waylon in some sort of executive breakroom, washing the front of his shirt with water and a nail scrubber.
"You don't have to put up with him you know." B.B. said and Waylon nearly dropped the nail scrubber.
"What are you doing here?" Smithers asked and B.B. shot hin a seductive smile.
"I was dropping in on a old friend, but it appears that I hit the mother load when I met you." B.B. said and Smithers blushed.
"That is inappropriate." Smithers said and B.B. laughed.
"Feisty, ok slugger, I'll tell you what; If you ever want a good job that pays you as much or more than Mr. Burns then give me a call." B.B. said, handing him the card.
"And, uh, if you don't want a new job then maybe a one night stand or said with wink and Smithers' blush deepened.
"Oh, my, uh, well, I don't think, I mean, I don't want-" Smithers was stopped by B.B.'s finger on his lips.
"Now, now, a good decision needs at least 24 hours of thought before making it. Just think about either, or both, and call me whenever you say 'yes'." B.B. said and he walked away leaving a shocked Smithers behind him.