Just a little silly St. Patrick's Day fic. I don't own them or the title for that matter. Just borrowing them for a bit.

The Jolly Green Giant

Darien leaned heavily against a wall in the Keep. "Don't look at me like that. It's St. Patrick's Day." He crossed his green clad arms and glared at his partner.

Bobby arched a single eyebrow and said, "How does that explain you dressing up as the Jolly Green Giant."

"Lot's of people are wearing green today."

Bobby nodded and laughed. "You look like you belong on a canned vegetable commercial, standing in the middle of a valley."

Darien smiled evilly. "Been pinched yet, Hobbes?"

"Huh?"

"One can't help but notice how you're not wearing any green."

Bobby glared. "Pinch me and die."

Darien sidled a little closer. "Can't shoot what you can't see, Hobbesy." He moved closer and wiggled his fingers menacingly.

"Fawkes!" Bobby took a couple quick steps away.

"You'll never see it coming."

"Fawkes," Bobby growled and dodged his partner's grasp.

"Children!" Claire glared at the two men from her place at her computer. "Its very difficult to concentrate with all of your noise."

"But, Keepy…" Darien exaggerated a pout.

Bobby laughed. "Your face is gonna stick that way."

"Don't you have some kind of special agent type business you should be attending to?" Claire had completely turned her chair to face them now.

"Paperwork."

"Or checking in with some contacts."

Claire stared.

"So…no, not really." Darien grinned at her.

"Nothing more important than paying our favorite Keeper the attention she so richly deserves," Bobby added.

Claire sighed. "So this is karmic retribution for some awful crime I committed in a past life."

Darien eyed Claire contemplatively. "You know what, Hobbes?"

"What's that, my tall green friend?"

"Claire's not wearing any green."

Bobby turned a considering eye in her direction as well. "No, she isn't."

"You know what happens to people who don't wear green on St. Patrick's Day, right, Keep?" Darien was grinning broadly at her.

Claire smiled sweetly at her Kept. "Do keep in mind that I do all your physicals."

"True. Doesn't that kind of threat violate your Hippocratic Oath?"

"I would never hurt you, Darien." She paused. "But there are so many tests that I really should run, all in your very best interest, you understand. Tests that may or may not involve large needles and prostate exams."

"You guys are absolutely no fun."

"We could go find out if Eberts is wearing green." Bobby was already turning to leave the Keep.

"Or Alex?"

"You're on your own with that one, my friend."

"So you're afraid of Alex."

The door shut on their conversation before Claire could hear Bobby's no doubt irate reply. She smiled and dug in her desk for the green shamrock sticker she'd left there last week in preparation for the holiday. She pulled it off the backing paper and carefully stuck it to her white lab coat. "Much better." She turned back to her computer and enjoyed the silence while she could.