Icy
In which Ian just so irritated with her every movement, and while it's driving him mad, he doesn't know exactly why. Dan, for once, knows the answer. Ian/Amy.
Ian's upper lip curled.
What was she doing her? Granted, it was the Cahill mansion, but still… what was she doing here? What was she doing here?
She was driving him insane, what with her slumped-over posture (what would Natalie say?) and her tapping of her foot and the flipping of the pages of her book.
She was driving him mad.
"Any new developments?" asked Hamilton, and Ian nearly snapped his head off.
"No," he said sharply.
"What's gotten into your pants?" asked Hamilton, affronted.
He thought of Amy, and the way the pant leg caught on the bottom of her shoe whenever she tapped her foot.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"He's been very irritable lately," called Amy across from the control room, before getting up and leaving - presumably to find Sinead.
Dan pushed himself across the room on his spinning chair, with his gameboy poised in his hands.
"Very grumpy, Hammy. Where's Sinead?"
"Working on something. Ekats," he added on, a simple explanation for her behavior, shrugging casually.
"Go find her. I need her big brain - my gameboy is frozen." Dan shook it once and groaned.
Hamilton jogged and had just left before Dan rounded on Ian.
"You like my sister," accused Dan, rolling towards Ian in his office chair, ankles crossed and eyebrows raised.
"You're absurd, kid," sneered Ian. "I do not, nor will I ever, have feelings for Amy Cahill. That, right there, is an impossibility."
"You seem defensive," Dan shrugged.
"She's been bothering me!" Ian exploded, breathing heavily.
Dan giggled. "You lo-ove her. Ian and Amy, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g -"
"I would think I would know if I did in fact like her," replied Ian stiffly, cutting off Dan's childish chant.
"You doooo, lover boy."
"No."
"How has she been irritating you, Cobra?"
"Everything!" Ian exclaimed, once more speaking before he intended to and staring at himself in repulsion. He was Ian Kabra, Lucius. Not some bobble-headed Tomas or artsy Janus, and here he was, unable to contain himself.
In front of the monkey Dan Cahill himself.
"You like her. I know you do."
Unable to reply without exploding and saying it's all her fault she caught his attention, he turned back and furiously jabbed a button with his finger.
Maybe Dan was right, but he couldn't say that out loud.
His pride wouldn't be able to bear it.
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