Title: 2am
Characters/Pairing: Doug Penhall, Tom Hanson
Prompt: #1 2am
Rating: K
Warnings: nope
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: "I can take care of a kid, too, Tom. Probably a better job than you because I wouldn't be takin' him bowling or to a friggin' book store!"
A/N: Couldn't think of a better title, so I used the prompt. And this is another for 64damnprompts. And this will probably be continued using another prompt. And, also, set around and about How Much is That Body in the Window? And also, for anybody reading, I will update Predator and Paper Wings soon, at least by the end of the weekend :D
"It's two in the morning!" Tom yelled into the phone angrily.
"Yeah, I know that" Doug replied, a bit taken aback by the sudden anger. "What's your problem?"
"You're my problem!" Tom yelled. "You screwed me over Doug. And now you won't stop calling me!"
"Well you won't listen!" Doug yelled back with his own anger. "And I already told you about that letter. You couldn't do the job you do if you've got some kid tagging along with you."
"Yeah?" Tom hissed. "And what makes you so damn sure?"
"Oh, so you're gonna listen this time?" Doug retorted bitterly. "Or are you just gonna hang up again?"
Tom sighed angrily and pushed himself into a sitting position. "No, I'm gonna listen," he replied slowly. "Because then you can shut up and leave me alone."
"Oh, well then," Doug muttered. "And I have no damn sureness, just common sense. I mean, the kid'll be under ten, Hanson. You'll be expected to take him for ice cream and to ball games, not drug busts or the high school you're undercover in that day."
"You're such a fucking idiot!" Tom screamed, sounding like a hysterical school girl. After calming down, he added. "Do you really think I'd do that to a ten year old?"
"I didn't mean it-"
"No, Doug, listen to me," Tom cut in. "I actually know responsibility, got it? I'm not you, and I could actually do good for a kid. But you went and screwed everything up!"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Doug hissed angrily, hurt by Tom's accusation. "I can take care of a kid, too, Tom. Probably a better job than you because I wouldn't be takin' him bowling or to a friggin' book store!"
"Are you done talking?" Tom muttered, rubbing at his eyes. "Because I sure as hell am. And don't you even think about calling me back, Doug."
"Don't get your hopes up, Hanson. No way I would wanna talk to you, anyways."
Doug slammed the receiver back into the cradle before Tom could respond, angered that his friend had said what he had. His intentions had been good, why couldn't Tom see that? Knowing that pursuing the issue any further would be useless, Doug downed the beer sat on his kitchen table before standing and heading back into his room. He was right, though, about the fact of not wanting to talk to Tom anymore. The only problem with that, though, was that he would have a hard time in avoiding the younger man later in the day when they were expected to be going undercover together.