Snippets

1. Attention

Ian heaved a sigh. It was one of his rare day offs and the sun was shining brightly for once. Even as a hardened spy, the man couldn't say no to a couple hours reading outside in the natural light. Here, the correct assumption to make would be that in order to read, one would first need a book. And here is where the problem arose.

The pseudo-banker slammed another door closed.

Unfortunately, a certain golden-haired boy had decided to hide all of his books. All of them. The seven-year-old had managed to displace every single novel in the entire house without his uncle noticing. Hisuncle, who worked for MI6, who was paid to pay attention to stuff.

Another sigh made it past Ian's lips. He was getting too old for this.

2. Conflict/Chinese Food

"Oh, for the love of everything you believe in –"

"We've been over this already. Three times."

"Shut up and listen! I've told you again and again –"

"Indeed, you have."

"Shut. Up. You can't just go running off after a guy, whose life goal is to rip out your heart and crush your soul, without telling any of us first!"

"Would you have let me go if I told you?"

"No!"

"Well, then."

Wolf threw his arms in the air, exasperated. "Why don't you let us do our jobs for once?"

Alex slumped back in his arm chair. It was quite comfortable. "I don't understand why you're making a fuss about this. My plan worked. We got the idiot."

"The idiot – yeah, you can say that again," Wolf snorted. "But that's not the point! Look at you, bleeding all over my carpet!"

"I'm not –"

"We would have come with you."

The SAS soldier had never been great with expressing his emotions through words. There were so many other things he could've said: you should've waited for us, you shouldn't do such dangerous things, we were worried. I was worried. But when he saw the pair of brown eyes gazing steadily back at him, he knew he didn't have to.

"You hungry?" Wolf asked.

"Starving."

"I'll order Chinese then."

"Sounds great."

3. Sticky Sweet

There was only one possible cause of the chaos that consumed the entire school canteen. Well, one cause made up of two people. Mrs. Bennett stalked up to the two in question. They had the gall to be sitting serenely amidst the pandemonium without batting an eye. She had to dodge some flying tin foil before coming to a halt and a laying a hand on the dark-haired boy's shoulder.

"Harris. Rider." The boy and his blond partner (in crime) turned around, complete and utter innocence shining in their eyes.

"Yes, miss?" Tom Harris replied, his voice sweet as the honey coating a good portion of their table.

"Would you care to explain how exactly this all came to be?"

Alex frowned, as if considering the question. "I actually have no idea. We were eating and then somebody decided they weren't hungry. We barely had time to look up."

Mrs. Bennett could almost believe his sincere words. Almost. Something sticky hit her cheek and she closed her eyes.

"Right."

4. Guinea Pig

"You what?"

Mrs. Harris stared at her son in disbelieving horror.

"That was the class pet!"

She could not begin to consider how on earth she was going to explain this to the teacher. Maybe that's were husbands were good for. Yes, that sounded like a plan. But first, it was time for a good cry.

5. Swap

This, Alex decided, was the most bizarre thing he had ever witnessed in his entire life. And he'd seen some pretty strange things.

Watching Wolf prancing around, laughing gleefully with a can of energy drink in hand, was…not something anyone could possibly un-see. Or forget. Alex wasn't sure how to feel.

"Will you stop doing that?" growled Eagle.

Eagle. Growling. What.

"You stupid sunovabitch."

Oh, wait. Right, that wasn't actually Wolf singing in a high-pitched voice. Nor was that actually Eagle crouched in a corner, death-glaring at everyone and everything. Somewhere along the way of a particularly eventful mission, the two soldiers had somehow gotten their minds and bodies swapped. With each other.

It was a long story involving a cotton ball, an octopus, and incredibly bad timing, but that tale remains to be told for another time.

Alex was still trying to process the situation. It had been a long day, he was tired, he was hungry, and he really needed to take a shower. The whole thing was absurd. It was impossible.

It was hilarious. Oh, forget how it happened, Wolf was acting like Eagle on a sugar-rush. In fact, he was Eagle on a sugar-rush.

The blond joined Snake and Lynx on the ground, laughing hysterically.

"Great. You too, huh?" Eagle-who-was-actually-Wolf muttered.

Alex laughed harder.

[04/13/2013] Just some random shit that may or may not help me get my mojo back.