Title: Serenity Now.
Disclaimer: If I owned this, Wasp would never have turned into that ugly wreck and Wreck-Gar wouldn't be at the bottom of a river. So, yeah, I don't own.
Summary: A little drabble between Angry Archer and Professor Princess on their way to the slammer. NON-ROMANTIC!!! Just, you know, platonic-ness.
Warnings: Use of characters that even I find annoying… Which makes one wonder why I wrote this…
I actually don't know what the inspiration for this was, suffice it to say it happened very quickly, like a drive-by plot bunny from heck.
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"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, Bluebells and sleigh bells and… something with mittens. Bright copper packages tied up with string—"
"Will you stop that?!"
The Angry Archer was certainly living up to his name as the little pink pipsqueak on the other side of the very tight police vehicle finally shut up, but still hummed under her breath. It really wasn't right. What had the police been thinking when they'd put him and the brat in the same tiny container? Of course, Nanosec and Slo-Mo got to be in the same cab because it was obvious they wouldn't drive their guards insane on the way to booking, but that left the Archer and the Princess, which was a bad thing.
"Why doust thou have to continue yon singing?"
"It keeps me calm," The much younger "criminal" answered, twiddling her thumbs embarrassedly at the raised eyebrow directed at her. They both still had their eye masks on, but his brows were just thick enough to be seen.
"Why?"
"They put Powdered Sugar in the trunk and I'm afraid of him getting dirty or ripped or forgotten when we get to the Big House," The child-- he now actually saw her as a child-- explained, the twiddling of her thumbs now coupled by what seemed to be the beginning of hyperventilation, "And if I sing it takes my mind off of that and if the other two will be okay and how much trouble I'm gonna be in—"
"Alright!" The much more experienced criminal said, holding his hands, cuffed at the moment, up so she'd slow down and to take her mind off that train of thought before she had a panic attack, or worse, cried, "The singing's an adequate stress reliever. You may continue if you must."
"'Kay!" The "Princess" exclaimed, perking up and continuing the insipid song made famous by the same woman who played Mary-freaking-Poppins.
The Angry Archer sighed in his second defeat that day and leaned over to the window, head resting on the glass and wishing the little pipsqueak hadn't disabled his arrows so he could break out of the car and get away from the cops and her.
Since the wishing wasn't helping, though, he settled for banging his forehead against the bullet-proof glass.
Fin.
I never said this was very good, so please don't flame me… please?
