Just a random fic. I might add a 2nd chapter but I just REALLY wanted to write this down. It just wouldn't leave my mind. Don't own anything except the plot.
Enjoy :D
"Next time... you do the talking, 'kay?" Connor grumbled drunkily as Abby guided him down the hall to Jess' apartment, fumbling around her pockets for the keys. She wasn't really in the mood for dealing with Jess' twenty questions about the black eye that Connor had managed to get.
"You slipped and fell, got it Connor?"
He bit his lip and nodded, his weight slowly collapsing on Abby's shoulders. She managed to get the key in the door before Connor fell to the gorund with a quiet thud against the carpet. "Idiot." Abby muttered to herself as she rolled her eyes and unlocked the door.
She glanced up the stairs, thankful that she couldn't see any of the lights glowing upstairs. Abby turned to Connor and sighed, grabbing his arms and dragging him in through the door, letting him fall limp against the wooden steps and shutting the door. "Now how am I going to get you up the stairs?" She whispered, standing over him with her hands firmly planted on her hips and a deep frown on her forehead as she thought.
She took her chanced and gripped onto his arms, attempting to haul him up the stairs but only managing to go up two or three steps before his weight became to much and she let go, watching him slide back down. "Stupid Idiot!" she hissed as she watched him slide back down for the fifth time.
She looked around, hoping to find something that could help her but only found a vase and a painting on the wall and by the looks of them, Jess' probably wouldn't enjoy seeing them ruined just because Connor was too drunk to make it up the stairs.
A quiet laugh from above her made her look up. She was expecting Jess to be standing there, ready to give her a lecture about coming home at three in the morning when work started at seven. She wasn't expecting to look up and seeing Becker leaning against the top railing, smirking down at her.
"Need some help?" he laughed, his voice a quiet whisper.
Abby let out a quiet laugh, confused as to why Becker was in Jess' apartment with all the lights turned off and relieved someone had finally come to her rescue. "You couldn't bring him up the stairs and put him on the couch could you? Drunk Connor is never a thing I want to see in the morning."
Becker looked over his shoulder briefly then begun to make his way down the stairs, stopping to fling Connor effortlessly over his shoulder and climbing back up the stairs.
As Abby followed on after him she couldn't help but notice Becker's clothes, or lack of. He wore only dark track pants, his feet and chest bare. A smile stretched across her face as possible explanations popped into her mind.
It wasn't until Becker dropped Connor down on the couch and spun to look at her that she snapped back into reality, grinning at him. He frowned. "What?"
Abby's eyes only darted down to his chest for a milisecond but it was enough to make him sigh, already knowing where this was going. He sighed, moving over to the other couch which had been set up as a makeshift bed. "A pipe burst in my apartment building. Jess let me stay on the couch."
Abby was smirking at him. "So what have you been doing tonight then?"
"I could ask you the same question... what happened to him?" Becker backfired, turning the tables on her.
"He slipped and fell." She replied simply.
He grinned. "you're lying."
"And you're avoiding my question. I guess we're both out of luck tonight... well maybe not completely."
Becker was quiet as his mind wrapped around her words. His eyes narrowed. "Me and Jess... we didn't... we weren't-"
"Good night Becker." she said simply before turning her back to him and making her way into her room. He could tell she was smirking though.
Becker turned to Connor who had curled himself up on the couch and was now snoring quite loudly. Becker sighed, making his way over to the other couch.
He laid there for what felt like hours, glaring at the roof as Connor's constant snores and mumbling kept him awake. And I thought staying at Jess' would be a good thing! He closed his eyes tightly and wrapped one of the pillows around his head, desperately trying to drown out the awful noise.
A couple of hours passed and Becker's eyes were still screwed shut and his arms still pressed against the pillow covering his ears. His anger growing at each torturing second. Connor's snores hadn't eased a single bit.
Instead it had only gotten worse.
At one point, Abby had come out in her singlet and shorts and hit him, trying to shut him up while mumbling things under her breath. Then she returned to her room, shutting the thick door behind her. She had fallen asleep with her door open and even she had been affected by the noise.
Becker frowned. Please, please, please... Make it stop! He begged.
A few minutes later a door squeaked open and Becker could hear quiet footsteps beating against the wooden floor. At first he thought it was Abby, coming to hit Connor again but instead it was Jess.
She sighed, kneeling down next to the couch Becker was laying on. Her touch was only gentle but it was enough to make Becker open his eyes and turn himself around on the couch. "What's up?" he asked casually, trying not to make out that the snoring was really getting on his nerves.
Jess saw his eyes flutter over to Connor then back to hers, his gaze made her heart beat quicken. God I can't believe I'm actually going to suggest this. She grinned. "My bed is pretty big. You can have one side if you want. It's much better than laying out here listening to that all night. It's nice and quiet" she whispered.
"Honestly Jess, it's not that bad..." suddenly Connor snored again and Jess could see Becker's eyes narrow at the sound. She raised her eyebrows at him and he sighed. "...On second thoughts, quiet sounds great."
Becker couldn't help but notice Jess' eyes sparkle as she stood back up, holding out her hand to help him up from the couch. She seemed so happy. Don't get any ideas mate He thought quietly to himself as he followed Jess to her room.
