(Disclaimer: If I owned TDI do you think I'd be here right now? Claimer: I do own Flynn. Who I made up on the spot. XD Warnings: I have no flaming clue as to what in the world compelled me to write this. So be prepared for anything. Yah. And…expectedly mild slash (boyxboy) (I'm saying this now, don't like, don't read). Meh. Probably OOCness.)

I have no clue what I'm doing. So sit back, relax, and enjoy. :D


The ex-intern sandwiched his head between the mattress and pillow as he attempted to comprehend the bewildering mind of one Chris MacLean. "You're crazy."

"Thank you."

"Don't expect me to go throwing myself into shark infested waters again."

Chris sat on top of the redhead's body. "I don't. What did you do to my gel?"

"How are you getting interns for the second season? And what makes you think I did something to your gel?"

"I have my ways. And you know where I hide it."

"Murgh. I don't have your gel."

"I'm sure you don't. And Chef's a fairy princess."

"I don't! I know better than to mess with your hair care products. I think I can still feel the pain from last time."

"You have my gel."

Flynn groaned and chucked the pillow at Chris, purposely messing up his hair. "There. Go use that damn fan and you'll be fine."

"You'll be paying for that one later."

"Great. I wanna go back to sleep now while you get busy planning out this crazy second season."

"Then go to sleep. It's not like you have anything better to do."

"I'm not doing anything crazy anymore. OR humiliating."

Chris chuckled. "You do that every day, babe."

"You're not goading me into 'interning' again."

Chris patted his reddish-brown hair. "C'mon. You'll get to laugh at the other interns."

Flynn glared with golden-brown eyes. "I call 'em idiots they'll think I'm an idiot to come back. Once they realize I was right, and notice that you give me lighter less dangerous work, they're gonna hate me. Unlike you, my morals aren't a mere five feet above the dirt."

"Ouch."

Chris stood up and flipped Flynn over. The ex-intern gave him a small smile and offered the stolen gel. Flynn then flung his arms around the brunet's neck and pulled him into a kiss. He slowly pulled away and smirked. "I don't want you to leave today." Then he frowned. "Stubble's getting long."

Chris shrugged and pushed the used-to-be-intern back down. "You're so going to get it for hiding the gel."

The smirk revisited Flynn's face. "Who's gonna give it to me?"

"The guy who's calling in sick today."

"Oh?" A challenge glinted in the redhead's eyes.

"Yeah. Oh."

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NK's Not So Big Big Ginormous Paragraph of Nonsense: SO. I have no clue as to what I just wrote. But…yeah. Chris and one of his so called interns. D: I'm leaving this fandom now. Yeah I am. Unless some crazies like this or something.
--NarutoKyuu

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