Author: Miri
Tittle: The Misadventures of Maria in the Kitchen: Cracked Up
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, don't sue.
Classification: 4th part in a series of M&M Fluff.
Rating: PG.
Dedication: To everyone one of you that read this and like it.
Distribution: M&M Files, and anywhere else, just let me know.
The phone rang just as Maria was walking
through the door. She ran to get it, throwing
her car keys and books on the floor.
Her breath coming in gasps from the running,
she greeted the caller.
"Hey, Maria. I was wondering if you could do
me a favor?"
Chills raced down her spine as she heard Michael's
voice on the line.
"What's the favor?" Maria tried to keep the excitement
out of her voice, succeeding only a little.
//Good job, DeLuca! Now he'll think you are
happy he called.//
"I need you to show me how to make potatoes.
Would it be OK for me to come over?"
Would it be OK for him to come over?
Hell yes!
She agreed to help him, leaving out the small detail
that she couldn't boil a pot of water, without
screwing something up. But, hey, it's potatoes.
How hard could they be?
(He he he, you have NO idea, little Maria.)
Michael knocked on her door about 10 minutes later.
//He actually used the door?!?!//
He looked so damn good in that black shirt, she
almost smiled at him. She stopped herself in time,
and gave him her usual glare.
Michael followed Maria into the kitchen,
and waited while she took out a glass bowl,
a peeling knife, a big pot, and a scrubbing
sponge. Michael handed her the sack of
potatoes he had brought.
She explained to him what she was doing,
scrubbing and washing the potatoes, peeling them,
and then she placed the glass bowl next to the pot
on the stove. Once she had transferred all the
potatoes to the pot, she turned on the burner,
and led Michael into her bedroom so she could
show him her latest in aromatherapy.
They had been in her bedroom for about
10 minutes, when a loud BANG! was heard from
the direction of the kitchen. Maria and Michael
sprang up off her bed, and ran straight to the
other room.
The sight that greeted them was of total chaos.
The big glass bowl that Maria had used to peel the
potatoes in was in pieces. Glass was all over the place.
Michael pushed Maria away from the mess, and
stepped gingerly over the glass, to the stove.
He inspected the area, and started to laugh.
He pointedly turned off the burner that the
bowl had been sitting on. The potatoes still lay
in cold water in the pot.
"Maria, did you bother looking at which burner you
turned on? Because glass doesn't do so well
under extreme heat. And potatoes don't boil when
you don't turn on the burner under them."
-FIN
Am I wacky or what?
Tittle: The Misadventures of Maria in the Kitchen: Cracked Up
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, don't sue.
Classification: 4th part in a series of M&M Fluff.
Rating: PG.
Dedication: To everyone one of you that read this and like it.
Distribution: M&M Files, and anywhere else, just let me know.
The phone rang just as Maria was walking
through the door. She ran to get it, throwing
her car keys and books on the floor.
Her breath coming in gasps from the running,
she greeted the caller.
"Hey, Maria. I was wondering if you could do
me a favor?"
Chills raced down her spine as she heard Michael's
voice on the line.
"What's the favor?" Maria tried to keep the excitement
out of her voice, succeeding only a little.
//Good job, DeLuca! Now he'll think you are
happy he called.//
"I need you to show me how to make potatoes.
Would it be OK for me to come over?"
Would it be OK for him to come over?
Hell yes!
She agreed to help him, leaving out the small detail
that she couldn't boil a pot of water, without
screwing something up. But, hey, it's potatoes.
How hard could they be?
(He he he, you have NO idea, little Maria.)
Michael knocked on her door about 10 minutes later.
//He actually used the door?!?!//
He looked so damn good in that black shirt, she
almost smiled at him. She stopped herself in time,
and gave him her usual glare.
Michael followed Maria into the kitchen,
and waited while she took out a glass bowl,
a peeling knife, a big pot, and a scrubbing
sponge. Michael handed her the sack of
potatoes he had brought.
She explained to him what she was doing,
scrubbing and washing the potatoes, peeling them,
and then she placed the glass bowl next to the pot
on the stove. Once she had transferred all the
potatoes to the pot, she turned on the burner,
and led Michael into her bedroom so she could
show him her latest in aromatherapy.
They had been in her bedroom for about
10 minutes, when a loud BANG! was heard from
the direction of the kitchen. Maria and Michael
sprang up off her bed, and ran straight to the
other room.
The sight that greeted them was of total chaos.
The big glass bowl that Maria had used to peel the
potatoes in was in pieces. Glass was all over the place.
Michael pushed Maria away from the mess, and
stepped gingerly over the glass, to the stove.
He inspected the area, and started to laugh.
He pointedly turned off the burner that the
bowl had been sitting on. The potatoes still lay
in cold water in the pot.
"Maria, did you bother looking at which burner you
turned on? Because glass doesn't do so well
under extreme heat. And potatoes don't boil when
you don't turn on the burner under them."
-FIN
Am I wacky or what?