The Flame and the Calm
By: Nora M.
Author's Note: I got a request for a fic that dealt with Fidget's love life. Now I'm not as great with romance as some other categories so please be gentle with the reviews.
Standard Disclaimer: This characters aren't mine. You know who created them.
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Fidget paced nervously around Big Air. Vinny, her pet iguana, sat like he always did on her shoulder.
"What did I do this time?" She asked Vinny who simply stuck out his tongue in response. "Figures." She sighed, rolled her eyes and scrunched up her nose.
After a few more minutes of nervous pacing, Fidget finally sat down in one of the four chairs placed around the table in the conference room of Big Air. Vinny crawled off Fidget's shoulder and lumbered onto the table where he found a nice spot and curled up to sleep.
"If he doesn't show up, I'm going to kill him," she grumbled, "making me wait for him. Not showing up on time. Not even showing up."
Fidget slowly started getting madder and madder as the time past slowly on. In two minutes, it seemed to Fidget that two hours had past. Her quickly rising temper almost exploded when after 30 minutes of waiting past with no sign of him.
"OK! That's it! I don't care anymore!" Fidget exclaimed pushing her chair away from the table. "I'm leaving!"
She turned to leave. Just as she turned, her appointment appeared behind her. The two bodies met rather forcefully and the pair stumbled over the other before falling on the floor.
"You're late!" She grumbled rudely at her appointment.
"Sorry, Fidget, my other meeting ran late," he tried to explain as the both got up off the floor.
"What did I do this time?" She spat at him with the entire attitude she had.
"You didn't do anything," he explained trying to calm the flame of Team Extreme down. "I just needed to talk to you about something."
"Well, it better be good. I wasted enough time waiting for you," Fidget countered with contempt.
"First, I want you to know that whatever happens we'll still be cordial to each other. I mean, I don't want you to do anything rash after this briefing," he spoke with a new emotion in his voice. Fidget couldn't quite place it but he certainly wasn't his normal self.
"Ok," she replied with a questioning tone. What's he getting at? She thought as they both looked at one another. And why is he looking like that at me? Do I have a third eye growing out of my forehead?
"Ok," he started with some apprehension, "here goes. We've been friends since we started on Team Extreme together, right? Well since neither of us have something that resembles a social life I was thinking about –uh- maybe – you and me going out sometime."
Fidget's eyes almost popped out of her head at the statement. Vinny was surprised too. He grunted with something that seemed like a genuine case of amazement.
"Fidget?" His voice seemed so close yet you far away.
"A date? With you?" She stuttered; her mind unable to process the data as it should.
"Yeah," he said, almost ok with the idea. "I was thinking maybe this Saturday after the race? You know the party for the winner and for the new teams?"
"Do I have to wear a dress?" Fidget asked cocking an eyebrow.
"You own a dress?!?" He appeared stupefied by the remark. "The tomboy Fidget Wilson owns a dress?!?"
"No, I don't own a dress," she answered rolling her eyes and trying to hold in the laughter.
"Oh, ok. Well no you don't need to wear a dress," he explained with his normal tone. "So what do you say? Wanna go?"
"Ok, I'll go on with on one condition," she remarked as she got up from the table.
What's that?"
"That you will not try to shmoos anymore corporate sponsors. You know how Alex hates that."
"Ok, I won't."
"Then it's a date, Rikki." She smiled.
The End
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