Hello! I'm pretty new to writing and this is actually my first fanfiction. I know that the Endeavour fandom isn't to big (or at least not on Fanfiction, I think) but please read and review. I could use some tips or something, just in case I made anything sound to awkward!
~ Please enjoy ~"Morse, will you please stop looking at passing guys and focus?" Strange sighed annoyed, looking at the DC who seemed rather amused as he saw someone pass. "I'm sitting here."
"I can see that." Morse said dryly, turning his attention back to the DC. " Besides, I've answered your question already. And I wasn't looking at guys passing by."
"Oh, come one, you've been looking at him for as long as I've had this book in my hands." Strange slammed the book shut and stood up. "But if you're more interested in watching instead of trying your best for your Sergeants' exam, that be my guest. But do it in your own time."
"What did I do wrong this time?" Morse asked, looking a bit annoyed.
"Nothing." The PC sighed, sat down and opened the book again.
"Is there something wrong? It's not like you to be so…"
"What?" Strange looked up.
"Mm… Stressed, I suppose…" Morse shrugged.
"Am I now?" The PC laid the book on the table. "Maybe I'm a bit tired…"
"We… could stop now, if…" the DC looked unsure.
"Am I allowed to be worried about the fact that you just waved at the guy you've been staring at?" Strange asked annoyed.
"I already told you that I wasn't staring at him and-"
"Stop it, Morse. I don't want to hear it." Strange stood up and left.
Morse was looking rather dumbfounded as his gaze followed the PC outside. He then shrugged and went to the guy he had waved at a few seconds earlier.
"What is it?" the man asked gruffly. Morse did not know whatever Strange had been thinking but he surely hoped that the PC didn't think he was attracted to this kind of man.
"You might want cover your backside next time you stand up. There's a rather noticeable rip in your pants…"
"OH! Oh… Thanks." The man, to his credit, blushed and ducked his head.
"Don't mention it." Morse managed a small smile and went on his way. The laughter of the man's friend could still be heard when the DC left the pub.
The next day, Morse tried to talk to Strange about the previous evening but it seemed like the PC had better avoiding skills then the DC had initially thought. It wasn't until later in the day, when it was much calmer in the office, that way Strange had no excuses to run away from him. Because after a whole day of searching, Morse was certain that he was deliberately outrunning him.
"What is going on, Strange?" he demanded, when he managed to grab the PC's arm
"Let go of me, Morse."
"I will as long as you tell me what's wrong… Why are you avoiding me?" the DC asked, gripping the PC's arm a bit tighter as he was trying to escape from his hold.
"Why don't you go ask that bloke in the pub, then?" Strange responded, still struggling.
"So you really did think I liked him…" Morse sighed deeply. "You believe it that much that you don't even want me touching you…" he added sadly, letting go of the PC.
"If you're not a poof then why were you staring at that guy in the pub?" Strange demanded, getting a bit uncomfortable.
"Were you temporarily blinded? He had a hole in the back of his pants the size of my fist! And his underwear was bright green!" Morse exclaimed.
"He did?"
"Yes. Even though I found it rather amusing, I still went and told him…" the DC said miffed. "and now that that's cleared out, I'd like to point out that you left when it was your turn to pay for drinks."
"For once…" Strange pointed out with a small smile.
"Now that's uncalled for. I just tend to forget once I'm busy with a case." Morse defended proudly, making the PC laugh a little.
"Sure, matey. Whatever makes you sleep better at night."
Morse just waved his hand dismissively as he went back to his desk.
Strange sighed as he watched the DC start typing again, suddenly felt rather guilty of treating the DC like that. He decided that he'd leave that touchy subject alone for it seemed that Morse wasn't the type of person who took kindly to that kind of accusations.
True to his words, though, Strange noticed that the DC didn't look at other guys (and yes, he had been watching him for a couple of days now, just to be sure) but when Morse caught his stare, he did look rather nonplussed and quickly turned away. But by looking rather hard at the lad, Jim Strange started noticing things, like the fact that Morse was… fair shaped and that his Adam's apple was missing. For a moment, the PC was afraid that he himself was attracted to Morse but quickly shook of that thought.
"Did you see that lass just now?" Strange asked with wide eyes.
"Hm? Where?" Morse looked up from the Moriarty Police Law book.
"There, behind the counter." The PC pointed.
"Don't point, Strange, that's rude. Besides…" Morse gave a cheeky smile. "I was trying to concentrate…"
"Your timing isn't really working properly… Whoa, look at her-"
"Strange, I can see that's she's well endowed." He interrupted, looking back at his book.
"That's an understatement…" Strange was nearly drooling. He wasn't the only one impressed as several catcalls sounded out.
"Go for it, Strange. There's always a chance she'll say yes…" Morse said absently.
"You're mad, there's no way I'd manage up the courage for that." The PC scoffed.
"Now who's the one staring."
"The real question here is… Why aren't you?" Strange turned to Morse, who sighed and looked at him in a tired manner.
"Maybe I'm a bit tired?"
"Well put." Strange said, recognising the words of dismissal.
It still bothered the PC once he was home. After nearly tripping over his mother's dog, he had went to his bedroom and made a small list. Morse fascinated him, he had to admit it (and not in a creepy way) and so far he had a couple of things that made him… well, suspicious of the lad. After that little chat a few days ago, Morse made sure to tell him that he isn't gay but then today he's not interested in that woman either. One of these days, Strange was sure to unravel him but for now he tried to put his list of things that bothered him in the back of his mind. He'd have to much trouble acting normal around the DC otherwise.
And that's it for the first chapter!
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