A/N:: I went over the Tweet Limit and I'm dying, so here's this short little post-finale FanFi-OH MY GOD ! ONE SEC !
. . . back . . . and I KNEW IT !/3
Fudgey knuckles/3
. . . eh, I'll make this T-rated so that I can say this: FUCK ! But awhh. . . . oh well, on I write.
And yes, I tend to write my A/Ns before my story, that way I don't forget what I want to say.
So, I present to you, my tiny little eensy weensy itty bitty onesot: After The Fire.
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"Come on, look harder! It has to be somewhere!" Big Mike shouted over the clouds of debris in the air, "I'm not paying you for this if you don't find it!"
Chuck tossed a broken shelf to the side with a sigh, and said, "I'm pretty sure it didn't survive the explosion, Big Mike. Even if it did make it, I don't know what condition it would be in," he glanced at the charred remains of a top-of-the-line laptop before continuing, "it looks like pretty much everything is burned."
"No way are you giving up, Bartowski! Grimes, found anything yet?"
"Yeah! I think this couch in the Entertainment Center might be able to be saved," the bearded man shouted out.
Big Mike dropped the broken drawer he was holding and turned to face Morgan, "You know very well that that's not what we're looking for! Now get searching!"
"So you don't want it? 'Cuz I'll take it if you dont! If you just throw pillows over the burn marks it's salvageable..."
"Buddy, I don't think any store sells that many pillows."
"Point taken. I'll just use it as-is. Its battle scars give it more personality," Morgan said, staring down at the charred couch, "I'll come back for you."
Big Mike turned around and stared at the two, "Are you going to keep looking?"
"Yeah, sorry," Morgan muttered as both him and Chuck turned back around and started tossing debris to the side, digging for what they came for.
Big Mike, satisfied that they were searching again, turned back toward where his office was... or at least where it seems like it may have once been. His eyes scanned over the remnants of the walls when they caught onto something. He ran over to where it was buried, and grabbed it, pulling it triumphantly into the air.
"My fish survived!"
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A/N:: This is what happens when I hit the Twitter limit.