Quindecim

Fandom: Sorcerer's Apprentice

Rating: T

Characters: Drake S. Dave S.

Authoress Ramblings: Late, as I was asleep most of the day. Anyway, for the end of this to make sense, you have to remember from an earlier chapter, that Drake is NOT an American citizen (I may have just implied it). It DOES serve a point, and is NOT just filler that was tossed out of Parasite...okay...it WAS tossed out of Parasite where it was filler but it's NOT filler here...it's hopefully leading up to some more actual Drave rather than some implied stuff..it just depends on if I get the muse for it...*kidnaps favorite couples and stuffs them in closet "GIVE ME INSPIRATION KIRA DAMNIT!" *

Drake looked at Dave, and Dave kissed him.

"I'll be here for you as long as you need me."

"Need any help?"

Dave had the cage set up in the middle of the room, clearly preparing to run a test.

"One of the coils was misfiring, I was fixing it. It can wait if you wanted to do something."

"I just needed to be near you." Drake said, shaking his head, indicating he didn't want to do anything. Dave nodded and got up, moving Tank to the bathroom and shutting the door.

"Come on." Dave gently pulled Drake to the cage. Drake had done this often enough to know the drill. It was a way for them to be close and Dave could still get stuff done.

Amanda walked into the penthouse, noticed Drake and Dave asleep on the couch and left the paperwork she carried on the coffee table, with a bright eye catching-ly pink sticky note on top telling Drake to read it and fill it out, and left. They'd come in today, and were very important, but she didn't have the heart to wake him up.

"Damn. AMANDA!" Drake was picking through his wallet, switching it to a new one.

"What?"

"Did you get the papers to get my green card renewed?"

"I left them on the coffee table, with the pink post it, you know, the ones you specified I use for stuff pertaining to your remaining in the US."

Drake nodded. He'd seen it, then moved it to his office and couldn't find it now. Granted it didn't need to be in for another three months, to give his temporary one time to get in, but with the way the government was now, he should get it in now. Sometimes he wondered why he stayed in America. His current reason walked through his office door.

"What are you doing?"

"Paperwork."

"Doesn't Amanda usually do that for you?"

"I may need her help…"

"What are you filling out?"

"Green card renewal forms."

"How did you come to America?"