Inspired by RangerPippin.

Halt didn't even look up from his laptop as he tossed the keys towards Gilan, who caught them in a fluid movement. "Don't crash my car."

"Oh, you do care," Gilan answered sweetly, clutching the key ring to his chest.

"Yes. About my car."

"You do have insurance, you know."

Halt lifted his eyes at that and gave his intern a dangerous look. "And if you so much as scratch it, it'll be insurance that you'll be paying my raised premium on, which you might find difficult to do from a hospital bed. Let that be your motivation, hmm?"

Gilan winced at this. "Try to remember that I'm your unpaid intern," he muttered as he shrugged his jacket on. "I live off ramen noodles and sarcasm."

"Unpaid until you're ready to think," the older man stated with a shrug, retreating behind his laptop once more to hide his self-satisfied smirk at one of his favorite fall backs.

With mock hurt, Gilan took a staggering step back. "Hey, I'm not that bad at this gig. Even you would agree that I do a lot."

Halt considered this for a moment before reluctantly replying, "I suppose. Though, don't be too confident - your main value still comes from going on coffee runs."

"Highly valuable, then."

"Go away."

A smile tugged at Gilan's face as he bounded down the steps and unlocked the doors of Halt's grey Charger. It was a glorious vehicle - slick, sharp, shiny, and with a turn of speed most people could only dream of. It was no secret that Gilan loved the car, and jumped at any opportunity to drive it. "Hey, darling," he murmured reverently, smoothing a hand over the sleek exterior before sliding into the driver's seat with a content sigh.

A sigh that morphed into one of long-suffering.

Even Gilan's enthusiasm at driving such a car was dampened at immediately having his knees jammed to the dashboard.

Sliding into his car that evening, Halt paused, his jaw tightening. The man closed his eyes for a moment before blowing a huff of air through his nose before, with a great air of dignity, reaching down to slide the button that moved the seat forward. Dreadful, incessant buzzing filled the vehicle.

What seemed like an eternity later, Halt's feet found the pedals.

Shaking his head, the man put the car into gear. "Inconsiderate young people," he grumbled.

He should have gotten a shorter intern.

Super short, but I admit, it was rather fun playing the in the modern AU sandbox. Hope you enjoyed this tidbit of a piece.

-TrustTheCloak