The Staring Technique
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Sam and Buck decided to drive his therapist nuts.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Sam wasn't sure who had the bright idea for Buck and him to meet up with his therapist. Definitely, the new guy….Fuck the new guy. He learned from experience that it is easier to stay out of it. He did make sure to watch her like a hawk. From his experience as a counselor and military man, military therapists suck. Any slip up on her part and she was out. He didn't care if it was part of his husband's terms.
No one is going to fuck with his husband. That is his job.
Now, there is a new guy. The new guy had to open his mouth.
That is why they are here.
Just staring at each other.
Honestly, they are always throwing one liners at each other. Everyone seemed to be thrown off by how they communicated with each other. They had their own way and he found that he liked it. So, did Buck. He liked romantic sentiments but he knew that it made his husband uncomfortable.
He wanted to go dig up some bodies when he saw the unsure look in Buck's eyes.
I hate you means I love you.
Golden Girls had a marathon meant I could not sleep.
Out to get that crappy coffee of yours means there is a villain attack and you should get your ass down here.
I ate the last of my sister's lasagna means I ate the last of my sister's lasagna.
His husband can be an asshole especially when it comes to his sister's cooking.
How long should we do this?
Buck said with an amused look.
I don't know until we get bored.
Buck smiled softly.
Competition, huh?
He fought not to start smiling.
We can't do this all day. We have work to do.
True.
Buck glanced over at the therapist, who stared at them like hawks. He grinned and tilted his head slightly. He fought a grin forming on his face and raised his eyebrow.
She is a therapist. She might not break.
Buck shrugged his shoulders.
We can try.
He almost laughed right there.
I won't break.
Okay…whatever.
Buck started grinning like his sister to make his favorite pie.
"Why are you grinning like that?" The therapist said.
Buck shrugged his shoulders but still had eat shit grin on his face. He grinned at him.
Be nice.
His husband's smile got bigger.
We are going to be here all day if you keep doing that.
He shrugged his left shoulder.
"Are you two even paying attention?" The therapist said. He could hear the annoyance in her voice. He rolled his eyes.
No.
Buck looked like that he wanted to laugh.
"You two think that this is a joke?" The therapist said in frustration.
He tilted his head and looked at her.
Yes, he did. This wasn't a therapy. This was a joke. The miracle question?
He knew it and he knew where to use it but this situation…hell no.
He felt Buck's knee brush against his. His head jerked toward his husband, who gave him a concern look. He shook his head no slightly and Buck frowned.
You want to end this?
He nodded.
Yes.
Staring game?
He nodded his head and started at Buck which wasn't very hard.
His husband is easy on the eyes.
Buck stared right back.
One minute….
Two minutes….
Three minutes…
"Oh my god, this isn't a game?!" The therapist shouted.
He glanced over at the woman as he got to his feet.
"It isn't but we don't have time for this," He said.
"He's right. We will reschedule this after the end of world…again," Bucky said as he followed his lead.
She sighed.
"Fine…Fine…"
"Until next time, doc." Bucky said with a wave.
They left the room before Bucky spoke again.
"That was fun."
"You just like to look at my pretty face," He said back.
"You have a pretty face, doll," Buck answered back.
"You aren't too bad to look at yourself," He said as his face started to flush.
His husband grinned at him as he gave him a look.
I hate you.
I hate you right back.
End
A/N: So, today is my birthday...and I thought that I give you guys some gifts. :D This is mix of that scene and my own take for our favorite couple. Thank for the wonderful support over the years. Your kudos, reviews, bookmarks are much loved. Thank you so much. Read and Review if you wish.