Title and Author ; Brewing Storms - Chapter Three - Becky
Disclaimer ; Much to my dismay, I own nothing, nobody, not a thing. I'm pretty sure I don't even own pie, because at this moment in time, I don't literally own pie.
Spoilers ; Nope. None. Not a thing.
Style : Nothing but Carby fuzz. What more can I say?
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The woman stared at him, her eyes searching his expression, his however, searching the counter in front.
" So, what'll it be?"
Apple? Or Bluberry? He couldn't decide. He'd been sent out, through the Chicago snow, to find them some dinner, and now, soon at least, he would be returning with pie. Coffee and pie.
What the hell.
" Ummmm...Both. Please."
The woman nodded, taking two pies from the rack and placing them in boxes.
" That'll be $5."
He handed her the money, took the two boxes, and exited, back outside into the cold, January air.
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She was curled up on the couch, a blanket, and a comforter wrapped around her shoulders, her chin resting atop her knees, and her brow creased into a frown as her eyes followed the televisioned pictures.
And he entered. Clad in his shirt, pants, sweater, coat, gloves, and scarf, two 'Doc Magoo's' boxes wrapped within his arms.
" Next time," He began, " You're going out there.."
Her eyes were not torn from the television, a silent mumble escaping from her throat.
" Well?"
Nothing.
" Y'know you could at least thank me..."
Still, nothing.
" Oh, I saw your mother on the way here, she's coming over..."
Now, a reaction. She turned to him, giving him the signature 'shut up Carter' look. He chuckled almost silently, walking to her, placing the boxes on the coffee table, and his form dropping to the welcoming couch.
" Whatcha' get?"
" Take a look..." He gestured to the boxes, leaning his head back against the cushion, waiting for her response. And it came.
" Ohhh....nice....two flavours?"
He nodded his head. "Couldn't decide."
" Oh."
Silence took over, both sitting on the couch, both wrapped with warmth, both facing eachother.
" You don't want it?" His question was aimed at the pie, the two flavours of pie sitting on the table, a slight pout appearing within his voice, and face.
" I was waiting for you." She shrugged, looking meaningfully at him.
" Okay." He reached forward, picking up the box, and placing it between them. "So, let's eat."
They sat, sharing glances at each other, and eating pie. Like they used to, like they had done, but this time, they were in their apartment, as husband, and as wife. And that, being husband and wife, was ten times better.
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Author's Notes ; Slightly longer, or maybe that's just my imagination? So now you know, they're Mr. and Mrs. Carter....but that's about all you do know. In actual fact, that's about all *I* know, and I'm the one writing this. This story, if you can call it that, seems to be a series of short Carby moments that spring to mind...and whether that's a good thing or a bad one, I'm not sure. But hey, that's how things are. You've come this far, you've probably read my boring 'author's notes' and you're too close to the review button to leave. What I'm trying to say is; please review! I need 'em!
