Title: Gossip
Author: Athena.
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Angst. Yada. Pain. Yada.
Pairings: None-ish
Spoilers: HEROES. Major heroes.
Season: Seven
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's all just gossip right now isn't it?
Author's notes: Had to write it. It's short.
Archive: Anywhere. I'm my own publicist.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
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Gossip
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It's all just gossip right now...isn't it?
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"So, have you met that special someone, Major?"
The highly intruding level of interrogation was finally getting to her, as she pursed her lips,
drawing in all the air around her slowly; and then tightening her face into a warning,
tooth grinding smile, she did so with great animosity.
"Major?" the camera-man flinched at her staring back though the lense, as he watched
the lines in her face, waiting for any expression to burst towards him with a fiery
and unwelcome conviction.
But there was nothing.
Her thoughts were else where, travelling from behind her pink-laced glass blue reflection
into the room behind them both. The room where a man lay unconscious, still pooling in blood
as it spat out of his wounds like running water; a sashay of doctors biting at his heals,
and poking at his bones, forgetting that a human being lay inside the body of their patient.
Impassioned eyes flew back to the un-welcome interrogator and she answered calmly, "No."
"Have you any light to shed concerning rumours of a romantic involvement between you and
Colonel O'Neill, your Commanding officer?" the man pressed once again, on a very unpredictable
button of her heart.
Her jaw tightened, straining as the haze in her eyes cleared for a second,
"It's all just gossip right now. Isn't it?" He faked smile caught the lense for a split second,
causing the reporter to retaliate.
"You tell me Major?"
"If you'll excuse me, I have some work to do."
If venom were a smile…
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Please feed
Athena
"Sir…um, can I have a look?"
"At what?"
"Let's just say you were…wounded." "Wow, it's a miracle."
"Crunches."
Author: Athena.
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Angst. Yada. Pain. Yada.
Pairings: None-ish
Spoilers: HEROES. Major heroes.
Season: Seven
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's all just gossip right now isn't it?
Author's notes: Had to write it. It's short.
Archive: Anywhere. I'm my own publicist.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
------------------
Gossip
----------------------------------------
It's all just gossip right now...isn't it?
-------------------------
"So, have you met that special someone, Major?"
The highly intruding level of interrogation was finally getting to her, as she pursed her lips,
drawing in all the air around her slowly; and then tightening her face into a warning,
tooth grinding smile, she did so with great animosity.
"Major?" the camera-man flinched at her staring back though the lense, as he watched
the lines in her face, waiting for any expression to burst towards him with a fiery
and unwelcome conviction.
But there was nothing.
Her thoughts were else where, travelling from behind her pink-laced glass blue reflection
into the room behind them both. The room where a man lay unconscious, still pooling in blood
as it spat out of his wounds like running water; a sashay of doctors biting at his heals,
and poking at his bones, forgetting that a human being lay inside the body of their patient.
Impassioned eyes flew back to the un-welcome interrogator and she answered calmly, "No."
"Have you any light to shed concerning rumours of a romantic involvement between you and
Colonel O'Neill, your Commanding officer?" the man pressed once again, on a very unpredictable
button of her heart.
Her jaw tightened, straining as the haze in her eyes cleared for a second,
"It's all just gossip right now. Isn't it?" He faked smile caught the lense for a split second,
causing the reporter to retaliate.
"You tell me Major?"
"If you'll excuse me, I have some work to do."
If venom were a smile…
-------------
Please feed
Athena
"Sir…um, can I have a look?"
"At what?"
"Let's just say you were…wounded." "Wow, it's a miracle."
"Crunches."