Spring-cleaning. It was Commander Julius Root's very least favorite
time of the year. The entire Recon building would be scrubbed and washed,
knees would give out, blood would be shed over the last scouring brush...
all to maintain a "professional appearance". Why could they not hire
janitors to do menial jobs such as this?
Root was no longer physically able to fit into the areas that needed the most attention, and he really did not feel like rearranging his entire office. This could explain why he was sitting back in his swivel chair, drinking coffee, and watching Foaly do Root's cleaning on his hands and knees. Root was paying the centaur for his labor, and since Foaly would do generally anything for money (which he felt the LEP was not paying him enough of), Root was free to do pretty much whatever he pleased.
Captain Holly Short entered his office, wearing a T-shirt and cut-off jeans, looking for all the world like a teenage Mud Woman. Root immediately stood up and attempted to look as though he'd been working, lest Holly think he was lazy. He got that feeling Holly had been giving him lately. He wanted badly to impress her. Holly raised an eyebrow at the sight of the centaur scrubbing the floor. "What a good example you're setting for us all, sir, having Foaly doing all of your work." She grinned.
Root's face took on its usual ruddy hue. "You're in a good mood today," he snapped, returning to his normal self. "And for your information, I am not paying Foaly to do my cleaning. In fact, I have no clue why Foaly is in my office. Foaly, get out! Why the hell are you in here and when did I invite you to crawl around under my desks?"
Foaly got up and brushed dust off of himself, glad to be leaving. Julius sure neglected his office. Holly smiled more widely and grabbed a mop. She exited, humming cheerfully as she went.
Root gazed after her as she left, watching the muscles ripple across her strong arms and legs. Why did his stomach seem to turn upside-down and his heart beat faster every time he looked at her?
Foaly gave him a strange look as he followed Holly out the door.
~*~
"Um, sir, your coffee's overflowing."
Root snapped to attention. "What?"
He had been gazing at Holly as she cleaned the floor of the break room while filling his coffee cup. He didn't notice the hot liquid running down his hands until Captain Trouble Kelp brought this to attention.
"D'Arvit," Root breathed, trying to clean coffee off himself.
The Captain stared at Root with a worried look on his face.
Root shook himself. 'Stop this,' his head told him. 'This is HOLLY. This is your officer. You pay her and she hates you. That's the only sort of relationship you two need to have. Quit acting like an idiot.'
'Shut up and let me watch her,' something else told his head. He loved the way her auburn hair gleamed reddish in the light.
No. Wait. This is still Holly we're talking about. Shut up, head. Quit acting like this. Leave me alone. NO. STOP.
"Both of you leave me alone," Root muttered, smacking his forehead. He was working too hard. Yes, that was it. Perhaps he'd take the day off tomorrow...
But Holly was pretty... he didn't know if he wanted to go a day without seeing her...
STOP IT!
Holly looked up from her cleaning to see Commander Root pummeling himself in the head and talking to himself. She supposed all that smoking had finally gotten to him. Holly hoped he didn't have a heart attack and die...
~*~
So... what did ya think? I'd really appreciate reviews, you may flame if you really must, but no non-constructive flames, please. Be kind to poor Chumani! ^.^
Root was no longer physically able to fit into the areas that needed the most attention, and he really did not feel like rearranging his entire office. This could explain why he was sitting back in his swivel chair, drinking coffee, and watching Foaly do Root's cleaning on his hands and knees. Root was paying the centaur for his labor, and since Foaly would do generally anything for money (which he felt the LEP was not paying him enough of), Root was free to do pretty much whatever he pleased.
Captain Holly Short entered his office, wearing a T-shirt and cut-off jeans, looking for all the world like a teenage Mud Woman. Root immediately stood up and attempted to look as though he'd been working, lest Holly think he was lazy. He got that feeling Holly had been giving him lately. He wanted badly to impress her. Holly raised an eyebrow at the sight of the centaur scrubbing the floor. "What a good example you're setting for us all, sir, having Foaly doing all of your work." She grinned.
Root's face took on its usual ruddy hue. "You're in a good mood today," he snapped, returning to his normal self. "And for your information, I am not paying Foaly to do my cleaning. In fact, I have no clue why Foaly is in my office. Foaly, get out! Why the hell are you in here and when did I invite you to crawl around under my desks?"
Foaly got up and brushed dust off of himself, glad to be leaving. Julius sure neglected his office. Holly smiled more widely and grabbed a mop. She exited, humming cheerfully as she went.
Root gazed after her as she left, watching the muscles ripple across her strong arms and legs. Why did his stomach seem to turn upside-down and his heart beat faster every time he looked at her?
Foaly gave him a strange look as he followed Holly out the door.
~*~
"Um, sir, your coffee's overflowing."
Root snapped to attention. "What?"
He had been gazing at Holly as she cleaned the floor of the break room while filling his coffee cup. He didn't notice the hot liquid running down his hands until Captain Trouble Kelp brought this to attention.
"D'Arvit," Root breathed, trying to clean coffee off himself.
The Captain stared at Root with a worried look on his face.
Root shook himself. 'Stop this,' his head told him. 'This is HOLLY. This is your officer. You pay her and she hates you. That's the only sort of relationship you two need to have. Quit acting like an idiot.'
'Shut up and let me watch her,' something else told his head. He loved the way her auburn hair gleamed reddish in the light.
No. Wait. This is still Holly we're talking about. Shut up, head. Quit acting like this. Leave me alone. NO. STOP.
"Both of you leave me alone," Root muttered, smacking his forehead. He was working too hard. Yes, that was it. Perhaps he'd take the day off tomorrow...
But Holly was pretty... he didn't know if he wanted to go a day without seeing her...
STOP IT!
Holly looked up from her cleaning to see Commander Root pummeling himself in the head and talking to himself. She supposed all that smoking had finally gotten to him. Holly hoped he didn't have a heart attack and die...
~*~
So... what did ya think? I'd really appreciate reviews, you may flame if you really must, but no non-constructive flames, please. Be kind to poor Chumani! ^.^