Holly Short's new years resolutions
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fic. Except maybe Holly's notebook, but that's not important. A/N: I wrote this on a six-hour car journey down to Cornwall. It's very short; you have been warned!!
It was New Years Eve. Parties were going on all over Haven. Everyone seemed to be out enjoying themselves. Everyone except Holly Short. Holly was sitting at her desk in her LEP cubicle. She was cross, angry and jealous. Jealous of everyone having fun while she was doing paperwork. Why did she have to work when everyone was partying? That wasn't totally true. Commander Root and Foaly were around somewhere. But Holly had a sneaking suspicion it was because neither of them had been invited to a party and they wanted to make her suffer. Holly had been invited to her best friend Caitlin's disco. But she had to decline the invite. She was on standby at the LEP. She wasn't sure why she was needed because the place was dead. As nothing was happening, she opened her desk drawer and pulled out a notebook. She began to write...
New Years Resolutions
Try and be early, or at least on time for work. Root said if I am late one more time I will be fired. I think he was bluffing, but I can't take chances. To stop core diving. Why is it that all my hobbies are either illegal, put my job on the line or both? To try and be more polite. My foul mouth just gets me into more trouble. So far it has earned me two suspensions and a hefty fine. To listen to my superiors and obey their orders. It only gives Root more reason than usual to moan at me if I don't.
The door opening interrupted Holly. She hurriedly shut her notebook.
There were two reasons for this.
One: It was major blackmailing material.
And two: If that were Root at the door; he would demote her for being of
task.
Her commander walked in, followed by Foaly. Commander Root was carrying a
tray laden with Champagne and tree glasses.
"It's five to midnight Holly," Foaly said, unnecessarily.
"I felt guilty for making you work on New Years Eve." Root explained,
setting the tray down in a space on Holly's desk.
"Would you care in joining us in a toast?" He asked, popping the cork
from the bottle.
Holly agreed and Root poured the Champagne.
"To us!" said Foaly and they all clinked glasses.
At half past one, Root said Holly could leave early. She thanked him
gratefully and gathered up her belongings. She took the notebook from her
desk, ripping out the page that her resolutions were on and threw it into
the waste paper recycling disposal unit, by the door.
She'd never have kept them anyway!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fic. Except maybe Holly's notebook, but that's not important. A/N: I wrote this on a six-hour car journey down to Cornwall. It's very short; you have been warned!!
It was New Years Eve. Parties were going on all over Haven. Everyone seemed to be out enjoying themselves. Everyone except Holly Short. Holly was sitting at her desk in her LEP cubicle. She was cross, angry and jealous. Jealous of everyone having fun while she was doing paperwork. Why did she have to work when everyone was partying? That wasn't totally true. Commander Root and Foaly were around somewhere. But Holly had a sneaking suspicion it was because neither of them had been invited to a party and they wanted to make her suffer. Holly had been invited to her best friend Caitlin's disco. But she had to decline the invite. She was on standby at the LEP. She wasn't sure why she was needed because the place was dead. As nothing was happening, she opened her desk drawer and pulled out a notebook. She began to write...
New Years Resolutions
Try and be early, or at least on time for work. Root said if I am late one more time I will be fired. I think he was bluffing, but I can't take chances. To stop core diving. Why is it that all my hobbies are either illegal, put my job on the line or both? To try and be more polite. My foul mouth just gets me into more trouble. So far it has earned me two suspensions and a hefty fine. To listen to my superiors and obey their orders. It only gives Root more reason than usual to moan at me if I don't.
The door opening interrupted Holly. She hurriedly shut her notebook.
There were two reasons for this.
One: It was major blackmailing material.
And two: If that were Root at the door; he would demote her for being of
task.
Her commander walked in, followed by Foaly. Commander Root was carrying a
tray laden with Champagne and tree glasses.
"It's five to midnight Holly," Foaly said, unnecessarily.
"I felt guilty for making you work on New Years Eve." Root explained,
setting the tray down in a space on Holly's desk.
"Would you care in joining us in a toast?" He asked, popping the cork
from the bottle.
Holly agreed and Root poured the Champagne.
"To us!" said Foaly and they all clinked glasses.
At half past one, Root said Holly could leave early. She thanked him
gratefully and gathered up her belongings. She took the notebook from her
desk, ripping out the page that her resolutions were on and threw it into
the waste paper recycling disposal unit, by the door.
She'd never have kept them anyway!!!