"Trading Favors"
Summary: The computer ate Mattie's homework, and Harm will go to great lengths to help her get it back.
Note: I gave up reading fan fiction for Lent, so writing is currently my only outlet when I need to escape from the world for a while. Thanks for taking the time to type a few kind words about my little stories!
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time. Even though Trading Spaces somewhat inspired the title, I do not own that show, either.
Written 18 March 2004
*****
"Bud, I need your help," Harm said as soon as his friend answered the phone.
In the background, Bud heard a female voice scream, "Give me back my essay, you dumb machine!"
"Computer problems?" he quickly guessed.
"It ate Mattie's paper," Harm sighed. "She needs it for tomorrow."
Bud hesitated, "I don't mind looking at it, but it's late..."
"I'll bring it to you."
"Harriet and the boys are in bed..."
"I'll pay."
"I couldn't take your money, sir."
"How about I take care of the boys?"
"I don't know..."
"For an entire weekend?"
This time, Bud paused to consider the offer before declining again, "Harriet doesn't like letting the boys out of her sight much since AJ ran away..."
"You can take my Corvette."
The other end was silent. A smile of triumph started to creep onto Harm's face.
"I think I can convince her to let you watch them."
"You're the best, Bud."
Summary: The computer ate Mattie's homework, and Harm will go to great lengths to help her get it back.
Note: I gave up reading fan fiction for Lent, so writing is currently my only outlet when I need to escape from the world for a while. Thanks for taking the time to type a few kind words about my little stories!
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time. Even though Trading Spaces somewhat inspired the title, I do not own that show, either.
Written 18 March 2004
*****
"Bud, I need your help," Harm said as soon as his friend answered the phone.
In the background, Bud heard a female voice scream, "Give me back my essay, you dumb machine!"
"Computer problems?" he quickly guessed.
"It ate Mattie's paper," Harm sighed. "She needs it for tomorrow."
Bud hesitated, "I don't mind looking at it, but it's late..."
"I'll bring it to you."
"Harriet and the boys are in bed..."
"I'll pay."
"I couldn't take your money, sir."
"How about I take care of the boys?"
"I don't know..."
"For an entire weekend?"
This time, Bud paused to consider the offer before declining again, "Harriet doesn't like letting the boys out of her sight much since AJ ran away..."
"You can take my Corvette."
The other end was silent. A smile of triumph started to creep onto Harm's face.
"I think I can convince her to let you watch them."
"You're the best, Bud."