"Decoding Teen-Speak"
Summary: Harm has to take his 'daughter' to work today.
Note: Strange coincidence that I wrote two telephone stories in a row... Thanks for continuing to read and review katydid13 and bloodredcherry! I'm working on posting more sooner now that school's out, so enjoy.
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time.
Written 4 June 2004
Harm barely heard the knock on his office door over the steady stream of babble he'd become accustomed to that morning.
Mac stuck her head in. "No wonder your phone was busy," she said knowingly once she caught sight of Mattie leaning back in a chair, winding the phone cord around her finger.
"We have a meeting with the social worker this afternoon," Harm answered before she could ask why his ward was there. "What do you need?"
Mac approached the desk, still eying the teenager. "Do you have the Baker file?"
Harm looked through a stack of folders, quickly finding the one she requested. "Anything else?"
"Do you actually understand what she's saying?" Mac could speak several languages, but could barely recognize teenage English.
"Who? Mattie?" He shrugged, "Some of it. I've learned to tune out most of what she says on the phone. I only perk up if I hear my name now."
Summary: Harm has to take his 'daughter' to work today.
Note: Strange coincidence that I wrote two telephone stories in a row... Thanks for continuing to read and review katydid13 and bloodredcherry! I'm working on posting more sooner now that school's out, so enjoy.
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time.
Written 4 June 2004
Harm barely heard the knock on his office door over the steady stream of babble he'd become accustomed to that morning.
Mac stuck her head in. "No wonder your phone was busy," she said knowingly once she caught sight of Mattie leaning back in a chair, winding the phone cord around her finger.
"We have a meeting with the social worker this afternoon," Harm answered before she could ask why his ward was there. "What do you need?"
Mac approached the desk, still eying the teenager. "Do you have the Baker file?"
Harm looked through a stack of folders, quickly finding the one she requested. "Anything else?"
"Do you actually understand what she's saying?" Mac could speak several languages, but could barely recognize teenage English.
"Who? Mattie?" He shrugged, "Some of it. I've learned to tune out most of what she says on the phone. I only perk up if I hear my name now."