Title: Roomies
Author: Gaeriel Mallory
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters still aren't mine.
Note: For TTH's Fic-for-all #203 Wesley/Methos
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Methos groaned and pulled his pillow over his head, attempting to block out the sound of the phone ringing. Reaching onto the ground, he felt under his bed, grabbing hold of a paperback book which he threw in the general direction of the other bed in the room.
His roommate woke with a yelp and a muttered curse.
"Answer your damn phone, Wesley!" Methos growled. Why did he feel the need to live on college housing again? And why hadn't he insisted on a single when he had the chance? Oh right. He was closer to the university library this way and he was an idiot, respectively. Dammit, he was over five thousand years old and he still had to deal with a prat of a roommate.
The ringing stopped. Hallelujah. Burrowing himself deeper into his blankets, he drifted back peacefully into sleep. At least, that was the plan. He could ignore Wesley's hushed murmurings to whoever was on the other line. He could even ignore to a certain extent the curt sharp tones that the earlier murmurs mutated into. What he could not pretend not to hear was the slamming of the phone back into its cradle and the loud cursing.
Pulling back his pillow just enough so that one eye was able to peer across the room, he regarded Wesley warily. "And just who was that?"
Wesley ran a hand angrily through his hair. "My mother. She has taken it upon herself to adopt my poor family-less roommate and invite you to Christmas dinner." He crawled back into his bed. "I hope you like dysfunctional family arguments with your holiday turkey, Adam."
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