Title: Christmas Dinner
Series: Winter Tidings
Author: Jmaria
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Someone else does
Pairing: FFA #482 Charles Gunn/Kevin Girardi (Joan of Arcadia)
Christmas Dinner
"Do you think you should be taxing your weak mortal body that way?" Illyria demanded, her head cocked to the side.
"You'll have to excuse my associate. She's not from around here." Charles Gunn feigned a laugh. Yeah, Big Blue was gonna mess this up good. "If you'll excuse us for just one moment."
Gunn wheeled his chair away from the table and waited for Illyria to follow. He opened the door and allowed her to exit first. Once the door was securely shut, he started talking very fast and very low.
"What have I told you before, Blue?"
"That I am to feign incompetence around the weak humans."
"Yeah, that too. But to not comment on my handicap as a taxation. I'm trying to help these people and I cannot have them think my handicap is going to keep me from doing my job."
"I was not. I was speaking to the mortal in the corner, in a chair such as yours."
"Damn, Blue."
Sure enough, the dark haired man wheeled himself over to his parents. Gunn swore under his breath. This wasn't the first time Big Blue had cost him a job in the months since the battle behind the Hyperion. That and the Senior Partners had black listed him in L.A. So now he was in Arcadia, on the night before Christmas Eve, trying to get the case.
"That one listens to an Old one." Illyria cocked her head at what Gunn could only assume was the potential clients daughter, walked by.
"What are you going on about?"
"Um, Mr. Gunn?" The dark haired man in the wheel chair pulled up beside him.
"Call me Gunn."
"Yeah, are you still interested in taking our case?"
"Of course."
"Good, cause my sister, Joan, just invited you to Christmas dinner." Kevin Girardi paused for a beat. "I can understand if you don't want to take the job."
"Is her cooking inadequate?" Illyria demanded.
"Yeah, but she's not cooking." Kevin grinned up at her.