Title: A favor.
Author: Rodlox.
Summary: Tom torments Marco.
POV: Tom.
Note: this is my 7th 4400 fanfic.
Spoilers: Any s1 episodes where Tom witnesses Diana/Marco ship.
Author's notes: Yep, Tom's being an evil bugger.
Here he is I think to myself as I walk into the Theory Room. There's just me and him in here now, since everyone else's gone to lunch. "Got a question for you, Marco," I say.
"Go ahead," he says.
"If I asked you for a favor, what'd you say?"
"I'd say I'd think about it."
"And if I asked you to do a favor for Diana, what'd you say?" I bet I know what he'd say.
"What's she need?" abruptly attentive. Yep, thought so.
"So you wouldn't need time to --"
"I wouldn't think twice about it."
"So you'd think once before agreeing to what she needed?"
As he alternates between opening and shutting his mouth, I nod to myself. Yep, he's got it bad. I remember when I was like that. Marco's a lucky guy to be feeling that way.
"Just wanted to check," I tell him, and he shuts his mouth, glaring at me from behind those glasses of his. "By the way, you might want to get yourself a soda from the machine down the hall," since I've yet to see any evidence of food and drink in the Theory Room. Based on how he's bolting out the door and down the hall...oh no, did he think I meant Diana was at the soda machine?
the end.