It had been yet another busy day at Olivia Pope and associates, and with Olivia Pope herself at Camp David, things didn't run as smoothly as they should have. Even with Harrison in charge, everyone seemed to be off a beat. It had been storming all day, the windows reflected the dark grey sky that hung over D.C. like a blanket. The office felt gloomy and dull, even though there was never actually a dull moment. Today's client was a man named Thomas Walker, who worked for the Treasury. He had been caught dealing cocaine on federal grounds.
Harrison was busy handling the PR bit of this scandal, talking to reporters and journalists who had congregated outside the Walker residence. Abby was working directly with Thomas, trying to find any and all of the people on the other side of the drug sales. It was a slow and painstaking process, but she knew that with this evidence, they could attempt to change the media's narrative, knock the news off their feet and hit hard again before they have the chance to fully regain their footing. Huck and Quinn were trying to get into the server to which all of the security cameras with evidence of the drug trafficking were filtered into. They sat side by side in the conference room, typing away on their laptops.
"Want some coffee?" Quinn asked as she stood up and started toward the coffee maker.
"Uh, sure." Huck said back without looking up from his screen. Quinn poured them both a strong cup of coffee. She loaded hers with cream and sugar, but knew Huck liked his coffee black. She walked back to the table, carful not to spill anything on her royal blue button-down and grey slacks. She handed him his cup, but Huck couldn't get a good grip on it. The glass mug fell to the ground and shattered.
"Shit!" Huck murmured as he bent down to pick up the broken glass. Quinn bent down beside him to help clean up the mess.
"Careful, the glass is everywhere." he said. But just as he got his last word out, Quinn's hand landed on a shard of glass, slicing her palm. She quickly stood up and looked around for something to hold against her bleeding hand. Huck stood, grabbed her uninjured hand and guided her to the bathroom.
"I think there's a first aid kit in here somewhere..." Huck said, half to himself, half to Quinn, who stood over the sink running water over her hand. He recovered the first aid kit and brought it over to Quinn. "Let me see your hand."
"I don't think it's that bad Huck-" Quinn started to protest, but he interrupted her.
"You don't need stitches, but you should bandage it." Huck stated as he rummaged through the contents of the first aid kit. He pulled out some gauze, Neosporin, a roll of bandage, some medical tape and a pair of scissors. Gently, he took her hand in his and began applying the Neosporin. Her breath hitched when their hands made contact; Huck's touch was so gentle, so careful. Huck was so focused on the task at hand, literally. He felt like it was his responsibility to help Quinn. In a way, he was like an older brother, the Batman to her Robin, her mentor. Huck had taken Quinn under his wing from day one, teaching her and guiding her, trying his hardest to steer her in the right direction.
Quinn looked at Huck as he worked, studied the details of his face. His eyebrows furrowed, his mouth in a straight line. She noticed, for the first time, all of his perfect imperfections. Quinn felt a little more for Huck than just brother-sister. It wasn't a feeling easily recognizable to Quinn, it was more an ache that came from her core, somewhere deep inside.
"There." Huck said as he secured the bandage around her hand with medical tape, satisfied with his work. Quinn inspected her hand before dropping it at her side.
"Thanks Huck."
She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Several thoughts ran through her head, the most significant one being "Shit, did I really just do that?"
"Um, sorry I just… sorry." Quinn stumbled over her own words.
Huck gazed at her, and before he could convince himself otherwise, he was leaning in for another. This time on her lips. It lasted for a few seconds, and was packed with emotion. Passion, unsureness, sincerity, wonder.
They pulled away, and Quinn flashed a grin. Huck gave a hint of a smile.
"That was…" Quinn started.
"Good. It felt… good." Huck finished for her.
"Yeah, it felt nice." Quinn replied. "Uh, we better-"
"Go, yeah we should get going."
"Uh, thank you, again." Quinn said.
"No, thank you." Huck said back.
