An adventure to remember
Disclaimer: I do not own Tintin or any of the characters (except my OC). They all belong to Hergé.
Tintin x OC
Rating: K
Notice: This story wont follow the movie version to 100% accuracy.
Chapter 3
The next morning Amanda woke feeling refreshed although she had seen and been through things she'd never have to go through before. After a nice breakfast Amanda decided to go see Tintin and ask him if he still needed help with cleaning the apartment.
'Good morning.' Amanda said when Tintin opened his door.
'Good morning.' Tintin said while letting Amanda in to his apartment.
'I came by to see if you still wanted any help with cleaning your apartment from the events of yesterday.' Amanda said.
'Oh, that would be kind of you.' Tintin said. 'We can at least start with putting all the furniture back in place. Then we can put all the other things back.' Tintin said.
'Sounds like a plan.' Amanda said while walking to a chair to put it back on its feet.
As soon as the last furniture was back on its feet there was a knock on the door and when Tintin opened two almost identical gentlemen with bowler hats and canes entered.
'Good morning Tintin.' One of the men said.
'How are you today?' The other one said.
'Good morning Mr. Thompson and Mr. Thomson.' Tintin greeted the men. 'I'm good this morning. Amanda and I were just finishing putting some of my furniture back.' Tintin said.
At the mention of Amandas name the two gentlemen looked in her direction and greeted her too. Instead of listening to their conversation Amanda busied herself with more cleaning. Only when she heard one of the gentlemen blurt out something that sounded like kandabotan did she look in their direction. Before walking up to them Amanda finished putting some vases and books back into a bookshelf.
'Karaboudjan, isn't that an Armenian word?' Amanda asked reading the written word while making Tintin and the two gentlemen jump in surprise.
'Yeah it is.' Tintin said.
A noise from the stairs made Tintin, Amanda and one of the gentlemen go over and look. At the bottom of the stairs was the other gentleman. Not wanting to be in the way for the three of them Amanda returned to tidy up some more before walking down the stair where she heard Tintin say goodbye.
'It's more or less tidy now in your apartment.' Amanda said. The only thing left to tidy out is all your papers but I think you can do that on your own.' Amanda finished.
'Yeah, thank you for the help.' Tintin said. 'Is there anything I can do to make it up?' Tintin asked.
'I can't think of anything at the moment but as soon as I know I'll let you know.' Amanda said.
'That sounds like a go…' Tintin started but interrupted what he was about to say to go check out some noise down the street while Amanda stayed near the door.
Without noticing a van stopped and three men got out. Two of them were carrying a crate. Feeling a little cold Amanda was about to turn around and enter the building again when she saw Tintin walking back. Still oblivious to the men behind her Amanda walked up to Tintin.
'Did you find out what the noise was all about?' Amanda asked as they were about to enter the building.
'Yeah, it was Thompson and Thomson who ran into th…' Tintin said but was once again interrupted.
'Mr. Tin-tin?' The stranger asked.
'Yes.' Tintin said.
'We have a delivery for you.' The stranger said.
'But I haven't ordered anything.' Tintin said as he turned around. When he did the stranger put a rag over his face and was put in the crate the other two strangers were carrying. Before Amanda could react the same thing happened to her. The last thing she remembered before everything went black was the smell of chloride.
AN: Sorry this chapter is so short. Next one will be longer. Please read and review.