Disclaimer: I do not own GeneratorREX – if I did the show would definitely be ranked R rather than PG.
Warnings: None
A/N1: Fanfic is loosely based on a true story.
Sandwiches
By your-biohazardous-friend
It was a dead night at Providence headquarters. Only few agents were making their rounds about sterile-white corridors of the organization.
Caesar frowned and huffed at closed doors in front of him. It was frustrating that he always had problems with fitting in to the ridiculous timing of Providence cafeteria. Didn't they have night-shifts or something? It wasn't his fault that once he settled his mind on something, he had to continue working! Normally, it wouldn't be any problem, since Caesar always have had iron-rations of all variety of instant soups and chocolate bars stashed around his pod. But before he noticed, all the food he had was gone – mostly in Rex's stomach – and thus Caesar found himself relying even more (than just using a toilet and shower) on the organization.
"Caesar, doc? Is everything all right?" Caesar almost jumped off his skin as southern accented voice suddenly asked behind his back. Latin scientist immediately turned around just to recognized the man who, several weeks ago, had helped him to move most of his devices from his lab to Providence hangar.
"oh, it's you" black-haired scientist hesitated "lieutenant… Callen?"
"Captain Calan" the man corrected "you were close enough though. Can I ask you, sir, what are you doing in the middle of the night in front of cafeteria's closed doors?"
"I'm getting a dinner" Caesar answered bluntly.
"At 3 A.M.?" Calan raised his brows skeptically.
"and what you're doing in the 3 A.M. in front of closed cafeteria?"
"going rounds" the solider made a circles with his index finger in the air "you know: Guarding duty" After a while of silence Calan added "anyway – cafeteria is visibly closed… but I still have some sandwiches left – they might be a little bit beaten-up but definitely still eatable… if you want them of course"
Before Caesar could answer any way, Calan reached to one of his multiply pockets of his uniform and got visibly flattened sandwiches wrapped in silver foil.
"From when Providence agents get sandwiches as rations?"
"we don't. I had a mission in middle Europe today" the man admitted "a swarm of E.V.O.s got our ship. All food rations were blown up, as those devils got to the engine."
"that doesn't explain the sandwiches" Caesar said unwrapping the foil and peeking between slices of bread.
"some civilians took care of us as we waited for a back-up, they had given us some spare blankets, food and something hot to drink. Tended the minor wounds. They also prepared lot's of sandwi-"
"cucumber" Caesar interrupted closing the sandwich and wrapping it back with displeased look.
"pardon?" Calan's brown shoot up again being completely confused.
"I hate cucumbers in sandwiches; they always become flabby – disgusting" The scientist complained giving back the food. Calan mechanically took the sandwich. After a while of heavy silence Caesar decided it's high time for him to go.
"If I eat the cucumber will you eat the rest, sir?" Salazar stopped in his tracks upon hearing this question, eyeing the solider.
"que?" Caesar gawked at the blond who, without further ado, unwrapped the sandwich again carefully peeling the content from the slices of cucumber eating them in progress.
"here you are, doc" Calan said after finishing the task giving the scientist the food in question "if you excuse me – I have a work to do"
With those words the captain left – leaving dumbstruck Latin-American with several sandwiches in his hands.
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