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shanachie_quill) wrote2011-01-25 10:53 pm
shanachie_quill) wrote2011-01-25 10:53 pm
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FIC Morning Meeting
Title: Morning Meeting
Characters: Henry Foss, Will Zimmerman
Fandom: Sanctuary
Summary: Dealing with Will with a sense of humor.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Evil sense of humor
Disclaimer: Nothing and no one belongs to me.
Author's Note: So![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kaitlia777 was giving me shirt and other ideas for her story a couple months ago (yes, I know, I STILL owe you that story) and then tonight emocezi was showing me things on thinkgeek and I remembered this…and yeah my brain is a scary place. But hey! It’s almost a drabble. Only 112 words!
Will didn’t look up as someone walked into his office and almost threw himself into the chair in front of the desk. “I’m glad someone’s willing to make it to the meeting on time,” he said. Setting the file down, he finally met Henry’s eyes and found the HAP almost overly engaged in something on his tablet. “Henry? We can do this faster if you actually speak to me.”
Henry heaved a sigh, but lowering the tablet and revealing his shirt. “Fine.”
Will blinked as he read the white on black writing emblazoned across the other man’s chest. “Really, man?”
“Make me suffer through this and deal with my shirt,” Henry replied.
Henry’s shirt
Characters: Henry Foss, Will Zimmerman
Fandom: Sanctuary
Summary: Dealing with Will with a sense of humor.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Evil sense of humor
Disclaimer: Nothing and no one belongs to me.
Author's Note: So
kaitlia777 was giving me shirt and other ideas for her story a couple months ago (yes, I know, I STILL owe you that story) and then tonight emocezi was showing me things on thinkgeek and I remembered this…and yeah my brain is a scary place. But hey! It’s almost a drabble. Only 112 words!Will didn’t look up as someone walked into his office and almost threw himself into the chair in front of the desk. “I’m glad someone’s willing to make it to the meeting on time,” he said. Setting the file down, he finally met Henry’s eyes and found the HAP almost overly engaged in something on his tablet. “Henry? We can do this faster if you actually speak to me.”
Henry heaved a sigh, but lowering the tablet and revealing his shirt. “Fine.”
Will blinked as he read the white on black writing emblazoned across the other man’s chest. “Really, man?”
“Make me suffer through this and deal with my shirt,” Henry replied.
Henry’s shirt
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