Fic - Like Before
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shadowknightTitle: Like Before
Rating: PG
Universe: Home
Timeline: Labour Day, 2006
Written: September, 2006
Summary: Nance and Rick's vacation is interrupted by a storm. Written for the prompt Summer Rain.
There were a few things about Earth life that Nan-Cy believed she was very certain of; summers, for example, weren't supposed to be this damn cold, unless they were Scott on a particularly bad day. Scott was many hundreds of miles away now, probably tucked in a snug little corner of the estate where the weather was always tropical. Maybe in the Danger Room running some Hawaiian program, where there would at least be a chance that a virtual volcano might erupt.
The closest thing to a beach that Nan-Cy could here see was the rain drenched concrete below. She pulled her light green fleece jacket closer as she pressed her free hand up against the chilled glass of the hotel window.
“This sucks!” she exclaimed into the window. It was like proclaiming the fact to the whole city at once and hoping that somebody out there hadn't been hardened by the weather enough to stop caring. She gazed down at the streets and sidewalks for a long moment. The traffic below still managed to plow forward through the growing puddles, not even stopping to catch its breath.
“This is normal Toronto weather,” A lone male voice called back. She knew that the voice couldn't be far off, only a few feet behind her at most.
Nan-Cy turned around on her heels, facing the geek sitting on the foot of the plush bed. He hadn't even looked over to talk to her, deciding instead to keep his attention focused elsewhere.
“Rick, it's summer! Labour day, even!” she said as she waved her arms in futility. “It's the last day for the CNE and I'm stuck in a freaking hotel room!”
Rick lifted up the television remote and pointed at the generously sized TV that the hotel had provided. “And Space has a Star Trek marathon on today. That's not a waste of an afternoon.” He patted the spot beside him.
Nan-Cy thoughtfully glanced at the space beside Rick, digging her feet into the carpet with hesitation. Compared to standing beside the window and looking out at the violent sky, bed was inviting; warm, comfy, safe. It also meant admitting Rick was right about not sightseeing this afternoon, something she didn't want to own up to. This was their first real vacation as a couple and he wanted to waste it watching television.
He did invite her, though, and she had made a point about spending more time together earlier.
It barely took a moment for her to act, giving no warning as she leaped from her lookout onto the bed. The landing was clean, even though Rick had no time to react, and she smirked as she bounced on the bed gently.
“You're such a whiner when you want attention.” Rick said as he folded his arms with the remote control still firmly in his grasp. “Dibs on the remote.”
“Dibs on you,” Nan-Cy threw her arms around the geek, taking a moment to snuggle in for the long haul. She finally nestled herself against his side and let out an weary sigh. “Please don't tell me that all of the summer is like this here.”
The cuddle didn't even cause Rick to flinch; he even welcomed it by placing his arm across Nan-Cy's shoulders. “It doesn't rain enough flood like in Waterworld, but there's quite a few big storms like this. It's what happens when hurricanes die down. I miss them, in a way...” His mind drifted off for a few seconds, snapping back as the arm wrapped around Nan-Cy started jittering. Her fleece-muffled snickering could barely be heard, but the shaking made what was happening clear to Rick. “Stop laughing!”
“I'm not laughing!”
“You are! I can feel it!”
It was a struggle for Nan-Cy to keep her shoulders still enough to make the lie plausible. She pulled herself closer, bracing deeper against Rick's side. “Then stop waxing poetic about crappy weather.”
Pulling his eyes off the screen, Rick glanced down at the now tightly clinging woman. “But it's my weather! This is what I grew up with! It...” He stopped, leaving the sentence hanging.
Chancing a look up, Nan-Cy's eyes met with his. “It what?”
“It sucks.”
“Agreed.”
Rating: PG
Universe: Home
Timeline: Labour Day, 2006
Written: September, 2006
Summary: Nance and Rick's vacation is interrupted by a storm. Written for the prompt Summer Rain.
There were a few things about Earth life that Nan-Cy believed she was very certain of; summers, for example, weren't supposed to be this damn cold, unless they were Scott on a particularly bad day. Scott was many hundreds of miles away now, probably tucked in a snug little corner of the estate where the weather was always tropical. Maybe in the Danger Room running some Hawaiian program, where there would at least be a chance that a virtual volcano might erupt.
The closest thing to a beach that Nan-Cy could here see was the rain drenched concrete below. She pulled her light green fleece jacket closer as she pressed her free hand up against the chilled glass of the hotel window.
“This sucks!” she exclaimed into the window. It was like proclaiming the fact to the whole city at once and hoping that somebody out there hadn't been hardened by the weather enough to stop caring. She gazed down at the streets and sidewalks for a long moment. The traffic below still managed to plow forward through the growing puddles, not even stopping to catch its breath.
“This is normal Toronto weather,” A lone male voice called back. She knew that the voice couldn't be far off, only a few feet behind her at most.
Nan-Cy turned around on her heels, facing the geek sitting on the foot of the plush bed. He hadn't even looked over to talk to her, deciding instead to keep his attention focused elsewhere.
“Rick, it's summer! Labour day, even!” she said as she waved her arms in futility. “It's the last day for the CNE and I'm stuck in a freaking hotel room!”
Rick lifted up the television remote and pointed at the generously sized TV that the hotel had provided. “And Space has a Star Trek marathon on today. That's not a waste of an afternoon.” He patted the spot beside him.
Nan-Cy thoughtfully glanced at the space beside Rick, digging her feet into the carpet with hesitation. Compared to standing beside the window and looking out at the violent sky, bed was inviting; warm, comfy, safe. It also meant admitting Rick was right about not sightseeing this afternoon, something she didn't want to own up to. This was their first real vacation as a couple and he wanted to waste it watching television.
He did invite her, though, and she had made a point about spending more time together earlier.
It barely took a moment for her to act, giving no warning as she leaped from her lookout onto the bed. The landing was clean, even though Rick had no time to react, and she smirked as she bounced on the bed gently.
“You're such a whiner when you want attention.” Rick said as he folded his arms with the remote control still firmly in his grasp. “Dibs on the remote.”
“Dibs on you,” Nan-Cy threw her arms around the geek, taking a moment to snuggle in for the long haul. She finally nestled herself against his side and let out an weary sigh. “Please don't tell me that all of the summer is like this here.”
The cuddle didn't even cause Rick to flinch; he even welcomed it by placing his arm across Nan-Cy's shoulders. “It doesn't rain enough flood like in Waterworld, but there's quite a few big storms like this. It's what happens when hurricanes die down. I miss them, in a way...” His mind drifted off for a few seconds, snapping back as the arm wrapped around Nan-Cy started jittering. Her fleece-muffled snickering could barely be heard, but the shaking made what was happening clear to Rick. “Stop laughing!”
“I'm not laughing!”
“You are! I can feel it!”
It was a struggle for Nan-Cy to keep her shoulders still enough to make the lie plausible. She pulled herself closer, bracing deeper against Rick's side. “Then stop waxing poetic about crappy weather.”
Pulling his eyes off the screen, Rick glanced down at the now tightly clinging woman. “But it's my weather! This is what I grew up with! It...” He stopped, leaving the sentence hanging.
Chancing a look up, Nan-Cy's eyes met with his. “It what?”
“It sucks.”
“Agreed.”
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