Wha-
Hey! It wasn’t me! The shite hot chocolate you buy is too sweet for my taste. I may have had a cup, but other than that, nope.
Go investigate Desmond, or something. Or maybe Lucy’s hiding something.
Yeah, prove it’s not you first. You say you don’t like sweet stuff but I’ve seen the booze you drink.
That’s a good kind of sweet. Your hot chocolate is quite the… the nasty type of sweet, Rebecca.
You’re the nasty type of sweet, Shaun.
Haha! Well aren’t you cute.
Lucy stifles a yawn and steps away to allow Shaun to work. She props herself on the edge of her desk and watches as he sets the kettle down.
“Well,” she considers his statement for a moment before nodding. “I am tired.” She tries again to stifle the yawn but fails. “I haven’t been sleeping well lately. Between worrying about this whole… Thing and listening to Desmond—” She trails off and shakes her head, trying not to think about it. She puts on a smile and shrugs, as if it’s nothing to be concerned with. “You just focus on keeping us on point with those database entries.”
“At least you’re not wasting time. It’s important that we stay on task.” Shaun nods at her, leaning against the counter. “The more time Desmond rests, well, the more precious time we lose in moving forward.” He tries to keep a straight face, not letting his annoyance show in his expression. It probably doesn’t work.
“But I can do that. Also, the last Assassins I kept in touch with on the field… Abstergo is raising their numbers. There’s more of them prowling the streets, ready to ponce on any known faces. We have to be careful, more than so, Lucy.” He takes off his glasses, rubbing them on the corner of his sweater.
Lucy sat back in her chair, staring at her computer. Her head had begun to pound and her vision to blur, but still she sat with her fingers poised on the keyboard, ready to type.
Go to bed, she told herself but did not move. You won’t get anything done if you stay up any more.
Stifling a yawn, Lucy reached out and punched the power button on her computer. She rubbed her neck and began to push her papers into files and desk drawers. She’d left her desk a mess the night before in a rush to get to bed and had regretted it all day. So, slowly and exhausted, she began to organize her desk - returning papers to their proper spots, pens to their drawers.
Shaun could hear Lucy getting ready to leave. She had spent hours, Shaun had stopped counting after three, at her computer and after a certain point, things had fallen silent. He understands. It gets to the point sometimes where nothing can be achieved, no matter how hard you try. It’s frustrating, and Lucy’s the queen of frustration. But she always overcomes it. Better than Rebecca does anyways. She doesn’t have to hit things before carrying on.
“Do you want some tea, Lucy?” Shaun calls out, cracking his knuckles as he hits ‘save’ on the document file, exiting out of the database. He turns around on his stool, hands in his lap, relaxed and at ease. For once, Desmond isn’t screaming. “We all have to make do, since there isn’t an espresso maker around.”
Hopefully she isn’t cranky tonight. Honestly, for seven years with Rebecca, there was always that one intolerable week and Shaun remembers reading somewhere that women who spend a lot of time together… they, well, they share cycles. The thought sends a chill down Shaun’s spine. The whole idea is like a horror movie-
Okay, switching thoughts now.
She glances up at him and manages a small smile. Despite her exhaustion, the tea does sound inviting and for all she knows, Shaun wants to talk. A captain must must always be there for his (or her) soldiers, she thinks and stops.
“Tea sounds good, Shaun.” She finishes her organizing and walks around to the front of her desk letting her fingers drag along the surface. Almost without thought, she walks to the make-shift kitchen they’ve set up and begins looking for the tea despite not knowing where anything is in her delirious state. “What kind do you want?” She calls before quietly adding to herself, “what kind do we have?”
“Allow me. Take a seat.” Shaun slips off his seat and walks over to where the blonde stands, opening a white opaque container to pull out the teabags. “I could only get Earle Grey last time I went out. I think I actually just picked a random one off the shelf, so I’m not entirely sure, since it’s been here a while.” Shaun laughs awkwardly, turning on the small portable stove before filling the kettle with water and placing it down.
Reaching into a cabinet, he pulls out a small red teapot and sets it on the counter. “You look… tired.” Shaun struggles to find a word that isn’t too demeaning to their team leader. Had it been Rebecca, he would have flat out told her she looked like shit. But he knew Lucy was in no state to be fucked around with. He respected her and her decisions - and if her decision making faltered, the team would suffer for it. Well, they were suffering regardless but it was nice to suffer a bit less.
Wha-
Hey! It wasn’t me! The shite hot chocolate you buy is too sweet for my taste. I may have had a cup, but other than that, nope.
Go investigate Desmond, or something. Or maybe Lucy’s hiding something.
Yeah, prove it’s not you first. You say you don’t like sweet stuff but I’ve seen the booze you drink.
That’s a good kind of sweet. Your hot chocolate is quite the… the nasty type of sweet, Rebecca.
Lucy sat back in her chair, staring at her computer. Her head had begun to pound and her vision to blur, but still she sat with her fingers poised on the keyboard, ready to type.
Go to bed, she told herself but did not move. You won’t get anything done if you stay up any more.
Stifling a yawn, Lucy reached out and punched the power button on her computer. She rubbed her neck and began to push her papers into files and desk drawers. She’d left her desk a mess the night before in a rush to get to bed and had regretted it all day. So, slowly and exhausted, she began to organize her desk - returning papers to their proper spots, pens to their drawers.
Shaun could hear Lucy getting ready to leave. She had spent hours, Shaun had stopped counting after three, at her computer and after a certain point, things had fallen silent. He understands. It gets to the point sometimes where nothing can be achieved, no matter how hard you try. It’s frustrating, and Lucy’s the queen of frustration. But she always overcomes it. Better than Rebecca does anyways. She doesn’t have to hit things before carrying on.
“Do you want some tea, Lucy?” Shaun calls out, cracking his knuckles as he hits ‘save’ on the document file, exiting out of the database. He turns around on his stool, hands in his lap, relaxed and at ease. For once, Desmond isn’t screaming. “We all have to make do, since there isn’t an espresso maker around.”
Hopefully she isn’t cranky tonight. Honestly, for seven years with Rebecca, there was always that one intolerable week and Shaun remembers reading somewhere that women who spend a lot of time together… they, well, they share cycles. The thought sends a chill down Shaun’s spine. The whole idea is like a horror movie-
Okay, switching thoughts now.
Has anyone seen the hot chocolate I bought last week? I thought I put it under my desk, but I can’t find it.
#read: okay who took my hot chocolate
Knowing this group’s record with taking food that doesn’t belong to them, I’d check with Shaun.
How many times am I allowed to hit him, and what body parts are off limits?
Head and hands, he needs both for the database. Otherwise, at least check with him first. No need to beat him up if he’s not at fault.
Wha-
Hey! It wasn’t me! The shite hot chocolate you buy is too sweet for my taste. I may have had a cup, but other than that, nope.
Go investigate Desmond, or something. Or maybe Lucy’s hiding something.
Anyone care to watch Moulin Rouge avec moi? I have some time to kill.
Only if you’re gonna drink
You know, I can be fun too when I don’t drink, Rebecca.
Anyone care to watch Moulin Rouge avec moi? I have some time to kill.
If you had said yes, that might have troubled me.
This is a Shaun Hastings appreciation blog.
(Source: vimiri, via crane-rebecca)
Anyone care to watch Moulin Rouge avec moi? I have some time to kill.
