Theme Challenge #6: Bond
#6: Bond
Rating: PG
Pairing: None
Word Count: 277
Warnings: None
The kitchen is a complete mess. There’s flour on the curtains, the ceiling is going to be stained forever with melted chocolate, and there’s a distinct possibility that none of them will ever be able to look at frosting again without having post-traumatic stress disorder related flashbacks.
Hank tries to wrestle the electric eggbeater to the ground as Sean frantically sprays the flaming stove with a fire extinguisher. Alex has smudges of food coloring on his face and Raven is picking multi-colored sprinkles up from where they’ve fallen off the counter, coating the floor. The air is filled with smoke and the scent of burning. Something that may once have been a cake sits on the counter, soggy and charred simultaneously.
Erik and Charles are frozen in the doorway, staring at the scene of utter chaos in front of them. Raven glances up from the candy-covered linoleum and grins sheepishly.
“Uh… hey. Happy birthday, Erik.” She glances around the room at the others. “You guys might want to take a walk or something. Come back in a few hours, ‘kay? We’ve got this under control.”
“Totally under control.” Sean gives them a thumbs-up and then curses as the fire flares up again, unleashing a jet of pressurized chemicals from the extinguisher. Charles and Erik retreat as quickly as possible, but they only manage to keep straight faces until they’re out in the hallway.
“Should we call the fire department?” Charles gasps out between bursts of laughter, doubled over and holding his stomach. “Just to be safe?”
“I think we’d better.” Erik grins, one of his rare genuine smiles. They start off down the hallway together, leaning on each other heavily and shaking with mirth.
Charles giggles. “Well, at least they’re bonding.”
Rating: PG
Pairing: None
Word Count: 277
Warnings: None
The kitchen is a complete mess. There’s flour on the curtains, the ceiling is going to be stained forever with melted chocolate, and there’s a distinct possibility that none of them will ever be able to look at frosting again without having post-traumatic stress disorder related flashbacks.
Hank tries to wrestle the electric eggbeater to the ground as Sean frantically sprays the flaming stove with a fire extinguisher. Alex has smudges of food coloring on his face and Raven is picking multi-colored sprinkles up from where they’ve fallen off the counter, coating the floor. The air is filled with smoke and the scent of burning. Something that may once have been a cake sits on the counter, soggy and charred simultaneously.
Erik and Charles are frozen in the doorway, staring at the scene of utter chaos in front of them. Raven glances up from the candy-covered linoleum and grins sheepishly.
“Uh… hey. Happy birthday, Erik.” She glances around the room at the others. “You guys might want to take a walk or something. Come back in a few hours, ‘kay? We’ve got this under control.”
“Totally under control.” Sean gives them a thumbs-up and then curses as the fire flares up again, unleashing a jet of pressurized chemicals from the extinguisher. Charles and Erik retreat as quickly as possible, but they only manage to keep straight faces until they’re out in the hallway.
“Should we call the fire department?” Charles gasps out between bursts of laughter, doubled over and holding his stomach. “Just to be safe?”
“I think we’d better.” Erik grins, one of his rare genuine smiles. They start off down the hallway together, leaning on each other heavily and shaking with mirth.
Charles giggles. “Well, at least they’re bonding.”