Pay it Forward - Interlude 2 (7/?) Rated PG
Pay it Forward: Interlude 2
By Marns AKA Bumpkin
Rated PG
Gen
(Wordcount: 715)
Ian wandered into the house, tired from his day of paper wrangling at MI6's headquarters, and made a beeline for the half full kettle still gently steaming on the stove. A quick test with his hands told him the contents were more than warm enough that he would be able to make himself his much needed cup of tea, and so he busied himself doing just that.
It was only when he was taking his first sip of the liquid ambrosia that the sounds penetrated his mind, squeals of childish glee and other various exclamations. Sounds he never thought would be heard from the environs belonging to him - or his roommate for that matter. It was only as he went to go and investigate the origin of the commotion that he realized what must be happening; Tom was over and the first of his more physically oriented lessons were starting. Ian grinned; he and Yassen had discussed how Tom was ready for the new material since Tom had already mostly caught up to Alex in the language and lying parts of the lessons. Well, for the most part on the language issue anyway since Tom hadn't wanted to learn it all and neither Yassen nor Ian had seen any reason to push for more.
Although, Ian mused, the way that Tom had managed to learn two other languages so fluently that he now mangled them in the same manner he did English was a really good proponent for the Immersion way of teaching things. Pushing the idle musings of just how successfully Tom had picked up the two languages he'd chosen to learn, Ian focused back in on the present when more gleeful squeals echoed from the enclosed backyard.
Curious to see how Yassen was handling the addition of Tom to the active version of Alex's lessons, especially with how much both Alex and Yassen were going to have to hold back, Ian made his way towards the rear of the house. Finding a good vantage point in order to observe from he settled in. Immediately he had to stifle the laugh that nearly burst out of him as he saw exactly what Yassen was attempting to deal with. It seemed that Tom couldn't care less about who was on the end of one of his 'jokes' - something which Yassen now knew from personal experience.
He was absolutely covered in silly string, dripping it really. Yassen looked flabbergasted and Ian couldn't be bothered to hold back the peals of laughter that rang throughout the house at his roommate and fellow guardian's expression. He could see very clearly in the other man's face that Yassen couldn't believe he'd been so thoroughly pranked, or that he had been gotten at all for that matter. That would teach him to underestimate kids, Ian thought amused as he watched Yassen scowl at his two tormentors. World famous assassin indeed, oh the blackmail possibilities this gives me if I only dared to capture this on film. Not that Ian would, he'd been in the exact same position - embarrassingly pranked that is - too many times thanks to the combined talents of Alex and Tom to even contemplate the idea for long. It would be too easy for Yassen to get even.
It was only after Tom had been sent home and Alex went to bed that Ian dared to bring up the afternoon's incident to Yassen while they were tidying up from the whirlwind that was Tom.
"You saw that?" Yassen asked. When Ian nodded and grinned Yassen groaned. "Damn. Talk about getting an object lesson. Trying to corral those two kids when they are in a mischievous mood is like trying to wrestle the wind - only to be attempted when you have no other choice. They are menaces."
"Menaces that we give weapons to," Ian helpfully added dryly, "ones that we then promptly train them in how to properly use."
Yassen glared at him and snarkily said, "Yes, yes, yes. I know, and we are due for our next mental checkups when?"
Ian chuckled, "Oh I think we were overdue when we thought adding Tom into our training sessions for Alex was a good idea."
Yassen nodded as with a totally straight face he intoned, "I concur."
Ian cracked up.
By Marns AKA Bumpkin
Rated PG
Gen
(Wordcount: 715)
Ian wandered into the house, tired from his day of paper wrangling at MI6's headquarters, and made a beeline for the half full kettle still gently steaming on the stove. A quick test with his hands told him the contents were more than warm enough that he would be able to make himself his much needed cup of tea, and so he busied himself doing just that.
It was only when he was taking his first sip of the liquid ambrosia that the sounds penetrated his mind, squeals of childish glee and other various exclamations. Sounds he never thought would be heard from the environs belonging to him - or his roommate for that matter. It was only as he went to go and investigate the origin of the commotion that he realized what must be happening; Tom was over and the first of his more physically oriented lessons were starting. Ian grinned; he and Yassen had discussed how Tom was ready for the new material since Tom had already mostly caught up to Alex in the language and lying parts of the lessons. Well, for the most part on the language issue anyway since Tom hadn't wanted to learn it all and neither Yassen nor Ian had seen any reason to push for more.
Although, Ian mused, the way that Tom had managed to learn two other languages so fluently that he now mangled them in the same manner he did English was a really good proponent for the Immersion way of teaching things. Pushing the idle musings of just how successfully Tom had picked up the two languages he'd chosen to learn, Ian focused back in on the present when more gleeful squeals echoed from the enclosed backyard.
Curious to see how Yassen was handling the addition of Tom to the active version of Alex's lessons, especially with how much both Alex and Yassen were going to have to hold back, Ian made his way towards the rear of the house. Finding a good vantage point in order to observe from he settled in. Immediately he had to stifle the laugh that nearly burst out of him as he saw exactly what Yassen was attempting to deal with. It seemed that Tom couldn't care less about who was on the end of one of his 'jokes' - something which Yassen now knew from personal experience.
He was absolutely covered in silly string, dripping it really. Yassen looked flabbergasted and Ian couldn't be bothered to hold back the peals of laughter that rang throughout the house at his roommate and fellow guardian's expression. He could see very clearly in the other man's face that Yassen couldn't believe he'd been so thoroughly pranked, or that he had been gotten at all for that matter. That would teach him to underestimate kids, Ian thought amused as he watched Yassen scowl at his two tormentors. World famous assassin indeed, oh the blackmail possibilities this gives me if I only dared to capture this on film. Not that Ian would, he'd been in the exact same position - embarrassingly pranked that is - too many times thanks to the combined talents of Alex and Tom to even contemplate the idea for long. It would be too easy for Yassen to get even.
It was only after Tom had been sent home and Alex went to bed that Ian dared to bring up the afternoon's incident to Yassen while they were tidying up from the whirlwind that was Tom.
"You saw that?" Yassen asked. When Ian nodded and grinned Yassen groaned. "Damn. Talk about getting an object lesson. Trying to corral those two kids when they are in a mischievous mood is like trying to wrestle the wind - only to be attempted when you have no other choice. They are menaces."
"Menaces that we give weapons to," Ian helpfully added dryly, "ones that we then promptly train them in how to properly use."
Yassen glared at him and snarkily said, "Yes, yes, yes. I know, and we are due for our next mental checkups when?"
Ian chuckled, "Oh I think we were overdue when we thought adding Tom into our training sessions for Alex was a good idea."
Yassen nodded as with a totally straight face he intoned, "I concur."
Ian cracked up.