fic - Rumor Has It...
I was bored out of my tree at work today.
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FanFic100 prompt: 077 - What?
Pyramid_Dares: Set 2, Level 3 - Rumors
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Rating: G
Pairings: None
Notes: A double drabble
Summary: Bonham is called upon to quash a rumor.
By: Margaret Price
Written: August 29, 2007
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Rumor Has It...
Word count: 200
Don’t believe everything you hear.
“I heard it from a very reliable source…” a voice said in a low hiss.
Not one to listen to idle gossip, Bonham did not pay the group that was huddled in deep conversation much mind until he heard, “You know how vain the Earl is…” This stopped him dead in his tracks and he turned to look back at the group. To his surprise, it turned out to be a handful of the Major’s Alphabets.
Bonham felt a sudden wave of panic. Shit, that means Uncle NATO is somewhere here abouts.
Before Bonham could even consider the consequences, or take a quick look around for the officer in question, he was being pulled aside by the Alphabet. Then he was being offered alcohol, which he did not object to at all. What he did object to, albeit silently, was the fact that he knew the Agents were planning to question him about his employer’s whereabouts.
When the question did come, it was not the one he expected.
“Mr. Bonham, is it true that…erm …” The agent lowered his voice further and leaned in close so as not to be overheard. “Is it true that…the Earl dyes his hair?”
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FanFic100 prompt: 077 - What?
Pyramid_Dares: Set 2, Level 3 - Rumors
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Rating: G
Pairings: None
Notes: A double drabble
Summary: Bonham is called upon to quash a rumor.
By: Margaret Price
Written: August 29, 2007
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Rumor Has It...
Word count: 200
Don’t believe everything you hear.
“I heard it from a very reliable source…” a voice said in a low hiss.
Not one to listen to idle gossip, Bonham did not pay the group that was huddled in deep conversation much mind until he heard, “You know how vain the Earl is…” This stopped him dead in his tracks and he turned to look back at the group. To his surprise, it turned out to be a handful of the Major’s Alphabets.
Bonham felt a sudden wave of panic. Shit, that means Uncle NATO is somewhere here abouts.
Before Bonham could even consider the consequences, or take a quick look around for the officer in question, he was being pulled aside by the Alphabet. Then he was being offered alcohol, which he did not object to at all. What he did object to, albeit silently, was the fact that he knew the Agents were planning to question him about his employer’s whereabouts.
When the question did come, it was not the one he expected.
“Mr. Bonham, is it true that…erm …” The agent lowered his voice further and leaned in close so as not to be overheard. “Is it true that…the Earl dyes his hair?”
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