The Date
Title: The Date
Universe: That Damn MPreg
Rating: PG
Summary: It was all Dexter's fault.
Rebecca Altman-Kaplan worked very hard to make people forget that she was dangerous. It wasn't that hard; her default form was only just over five feet tall, and maybe 110 pounds soaking wet. She looked like a little pixie.
At the moment, she was a very angry pixie, and Dexter Stein was having a very hard time forgetting that his teammate was perfectly capable of snapping his neck with the most casual of blows.
Pushing his dishwater blond hair out of his eyes and his glasses up his nose, he glanced at Wally Barton out of the corner of his eye. The red haired archer was smirking at him as Rebecca ranting in the back seat of the car.
"I hope you're satisfied, you pudgy little bastard," the shape shifter growled, "because I would sooner walk into the bowels of Hell than do that again."
"It couldn't have been that bad," Wally said gently.
"He was all hands and mouth, and your mother was there, Wally."
Dexter saw Wally wince. "Oh."
"He wants to expose me."
"Being publicly known isn't that bad."
"It is when you're the heir to the Skrull Empire," Dexter pointed out, watching Becca's face in the rear view mirror. Two years on the same team as the eldest Altman-Kaplan had given Wally only an inkling of what it was like for them. Dexter had lived on the same floor all his life.
"Sorry. Forgot."
Dexter saw Becca smile at the back of Wally's head. "I didn't think he'd be that much of a jerk," he said.
"Hmph."
"He seriously likes you."
"He's still an ass. I gave him a chance, like you asked. And if you ever try to get me to do that again, I'm feeding you to your mom's dinosaur."
"Was it really that bad?" Dexter asked.
"He groped me."
"Shit. You're not going to tell your dad, are you?"
"Seriously considering it," Rebecca said as they pulled up in front of the Tower. She bolted out of the car.
"I'll talk to her," Wally volunteered, following after her.
***
Wally Barton flung himself through the elevator doors just before they shut, much to Rebecca Altman-Kaplan's surprise. He leaned against the back of the elevator, passing the first ten floors in silence. "I'm sorry."
"Damn straight."
"Dex didn't know he'd be such a jerk."
"Then Dex is blind, deaf, and stupid."
"You look really nice tonight."
"Complements will not save you," Rebecca said, not blushing.
Wally, however, turned the same color as his flaming hair. "No, really. You... look good."
"I'm a shape shifter, Wally. I can look good in anything."
"You're not shape shifting now."
"How would you know?" Rebecca snapped.
"Well... you don't like Bruce enough to make that kind of effort. And... when you shift, one of the first things you do is go taller," Wally said, pushing his shaggy hair off his forehead.
Rebecca smiled. "You got me."
"You don't date much," the archer observed.
"Well... I'm a super-hero with a secret identity."
"The rest of us manage." He gave her a half-hearted grin. "I think you're just picky."
"Just because some people don't have standards..."
"What are you looking for?"
Rebecca studied Wally closely, her eyes narrowed. "Why?" she asked suspiciously.
Wally shrugged his broad archer shoulders. "You don't have to say. I just... you're my friend."
The shape shifter turned her gaze on the elevator doors, shifting the shape of her feet to make her shoes more comfortable. "I want what my parents have. They love each other so much it's scary. I want someone to want me that much."
Awkward silence filled the elevator.
"Scared yet?" Rebecca asked.
There was more silence.
"Nope." A pause. "If I kiss you, are you gonna hit me?"
Universe: That Damn MPreg
Rating: PG
Summary: It was all Dexter's fault.
Rebecca Altman-Kaplan worked very hard to make people forget that she was dangerous. It wasn't that hard; her default form was only just over five feet tall, and maybe 110 pounds soaking wet. She looked like a little pixie.
At the moment, she was a very angry pixie, and Dexter Stein was having a very hard time forgetting that his teammate was perfectly capable of snapping his neck with the most casual of blows.
Pushing his dishwater blond hair out of his eyes and his glasses up his nose, he glanced at Wally Barton out of the corner of his eye. The red haired archer was smirking at him as Rebecca ranting in the back seat of the car.
"I hope you're satisfied, you pudgy little bastard," the shape shifter growled, "because I would sooner walk into the bowels of Hell than do that again."
"It couldn't have been that bad," Wally said gently.
"He was all hands and mouth, and your mother was there, Wally."
Dexter saw Wally wince. "Oh."
"He wants to expose me."
"Being publicly known isn't that bad."
"It is when you're the heir to the Skrull Empire," Dexter pointed out, watching Becca's face in the rear view mirror. Two years on the same team as the eldest Altman-Kaplan had given Wally only an inkling of what it was like for them. Dexter had lived on the same floor all his life.
"Sorry. Forgot."
Dexter saw Becca smile at the back of Wally's head. "I didn't think he'd be that much of a jerk," he said.
"Hmph."
"He seriously likes you."
"He's still an ass. I gave him a chance, like you asked. And if you ever try to get me to do that again, I'm feeding you to your mom's dinosaur."
"Was it really that bad?" Dexter asked.
"He groped me."
"Shit. You're not going to tell your dad, are you?"
"Seriously considering it," Rebecca said as they pulled up in front of the Tower. She bolted out of the car.
"I'll talk to her," Wally volunteered, following after her.
***
Wally Barton flung himself through the elevator doors just before they shut, much to Rebecca Altman-Kaplan's surprise. He leaned against the back of the elevator, passing the first ten floors in silence. "I'm sorry."
"Damn straight."
"Dex didn't know he'd be such a jerk."
"Then Dex is blind, deaf, and stupid."
"You look really nice tonight."
"Complements will not save you," Rebecca said, not blushing.
Wally, however, turned the same color as his flaming hair. "No, really. You... look good."
"I'm a shape shifter, Wally. I can look good in anything."
"You're not shape shifting now."
"How would you know?" Rebecca snapped.
"Well... you don't like Bruce enough to make that kind of effort. And... when you shift, one of the first things you do is go taller," Wally said, pushing his shaggy hair off his forehead.
Rebecca smiled. "You got me."
"You don't date much," the archer observed.
"Well... I'm a super-hero with a secret identity."
"The rest of us manage." He gave her a half-hearted grin. "I think you're just picky."
"Just because some people don't have standards..."
"What are you looking for?"
Rebecca studied Wally closely, her eyes narrowed. "Why?" she asked suspiciously.
Wally shrugged his broad archer shoulders. "You don't have to say. I just... you're my friend."
The shape shifter turned her gaze on the elevator doors, shifting the shape of her feet to make her shoes more comfortable. "I want what my parents have. They love each other so much it's scary. I want someone to want me that much."
Awkward silence filled the elevator.
"Scared yet?" Rebecca asked.
There was more silence.
"Nope." A pause. "If I kiss you, are you gonna hit me?"