Drabble Meme results 2/3 so far
Elle asked for some Willow and Topher. So, here it is.
“No no no no NO! You can’t cross those two wires. Not unless you want to blow up the whole building,” Topher yelled at the red head that was acting as his hands. Repairing the security system for the London based Watcher’s Council, an even more secret organization than the one that ran the Dollhouse -- which was, like, WHOA! - was nerve wracking enough. Having to do it via web cam, that, that was enough to make him want to go for a ride in his chair.
Which would be a better fate than what he was sure would happen to him if he didn’t manage to keep Rosenberg alive.
“No!” he yelled again, causing her to jump. “That one will do worse than blow up the building.” He took a quick swallow of his drink and edged closer to the screen. “It’s not that hard, just listen very carefully. The red wire connects to the maroon wire. The blue wire to the black. Black to red. Green to yellow.
“God, I just installed this thing six months ago. How did you even manage to break it? I thought I had made it idiot proof. Which just goes to show that society can always build a better idiot.”
He swore he heard her say something about turning him into a gopher, but he was pretty sure that he was hearing things. He’d phased out her mutterings at the beginning of the call anyway. He didn’t need to know anything from her. He just needed to talk. Dr. Saunders would say that that was how he dealt with things. Not that she was a shrink, but she was still a smart lady.
Just not as smart as him.
“Why would you design it so the blue wire goes to the black and the black to red,” Rosenberg asked.
“It’s not my fault that some idiot busted the system and your techs had to jerry rig an inferior panel based on my notes. In the original all the colors matched up.”
“Well, maybe if you had written in legible handwriting, the techs would have been able to figure things out better.”
“It was legible! There were diagrams! And charts! In color! Your techs are just incompetent.”
Rosenberg set off again, but he tuned her out, concentrating on what her hands were doing, how the panel was going in. If Rosenberg, who he at least had to admit was pretty, but he worked with gorgeous women all day, touched the wrong wires together, then it would be disastrous for her. And then probably for him. Hush hush organizations all had a way for problems to disappear.
“Done nattering on? Good. Now, make sure all the wire nuts are on securely.”
Willow counted to ten in English, then in Latin, and reminded herself that she couldn’t really turn him into a gopher.
“No no no no NO! You can’t cross those two wires. Not unless you want to blow up the whole building,” Topher yelled at the red head that was acting as his hands. Repairing the security system for the London based Watcher’s Council, an even more secret organization than the one that ran the Dollhouse -- which was, like, WHOA! - was nerve wracking enough. Having to do it via web cam, that, that was enough to make him want to go for a ride in his chair.
Which would be a better fate than what he was sure would happen to him if he didn’t manage to keep Rosenberg alive.
“No!” he yelled again, causing her to jump. “That one will do worse than blow up the building.” He took a quick swallow of his drink and edged closer to the screen. “It’s not that hard, just listen very carefully. The red wire connects to the maroon wire. The blue wire to the black. Black to red. Green to yellow.
“God, I just installed this thing six months ago. How did you even manage to break it? I thought I had made it idiot proof. Which just goes to show that society can always build a better idiot.”
He swore he heard her say something about turning him into a gopher, but he was pretty sure that he was hearing things. He’d phased out her mutterings at the beginning of the call anyway. He didn’t need to know anything from her. He just needed to talk. Dr. Saunders would say that that was how he dealt with things. Not that she was a shrink, but she was still a smart lady.
Just not as smart as him.
“Why would you design it so the blue wire goes to the black and the black to red,” Rosenberg asked.
“It’s not my fault that some idiot busted the system and your techs had to jerry rig an inferior panel based on my notes. In the original all the colors matched up.”
“Well, maybe if you had written in legible handwriting, the techs would have been able to figure things out better.”
“It was legible! There were diagrams! And charts! In color! Your techs are just incompetent.”
Rosenberg set off again, but he tuned her out, concentrating on what her hands were doing, how the panel was going in. If Rosenberg, who he at least had to admit was pretty, but he worked with gorgeous women all day, touched the wrong wires together, then it would be disastrous for her. And then probably for him. Hush hush organizations all had a way for problems to disappear.
“Done nattering on? Good. Now, make sure all the wire nuts are on securely.”
Willow counted to ten in English, then in Latin, and reminded herself that she couldn’t really turn him into a gopher.