A little Carson/Hughes fic!!
title: Evening Pastimes
author: redrockcan
words: 389
A/N: This was written for the "new inventions" challenge way back when. I'm a bit slow at posting but figured I better get this in before S4 starts. If you've read any spoilers you'll know why. :)
Mr. Carson sat writing something in the newspaper. Mrs. Hughes had brought him a pot of tea to soothe his recovering throat and then joined him as she often did at the end of a long day.
He suddenly blurted out, “What’s a four letter word for hazard?” She wasn’t sure why, but she played along.
“’Risk,” She offered and watched as he counted to himself and then scribbled on the newspaper.
“Correct. Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.” Mr. Carson continued writing. He was never a man of many words, but was it too much to ask for some idle conversation as they sat across from each other in the evening.
She wondered what had his attention tonight, “What is it you are up to, Mr. Carson?”
“It’s called a crossword. You have clues and then you have to guess which word would fit into the spaces provided. Fine exercise to keep the mind sharp.”
“I see. Sounds like fun.” She said, even if in truth it sounded somewhat boring. Another few minutes of silence ensued as Carson continued his “fun”. Mrs. Hughes was thinking a good book might be better company for her tonight.
As she pondered turning in for the evening, Carson piped up again with a question, “What’s a six letter word for difficult?”
Elsie had to bite her tongue not to say ‘butler’, but kept it to herself.
“Well, Mrs. Hughes, any suggestions?” He said impatiently.
“How about O’brien?” She couldn’t hold her laughter from escaping, but it quickly subsided when Carson raised his bushy eyebrows at her. “Trying,” she answered flatly.
“Very good, Mrs. Hughes. Very good.” He wrote down the word and then looked up at her with mirth dancing in his eyes. “O’brien certainly fits though.” His deep chuckle filled the small room and Elsie smiled at the warm sound it made as it echoed into the dark corners.
He regained his composure, but a certain mischief was evident in his eyes. “What’s a five letter word for saucy?”
Elsie ignored the fact that her own name had five letters and paused to fill his cup again with tea. She flirted back, “Mrs. Hughes has nine letters.”
She met his smile and thought to herself; crossword puzzles weren’t boring at all and she might enjoy them becoming a nightly ritual with Mr. Carson.
author: redrockcan
words: 389
A/N: This was written for the "new inventions" challenge way back when. I'm a bit slow at posting but figured I better get this in before S4 starts. If you've read any spoilers you'll know why. :)
Mr. Carson sat writing something in the newspaper. Mrs. Hughes had brought him a pot of tea to soothe his recovering throat and then joined him as she often did at the end of a long day.
He suddenly blurted out, “What’s a four letter word for hazard?” She wasn’t sure why, but she played along.
“’Risk,” She offered and watched as he counted to himself and then scribbled on the newspaper.
“Correct. Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.” Mr. Carson continued writing. He was never a man of many words, but was it too much to ask for some idle conversation as they sat across from each other in the evening.
She wondered what had his attention tonight, “What is it you are up to, Mr. Carson?”
“It’s called a crossword. You have clues and then you have to guess which word would fit into the spaces provided. Fine exercise to keep the mind sharp.”
“I see. Sounds like fun.” She said, even if in truth it sounded somewhat boring. Another few minutes of silence ensued as Carson continued his “fun”. Mrs. Hughes was thinking a good book might be better company for her tonight.
As she pondered turning in for the evening, Carson piped up again with a question, “What’s a six letter word for difficult?”
Elsie had to bite her tongue not to say ‘butler’, but kept it to herself.
“Well, Mrs. Hughes, any suggestions?” He said impatiently.
“How about O’brien?” She couldn’t hold her laughter from escaping, but it quickly subsided when Carson raised his bushy eyebrows at her. “Trying,” she answered flatly.
“Very good, Mrs. Hughes. Very good.” He wrote down the word and then looked up at her with mirth dancing in his eyes. “O’brien certainly fits though.” His deep chuckle filled the small room and Elsie smiled at the warm sound it made as it echoed into the dark corners.
He regained his composure, but a certain mischief was evident in his eyes. “What’s a five letter word for saucy?”
Elsie ignored the fact that her own name had five letters and paused to fill his cup again with tea. She flirted back, “Mrs. Hughes has nine letters.”
She met his smile and thought to herself; crossword puzzles weren’t boring at all and she might enjoy them becoming a nightly ritual with Mr. Carson.