The Big Guns: An Ikeaverse Installment
Title: The Big Guns
Rating: T
Disclaimer: don't own them; they own me.
A/N: Follows " Spooning."
“I’m bringing out the big guns.”
“With a pawn?”
“This little pawn has great potential. He’s a career soldier. Gonna get promoted and do great things.”
“Are we still talking about the pawn, Bill?”
“I’m done with that life.”
“I don’t know about that. Check.”
“Nicely played, but watch this.”
“Nice maneuver. I didn’t see that coming.”
“That was the point.”
“You killed my queen, game’s over.”
“Game’s never over, Laura. I’d like my promotion now, please.”
“Okay. What would the pawn like to be?”
“The queen.”
“You already have a queen.”
“I want another one.”
“Come and get her.”
Bill made his way to the other side of the table, stopping at Laura’s side. He simultaneously looked like a conquerer and the conquered.
“I want my queen.”
“We’re not talking about the plastic one anymore, are we?”
“We never were.”
“I thought the game was never over.”
“Wasn’t talking about chess, Laura. Come here.”
“Yes, Commander Adama, sir.”
For the next hour, Laura and Bill played what was already becoming their favorite game. She gave him the promotion he sought, which he took with gratitude and used in the service of his queen. In the end, they were both winners and very happy. All in all, it was a great way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon.
It was their third consecutive day together, and they’d only met that Friday night. Laura found she liked having Bill around. And he seemed to like being there with her. It was nice. And felt normal. She felt an easy intimacy without the claustrophobia she experienced with other lovers who got too close. Bill didn’t crowd her. He was just there. He understood her need for space, but she found herself needing less and less of it all the time. What was happening to her?
“Laura?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you need me to leave?”
“Not really. Why?”
“Figured you had work to do for school tomorrow.”
“I do, but you don’t have to go. Unless you need to do something.”
“Not really. Retired, remember?”
“You don’t have to stay that way.”
“Who would possibly hire a crusty old man like me?”
“I would.”
“You’re biased.”
“Maybe. I think you have more to offer the world than you know.”
“Like what?”
“Wisdom. Experience. They’re important, Bill.”
“Hmph! Not according to the US Navy.”
“Their loss, my gain.”
“What ya have to do?”
“I have some papers to grade, and I need to go over my lesson plans. I’ll also have to start my PIPs soon. I have a lot of teachers to evaluate.”
“Sounds like a headache.”
“It is.”
“I never liked writing performance reviews in my logs.”
“I’m sure you were fair.”
“I hope so.”
“I have an idea for you.”
“Should I be scared?”
“Probably, but you’ll do it anyway.”
“Shoot.”
“Come to school with me tomorrow. Meet the kids. Tell them some stories. Be a role model.”
“Okay, I’m scared.”
“You’ll be fine. You commanded an aircraft carrier with hundreds of crewmen. I think you can handle my class of fifteen.”
“You only have fifteen students?!”
“Yeah. AP classes are typically small. More is expected, and most students can’t be bothered.”
“I’d be honored.”
“Then you should go home and get something to wear. But hurry right back mister! We have work to do.”
“Work?”
“I have to teach you how to cook, remember? And I want to tell you about my students and go over some things with you.”
“Yes, my queen.”
“Good pawn.”
Next Installment
Rating: T
Disclaimer: don't own them; they own me.
A/N: Follows " Spooning."
“I’m bringing out the big guns.”
“With a pawn?”
“This little pawn has great potential. He’s a career soldier. Gonna get promoted and do great things.”
“Are we still talking about the pawn, Bill?”
“I’m done with that life.”
“I don’t know about that. Check.”
“Nicely played, but watch this.”
“Nice maneuver. I didn’t see that coming.”
“That was the point.”
“You killed my queen, game’s over.”
“Game’s never over, Laura. I’d like my promotion now, please.”
“Okay. What would the pawn like to be?”
“The queen.”
“You already have a queen.”
“I want another one.”
“Come and get her.”
Bill made his way to the other side of the table, stopping at Laura’s side. He simultaneously looked like a conquerer and the conquered.
“I want my queen.”
“We’re not talking about the plastic one anymore, are we?”
“We never were.”
“I thought the game was never over.”
“Wasn’t talking about chess, Laura. Come here.”
“Yes, Commander Adama, sir.”
For the next hour, Laura and Bill played what was already becoming their favorite game. She gave him the promotion he sought, which he took with gratitude and used in the service of his queen. In the end, they were both winners and very happy. All in all, it was a great way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon.
It was their third consecutive day together, and they’d only met that Friday night. Laura found she liked having Bill around. And he seemed to like being there with her. It was nice. And felt normal. She felt an easy intimacy without the claustrophobia she experienced with other lovers who got too close. Bill didn’t crowd her. He was just there. He understood her need for space, but she found herself needing less and less of it all the time. What was happening to her?
“Laura?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you need me to leave?”
“Not really. Why?”
“Figured you had work to do for school tomorrow.”
“I do, but you don’t have to go. Unless you need to do something.”
“Not really. Retired, remember?”
“You don’t have to stay that way.”
“Who would possibly hire a crusty old man like me?”
“I would.”
“You’re biased.”
“Maybe. I think you have more to offer the world than you know.”
“Like what?”
“Wisdom. Experience. They’re important, Bill.”
“Hmph! Not according to the US Navy.”
“Their loss, my gain.”
“What ya have to do?”
“I have some papers to grade, and I need to go over my lesson plans. I’ll also have to start my PIPs soon. I have a lot of teachers to evaluate.”
“Sounds like a headache.”
“It is.”
“I never liked writing performance reviews in my logs.”
“I’m sure you were fair.”
“I hope so.”
“I have an idea for you.”
“Should I be scared?”
“Probably, but you’ll do it anyway.”
“Shoot.”
“Come to school with me tomorrow. Meet the kids. Tell them some stories. Be a role model.”
“Okay, I’m scared.”
“You’ll be fine. You commanded an aircraft carrier with hundreds of crewmen. I think you can handle my class of fifteen.”
“You only have fifteen students?!”
“Yeah. AP classes are typically small. More is expected, and most students can’t be bothered.”
“I’d be honored.”
“Then you should go home and get something to wear. But hurry right back mister! We have work to do.”
“Work?”
“I have to teach you how to cook, remember? And I want to tell you about my students and go over some things with you.”
“Yes, my queen.”
“Good pawn.”
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