Fic: Dropping in, Kings
Title: Dropping in
Word Count: 968
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: David and Jack
Summary: Commenting on health care was an after thought, defending a fellow soldier wasn’t.
Author's Notes: I hope you like this one, I’m not normally this fast so enjoy it, it won’t last I’m sure. This is unbeted so it you see something let me know and Yes Jack is having fun.
*Bang Bang*
David looked up from the letters he was looking through and up at the door when he heard the knocking. He had barely had time to rise before the door opened and Prince Jack swaggered in with a couple of green bottles in one hand. David felt his reflexes take over as he snapped to attention and saluted as quickly as he could and said, “Sir.”
He remained at attention as the Prince’s eyes drifted around the barren apartment that had been found for him the day before. He felt the Prince’s gaze settle on him for a moment as he sought to remain motionless.
“Good training! Very disciplined, but didn’t we already deal with this? Besides, we’ve danced before the whole court. Relax Captain.”
David couldn’t fight the heat in his cheeks remembering his first dance, all the eyes on him. He lowered his arm and let out a breath as he watch the Prince turn to one of the few pieces of furniture in the apartment before lounging in the hard wooden kitchen chair as if it was an over stuffed club sofa.
“Sir,” David began as he felt the Princes eyes back on him, “How did you know where I’m staying?” he looked away from the Prince and to the letters on the table collecting them into a stack stopping when he felt resistant from one of them under the Princes finger.
He watched as the Prince slide the letter over to himself, “Who do you think found you this so fast? Thomasina is very good at her job. Now tell me why Gilboa’s darling of the moment is hiding in a rather empty apartment looking at letters alone on a day like this?”
David tracked the letter with his eyes as the Prince brought it closer to look at it before sliding it back across the table top. “Well I just, the city is so loud. I’m just not used to it,” not after the sounds of the frontlines he thought as he looked up at the Prince. “I don’t mean to offend a superior officer and my Prince but why are you here sir?” he said as he continued to make the letters in a nice neat stack.
“Your Prince watched the press conference earlier today. You did well,” he could barley hear the last part over the scratching of the chair as the Prince stood up suddenly. “Does this empty place even have glasses or shall we drink it straight from the bottle?”
David caught the green glass bottle filled with dark liquid the Prince slide toward him. The gold outlined label marking it as more then just a light drink, “I don’t normally drink this early, I might have some glasses but I’ll have to check,” he said turning away from the Prince and to the rest of the kitchen scanning the cabinets.
He stopped when he felt the Princes hand lightly on his shoulder, “Don’t bother, bottles are fine for a couple of soldiers,” the voice was almost in his ears as the hand slowly turned him so they were almost as close as when they danced, “as for it being early: half of Shiloh is drinking and the other half wants to be.” The Prince’s free hand found his own, slipping in the bottle. “And you have more right’s to then most of them,” a heat that he hadn’t even notices vanished when the Prince removed his hands and stepped back taking the other bottle from the table, “now let’s join the celebration.”
David watched as the Prince tilled back his head just a little to let the drink flow down as he brought his own bottle to his lips tasting the dark sweet liquid and feeling it go down warming him for a moment just wanting the Prince, “Celebration sir? Is the Court holding another one so soon?” he asked as he slipped passed the Prince and into the open air of the main room, before turning to see the Prince looking at him, almost staring.
“And you’re not joking are you?” David felt his face heat up before he could turn away and taking another drink, “you really are a Cocker Spaniel aren’t you?”
“What?” He said straightening up as he turned to look at the Prince before the Prince cut him off.
“What do you think the noise outside is?” David followed the Prince’s hand as it waved toward the closed window, before he closed it there had been constant noise and even now he could still here it in the back ground always there.
“The city,” David answered, looking the Prince eye to eye seeing the Princes lips curl into a smirk.
With our warning he felt the Princes hand in his own slightly pulling on him, “come with me.”
“Yes sir,” David let the Prince guide him as he focused on the hand in his own, it was every bit as rough and coarse as his own just like the night on the dance. He felt the cool breeze and had to blink at the light was they stepped outside and onto a patio overlooking the large street. And for a moment he couldn’t think the air in his lungs refused to leave as he looked over the crowd filling the streets their yells were everywhere all bleared together so he couldn’t make out a single word but he didn’t need to he could feel the mood, the joy and happiness rolling off them, “wow.”
“Yeah, you’re going to be fun.” When he looked over and saw the grin on the Princes face he could stop the shudder that ran through him or the feeling he had when the Prince wrapped an arm over his shoulder and clicked their bottles together, “Cheers.”
The end
Word Count: 968
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: David and Jack
Summary: Commenting on health care was an after thought, defending a fellow soldier wasn’t.
Author's Notes: I hope you like this one, I’m not normally this fast so enjoy it, it won’t last I’m sure. This is unbeted so it you see something let me know and Yes Jack is having fun.
*Bang Bang*
David looked up from the letters he was looking through and up at the door when he heard the knocking. He had barely had time to rise before the door opened and Prince Jack swaggered in with a couple of green bottles in one hand. David felt his reflexes take over as he snapped to attention and saluted as quickly as he could and said, “Sir.”
He remained at attention as the Prince’s eyes drifted around the barren apartment that had been found for him the day before. He felt the Prince’s gaze settle on him for a moment as he sought to remain motionless.
“Good training! Very disciplined, but didn’t we already deal with this? Besides, we’ve danced before the whole court. Relax Captain.”
David couldn’t fight the heat in his cheeks remembering his first dance, all the eyes on him. He lowered his arm and let out a breath as he watch the Prince turn to one of the few pieces of furniture in the apartment before lounging in the hard wooden kitchen chair as if it was an over stuffed club sofa.
“Sir,” David began as he felt the Princes eyes back on him, “How did you know where I’m staying?” he looked away from the Prince and to the letters on the table collecting them into a stack stopping when he felt resistant from one of them under the Princes finger.
He watched as the Prince slide the letter over to himself, “Who do you think found you this so fast? Thomasina is very good at her job. Now tell me why Gilboa’s darling of the moment is hiding in a rather empty apartment looking at letters alone on a day like this?”
David tracked the letter with his eyes as the Prince brought it closer to look at it before sliding it back across the table top. “Well I just, the city is so loud. I’m just not used to it,” not after the sounds of the frontlines he thought as he looked up at the Prince. “I don’t mean to offend a superior officer and my Prince but why are you here sir?” he said as he continued to make the letters in a nice neat stack.
“Your Prince watched the press conference earlier today. You did well,” he could barley hear the last part over the scratching of the chair as the Prince stood up suddenly. “Does this empty place even have glasses or shall we drink it straight from the bottle?”
David caught the green glass bottle filled with dark liquid the Prince slide toward him. The gold outlined label marking it as more then just a light drink, “I don’t normally drink this early, I might have some glasses but I’ll have to check,” he said turning away from the Prince and to the rest of the kitchen scanning the cabinets.
He stopped when he felt the Princes hand lightly on his shoulder, “Don’t bother, bottles are fine for a couple of soldiers,” the voice was almost in his ears as the hand slowly turned him so they were almost as close as when they danced, “as for it being early: half of Shiloh is drinking and the other half wants to be.” The Prince’s free hand found his own, slipping in the bottle. “And you have more right’s to then most of them,” a heat that he hadn’t even notices vanished when the Prince removed his hands and stepped back taking the other bottle from the table, “now let’s join the celebration.”
David watched as the Prince tilled back his head just a little to let the drink flow down as he brought his own bottle to his lips tasting the dark sweet liquid and feeling it go down warming him for a moment just wanting the Prince, “Celebration sir? Is the Court holding another one so soon?” he asked as he slipped passed the Prince and into the open air of the main room, before turning to see the Prince looking at him, almost staring.
“And you’re not joking are you?” David felt his face heat up before he could turn away and taking another drink, “you really are a Cocker Spaniel aren’t you?”
“What?” He said straightening up as he turned to look at the Prince before the Prince cut him off.
“What do you think the noise outside is?” David followed the Prince’s hand as it waved toward the closed window, before he closed it there had been constant noise and even now he could still here it in the back ground always there.
“The city,” David answered, looking the Prince eye to eye seeing the Princes lips curl into a smirk.
With our warning he felt the Princes hand in his own slightly pulling on him, “come with me.”
“Yes sir,” David let the Prince guide him as he focused on the hand in his own, it was every bit as rough and coarse as his own just like the night on the dance. He felt the cool breeze and had to blink at the light was they stepped outside and onto a patio overlooking the large street. And for a moment he couldn’t think the air in his lungs refused to leave as he looked over the crowd filling the streets their yells were everywhere all bleared together so he couldn’t make out a single word but he didn’t need to he could feel the mood, the joy and happiness rolling off them, “wow.”
“Yeah, you’re going to be fun.” When he looked over and saw the grin on the Princes face he could stop the shudder that ran through him or the feeling he had when the Prince wrapped an arm over his shoulder and clicked their bottles together, “Cheers.”
The end