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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-04 08:43 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-04 08:43 pm
Flack and Hawkes - Ya Like Baseball?
Title: Ya Like Baseball?
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack and Sheldon Hawkes
Prompt: Don Flack Jr. / Sheldon Hawkes / stay a while
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Hawkes pays Flack a visit.
Author's Note: Set post-"Charge of this Post." I was really coming up dry with my prompt tables and went to the random generator to get something, and this prompt came up. So i took it.
Hawkes wasn’t exactly sure where the idea had entered his head, to show up at this particular apartment, but he was here, and it was too late for him to back out of it now. He gave a quick knock at the door, and waited a minute, giving the man time to get to the door. He wasn’t moving as easily as he used to, and Hawkes knew that it was going to take him longer than normal to get up. Unless he really wasn’t in the mood for seeing people and he wasn’t going to come to the door at all, but Hawkes could hear the shuffling around in the apartment and a muffled voice letting the person standing at the door that he was indeed coming.
When Flack pulled open the door, he was surprised at who he saw there. Hawkes wasn’t the person he was expecting, but if he was about to offer his company, Flack was ready to take it. He had more phone calls and get-well cards from well wishers than he knew what to do with, but very few actual face-to-face visits.
“Hawkes,” he said, a bit taken back, “What’re ya doin here?”
“Just wanted to see how you were doing,” the quieter man replied, standing awkwardly in the doorway.
“Pretty good,” Flack nodded.
“Pain meds aren’t giving you any trouble?”
“Nope.”
“Physical therapy’s going well?”
“Yup.”
“Movement problems are getting better? No unnecessary pain?”
“Hawkes, you’re starting to sound like my doctor,” Flack joked, and Hawkes grinned bashfully.
“Sorry,” he replied. He could hear the game blaring from the TV in the living room, and decided to get out of this awkward situation, “Just wondering. I’ll let you go back to your game.”
“Hawkes, wait,” Flack replied, desperate for the company. If it had been Danny, he would have invited him for the game, but Hawkes he barely knew, and didn’t even know if the man liked sports. “Ya like baseball?”
Hawkes nodded slowly.
“Wanna come in? Maybe have a beer?”
“I don’t want to impose—”
“I’d actually really like the company,” Flack cut him off before the man could really say no.
Hawkes nodded again, a small smile crossing his face, as he walked past Flack into the entryway.
***
Neither team had been one Hawkes particularly paid attention to, so the beginning was Flack filling him in on the different players and their strengths and weaknesses, in between groaning over bad plays and shouting at the television over what he accused of being “bad calls.”
After that they talked about the lab, everything that was going on. How Stella said hello, and hoped he was doing OK, and Maka said she might drop by later in the week to say hi. Flack listened to the stories of the cases and Hawkes wondered if he was overstepping a line. The man wasn’t saying anything, just listening, an pensive look on his face.
“Do you miss it?” Hawkes asked, knowing the obvious answer to the question but starting to get nervous about being in a one sided conversation.
“Miss what?”
“The field.”
Flack hesitated for a second, taking another sip of the drink in his hand “Every day,” he admitted, before staring back at the television, taking his focus off what Hawkes had been saying and back on the game.
They watched in silence for a moment, slowly sipping their respective drinks, before Flack let out a loud groan. “For Christ’s sake, would actually get your heads out of your asses and play the game?”
“Your team’s not very good, is it?” Hawkes teased, before ducking as a pillow was chucked in his direction.
***
“Thanks for stickin around, Hawkes,” Flack said as he walked his friend to the door, “It’s gotten kinda lonely out here.”
“I can imagine,” Hawkes replied giving him a smile, “They mean to stop by, Flack, they do. The lab is—”
“I know,” the taller man replied, running a hand through his hair, “I’m just sayin. It’s nice to know someone out there knows I’m still alive.”
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack and Sheldon Hawkes
Prompt: Don Flack Jr. / Sheldon Hawkes / stay a while
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Hawkes pays Flack a visit.
Author's Note: Set post-"Charge of this Post." I was really coming up dry with my prompt tables and went to the random generator to get something, and this prompt came up. So i took it.
Hawkes wasn’t exactly sure where the idea had entered his head, to show up at this particular apartment, but he was here, and it was too late for him to back out of it now. He gave a quick knock at the door, and waited a minute, giving the man time to get to the door. He wasn’t moving as easily as he used to, and Hawkes knew that it was going to take him longer than normal to get up. Unless he really wasn’t in the mood for seeing people and he wasn’t going to come to the door at all, but Hawkes could hear the shuffling around in the apartment and a muffled voice letting the person standing at the door that he was indeed coming.
When Flack pulled open the door, he was surprised at who he saw there. Hawkes wasn’t the person he was expecting, but if he was about to offer his company, Flack was ready to take it. He had more phone calls and get-well cards from well wishers than he knew what to do with, but very few actual face-to-face visits.
“Hawkes,” he said, a bit taken back, “What’re ya doin here?”
“Just wanted to see how you were doing,” the quieter man replied, standing awkwardly in the doorway.
“Pretty good,” Flack nodded.
“Pain meds aren’t giving you any trouble?”
“Nope.”
“Physical therapy’s going well?”
“Yup.”
“Movement problems are getting better? No unnecessary pain?”
“Hawkes, you’re starting to sound like my doctor,” Flack joked, and Hawkes grinned bashfully.
“Sorry,” he replied. He could hear the game blaring from the TV in the living room, and decided to get out of this awkward situation, “Just wondering. I’ll let you go back to your game.”
“Hawkes, wait,” Flack replied, desperate for the company. If it had been Danny, he would have invited him for the game, but Hawkes he barely knew, and didn’t even know if the man liked sports. “Ya like baseball?”
Hawkes nodded slowly.
“Wanna come in? Maybe have a beer?”
“I don’t want to impose—”
“I’d actually really like the company,” Flack cut him off before the man could really say no.
Hawkes nodded again, a small smile crossing his face, as he walked past Flack into the entryway.
***
Neither team had been one Hawkes particularly paid attention to, so the beginning was Flack filling him in on the different players and their strengths and weaknesses, in between groaning over bad plays and shouting at the television over what he accused of being “bad calls.”
After that they talked about the lab, everything that was going on. How Stella said hello, and hoped he was doing OK, and Maka said she might drop by later in the week to say hi. Flack listened to the stories of the cases and Hawkes wondered if he was overstepping a line. The man wasn’t saying anything, just listening, an pensive look on his face.
“Do you miss it?” Hawkes asked, knowing the obvious answer to the question but starting to get nervous about being in a one sided conversation.
“Miss what?”
“The field.”
Flack hesitated for a second, taking another sip of the drink in his hand “Every day,” he admitted, before staring back at the television, taking his focus off what Hawkes had been saying and back on the game.
They watched in silence for a moment, slowly sipping their respective drinks, before Flack let out a loud groan. “For Christ’s sake, would actually get your heads out of your asses and play the game?”
“Your team’s not very good, is it?” Hawkes teased, before ducking as a pillow was chucked in his direction.
***
“Thanks for stickin around, Hawkes,” Flack said as he walked his friend to the door, “It’s gotten kinda lonely out here.”
“I can imagine,” Hawkes replied giving him a smile, “They mean to stop by, Flack, they do. The lab is—”
“I know,” the taller man replied, running a hand through his hair, “I’m just sayin. It’s nice to know someone out there knows I’m still alive.”
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i'd really prefer to do the cuddling myself, but if you'd rather they cuddle each other, go ahead.
but i'm glad you liked it!
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maybe we'll get more in s3.