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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: The Jelly Bean Conundrum
Fandom: Code Red original-ish fiction
Pairing: Gen
Rating: G
Word Count: 443
Summary: Someone gives Rory something sticky and it all comes apart after that.
Author’s Note: I need to get back to writing this ‘world’ soon. I miss Ali and all of her insane cohorts. Written for the numbers challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words. The number was: 35.
“For the love of god, Rory, what do you have all over your face?” Ali bent down and tilted her son’s chin so that she could get a better look. “Whatever it is, it’s sticky. Go into the kitchen, I’ll be right there to wash your face. And hands. And heaven only knows, probably your feet, too.”
“He eats with his feet?” Albie looked up from the gun magazine he was perusing.
“No,” she sighed, swiping an errant lock of hair out of her eyes. “But he is his father’s child and I never, ever put anything past that man.”
“Good thinking,” her brother said, turning back to his magazine.
“Ali?”
“Yeah,” she said, looking over her shoulder at her brother’s best friend and partner in crime. “You need something, Dave?”
“No,” he said, in that drawn out way he had of speaking. “Just wanted you to know, they’re jelly beans.”
Ali blinked. “What are jelly beans?”
“On his face,” Dave said, brushing some invisible crumb out of his moustache. “And his hands.”
“Good lord,” Ali spluttered. “Really D? You gave him jelly beans?”
“Rayna too,” Albie added, not looking up from his magazine.
She had to admit, that Glock he was eyeing was pretty nice, but that was beside the point. “Rayna? Oh no, I don’t even know where Rayna is right now. RAYNA!”
“Mama?” Her daughter toddled out into the living room and stopped, waiting for further instructions.
“Into the kitchen with your brother, she ordered, before turning back to the couch. “Anyone else you fed jelly beans to that I should know about?”
“He gave one to the hamster,” Dave said, pointing at his friend.
“Traitor,” Albie snarked. “Houdini loved it though.”
“He’s a rodent and rodents have a sweet tooth,” she said, exasperated. “Of course he loved it. He also loves toilet paper tubes, but that doesn’t mean they’re good for him.”
“Hey, don’t get mad at me,” Albie said, holding a hand in the air. “I gave one jelly bean to your hamster, he gave thirty-seven to your children.”
“Thirty se- no. I don’t want to know.” She threw her hands into the air and stormed into the kitchen.
“Dude,” Dave said, voice full of scorn. “It was thirty-five not thirty-seven!”
“Because two makes a difference once you hit thirty,” Ali hollered from the kitchen.
Laughing, Albie leaned in close. “At least I didn’t tell her you gave them thirty-five each.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Right now she thinks that’s the total for them both.”
“And speaking of which,” Albie said, “you want to get out of here before she figures it out?”
“Sure,” Dave agreed. “Nachos?”
“You’re on.”
Fandom: Code Red original-ish fiction
Pairing: Gen
Rating: G
Word Count: 443
Summary: Someone gives Rory something sticky and it all comes apart after that.
Author’s Note: I need to get back to writing this ‘world’ soon. I miss Ali and all of her insane cohorts. Written for the numbers challenge at
1_million_words. The number was: 35.“For the love of god, Rory, what do you have all over your face?” Ali bent down and tilted her son’s chin so that she could get a better look. “Whatever it is, it’s sticky. Go into the kitchen, I’ll be right there to wash your face. And hands. And heaven only knows, probably your feet, too.”
“He eats with his feet?” Albie looked up from the gun magazine he was perusing.
“No,” she sighed, swiping an errant lock of hair out of her eyes. “But he is his father’s child and I never, ever put anything past that man.”
“Good thinking,” her brother said, turning back to his magazine.
“Ali?”
“Yeah,” she said, looking over her shoulder at her brother’s best friend and partner in crime. “You need something, Dave?”
“No,” he said, in that drawn out way he had of speaking. “Just wanted you to know, they’re jelly beans.”
Ali blinked. “What are jelly beans?”
“On his face,” Dave said, brushing some invisible crumb out of his moustache. “And his hands.”
“Good lord,” Ali spluttered. “Really D? You gave him jelly beans?”
“Rayna too,” Albie added, not looking up from his magazine.
She had to admit, that Glock he was eyeing was pretty nice, but that was beside the point. “Rayna? Oh no, I don’t even know where Rayna is right now. RAYNA!”
“Mama?” Her daughter toddled out into the living room and stopped, waiting for further instructions.
“Into the kitchen with your brother, she ordered, before turning back to the couch. “Anyone else you fed jelly beans to that I should know about?”
“He gave one to the hamster,” Dave said, pointing at his friend.
“Traitor,” Albie snarked. “Houdini loved it though.”
“He’s a rodent and rodents have a sweet tooth,” she said, exasperated. “Of course he loved it. He also loves toilet paper tubes, but that doesn’t mean they’re good for him.”
“Hey, don’t get mad at me,” Albie said, holding a hand in the air. “I gave one jelly bean to your hamster, he gave thirty-seven to your children.”
“Thirty se- no. I don’t want to know.” She threw her hands into the air and stormed into the kitchen.
“Dude,” Dave said, voice full of scorn. “It was thirty-five not thirty-seven!”
“Because two makes a difference once you hit thirty,” Ali hollered from the kitchen.
Laughing, Albie leaned in close. “At least I didn’t tell her you gave them thirty-five each.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Right now she thinks that’s the total for them both.”
“And speaking of which,” Albie said, “you want to get out of here before she figures it out?”
“Sure,” Dave agreed. “Nachos?”
“You’re on.”
