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Make It So (Romani Detective Original Fiction)
Title: Make It So
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,302
Summary: Zayne has an accident of sorts and James gets jealous.
Author’s Notes: Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words. My prompt was: “Tell me it's going to be okay! You have to make it okay!”
Oh, and fair warning: I have another I'll post here in a bit. Was very productive this morning for once.
“Tell me this is going to be okay,” Zayne said, looking up at James with pleading eyes. “You have got to figure out a way to make this okay, narco!”
“Me,” James asked, leaning down to get a better idea of exactly what that idiot had done this time, “why do I have to fix your problems?”
“Because Zek’s going to kill me,” he whimpered. “I disappoint him too much already, I don’t need to add to it by breaking his shit.”
“Maybe you should stop touching his shit then,” James offered. Reyes gave him those sad, green eyes again and, suddenly, it occurred to him why Andy had such a hard time telling the jackass no. “Show me the damage.”
Sighing, Zayne handed over the broken figurine so that James could examine it. Andy didn’t have many kitschy things in his house, and what he did have had all been given to him by someone he cared about. It wasn’t any wonder Reyes was so upset. I looked like it had at one time been a horse.
“It’s bad, isn’t it,” Zayne asked, sounding completely freaked out. “He’s going to kill me. Shit, does that mean Rollins and Maxwell will investigate my murder?”
“Nah,” James laughed, picturing the situation in his mind. “It’ll be Andy because no one would ever suspect our level-headed boyfriend of murder. I think he has more patience when it comes to you than your own mother might.”
“That’s not saying much,” Zayne snorted. “Mama never did have much tolerance for anything.”
“I think it’s repairable,” James said, drawing the conversation back to the broken figurine, “but why don’t you just tell Andy you broke it. Didn’t you say you were dusting anyway?”
Zayne blanched. “Yeah, I heard him grumbling about how no one ever helps out around this place and since you don’t live here, I figured he meant me.” He gave a sad shrug and looked up at James. “I thought I could help but apparently I only caused more trouble.”
“I would expect no less, Zayne,” Andrej said from over James shoulder. “Why are you on the floor?”
“Because he’s been bad,” James chuckled, turning and giving Andrej a kiss. “But seriously, he knocked something off a shelf and it broke.”
“That does not explain why he is sitting on the floor, Jay.”
“He’s contemplating moving back to Texas,” James said, tapping Zayne on the head. “He’s worried you’re going to toss him out on his ass for being careless.”
“Did you do it intentionally, Zayne,” Andrej asked with a sigh.
“Of course not,” Zayne growled, giving the redhead a glare. “I wouldn’t ever do something like this on purpose.”
Andrej gave James a confused look. James didn’t know what to tell him because the cowboy confused them both.
“Then why are you so concerned about being ousted from my home?”
“Because I broke your horse,” he said, holding up the pieces. “You don’t have much stuff like this and I know that everything in this house has a purpose, a point. I was afraid I’d broken something important. Special.”
“Trish gave it to me after hearing about my childhood,” he said, giving Zayne a reassuring smile. “I like horses as they’ve been important to my people’s history. Maybe I can call Elijah. He has a way with his – with delicate items.”
James frowned at the blush creeping across Andy’s cheeks, wondering about this Elijah that crept into conversation on occasion.
“Yeah,” Reyes cackled, giving Andy an eyebrow waggle. “I’ve heard he’s got good hands.”
“Zayne, please,” Andrej begged, blushing harder. He flicked his eyes at James, confusing the redhead even more. “Give me the pieces and I will talk to him later.”
“Tell the kid I said hello when you do,” Zayne said.
The air of teasing had gone out of Zayne’s words, leaving James even more perplexed than he’d been. He and Andy were definitely going to have a discussion later.
“I will, Zayne,” Andrej said, taking the pieces of the broken figurine and heading into the kitchen.
“You’re not mad at me, are you,” he called after his partner’s retreating back.
Andrej stuck his head out of the kitchen. “No, Zayne. It was an accident. It is fine.”
“Whew,” Zayne said, moving from his ass to his knees. Slowly, he rose to his feet. “That was a close one.”
James stared at Zayne, speculating at all the secrets this man must share with his – their – boyfriend. “Reyes,” he said, the words sticking in his throat.
“Yeah,” Zayne said, stopping on his way into the living room. “What’s up, duck?”
“I – uh, you know this Elijah Andy mentioned?”
Something indecipherable crossed the cowboy’s face before it broke into a brilliant smile. “Yeah, nice kid. Works as a bartender down near UNLV. Why?”
“How’d you two meet him,” James asked. Andy wasn’t the kind to frequent bars of any kind, so how on earth did he become friends with a bartender?
Zayne frowned. “We interviewed him while working a case a few years back. Why?”
Shrugging, James pushed it aside. “Just curious. He gets mentioned now and then and I have no idea who he is.”
Grinning, Zayne gave James’ shoulder a gentle push. “You’re jealous,” he teased. “And I love it. You have nothing to worry about, baby. Andy’s all yours. Well, and mine, too.”
“Yeah, well, thanks,” he said, knowing that Reyes had intentionally not answered his question either. He could ask Andy about it later, when they were alone.
Andrej reentered the dining room, smiling.
“What did Eli say,” Reyes asked.
Andrej nodded, his cheeks flaming red with some unspoken awkwardness. “He said to bring it by later and that he’d look at it. It’s likely that I’ll have to throw it out, but he said he’d try.”
Zayne visibly relaxed with Andrej’s words. “Tell him thank you for me. I feel awful.”
“I know you do,” Andrej said, some of the embarrassment leaving his face. “And Eli – Elijah,” he corrected himself, “is happy to help you out.” Andrej gave the cowboy a look James hadn’t ever seen before.
“Yeah, well, he owes me,” Zayne laughed. “Let me know if you want me to come along when you go visit.”
James felt like that last bit was for his benefit but he couldn’t be sure. He did know that he was going to have to question someone, soon. If there was something he hated, it was being out of the loop. “So, you’re not going to throttle him, Andy?”
“Of course not, Jay,” Andrej replied.
“What a shame.”
“Hey,” Zayne called from the living room. “I’ll remember that the next time you need my help, narco.”
Andrej muttered something in Romanian and James frowned. “I hate it when you do that.”
“Do what,” Andrej asked, placing the bag of broken porcelain on the counter.
“Speak in a language I don’t understand,” he clarified. “Makes me wonder what you’re saying and why you can’t say it in English.”
“Sometimes,” Andrej said, wrapping his arms around James, “it’s because I’m speaking out of anger and what I’m saying might hurt you or Zayne. And other times, it’s because there is no English to express what I’m feeling. But mostly, it’s because when you frustrate me, I revert back to my native tongue because I can’t remember how to form English words.”
“Kind of like when we’ve got you in bed with us,” James teased, nuzzling into Andy’s neck.
“Precisely,” he agreed, that beautiful flush not coming from embarrassment this time. James loved the way his neck and face colored pink like this.
Yeah, he could totally live with that idea. James had to wonder though, how crazy did he have to make Reyes before he started speaking Spanish? Heh, challenge accepted, cowboy.
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,302
Summary: Zayne has an accident of sorts and James gets jealous.
Author’s Notes: Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words. My prompt was: “Tell me it's going to be okay! You have to make it okay!”
Oh, and fair warning: I have another I'll post here in a bit. Was very productive this morning for once.
“Tell me this is going to be okay,” Zayne said, looking up at James with pleading eyes. “You have got to figure out a way to make this okay, narco!”
“Me,” James asked, leaning down to get a better idea of exactly what that idiot had done this time, “why do I have to fix your problems?”
“Because Zek’s going to kill me,” he whimpered. “I disappoint him too much already, I don’t need to add to it by breaking his shit.”
“Maybe you should stop touching his shit then,” James offered. Reyes gave him those sad, green eyes again and, suddenly, it occurred to him why Andy had such a hard time telling the jackass no. “Show me the damage.”
Sighing, Zayne handed over the broken figurine so that James could examine it. Andy didn’t have many kitschy things in his house, and what he did have had all been given to him by someone he cared about. It wasn’t any wonder Reyes was so upset. I looked like it had at one time been a horse.
“It’s bad, isn’t it,” Zayne asked, sounding completely freaked out. “He’s going to kill me. Shit, does that mean Rollins and Maxwell will investigate my murder?”
“Nah,” James laughed, picturing the situation in his mind. “It’ll be Andy because no one would ever suspect our level-headed boyfriend of murder. I think he has more patience when it comes to you than your own mother might.”
“That’s not saying much,” Zayne snorted. “Mama never did have much tolerance for anything.”
“I think it’s repairable,” James said, drawing the conversation back to the broken figurine, “but why don’t you just tell Andy you broke it. Didn’t you say you were dusting anyway?”
Zayne blanched. “Yeah, I heard him grumbling about how no one ever helps out around this place and since you don’t live here, I figured he meant me.” He gave a sad shrug and looked up at James. “I thought I could help but apparently I only caused more trouble.”
“I would expect no less, Zayne,” Andrej said from over James shoulder. “Why are you on the floor?”
“Because he’s been bad,” James chuckled, turning and giving Andrej a kiss. “But seriously, he knocked something off a shelf and it broke.”
“That does not explain why he is sitting on the floor, Jay.”
“He’s contemplating moving back to Texas,” James said, tapping Zayne on the head. “He’s worried you’re going to toss him out on his ass for being careless.”
“Did you do it intentionally, Zayne,” Andrej asked with a sigh.
“Of course not,” Zayne growled, giving the redhead a glare. “I wouldn’t ever do something like this on purpose.”
Andrej gave James a confused look. James didn’t know what to tell him because the cowboy confused them both.
“Then why are you so concerned about being ousted from my home?”
“Because I broke your horse,” he said, holding up the pieces. “You don’t have much stuff like this and I know that everything in this house has a purpose, a point. I was afraid I’d broken something important. Special.”
“Trish gave it to me after hearing about my childhood,” he said, giving Zayne a reassuring smile. “I like horses as they’ve been important to my people’s history. Maybe I can call Elijah. He has a way with his – with delicate items.”
James frowned at the blush creeping across Andy’s cheeks, wondering about this Elijah that crept into conversation on occasion.
“Yeah,” Reyes cackled, giving Andy an eyebrow waggle. “I’ve heard he’s got good hands.”
“Zayne, please,” Andrej begged, blushing harder. He flicked his eyes at James, confusing the redhead even more. “Give me the pieces and I will talk to him later.”
“Tell the kid I said hello when you do,” Zayne said.
The air of teasing had gone out of Zayne’s words, leaving James even more perplexed than he’d been. He and Andy were definitely going to have a discussion later.
“I will, Zayne,” Andrej said, taking the pieces of the broken figurine and heading into the kitchen.
“You’re not mad at me, are you,” he called after his partner’s retreating back.
Andrej stuck his head out of the kitchen. “No, Zayne. It was an accident. It is fine.”
“Whew,” Zayne said, moving from his ass to his knees. Slowly, he rose to his feet. “That was a close one.”
James stared at Zayne, speculating at all the secrets this man must share with his – their – boyfriend. “Reyes,” he said, the words sticking in his throat.
“Yeah,” Zayne said, stopping on his way into the living room. “What’s up, duck?”
“I – uh, you know this Elijah Andy mentioned?”
Something indecipherable crossed the cowboy’s face before it broke into a brilliant smile. “Yeah, nice kid. Works as a bartender down near UNLV. Why?”
“How’d you two meet him,” James asked. Andy wasn’t the kind to frequent bars of any kind, so how on earth did he become friends with a bartender?
Zayne frowned. “We interviewed him while working a case a few years back. Why?”
Shrugging, James pushed it aside. “Just curious. He gets mentioned now and then and I have no idea who he is.”
Grinning, Zayne gave James’ shoulder a gentle push. “You’re jealous,” he teased. “And I love it. You have nothing to worry about, baby. Andy’s all yours. Well, and mine, too.”
“Yeah, well, thanks,” he said, knowing that Reyes had intentionally not answered his question either. He could ask Andy about it later, when they were alone.
Andrej reentered the dining room, smiling.
“What did Eli say,” Reyes asked.
Andrej nodded, his cheeks flaming red with some unspoken awkwardness. “He said to bring it by later and that he’d look at it. It’s likely that I’ll have to throw it out, but he said he’d try.”
Zayne visibly relaxed with Andrej’s words. “Tell him thank you for me. I feel awful.”
“I know you do,” Andrej said, some of the embarrassment leaving his face. “And Eli – Elijah,” he corrected himself, “is happy to help you out.” Andrej gave the cowboy a look James hadn’t ever seen before.
“Yeah, well, he owes me,” Zayne laughed. “Let me know if you want me to come along when you go visit.”
James felt like that last bit was for his benefit but he couldn’t be sure. He did know that he was going to have to question someone, soon. If there was something he hated, it was being out of the loop. “So, you’re not going to throttle him, Andy?”
“Of course not, Jay,” Andrej replied.
“What a shame.”
“Hey,” Zayne called from the living room. “I’ll remember that the next time you need my help, narco.”
Andrej muttered something in Romanian and James frowned. “I hate it when you do that.”
“Do what,” Andrej asked, placing the bag of broken porcelain on the counter.
“Speak in a language I don’t understand,” he clarified. “Makes me wonder what you’re saying and why you can’t say it in English.”
“Sometimes,” Andrej said, wrapping his arms around James, “it’s because I’m speaking out of anger and what I’m saying might hurt you or Zayne. And other times, it’s because there is no English to express what I’m feeling. But mostly, it’s because when you frustrate me, I revert back to my native tongue because I can’t remember how to form English words.”
“Kind of like when we’ve got you in bed with us,” James teased, nuzzling into Andy’s neck.
“Precisely,” he agreed, that beautiful flush not coming from embarrassment this time. James loved the way his neck and face colored pink like this.
Yeah, he could totally live with that idea. James had to wonder though, how crazy did he have to make Reyes before he started speaking Spanish? Heh, challenge accepted, cowboy.
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