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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: The Theoretical Vacation Proposition
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,409
Summary: Zayne is tired and worn out and suggests he needs a vacation.
Author’s Note: I’m a slacker so I combined two challenges into one. This fits both the Give it a Whirl Day 8 Challenge (long form fic – over 1000 words) and the Weekend Challenge from December 15, 2017. And yes, as the title suggests, I watch way too much of The Big Bang Theory. I promise this will be my last post today.
“I need a vacation,” Zayne said, flopping down into his chair across from Zeklos. His partner didn’t even look up at this declaration, causing a frown to crease Zayne’s forehead. “Are you listening to me, Zek?”
“I heard you say you needed a vacation,” Zeklos responded, eyes still on the computer screen in front of him. “I do not know what you need a vacation from, however.”
“You,” he said sullenly, not really meaning it. “Nah, I take that back. The narco maybe. Those two lunatic women for sure.”
“To which lunatic women are you referring,” Zeklos asked.
He didn’t sound as if he really gave a damn, but Zayne appreciated Zek’s attempt to humor him all the same. “The two we share a space with,” he said, referring to Trish Rollins and Zayne’s one time girlfriend, Hilary Maxwell. “Why don’t you think I need a vacation?”
Zeklos glanced up from the report he’d been typing and eyed Zayne’s boots resting on his desk. “That would be my first indication,” he said, pointing at Zayne’s worn Ropers. “And you always leave me to do the reports once the case is over. I am the one who needs the vacation.”
“Okay,” Zayne said, nodding his head. “I’d agree you could use some time off. If we went on vacation together – just you and me, not the narco –”
“Do you not want Jay on our vacation,” Zek asked, studying him.
“He can come along next time,” Zayne said, waving off Zek’s concern. “Since this is hypothetical, he’s not coming along, okay?”
“I guess that is okay as long as we are only talking in generalizations.”
“Great,” Zayne said, wiggling his foot on the desk. “So, if we were going to go on vacation tomorrow, where would you take me?”
“I would like to go home again,” Zeklos said, staring at his monitor. “But since that is not possible right now, I would take you to the mountains.”
The boot stopped fidgeting. “Why can’t we go home? You ashamed of me?”
“No,” Zeklos said, shaking his head. “I am not. However, it is costly and I spent an exorbitant amount of money last year going home to see my father…”
His voice trailed off and Zayne kicked himself mentally for making Zek go there again. Losing his dad had been hard on his partner. “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have –”
“It is okay,” Zeklos said, shaking off the melancholy before it could take hold. “Since I had to fly home unexpectedly, I was unable to wait for a good price. I had to take the flight I could get. And it was not cheap.”
“So, where would we go then? Stay local? Go to Cali?”
Zeklos was shaking his head before Zayne had finished speaking. “No, when I vacation I like to actually get away from here, even if it is only a day or two. And California holds little appeal for me.” He scratched the back of his neck, presumably putting his thoughts in order. “This is why I asked if Jay was coming on this fantasy vacation, because I would take us to the mountains, likely somewhere in Utah.”
“Mmm,” Zayne said, dropping his feet to the floor. He leaned his elbows on the edge of his desk, resting his chin in his hands. “Snowy days, nights curled up by the fire. Yeah, I could totally get behind a vacation like that. So fine, maybe the ginger can come with us. Show us the sights.” Like his pale, naked ass. As much as he teased Rosewood about his lack of a tan, Zayne kinda dug all that creamy, white skin.
“Where are we going,” James asked, appearing as if summoned by the conversation.
“What the hell,” Zayne said, startled by Rosewood’s appearance. “You learn to teleport finally? Pass your N.E.W.T.S. or something?”
“I’m not exactly sure what the hell you’re talking about, cowboy, but okay. Sure. Whatever.” He grabbed an unoccupied chair and wheeled it over by Zeklos’ desk. “So, tell me, Andy. Where are we going?”
“We are not going anywhere, Jay.”
“We’re planning an imaginary vacation,” Zayne said, leaning back in his chair. He rested his clasped hands behind his head. “Zek’s taking us to the mountains.”
“Cool,” James grinned. “I haven’t been skiing in years.”
“I don’t ski,” Zayne pouted.
“You can snowboard, Reyes,” James said, leaning over and giving his knee a squeeze. “I bet you’d be good at it. Can you ski, Andy?”
“I can,” he said, looking back at his monitor and beginning to type again. Always the responsible one, Zek never let even a theoretical vacation get in the way of work. “But I have not had an opportunity in many years.”
“We should make actual plans,” James said, crossing one long leg over the other. “For this coming winter. It would give us plenty of time to get good rates, save some money… get the cowboy skiing lessons.”
“Or not,” Zayne said. “I can stick with snowboarding. Skiing freaks me out.”
James laughed. “Why?”
Shrugging, Zayne looked at Zeklos who had gone back to work. He figured one of them might as well be productive. “I don’t know. A snowboard is like a giant skateboard in a way. Skis are like death sticks. I’ve heard too many horror stories.”
“Snowboarders get injured as well, Zayne,” Zeklos reminded him.
“Yeah, but they usually just tip over,” Zayne said. “They don’t fall on their face, skid down the side of a mountain, and go flying off a cliff.”
“They might,” James laughed. “Especially if they are you.”
“On second thought, I’ll stay by the fire and drink my ass off while you two attempt to kill yourselves.”
“Maybe we should not go to the mountains,” Zeklos muttered at his keyboard. “Stay somewhere Zayne will not throw himself off a cliff.”
“Or get thrown off a cliff,” James added.
“Not funny, narco,” Zayne grinned. “So, what’s the plan?”
“I’d suggest the Grand Canyon,” James said, “but again: cliffs.”
“You are an asshole,” Zayne said without any real heat. Rosewood was only being his annoying self after all. “Zek, what do you think? If the mountains are out, what’s your next choice?”
“The beach,” James suggested.
“Hawaii was going to be my suggestion,” Zeklos sighed. “But I do not know if I can handle the two of you in a tropical paradise.”
“Can’t you handle anything in paradise,” Zayne teased. “Besides, we can fill you with enough fruity drinks that you won’t care.”
“He has a point, Andy,” James added.
Zeklos shrugged. “Maybe,” he said.
“That’s not a no, narco.”
“You’re right, cowboy. Think we should start researching?”
Zayne grabbed his mouse and opened a web browser. “No time like the present.”
“When did this imaginary vacation turn into a real one,” Zeklos asked.
“The second you started entertaining the idea,” James said, kissing Andrej on the cheek. “I promise not to let him bankrupt us.”
“You’re no fun, gingerbread,” Zayne cackled, fingers clicking rapidly on his keyboard. “But he’s right, Zek. I won’t put the three of us into hock over this vacation. I mean, we gotta save up for that trip home, right?”
Zeklos shook his head. “Yes, Zayne. And you need to pay for language lessons as well.”
Zayne looked up, confused. “Language lessons?”
“Yes,” Zeklos grinned. “My family does not speak any English. You will need to communicate somehow.”
He knew he was being fucked with but he didn’t care. “Da, iubirea mea,” he said awkwardly, the words he’d been practicing feeling clumsy on his tongue. “I think I can manage that.”
Zek’s mouth hung open.
“Wow,” James snickered. “Color me surprised.”
“I’m coloring you a dork,” Zayne said as Zeklos shook off his surprise and got back to work. “Now get over here and help me figure out where we should stay.”
“On it, cowboy.” James looked at Zeklos. “What’s the word for ‘cowboy, Andy?”
“Văcar,” he replied. “Although ‘cowboy’ is used as well. English words creep into other languages the same as foreign words find their way into English.”
“Văcar,” James said, rolling the word around. “I’m going to have to remember that. Make people think I’m calling him something rude when I’m not.”
Zeklos shook his head. “I do not understand you two.”
“You don’t have to understand us,” Zayne said, looking up from the beautiful beach displayed on his monitor. “You just have to love us.”
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,409
Summary: Zayne is tired and worn out and suggests he needs a vacation.
Author’s Note: I’m a slacker so I combined two challenges into one. This fits both the Give it a Whirl Day 8 Challenge (long form fic – over 1000 words) and the Weekend Challenge from December 15, 2017. And yes, as the title suggests, I watch way too much of The Big Bang Theory. I promise this will be my last post today.
“I need a vacation,” Zayne said, flopping down into his chair across from Zeklos. His partner didn’t even look up at this declaration, causing a frown to crease Zayne’s forehead. “Are you listening to me, Zek?”
“I heard you say you needed a vacation,” Zeklos responded, eyes still on the computer screen in front of him. “I do not know what you need a vacation from, however.”
“You,” he said sullenly, not really meaning it. “Nah, I take that back. The narco maybe. Those two lunatic women for sure.”
“To which lunatic women are you referring,” Zeklos asked.
He didn’t sound as if he really gave a damn, but Zayne appreciated Zek’s attempt to humor him all the same. “The two we share a space with,” he said, referring to Trish Rollins and Zayne’s one time girlfriend, Hilary Maxwell. “Why don’t you think I need a vacation?”
Zeklos glanced up from the report he’d been typing and eyed Zayne’s boots resting on his desk. “That would be my first indication,” he said, pointing at Zayne’s worn Ropers. “And you always leave me to do the reports once the case is over. I am the one who needs the vacation.”
“Okay,” Zayne said, nodding his head. “I’d agree you could use some time off. If we went on vacation together – just you and me, not the narco –”
“Do you not want Jay on our vacation,” Zek asked, studying him.
“He can come along next time,” Zayne said, waving off Zek’s concern. “Since this is hypothetical, he’s not coming along, okay?”
“I guess that is okay as long as we are only talking in generalizations.”
“Great,” Zayne said, wiggling his foot on the desk. “So, if we were going to go on vacation tomorrow, where would you take me?”
“I would like to go home again,” Zeklos said, staring at his monitor. “But since that is not possible right now, I would take you to the mountains.”
The boot stopped fidgeting. “Why can’t we go home? You ashamed of me?”
“No,” Zeklos said, shaking his head. “I am not. However, it is costly and I spent an exorbitant amount of money last year going home to see my father…”
His voice trailed off and Zayne kicked himself mentally for making Zek go there again. Losing his dad had been hard on his partner. “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have –”
“It is okay,” Zeklos said, shaking off the melancholy before it could take hold. “Since I had to fly home unexpectedly, I was unable to wait for a good price. I had to take the flight I could get. And it was not cheap.”
“So, where would we go then? Stay local? Go to Cali?”
Zeklos was shaking his head before Zayne had finished speaking. “No, when I vacation I like to actually get away from here, even if it is only a day or two. And California holds little appeal for me.” He scratched the back of his neck, presumably putting his thoughts in order. “This is why I asked if Jay was coming on this fantasy vacation, because I would take us to the mountains, likely somewhere in Utah.”
“Mmm,” Zayne said, dropping his feet to the floor. He leaned his elbows on the edge of his desk, resting his chin in his hands. “Snowy days, nights curled up by the fire. Yeah, I could totally get behind a vacation like that. So fine, maybe the ginger can come with us. Show us the sights.” Like his pale, naked ass. As much as he teased Rosewood about his lack of a tan, Zayne kinda dug all that creamy, white skin.
“Where are we going,” James asked, appearing as if summoned by the conversation.
“What the hell,” Zayne said, startled by Rosewood’s appearance. “You learn to teleport finally? Pass your N.E.W.T.S. or something?”
“I’m not exactly sure what the hell you’re talking about, cowboy, but okay. Sure. Whatever.” He grabbed an unoccupied chair and wheeled it over by Zeklos’ desk. “So, tell me, Andy. Where are we going?”
“We are not going anywhere, Jay.”
“We’re planning an imaginary vacation,” Zayne said, leaning back in his chair. He rested his clasped hands behind his head. “Zek’s taking us to the mountains.”
“Cool,” James grinned. “I haven’t been skiing in years.”
“I don’t ski,” Zayne pouted.
“You can snowboard, Reyes,” James said, leaning over and giving his knee a squeeze. “I bet you’d be good at it. Can you ski, Andy?”
“I can,” he said, looking back at his monitor and beginning to type again. Always the responsible one, Zek never let even a theoretical vacation get in the way of work. “But I have not had an opportunity in many years.”
“We should make actual plans,” James said, crossing one long leg over the other. “For this coming winter. It would give us plenty of time to get good rates, save some money… get the cowboy skiing lessons.”
“Or not,” Zayne said. “I can stick with snowboarding. Skiing freaks me out.”
James laughed. “Why?”
Shrugging, Zayne looked at Zeklos who had gone back to work. He figured one of them might as well be productive. “I don’t know. A snowboard is like a giant skateboard in a way. Skis are like death sticks. I’ve heard too many horror stories.”
“Snowboarders get injured as well, Zayne,” Zeklos reminded him.
“Yeah, but they usually just tip over,” Zayne said. “They don’t fall on their face, skid down the side of a mountain, and go flying off a cliff.”
“They might,” James laughed. “Especially if they are you.”
“On second thought, I’ll stay by the fire and drink my ass off while you two attempt to kill yourselves.”
“Maybe we should not go to the mountains,” Zeklos muttered at his keyboard. “Stay somewhere Zayne will not throw himself off a cliff.”
“Or get thrown off a cliff,” James added.
“Not funny, narco,” Zayne grinned. “So, what’s the plan?”
“I’d suggest the Grand Canyon,” James said, “but again: cliffs.”
“You are an asshole,” Zayne said without any real heat. Rosewood was only being his annoying self after all. “Zek, what do you think? If the mountains are out, what’s your next choice?”
“The beach,” James suggested.
“Hawaii was going to be my suggestion,” Zeklos sighed. “But I do not know if I can handle the two of you in a tropical paradise.”
“Can’t you handle anything in paradise,” Zayne teased. “Besides, we can fill you with enough fruity drinks that you won’t care.”
“He has a point, Andy,” James added.
Zeklos shrugged. “Maybe,” he said.
“That’s not a no, narco.”
“You’re right, cowboy. Think we should start researching?”
Zayne grabbed his mouse and opened a web browser. “No time like the present.”
“When did this imaginary vacation turn into a real one,” Zeklos asked.
“The second you started entertaining the idea,” James said, kissing Andrej on the cheek. “I promise not to let him bankrupt us.”
“You’re no fun, gingerbread,” Zayne cackled, fingers clicking rapidly on his keyboard. “But he’s right, Zek. I won’t put the three of us into hock over this vacation. I mean, we gotta save up for that trip home, right?”
Zeklos shook his head. “Yes, Zayne. And you need to pay for language lessons as well.”
Zayne looked up, confused. “Language lessons?”
“Yes,” Zeklos grinned. “My family does not speak any English. You will need to communicate somehow.”
He knew he was being fucked with but he didn’t care. “Da, iubirea mea,” he said awkwardly, the words he’d been practicing feeling clumsy on his tongue. “I think I can manage that.”
Zek’s mouth hung open.
“Wow,” James snickered. “Color me surprised.”
“I’m coloring you a dork,” Zayne said as Zeklos shook off his surprise and got back to work. “Now get over here and help me figure out where we should stay.”
“On it, cowboy.” James looked at Zeklos. “What’s the word for ‘cowboy, Andy?”
“Văcar,” he replied. “Although ‘cowboy’ is used as well. English words creep into other languages the same as foreign words find their way into English.”
“Văcar,” James said, rolling the word around. “I’m going to have to remember that. Make people think I’m calling him something rude when I’m not.”
Zeklos shook his head. “I do not understand you two.”
“You don’t have to understand us,” Zayne said, looking up from the beautiful beach displayed on his monitor. “You just have to love us.”
