The Break Up (Code Red Original Fic)
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: The Break Up
Fandom: Code Red Original Fic
Pairing: Allyson Hart/Bryan Tracey
Rating: PG for some language
Word Count: 1,637
New Words: 674
Summary: Ali’s boyfriend crosses the line and she kicks him to the curb.
Author’s Note: See here for a full dissertation on this series. This is part of an extremely old series that I started back in 2006 or so. This particular short was written exactly eight years ago yesterday (1/31/07). I got to a point where I made it halfway through a multi-chapter fic and just… stopped. I’m hoping that by reworking, reediting, and reposting these fics I can get back and finish that one that’s been languishing since February 2010. Eh, what’s five years, right?
Oh, and don’t have a heart attack… it’s het. Hah. (Well, up to a point it is… but you’ll see that when we get there.)
P. S. That's my Ali icon, btw.
“Bryan?” Allyson called out, stepping inside her small apartment.
Looking up from the trash strewn across her kitchenette floor, he spluttered, a guilty look on his face. “What are you doing here?”
“Um, I live here. Sometimes.” She came around to face him. “The question is what are you doing here? And why are you in my garbage?” He was an odd man at the best of times, but this went beyond even his usual weirdness.
“You’ve been acting strangely lately,” he told her, standing and brushing his hands off on his pants. “I thought I’d investigate.”
“Investigate?” she asked, incredulous. “Looks to me like you’re snooping!”
“Look,” he said, attempting to placate her, “I’m you boyfriend, but I’m also your superior. It’s my job to make sure you’re at your best.”
“Boyfriend,” she laughed. “Not for long. Invading my privacy is pretty much top of my list of things not to do, Bryan.”
“Now wait a minute. I’ve found some rather incriminating evidence that you’re going to have to explain!” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, glaring at her.
Allyson rolled her eyes, forcing herself to calm down. He was in the wrong, after all, and she intended to prove it to his stubborn ass.. “Go for it, Bry. Make my day.” God only knew, she could use a laugh after the day she’d had.
He lifted up a movie ticket stub. “What’s this?”
“A movie ticket?” She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on already. His alpha male act was getting old fast.
“Who’d you go with?” His voice was laced heavily with accusation.
Closing her eyes and counting to ten, she responded calmly, “My brother, Albert.”
“He’s not your brother,” he pointed out for no apparent reason.
“Close enough for government work,” she said. They’d been raised as such so why split hairs now?
“Why’d you go to a movie with him?” He was glaring at her again.
“Because he’s my friend and Shana was on a date.” Not that she should have to explain any of this to him.
“Hmm,” he murmured, setting the ticket stub aside. “And this?” He held up another piece of paper. It was obvious he’d been doing some serious digging in her trash.
Ali leaned in closer and grinned. “Dinner receipt.”
“Fancy restaurant,” Bryan observed.
Her grin broadened. “Yeah, it was. Nice wine, yummy tiramisu for dessert.” She knew she was baiting him, but she didn’t care. If the jerk was going to sift through her garbage, he deserved it.
“Who did you go with?” His gaze had focused on her, intent.
“Why don’t you look at the signature on the receipt? It’s not mine.” If he was going to interrogate her, he should get his details straight beforehand.
“Hmm,” he studied the signature very carefully. “Reid, Shana. Damnit Ali! Why didn’t you just tell me you two had dinner together?”
“For one, it isn’t any of your business. Second, I figured that if you’d spent all this time digging through my trash, you’d have figured it out by now. What the hell is wrong with you tonight?” She was tired of playing games with him. God only knows what was in her trash, but she knew that something incriminating had to be in there.
“Why’d you two go to such a ritzy place?” He had that crazy look on his face again, the one he only got before pulling rank and busting her balls for some imagined infraction. News to him, they weren’t at work right now.
“I keep telling you that it isn’t any of your business, but you just won’t listen, will you? I had some good news that night and she treated me to a special dinner. Friends do that sort of thing, you know.” Well, her friends did anyway. Apparently, her boyfriend treated her with suspicion and pelted her with questions.
“What good news?” Bryan held his hands out in question, taking a step closer to her.
“She’d just told me she’d found a new boyfriend,” Shana commented from the entrance to the kitchen, a smirk firmly planted on her face. “One that doesn’t dig in the trash.”
Ali flashed her best friend a ‘thank you’ look, then turned her ire back on Bryan. “Anything else? So far you haven’t proven a damn thing.”
“Explain this!” He held up a limp piece of something, a triumphant look on his face.
“What the…?” As Allyson studied the item in his hand, it became so much clearer. Laughter bubbled up, unstoppable. “Oh, that’s right. It’s a condom. Can’t imagine why you wouldn’t know what one of those was, Bry.”
“Damn you,” he shouted, face turning red. “Why can’t you just answer the question? Do you always have to be so difficult?”
“Yes, I do,” she said. “Because when you’re invading my privacy, you don’t deserve a direct answer,” she yelled back. “And in case you’ve forgotten, I share this place with another person. Another adult even. Did it ever once occur to you that any of those items might be hers?”
Apparently not, because he hung his head and wrung his hands. A different kind of flush suffused his cheeks. “You’re right. I never once thought that…” his voice trailed off as he remembered what he was holding. “Please tell me this is hers…”
Shana turned a pretty shade of pink and nodded. “Yes is it, now, do you mind?”
He tossed the used latex into the garbage. “Sorry. Would you…”
“Sure.” Shana gave her roommate a ‘call me’ gesture and walked out of the kitchen. Ali hoped she was leaving the apartment completely, but was resigned to the fact she’d more than likely hide out and eavesdrop on the conversation to come.
“Bryan, this has got to stop.” If she were honest, this wasn’t his first foray into digging into her private life. Even though he hadn’t ever overstepped his boundaries to this extent, he had pushed his luck.
“What?” He gave her an innocent look that fell a bit flat.
“This,” she waved at the kitchen, indicating the trash on the floor and all of his incriminating evidence he’d piled to the side.
“This is the first time I’ve gotten into your garbage,” he protested.
“Maybe so, but you follow me, you check the messages on my answering machine, you look to see who’s called my cell phone…” She paused as it all began to sink in, wondering how she had let it get so out of hand without realizing it. “You’re becoming obsessive and overbearing. Not to mention possessive and untrusting.”
“Please tell me you’re not seeing someone else?” he begged.
“I’m not. Yet.” Although she totally wished she were, just to see the look on his face if nothing else.
“Then… the dinner?” She almost felt bad for the fear she saw in his eyes.
“I’ve been promoted.” Ali shook her head in frustration. She had wanted to tell him first, but he’d been too busy to be bothered that night.
“Really? That’s great! We should…”
Ali interrupted him. “Bryan, no. Stop. This isn’t going to work. Especially not now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Were you even listening to me before? You are becoming the clingy possessive boyfriend. The kind of man I cannot trust. And now that I’m going to be gone more and have more responsibilities, it’s only going to get worse. No thank you. I can’t imagine what I’d come home to after my first mission away from you.”
“So, that’s it? It’s over?” His arrogant ‘I outrank you’ voice was firmly back in place. It was obvious he thought she was joking.
“Yeah, it is.” Her voice softened suddenly, feeling a bit of compassion for the man she’d loved for so long. Resting a hand on his arm, she continued, “Grow up some. Learn to trust me. Then we’ll see what happens, okay?”
He nodded sullenly. She wouldn’t hold her breath, then.
“Look, you’re still here and so am I. We don’t have to stop seeing each other completely… I just can’t have a relationship with you right now. It’s getting to be too hard. And this,” she motioned to the mess on her floor again, “was really the last straw.” She patted his arm and moved to leave the kitchen. “Now get out… I’ve got a date.”
“But you said…” A look of panic crossed his face.
“I’m just teasing. I’ve got a class tonight. Now scoot!” She was only barely able to keep the laughter at bay.
“On one condition?” Bryan smiled, a hopeful spark in his eyes.
“Shoot.”
“You’ll have dinner with me tomorrow?”
“As long as you promise no more spying,” she warned him.
“You’ve got it!”
“Good, gimme a hug and then go. I’ve got to change.”
Bryan hugged her and held her close, too close considering. Giving her a friendly kiss on the cheek, he left her apartment. Ali watched him go, knowing she had to find a way out of dinner. He’d pissed her off for the last time, but if she hadn’t agreed, he wouldn’t have left.
“You can come out of hiding now, Shan. I need your help,” she called into the mostly empty apartment.
A familiar bundle of red hair appeared in the opening that looked into the kitchen from the living room. “What’s up, duck?”
“I promised that asshole I’d have dinner with him tomorrow.”
“He’s such a jerk,” Shana commiserated. “Tell him you’re washing your hair. He doesn’t even deserve a good excuse.”
Ali laughed. “He’d never buy that, but you’re right. I’m done with him for good this time.”
“Now that calls for a drink,” Shana grinned. “The tequila or the whiskey?”
“Get the tequila,” she said. It was definitely a tequila on ice kind of night.
Fandom: Code Red Original Fic
Pairing: Allyson Hart/Bryan Tracey
Rating: PG for some language
Word Count: 1,637
New Words: 674
Summary: Ali’s boyfriend crosses the line and she kicks him to the curb.
Author’s Note: See here for a full dissertation on this series. This is part of an extremely old series that I started back in 2006 or so. This particular short was written exactly eight years ago yesterday (1/31/07). I got to a point where I made it halfway through a multi-chapter fic and just… stopped. I’m hoping that by reworking, reediting, and reposting these fics I can get back and finish that one that’s been languishing since February 2010. Eh, what’s five years, right?
Oh, and don’t have a heart attack… it’s het. Hah. (Well, up to a point it is… but you’ll see that when we get there.)
P. S. That's my Ali icon, btw.
“Bryan?” Allyson called out, stepping inside her small apartment.
Looking up from the trash strewn across her kitchenette floor, he spluttered, a guilty look on his face. “What are you doing here?”
“Um, I live here. Sometimes.” She came around to face him. “The question is what are you doing here? And why are you in my garbage?” He was an odd man at the best of times, but this went beyond even his usual weirdness.
“You’ve been acting strangely lately,” he told her, standing and brushing his hands off on his pants. “I thought I’d investigate.”
“Investigate?” she asked, incredulous. “Looks to me like you’re snooping!”
“Look,” he said, attempting to placate her, “I’m you boyfriend, but I’m also your superior. It’s my job to make sure you’re at your best.”
“Boyfriend,” she laughed. “Not for long. Invading my privacy is pretty much top of my list of things not to do, Bryan.”
“Now wait a minute. I’ve found some rather incriminating evidence that you’re going to have to explain!” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, glaring at her.
Allyson rolled her eyes, forcing herself to calm down. He was in the wrong, after all, and she intended to prove it to his stubborn ass.. “Go for it, Bry. Make my day.” God only knew, she could use a laugh after the day she’d had.
He lifted up a movie ticket stub. “What’s this?”
“A movie ticket?” She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on already. His alpha male act was getting old fast.
“Who’d you go with?” His voice was laced heavily with accusation.
Closing her eyes and counting to ten, she responded calmly, “My brother, Albert.”
“He’s not your brother,” he pointed out for no apparent reason.
“Close enough for government work,” she said. They’d been raised as such so why split hairs now?
“Why’d you go to a movie with him?” He was glaring at her again.
“Because he’s my friend and Shana was on a date.” Not that she should have to explain any of this to him.
“Hmm,” he murmured, setting the ticket stub aside. “And this?” He held up another piece of paper. It was obvious he’d been doing some serious digging in her trash.
Ali leaned in closer and grinned. “Dinner receipt.”
“Fancy restaurant,” Bryan observed.
Her grin broadened. “Yeah, it was. Nice wine, yummy tiramisu for dessert.” She knew she was baiting him, but she didn’t care. If the jerk was going to sift through her garbage, he deserved it.
“Who did you go with?” His gaze had focused on her, intent.
“Why don’t you look at the signature on the receipt? It’s not mine.” If he was going to interrogate her, he should get his details straight beforehand.
“Hmm,” he studied the signature very carefully. “Reid, Shana. Damnit Ali! Why didn’t you just tell me you two had dinner together?”
“For one, it isn’t any of your business. Second, I figured that if you’d spent all this time digging through my trash, you’d have figured it out by now. What the hell is wrong with you tonight?” She was tired of playing games with him. God only knows what was in her trash, but she knew that something incriminating had to be in there.
“Why’d you two go to such a ritzy place?” He had that crazy look on his face again, the one he only got before pulling rank and busting her balls for some imagined infraction. News to him, they weren’t at work right now.
“I keep telling you that it isn’t any of your business, but you just won’t listen, will you? I had some good news that night and she treated me to a special dinner. Friends do that sort of thing, you know.” Well, her friends did anyway. Apparently, her boyfriend treated her with suspicion and pelted her with questions.
“What good news?” Bryan held his hands out in question, taking a step closer to her.
“She’d just told me she’d found a new boyfriend,” Shana commented from the entrance to the kitchen, a smirk firmly planted on her face. “One that doesn’t dig in the trash.”
Ali flashed her best friend a ‘thank you’ look, then turned her ire back on Bryan. “Anything else? So far you haven’t proven a damn thing.”
“Explain this!” He held up a limp piece of something, a triumphant look on his face.
“What the…?” As Allyson studied the item in his hand, it became so much clearer. Laughter bubbled up, unstoppable. “Oh, that’s right. It’s a condom. Can’t imagine why you wouldn’t know what one of those was, Bry.”
“Damn you,” he shouted, face turning red. “Why can’t you just answer the question? Do you always have to be so difficult?”
“Yes, I do,” she said. “Because when you’re invading my privacy, you don’t deserve a direct answer,” she yelled back. “And in case you’ve forgotten, I share this place with another person. Another adult even. Did it ever once occur to you that any of those items might be hers?”
Apparently not, because he hung his head and wrung his hands. A different kind of flush suffused his cheeks. “You’re right. I never once thought that…” his voice trailed off as he remembered what he was holding. “Please tell me this is hers…”
Shana turned a pretty shade of pink and nodded. “Yes is it, now, do you mind?”
He tossed the used latex into the garbage. “Sorry. Would you…”
“Sure.” Shana gave her roommate a ‘call me’ gesture and walked out of the kitchen. Ali hoped she was leaving the apartment completely, but was resigned to the fact she’d more than likely hide out and eavesdrop on the conversation to come.
“Bryan, this has got to stop.” If she were honest, this wasn’t his first foray into digging into her private life. Even though he hadn’t ever overstepped his boundaries to this extent, he had pushed his luck.
“What?” He gave her an innocent look that fell a bit flat.
“This,” she waved at the kitchen, indicating the trash on the floor and all of his incriminating evidence he’d piled to the side.
“This is the first time I’ve gotten into your garbage,” he protested.
“Maybe so, but you follow me, you check the messages on my answering machine, you look to see who’s called my cell phone…” She paused as it all began to sink in, wondering how she had let it get so out of hand without realizing it. “You’re becoming obsessive and overbearing. Not to mention possessive and untrusting.”
“Please tell me you’re not seeing someone else?” he begged.
“I’m not. Yet.” Although she totally wished she were, just to see the look on his face if nothing else.
“Then… the dinner?” She almost felt bad for the fear she saw in his eyes.
“I’ve been promoted.” Ali shook her head in frustration. She had wanted to tell him first, but he’d been too busy to be bothered that night.
“Really? That’s great! We should…”
Ali interrupted him. “Bryan, no. Stop. This isn’t going to work. Especially not now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Were you even listening to me before? You are becoming the clingy possessive boyfriend. The kind of man I cannot trust. And now that I’m going to be gone more and have more responsibilities, it’s only going to get worse. No thank you. I can’t imagine what I’d come home to after my first mission away from you.”
“So, that’s it? It’s over?” His arrogant ‘I outrank you’ voice was firmly back in place. It was obvious he thought she was joking.
“Yeah, it is.” Her voice softened suddenly, feeling a bit of compassion for the man she’d loved for so long. Resting a hand on his arm, she continued, “Grow up some. Learn to trust me. Then we’ll see what happens, okay?”
He nodded sullenly. She wouldn’t hold her breath, then.
“Look, you’re still here and so am I. We don’t have to stop seeing each other completely… I just can’t have a relationship with you right now. It’s getting to be too hard. And this,” she motioned to the mess on her floor again, “was really the last straw.” She patted his arm and moved to leave the kitchen. “Now get out… I’ve got a date.”
“But you said…” A look of panic crossed his face.
“I’m just teasing. I’ve got a class tonight. Now scoot!” She was only barely able to keep the laughter at bay.
“On one condition?” Bryan smiled, a hopeful spark in his eyes.
“Shoot.”
“You’ll have dinner with me tomorrow?”
“As long as you promise no more spying,” she warned him.
“You’ve got it!”
“Good, gimme a hug and then go. I’ve got to change.”
Bryan hugged her and held her close, too close considering. Giving her a friendly kiss on the cheek, he left her apartment. Ali watched him go, knowing she had to find a way out of dinner. He’d pissed her off for the last time, but if she hadn’t agreed, he wouldn’t have left.
“You can come out of hiding now, Shan. I need your help,” she called into the mostly empty apartment.
A familiar bundle of red hair appeared in the opening that looked into the kitchen from the living room. “What’s up, duck?”
“I promised that asshole I’d have dinner with him tomorrow.”
“He’s such a jerk,” Shana commiserated. “Tell him you’re washing your hair. He doesn’t even deserve a good excuse.”
Ali laughed. “He’d never buy that, but you’re right. I’m done with him for good this time.”
“Now that calls for a drink,” Shana grinned. “The tequila or the whiskey?”
“Get the tequila,” she said. It was definitely a tequila on ice kind of night.
