Fic: Day Trip (S&S Prompt fic)
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thisbluespiritTitle: Day Trip
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lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 411
Characters/Pairings: Sapphire, Steel (Sapphire/Steel)
Warnings None. Pre-canon, 1960s.
Summary: Sapphire and Steel have run away – if only for the afternoon. (Prompt 84: steel & sapphire - Runaways & Pre-canon)
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The old-fashioned tea-shop is there for the tourists, but then, thinks Sapphire, that is what they are today.
Steel sits uncomfortably at the small, circular table. He doesn’t drink tea; he doesn’t drink anything, and the surroundings aren’t very him, even if he did.
Sapphire doesn’t precisely fit in, either. She’s chosen a demure suit in powder blue that’s rounded at the edges. She should be unremarkable, but she isn’t; she never is. The older couples around them keep glancing over at her, at both of them.
“We should go back.”
Relax, Steel. The assignment is over. We aren’t needed anywhere else, not yet. It’s not a crime not to return – temporarily, of course. She steals an amused look at him.
He returns a decidedly unamused one, but she knows he doesn’t mean it. He’s eyeing the tea-shop with disfavour, though - its jumble of cheap, flower-patterned china, fake and genuine antiques, and mismatched furniture. Old photographs on the walls, next to paintings that are recent copies of older works. So many potential dangers, all set in a centuries-old building with timber-beams across the ceiling that are older still.
Sapphire puts her hand over his and draws his attention back to her. If he didn’t notice such things, he wouldn’t be Steel – and she loves him both for what he is and what he isn’t.
He catches that thought of hers and raises an eyebrow.
Yes. She smiles. I meant you to hear that.
Steel smiles in return and his wariness lessens. He goes so far as to grudgingly humour her. “And what else do people do on this sort of…?”
“Day trip,” she finishes for him. She plays with his hand, intertwining their fingers. “I thought a walk in the park next.”
He follows her gaze to the window, sees the sun shining out there and they both share an acknowledgement that it’s welcome after the darkness and the horrors of the last assignment – of so many assignments.
“That sounds… acceptable.”
She smiles back, brightly this time, and they both stand together in one smooth movement. Sapphire keeps hold of his hand, keeps him close as they exit the overly quaint café. She leans against him as they pause outside in the doorway and there’s mischief lurking in her eyes. “Now, we should go and feed the ducks.”
Steel turns his head, trying to work out the joke and failing. Ducks?
She laughs. “Yes, ducks. On the duckpond. You’ll see.”
***
Author:
lost_spookRating: All ages
Word Count: 411
Characters/Pairings: Sapphire, Steel (Sapphire/Steel)
Warnings None. Pre-canon, 1960s.
Summary: Sapphire and Steel have run away – if only for the afternoon. (Prompt 84: steel & sapphire - Runaways & Pre-canon)
***
The old-fashioned tea-shop is there for the tourists, but then, thinks Sapphire, that is what they are today.
Steel sits uncomfortably at the small, circular table. He doesn’t drink tea; he doesn’t drink anything, and the surroundings aren’t very him, even if he did.
Sapphire doesn’t precisely fit in, either. She’s chosen a demure suit in powder blue that’s rounded at the edges. She should be unremarkable, but she isn’t; she never is. The older couples around them keep glancing over at her, at both of them.
“We should go back.”
Relax, Steel. The assignment is over. We aren’t needed anywhere else, not yet. It’s not a crime not to return – temporarily, of course. She steals an amused look at him.
He returns a decidedly unamused one, but she knows he doesn’t mean it. He’s eyeing the tea-shop with disfavour, though - its jumble of cheap, flower-patterned china, fake and genuine antiques, and mismatched furniture. Old photographs on the walls, next to paintings that are recent copies of older works. So many potential dangers, all set in a centuries-old building with timber-beams across the ceiling that are older still.
Sapphire puts her hand over his and draws his attention back to her. If he didn’t notice such things, he wouldn’t be Steel – and she loves him both for what he is and what he isn’t.
He catches that thought of hers and raises an eyebrow.
Yes. She smiles. I meant you to hear that.
Steel smiles in return and his wariness lessens. He goes so far as to grudgingly humour her. “And what else do people do on this sort of…?”
“Day trip,” she finishes for him. She plays with his hand, intertwining their fingers. “I thought a walk in the park next.”
He follows her gaze to the window, sees the sun shining out there and they both share an acknowledgement that it’s welcome after the darkness and the horrors of the last assignment – of so many assignments.
“That sounds… acceptable.”
She smiles back, brightly this time, and they both stand together in one smooth movement. Sapphire keeps hold of his hand, keeps him close as they exit the overly quaint café. She leans against him as they pause outside in the doorway and there’s mischief lurking in her eyes. “Now, we should go and feed the ducks.”
Steel turns his head, trying to work out the joke and failing. Ducks?
She laughs. “Yes, ducks. On the duckpond. You’ll see.”
***