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waldos_writings) wrote2010-04-27 01:06 pm
waldos_writings) wrote2010-04-27 01:06 pm
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NCIS LA: Moderation (Callen/Hanna)
Title: Moderation
Rating: PG-13
Length: 206 words (Hey, I said word counts were just guidelines! :)
Summary: It's the morning after G's birthday.
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callenhanna Three Weeks for Dreamwidth challenge. Prompt word: Moderation. (go figure)
Callen groaned and pulled his pillow over his head. Sam’s alarm was cutting straight through his head. He wasn’t entirely sure that moving enough to kill it wouldn’t be just enough to make the rolling in his stomach turn into an Olympic level puke-fest.
After what seemed like hours, he heard a slap before blissful silence. The reprieve lasted for all of seven seconds before the pillow was snatched away unceremoniously and sunlight assaulted his eyelids.
“Moderation, man, I warned you.”
G slit his eyes enough to see Sam sitting on the edge of the bed, handing him a glass of water and a handful of pills. “Aspirin and some vitamins. You need to get up, ‘cause Hetty’ll have your ass if you don’t make it in this morning.”
G groaned again, sitting up just enough to swallow everything Sam gave him. “And you wondered why I tried so damn hard to make sure no one ever found out my birthday.”
Then he saw the card that Sam had given to him at the club the night before, apparently rescued from the heap his jeans and shirt were in on the floor, sitting on the bedside table. He decided that maybe letting it ‘slip’ wasn’t so bad.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 206 words (Hey, I said word counts were just guidelines! :)
Summary: It's the morning after G's birthday.
Written for :
callenhanna Three Weeks for Dreamwidth challenge. Prompt word: Moderation. (go figure)Callen groaned and pulled his pillow over his head. Sam’s alarm was cutting straight through his head. He wasn’t entirely sure that moving enough to kill it wouldn’t be just enough to make the rolling in his stomach turn into an Olympic level puke-fest.
After what seemed like hours, he heard a slap before blissful silence. The reprieve lasted for all of seven seconds before the pillow was snatched away unceremoniously and sunlight assaulted his eyelids.
“Moderation, man, I warned you.”
G slit his eyes enough to see Sam sitting on the edge of the bed, handing him a glass of water and a handful of pills. “Aspirin and some vitamins. You need to get up, ‘cause Hetty’ll have your ass if you don’t make it in this morning.”
G groaned again, sitting up just enough to swallow everything Sam gave him. “And you wondered why I tried so damn hard to make sure no one ever found out my birthday.”
Then he saw the card that Sam had given to him at the club the night before, apparently rescued from the heap his jeans and shirt were in on the floor, sitting on the bedside table. He decided that maybe letting it ‘slip’ wasn’t so bad.
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