Pairing: None / gen
Word Count: 550
Summary: Peanut-butter-cookie induced crack fic…
There was sudden static tingle in the air that made the hair on Danny’s arms stand on end, making him shiver.
“Weird. Did you feel that; what the hell was it? Becks?”
Danny looked around, frowning, when there was no response but Becker was nowhere to be seen.
There was no one else in the room with him; the spot where Becker had been standing only moments earlier empty except for… Danny frowned and moved closer. What the hell?
Crouching down, Danny picked up the object.
It was one of those little toys, one of the little plastic trolls with the brightly coloured bushy hair that could be stuck on the top of a pencil. Only this one was different. This one had a shock of black hair and the annoyed expression on its face was startlingly familiar.
Danny stared at it for a moment before tentatively asking, “Becker?” and feeling stupid for even asking.
No matter how stupid he felt, however, he knew that his first instinct was right. When he heard footsteps approaching, he stuffed the troll hastily into his jeans pocket.
“Hey, Quinn, have you seen Becker anywhere?”
Danny smiled amiably at the soldier. “He left a while ago, said he was heading to the armoury,” he lied easily, watching as the soldier left again.
Heading back to his office, he took the troll out of his pocket again and set it on his desk as he started on the pile of paperwork he’d been ignoring for the past week.
A couple of hours later, Danny felt the same static tingle on his skin as he had earlier and looked at the troll. It looked exactly the same; maybe he’d imagined the whole thing. Maybe the insanity of the ARC was getting to him. Still, he moved away from the desk, keeping his eyes on the troll; he had to see for himself that his insane theory was correct.
The change was instantaneous. One moment the troll was on his desk, right where he’d left it, and the next, Becker was. Becker moved, accidentally knocking over the tub of pens on Danny’s desk as he got to his feet, blushing when he saw Danny watching.
Despite the fact that he’d half expected it to happen, it took a while for Danny to find the words.
“What the fucking hell was that?”
Becker gave him a look that clearly said he didn’t want to talk about it, but Danny was having none of it.
“It’s hard to explain,” Becker told him.
“Try anyway. I could have just left you for Reynolds to find, but I didn’t. I covered for you,” Danny reminded him.
Reluctantly Becker agreed to explain it all later over dinner. “Oh, and if you could avoid putting me in your pocket if it happens again, I’d be grateful,” he added. “There’s a bloody big hole in it and you wouldn’t believe the view I got.”
Danny just smirked. “Be nice to me, mate, or next time you’ll find yourself on top of a pencil…”