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eliyesTitle: On the Red Sox's winning the 2007 World Series
Fandom: X-Factor vol.3
Author's notes: I wrote this a day or two after the win, and while I meant to go somewhere with it, the place I was gonna go I've decided to get to from a different point in a different fic, and thus this is all of this I am showing. It is what it is.
It was the most excited any of them had seen Rictor get since Paris.
"YES! Yes! YES!!!"
He sprung to his feet and pointed at the television screen, obscuring it from Jamie, Jamie and Guido's view.
"Did you see that?! Did you SEE that?! THAT, gentlemen, is how it's done."
Then he danced.
Siryn stuck her head into the living room.
"What's all the hullabalooaaah?" She trailed off into a strange questioning noise as Rictor swooped in, picked her up and spun her around, laughing.
"WE WON! We won we won we won!"
Over on the couch, Guido picked up Rictor's coke glass and eyed it for suspicious residue, as Rictor energetically danced Siryn across the room and into the kitchen. He twirled her out and let go when he was within arms reach of the wall phone and started punching in numbers.
Lots of numbers.
Jamie wandered in during this dialling process and watched with some concern, trying to figure out where the hell he could be calling. Mexico, maybe? Didn't seem likely...
Rictor grinned at Siryn, who smiled back, glad to see him so happy, and he reached out and grabbed her hand and swung her arm a few times while he listened to the phone ring. Then his attention diverted to the phone.
"Red Sox won the World!" He shouted into it, and hung up.
He pulled Siryn closer and spun her around again, grinning. She laughed.
"Happy, are ye?"
"You bet!"
Jamie frowned. And not just because Rictor was a good dancer and Siryn was sort of Jamie's girlfriend.
He waited until Rictor had once again spun her loose, this time raiding the fridge. Ric hadn't had so much as a pretzel during the game, just a lot of coca-cola. Possibly all that sugar on an empty stomach was contributing to his high spirits.
"Who was that you called?" Jamie asked, staring pensively at the worn patch on the pocket of Rictor's jeans where he kept his wallet.
Siryn fell in beside Jamie and faked smacking his arm, not actually connecting.
"Stop staring at his arse," she hissed. Jamie rolled his eyes, just as Rictor turned around stuffing a corner of leftover garlic bread in his mouth. He said something indistinct. Three syllables, but Jamie couldn't make them out.
"WHAT?!"
Apparently Siryn understood him just fine.
"Yeah, what?" Jamie said calmly, trying to ignore the way Siryn's impression of a goldfish was disturbingly hot. He motioned to his mouth. "I couldn't hear you with the bread thing."
Rictor swallowed.
"I said, 'Shatterstar'."
"You know where he is?!" Siryn demanded, which was good, because Jamie was a little too surprised to talk.
Rictor snorted, turning his back to them and assembling veggies on the cutting board.
"Of course not."
"But --" Jamie tried. "Then what--?"
"Voice message service," Rictor said, dicing a bell pepper with vigor. "International. Normally pretty expensive, but he hacked it." His shoulders rose in a shrug. "Figured I'd let him know, since the Sox're our team and all."
Fandom: X-Factor vol.3
Author's notes: I wrote this a day or two after the win, and while I meant to go somewhere with it, the place I was gonna go I've decided to get to from a different point in a different fic, and thus this is all of this I am showing. It is what it is.
It was the most excited any of them had seen Rictor get since Paris.
"YES! Yes! YES!!!"
He sprung to his feet and pointed at the television screen, obscuring it from Jamie, Jamie and Guido's view.
"Did you see that?! Did you SEE that?! THAT, gentlemen, is how it's done."
Then he danced.
Siryn stuck her head into the living room.
"What's all the hullabalooaaah?" She trailed off into a strange questioning noise as Rictor swooped in, picked her up and spun her around, laughing.
"WE WON! We won we won we won!"
Over on the couch, Guido picked up Rictor's coke glass and eyed it for suspicious residue, as Rictor energetically danced Siryn across the room and into the kitchen. He twirled her out and let go when he was within arms reach of the wall phone and started punching in numbers.
Lots of numbers.
Jamie wandered in during this dialling process and watched with some concern, trying to figure out where the hell he could be calling. Mexico, maybe? Didn't seem likely...
Rictor grinned at Siryn, who smiled back, glad to see him so happy, and he reached out and grabbed her hand and swung her arm a few times while he listened to the phone ring. Then his attention diverted to the phone.
"Red Sox won the World!" He shouted into it, and hung up.
He pulled Siryn closer and spun her around again, grinning. She laughed.
"Happy, are ye?"
"You bet!"
Jamie frowned. And not just because Rictor was a good dancer and Siryn was sort of Jamie's girlfriend.
He waited until Rictor had once again spun her loose, this time raiding the fridge. Ric hadn't had so much as a pretzel during the game, just a lot of coca-cola. Possibly all that sugar on an empty stomach was contributing to his high spirits.
"Who was that you called?" Jamie asked, staring pensively at the worn patch on the pocket of Rictor's jeans where he kept his wallet.
Siryn fell in beside Jamie and faked smacking his arm, not actually connecting.
"Stop staring at his arse," she hissed. Jamie rolled his eyes, just as Rictor turned around stuffing a corner of leftover garlic bread in his mouth. He said something indistinct. Three syllables, but Jamie couldn't make them out.
"WHAT?!"
Apparently Siryn understood him just fine.
"Yeah, what?" Jamie said calmly, trying to ignore the way Siryn's impression of a goldfish was disturbingly hot. He motioned to his mouth. "I couldn't hear you with the bread thing."
Rictor swallowed.
"I said, 'Shatterstar'."
"You know where he is?!" Siryn demanded, which was good, because Jamie was a little too surprised to talk.
Rictor snorted, turning his back to them and assembling veggies on the cutting board.
"Of course not."
"But --" Jamie tried. "Then what--?"
"Voice message service," Rictor said, dicing a bell pepper with vigor. "International. Normally pretty expensive, but he hacked it." His shoulders rose in a shrug. "Figured I'd let him know, since the Sox're our team and all."