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shocfix ([info]shocfix) wrote,
@ 2005-12-20 01:00:00
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Sunday Morning - M/M - PG-13
Title: Sunday Morning
Author: [info]shocolate
Pairing: Malachy/Michelle
Words: 172
Rating: PG-13
Warning : actual SPOILERS for Cherrybomb.

We finally have a Malachy/Michelle fic.

This fandom is gonna have shipping wars.

Canon shipping wars.

I have no idea where this bunny came from, or even if it works. Or why this was the first het ficlet I've managed.


Sunday Morning
****
She opened the door and her eyes narrowed when she saw who stood on her doorstep.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, David Crilly?" she said, stepping outside and closing the door behind her.

"Aren't you going to ask me in?" he asked, glancing nervously down the path.

"Not with my husband in the garden, no," she said. "I'm surprised you knocked, with his taxi parked outside."

"I need to… tell you something," he said.

"I don't have anything to say to you," she said, folding her arms.

"It's about… the boy," he said seriously.

"Leave my Malachy alone," she snapped. "Do you know how much I hate him working for you?"

"Do you think I want him there?" he snapped back. "I want you to…"

"I'm not doing you any favours," she said. "After all these years, you…"

"I want you to warn him off my Michelle," he interrupted.

She gasped, one hand coming up to cover her mouth.

"Isn't he just a chip off the old block?" he hissed.


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