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Sometimes You Need To Ask Yourself, Why?
Title: Sometimes You Need To Ask Yourself, Why?
Characters/Pairings: Tseng, Elena, President Shinra
Team: Avalanche
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: "My bed is jumping around," is apparently Polish for: "Good God, I'm smashed."
It really is more like glorified babysitting than an actual job. I have to cart the president around, make sure everyone plays nice and at the end of the night, I have to put him to bed.
We nearly fall face first to the ground as we cross the threshold to his bedroom. "Hey Elena, my bed’s jumping around!“ His voice is slurred.
"No Sir, it’s staying in its place. You just need some sleep.“ Yeah, babysitting. But, as I look over at Tseng, underneath the president’s other arm, I remember that it’s not just the paycheck keeping me here.
Title: Sometimes You Need To Ask Yourself, Why?
Characters/Pairings: Tseng, Elena, President Shinra
Team: Avalanche
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: "My bed is jumping around," is apparently Polish for: "Good God, I'm smashed."
It really is more like glorified babysitting than an actual job. I have to cart the president around, make sure everyone plays nice and at the end of the night, I have to put him to bed.
We nearly fall face first to the ground as we cross the threshold to his bedroom. "Hey Elena, my bed’s jumping around!“ His voice is slurred.
"No Sir, it’s staying in its place. You just need some sleep.“ Yeah, babysitting. But, as I look over at Tseng, underneath the president’s other arm, I remember that it’s not just the paycheck keeping me here.