Heather (lightningrapier) wrote in lightningfanfic, @ 2007-12-09 06:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | ed helms, john oliver, the daily show |
TDS - Ed/John - PG - Untitled
Author: Emily (lightningrapier)
Fandom: The Daily Show
Pairing: Ed Helms/John Oliver (my Daily Show OTP.)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Besides the fact that this pairing is technically kind of, uhm, impossible, I guess, there are none. :D
Summary: Passing time in the office.
Disclaimer: These people own themselves. This is purely fiction. Please don't sue me.
Notes: Written for a drabble meme for geekgirlofdoom on LJ, in which I was told to use the word "duck". I decided to be a pain in the ass and actually use "ducky", which is apparently really old British "slang" to mean "darling" or whatever other word you wanna call your lover.
Originally posted at LJ on February 20, 2007. Moved over because SixApart are fucking whores. :D
Sometimes, Ed had a hard time figuring out things that John said. It wasn't that he used British slang all the time -- and in fact, Ed was starting to wonder if maybe the slang John did use he'd just made up, just to throw people off. It seemed to most happen when they sat around and played Scattergories (because sometimes the bottom line was that there really wasn't anything better to do in the office). They would have some impossible letter, and John would have no trouble filling every blank in with some strange, off-the-wall word. It was almost frustrating.
Ed had gotten out the game, and they were sitting at opposite ends of the couch, paper in their laps, furiously writing against the ticking timer. John had rolled a "d", and Ed was trying to think of words that started with a "d" that fit all the damn categories. A damn "d", of all letters. John was most definitely fired from rolling.
The timer rung, signaling that time had run out. Ed frowned down at his list. He'd gotten a few, but a lot of them had completely stumped him, and none of his answers were particularly creative.
"Alright! Let's see what you got," John said, sounding smug and completely prepared to kick Ed's ass. Ed frowned, a little, staring down at his answers.
"Fine, fine."
John read down the line of categories and Ed gave his answers. They were doing fine until they hit "terms of endearment". The only thing Ed had been able to think of that started with a "d" was "darling", and he was certain that John had gotten that, too, but had written it down anyway.
John rose an eyebrow. "Oh, right. I didn't even think of that one, actually," he remarked, glancing down at his own list. Ed blinked, tilting his head.
"Really? What did you get, then?"
"Ducky," John replied easily. Ed stared at him for a long moment, completely uncomprehending.
"What?" he finally asked. John grinned a little, repeating his answer. Ed shook his head. "You made that up. I don't even know what the hell a 'ducky' is, besides the name a five-year-old gives for little white things that swim around in ponds."
"Now you're getting defensive," John noted with a grin. "C'mon. Sure you know what a ducky is." John paused, thinking about it. "Or at least, you should, being one yourself, and everything."
Ed blinked, not expecting it. "Oh really?" he countered. "And just what five-year-old do I belong to?"
"Oh, now that's a little harsh," John answered, doodling boredly on his page. "I'm not that much younger than you are."
Flushing a little, Ed cleared his throat, quickly staring down at his answers. "Okay, whatever, I'll let you take the points."
"Good boy."