Fic Post: Hidden in Plain View
Title: Hidden in Plain View Pairing: Snape/Lupin Rating: PG-13 Summary: Snape and Lupin must go undercover at a science fiction convention. Note: this began as a series of drabbles in Snape100 and Lupin100
"Remind me again why we're here." Snape looked like an aging Goth in a black t-shirt and very worn jeans. He had pulled his hair into a ponytail in a vain attempt to disguise its unwashed state.
Remus waited for two people dressed as Cybermen to lumber past. "Supposedly one of the last Death Eaters has gone undercover as a Klingon security guard. We're here to find him or her."
"Lovely. Why couldn't we have worn robes?" Snape glared at a display of overpriced Disney collectibles. "Twenty pounds for a Pluto statuette?"
"They're selling well," said Remus.
"Lovely," said Snape.
*****
"Avast ye!" A Muggle in 18th century clothes, stuffed parrot flopping limply off his shoulder, waved a prop sword at Severus. "Stand and deliver!"
"Make up your mind whether you're a pirate or a highwayman, you dunder- "
"Sorry, he hasn't had his medication today," said Remus cheerfully as he hauled Severus into the Dealers' Room. "Ta!"
Severus scowled. "I wasn't going to hex him, not that this lot would have noticed." He paused as two people in t-shirts telling a rude joke about Uranus passed. "Where are these Klingons?"
Remus pointed at someone in a long, multicolored scarf. "There?"
*****
The art show was less interesting than promised, even if they did have an armillary sphere showing the Klingon star system. Alas, there were no actual Klingons in sight, although Severus did order a traditional Ptolemaic system for his quarters.
They had given up and were eating oddly flavored crisps in the hospitality suite when a tall, broad shouldered man with dark makeup and a ridged forehead arrived. He strode dramatically across the room to their table, spread his feet, and spoke.
"You are looking for one of my warriors?"
Remus loosened his wand in its sheath. "Perhaps. Klingon?"
"Yes!"
*****
"So." The Klingon slammed down his pint. "This person you seek is dressed as one of us. Correct?"
"Correct," said Remus. "Has anyone new joined your group lately? Someone who might act a big oddly?"
The Klingon roared with laughter. "This is fandom! We all act oddly!" He gestured at himself. "I work in the Grunings plant. This is my hobby."
"Oh." This was going to be harder than he'd thought.
Severus, wearing a t-shirt claiming that Pluto was too a planet, slipped into an empty seat. "What about makeup? Any smooth foreheads?"
Remus stared. What was Severus talking about?
*****
Three ridge-browed Klingons frog-marched their smooth-browed "friend" out to the door to where Potter, Granger, and a senior Auror waited. "Damn newbie," said their chief. "Thanks for sussing him out"
"Glad to help," said Severus. "Good luck with the Masquerade."
"We could use it. The Pluto Nash group is pretty good," said the Klingon. He stomped off as Remus watched.
"How did you - "
"Our neighbors at Spinner's End watched Star Trek. So did Phipps. Once I actually saw a Klingon - " Severus shrugged.
"A Death Eater watching Muggle telly." Remus shook his head. "Who would have thought?"