Who: Quentin, Linda (+ Charlie) What: waking up on a cruise ship Where: their room When: backdated to July 10th Warnings: should be low Status: closed/g-doc
Linda rolled over in bed, still half asleep. She had on a t-shirt and shorts, having given up on sexier nightwear when Charlie could burst into her room. God, she missed Amenadiel and her co-parent a lot. When she briefly heard a “Mama”, Linda said nothing. Sometimes her son would go back into his room to entertain himself, so she could get another half hour of sleep.
However, she then heard her son say, “Goot mawning! Who are you?” Linda finally opened her eyes and saw her son had crawled into the other bed. With a guy she didn’t exactly recognize in her half-asleep no glasses state.
“Aw you my new fend?” Charlie still struggled with his rs and now Linda opened her eyes and realized this wasn’t her house. She looked and located her glasses while Charlie continued to babble next to the other sleeping person.
“What…is happening?”
Quentin had been happily asleep in his own room in the mansion thing Margo and Eliot called a home. Not that he complained about the house. It was just very much Margo and Eliot. If they’d had their druthers, this would have been the Physical Kids house instead of that cottage.
Of course, now that he was settled and getting used to life in Madison, everything changed. Story of his life, really. What gave him his first clue was the Goot mawning! that made him startled in place.
Q blinked himself away then peered in utter confusion at the little boy on his bed. “....uh.” Then he heard the female voice and he yanked the blankets up to his neck since he was only in boxers. “Uh!”
Linda finally put on her glasses and surveyed the situation. She found her phone and looked around.
“Charlie, darling, maybe step one is to not jump on the guy who is as confused as your mom.” Linda looked at the young man. “I’m Linda. You’ve met my son Charlie. I have no clue what is happening.” Given she had enough of her body covered, Linda got up and walked around until she found an information pamphlet. “We’re on a cruise. To Alaska.”
Meanwhile, Charlie hadn’t left the side of Quentin and babbled. He smiled and said, “Who aw you?” Not unlike the damn caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland, Charlie’s current favourite movies.
A nervous smile came to Q’s face. This lady, Linda, seemed to be taking this better than he was. He saw his phone on a stand beside his bed, but he didn’t see a shirt anywhere. Let alone pants.
“We’re on a what?” His head snapped back around to Linda. “To where?!” Alaska? How the…he was completely confused now.
The boy tore him from his racing mind. “Oh! Quentin. Coldwater.” A smile came to his face. “And you’re Charlie.”
LInda opened a drawer and breathed a sigh of relief. “Found clothes.” She very kindly tossed clothes that could only belong to Quentin to the young man. For her, there were skinny jeans and a cute shirt.
Charlie smiled. “Hello Quentin Coldwataw.” He babbled a little more content to spend time with his new friend.
In typical fashion, Linda looked up room service and ordered an assortment of food for the three, having no idea what Quentin liked to eat. Plus coffee. She withheld from the alcohol that would make this situation a little less awkward.
Quentin could hug her right now…maybe after he got dressed. This was so very awkward to be in this state of undress with a woman in the room AND her son. A first for Quentin.
He gave Charlie another brief smile after he hauled his shirt on then squirmed out from under the blankets to don the pants. Jeans. Whatever. “So I’m assuming this is dome weirdness,” he said as he stood up to fasten his jeans. “Sorry, this is my first time. I mean, I met someone who went home then came back and remembered being here, but it’s not the same as experiencing it yourself.”
Prepare yourself, Linda. Quentin babbles, and he’s a hot mess on a regular day.
“Charlie, why don’t you let Quentin get dressed?” Charlie replied, “Okay Mama.” And then didn’t move, which made Linda sigh. She went into the bathroom long enough to change and then emerged.
In the meantime, Charlie kept talking to Quentin. “Do you like twucks? My Little Pony?” The toddler could talk for hours. And Linda didn’t fault him. He still missed his uncle, his brother, and Maze. Their house would never not feel some sort of emptiness.
When Linda emerged, she sat on the edge of her bed, content to chat. “Who did you meet?” Linda wondered if she knew the person.
Making the bed with a toddler on it was interesting. Probably not unlike trying to fold laundry with cats around. Q answered the questions as he flipped the blankets around Charlie. “Uh, I guess. And no.” Seriously? My Little Pony? What did they call them…Bronies? Ugh.
He was relieved when Linda came back and sat on his bed. “Adam Vasic,” he answered. “He knows my girlfriend. Savannah.”
“Oh.” Charlie only looked disappointed for a moment.
“Charlie, why don’t you come sit with me while I make my bed?” Linda had practice making beds with Charlie lying on them. Somehow she didn’t think Quentin did. Charlie nodded and came to sit, although the bed was almost made. Making Charlie’s bed wouldn’t take long either.
“Oh Savannah is the one who won fight night?” Linda hadn’t gone because of Charlie. She recognized the name. “I don’t think I know Adam, but I also went home at one point, and came back with my memories.”
A knock sounded. Linda opened the door and ushered in the food. “Thank God.”
“Yeah, she did.” The smile on Q’s face said everything there was to know about how smitten he was with Savannah. Why a girl like her was with a dweeb like him was anyone’s guess, but Q knew better than to voice that.
There wasn’t just one cart of food. Q’s brows lifted as he smirked a little. “Ok, either you think I’ll eat more than my weight in food, or Charlie does.”
Linda looked at Quentin. “Someone has it bad,” she teased gently. Sometimes opposites ended up attracted to each other, like Chloe and Lucifer. “You seem nice, so I’m happy for you.”
She thought about everything she ordered and groaned. “I may have panicked not knowing what you like to eat. Or, you know, not knowing much of anything at the moment.” Linda shrugged, looking sheepish. “At least we won’t be hungry until…five days from now?” She based it on the amount of food she ordered.
Charlie looked back at Quentin and asked, “Faveowite colow?”
Quentin was feeling more at ease, but he definitely wanted to find out if Savannah was onboard or not. And if so, with who? NO! He told himself not to go there. She liked Q. He should trust her.
“Yeah,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. “She’s kinda awesome.”
He smiled at Charlie. “Green. Yours?”
Linda read the expressions which crossed the young man’s face. She hoped he ended up happy with Savannah.
“Good.” Linda picked out some food for herself and Charlie. Which left enough for like another dozen people. She sighed. “Maybe we should just tell people to come get food here.”
“I like pwaple and owange.” Charlie looked proud he managed those words. Linda added, “His nanny does a brilliant job with colours.”
“Those are great colors,” Q told Charlie. “Especially together.” Now he was planning to see if he could find the little boy a coloring book and crayons.
To Linda he chuckled. “Well, we have our phones. I’ll make a few calls.” It would be an excuse to reach out to Savannah and learn who her roommate was.