Catarina (catdevigri) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2010-08-14 14:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2010 eight characters challenge, author: catdevigri, fandom: original[navigator], pairing: julian/stuart |
Soup and Irish Soda Bread (Original: Navigator, Julian/Stuart)
Title: Soup and Irish Soda Bread
Author: catdevigri
Fandom: Original - Navigator
Pairing/characters: Julian Jet/Stuart Mallory, Leona Maxwell
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word count: 497
Prompt/challenge you're answering: Julian's cooking something up in the kitchen and Stuart can't wait to check it out
Julian was in the kitchen. Stuart smiled. Was it okay for him to make an appearance or would the batter be spilled and the eggs all dropped and broken and burned just because he peeked his head in? Julian was a very fussy man and shy as well. It wasn't always easy to know how to act around him.
"Oh, Leona," the chaplain reached out and tugged on the sleeve of a passing colleague, "Can you do me a favor? See if Julian can stand my presence or not?"
"Aww," Leona laughed gently, "That's sad, Stuart. You're too afraid to pop in on your own?"
"No, not scared- cautious. Tell me instead that I'm too kind to rush in and risk ruining his good time." His fingers dropped from her arm and hung awkwardly in his lap. It was just a bit embarrassing, but Leona was a good, understanding person and Julian's happiness was worth a little embarrassment.
"I'll go, I'll go," she agreed, shaking her head slightly at his silly behavior. Stuart listened carefully as she approached and began to speak with Julian. "What are you making? It smells nice. You're baking too?"
"It's soda bread in the oven. I'm making soup. The bread is something from his home country...right? That's what I read on the internet."
"I don't know. I've never been particularly interested in traditional Irish stuff," Leona answered dumbly. "You're, um, well I though I'd heard that you're really into traditional ethnic cultures."
"Mainly Japan's."
Able to overhear all this, Stuart didn't need Leona to come back and report to him. He strode purposefully into the gallery, a knowing smile gracing his plain face. "How's it going?"
"Stuart... Hi. Can you smell the bread baking? Does it remind you of home?"
"It smells wonderful, Julian. Really, it does." He wasn't sure about the reminiscent of home part, but if it were to be taken more in the sense of whole-hearted cooking for loved ones equalling "home-ness," he definitely was brought back to his past. "I feel so fortunate that I get to be involved in this rare public activity of yours."
"Eh, uh," the doctor nervously scratched his pale hair, "You're welcome. I'm glad. Anyway, don't say any more. You're making me too embarrassed. Let me finish saying what I want to say."
"I'll leave you two alone," Leona murmured, backing off quietly. Who had guessed that Dr. Jet could be so cute?
Julian drummed his gloved fingers on the countertop, letting the lid off some of his nervous energy so he didn't boil over. "We're a long way from Ireland, Stuart, and a long way from Earth, but it occurred to me that there are two ways of going home- physically turning around and taking yourself there, or, alternatively, bringing home to where you are."
"You're wonderfully sentimental." Stuart hopped up onto one of the stools attached to the countertop. "Every day I think this place becomes more and more my home."