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mattdevlin) wrote2009-12-07 08:20 pm
mattdevlin) wrote2009-12-07 08:20 pm
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forensicated | Passive aggressive advice
"Mornin', sunshine," Ronnie offered as he peeled down the wrapper from around a tuna mayonnaise baguette, dropping crumbs all over the blankets of Matt's hospital bed. "Welcome to the land of the living," he added and then took a large bite from the roll.
Matt had barely managed to drag his eyes open before he was met with the abrupt greeting. He was awake enough to catch sight of the shower of crumbs though, screwing his nose up as he made an attempt to brush the covers off. He really was beginning to wonder if his mind was playing tricks on him. Wasn't Vee just here? He must have fallen asleep, sure, but with Ronnie sitting in the seat Vee had been occupying was really messing with his post-surgery brain. This was the first time he had ever had a stay in hospital, let alone surgery, and he wasn't impressed at all. "When did you get here?" he asked, pressing his lips together and holding his side as he tried to shift in the bed. He gestured to Ronnie's lunch, or maybe it was breakfast. All Ronnie's meals seemed to forever blend into one long production line. "Do you have to do that?"
"Yep," was Ronnie's dismissive answer as he swept some more crumbs off his lap to the floor and then picked up his coffee with his free hand for a swig. "You've been out for nearly twenty four hours, mate. I was starting to wonder if we were going to have to clear out your desk. About ready to discuss if you wanted The Stones or Aerosmith played at your funeral. Personally, I would have gone for-"
"The bubble song. Yeah, yeah," Matt cut in, finishing Ronnie's sentence. "If you play West Ham football songs at my funeral, I'll come back to haunt you loudly and irritatingly. Twenty four hours? Are you you serious? It only feels like a little while." He glanced around, most definitely wondering now if he dreamt Vee's presence, until he realised Ronnie was looking at him with a smug smirk on his face. "What?" he asked self-consciously, tugging the blanket a little further up himself like a pseudo shield.
Ronnie just continued to smirk before taking another bite of his sandwich, making sure to chew it slowly and purposefully, making Matt hang for his answer. When he swallowed, washing the mouthful down with another sip from his coffee, he cleared his throat. "Lost something, Matty?"
Matt gave Ronnie a bland look. "My appendix?" he offered, not taking the bait.
Ronnie shrugged. "Neither here nor there, boy. They could have taken a kidney while they were in there and you wouldn't have missed it."
"Pretty sure I would have," Matt said with a soft snort of amusement. "I've become fond of my body parts."
Ronnie gave a slight nod, the smirk back in place. "Remember that when you get out of here and realise the Yank broad has you by the short and curlies, nails in clawing distance of your willy," he advised. "Do you want a toaster or a waffle maker as a wedding present?"
Matt blinked and opened his mouth to say something, but words failed him momentarily, and he closed his mouth again. Okay, so Vee had probably really been here, and when she said she had spoken to Ronnie, it was correct. The thing was, Matt was now nervous as to exactly what had passed between them. Ronnie was never one to really hold back on making a comment if he thought it was necessary. "She's just... taken some leave to come and stay for awhile. That's all. Last I looked, that wasn't a crime," he had to add, now a little on the defensive side.
"She's a copper, Matty. Yet, she wants to come to London. How is she going to get citizenship to be a copper here?" Ronnie went on to peel the paper wrapping away from the tail end of his baguette. "How do you know she wasn't just online trawling for a bloke to get hitched to so she can live here? She might be part of a smuggling ring, prostitution. You name it."
Matt groaned and rubbed at his forehead with the tips of his fingers. "A copper in a prostitution smuggling ring? Creative, I'll give you that," he returned. "Do you really think she would trawl another copper, who she knows works for the MIU, to try and marry for a Brit citizenship if she was the hardened crim you peg her for? It was you whole me to try a singles online dating site, too, I might add!"
"Seen worse," Ronnie had to remind him pointedly. "She might want to top you once she's got the wedding certificate. Mind, my first wife wanted to do the same with me, so I can hardly judge. It was just because I liked a bottle to keep me warm at night rather than her."
Matt sighed and looked at Ronnie calmly. "I'm not going to marry her. Okay? I just want to get to know her a little better, and she can be here. I can't be over there. I wouldn't want to be over there. New York doesn't appeal to me in any way. And it might only turn out to last as long as her leave does, and it will be some fun until then. If that happens, then I'm hardly going to be in a worse position than before I met her, am I?"
Ronnie just listened, watching Matt knowingly. His young partner really did have a lot to learn before he became wizened to the world at large. "That's what you think, sunshine."
Word Count | 954
Matt had barely managed to drag his eyes open before he was met with the abrupt greeting. He was awake enough to catch sight of the shower of crumbs though, screwing his nose up as he made an attempt to brush the covers off. He really was beginning to wonder if his mind was playing tricks on him. Wasn't Vee just here? He must have fallen asleep, sure, but with Ronnie sitting in the seat Vee had been occupying was really messing with his post-surgery brain. This was the first time he had ever had a stay in hospital, let alone surgery, and he wasn't impressed at all. "When did you get here?" he asked, pressing his lips together and holding his side as he tried to shift in the bed. He gestured to Ronnie's lunch, or maybe it was breakfast. All Ronnie's meals seemed to forever blend into one long production line. "Do you have to do that?"
"Yep," was Ronnie's dismissive answer as he swept some more crumbs off his lap to the floor and then picked up his coffee with his free hand for a swig. "You've been out for nearly twenty four hours, mate. I was starting to wonder if we were going to have to clear out your desk. About ready to discuss if you wanted The Stones or Aerosmith played at your funeral. Personally, I would have gone for-"
"The bubble song. Yeah, yeah," Matt cut in, finishing Ronnie's sentence. "If you play West Ham football songs at my funeral, I'll come back to haunt you loudly and irritatingly. Twenty four hours? Are you you serious? It only feels like a little while." He glanced around, most definitely wondering now if he dreamt Vee's presence, until he realised Ronnie was looking at him with a smug smirk on his face. "What?" he asked self-consciously, tugging the blanket a little further up himself like a pseudo shield.
Ronnie just continued to smirk before taking another bite of his sandwich, making sure to chew it slowly and purposefully, making Matt hang for his answer. When he swallowed, washing the mouthful down with another sip from his coffee, he cleared his throat. "Lost something, Matty?"
Matt gave Ronnie a bland look. "My appendix?" he offered, not taking the bait.
Ronnie shrugged. "Neither here nor there, boy. They could have taken a kidney while they were in there and you wouldn't have missed it."
"Pretty sure I would have," Matt said with a soft snort of amusement. "I've become fond of my body parts."
Ronnie gave a slight nod, the smirk back in place. "Remember that when you get out of here and realise the Yank broad has you by the short and curlies, nails in clawing distance of your willy," he advised. "Do you want a toaster or a waffle maker as a wedding present?"
Matt blinked and opened his mouth to say something, but words failed him momentarily, and he closed his mouth again. Okay, so Vee had probably really been here, and when she said she had spoken to Ronnie, it was correct. The thing was, Matt was now nervous as to exactly what had passed between them. Ronnie was never one to really hold back on making a comment if he thought it was necessary. "She's just... taken some leave to come and stay for awhile. That's all. Last I looked, that wasn't a crime," he had to add, now a little on the defensive side.
"She's a copper, Matty. Yet, she wants to come to London. How is she going to get citizenship to be a copper here?" Ronnie went on to peel the paper wrapping away from the tail end of his baguette. "How do you know she wasn't just online trawling for a bloke to get hitched to so she can live here? She might be part of a smuggling ring, prostitution. You name it."
Matt groaned and rubbed at his forehead with the tips of his fingers. "A copper in a prostitution smuggling ring? Creative, I'll give you that," he returned. "Do you really think she would trawl another copper, who she knows works for the MIU, to try and marry for a Brit citizenship if she was the hardened crim you peg her for? It was you whole me to try a singles online dating site, too, I might add!"
"Seen worse," Ronnie had to remind him pointedly. "She might want to top you once she's got the wedding certificate. Mind, my first wife wanted to do the same with me, so I can hardly judge. It was just because I liked a bottle to keep me warm at night rather than her."
Matt sighed and looked at Ronnie calmly. "I'm not going to marry her. Okay? I just want to get to know her a little better, and she can be here. I can't be over there. I wouldn't want to be over there. New York doesn't appeal to me in any way. And it might only turn out to last as long as her leave does, and it will be some fun until then. If that happens, then I'm hardly going to be in a worse position than before I met her, am I?"
Ronnie just listened, watching Matt knowingly. His young partner really did have a lot to learn before he became wizened to the world at large. "That's what you think, sunshine."
Word Count | 954