Challenge: FoTD (Fulgurate)
Extras: Fresh Peaches (Leo; July 23, 2010)
Word Count: 402
Story Arc: Ghosts and Symbols
Title: Lightning Dance
Summary: Click has more fun, while Simon gets mildly annoyed at that.
A/N: The song Click sings is here. You can probably see why he acted like that now ;)
I wanted to cry when I saw all the plates that had been piling up in the sink. Not to mention the fact that I haven't cleaned this place for a while now. And that I'll be late for work if I stall any longer.
Somewhere in the corner of my mind, I heard a voice telling me to go. It was my own, and add to that the fact that I could just put this off and get running to work. Besides, all the running gives you some exercise.
Just meant that I've been getting a load of exercise ever since I got hired.
I was just about to pick up a plate and turn on the water, and then--
A flash of blue passed by, barely missing me as it shook the dining table. I spun around as the blue flash sped back into the bedroom. And then back out. And back in. At first I thought that somehow I was having major electricity problems, and then--
I bit my lip, my forehead creasing as I found out who it was.
The blue flashes suddenly faded away as Click stood there before me, looking both confused and terrified. "S-something wrong, Simon?"
"Like you don't know! You almost hit me back there! And haven't you ever thought about the furniture here?"
He stopped, sulking as he looked up at me. "...Sorry. I guess I should've thought about that. Maybe I'll just..."
"No, wait," I said, guilt quickly taking over me. "Don't apologize. It's just me. I'm going to be late for work, there's so much to do around here, and--"
He zipped under the table, popping up beside me as he took the plate from my hands. "I'll take care of that, Simon. I really should've--cleaned all that last night. But--I'll take care of that, Simon, don't worry. You'd better be going now, you're late!"
I looked at him, astonished for a while, and then smiled. "Click--sorry for yelling at you like that. I didn't mean to--"
"No, it's okay, Simon--now go, you'd better be going now!"
I nodded, frantically heading out the door. The last thing I heard was Click singing his songs again. I'm glad he isn't dancing anymore, or else the consequences would be disastrous.
Besides, when did zipping back and forth like greased blue lightning count as dancing? Only with Click, I guess.