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Toby exited the walk in closet and spun around slowly. “So what do you say, A or B?”

Happy studied him.  “Is this one A or is it B?”

He straightened his collar.  “This one is B.  A is the one I had on a few minutes ago.”

“Hmmm.” Happy tapped her finger against her chin.  “I mean...you do realize that anyone who is really paying attention to our attire is going to be focused on what the waitress and I are wearing, right? You and Walt and Sly are just going to fly under the radar.”

“I still want to look distinguished,” Toby said.  “I am going to be on the arm of the loveliest lady in the place.”

Happy rolled her eyes.  “Okay, I’ll make this easier for you.  You look hotter in suit A.”

Toby smiled, tipping his head slightly to the side.  “So I wear this one to the party, and save the other one for when we get home?”

Both of them expected to spend the night alone with their thoughts.

URLs have changed but I belieeeeve this is ever so slightly belated birthday fic for @elizabethmacmillans.  If it’s not your birthday Erin, well, you’re a pretty awesome person, have an O’Quinn fic.

Relationships: Happy/Megan

Words: ~2000

Rating: Strong PG-13.

“I’m twenty.”

“Hi twenty.  I’m Megan.  Sorry.” Megan laughs.  “That was such a dad joke.”

“You’re a couple minutes late today.”

Her tone was teasing, so Sylvester’s anxiety at being late evaporated - some.  “There was a bit of a scuffle on the bus.  I predictably was not involved.”

Megan giggled.  “Still, I’m glad you are here in one piece.  Those bus scuffles, man, they can be...”

“You stop making fun of me,” Sylvester said, coming over to the bed and leaning over her, a hand on the mattress on either side of her body, and she twisted onto her side as he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, her giggles filling the room.  After a moment, she rolled slowly back onto her back, smiling up at him.  “I made you something.”

“Oh yeah?” He smiled affectionately.  “What might that be?”

“Let me up,” she said, grinning, her lower lip tucked under, “and I might tell you.  Or show you, rather.”

Sylvester settled on the edge of the bed, a hand resting on her ankle as she reached behind her bed and pulled out a tube.  She extended it, offering it to him.

Sylvester took it hesitantly, smiling at her excited grin.  “It’s a poster?” He popped the end and slid out what was inside.  Megan’s eyes lit up in anticipation as he unrolled it to see Super Fun Guy in acrylic paint.  At first glance it looked flawless; at a closer examination he noticed the signs that it was created by someone with a slightly shaky hand.  He looked up at her, knowing the answer to his question by her expression.  “Did you do this?”

“Toby, what’s your favorite pun?”

“Oooh, I’m intrigued,” Toby said, lifting his feet off of his desk and sitting up in his chair.  “What’s this all about?”

“I’m trying to get this kid to give up an access code to an expensive game that Ralph wants but she's holding a giveaway for it.”  Happy scrolled through something on her phone.  “There’s like thirty entries and the thing is about to close.”

“Why don’t we just buy him the game? His birthday’s in like two weeks.”

“It’s not available in the U.S. yet, other than on the black market.  Also we’re poor, remember?”

“Okay you’re still gonna have to catch me up.  What do puns have to do with this?”

“The chick likes puns.  I’m trying to butter her up.”

“This reminds me of an episode of Friends.  Ross had to get naked for an apartment.”

“I’m not getting naked for this game,” Happy said.  She snapped her fingers.  “Come on doc, pun it up.”

“Okay, uh...” Toby thought a moment.  “Atheism is a non-prophet organization.”

Happy blinked.  “Oh my God.” Her fingers moved frantically over her screen.  “More, more, more.”

“I need a new collander; my old one can’t take the strain anymore.  A hole was found in the nudst camp wall - the police are looking into it.” Toby smirked.  “Walter and Paige would enjoy that one.  Oh, and a science one - tell her you’re reading this book on anti-gravity and it’s impossible to put down.”

“Excellent.  Aaaand send.”  Happy smiled confidently at her phone.  “No way we lose this.  Oh!  She responded already.”  She studied the phone, a frown coming over her face.  “Oh.”

“What?”

“It was a typo.  She likes guns, not puns. Bee bee guns, to be exact.”

“Happy, talk to me.”

“I’m fine, Doc,” she said, staring out the waiting room window.  “There’s nothing to talk about.  You know everything I do and we won’t have any new information until he’s out of surgery.”

“We don’t have to talk about your dad.  It might be better to get your mind off of it.”

“Don’t analyze me, Toby,” she said.  “I don’t need a distraction.  I can handle this myself.”

“Will you at least look at me?”

She did, giving a tiny sigh.

“Happy,” Toby said quietly, firmly, “I know that you can handle almost everything yourself.  But you don’t have to.  And no one is at their best all the time.  We’re allowed to have weak moments or weak days.  And you might still be able to handle everything thrown at you, even then.  What I want you to know is if you ever can’t, that’s okay, because I’m always here to back you up.  Your dad has been in and out of here for months.  And you’ve been so strong.  But even the strongest structures need reinforcement sometimes.  That doesn’t make them bad.”

Toby raced into the bedroom, jumping on the edge of the bed excitedly.  “Five o’clock and all is wellllll!” He announced cheerfully.  Happy grunted and rolled over.  He continued to bounce, using his knees for momentum.  “Five o’clock and all is welllllll!”

Happy mimicked his singsong without opening her eyes.  “Nooo it’s nooo-oooot!”

“Why nooo-ooooot?”

She lifted her head, grabbing the pillow and throwing it in his direction.  “You woke me uh-uuuup!”

Now that she was awake, Toby tipped his head to the side, falling onto the mattress beside her, his tone growing quieter, playful.  “But it’s Vaaaalentine’s Day,” he said, running a finger from her shoulder to her hip.

“It’ll still be Valentine’s Day in an hour, Doc.”

“When did you stop being an early riser?”

“I never start being one until six.”

He leaned close, his lips near her ear.  “I have a gift for you and not to give too obvious of a clue but it’s welding equipment.”

Happy dropped her voice, hoping to sound playful and seductive at the same time. "How about a little...role play. Shall we?"

This is belated birthday fic for @livingwithashipname.  Happy late birthday, Ermanda, and thanks for the hilarious prompt that I hope I did some sort of justice.

“We should probably get up,” Paige said.  “Ralph’s alarm goes off in twenty minutes.”

“So we have a little time,” he said, scooting closer to her.  She wondered briefly if he was suggesting they make love again.  She was a decade older than she’d been the last time she’d been sexually active with any regularity, but she was sure that once she was used to it again, she’d be able to go at night and then again in the morning.  Now, however, the two times of the previous night had left her tired and sore and she wasn’t up to it – and probably wouldn’t be for a couple of days.

So she was pleased when he simply snuggled up against her, spooning her, sliding an arm around her stomach and planting a kiss to her shoulder before going still.  He’d done something similar the previous night, when they were face to face, pulling her close and simply holding her.