The Intern
Fandom: The Librarians
Rating: General/sfw
Relationship: Flyzekiel
Word Count: 2408
Ezekiel happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Flynn gains a new intern.
AU where Flynn is in charge of the Egyptian exhibit as a professor, not student or Librarian.This is set when Flynnâs doing the Egyptian exhibit in the first Librarian movie, but for the sake of not writing underage fic, Iâm aging Ezekiel up to being in his 20âs, considering Ezekiel was like 16 or something when he got the letter the first time.
Also posted on my Ao3.
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Ezekiel happened to be in New York at the right time. According to the poster he just walked past, there was going to be a big exhibit at the Museum of History in a few days, a replica of one of the great pyramids, complete with loads of artifacts inside. A goldmine, all in one place, ready for Ezekiel to take what he wished so he could replenish the fund he ran for abused kids.
He hadnât been to that museum before; they never really had any pricy exhibits, the natural history museum always got them, so Ezekiel devised a plan to case the exhibit and figure out what he wanted to swipe. Donning the nerdiest outfit he could bare to wear, Ezekiel turned up while the students and other important looking people were frantically trying to set up and document everything in the huge exhibit.
The disguise worked well...too well. Not even five minutes into taking in the exhibit, a man, probably a professor by the looks of his outfit and the general nerdiness he gave off, called him over. âHey you, give me a hand with this.â The professor was pushing a crate somewhere, apparently heavy enough that it warranted help and Ezekiel was unluckily the only one in the vicinity.
Ezekiel hesitated just long enough to make the professor annoyed. The professor scowled at him as he wiped away sweat from his face. âYou canât just stand around and expect to get a good grade.â
Finally settling on a persona, Ezekiel scurried over to him. âSorry, uh, sir,â he muttered, pushing the considerably heavy crate. The professor pushed as well, but Ezekiel could tell he was doing the majority of the work.
The professor directed the crate to a collapsible table currently half used to hold a variety of artifacts. He stretched his back, then reached into the crate while looking at Ezekiel. âHelp me empty this so we can get it on display.â Ezekiel nodded, carefully pulling considerably valuable artifacts out of the box, ignoring the way the professor was watching him. Ezekiel jumped a little when the professor asked him a question, definitely only because he was really playing into his persona. âIâve been terribly busy organizing everyone and everything, remind me what team youâre here with again?â
âIâm, uh, with the artifacts team. My, er, specialty is items made from precious metals and gems,â Ezekiel stammered. He gulped when the professor narrowed his eyes at him.
âPrecious metals you say. Tell me what this is made of,â the professor said, handing Ezekiel a small metal bust.
Ezekiel carefully took the head and turned it in his hands a bit. âBronze, most likely a mild based on the shine, and since thatâd be easier to sculpt. The eyes are smokey quartz. The gems in the necklace are lapis lazuli, emerald, polished carnelian, emerald, and obsidian,â Ezekiel explained, pointing at the gems as he named them.
The professor seemed mildly impressed, but also suspicious. âWhen would it have been made?â
Fortunately Ezekiel had seen a bust very much like it at an auction last month. âMy guess would be around 2500 B.C. since I donât know where exactly it came from.â
The professor seemed more impressed, taking the sculpture back from Ezekiel. âThis comes from the collection in the British museumâs Egyptian exhibit, which their archaeologists in the mid 20th century found in the tomb of Userkaf. Iâd love to have the pair of busts for this exhibit, but one was stolen years ago, before my time.â He stared at the sculpture fondly a bit more, then sat it on the table. âKeep unpacking. This whole crate needs to be unpacked and displayed today. We have three days, which I said was completely unreasonable, but here we are.â
A couple of students over at another table called for the professor. âDoctor Carsen, we need your help over here.â
âComing!â His attention was immediately focused on the others. âIâll be right back,â he said to Ezekiel, then scampered off to assist.
There was quite a lot of stuff to check out, see what was really worth having from this exhibit, and what better way to handle all the merchandise than to play helpful intern. He was going to sneak off and have a look, but true to his word, the professor came back within a minute. Apparently, unpacking to this Dr. Carsen meant taking each item out, and then giving anywhere from a two to five minute lecture about the origin and significance of each piece. The crate shouldâve taken ten minutes max to empty, but by the time they got done, over an hour had passed.
Ezekiel didnât know what was worse, that he lost so much time when he couldâve been casing the rest of the museum, or the fact that he kind of didnât mind listening to Carsen ramble on about everything. Not that he actively listened; Ezekiel couldnât tell much of anything about the history of anything he had handled in that time compared to his guesses at the value each item would fetch in various underground art markets.
Instead he spent way more than his fair share of focus noticing every little thing about this professor, the way his words jumbled when he got excited, the crinkles in the corners of his eyes when he smiled, the way heâd rock on the balls of his feet when he really got into the history of it. Ezekiel had a few rules when it came to thievery, and âdonât bang the targetâ was right at the top of the list, but right now it was getting easier to find loopholes to that rule than it was picking something to take.
To clear his head, Ezekiel finally got away from the professor when yet another group called him away for assistance. With his little time left before close, he skirted around the professor, surveying the rest of the displays in their various states of completion. There was a gold mine of things he could go for and get good profit, but that bust he handled earlier kept calling to him. Itâd fetch a fair price by itself, or even more to the person who had bought the first head. The museum was way too busy now, but it wouldnât be that night, so Ezekiel spent a little more time surveying the security measures before prepping for the night.
He expected the people working on the exhibit to continue well after the six pm closing time with the opening date just a couple days away, so he waited till after midnight before he ventured to a back door with an unloading dock. The security system recently went digital, so it wasnât hard to loop the cameras, disable the motion and heat sensors, and unlock the door without anyone noticing. There were security guards, but only two for the large museum, leaving wings empty for minutes at a time, so Ezekiel had no issue making his way to the under construction exhibit.
Unlike the other wings, the lights were partially on still, creating patches of shadow over bits where assembly was finished and highlighting the folding tables with items strewn about them. No one was in the room at the moment. Ezekiel noted the table he had seen the bust last was unfortunately void of the object, so he quickly snooped through the dark, finished displays in search of his target. The next guard wouldnât come through for another three minutes.
Just as he found the bust someone walked into the room. âHey uh, I thought everyone had left.â It was the professor from before, looking a tad more stressed and worse for wear. âOh, itâs you, from earlier,â he said just as Ezekiel sat the bust down and stepped into the light.
âAh yeah, itâs me,â Ezekiel said, trying to play it cool.
âYou slipped off earlier,â he rubbed his eye like one does when when exhausted, âyou know, I donât think I caught your name.â
âI like to keep it that way. Shrouded in mystery,â Ezekiel replied, leaning part of the way back into the shadows for effect.
âFunny, because I checked the rosters for everyone working on this exhibit, and unless you happen to have suddenly picked up that accent, which I highly doubt, you donât fit any one on them,â Dr. Carsen continued, stepping more into Ezekielâs space. âWho are you, and why are you sneaking into the museum at midnight?â
âWouldnât you like to know,â Ezekiel said saucily while tapping Dr. Carsenâs chest, deciding that he should play into the oddly physical vibe that suddenly appeared.
To his surprise, Dr. Carsen didnât back away. âI would, considering I can tell you moved the bust, which I assume was because you intended to steal it.â
Ezekiel patted his chest again, trying to hide his growing panic about Dr. Carsen reading the situation that easy. âObservant and well-read, I like that in a man.â He noticed Dr. Carsen look down at his hand before Dr. Carsen realized what he did, a good sign for Ezekiel.
âAre you, uh,â Dr. Carsen faltered when Ezekiel did his best to look enticing, biting his bottom lip and looking up at Dr. Carsen through his lashes (it helped that Dr. Carsen was a few inches taller too). âYouâre um.â
âIâm what, love?â Ezekiel asked, tilting his head ever so slightly upward. Sure enough, Dr. Carsen reciprocated the movement.
âYouâre really distracting,â Dr. Carsen settled, eyes flitting to Ezekielâs mouth when the thief smirked.
âSo Iâve heard. Though I can say,â he paused to place his lips mere inches away from Dr. Carsenâs, âyouâre just as distracting as I am, in my opinion.â
Dr. Carsen leaned forward, lips ghosting Ezekielâs, but then his brain started recovering, which meant he attempted to make space. âWait youâre-â
Ezekiel was not gonna lose the ground he made; he slipped a hand around the professorâs neck and pulled him into a kiss. He expected Dr. Carsen to fight him a bit more, but near instantly Ezekiel found he was being kissed just as much as he was doing the kissing. In the back of his mind he remembered his rule, though technically his target wasnât Dr. Carsen himself...so getting him in bed wasnât breaking the rule, he reasoned.
Footsteps from a security guard echoed on the marble floor. Ezekiel pulled away only so far to speak so he could keep Dr. Carsenâs focus. âShould we take this somewhere else?â
Dr. Carsen nodded, his nose sliding against Ezekielâs. âMy apartment,â Dr. Carsen started, pausing to kiss Ezekiel again because apparently it had been too long already, ânot far.â
The security guard walked in, startled at the two men being intimate. âUh, sorry, just doinâ rounds,â the guard mumbled, then turned right back around and left the room.
Ezekiel kissed Dr. Carsenâs neck while his head was turned towards the guard, getting a gasp from the professor. âUnless you want to give him a show, letâs go,â Ezekiel said.
âOh, uh, yeah, letâs do that, âs good idea,â Dr. Carsen said, attempting to do his best of talking and kissing and walking. They of course stumbled, Ezekielâs hip hitting rather hard into one of the tables.
âWhy donât we focus on walking, then we can have our fun, hmm?â Ezekiel said, snaking his arm around Dr. Carsenâs waist as he promptly guided him towards the table that had a messenger bag that mustâve been the professorâs. Sure enough, Dr. Carsen reached out to grab it, not bothering to stop, slinging it loosely over his head. Ezekiel used the movement to sneak a kiss to Dr. Carsenâs jaw, then focused on getting them out of the museum before Dr. Carsen remembered just what he was getting distracted from.
Fortunately for Ezekiel, Dr. Carsen was entirely too easy to keep aroused. Kisses here and there, a little wandering with his hand, right tone of voice and word choice (apparently Ezekiel calling him âloveâ worked really well). It only took them maybe ten minutes of walking to get to the place that made Dr. Carsen halt and declare as his apartment building, and only one more to get up the stairs and into the apartment.
Dr. Carsen barely had time to take off the messenger bag and shuck off his suit jacket before Ezekiel pressed him against the wall. Dr. Carsen seemed to be enjoying himself quite a bit, based off what he felt pressed against his thigh, but before he knew it, Dr. Carsen switched positions, pinning Ezekiel to the wall. âMmhmm, like being on top, do you-hah,â Ezekiel purred as Dr. Carsen went for his neck, nipping a sensitive spot.
âThat okay?â the professor asked, voice muffled by the fact he spoke into Ezekielâs neck.
âOh more than, love. Why donât we move this to the bed, hmm?â Ezekiel suggested. âDo with me what youâd like.â That got a look from the professor, one of need, and then Dr. Carsen was all too happy to cart him off to the bedroom.
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Ezekiel was not one to stay in one place too long, and that included people he slept with. The sun hadnât risen yet, but Ezekiel knew he was probably nearing an alarm for the professor to get back to the museum and work relentlessly. Carefully he slipped out of bed, leaving Dr. Carsenâs arms empty. He started collecting his clothes, but found himself watching the professor sleep. His hair was mussed, mouth slightly open but not snoring, face looking relaxed and content compared to the stressed and tired look he had the previous night.
He shook his head, focusing on getting out of the apartment before he gave into the growing urge of climbing back into bed. For the most part he fought it, but he let himself do something he never did for anyone else; he left a note, not in his normal handwriting, saying simply âthanks for the fun, good luck on your exhibitâ and signed it with an âE.â Then he was out and into the greying morning, feeling entirely more emotionally attached than he normally did after a one night stand.
This job was bust; he couldnât bring himself to steal from Dr. Carsen. But there were others, and more to keep a bed with, he tried to convince himself, but he didnât really believe it.
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Post Notes: With school starting and my semester going at 100% since the first day basically, I completely forgot I had this written and that last week was the Flynn x lits week. Oh well, at least I'm only a day late!
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