#rooftop rendezvous

Title: Rooftop Rendezvous

Rating: General

Word count: 252

Summary:

The night was finally cool. Summer’s heat had ceased its sticky grip on London. The cool wind felt nice against Hyde’s face. It tousled at his mop of hair. He leapt across an alley, and landed cat-like atop a bakery.

In which Hyde runs on rooftops.

If Santana wasn’t so sore, she’d be making innuendos toward Cooper about meeting up on a rooftop bar-- the fact that that had been where they’d first gotten into trouble, had basically first started being them.  It had been an amazing night, no doubt.

Now, ten years later, she was dealing with the thrill of a green light to pursue a project of her own, and the fury of having Cooper suddenly pulling some sort of authority bullshit on her.  It hadn’t felt like the bipolar face-to-faces they’d had before-- or even a vie for dominance that they made toward each other constantly.   It had felt like a power play-- like he’d been trying to take her down a peg for even trying to make a move without him.  And even in the glow of her forward momentum, it left a sour taste in her mouth.

But she knew she’d need either his or Parker’s help in putting together the rest of the cast for the test pilot, and he’d been around long enough to be aware of who she might want to talk to.  Santana had known this from the moment JT had made his announcement.  She just wished she was making this meeting on more equal ground.

Not wanting to appear anything but on the top of her game, she poured a glass of red, ankles carefully tucked together, and a pleasant smile on her lips as Cooper joined her.  “Fancy meeting you here, Boss.”  

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