Bumped (Prompt 3 - Mark Cohen)
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Title: Bumped
Author:
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Rating: T
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Work // Mark Cohen
Spoilers: Tune Up #2
Warnings: None
Words: 506
Count: 2/5
Author's Notes: Quite possibly the hardest part of writing this was adding about fifty words to get it over 500.
"Where are you going?"
I froze, one hand on the doorknob. Crap. Roger was already awake.
"I'm just, going out for a...out." I trailed off, hoping he would just go back to sleep or songwriting or daydreaming or whatever it was he was doing before he sat up up, staring at me suspiciously.
He nodded his head towards me. "What are those for?"
I looked down at the cables in my hand. "They're, ah, cables."
"Well I know that, genius, I was asking-oh no." All of a sudden he was shaking his head and moaning. "No, no, Mark, tell me no."
"No what?"
"No you aren't going to help Maureen set up for her thing next week! The stupid show with the stupid-no!"
"Um..."
"Mark. You guys broke up what, a month ago? She moved out weeks ago. You don't have to pander to her every whim anymore!" He snorted. "You did enough of that while you guys were going out."
"I'm not pandering." I muttered. "She's paying me."
"When?"
"...when she gets paid."
"Mark. Does she ever get paid? Has she ever been paid for anything she's done in that stupid lot? Jesus!" He threw up his hands, falling back onto the couch. "Make sure you wipe her footprints from your back before you get home."
"You know, what's your problem? You never liked Maureen, even when I was dating her, Hell, even when you guys met-"
"I don't like people taking advantage of my friends, plain and simple."
"Well, she's not taking advantage of me. I'm doing a favor for a friend of mine."
"A friend of yours that cheated on you. Twice."
"We broke up before Joanne."
"She broke up with you, Mark, and I don't think you've ever really gotten over her."
"I'm completely over her."
"You're about as over her as Joanne."
The phone rang, thankfully before I blurted out something I would have definitely regretted. Roger sighed, waving his hand dismissively.
"Get it. Your boss is calling."
Sending him a half-serious glare, I picked up the phone.
"Hello? Maureen, hey! I was just heading out-what? You...okay. Joanne did? Well, cool. Congratulations. Oh no, it's fine. Yeah, I'll still come to the-right. Yeah. Right. Bye."
When I hung up, Roger was scowling, hanging over the back of the couch watching me.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." I muttered, dropping the phone back on the charger and the cables onto the floor.
“What did Maureen want?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on Mark.”
“It’s the truth.” I snapped. After a moment of hesitation, I grabbed my camera off the end of the table, checking to see how much film was left almost automatically. “Joanne’s stage managing the show. Guess you don’t need to worry about me ‘pandering’ to her anymore.”
"Where are you going now?"
"I'm gonna go film in the park for a bit."
"Mark-"
"Take your meds Roge,” I muttered, sidling towards the exit. “I'll get dinner while I'm out."
"Mark!"
"Bye!" I called, slamming the door behind me.
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Rating: T
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Spoilers: Tune Up #2
Warnings: None
Words: 506
Count: 2/5
Author's Notes: Quite possibly the hardest part of writing this was adding about fifty words to get it over 500.
"Where are you going?"
I froze, one hand on the doorknob. Crap. Roger was already awake.
"I'm just, going out for a...out." I trailed off, hoping he would just go back to sleep or songwriting or daydreaming or whatever it was he was doing before he sat up up, staring at me suspiciously.
He nodded his head towards me. "What are those for?"
I looked down at the cables in my hand. "They're, ah, cables."
"Well I know that, genius, I was asking-oh no." All of a sudden he was shaking his head and moaning. "No, no, Mark, tell me no."
"No what?"
"No you aren't going to help Maureen set up for her thing next week! The stupid show with the stupid-no!"
"Um..."
"Mark. You guys broke up what, a month ago? She moved out weeks ago. You don't have to pander to her every whim anymore!" He snorted. "You did enough of that while you guys were going out."
"I'm not pandering." I muttered. "She's paying me."
"When?"
"...when she gets paid."
"Mark. Does she ever get paid? Has she ever been paid for anything she's done in that stupid lot? Jesus!" He threw up his hands, falling back onto the couch. "Make sure you wipe her footprints from your back before you get home."
"You know, what's your problem? You never liked Maureen, even when I was dating her, Hell, even when you guys met-"
"I don't like people taking advantage of my friends, plain and simple."
"Well, she's not taking advantage of me. I'm doing a favor for a friend of mine."
"A friend of yours that cheated on you. Twice."
"We broke up before Joanne."
"She broke up with you, Mark, and I don't think you've ever really gotten over her."
"I'm completely over her."
"You're about as over her as Joanne."
The phone rang, thankfully before I blurted out something I would have definitely regretted. Roger sighed, waving his hand dismissively.
"Get it. Your boss is calling."
Sending him a half-serious glare, I picked up the phone.
"Hello? Maureen, hey! I was just heading out-what? You...okay. Joanne did? Well, cool. Congratulations. Oh no, it's fine. Yeah, I'll still come to the-right. Yeah. Right. Bye."
When I hung up, Roger was scowling, hanging over the back of the couch watching me.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." I muttered, dropping the phone back on the charger and the cables onto the floor.
“What did Maureen want?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on Mark.”
“It’s the truth.” I snapped. After a moment of hesitation, I grabbed my camera off the end of the table, checking to see how much film was left almost automatically. “Joanne’s stage managing the show. Guess you don’t need to worry about me ‘pandering’ to her anymore.”
"Where are you going now?"
"I'm gonna go film in the park for a bit."
"Mark-"
"Take your meds Roge,” I muttered, sidling towards the exit. “I'll get dinner while I'm out."
"Mark!"
"Bye!" I called, slamming the door behind me.
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Date: 2006-08-10 04:44 am (UTC)Well, it helps that I love Roger/Mark interaction in general, but still.no subject
Date: 2006-08-10 04:45 am (UTC)Editing comments would be awesome. :P
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Date: 2006-08-10 06:06 am (UTC)I love the Mark/Roger friendship angle. And I had an idea for Mark/Joanne/Maureen, but I can't figure out how to work in the 'work' prompt for f_v...
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Date: 2006-08-10 07:18 am (UTC)Go you for actually doing submissions to challenges and getting them in on time. -whistles-
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Date: 2006-08-10 07:28 am (UTC)And hey, I've always finished my challenges for f_v on time. Half an hour before the end of the challenge is still on time. XD
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Date: 2006-08-12 08:33 pm (UTC)The reason I want a transcript is because they normally have little things like stage directions, act or scene changes, etc. Also, the lyrics go through little changes with shows, so that's also partly why.
Hahaha. Like writing a prequel to a fic that talked about fashion, so therefore it counted. XDDD