Fic: Italian Food and Video Games
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apocalypsosTitle: Italian Food and Video Games
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trollprincess
Fandom: The 4400
Pairing: Diana/Marco
Rating: PG, I guess. Nothing really offensive, though.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, wheeeeee!
Summary: Marco's thoughts at the start of their relationship.
Author's note: I was a little unsure of the details (including their ages, so I looked up the actor's ages and just made the age difference smaller) but I think I'm okay. Damn it, I just wanted Diana/Marco fic. *whimper*
Your first date, if you even want to call it that, is an all-nighter in the theory room alone with a couple of pizzas.
It's kind of cheating, when you get right down to it, because you're pretty sure that Diana wouldn't even think of it as a date. There's this 4400, see, this girl who's been setting things on fire and having a hell of a time getting the whole thing under control. So the two of you sit down and start hashing out the how and the why and the whole ripple effect of it all, and the next thing the two of you know, it's the next morning and there's only three slices of pizza left in your wake.
It's weird the way it starts, Diana stalking in as the guys leave for the night and slipping into the nearest seat as if she owns the place, leaning forward with an intent look on her face as she says, "So here's what I was thinking ..."
She starts out a lot of her conversations like that, as if it should simply be assumed she has an educated opinion and it's a damn good one at that, and you can never resist a smile when she does that. A gorgeous woman who can discuss the effects of temporal displacement on a large scale and the fine details of genetic and cerebral modification is not someone you can just ignore.
So that night, you order in two pies -- not from one of the chain pizza places, but from that really good Italian place down the street that makes its own sauce -- and the two of you hash out Sukie Butler's pyrotechnic skills until dawn.
All in all, not a bad first date at all.
The only thing that scares you about Diana is Maia.
It's not kids themselves that bug you. You love kids. Kids play video games and eat junk food, and who can't relate to that? It's just Maia that bothers you, and not because she's a kid, but because of the whole clairvoyant thing. And it's not even the clairvoyant thing, to be honest, it's the clairvoyant thing aimed at you and Diana in a relationshippy kind of way.
Look, you can handle anything the kid throws at you, up to a point. The first time you met her when Diana was taking her for a checkup, it was at work and she told you she hoped you had another shirt to change into and an hour later, you spilled coffee down the front of your T-shirt. You can handle extra laundry. Hell, you could even deal with it if she told you you were going to get hit by a bus the next day. Happens to the best of us, really, although it's not so much the best of the human race as it is those most deserving of Darwin Awards.
But damn it, you like Diana. Really like her. She's smart and beautiful and pretty good at the whole mom thing, and the last thing you want is a pissed-off 60-something-year-old little girl telling you to back the hell away from her mother. It's intimidating, is what it is. A child's protective streak in regards to their parent is understandable, but it's a little scary when it's coming from a kid who can see the future.
Maia herself is pretty cute, though, you've got to admit. She's nice enough to you so that most of the time, you don't worry about asking Diana out from anything more than average, everyday nervousness.
That's what makes you decide that before you ever ask Diana out, it might help to gauge what Maia thinks of the whole thing. Or more specifically, of you.
"Nintendo?"
Diana says it as if she's almost offended, but you can't help but notice the amused smile on her face as you set the cardboard box down on the coffee table. She crosses her arms and cocks an eyebrow before saying, "Isn't that a little --"
"Old school?"
"I was going to say 'out of date,' but you say tomato," she says, grinning down at the box as Maia starts to fish through the box, pulling out all of your old cartridges and controllers with curiosity.
"So what I was thinking," you say as you kneel beside Maia, "is we work our way up to the current stuff, but we start simple. You know, classic. Elegant." You shift around a couple of wires and pull out a pair of cartridges. "What do you think we should play first? Super Mario Brothers or The Legend of Zelda?"
Diana just rolls her eyes and tries not to laugh.
Meanwhile, Maia ends up happily kicking your ass all over Hyrule. Okay, so maybe playing video games with the psychic is a bad idea.
Diana is eight years older than you are.
Not that it matters to you, because if Ashton Kutcher can date Demi Moore, you can date Diana. And hell, at least you have brains and common sense going for you. What the hell makes Ashton Kutcher so attractive to anyone?
It amuses you more than it should, though. Diana has an eight-year-old. Diana is eight years older than you. You plus Maia equals Diana, give or take a month or two. It's the kind of stupid stuff you're thinking of when you're not trying to come up with why that guy who ends up in the drunk tank every other week might be so vitally important to the future of the human race.
It's probably your biggest problem with dating Diana, though not for you. She keeps brushing you off with the "almost ten years older than you" excuse, which is stupid, really, because you're a nice guy, you're a certified genius, and you've had enough girls tell you you're not that bad to look at to know it's not a matter of being unattractive that's turning her off.
You're half-tempted to ask her what's wrong with having a younger guy ask her out, but you figure that'd be pushing it.
Then one day, while the two of you are walking down a hallway at NTAC debating some 4400 issue or something, Tom walks by you and mutters something about the two of you getting a room. Diana flinches and glares back at him as he walks away with a teasing grin on his face.
Two days later, she asks you out.
Your first real date –- and this time, you definitely can call it that –- is dinner at a fancy Italian place. You know, since Italian worked so well the last time.
You’re absolutely terrified that the two of you will have nothing to talk about -– or worse, that you'll start talking about work and not be able to stop –- but then you start talking about movies and don’t stop for the entire meal.
And it’s not even just movies. It’s that you both hate those annoying little snappy flaps that come on DVD cases anymore and that neither one of you like Will Farrell all that much and that you’d both kill to see a cage match between Steven Seagal and Jackie Chan. You’re rooting for Jackie, but Diana would just be happy to see either one of them get their ass handed to them on a platter.
It turns out that Diana has a metabolism like an Olympic athlete and a bad habit of stealing things off your plate, but you make up for it by being extraordinarily picky about the ingredients of your lasagna and picking at her salad when she’s distracted.
At the end of the night, you plan on being a gentleman and leading her to the front door and not trying anything.
Of course, you don’t really count on her kissing you first.
You can’t stop thinking about the kiss for a whole week every time you see her at work. It seems pretty ridiculous to be so fixated on a kiss, but then she walks by with a secretive grin on her face and suddenly you can’t not think about it.
The guys in the theory room tease the hell out of you, which just goes to show that they really are that smart if they can pick up on the details of your love life without you telling them just from the look on your face every time she smiles in your direction.
Again, not that you care what anybody else says.
Not unless they’re gorgeous, and smart, and they have a habit of walking into your office, pulling up a chair, and saying, “So here’s what I was thinking ..."
Author:
trollprincessFandom: The 4400
Pairing: Diana/Marco
Rating: PG, I guess. Nothing really offensive, though.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, wheeeeee!
Summary: Marco's thoughts at the start of their relationship.
Author's note: I was a little unsure of the details (including their ages, so I looked up the actor's ages and just made the age difference smaller) but I think I'm okay. Damn it, I just wanted Diana/Marco fic. *whimper*
Your first date, if you even want to call it that, is an all-nighter in the theory room alone with a couple of pizzas.
It's kind of cheating, when you get right down to it, because you're pretty sure that Diana wouldn't even think of it as a date. There's this 4400, see, this girl who's been setting things on fire and having a hell of a time getting the whole thing under control. So the two of you sit down and start hashing out the how and the why and the whole ripple effect of it all, and the next thing the two of you know, it's the next morning and there's only three slices of pizza left in your wake.
It's weird the way it starts, Diana stalking in as the guys leave for the night and slipping into the nearest seat as if she owns the place, leaning forward with an intent look on her face as she says, "So here's what I was thinking ..."
She starts out a lot of her conversations like that, as if it should simply be assumed she has an educated opinion and it's a damn good one at that, and you can never resist a smile when she does that. A gorgeous woman who can discuss the effects of temporal displacement on a large scale and the fine details of genetic and cerebral modification is not someone you can just ignore.
So that night, you order in two pies -- not from one of the chain pizza places, but from that really good Italian place down the street that makes its own sauce -- and the two of you hash out Sukie Butler's pyrotechnic skills until dawn.
All in all, not a bad first date at all.
The only thing that scares you about Diana is Maia.
It's not kids themselves that bug you. You love kids. Kids play video games and eat junk food, and who can't relate to that? It's just Maia that bothers you, and not because she's a kid, but because of the whole clairvoyant thing. And it's not even the clairvoyant thing, to be honest, it's the clairvoyant thing aimed at you and Diana in a relationshippy kind of way.
Look, you can handle anything the kid throws at you, up to a point. The first time you met her when Diana was taking her for a checkup, it was at work and she told you she hoped you had another shirt to change into and an hour later, you spilled coffee down the front of your T-shirt. You can handle extra laundry. Hell, you could even deal with it if she told you you were going to get hit by a bus the next day. Happens to the best of us, really, although it's not so much the best of the human race as it is those most deserving of Darwin Awards.
But damn it, you like Diana. Really like her. She's smart and beautiful and pretty good at the whole mom thing, and the last thing you want is a pissed-off 60-something-year-old little girl telling you to back the hell away from her mother. It's intimidating, is what it is. A child's protective streak in regards to their parent is understandable, but it's a little scary when it's coming from a kid who can see the future.
Maia herself is pretty cute, though, you've got to admit. She's nice enough to you so that most of the time, you don't worry about asking Diana out from anything more than average, everyday nervousness.
That's what makes you decide that before you ever ask Diana out, it might help to gauge what Maia thinks of the whole thing. Or more specifically, of you.
"Nintendo?"
Diana says it as if she's almost offended, but you can't help but notice the amused smile on her face as you set the cardboard box down on the coffee table. She crosses her arms and cocks an eyebrow before saying, "Isn't that a little --"
"Old school?"
"I was going to say 'out of date,' but you say tomato," she says, grinning down at the box as Maia starts to fish through the box, pulling out all of your old cartridges and controllers with curiosity.
"So what I was thinking," you say as you kneel beside Maia, "is we work our way up to the current stuff, but we start simple. You know, classic. Elegant." You shift around a couple of wires and pull out a pair of cartridges. "What do you think we should play first? Super Mario Brothers or The Legend of Zelda?"
Diana just rolls her eyes and tries not to laugh.
Meanwhile, Maia ends up happily kicking your ass all over Hyrule. Okay, so maybe playing video games with the psychic is a bad idea.
Diana is eight years older than you are.
Not that it matters to you, because if Ashton Kutcher can date Demi Moore, you can date Diana. And hell, at least you have brains and common sense going for you. What the hell makes Ashton Kutcher so attractive to anyone?
It amuses you more than it should, though. Diana has an eight-year-old. Diana is eight years older than you. You plus Maia equals Diana, give or take a month or two. It's the kind of stupid stuff you're thinking of when you're not trying to come up with why that guy who ends up in the drunk tank every other week might be so vitally important to the future of the human race.
It's probably your biggest problem with dating Diana, though not for you. She keeps brushing you off with the "almost ten years older than you" excuse, which is stupid, really, because you're a nice guy, you're a certified genius, and you've had enough girls tell you you're not that bad to look at to know it's not a matter of being unattractive that's turning her off.
You're half-tempted to ask her what's wrong with having a younger guy ask her out, but you figure that'd be pushing it.
Then one day, while the two of you are walking down a hallway at NTAC debating some 4400 issue or something, Tom walks by you and mutters something about the two of you getting a room. Diana flinches and glares back at him as he walks away with a teasing grin on his face.
Two days later, she asks you out.
Your first real date –- and this time, you definitely can call it that –- is dinner at a fancy Italian place. You know, since Italian worked so well the last time.
You’re absolutely terrified that the two of you will have nothing to talk about -– or worse, that you'll start talking about work and not be able to stop –- but then you start talking about movies and don’t stop for the entire meal.
And it’s not even just movies. It’s that you both hate those annoying little snappy flaps that come on DVD cases anymore and that neither one of you like Will Farrell all that much and that you’d both kill to see a cage match between Steven Seagal and Jackie Chan. You’re rooting for Jackie, but Diana would just be happy to see either one of them get their ass handed to them on a platter.
It turns out that Diana has a metabolism like an Olympic athlete and a bad habit of stealing things off your plate, but you make up for it by being extraordinarily picky about the ingredients of your lasagna and picking at her salad when she’s distracted.
At the end of the night, you plan on being a gentleman and leading her to the front door and not trying anything.
Of course, you don’t really count on her kissing you first.
You can’t stop thinking about the kiss for a whole week every time you see her at work. It seems pretty ridiculous to be so fixated on a kiss, but then she walks by with a secretive grin on her face and suddenly you can’t not think about it.
The guys in the theory room tease the hell out of you, which just goes to show that they really are that smart if they can pick up on the details of your love life without you telling them just from the look on your face every time she smiles in your direction.
Again, not that you care what anybody else says.
Not unless they’re gorgeous, and smart, and they have a habit of walking into your office, pulling up a chair, and saying, “So here’s what I was thinking ..."
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Date: 2005-06-23 02:17 am (UTC)(Thanks, btw. ;))
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Date: 2005-11-09 10:35 pm (UTC)Aw! This is adorable! I love Diana/Marco, and I like the way you've explored the dynamic. And the Nintendo bit was hilarious.
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