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Plans and Plots
by Dusty Tyree (c)
Rating: PG13 for Adult Situations inc m/m relationship.
The following is a response to a challenge on the Sb-2 list. The challenge was to write a story beginning with the line: He/she reached for the phone and quickly dialled a number. The challenge also added if possible to include the line: When the phone rang at he/she knew who it would be...
Warnings: None really. Nothing graphic sexual or violent, little more than a hug and kiss.
He reached for the phone and quickly dialled
a number; despite the lateness of the hour he couldn't stand the uncertainty
any longer, just had to talk to someone before he burst.
When the phone rang at two in the morning, he knew, or at least had a very good idea who it would be.
He was right.
"Hello Murdock," he said into the mouthpiece.
"Oh great, thought you might've had company. You
seemed to be very interested in our recent client's sister."
"I do have company," was the soft reply.
"Oh! Sorry, but ...my mind is turning
cartwheels and I can't sleep."
"Would never had
guessed," was the muttered reply.
"Colonel, I haven't been able to contact Face all
evening." There was a pause as the caller wound the telephone cable
round his fingers. "Do... do... you think he's still mad at
"You'll have to ask him that, Captain,"
"Was there anything..." Smith started to ask, when
a huge sigh came over the wire.
"I'm sorry about what happened. I didn't really
think it would come out so… so bright." There was a sound suspiciously
like a muffled chuckle, then Murdock's voice came
back. "But have you ever seen Facey so mad
in all your life?"
"Wouldn't go so far as that, Captain, but yes, I'd say
he was pretty peeved. Green hair doesn't really suit him all that
"No it didn't." There was a moment of
silence as Murdock fidgeted. "It wasn't really my fault that the
bottle got knocked over and stained the white rug though, was it? Or that Face
slipped on the wet floor and bruised his... er... y'know..."
"Hmm, well Murdock, you know that Face bruises
easily." The Colonel's voice was noncommittal, remembering the chaos that
had reigned in Face's bathroom and the pilot's clumsy attempt to clean up,
which had only spread the dye further.
There was silence as Murdock thought over the events of the
past day. Now that the euphoria of a successful plan carried out had worn
off, he was feeling extremely guilty.
Smith broke it. "Well, anyway, whatever you did,
worked. Did you have a good time with
"Yes, I think so..."
"You only think so?" The Colonel's voice rose a
little. "After all you did to make sure Face couldn't keep his
appointment with her?"
Murdock quickly replied. "Yes, it was good.
"What did you tell her?" Smith asked curiously,
wondering how he'd got into this conversation.
"I said that he would be better soon, and as soon as
his voice came back, he would call her."
Smith raised an eyebrow. "So, now he's got
"Well, I couldn't tell her his hair had turned green
because I put something in his shampoo bottle and ruined his rug and stopped
him from taking her out to dinner...and just because of that, he wasn't talking
to me, now could I?" Murdock whined, actually sounding aggrieved, as
though he was the injured party.
Smith grinned. "Er, I guess
"I hope it washes out before he has to scam
something," Murdock sounded worried. "I mean, he won't get very far
if they're laughing at his green hair."
"What'd you mean, you HOPE it washes out?" Smith
sat up straighter. "Murdock that isn't funny. What if we get
another job tomorrow? We need Face...."
"I know, I know."
Smith could hear the man on the other end of the phone line,
moving about, the creak of bed springs, the rustle of paper, and the television
being switched on.
"I just… just…"
Smith sighed. "Just wanted to take
"True," came Murdock's
voice after another long pause. "I'm starting to get really worried
"Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to you.... after
all, he was planning on a good night out with a lovely girl."
"Yeah," Murdock's tone sounded flat. "I
wouldn't want him mad at me forever though,
"I'm sure he'll appreciate that when he's calmed
"Do you really think so?" Hope blossomed in the
"Yes, I do think so. Now, if you don't mind, I'll
have to go... as I said, I have a guest..."
"Sorry Colonel....tell her I'm
sorry to have kept you talking so long."
"That's okay Murdock."
"When you see Face, will you tell him I'm sorry and
that I'll make it up to him somehow?"
"Yeah, when I see him, I will. Now
Goodnight Captain. Go to sleep and dream of taking
"I do, but I think she's still expecting Face to
call. She seemed genuinely sorry that he'd lost his voice and wasn't
"But she still enjoyed the night out?"
"She said she did," said Murdock brightening a
little. "Maybe I can find someone else for Face."
"I don't think Face will have any trouble finding
someone else Murdock. Perhaps you'd better leave well alone."
"Maybe you're right Colonel. Goodnight...sleep tight...don't let the bed bugs bite..."
"Goodnight Murdock," Smith said firmly and
replaced the handset.
He looked up as the bathroom door opened and a tall figure
was silhouetted against the lamplight.
"Finished with your call?" a husky voice asked.
"Yep," Smith stubbed out his cigar and held out
his arms. "Come here, I missed you."
The figure laughed softly and moved slowly across the
carpeted floor and put one bare knee on the side, leaning forward to kiss
As the slim, nude, body slipped warmly into his arms, Smith
said softly into one ear.
"Murdock says to tell you he's sorry and that he'll make
it up to you, somehow."
The frequently washed and restored blond head nodded.
"I heard. I was listening on the extension."
Smith settled his body beside that of his new lover and
asked: "What are you going to say to him, and Sharon?"
One warm hand caressed the side of his face, then the
whisper came softly: "I'll tell them I'm sorry, but I just
discovered the person I've been waiting for all my life... and I am no longer
available to anyone else."
"Glad to hear that, lieutenant, because I think I could
be the jealous type... and there's always that shampoo of
Face shuddered. "Don't remind me. I wanted to
"Never mind, Templeton.
There'll be plenty more dinner dates for you - and me."
He felt the warm blush against his chest as the fair head
snuggled under his chin and smiled.
He had a feeling that all their lives were going to be
changed from now on, hopefully for the better. He had what he'd
wanted for so many years... and it seemed from what had transpired between them, that Face had been of the same mind about him.
Now all he had to do was to remember to dispose of that
chemical he'd given to Murdock before Face saw it and put two and two
He didn't think it would make any difference to his new
lover now, who had actually provided the doctored shampoo, but he didn't want
to take any risks.
He was a gambler - but this new relationship was much too
precious to gamble with.
Dusty Tyree (c)
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