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thedailyshow_rpsDecember 31th, 2004. Happy New Year, and have a drabble to go.
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earenwe
Pairing: Jon/Stephen
Scene: Just Jon or Stephen alone (meaning anyone can be there but both of them at the same time.) Wondering about how they got themselves into it, interacting with other TDS members, whatever.
A/N: It’s a double drabble, okay? 200 words, I couldn’t do it in less. On the other hand, Jon both wonders and interacts. Give the Dane a cookie!
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual person is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
Any mention of 'The Daily Show', 'Viacom', any associated entites, or any copywrited material pertaining therein is reasonably protected by the Fair Use Rule of the United States Copyright Act of 1976, and is not intended to infringe upon any copywrited material.
Last Thursday they blew it. Stephen had forgotten to lock the door (he was... busy doing something else), and Samantha had walked in on them. For a long second she only stood there, before turning on her heel, quickly walking out of the office.
“I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before.”
It’s Monday, and Samantha is standing in Jon’s office, just where Stephen stood when he confessed, under substantial pressure, that he might have a slight “crush” on Jon.
“Well, we tried hiding it.” The sarcasm is kind for once, and Samantha smiles.
“How long have you two been...-” She trails off, cheeks reddening slightly.
“Fucking?”
Jon’s attempt to loosen her up works. She laughs, “Yeah, that.”
One year, two months, 22 hours and... Jon checks the clock... 36 minutes. “A while.”
Samantha sways back on forth on the balls of her feet. She does that when she’s nervous, Jon noticed last year. “We’re pretty blind, eh? I mean, now that I think about it, the looks, the touches and the locked doors suddenly make sense.”
“Keep it a secret?”
Jon is so happy that Samantha is an open-minded and throughout wonderful Canadian. She nods and smiles, “Of course.”
Request from:
earenwePairing: Jon/Stephen
Scene: Just Jon or Stephen alone (meaning anyone can be there but both of them at the same time.) Wondering about how they got themselves into it, interacting with other TDS members, whatever.
A/N: It’s a double drabble, okay? 200 words, I couldn’t do it in less. On the other hand, Jon both wonders and interacts. Give the Dane a cookie!
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual person is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
Any mention of 'The Daily Show', 'Viacom', any associated entites, or any copywrited material pertaining therein is reasonably protected by the Fair Use Rule of the United States Copyright Act of 1976, and is not intended to infringe upon any copywrited material.
Last Thursday they blew it. Stephen had forgotten to lock the door (he was... busy doing something else), and Samantha had walked in on them. For a long second she only stood there, before turning on her heel, quickly walking out of the office.
“I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before.”
It’s Monday, and Samantha is standing in Jon’s office, just where Stephen stood when he confessed, under substantial pressure, that he might have a slight “crush” on Jon.
“Well, we tried hiding it.” The sarcasm is kind for once, and Samantha smiles.
“How long have you two been...-” She trails off, cheeks reddening slightly.
“Fucking?”
Jon’s attempt to loosen her up works. She laughs, “Yeah, that.”
One year, two months, 22 hours and... Jon checks the clock... 36 minutes. “A while.”
Samantha sways back on forth on the balls of her feet. She does that when she’s nervous, Jon noticed last year. “We’re pretty blind, eh? I mean, now that I think about it, the looks, the touches and the locked doors suddenly make sense.”
“Keep it a secret?”
Jon is so happy that Samantha is an open-minded and throughout wonderful Canadian. She nods and smiles, “Of course.”
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