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03 March 2013 @ 04:21 pm
Opals, Onomatopoeia, Officials  
Title: Opals, Onomatopoeia, Officials
Series: 1_million_words prompts
Rating: NC-17
Character(s): Steve/Danny
Summary: kaige68 posted a list of prompts for 1_million_words. Here are the O prompts.
Words: exactly 500
Warnings/Notes: None. Just silliness. Some misuse of language for the greater good.


“Tell me again what I told you,” Steve said as he drove through the outback to where the necromancers lived. His contact assured him that if anyone could tell them where to find Wo Fat, it was the small enclave that practiced divination through communication with the dead. Danny was skeptical but if it made Steve feel better, he’d go along with it.

“Don’t tell the officials since necromancy is outlawed. Don’t be surprised if they start talking in onomatopoeia. Don’t ask any questions that don’t have to do with Wo Fat,” Danny recited dutifully.

“Exactly,” Steve confirmed.

“Do you have the opals?” Danny asked, watching the scenery zoom by.

“I told you I do. They aren’t the best quality but they should be enough to buy us the information,” Steve said.

“You really think they can find him through sorcery?” Danny asked. They were going into week three and he was ready to get home. He missed Grace and Kono and Chin and Max and even Kamekona. The Governor had called every day for the past week, asking when they were coming back. Danny didn’t appreciate being the one to deal with him but Steve adamantly refused.

“If this doesn’t work, we’ll go home,” Steve promised.

“And we are being paid even though we’re away all this time?”

“I told you to stop worrying about it. Whether we get paid or not, we aren’t going to go hungry. I told you that,” Steve said.

“Please stop snapping at me,” Danny requested quietly. They both were suffering from frayed nerves and the fact that they were down to their very last resort – asking practitioners of the ancient black arts – to find Wo Fat was only making it worse on them both.

“I’m sorry,” Steve said, immediately repentant. “I know I shouldn’t take it out on you.”

“I understand,” Danny assured him, reaching over to put his hand on top of Steve’s. “Maybe this will be the break we’ve been searching for.”

“I hope so,” Steve said, sounding doubtful to his own ears. He turned down an unpaved road, coming to a halt beside a collection of brightly painted houses, cheerful flowers in window boxes adding to the riot of colors.

“This is it?” Danny asked, looking at the row of tidy houses.

“What were you expecting?” Steve asked, opening his door. “Adobe huts?”

“I don’t know. Not this,” Danny said with a shrug. “Do you know where your contact’s friend lives?”

“It won’t be hard to find her,” Steve said, going in between two of the houses to enter a courtyard where there seemed to be a party in progress. All those gathered greeted Steve and Danny like old friends, inviting them to eat, drink, be at home. Danny didn’t bother to ask how it was they were expected at this gathering. They were talking to necromancers after all.

“He’s left,” Isabella said, shaking her head. “Gone with the sunrise.” She refused the opals. No good paying for bad news.

kaige68kaige68 on March 4th, 2013 01:47 am (UTC)

Of course it's not the break you're waiting for!!! We're only on the O's!

You are so damn good to me to be running with this!!! THANK YOU!!! I LOVE THEM!!!