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baroqueangel) wrote2013-07-01 09:47 pm
baroqueangel) wrote2013-07-01 09:47 pm
Drabble - Truth
Title: Truth
Pairing/Characters: Ed
Rating: PG
Warning: Daftness, my complete and utter lack of understanding when it comes to science stuff, there may also be a plot trying to sneak its way in despite my attempts to stop it.
Words: 281
Summary: Ed shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t, but he does.
A.N: A sequel to The Whore, which I wrote last year for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
luxquintessence’s birthday and ‘lo and behold we’ve reached her next birthday so I decided to dust off the bunny that formed after posting the other one, because I can, and write her another gift. I hope this one doesn’t suck :P I wanted to get this posted before I went to bed so that it would still be Lux's birthday so forgive any glaring errors >.<
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Ed eyed the sodium pentothal on the shelf. He really shouldn't touch it. He should just leave it on the shelf. Even if it would be so easy to pocket it and hide the discrepancy on the stock-take lists. But taking it would be stealing and stealing would be the wrong thing to do. He should do the right thing and not touch it.
Ed never was good at doing the right thing.
Anyway, Roy had some questions to answer. Such as where had he been the last two nights? Why had he come home reeking of perfume? Why was he acting so damn suspicious?
The sodium pentothal would get him those answers. Plus other answers…to questions he wanted to ask…important questions like, maybe, how good he thought Ed was in bed or whether he liked being on the bottom (Ed was pretty sure he knew the answer to that last one, especially if the screams and moans were anything to go by, but it wouldn’t hurt to have confirmation).
Ed looked over his shoulder in the most suspicious I’m-up-to-something way before reaching out and closing his fist around one of the bottles. He pulled it from the shelf, shoved it into his pocket, changed the number on his stock list, and then started whistling as he headed for the door. The perfect crime, well, sort of.
Now he just had to figure out a way to get Roy to take it because there was no way he was touching a needle. He didn’t do needles. There was always a way though. And he would find it. After all, he may be an incompetent thief, but he was still a genius.
Pairing/Characters: Ed
Rating: PG
Warning: Daftness, my complete and utter lack of understanding when it comes to science stuff, there may also be a plot trying to sneak its way in despite my attempts to stop it.
Words: 281
Summary: Ed shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t, but he does.
A.N: A sequel to The Whore, which I wrote last year for
luxquintessence’s birthday and ‘lo and behold we’ve reached her next birthday so I decided to dust off the bunny that formed after posting the other one, because I can, and write her another gift. I hope this one doesn’t suck :P I wanted to get this posted before I went to bed so that it would still be Lux's birthday so forgive any glaring errors >.<~~~
Ed eyed the sodium pentothal on the shelf. He really shouldn't touch it. He should just leave it on the shelf. Even if it would be so easy to pocket it and hide the discrepancy on the stock-take lists. But taking it would be stealing and stealing would be the wrong thing to do. He should do the right thing and not touch it.
Ed never was good at doing the right thing.
Anyway, Roy had some questions to answer. Such as where had he been the last two nights? Why had he come home reeking of perfume? Why was he acting so damn suspicious?
The sodium pentothal would get him those answers. Plus other answers…to questions he wanted to ask…important questions like, maybe, how good he thought Ed was in bed or whether he liked being on the bottom (Ed was pretty sure he knew the answer to that last one, especially if the screams and moans were anything to go by, but it wouldn’t hurt to have confirmation).
Ed looked over his shoulder in the most suspicious I’m-up-to-something way before reaching out and closing his fist around one of the bottles. He pulled it from the shelf, shoved it into his pocket, changed the number on his stock list, and then started whistling as he headed for the door. The perfect crime, well, sort of.
Now he just had to figure out a way to get Roy to take it because there was no way he was touching a needle. He didn’t do needles. There was always a way though. And he would find it. After all, he may be an incompetent thief, but he was still a genius.