Title: Oh, Babe, I Know Just What You’d Say
Author: Wolf and Boar
Rating: G
Genre: Hopeless Romance
Setting: Conference room in the offices of Chris and Buck’s detective agency in my Weekend Warriors AU
Pairings: Chris/Buck and implied Vin/Ezra, poor bystander JD involved as a reluctant observer.
Summary and Warning: Dreaded songfic which involves Chris Larabee in a tux with a top-hat and cane; a silk bouquet, a lollipop, and swinging and swaying. Read at your own peril.
Song and lyrics by E. S. “Hurricane” Smith: “Oh, Babe, What Would You Say?”
A/N: Very special thanks to
evil_jacquie who has never given up on me and many thanks to
_elvie whose uploads have given me lots of examples of Michael's smiles to put on Chris's face.
OH, BABE, I KNOW JUST WHAT YOU’D SAY
When Corey the maintenance guy walked in and put a boom box down on the shorter filing cabinet, Buck, Vin, Ezra, and JD looked up in curiosity. Shrugging apologetically, he grinned, pushed the play button, and exited quickly out the conference room door.
At the opening flare of orchestra music, the younger men looked puzzled but Buck began to grin, obviously recognizing the song. As the sax began to sing, their puzzlement grew to astonishment as Chris, dressed in an immaculate tuxedo, hair slicked back, slid gracefully through the doorway on shiny shoes, top-hat and cane in hand.
Throwing his head back, Buck leaned all the way backwards in his chair laughing gleefully and giving a stomp with his boots, then sat up straight with a grin at Chris, shaking his head in wonder and obvious enchantment. Chris grinned back.
( A little taste of Broadway come to town )
Author: Wolf and Boar
Rating: G
Genre: Hopeless Romance
Setting: Conference room in the offices of Chris and Buck’s detective agency in my Weekend Warriors AU
Pairings: Chris/Buck and implied Vin/Ezra, poor bystander JD involved as a reluctant observer.
Summary and Warning: Dreaded songfic which involves Chris Larabee in a tux with a top-hat and cane; a silk bouquet, a lollipop, and swinging and swaying. Read at your own peril.
Song and lyrics by E. S. “Hurricane” Smith: “Oh, Babe, What Would You Say?”
A/N: Very special thanks to
OH, BABE, I KNOW JUST WHAT YOU’D SAY
When Corey the maintenance guy walked in and put a boom box down on the shorter filing cabinet, Buck, Vin, Ezra, and JD looked up in curiosity. Shrugging apologetically, he grinned, pushed the play button, and exited quickly out the conference room door.
At the opening flare of orchestra music, the younger men looked puzzled but Buck began to grin, obviously recognizing the song. As the sax began to sing, their puzzlement grew to astonishment as Chris, dressed in an immaculate tuxedo, hair slicked back, slid gracefully through the doorway on shiny shoes, top-hat and cane in hand.
Throwing his head back, Buck leaned all the way backwards in his chair laughing gleefully and giving a stomp with his boots, then sat up straight with a grin at Chris, shaking his head in wonder and obvious enchantment. Chris grinned back.
( A little taste of Broadway come to town )