Life of Mars Drabble: Fake It
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Title: Fake It
Author: Mistress Kat /![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kat_lair
Fandom: Life on Mars
Pairing: Chris/Ray one-sided
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Summary: “Hell no,” Ray crossed his arms. “I ain’t playing a nancy-boy.”
Author notes: Written as part of the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
broadstairsbacc writing challenge where we all wrote a drabble to same fandom, a randomly picked prompt (undercover as gay) and then individual Loveheart phrase which needed to be included. My Loveheart said ‘I love you’.
“Hell no,” Ray crossed his arms. “I ain’t playing a nancy-boy. Can’t Tyler do it? He’s experienced.”
Hunt smacked him on the head none too gently. “I’ll need Tyler on surveillance. And you better watch your mouth.”
“I’ll do it,” Chris offered. “Someone’s gotta,” he added, chin jutting out defiantly, “Ray’d stick out like a sore thumb.”
It was true. Ray wouldn’t blend in with the boys by the canal and their perpetrator would be scared off.
Hunt nodded and Ray clapped Chris’ shoulder with a relieved “I love you, mate!”
Chris looked away, knowing Ray didn’t really mean it.
***
Title: Fake It
Author: Mistress Kat /
kat_lairFandom: Life on Mars
Pairing: Chris/Ray one-sided
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Summary: “Hell no,” Ray crossed his arms. “I ain’t playing a nancy-boy.”
Author notes: Written as part of the
broadstairsbacc writing challenge where we all wrote a drabble to same fandom, a randomly picked prompt (undercover as gay) and then individual Loveheart phrase which needed to be included. My Loveheart said ‘I love you’.“Hell no,” Ray crossed his arms. “I ain’t playing a nancy-boy. Can’t Tyler do it? He’s experienced.”
Hunt smacked him on the head none too gently. “I’ll need Tyler on surveillance. And you better watch your mouth.”
“I’ll do it,” Chris offered. “Someone’s gotta,” he added, chin jutting out defiantly, “Ray’d stick out like a sore thumb.”
It was true. Ray wouldn’t blend in with the boys by the canal and their perpetrator would be scared off.
Hunt nodded and Ray clapped Chris’ shoulder with a relieved “I love you, mate!”
Chris looked away, knowing Ray didn’t really mean it.
***
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