Title: Pendrell makes a choice Author/pseudonym: Drovar Email address: Drovar@hotmail.com Rating: PG-13 Fandom: XF Pairings: Pendrell/Spender Date: 8/17/98 Other website/archive: http://www.geocities.com/area51/3190/ferret.htm Summary: Pendrell makes an important choice Category: Slash-humor Warnings: Spender-slash! Disclaimers: I don't own `em wish I did, no money, don't sue yatta, yatta, yatta Notes: Ok, here's a contribution to the Pendrell list. Slash, but PG at the most. My sincere apologies to all Pendrell lovers out there. I just couldn't help myself. CiCi's comments on Pendrell's name (my vote is for Sean) brought this entire idea into my head. Once there it started gnawing at my cortex, so I had to get it out. This took about an hour, so no beta, no editing, just straight off the cuff.
Enjoy, comments welcome.
Pendrell makes a choice.
Pendrell propped his blue-bunny slippers on top of the coffee table, and flipped another page. He was profoundly oblivious to the increasingly frustrated state of the man across the room. Pendrell read for some very long moments, his lips occasionally sounding out the foreign ones. He never really got the hang of those umlauts and o's with the slashes through them.
He turned another page, and noted, with some excitement, the large `C' at the top.
Ooohh, some good ones, he thought.
Pendrell took a bite from his donut, taking care to brush the powdered sugar off the page, and sipped his Yoo-hoo. This was hard work.
"Pendrell", the man said, as he twitched in a most peculiar manner, his eyes blinking rapidly, "would you please make a choice, this is taking forever."
Pendrell carefully closed the book and brushed the fallen sugar off his bathrobe.
"Really Jeffrey," he said. "I need to be careful here, this is something that I'm going to have to live with for the rest of my life."
"But. but," the other man sputtered, "the list is already open, CiCi's got people joining. Damn it man, you need a name! Drovar said I can't leave till you have a name."
Pendrell stared. Jeffrey Spender really could build up a good head of steam when he tried. His face was red and tight, and his tie was pulled open, halfway down his chest. The other agent's arms were failing around like out-of-sync pinwheels, as he stomped around the small living room. He was shouting something about not wanting to go through `that scene in Pennsylvania', again. Pendrell mentally filed the reference away for later use. It was all a rather cute effect, he realized.
"Jeffrey, relax." Pendrell said as he grabbed a stack of computer printouts from the low table. "Look, people have been naming me different things all along. They seem to like the name `Brian' a lot. He flipped the stack over and read the heading of the top page.
"Here, let's see." Pendrell scanned the top of the page intently. "Expectations, by Annie Sewell-Jennings. She says I'm Brian.
Pendrell flipped several more pages, politely ignoring Spender's nasal snort.
"Here's another." Pendrell said. He flushed slightly when he saw that it was Kassandra's `Training' series. Those stories made feel just a little too . . . warm. "Brian there too."
He quickly flipped to the next batch.
"Here's another Brian, and another," Spender said as he flipped through the entire `Socks' series.
It really is getting warm in here wasn't it? he thought.
"So it's Brian then?" Spender said hopefully, reaching for his jacket, and slipping it on as he stepped across the room.
"Well no not really." Pendrell said, as he pulled a small box from a shelf underneath the able. "This database, " he said, showing Spender the Unrestricted Access CD-ROM, "says my first name is Sean."
So it's actually Sean then? Spender asked with a tone both desperate and weakly hopeful.
"Well no," Pendrell said. "The writers don't really consider that canon, since it never actually appeared on the show. CiCi says it's `post-fake-death' anyway, and doesn't really count.
Spender threw himself onto the couch next to Pendrell and covered his face with his hands making large, exasperated groaning noises.
Pendrell returned to his book of baby names and bottle of Yoo-hoo. He was deep into the D's and considering the merits of `Daryl' and `David' when Spender spoke again.
"Pendrell?"
"hmmm?" Pendrell responded.
"How about Arthur?" Spender asked.
"Too British"
"Jamie?" he continued, not missing a step.
"Maybe, kind of makes me think of the Bionic Woman though."
"Ted?" Spender asked, without much hope.
"Echh.. no"
"Louie?" Spender said, with a distressing whine creeping into his voice.
Pendrell only sighed, shook his head and returned to his book. He was well into the F's and was rather taking a liking to Frank when he heard Spender move, after being quite for a fairly long time.
Pendrell closed his copy of '1000 and 1 Baby Names', carefully marking the page with the enclosed blue ribbon. He turned toward Spender who was holding one of the computer printouts and looking at him with an expression halfway between a crooked grin and a leer.
Suddenly Pendrell realized that Spender had to be reading `Plastic Hurts'. It was the only fanfic printed out on Garfield fanfold paper, and he could see the cat clearly thorough the back of the paper.
"Pendrell?" Spender said as he tossed the computer printout on the floor.
"Uh-huh?" Pendrell answered.
"Did you every read Halrloprillalar's story, Big Spender?" the other agent asked as he scooted across the couch.
"Uh-huh"
"She wasn't exaggerating, " Spender said as he slipped the book from Penderll's hands, tossing casually into the mingled powdered sugar and spilled Yoo-hoo.
"Uh-huh", Pendrell muttered as he felt the first soft brush of Spender's lips on his own.
"Jeffrey?" he asked, as he felt small, quick hands slip beneath his robe.
"mmmm?" came the muffled reply from somewhere in the vicinity of his navel.
"Call me, Brian"
"mmmm"
"No, wait; Sean. I like Sean better, or maybe John, what do you think of Harold, honestly."
"Pendrell?"
"Yes, Jeffrey?"
"Shut the fuck up"
"Yes, Jeffrey." Pendrell said as he felt Spender move further down his body.
It really is, definately, getting warm in here, Pendrell thought as he leaned his head back on the couch and moaned slightly under Spender's gentle attention.
"Maybe Jeffrey, yeah Jeff, that was it.
#End
Drovar