FIC: Whispers in the Night
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ficwizeTitle: Whispers in the Night
Fandom: Jonny Quest
Prompt: Written for the prompt Late Night Conversations for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aravistarkheena at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_on_demand.
Warnings: Slash relationship implied.
Rating: Gen
Summary: Race overhears a conversation.
Pairings: Benton Quest/Race Bannon
Disclaimer: I don't own the fandom or make money doing this.
A/N: Written for June!challenge Day 27 atfic_on_demand.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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Race Bannon stopped outside Jonny’s bedroom as he made his rounds through the compound. The windows were open at either end of the hallway and a breeze brought the scent of jasmine and the more distant sound of waves. Tilting his head, Race listened through the door.
It was after 11 and Jonny and Hadji had gone to bed an hour ago, but the bodyguard had learned a long time ago that bedtimes often meant very little. Sure enough, he could hear whispers and giggles coming from behind the door.
Grinning a little bit, he raised his hand to knock on the door and order the boys to bed, but stopped when he heard his name.
“Do you think that your dad and Race are in love?”
The question shocked Race so much that he stood there with his fist inches from the door and his mouth open. Benton had been right – the boys were too smart and too observant for the recent changes in the adults’ relationship to go unnoticed.
“I don’t know.” Jonny answered. “They sure are acting strange.”
“Yeah,” Hadji agreed. “And like they don’t want us to notice, either. Did you see the way that your Dad touched Race at dinner?”
“And Race pulled away.” Race couldn’t see Jonny’s face, but he could imagine the look on the twelve year old’s face. “I don’t think they wanted us to know.”
“Why not?” Hadji asked, yawning.
“Probably because they think it’s too grown up for us to understand.” Jonny’s skeptical tone made it clear that he thought the adults were underestimating them again.
“That’s stupid.” Hadji mumbled. “We don’t care.”
“I know.” Jonny’s voice was barely more than a mumble. “We’re already a family.”
“Yeah.” Hadji’s answer was barely more than a breath as he fell asleep and Race made a mental note to come back in an hour and move him to his own room. Jonny didn’t answer at all and Race moved away from the door as quietly as he could.
Finishing his rounds, he turned down the hallway that led to Dr. Quest’s room and tapped on the door as he opened it. Benton looked up from where he was sitting on the bed reading an article. Race grinned sheepishly and Benton raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong?”
“I’m afraid we’ve been made, Doctor.”
“Made how?” Benton reached up and pulled off his glasses to clean them on his robe.
“I overheard a conversation of Jonny and Hadji’s.” Race crossed over to the bed and leaned down on the empty side, catching himself on his hands and lowering himself down on his stomach.
“A conversation about what?” Benton put his glasses back on and set the article he’d been reading on the bedside table. Race turned on his side and looked up.
“About us.” He said simply.
“Oh.” Benton sighed. “What did they say?”
“They wondered why we weren’t telling them about us.” Race groaned and grabbed a pillow to bury his face in. “They noticed that I flinched away from you at dinner.”
“Hmmm.” Benton’s hum was ambivalent and Race looked up at him.
“I’m sorry about that, Ben.” His expression was troubled. “I didn’t want to put you in an awkward position with the boys.”
“Did they say anything else?”
Race thought about it for a second. “Yeah, they did. They said they wouldn’t care, because we were already a family.”
Ben’s face softened and he reached over and brushed his fingers through Race’s silver hair. “Smart boys.”
“Yeah.” Race relaxed into the other man’s touch. “They must get that from you.”
“Of course they do. And they get their stubbornness from you.” Benton teased and Race chuckled.
“They do insist sharing the same bed at all available opportunities.” Race agreed.
“See?” Ben leaned over and pressed a kiss to Race’s temple. “I want to tell them, Race. I’m not ashamed of our relationship.”
“Neither am I.” Race caught Ben’s arm and rolled over on his back so that he could pull the doctor down for a real kiss. “I’m not ashamed of being with you. The fact that you would willingly want to be with someone like me…”
“Yes.” Benton snorted. “The fact that a nerdy scientist like me could want to be with someone brave and honorable, smart and kind, good and decent…” He was cut off when Race kissed him again.
When they broke apart, Race whispered against Benton’s lips. “You forgot good looking.”
“No, I didn’t.” Ben smiled, reaching down to cup Race’s face in his hands. “You just interrupted me before I could get to that quality.”
“Sorry.” Race apologized. “About everything. We’ll tell the boys in the morning.”
“Good plan.” Ben nodded. “Now, I hope you’re done with everything, because I’m ready for bed.”
“I just need to move Hadji back to his room,” Race started, but Benton caught his shoulder.
“Race?”
“Yes?”
“Leave him.”
Race grinned. “Yes, sir. Whatever the doctor orders.”
Fandom: Jonny Quest
Prompt: Written for the prompt Late Night Conversations for
aravistarkheena at fic_on_demand. Warnings: Slash relationship implied.
Rating: Gen
Summary: Race overhears a conversation.
Pairings: Benton Quest/Race Bannon
Disclaimer: I don't own the fandom or make money doing this.
A/N: Written for June!challenge Day 27 at
fic_on_demand. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
*************
Race Bannon stopped outside Jonny’s bedroom as he made his rounds through the compound. The windows were open at either end of the hallway and a breeze brought the scent of jasmine and the more distant sound of waves. Tilting his head, Race listened through the door.
It was after 11 and Jonny and Hadji had gone to bed an hour ago, but the bodyguard had learned a long time ago that bedtimes often meant very little. Sure enough, he could hear whispers and giggles coming from behind the door.
Grinning a little bit, he raised his hand to knock on the door and order the boys to bed, but stopped when he heard his name.
“Do you think that your dad and Race are in love?”
The question shocked Race so much that he stood there with his fist inches from the door and his mouth open. Benton had been right – the boys were too smart and too observant for the recent changes in the adults’ relationship to go unnoticed.
“I don’t know.” Jonny answered. “They sure are acting strange.”
“Yeah,” Hadji agreed. “And like they don’t want us to notice, either. Did you see the way that your Dad touched Race at dinner?”
“And Race pulled away.” Race couldn’t see Jonny’s face, but he could imagine the look on the twelve year old’s face. “I don’t think they wanted us to know.”
“Why not?” Hadji asked, yawning.
“Probably because they think it’s too grown up for us to understand.” Jonny’s skeptical tone made it clear that he thought the adults were underestimating them again.
“That’s stupid.” Hadji mumbled. “We don’t care.”
“I know.” Jonny’s voice was barely more than a mumble. “We’re already a family.”
“Yeah.” Hadji’s answer was barely more than a breath as he fell asleep and Race made a mental note to come back in an hour and move him to his own room. Jonny didn’t answer at all and Race moved away from the door as quietly as he could.
Finishing his rounds, he turned down the hallway that led to Dr. Quest’s room and tapped on the door as he opened it. Benton looked up from where he was sitting on the bed reading an article. Race grinned sheepishly and Benton raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong?”
“I’m afraid we’ve been made, Doctor.”
“Made how?” Benton reached up and pulled off his glasses to clean them on his robe.
“I overheard a conversation of Jonny and Hadji’s.” Race crossed over to the bed and leaned down on the empty side, catching himself on his hands and lowering himself down on his stomach.
“A conversation about what?” Benton put his glasses back on and set the article he’d been reading on the bedside table. Race turned on his side and looked up.
“About us.” He said simply.
“Oh.” Benton sighed. “What did they say?”
“They wondered why we weren’t telling them about us.” Race groaned and grabbed a pillow to bury his face in. “They noticed that I flinched away from you at dinner.”
“Hmmm.” Benton’s hum was ambivalent and Race looked up at him.
“I’m sorry about that, Ben.” His expression was troubled. “I didn’t want to put you in an awkward position with the boys.”
“Did they say anything else?”
Race thought about it for a second. “Yeah, they did. They said they wouldn’t care, because we were already a family.”
Ben’s face softened and he reached over and brushed his fingers through Race’s silver hair. “Smart boys.”
“Yeah.” Race relaxed into the other man’s touch. “They must get that from you.”
“Of course they do. And they get their stubbornness from you.” Benton teased and Race chuckled.
“They do insist sharing the same bed at all available opportunities.” Race agreed.
“See?” Ben leaned over and pressed a kiss to Race’s temple. “I want to tell them, Race. I’m not ashamed of our relationship.”
“Neither am I.” Race caught Ben’s arm and rolled over on his back so that he could pull the doctor down for a real kiss. “I’m not ashamed of being with you. The fact that you would willingly want to be with someone like me…”
“Yes.” Benton snorted. “The fact that a nerdy scientist like me could want to be with someone brave and honorable, smart and kind, good and decent…” He was cut off when Race kissed him again.
When they broke apart, Race whispered against Benton’s lips. “You forgot good looking.”
“No, I didn’t.” Ben smiled, reaching down to cup Race’s face in his hands. “You just interrupted me before I could get to that quality.”
“Sorry.” Race apologized. “About everything. We’ll tell the boys in the morning.”
“Good plan.” Ben nodded. “Now, I hope you’re done with everything, because I’m ready for bed.”
“I just need to move Hadji back to his room,” Race started, but Benton caught his shoulder.
“Race?”
“Yes?”
“Leave him.”
Race grinned. “Yes, sir. Whatever the doctor orders.”
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Date: 2008-06-30 09:34 pm (UTC)Thank you so much, this was perfect.
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Date: 2008-07-01 01:03 am (UTC)I have to admit that I have a weakness for well done Race/Benton, but it's so hard to find! Even small fandom fests and Yuletide don't have much...
Yay!
I hope your move went well. :)
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Date: 2008-07-19 08:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-19 04:17 pm (UTC)