“Fuck you Tim.” He snaps and is actually angry which is weird, because for all his caustic nature and hatred of almost everything he is rarely actually angry. Though Tim rather feels he doesn’t have the right to be angry because he did bring it on himself, hacking is incredibly illegal after all. But then he knows that isn’t what Chris is angry about, Chris is angry because Tim ignored him and Chris for all his lone ranger stick it to the man (or woman because Chris is all about equality in these matters) attitude, he does not like to be on his own, nor does he take kindly to ignorance. Especially when it is of himself.
“Fuck you Tim.” Chris says again, angrily stuffing wires into a box even though Tim knows Chris knows they don’t belong there and he can’t decide if Chris is just being Chris or if Chris is being Chris and being contraire. “You left me to get arrested.”
“You did break the law Chris.” Tim replies as diplomatically as he can manage, which isn’t very much considering he is still very much of the opinion that Chris deserved it.
“That isn’t the point Tim.” Chris tells him, whirling round on one foot and jabbing one index finger viciously into Tim’s solar plexus. “The point is you abandoned me, I don’t care that I got arrested, I care that my friend let me down.” He storms off at this point, his skinny legs making him look like a very pissed off stick insect and only on Chris is that image ever endearing.
So Tim goes after him. “You let me down too Chris! I asked you to watch Marcus for one day and what did you do? You destroyed him!” The fact that they are in the middle of the shop does little to detract from this airing of dirty laundry they are engaging themselves in and Tim just knows Chris loves it. But then Chris looks back at him and scowls.
“I am not having this argument here.”
He heads for the stock room and Tim gets the feeling he is supposed to follow but he often gets these things wrong and so doesn’t move. That is until a woman tells him to get after his boyfriend before he loses him, and then he scuttles off to save them both the embarrassment. Of course him doing what she said just cemented the whole situation but that was hardly important right now given his sudden impending feeling that he was going to lose Chris.
“Chris.” He says when he’s closed the stockroom door behind him and although he doesn’t really know what’s about to happen, the fact that Chris won’t argue with him in public is a big problem. Chris is an exhibitionist, he likes to cause a scene. “You made my son ill.”
“Tim.” Chris looks at him, all wide-eyed with his best ‘you are an idiot’ look. “I did that for you.”
Tim cannot even see how that makes sense even in Chris logic and shakes his head disbelievingly. “What? You made my son sick for me? Why would you do that Chris?” His voice has raised a few decibels but he’s angry and so is Chris and everything is just so tense.
“Let’s not forget how you began the destruction by altering your own son’s report card Tim.” Chris hisses and gives him a look that just dares Tim to respond but then his mouth opens and he carries on anyway because Chris has never been good at shutting up when he’s supposed to. “I messed him up because I tried to get him to see what it’s like for you, he walks all over you and doesn’t respect you when he should because you’re brilliant.”
(And Tim would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised by that admission.)
“If I hadn’t done what I did you wouldn’t have been sat on that sofa talking to your child like you’re both actual human beings, making him Jasmine tea when he asks you to and not because he tells you to. Tim your relationship with your dick of a child just got so much better because of me and you still left me on my own.” Chris is fuming, his chest heaving as he breathes and Tim has never seen him so impassioned, even when that customer the other week asked him how he plugged in a wireless mouse.
Tim stares at him a suitable state of absolute confusion and all he can bring himself to say is “oh.”
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Unprompted Tim/Chris "(Not so) New and a Bit Alarming" PG13 1a/1
Date: 2011-10-29 12:25 am (UTC)“Fuck you Tim.” Chris says again, angrily stuffing wires into a box even though Tim knows Chris knows they don’t belong there and he can’t decide if Chris is just being Chris or if Chris is being Chris and being contraire. “You left me to get arrested.”
“You did break the law Chris.” Tim replies as diplomatically as he can manage, which isn’t very much considering he is still very much of the opinion that Chris deserved it.
“That isn’t the point Tim.” Chris tells him, whirling round on one foot and jabbing one index finger viciously into Tim’s solar plexus. “The point is you abandoned me, I don’t care that I got arrested, I care that my friend let me down.” He storms off at this point, his skinny legs making him look like a very pissed off stick insect and only on Chris is that image ever endearing.
So Tim goes after him. “You let me down too Chris! I asked you to watch Marcus for one day and what did you do? You destroyed him!” The fact that they are in the middle of the shop does little to detract from this airing of dirty laundry they are engaging themselves in and Tim just knows Chris loves it. But then Chris looks back at him and scowls.
“I am not having this argument here.”
He heads for the stock room and Tim gets the feeling he is supposed to follow but he often gets these things wrong and so doesn’t move. That is until a woman tells him to get after his boyfriend before he loses him, and then he scuttles off to save them both the embarrassment. Of course him doing what she said just cemented the whole situation but that was hardly important right now given his sudden impending feeling that he was going to lose Chris.
“Chris.” He says when he’s closed the stockroom door behind him and although he doesn’t really know what’s about to happen, the fact that Chris won’t argue with him in public is a big problem. Chris is an exhibitionist, he likes to cause a scene. “You made my son ill.”
“Tim.” Chris looks at him, all wide-eyed with his best ‘you are an idiot’ look. “I did that for you.”
Tim cannot even see how that makes sense even in Chris logic and shakes his head disbelievingly. “What? You made my son sick for me? Why would you do that Chris?” His voice has raised a few decibels but he’s angry and so is Chris and everything is just so tense.
“Let’s not forget how you began the destruction by altering your own son’s report card Tim.” Chris hisses and gives him a look that just dares Tim to respond but then his mouth opens and he carries on anyway because Chris has never been good at shutting up when he’s supposed to. “I messed him up because I tried to get him to see what it’s like for you, he walks all over you and doesn’t respect you when he should because you’re brilliant.”
(And Tim would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised by that admission.)
“If I hadn’t done what I did you wouldn’t have been sat on that sofa talking to your child like you’re both actual human beings, making him Jasmine tea when he asks you to and not because he tells you to. Tim your relationship with your dick of a child just got so much better because of me and you still left me on my own.” Chris is fuming, his chest heaving as he breathes and Tim has never seen him so impassioned, even when that customer the other week asked him how he plugged in a wireless mouse.
Tim stares at him a suitable state of absolute confusion and all he can bring himself to say is “oh.”