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Title: Untitled Flashfic
Feedback: always welcome
Summary: Just a very quick bit that occurred to me after tonight’s ep.
**Spoilers: “Lawyers, Guns, and Money”
Disclaimer: I don’t own JAG, just like to have fun with it.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: No, this is not the big story I’ve been working on. This is just a short piece inspired by last night’s episode. Can you figure out who’s POV it is? :)
Ouch ouch ouch.
I hobble back to my desk. Everything is just as it was two minutes ago: my computer, my pens and pencils, my desk lamp. And then I see it.
My chair.
How am I going to do it?
It’s going to be painful.
I’ve just receieved the ass-chewing of a lifetime. Sitting down is not gonna be pretty.
I’ve seen the Admiral angry before. At the SecNav, at Commander Rabb, certainly at Mr. Webb. Even at me, a few times. But never this mad. He is PISSED. Furious. And it’s all me.
Stupid, *stupid* waiter! What’s so hard about, “Wait for him to give you the signal, stick the ring in the check holder, and bring it over?” Jeez louise. It isn’t rocket science.
Thank God I’m almost done with law school. Maybe then I can stop being a yeoman and I won’t be chewed out like that ever again. Well, not unless I shoot a hole in the courtroom ceiling, I guess.
Speaking of that, the only thing that salvages this day for me is what Commander Rabb said. He thinks I’ll make a hell of a lawyer. I think so, too, but hearing it from him, I really believe it. It’s about the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. Well, nicer than numbnuts, anyway.
With the Commander on my side, I’ll be all right. That, and an icepack.
~The end~
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