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Joe Flanigan, David Hewlett, (NPC) Justin Long, and Karl Urban. The New Guy.
[Takes place sometime after Mars learns not to trust Labrador Retrievers. Crossposted togeekshop]
"Mars, look, Joe's here." David points.
Mars has a rope bone. It is the best rope bone on the face of the earth. But Joe is here! What's a dog to do? He picks up his toy and goes to greet Joe at the shop door, little stub of tail wagging madly.
"Hey there, Mars!" Joe says, dropping down in front of him and ruffling him up, not trying to take the rope bone from him. "How's your morning going? Keeping David busy and in line?"
He takes a lot of looking after. When Mars has had his fill of the ruffling, he moves around behind Joe and nudges him forward to where David is. Your turn. Then he finds his spot between David and Justin's desks, curls up, and goes back to chewing mightily on his new rope bone.
David leans over and kisses Joe's cheek. "Hey there, gorgeous. Enjoying the day off?"
"Actually, I am. And I haven't gone by work once. Aren't you proud of me?" Joe says, leaning against David's desk.
"Very," David says, leaning in and giving him another kiss. "How're the kids?"
"Well exercised. I went on a long run, and I don't think they'll be moving for a few hours. It was great." Joe's never gotten over his weird enjoyment of exercise.
"You're so strange to me sometimes," David says with a grin. He peers at the monitor in front of him, presses a few keys on the keyboard, then sits down.
Justin comes in from the back with a Pizza Pocket on a paper plate. "Hey, Joe," he says. "You gonna stick around to see the new guy?"
David sighs. "He's not the new guy yet."
"There's a new guy?" Joe says, pushing up on David's desk a bit more. "You didn't say you'd found someone."
"He hasn't made up his mind," Justin says, setting the Pizza Pocket down and waiting for it to cool.
"He's just gone to get coffee," David says, "and before you chastise me," he adds, looking sternly at Joe, "he offered because the shop's just a few doors down."
"I just assumed it was standard for your new guys," Joe says, managing not to laugh. "One of your tests... how do they cope with being sent out on a coffee run? Can they get everything right?"
David sighs. "Look, I don't know about him. I really just don't."
"What's the problem? Are his qualifications not good enough?" Joe asks.
"He seems perfectly qualified," David says. "But..."
"But?"
Justin giggles into his Pizza Pocket.
"He's hot, Joe."
Joe raises an eyebrow and looks over at Justin for confirmation, who raises his hands defensively. "I haven't even seen him yet. David's just... mentioned him."
"You're thinking about not hiring him because he's hot?" Joe says slowly, looking very confused in David's direction.
"I'm not sure if I want to hire him because he's qualified, or because he's hot," David says, frowning.
"But... there's always been a standard of hot here," Joe points out. "Look at you! Look at Justin!"
David looks at Justin. "Did you hear that? My man thinks you're hot."
Justin waves his hands and blushes. "Stop that."
"Look what you've done, you've gone and made Justin blush." David grins.
The door chimes, and a tall man with short brown hair walks in, carrying a tray of coffee in one hand, and one more cup in the other. "I'm back," he says. "Hope I got everything right."
"He's from New Zealand," David whispers to Joe, as if that wasn't entirely obvious. He gets up. "Thanks, Karl," he says as he gets to his feet and goes to help with the coffee.
Really? New Zealand he says... and Joe was just going to say he sounded Canadian. Hiding a smile, he winks at Justin--who's still blushing--and checks out the new guy--Karl. David was right... he is hot, in a very tall way.
"Okay," Karl says, "there's my caramel macchiato, and here's a low-fat chai latte for Justin, and a French vanilla cappuccino for David, and a hot chocolate each for Henry and Matt, and a white mocha for Lee. I'll just go take those back to them." He wanders through the doorway to the back of the shop.
"Nicely done, and all pronounced correctly," Joe says, nodding in approval as Karl turns and walks through the doorway. He looks back just in time to see Justin check out Karl's ass and trip, almost faceplanting onto the floor.
"God, he's hot," David says as he gets up to help Justin. "You okay?"
"I... tripped. I think. Something on the floor," Justin says, blushing wildly as he's helped up.
"No... you tripped over your own feet looking at the hot new guy," Joe says helpfully.
"I was not!" Justin protests. Weakly.
"You were," David says. "You were checking him out. So I just don't know if I want to hire him because he's hot, or if he's actually qualified."
"Is he actually qualified? Because I don't see why not," Joe admits. "It's not like you're going to be doing him into a mothership or a... ramagig."
David looks at Joe, then bursts out laughing. "You're just the cutest ever," he declares, throwing his arms around him and kissing him soundly. Then he looks at Justin. "Isn't he the cutest?"
Justin just shakes his head and laughs. "Very cute," he agrees. Ramagig. Honestly.
"What? What did I get wrong?" Joe asks, although he hangs onto David and doesn't let him get away.
"Hope I'm not interrupting," Karl says as he returns to the room to fetch his drink. "Is this your boyfriend, David?"
"Yeah," David says, not stepping away from Joe. "Karl, this is Joe Flanigan. Joe, this is Karl Urban. The new guy."
Karl grins brightly. "I got the job?"
"Yeah," David says, "welcome to Wizard Computers."
Joe gives David one more kiss, then finally lets him go, extending his hand to Karl. "Nice to meet you, Karl. So... got any pets?" he says, grinning widely at him.
"Uh oh... here he goes," Justin says, going back to his desk.
Karl looks over at Justin, a little confused. "Uh, no," he says, when he turns back to Joe. "I haven't been in town all that long."
"Good... now... would you say you're more of a cat man, or a dog man?" Joe keeps going, still smiling at Karl.
"Be careful, Karl, or you'll have as much of a menagerie as they do. Well. Okay, that's not possible," Justin decides.
Karl looks like he's not entirely sure if this is a test. "I quite like dogs," he says, eventually.
"Duly noted," Joe says, nodding firmly. "David, I think I like your new guy."
"Just don't give him more animals than he can look after," David warns him.
"Do you work for a shelter, Joe?" Karl asks.
"Not exactly... I'm a vet," Joe explains. "And I get a lot of people who come through with strays, or animals they can't keep anymore. Plus people who just drop them off on my doorstep. I'm always looking for people to place them with."
"I could always use a companion," Karl says. "Especially now that David's been so kind as to give me a job."
"It's good that you like animals though... there's always a few here at the shop. Especially Mars," Justin says, reaching back and giving Mars a scratch behind the ears.
"We were formally introduced the instant I walked in," Karl says, grinning.
"Nose-in-crotch," David tells Joe with a heavy sigh.
"Oh, Mars," Joe sighs. "There are more socially acceptable ways to meet new people, you know."
Mars looks up at him. There are? Weird. He goes back to his rope bone.
"New rope bone, huh? He looks pretty thrilled," Joe laughs.
"He's barely put it down, except to say hi to you and meet Karl," Justin says.
"He's really sweet," Karl says. "My parents have a Yorkie..."
"So you never had a dog?" Justin says, pokerfaced.
Karl shakes his head. "Not of my own. I like dogs. Real dogs, like retriever or labs or a German shepherds. We had a golden retriever when I was a kid, but really he was my mum's dog, and now... bloody little Yorkie."
Joe laughs--he can't help it. "Poor thing... so deprived," he says. "I'll let you know if I track down a 'real' dog for you."
Karl grins. "Good," he says, "that's really fantastic of you." Then he looks at David. "Is it part of the job requirements?"
"Yeah," David says. "All employees must accept a pet."
"Or two."
"Don't be pushy, Joe... it's not attractive," Justin says. "Right? I mean... am I allowed to say that, David?"
"No," David says, "but I am. Don't be pushy, Joe. It's not attractive."
Joe sighs dramatically. "Everyone's picking on me."
"It's good sport," David tells him. "Karl will learn that one quick."
"Hey, hey, don't pick on the new bloke," Karl says.
Bloke. He's so... New Zealandy. It's adorable. "Don't worry--they're usually picking on me," Joe tells him.
"That hardly seems fair," Karl says.
"That's what I think too," Joe sighs. "Ha ha. The new guy's on my side."
"Are you on his side, new guy?" David asks.
"Do I get my job revoked if I say yes?" Karl sounds a little nervous.
David pretends to think about this. "No, but you'll be relegated to being Coffee Guy if you do."
"And considering I am a bit of a coffee fiend..."
"I suppose you're taking my boyfriend's side, aren't you?"
"Yes, David, I am."
Joe lifts both his arms in victory. "Sweet. Coffee Guy, you're gonna enjoy it here. David, Justin, be nice to him, or I'll bake cookies."
"What kind of cookies?" Karl asks, eagerly.
Justin looks horrified. "You wouldn't do that, right? David, you wouldn't let him do that to poor, helpless ingredients, would you? They don't deserve it!"
David reaches out and pats Justin's shoulder. "It's okay," he says, "don't fret. I won't let him bake. I couldn't do that to anyone, much less helpless ingredients."
"That bad, huh?" Karl asks Joe.
Joe sighs. "I'm really, really good at calling out for delivery. The best in the state."
"I had to learn how to cook," Karl says. "If I lived on delivery, I'd be roughly the size of a house."
"Somehow that never happened... just lucky, I guess," Joe shrugs. "Plus there's the running."
Justin shudders. "I know you love him, David, but sometimes he scares me."
"I like rock climbing," Karl says, grinning. "Indoors," he quickly amends that. "And there's the gym membership."
David looks in horror at Justin. "Oh, god, now there's two of them."
"Oh, I like Coffee Guy, David. I think you should definitely keep him," Joe says, nodding firmly. "Plus he likes dogs. A real winner. I mean, I'm assuming he knows which end of a mothership is up."
"Please... please, can't you at least try and teach him to say motherboard?" Justin says plaintively.
"I've tried," David laments, "it just doesn't take."
"Well, I'm going to go and let you get all settled in," Joe says, grinning at Karl one more time, then going over to kiss David. "I'll see you at home, unless you have to run away with the new technician because he's just so smoking hot," he teases, only saying it loud enough that David can hear.
"Dunno, I might have to take him on the mothership," David shoots back, though he smiles. "See you tonight, gorgeous."
"See you later," Joe says, smiling back at him. "I'll pick up dessert. And don't worry, I won't cook."
[Takes place sometime after Mars learns not to trust Labrador Retrievers. Crossposted to
geekshop]"Mars, look, Joe's here." David points.
Mars has a rope bone. It is the best rope bone on the face of the earth. But Joe is here! What's a dog to do? He picks up his toy and goes to greet Joe at the shop door, little stub of tail wagging madly.
"Hey there, Mars!" Joe says, dropping down in front of him and ruffling him up, not trying to take the rope bone from him. "How's your morning going? Keeping David busy and in line?"
He takes a lot of looking after. When Mars has had his fill of the ruffling, he moves around behind Joe and nudges him forward to where David is. Your turn. Then he finds his spot between David and Justin's desks, curls up, and goes back to chewing mightily on his new rope bone.
David leans over and kisses Joe's cheek. "Hey there, gorgeous. Enjoying the day off?"
"Actually, I am. And I haven't gone by work once. Aren't you proud of me?" Joe says, leaning against David's desk.
"Very," David says, leaning in and giving him another kiss. "How're the kids?"
"Well exercised. I went on a long run, and I don't think they'll be moving for a few hours. It was great." Joe's never gotten over his weird enjoyment of exercise.
"You're so strange to me sometimes," David says with a grin. He peers at the monitor in front of him, presses a few keys on the keyboard, then sits down.
Justin comes in from the back with a Pizza Pocket on a paper plate. "Hey, Joe," he says. "You gonna stick around to see the new guy?"
David sighs. "He's not the new guy yet."
"There's a new guy?" Joe says, pushing up on David's desk a bit more. "You didn't say you'd found someone."
"He hasn't made up his mind," Justin says, setting the Pizza Pocket down and waiting for it to cool.
"He's just gone to get coffee," David says, "and before you chastise me," he adds, looking sternly at Joe, "he offered because the shop's just a few doors down."
"I just assumed it was standard for your new guys," Joe says, managing not to laugh. "One of your tests... how do they cope with being sent out on a coffee run? Can they get everything right?"
David sighs. "Look, I don't know about him. I really just don't."
"What's the problem? Are his qualifications not good enough?" Joe asks.
"He seems perfectly qualified," David says. "But..."
"But?"
Justin giggles into his Pizza Pocket.
"He's hot, Joe."
Joe raises an eyebrow and looks over at Justin for confirmation, who raises his hands defensively. "I haven't even seen him yet. David's just... mentioned him."
"You're thinking about not hiring him because he's hot?" Joe says slowly, looking very confused in David's direction.
"I'm not sure if I want to hire him because he's qualified, or because he's hot," David says, frowning.
"But... there's always been a standard of hot here," Joe points out. "Look at you! Look at Justin!"
David looks at Justin. "Did you hear that? My man thinks you're hot."
Justin waves his hands and blushes. "Stop that."
"Look what you've done, you've gone and made Justin blush." David grins.
The door chimes, and a tall man with short brown hair walks in, carrying a tray of coffee in one hand, and one more cup in the other. "I'm back," he says. "Hope I got everything right."
"He's from New Zealand," David whispers to Joe, as if that wasn't entirely obvious. He gets up. "Thanks, Karl," he says as he gets to his feet and goes to help with the coffee.
Really? New Zealand he says... and Joe was just going to say he sounded Canadian. Hiding a smile, he winks at Justin--who's still blushing--and checks out the new guy--Karl. David was right... he is hot, in a very tall way.
"Okay," Karl says, "there's my caramel macchiato, and here's a low-fat chai latte for Justin, and a French vanilla cappuccino for David, and a hot chocolate each for Henry and Matt, and a white mocha for Lee. I'll just go take those back to them." He wanders through the doorway to the back of the shop.
"Nicely done, and all pronounced correctly," Joe says, nodding in approval as Karl turns and walks through the doorway. He looks back just in time to see Justin check out Karl's ass and trip, almost faceplanting onto the floor.
"God, he's hot," David says as he gets up to help Justin. "You okay?"
"I... tripped. I think. Something on the floor," Justin says, blushing wildly as he's helped up.
"No... you tripped over your own feet looking at the hot new guy," Joe says helpfully.
"I was not!" Justin protests. Weakly.
"You were," David says. "You were checking him out. So I just don't know if I want to hire him because he's hot, or if he's actually qualified."
"Is he actually qualified? Because I don't see why not," Joe admits. "It's not like you're going to be doing him into a mothership or a... ramagig."
David looks at Joe, then bursts out laughing. "You're just the cutest ever," he declares, throwing his arms around him and kissing him soundly. Then he looks at Justin. "Isn't he the cutest?"
Justin just shakes his head and laughs. "Very cute," he agrees. Ramagig. Honestly.
"What? What did I get wrong?" Joe asks, although he hangs onto David and doesn't let him get away.
"Hope I'm not interrupting," Karl says as he returns to the room to fetch his drink. "Is this your boyfriend, David?"
"Yeah," David says, not stepping away from Joe. "Karl, this is Joe Flanigan. Joe, this is Karl Urban. The new guy."
Karl grins brightly. "I got the job?"
"Yeah," David says, "welcome to Wizard Computers."
Joe gives David one more kiss, then finally lets him go, extending his hand to Karl. "Nice to meet you, Karl. So... got any pets?" he says, grinning widely at him.
"Uh oh... here he goes," Justin says, going back to his desk.
Karl looks over at Justin, a little confused. "Uh, no," he says, when he turns back to Joe. "I haven't been in town all that long."
"Good... now... would you say you're more of a cat man, or a dog man?" Joe keeps going, still smiling at Karl.
"Be careful, Karl, or you'll have as much of a menagerie as they do. Well. Okay, that's not possible," Justin decides.
Karl looks like he's not entirely sure if this is a test. "I quite like dogs," he says, eventually.
"Duly noted," Joe says, nodding firmly. "David, I think I like your new guy."
"Just don't give him more animals than he can look after," David warns him.
"Do you work for a shelter, Joe?" Karl asks.
"Not exactly... I'm a vet," Joe explains. "And I get a lot of people who come through with strays, or animals they can't keep anymore. Plus people who just drop them off on my doorstep. I'm always looking for people to place them with."
"I could always use a companion," Karl says. "Especially now that David's been so kind as to give me a job."
"It's good that you like animals though... there's always a few here at the shop. Especially Mars," Justin says, reaching back and giving Mars a scratch behind the ears.
"We were formally introduced the instant I walked in," Karl says, grinning.
"Nose-in-crotch," David tells Joe with a heavy sigh.
"Oh, Mars," Joe sighs. "There are more socially acceptable ways to meet new people, you know."
Mars looks up at him. There are? Weird. He goes back to his rope bone.
"New rope bone, huh? He looks pretty thrilled," Joe laughs.
"He's barely put it down, except to say hi to you and meet Karl," Justin says.
"He's really sweet," Karl says. "My parents have a Yorkie..."
"So you never had a dog?" Justin says, pokerfaced.
Karl shakes his head. "Not of my own. I like dogs. Real dogs, like retriever or labs or a German shepherds. We had a golden retriever when I was a kid, but really he was my mum's dog, and now... bloody little Yorkie."
Joe laughs--he can't help it. "Poor thing... so deprived," he says. "I'll let you know if I track down a 'real' dog for you."
Karl grins. "Good," he says, "that's really fantastic of you." Then he looks at David. "Is it part of the job requirements?"
"Yeah," David says. "All employees must accept a pet."
"Or two."
"Don't be pushy, Joe... it's not attractive," Justin says. "Right? I mean... am I allowed to say that, David?"
"No," David says, "but I am. Don't be pushy, Joe. It's not attractive."
Joe sighs dramatically. "Everyone's picking on me."
"It's good sport," David tells him. "Karl will learn that one quick."
"Hey, hey, don't pick on the new bloke," Karl says.
Bloke. He's so... New Zealandy. It's adorable. "Don't worry--they're usually picking on me," Joe tells him.
"That hardly seems fair," Karl says.
"That's what I think too," Joe sighs. "Ha ha. The new guy's on my side."
"Are you on his side, new guy?" David asks.
"Do I get my job revoked if I say yes?" Karl sounds a little nervous.
David pretends to think about this. "No, but you'll be relegated to being Coffee Guy if you do."
"And considering I am a bit of a coffee fiend..."
"I suppose you're taking my boyfriend's side, aren't you?"
"Yes, David, I am."
Joe lifts both his arms in victory. "Sweet. Coffee Guy, you're gonna enjoy it here. David, Justin, be nice to him, or I'll bake cookies."
"What kind of cookies?" Karl asks, eagerly.
Justin looks horrified. "You wouldn't do that, right? David, you wouldn't let him do that to poor, helpless ingredients, would you? They don't deserve it!"
David reaches out and pats Justin's shoulder. "It's okay," he says, "don't fret. I won't let him bake. I couldn't do that to anyone, much less helpless ingredients."
"That bad, huh?" Karl asks Joe.
Joe sighs. "I'm really, really good at calling out for delivery. The best in the state."
"I had to learn how to cook," Karl says. "If I lived on delivery, I'd be roughly the size of a house."
"Somehow that never happened... just lucky, I guess," Joe shrugs. "Plus there's the running."
Justin shudders. "I know you love him, David, but sometimes he scares me."
"I like rock climbing," Karl says, grinning. "Indoors," he quickly amends that. "And there's the gym membership."
David looks in horror at Justin. "Oh, god, now there's two of them."
"Oh, I like Coffee Guy, David. I think you should definitely keep him," Joe says, nodding firmly. "Plus he likes dogs. A real winner. I mean, I'm assuming he knows which end of a mothership is up."
"Please... please, can't you at least try and teach him to say motherboard?" Justin says plaintively.
"I've tried," David laments, "it just doesn't take."
"Well, I'm going to go and let you get all settled in," Joe says, grinning at Karl one more time, then going over to kiss David. "I'll see you at home, unless you have to run away with the new technician because he's just so smoking hot," he teases, only saying it loud enough that David can hear.
"Dunno, I might have to take him on the mothership," David shoots back, though he smiles. "See you tonight, gorgeous."
"See you later," Joe says, smiling back at him. "I'll pick up dessert. And don't worry, I won't cook."
