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toxic_cornSeries: What If He's On the Run?
Title: Day One
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toxic_corn and nutmeg610
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chad/Mary Anne
Disclaimer: The characters belong to ABC, Ann M. Martin, and Scholastic Books. We own nothing and no copyright infringement is intended.
Spoilers: For the entire damn season of Daybreak, specifically the final episode.
Summary: Following the events of Daybreak, Chad's working at a resort in Mexico where he meets a certain someone.
Notes: Spring break story! Our attempt at a (slightly) canon fic, so if you haven't finished watching Daybreak... well, it might be safe to read this since nothing specific is stated about the events in the finale until later in the story so you have time to catch up. But if you're really spoilerphobic, keep away. As always, here there be crack.
Day One - Monday
“So what should we do?” Kristy asked, pulling her hair into a ponytail. She stood in the middle of the group, ever the leader even after the Babysitter’s Club had disbanded and gone their separate ways for college three years ago.
Stacey and Claudia exchanged a sour look. “Well, Claud and I were planning on finding some hot guys but since Mallory had to book us at the fogey resort-”
“You guys!” Mallory exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. “I went with where my grandmother could get me a discount, okay?! Remember when I wasn’t the enemy and you were happy with the low price? Besides, she said everyone here was young!”
Claudia sighed. “You should have considered the source, Mal. Your grandmother’s 90.”
Mary Anne was quiet as her friends continued to bicker on. When there was a lull, she commented, “Well, regardless of the lack of guys, we’re still in Mexico. And the beach looks beautiful.”
Almost as one, the girls turned in the lobby to look out at the beach, a little wistful, particularly the ones who were going to school on the east coast which at the moment was being bombarded by snow storms.
“Right,” Kristy said, clapping her hands. “Everyone up to their rooms, get dressed, and be downstairs in five. Beach time.”
It was one of the few times one of Kristy’s orders weren’t questioned or followed with loud groaning.
~*~
Hauling out the last piece of lumber, Chad Shelten - or Danny Mitchell as his employers knew him, got to work repairing the dilapidated life guard stand and pondered over how much his life had sucked the past year. Well, if he was honest with himself, the suck really started once Rita had walked out the door that last time.
Or maybe the suck really started the day he met Brett Hopper. Before that, he was happily married to a gorgeous woman, had a good job, a good home, a good life. Now here he was in Mexico and working at a resort where he got to watch other people who hadn’t screwed up their lives have fun. Mostly elderly people came here and he couldn’t really work up enough resentment for the old-timers; they had such little time left that he wasn’t going to begrudge them a little fun in paradise.
Paradise. Yeah, right.
Happy screams made him jump and he glanced over his shoulder to see a gaggle of college-age girls come running onto the sand, a few of them hauling a volleyball net. Not too shabby; he could have a free show whenever he needed a break repairing this damn stand. He glared at it. It made more sense for the resort to cut their losses, tear the thing down, and just by a new one but like pretty much every authority figure he’d ever met in his life, the owner was a penny-pincher.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead and pulling on his ballcap, Chad stopped ogling the girls and started to work.
~*~
Kristy smacked the volleyball and it went sailing over Mary Anne’s head, landing well away from the game and rolling under the lifeguard tower that was under repair.
“That was yours, Mary Anne! Go get it!” Kristy called.
Sighing, Mary Anne jogged over to the tower, braids bouncing on her shoulders. She hadn’t wanted to play this game anyway but once Kristy got an idea into her head, it was hard to deter her. The ball had rolled under the tower and the man working didn’t look up as she approached.
“Um, excuse me?” she asked, tentatively. Hopefully he wouldn’t get annoyed by her interruption.
“Yeah?” He continued to work, not looking up.
"Our ball just rolled under the tower, do you mind if I get it? I'm sorry to interrupt you."
“Hurry up, Mary Anne!” Kristy called impatiently.
Mary Anne turned to glare over her shoulder. Why did Kristy always have to be such a loud mouth?
"I got it.” The man grabbed the ball and stood up to hand it to her.
Looking up at him, Mary Anne’s face started to heat up. He was gorgeous. Much older than her, but he had the prettiest blue eyes she’d ever seen. Tall, muscular, goatee… and he was smiling at her so gently that she thought she was going to melt at any second.
“Thank you,” she managed to squeak out.
“Not a problem,” he replied, still smiling at her.
Mary Anne nodded stupidly. She was so glad she was wearing her cutest bikini but mentally cursing herself for putting her hair in babyish braids. Viewing the other guests at the hotel, she’d been led to believe that her appearance wouldn’t matter but now…
"Why are you picking now to start flirting?! You've got the ball; get over here!"
Mortified, Mary Anne shook herself out of her lustful assessment of the man in front of her. "I have to go. Thank you, sir!" She ran off with the ball before she could give Kristy the opportunity to say something else humiliating.
“Finally,” Kristy greeted her but then her eyes widened and she ducked when Mary Anne tossed the ball over the net at her, furious.
"Kristy, you are such a buttface!" With that, Mary Anne stomped off back to the resort.
~*~
Stupid Kristy. Mary Anne stretched out on a lounge chair on the big deck of the resort, laying it flat so she could settle on her tummy and work on some post cards home. She’d picked up some cute ones in the gift shop earlier and was excited to have them written up and sent out.
"Dear.... Dad... and... Sharon,” she mumbled to herself as she wrote. “Mexico.... is..."
"Hot and smelly."
Looking up in surprise, Mary Anne saw Hot Beach Man with his toolbox just a few feet away from her and started blushing again as she laughed at his ending to her sentence. "I was going to say 'Not what I expected' but I guess yours is right, too."
He nodded and set his box of tools on the ground. "I have to fix this floorboard, so I hope I don't bother you. You can move, if I do."
"Oh! No, it's fine. Don't worry,” Mary Anne said, not wanting to interfere with his job and get him in trouble.
The man got to work and Mary Anne watched him, trying not to visibly drool as she stared at his muscles. It didn’t take long before he started to sweat and he took off his hat to wipe the sweat off of his forehead.
"Damn, it's gotta be a hundred and ten degrees out," the man said.
“Uh huh,” Mary Anne replied, watching the sweat soak into his t-shirt. Maybe he’d take it off?
He reached out for his toolbox for another nail but he missed by a lot and ended up brushing her thigh. His calluses on her smooth skin made her jump and then her heart rate accelerate.
"Oh, sorry." He laughed, sounding a little embarrassed. "I've practically got heatstroke."
“It-” Her throat had gone completely dry and she had to swallow. “It’s fine.”
Standing up, he pulled out his wallet. "I'm going to the pop machine. Want anything?"
“Oh!” Mary Anne leapt up, concerned that his employers wouldn’t be happy with him for taking little breaks while he was supposed to be working. "I'll go for you!"
"Oh, yeah?" he asked, looking surprised. "Ok, thanks." He handed her a few bills. "Cherry Coke if they got it."
"Sure." Mary Anne went inside and down the hall from the check-in desk where the Coke machine was located. She saw he’d given her enough for two and bought a Cherry Coke and a bottle of water, then brought them out to him.
"Here. I got you a water, too.” She handed him both bottles once he’d set his hammer down. “It's better for you; soda just makes you thirstier."
"Thanks, but I was offering to buy you something." He smiled at her as he untwisted the cap of his soda. "Don't want you getting heatstroke."
"Oh, if I get overheated I'll just go inside. You're the one who needs this more, having to work out here." She frowned worriedly.
He chuckled at that. "Oh yeah, it's a hard life. Living at a resort... getting free drinks at the bar... meeting pretty women in bikinis..." At that, he gave her a significant look as if saying I’m referring to you.
Mary Anne ducked her head bashfully, blushing again. What was she supposed to say to that? She wasn’t as good at this flirting thing as Stacey and Claudia were.
"Is that a sunburn, or did I make you blush?" he asked, teasingly.
Mary Anne’s smile fell. Not flirting after all. He was just making fun of her. "I'd better go finish my postcards." Without waiting for his response, she collected her postcards and pen with as much dignity as she could muster.
“Oh, right. Sorry I kept you."
"It was nice talking to you, sir,” she said a tad stiffly, and went off to her room with the sound of hammering in her ears once more.
: Day Two >
Title: Day One
Authors:
toxic_corn and nutmeg610Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chad/Mary Anne
Disclaimer: The characters belong to ABC, Ann M. Martin, and Scholastic Books. We own nothing and no copyright infringement is intended.
Spoilers: For the entire damn season of Daybreak, specifically the final episode.
Summary: Following the events of Daybreak, Chad's working at a resort in Mexico where he meets a certain someone.
Notes: Spring break story! Our attempt at a (slightly) canon fic, so if you haven't finished watching Daybreak... well, it might be safe to read this since nothing specific is stated about the events in the finale until later in the story so you have time to catch up. But if you're really spoilerphobic, keep away. As always, here there be crack.
Day One - Monday
“So what should we do?” Kristy asked, pulling her hair into a ponytail. She stood in the middle of the group, ever the leader even after the Babysitter’s Club had disbanded and gone their separate ways for college three years ago.
Stacey and Claudia exchanged a sour look. “Well, Claud and I were planning on finding some hot guys but since Mallory had to book us at the fogey resort-”
“You guys!” Mallory exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. “I went with where my grandmother could get me a discount, okay?! Remember when I wasn’t the enemy and you were happy with the low price? Besides, she said everyone here was young!”
Claudia sighed. “You should have considered the source, Mal. Your grandmother’s 90.”
Mary Anne was quiet as her friends continued to bicker on. When there was a lull, she commented, “Well, regardless of the lack of guys, we’re still in Mexico. And the beach looks beautiful.”
Almost as one, the girls turned in the lobby to look out at the beach, a little wistful, particularly the ones who were going to school on the east coast which at the moment was being bombarded by snow storms.
“Right,” Kristy said, clapping her hands. “Everyone up to their rooms, get dressed, and be downstairs in five. Beach time.”
It was one of the few times one of Kristy’s orders weren’t questioned or followed with loud groaning.
Hauling out the last piece of lumber, Chad Shelten - or Danny Mitchell as his employers knew him, got to work repairing the dilapidated life guard stand and pondered over how much his life had sucked the past year. Well, if he was honest with himself, the suck really started once Rita had walked out the door that last time.
Or maybe the suck really started the day he met Brett Hopper. Before that, he was happily married to a gorgeous woman, had a good job, a good home, a good life. Now here he was in Mexico and working at a resort where he got to watch other people who hadn’t screwed up their lives have fun. Mostly elderly people came here and he couldn’t really work up enough resentment for the old-timers; they had such little time left that he wasn’t going to begrudge them a little fun in paradise.
Paradise. Yeah, right.
Happy screams made him jump and he glanced over his shoulder to see a gaggle of college-age girls come running onto the sand, a few of them hauling a volleyball net. Not too shabby; he could have a free show whenever he needed a break repairing this damn stand. He glared at it. It made more sense for the resort to cut their losses, tear the thing down, and just by a new one but like pretty much every authority figure he’d ever met in his life, the owner was a penny-pincher.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead and pulling on his ballcap, Chad stopped ogling the girls and started to work.
Kristy smacked the volleyball and it went sailing over Mary Anne’s head, landing well away from the game and rolling under the lifeguard tower that was under repair.
“That was yours, Mary Anne! Go get it!” Kristy called.
Sighing, Mary Anne jogged over to the tower, braids bouncing on her shoulders. She hadn’t wanted to play this game anyway but once Kristy got an idea into her head, it was hard to deter her. The ball had rolled under the tower and the man working didn’t look up as she approached.
“Um, excuse me?” she asked, tentatively. Hopefully he wouldn’t get annoyed by her interruption.
“Yeah?” He continued to work, not looking up.
"Our ball just rolled under the tower, do you mind if I get it? I'm sorry to interrupt you."
“Hurry up, Mary Anne!” Kristy called impatiently.
Mary Anne turned to glare over her shoulder. Why did Kristy always have to be such a loud mouth?
"I got it.” The man grabbed the ball and stood up to hand it to her.
Looking up at him, Mary Anne’s face started to heat up. He was gorgeous. Much older than her, but he had the prettiest blue eyes she’d ever seen. Tall, muscular, goatee… and he was smiling at her so gently that she thought she was going to melt at any second.
“Thank you,” she managed to squeak out.
“Not a problem,” he replied, still smiling at her.
Mary Anne nodded stupidly. She was so glad she was wearing her cutest bikini but mentally cursing herself for putting her hair in babyish braids. Viewing the other guests at the hotel, she’d been led to believe that her appearance wouldn’t matter but now…
"Why are you picking now to start flirting?! You've got the ball; get over here!"
Mortified, Mary Anne shook herself out of her lustful assessment of the man in front of her. "I have to go. Thank you, sir!" She ran off with the ball before she could give Kristy the opportunity to say something else humiliating.
“Finally,” Kristy greeted her but then her eyes widened and she ducked when Mary Anne tossed the ball over the net at her, furious.
"Kristy, you are such a buttface!" With that, Mary Anne stomped off back to the resort.
Stupid Kristy. Mary Anne stretched out on a lounge chair on the big deck of the resort, laying it flat so she could settle on her tummy and work on some post cards home. She’d picked up some cute ones in the gift shop earlier and was excited to have them written up and sent out.
"Dear.... Dad... and... Sharon,” she mumbled to herself as she wrote. “Mexico.... is..."
"Hot and smelly."
Looking up in surprise, Mary Anne saw Hot Beach Man with his toolbox just a few feet away from her and started blushing again as she laughed at his ending to her sentence. "I was going to say 'Not what I expected' but I guess yours is right, too."
He nodded and set his box of tools on the ground. "I have to fix this floorboard, so I hope I don't bother you. You can move, if I do."
"Oh! No, it's fine. Don't worry,” Mary Anne said, not wanting to interfere with his job and get him in trouble.
The man got to work and Mary Anne watched him, trying not to visibly drool as she stared at his muscles. It didn’t take long before he started to sweat and he took off his hat to wipe the sweat off of his forehead.
"Damn, it's gotta be a hundred and ten degrees out," the man said.
“Uh huh,” Mary Anne replied, watching the sweat soak into his t-shirt. Maybe he’d take it off?
He reached out for his toolbox for another nail but he missed by a lot and ended up brushing her thigh. His calluses on her smooth skin made her jump and then her heart rate accelerate.
"Oh, sorry." He laughed, sounding a little embarrassed. "I've practically got heatstroke."
“It-” Her throat had gone completely dry and she had to swallow. “It’s fine.”
Standing up, he pulled out his wallet. "I'm going to the pop machine. Want anything?"
“Oh!” Mary Anne leapt up, concerned that his employers wouldn’t be happy with him for taking little breaks while he was supposed to be working. "I'll go for you!"
"Oh, yeah?" he asked, looking surprised. "Ok, thanks." He handed her a few bills. "Cherry Coke if they got it."
"Sure." Mary Anne went inside and down the hall from the check-in desk where the Coke machine was located. She saw he’d given her enough for two and bought a Cherry Coke and a bottle of water, then brought them out to him.
"Here. I got you a water, too.” She handed him both bottles once he’d set his hammer down. “It's better for you; soda just makes you thirstier."
"Thanks, but I was offering to buy you something." He smiled at her as he untwisted the cap of his soda. "Don't want you getting heatstroke."
"Oh, if I get overheated I'll just go inside. You're the one who needs this more, having to work out here." She frowned worriedly.
He chuckled at that. "Oh yeah, it's a hard life. Living at a resort... getting free drinks at the bar... meeting pretty women in bikinis..." At that, he gave her a significant look as if saying I’m referring to you.
Mary Anne ducked her head bashfully, blushing again. What was she supposed to say to that? She wasn’t as good at this flirting thing as Stacey and Claudia were.
"Is that a sunburn, or did I make you blush?" he asked, teasingly.
Mary Anne’s smile fell. Not flirting after all. He was just making fun of her. "I'd better go finish my postcards." Without waiting for his response, she collected her postcards and pen with as much dignity as she could muster.
“Oh, right. Sorry I kept you."
"It was nice talking to you, sir,” she said a tad stiffly, and went off to her room with the sound of hammering in her ears once more.
: Day Two >
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Date: 2007-03-25 07:24 am (UTC)You are not gonna believe what happened. I came back from a fun night out to find that my computer tower turned itself off, and won't turn back on! It could totally be broken, but I'm hoping tomorrow if I try to turn it on, it'll work again. If not, I'm stuck using this slow ass laptop that freezes every five seconds (and you know how much I complained about it!) So here's hoping we can talk tomorrow, and if not, at least you know what happened to me!
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Date: 2007-03-25 08:03 am (UTC)Can't wait for Day 2....I'm such a crack whore!
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Date: 2007-03-25 08:09 am (UTC)Lesson 1. Chad, she doesn't take teasing that well.
Hee! More Chad and Mary Anne fun.
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Date: 2007-03-25 09:02 am (UTC)New Chad/Mary Anne goodness! It feels like an entirely new story even though we've been through their budding romance before :-)
*dances around*
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Date: 2007-03-25 11:02 am (UTC)I knew this was what you were going to do for that Spring Break fic you were telling us about, lol! Goatee!Chad is wunnerful...almost as good as SweatyHandyman!Chad. Guh.
Of course it's nice to see that he still retains his charms (i.e., making her feel stupid) no matter what section of the crackverse he inhabits...
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Date: 2008-01-15 05:31 pm (UTC)COOL!
*settles into more story*
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