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Fake News (FPF) | In Need Of Patience | G | Jon/"Stephen"
Title: In Need Of Patience
Fandom: Fake News (FPF)
Rating: G
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Summary: Stephen and Jon during a tornado warning.
Word Count: 100
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“Why do we have to stay in here?”
“It’s a tornado warning, Stephen. There’s no basement, so we have to stay in a room with no windows.”
“It’s cramped! How much longer?”
Jon glanced at his phone. “Five minutes.”
“Stupid tornadoes,” Stephen muttered. “Where do they get off?”
“I don’t think they have a motive. It’s—”
“I’m not in the mood to hear about science, Jon.”
Jon sighed. “Okay, sure.”
“They have no right. I’m putting them On Notice once we get out of here.”
Jon shook his head, smiling to himself. “You do that, Stephen. You do that.”
Fandom: Fake News (FPF)
Rating: G
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Summary: Stephen and Jon during a tornado warning.
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
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“Why do we have to stay in here?”
“It’s a tornado warning, Stephen. There’s no basement, so we have to stay in a room with no windows.”
“It’s cramped! How much longer?”
Jon glanced at his phone. “Five minutes.”
“Stupid tornadoes,” Stephen muttered. “Where do they get off?”
“I don’t think they have a motive. It’s—”
“I’m not in the mood to hear about science, Jon.”
Jon sighed. “Okay, sure.”
“They have no right. I’m putting them On Notice once we get out of here.”
Jon shook his head, smiling to himself. “You do that, Stephen. You do that.”