Ah, ah-heh, I know I already have a story going, but this little idea here
popped into my head and clung there like flab on my cat. So here it is. A
fun little teaser for you guys. This is the intro to an Ami/Zoicite fic
(though your other favorite characters make an appearance) and is very AU.
It's based somewhat on a really old Walter Matthau movie of the same name.
This is a trial chapter, so depending on your response I might or might not
continue it. Certainly, unless I get an overwhelming response I will
continue to work on Ne Plus Ultra first. We'll see what happens. In any
case, read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. My cat might. Her flab owns the rest of the globe, so who knows? The copyright might be hidden in there somewhere. But I'm certainly not looking for it.
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Ami Mizuno pushed the bangs out of her face and sighed the sigh of the completely put-upon. Squinching her eyes shut, she turned away from the object of her frustration, and, forcibly tamping down her anger, muttered, "*Mr*. Anderson, you simply *cannot* keep disappearing like this. You have patients to attend to and a very full schedule of meetings! You're shenanigans have caused thirty-nine inconvenienced patients, 160 reschedules, and the loss of 29 of your most reliable customers. Not to mention causing me a horrible headache. Honestly, sir, if you intend to keep this up, I don't know how I'll manage. I don't even know how I managed today."
Dr. Zachary Anderson, psychiatrist extraodinaire, stared at his pretty little assistant and wondered just exactly where all her issues came from. She certainly was a case for the books. Such a shame. She was rather pretty too, if only she would loosen up a bit.
"Mr. Anderson, are you listening to me?"
Zachary shook himself out of his reverie and once more focused on his- rather distraught-companion.
"Of course I am Ms. Mizuno. And I understand why you're so upset. I have been awful hard on you haven't I, disappearing so? But it's only because I have such faith in you that I feel I can leave the office business to you when I am in dire need of a break. And you managed, didn't you?" At her tired nod, he continued quickly, before she could get another chance to protest. "So you see, there's nothing to worry about. I promise it won't happen any more this week. It was just that Minako has been so distressed lately, and when she called, I couldn't refuse her, could I?"
Ami tried, rather unsuccessfully, not to roll her eyes. That name again. Minako. Apparently, when the pretty blonde model snapped her fingers, the whole world came running. And Zachary seemed to arrive the fastest. "What catastrophe was it this time Dr. Anderson? Or do I dare to ask?"
Zachary, rather incorrectly, assumed this meant she was relenting and began to expound with drama his poor, innocent, darling Minako's tail of woe. "You see last night I broke a date with her. Told her that my wife was home and so I needed to stay in and play house. This, of course, upset my darling so much that she." He finally yielded to the incredulous stare that his efficient employee was giving him. "What?"
Ami blinked. "Sir, you're not married."
Zachary blinked. "So?"
Ami felt the headache she'd been fighting with drugs all day come pounding back with a vengeance. Just where exactly did this man come from? She'd been working for him for three years and was still as of yet unable to understand him in the least. He was brilliant, not even she could deny that, but he never seemed to take his job (or her, for that matter) seriously. What a waste. "Sir, you broke a date with your girlfriend of sixteen months to stay home and 'play house' with a non-existent wife?"
"Of course! She only thinks I'm married, obviously." Her boss stated, as if that explained it all.
"Obviously." Ami echoed with a dubious look on her face.
Sensing that more of an explanation was required, Zachary expanded: "Well, yeah. Men have to do that nowadays, women get pretty clingy unless they think you have a spare at home. She was getting too serious, so I had to remind her.but you see that's what started this whole thing."
"What?"
"This whole conversation! I left work early because Minako tried to kill herself over our broken date!"
Ami had to admit, if only to herself, that this was almost a viable excuse for leaving work early. Attempted suicide was never to be taken lightly, even if it was done for the most stupid of reasons. A broken date! Women like Minako Starre were just too manipulative.
"I misjudged the situation awfully, she's much more serious about me than even I had thought. I don't know how I'm going to fix it this problem. Obviously it'll take some careful planning. Maybe I can tell her."
Also, apparently, were men like Zachary Anderson. The two deserved each other, Ami decided. It really was a good thing he expressed no interest in her as more than an office assistant.
"Sir. I'm not here to be your relationship consultant. I merely wished to inform you of the state of your office before I departed for the evening. Now that that is done I will take my leave, unless of course, there is anything else?" She gazed up at him through the lens of her glasses, voice and expression stating that if there *were* anything else, it had better be good.
Zach took it for the warning it was; even superb and consummate professionals had limits, and Ami had been pushed beyond hers. "No, Ms. Mizuno, I can't think of anything."
"In that case, I'll take my leave of you, sir. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good evening."
"Thank you, you too."
He watched as she turned on her heel and departed. Her smart, knee-length blue skirt swaying with her hip movement. He smiled slightly as she bent over her desk, obviously grabbing for something, but affording him with a great view of her rear in the process.
The thought that it really was a shame that his assistant was such a snob was briefly pondered, then set aside for the more pressing challenge with Minako.
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There it is! Lemme know what y'all think!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. My cat might. Her flab owns the rest of the globe, so who knows? The copyright might be hidden in there somewhere. But I'm certainly not looking for it.
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Ami Mizuno pushed the bangs out of her face and sighed the sigh of the completely put-upon. Squinching her eyes shut, she turned away from the object of her frustration, and, forcibly tamping down her anger, muttered, "*Mr*. Anderson, you simply *cannot* keep disappearing like this. You have patients to attend to and a very full schedule of meetings! You're shenanigans have caused thirty-nine inconvenienced patients, 160 reschedules, and the loss of 29 of your most reliable customers. Not to mention causing me a horrible headache. Honestly, sir, if you intend to keep this up, I don't know how I'll manage. I don't even know how I managed today."
Dr. Zachary Anderson, psychiatrist extraodinaire, stared at his pretty little assistant and wondered just exactly where all her issues came from. She certainly was a case for the books. Such a shame. She was rather pretty too, if only she would loosen up a bit.
"Mr. Anderson, are you listening to me?"
Zachary shook himself out of his reverie and once more focused on his- rather distraught-companion.
"Of course I am Ms. Mizuno. And I understand why you're so upset. I have been awful hard on you haven't I, disappearing so? But it's only because I have such faith in you that I feel I can leave the office business to you when I am in dire need of a break. And you managed, didn't you?" At her tired nod, he continued quickly, before she could get another chance to protest. "So you see, there's nothing to worry about. I promise it won't happen any more this week. It was just that Minako has been so distressed lately, and when she called, I couldn't refuse her, could I?"
Ami tried, rather unsuccessfully, not to roll her eyes. That name again. Minako. Apparently, when the pretty blonde model snapped her fingers, the whole world came running. And Zachary seemed to arrive the fastest. "What catastrophe was it this time Dr. Anderson? Or do I dare to ask?"
Zachary, rather incorrectly, assumed this meant she was relenting and began to expound with drama his poor, innocent, darling Minako's tail of woe. "You see last night I broke a date with her. Told her that my wife was home and so I needed to stay in and play house. This, of course, upset my darling so much that she." He finally yielded to the incredulous stare that his efficient employee was giving him. "What?"
Ami blinked. "Sir, you're not married."
Zachary blinked. "So?"
Ami felt the headache she'd been fighting with drugs all day come pounding back with a vengeance. Just where exactly did this man come from? She'd been working for him for three years and was still as of yet unable to understand him in the least. He was brilliant, not even she could deny that, but he never seemed to take his job (or her, for that matter) seriously. What a waste. "Sir, you broke a date with your girlfriend of sixteen months to stay home and 'play house' with a non-existent wife?"
"Of course! She only thinks I'm married, obviously." Her boss stated, as if that explained it all.
"Obviously." Ami echoed with a dubious look on her face.
Sensing that more of an explanation was required, Zachary expanded: "Well, yeah. Men have to do that nowadays, women get pretty clingy unless they think you have a spare at home. She was getting too serious, so I had to remind her.but you see that's what started this whole thing."
"What?"
"This whole conversation! I left work early because Minako tried to kill herself over our broken date!"
Ami had to admit, if only to herself, that this was almost a viable excuse for leaving work early. Attempted suicide was never to be taken lightly, even if it was done for the most stupid of reasons. A broken date! Women like Minako Starre were just too manipulative.
"I misjudged the situation awfully, she's much more serious about me than even I had thought. I don't know how I'm going to fix it this problem. Obviously it'll take some careful planning. Maybe I can tell her."
Also, apparently, were men like Zachary Anderson. The two deserved each other, Ami decided. It really was a good thing he expressed no interest in her as more than an office assistant.
"Sir. I'm not here to be your relationship consultant. I merely wished to inform you of the state of your office before I departed for the evening. Now that that is done I will take my leave, unless of course, there is anything else?" She gazed up at him through the lens of her glasses, voice and expression stating that if there *were* anything else, it had better be good.
Zach took it for the warning it was; even superb and consummate professionals had limits, and Ami had been pushed beyond hers. "No, Ms. Mizuno, I can't think of anything."
"In that case, I'll take my leave of you, sir. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good evening."
"Thank you, you too."
He watched as she turned on her heel and departed. Her smart, knee-length blue skirt swaying with her hip movement. He smiled slightly as she bent over her desk, obviously grabbing for something, but affording him with a great view of her rear in the process.
The thought that it really was a shame that his assistant was such a snob was briefly pondered, then set aside for the more pressing challenge with Minako.
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There it is! Lemme know what y'all think!