Title: Wicked Weather

Characters/Pairing: Sinead Starling, Evan Tolliver, Ian Kabra, with mentions of Amy Cahill

Summary: "British punk!" "American git!" "Monkey!" "Leprechaun reject!" "QUIET!"

Warning/Spoilers: None

Genre: Humor/Friendship

Word Count: 497

Rating: K

I glanced to my left, sighing as I watched Ian and Evan shouting at each other again.

That's all they ever seemed to do – research, fight, eat, scream, sleep, wake up, bicker, research... Nothing more than a vicious cycle that was really starting to make me dizzy.

"You're such an idiot sometimes, you know that, Ian?" Evan barked angrily.

"Peasant!" Ian shouted, his British accent making him sound even angrier. Or that possibly could have been the fact that he's a Lucian, and therefore is capable of being angrier than a non-Cahill.

"Quiet!" I screamed, marching over to step in between the two boys. "You're giving me a headache!" It was true. My head was pounding, as if someone were pounding on my head with a hammer. "Why don't you try talking about something nice for a change?" I questioned hopefully. "Like the weather?" It wasn't the best suggestion, but it was the first thing I thought of.

"The weather?" Ian asked, shocked. "That's American smalltalk – the kind they do in an elevator to break awkward silences!"

"Well, if you're too good to talk about the weather, maybe you could talk about something you have in common – like Amy," I suggested innocently.

Evan's eyes widened. "Uh, no," he said quickly. "The weather is fine. Just fine."

"Good," I said, marching off to go back to the computer where I had been just moments before. The room's walls were lined with monitors, but I had taken a particular liking to that corner – farther away from Ian and Evan.

I kept an ear open so I could listen in on the two boys' conversation. They were both very intellectual, but I had a feel that the weather would be a bit of a challenge for the two A-plus students.

"So..." Evan started, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck and paying careful attention to look anywhere but Ian. "The weather's been... pretty nice, wouldn't you say?"

Ian rolled his eyes and replied, "Yes, it's been just peachy. The sky has been gray and dark, and the thunder has been rattling the few windows we have in this stupid room. It's been just wonderful."

"Yeah..." Evan shifted his weight uncomfortably and stared down at his shoes for a moment, causing his fiery red hair to flop into his eyes. After a moment, he glanced up with a slightly nervous smile sweeping across his features. "It's been, uh... delightful."

"This is getting us nowhere," Ian grumbled stubbornly. "What does Sinead think this is going to accomplish? Us bonding or something?"

"Your sarcasm isn't appreciated," Evan snipped immaturely.

"Neither is your constant peppiness, but we're both going to have to learn how to survive, now, aren't we?"

"British punk!"

"American git!"

"Monkey!"

"Leprechaun reject!"

I sighed, thinking disappointedly, And I was so close...!