Breakfast of Champions

By Priestess123

Note: Wyoming is such an interesting guy, partly because we haven't seen much him! York is also an interesting guy. Inspired by the prompt, 'York and Wyoming eat breakfast together'. It really didn't come out like I first envisioned. But I think I goes nicely.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I just want to write about them. I don't ever intend to profit from them. Read and Enjoy! Comment if so moved. Thanks for looking!

'Oh, great,' York thought stepping into the mess hall with his tray. In front of him munching away on a bowl of cereal sat Wyoming. York sighed. While he didn't hate Wyoming, he really felt like he didn't know his teammate at all. Wyoming was a silent guy. Not silent the way Maine was silent, but silent in the fact he never laughed at York's jokes. If they were on a mission, eating in the mess hall, hanging out in the rec room, York couldn't get anything from him! And York was a funny guy! Even Carolina laughed at him. Sometimes Maine would even snort or grunt in recognition of his coolness. Why wouldn't he? Shrugging it off as a bruised ego talking York put on a cheery smile and walked over to the table.

"Hey Wyoming, how's it going this morning?" he asked as he sat down across from him. Wyoming blinked and focused. It was right then he noticed York sitting there with a stupid forced grin on his face.

'Oh wonderful,' he thought to himself. And somewhere in the recesses of his mind Gamma chuckled. Wyoming was conversing with Gamma when York walked in and hadn't heard him come up at all. It wasn't that Wyoming hated York, in fact, he found the boy quite charming. It was the fact the kid just tried too hard. Always trying to make people laugh. Plus, the guy didn't even appreciate Wyoming's knock-knock jokes. Shrugging nonchalantly Wyoming put down his spoon and leaned back in his seat.

"Oh I suppose it's going, old chap," he replied lightly. "Are you ready for the next mission? Heard it was going to be quite an exciting time."

York laughed. "You know, you'd think after all this time, I'd be ready, but in all honesty, I never am, until right just before they throw us out of the pelican." He said with a slow wave of his fork.

"Ah yes, our lovely pelican." Wyoming placed his chin in his hands. "I do believe our dear pilot has a sadistic way of helping us. I think she rather enjoys flinging us out of it going Mach 3!" he said a bit wistfully.

York's fork paused half-way to his mouth. Did Wyoming just a make funny? "Did you just tell a joke, man?" he asked suspiciously as Wyoming cracked a cheesy grin.

"Yes, I did. You know," he said leaning forward. "I do have a new knock-knock joke..." he added with a bit more gusto.

York held up his hands and stopped him. "That's okay, man, I know you're working hard on them. But, you've got terrible timing!"

"I suppose I do," Wyoming agreed a thinking it over. "Bollocks." Both men laughed and finished their breakfast in comfortable silence.