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seekingferretI've let this sit for months, but I see no reason not to post it. Part two of what might be an ongoing thing. The only sort of WIP I'll actually post, the kind where each section is a self-contained unit.
Title: Only a Sun Can Lead a Copernican Revolution (part 2)
Fandom: Back to the Future/ Manhattan Project RPF
Warnings: None
Characters: Leo Szilard, Robert Oppenheimer
"Goddamnit, Leo, one scotch won't kill you. You have so many other vices!" Oppenheimer slams the half-full tumbler onto the table. The ice tinkles merrily.
"Fuck you, Oppie. There are calculations that need to be analyzing. I put the two new kids on it, but I am needed to be there, not here with your bullshit amateurish flirting."
Oppenheimer pauses mid-sip. He lowers the glass back onto the table. "This isn't about sex, Leo. I know how to take a no."
Leo snorts. "Pardon me, Oppie, but you never did. That's why you're in charge of this world-shifting monstrosity. That's why nobody complained when you told us all to pack up our things and move out to Desert Wilderness, USA. We knew you weren't going to take a no."
"Los Alamos isn't so bad..."
"Oppie, you have hiked all over Europe. You're the outdoors-type." Leo isn't sure why he keeps repeating Oppenheimer's name. It's maybe that it makes him seem less like an authority figure and more like the friends they used to be before the war. "Think of someone like me or Teller. We're city boys. We wouldn't never even take a vacation here."
Oppenheimer's voice takes on a plaintive tone. "What do you want from me?"
"I don't want anything from you. I want you to leave me alone and stop hitting on my people." He looks at Oppenheimer with a sort of half-leer. "You're not going to get anything from that McFly, anyway. Straight as an arrow. Try Feynman, though. He seems the type."
"Get the fuck out of here, Leo, before we say things we'll regret in the morning."
"Say hello to your Kitty from me."
Title: Only a Sun Can Lead a Copernican Revolution (part 2)
Fandom: Back to the Future/ Manhattan Project RPF
Warnings: None
Characters: Leo Szilard, Robert Oppenheimer
"Goddamnit, Leo, one scotch won't kill you. You have so many other vices!" Oppenheimer slams the half-full tumbler onto the table. The ice tinkles merrily.
"Fuck you, Oppie. There are calculations that need to be analyzing. I put the two new kids on it, but I am needed to be there, not here with your bullshit amateurish flirting."
Oppenheimer pauses mid-sip. He lowers the glass back onto the table. "This isn't about sex, Leo. I know how to take a no."
Leo snorts. "Pardon me, Oppie, but you never did. That's why you're in charge of this world-shifting monstrosity. That's why nobody complained when you told us all to pack up our things and move out to Desert Wilderness, USA. We knew you weren't going to take a no."
"Los Alamos isn't so bad..."
"Oppie, you have hiked all over Europe. You're the outdoors-type." Leo isn't sure why he keeps repeating Oppenheimer's name. It's maybe that it makes him seem less like an authority figure and more like the friends they used to be before the war. "Think of someone like me or Teller. We're city boys. We wouldn't never even take a vacation here."
Oppenheimer's voice takes on a plaintive tone. "What do you want from me?"
"I don't want anything from you. I want you to leave me alone and stop hitting on my people." He looks at Oppenheimer with a sort of half-leer. "You're not going to get anything from that McFly, anyway. Straight as an arrow. Try Feynman, though. He seems the type."
"Get the fuck out of here, Leo, before we say things we'll regret in the morning."
"Say hello to your Kitty from me."