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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Horatio/Archie
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Challenge from commodorified.
Summary: A letter from Edrington.
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Horatio flopped into his hammock. Then, as per usual procedure, he muttered once about the irritations of making do with hand-me-downs, kicked twice at the too-short end, and rearranged himself three times before settling into a position. “You know, I’m not quite sure which I find more offensive—that our dear Major’s had the audacity and rudeness to request only your presence when we’re both in town, or that he thinks we don’t rate a fresh sheet of paper.”
“Oh, I doubt the first was intentional. After all, Pellew usually drags you around the Admiralty offices for the first day so you’re unavailable.” Archie flattened the much-abused paper against the porthole and attempted to make out the half-erased name. There was a ‘s’ and an ‘ar’, and that first bit looked like ‘Captain’…no other ships were in port, but there was the army regiment in town. “But yes, while thrift is commendable, there should be certain limits…’ratio? I think we could use some refresher exercises on our marksmanship, and I think I know just the man for it.”
It didn’t take long for Horatio’s sense of injury to win out over his innate integrity; Edrington had that effect on people. “Archie, you’re a cruel, cruel man. Let me get some fresh flints. And some oil for the, er, rifles.”
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