(FIC) (Millific) "Married Name" (1/1) (G)
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hey35andholdingTitle: Married Name
Parts: 1 of 1
Author: Missy AKA rise_your_dead
Fandom: Burn Notice/Reno911!
Pairing/Characters: Sam Axe, Clementine Johnson; Sam/Clem
Rating/Category: PG; Humor
Spoilers: General Millicanon
Summary: Clementine tries out her possible married name.
Disclaimer: Not mine; belongs to Matt Nix, Fox, USA, Comedy Central, Wendi McClendon-Covey and all of their sundry operating arms.
Notes/Warnings: I couldn’t help myself, really.
Clementine frowned at the looping script sprawled out before her on the table. No matter how many ways you sliced it, this was going to be a problem.
Clementine Axe.
Mrs. Clementine Johnson-Axe
Ms. Clementine Johnson-Axe
Mrs. Samuel Johnson-Axe
Mrs. Ret. Lt. Commander Samuel Johnson-Axe, Esq.
She sat back and glared at the paper hard. No matter which way you sliced it, everything sounded horrible.
Sam poked her shoulder and she flailed. “WHAT?” she gasped out.
“Your beer, milady,” he said sarcastically, sitting directly beside her. “What’s up? Are you doodling?”
“It’s nothing…”
He squinted at the page, raised his head, and gave her an eyebrow. “Sounds like a circumcision gone horribly wrong.”
“You noticed too?” she asked
He sipped his beer and smirked. “Clementine Axe has a nice ring to it, though. Sounds like something you’d use to chop up an orange.”
She moaned and sank against the bar, and he patted her back while wearing a very smug expression.
The End
Parts: 1 of 1
Author: Missy AKA rise_your_dead
Fandom: Burn Notice/Reno911!
Pairing/Characters: Sam Axe, Clementine Johnson; Sam/Clem
Rating/Category: PG; Humor
Spoilers: General Millicanon
Summary: Clementine tries out her possible married name.
Disclaimer: Not mine; belongs to Matt Nix, Fox, USA, Comedy Central, Wendi McClendon-Covey and all of their sundry operating arms.
Notes/Warnings: I couldn’t help myself, really.
Clementine frowned at the looping script sprawled out before her on the table. No matter how many ways you sliced it, this was going to be a problem.
Clementine Axe.
Mrs. Clementine Johnson-Axe
Ms. Clementine Johnson-Axe
Mrs. Samuel Johnson-Axe
Mrs. Ret. Lt. Commander Samuel Johnson-Axe, Esq.
She sat back and glared at the paper hard. No matter which way you sliced it, everything sounded horrible.
Sam poked her shoulder and she flailed. “WHAT?” she gasped out.
“Your beer, milady,” he said sarcastically, sitting directly beside her. “What’s up? Are you doodling?”
“It’s nothing…”
He squinted at the page, raised his head, and gave her an eyebrow. “Sounds like a circumcision gone horribly wrong.”
“You noticed too?” she asked
He sipped his beer and smirked. “Clementine Axe has a nice ring to it, though. Sounds like something you’d use to chop up an orange.”
She moaned and sank against the bar, and he patted her back while wearing a very smug expression.
The End
