A Silly Test
by Tjsmklvr
Rating: G
Setting: Post Fourth Season
Summary: It's just a test. It doesn't mean anything, right?
“A-man-da! Let me see!” He reached around her, grasping at the loose-leaf papers she held outstretched in her hand.
“What does it matter, Lee? It’s just a silly test.”
“Didn’t score too well, huh?” He released his hold on her. No sense in making her feel bad for scoring lower than he did. “Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t mean a thing. Some people just don’t test well. I know you’re smart.”
“Thank you, Sweetheart. But, I never said I didn’t score well.”
His brow jumped at her last statement. “What did you get?”
“Like you said, it doesn’t mean a thing.” She crumpled the papers tightly in her hands and tossed them into the wastebasket as she sauntered into the kitchen. “I’m going to start dinner.”
It was killing him. Lee grabbed the wastebasket and rifled through it, snagging the ball of papers and muttering absently. “Yeah . . . okay.” Lee waited until she was out of sight before getting down to business. He cringed as they crinkled loudly when he smoothed them out on his lap. Glancing up to be sure she was distracted in the kitchen, he returned to his search. His face flushed when he came to the bottom of the last page. “142!”
Amanda peeked her head into the room. “Lee, did you say something?”
“A-man-da! You got 142!”
“You looked?” She asked indignantly. He shrugged his shoulders and tried to look ashamed. “I can’t believe you dug that out of the trash just to see my score! And why do you sound so surprised, Stetson? What did you score?”
He wadded it in his fist and tossed it into the wastebasket behind him. Ignoring her penetrating glare, he gave her his most charming smile. “It doesn’t matter. It’s just a stupid test!”
The End
Setting: Post Fourth Season
Summary: It's just a test. It doesn't mean anything, right?
“A-man-da! Let me see!” He reached around her, grasping at the loose-leaf papers she held outstretched in her hand.
“What does it matter, Lee? It’s just a silly test.”
“Didn’t score too well, huh?” He released his hold on her. No sense in making her feel bad for scoring lower than he did. “Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t mean a thing. Some people just don’t test well. I know you’re smart.”
“Thank you, Sweetheart. But, I never said I didn’t score well.”
His brow jumped at her last statement. “What did you get?”
“Like you said, it doesn’t mean a thing.” She crumpled the papers tightly in her hands and tossed them into the wastebasket as she sauntered into the kitchen. “I’m going to start dinner.”
It was killing him. Lee grabbed the wastebasket and rifled through it, snagging the ball of papers and muttering absently. “Yeah . . . okay.” Lee waited until she was out of sight before getting down to business. He cringed as they crinkled loudly when he smoothed them out on his lap. Glancing up to be sure she was distracted in the kitchen, he returned to his search. His face flushed when he came to the bottom of the last page. “142!”
Amanda peeked her head into the room. “Lee, did you say something?”
“A-man-da! You got 142!”
“You looked?” She asked indignantly. He shrugged his shoulders and tried to look ashamed. “I can’t believe you dug that out of the trash just to see my score! And why do you sound so surprised, Stetson? What did you score?”
He wadded it in his fist and tossed it into the wastebasket behind him. Ignoring her penetrating glare, he gave her his most charming smile. “It doesn’t matter. It’s just a stupid test!”
The End