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kinkfestTitle: Hidden Treasure
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gisho
Wordcount: ~1100
Rating: PG
Warning: Mild mutilation of two beloved childhood classics
Prompt: Where's Waldo?/Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego, Waldo/Carmen: hide and seek - "I know of a place where they will never find us.
A/N: I never watched Care Bears as a child, so I could laugh at Care Bare BDSM without interference. I did, however, read the books, and play the computer games and watch one of he TV shows, so this came out suprisingly cute and non-twisted. Sorry.
"Ma'am, why exactly did you bring me here?"
"Because I wanted to ask you some questions. Stop struggling, would you?"
"Look, the handcuffs are a bit much - "
"Well, you would have made your escape by now if I hadn't."
The man in the striped hat looked aggrieved. Far overhead, a seagull flapped in throught a broken window and landed on one of the dusty beams. The woman in the red trenchcoat leaned back and folded her arms. "There," she declared. "No crowd for you to lose yourself in, your backpack is twenty feet away, and we will not be interrupted."
"Oh, is this one of the places you store your famous heists?" The man brightened up. "You still have last year's Oscar collection, don't you? Could I see? I've always loved the movies."
"Mmmmaybe. If you answer all my questions. Look, I've seen you a dozen places now. You're brilliant at blending into a crowd, and you get from place to place faster than should be possible. And you're always taking pictures."
"So you've stolen me? Seems a bit downmarket for the infamous Carmen Sandiego. I'm nobody important, ma'am. Just a tourist."
"You intruige me."
"Do I." The man thoughtfully rattled the cuffs and shifted in his chair. "You want to know the absolute truth?"
The woman grinned slowly. "I believe I do."
*
She caught him by the shoulder in the middle of the throng of tourists outside the Winter Olympics opening ceremonies. The rain was a steady drizzling mist; he wore a clear poncho over the inevitable striped sweater. He turned, looke suprised for a second, then smiled. "Oh, hello! You're here for the torch?"
"Of course. But I thought I should say hello."
"Why, thank you." It was as if she'd never kidnapped him; he looked genuinely happy.
They fought they way over to a covered hot dog stand; she paid, since she was still flush from her last ransom. He got horseradish and mustard both. She raised an eyebrow, and he shrugged. "S'good this way. You should try it." They munched contentedly for a while as the crowd milled about, and finally she sighed and took his hand over the table. "Mmm. So, should I be photographing the torch tonight, or can it wait until tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow's fine." She frowned at her gloves; there was a bit of mustard on them. "Say, would you mind being kidnapped again for the evening? Dee Cryption was supposed to meet me, but she's caught a virus. We could go back to the hotel later, watch the fireworks from the balcony ... enjoy my ill-gotten gains ... "
"That could be quite enjoyable." He thought about it for a bit. "This isn't just a ploy to get my magic walking stick, is it?"
"Oh, not that one." She smiled. She was wearing red lipstick, matching her trenchcoat, and he suddenly blushed.
"I have a girlfriend, you know. Or would, if I could find her. Her name's Wanda."
"Doesn't she have a cell phone?"
"She keeps losing it."
"Of course." She sighed. "Well, come anyway. I know when something isn't mine, even if I want it."
*
Venice, three months later. The Bridge of Sighs had recently vanished in the night, to great consternation. She found him taking pictures of the spot and pulled him away for a coffee, and to her utter suprise he leaned up and kissed her.
"What was that for?" She laughed and tilted her fedora back. "I thought you had a girlfriend."
"She left me to find herself. I told her to look under the sofa cushions, that's where I usually am when I go looking. You know, ACME's out in force. My hotel's on the other side of town, though, and they havn't asked me any questions. Too many tourists, not enough time."
It was a very nice hotel, even if the lobby was choked with the residue of two conventions, one for veterinarians (half of whom seemed to have brought their favorite patients) and one for historical reenactment societies. On their way to the back stairs they were nearly run down by a man in full musketeer regalia carrying a Shi Tzu. The elevator was empty, though. It was one of the kind with mirrored sides to give the illusion of space; the result was that there were hundreds of copies of them, all exactly alike, kissing each other in a hundred corners spreading out to infinity.
*
The crown of the Statue of Liberty was Carmen's favorite place to watch a summer sunrise from, and now it had the added challenge of eluding all the security to get there. Thankfully, the security here she could elude in her sleep. It wouldn't be too much of a challenge to steal, but really, what was the point, aside from the rather clever puns she could make and that the newspapers would doubtless join in with? Well, maybe she should, after all. Ruffle everyone's feathers.
She was a little suprised to hear footsteps behind her, and spun around with her gun out before he set down the walking stick with a deliberate thump. "Oh," she muttered, deflating a little. "It's you. How did you get here?"
"Just clicked my heels together three times and wished. Aren't you even a little happy to see me?"
"Well, I - mmm - thought you were an FBI agent for a second."
He chuckled against her shoulder. "Oh, so ACME's given up?"
"They're all halfway around the globe. They have no idea. I should really go; they'll work out I'm in New York in a few days at the outside."
"Want to see my hideout?"
"Since when do you have a hideout?"
"Since I decided I needed a break from the crowds once in a while. I found this cave with the most incredible view. It's got a generator now, and you can pick up sattelite internet, so you can keep up with your minions."
She smirked. "You know, a man of your talents is wasted as a tourist. Sure you don't want to join V.I.L.E.?"
"Absolutely. I'd make an utter mess of actual larceny. They won't be mad if I kidnap their leader for a few days, will they?"
"Not as long as I email them first. Kidnap away."
He shifted until he could swing her up in his arms, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and smirked, tilting her head to keep the fedora out of the way. "I'm so glad you found me," he whispered, bald sincerity in his voice. "Come on, let's see what else we can find."
Author:
gishoWordcount: ~1100
Rating: PG
Warning: Mild mutilation of two beloved childhood classics
Prompt: Where's Waldo?/Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego, Waldo/Carmen: hide and seek - "I know of a place where they will never find us.
A/N: I never watched Care Bears as a child, so I could laugh at Care Bare BDSM without interference. I did, however, read the books, and play the computer games and watch one of he TV shows, so this came out suprisingly cute and non-twisted. Sorry.
"Ma'am, why exactly did you bring me here?"
"Because I wanted to ask you some questions. Stop struggling, would you?"
"Look, the handcuffs are a bit much - "
"Well, you would have made your escape by now if I hadn't."
The man in the striped hat looked aggrieved. Far overhead, a seagull flapped in throught a broken window and landed on one of the dusty beams. The woman in the red trenchcoat leaned back and folded her arms. "There," she declared. "No crowd for you to lose yourself in, your backpack is twenty feet away, and we will not be interrupted."
"Oh, is this one of the places you store your famous heists?" The man brightened up. "You still have last year's Oscar collection, don't you? Could I see? I've always loved the movies."
"Mmmmaybe. If you answer all my questions. Look, I've seen you a dozen places now. You're brilliant at blending into a crowd, and you get from place to place faster than should be possible. And you're always taking pictures."
"So you've stolen me? Seems a bit downmarket for the infamous Carmen Sandiego. I'm nobody important, ma'am. Just a tourist."
"You intruige me."
"Do I." The man thoughtfully rattled the cuffs and shifted in his chair. "You want to know the absolute truth?"
The woman grinned slowly. "I believe I do."
*
She caught him by the shoulder in the middle of the throng of tourists outside the Winter Olympics opening ceremonies. The rain was a steady drizzling mist; he wore a clear poncho over the inevitable striped sweater. He turned, looke suprised for a second, then smiled. "Oh, hello! You're here for the torch?"
"Of course. But I thought I should say hello."
"Why, thank you." It was as if she'd never kidnapped him; he looked genuinely happy.
They fought they way over to a covered hot dog stand; she paid, since she was still flush from her last ransom. He got horseradish and mustard both. She raised an eyebrow, and he shrugged. "S'good this way. You should try it." They munched contentedly for a while as the crowd milled about, and finally she sighed and took his hand over the table. "Mmm. So, should I be photographing the torch tonight, or can it wait until tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow's fine." She frowned at her gloves; there was a bit of mustard on them. "Say, would you mind being kidnapped again for the evening? Dee Cryption was supposed to meet me, but she's caught a virus. We could go back to the hotel later, watch the fireworks from the balcony ... enjoy my ill-gotten gains ... "
"That could be quite enjoyable." He thought about it for a bit. "This isn't just a ploy to get my magic walking stick, is it?"
"Oh, not that one." She smiled. She was wearing red lipstick, matching her trenchcoat, and he suddenly blushed.
"I have a girlfriend, you know. Or would, if I could find her. Her name's Wanda."
"Doesn't she have a cell phone?"
"She keeps losing it."
"Of course." She sighed. "Well, come anyway. I know when something isn't mine, even if I want it."
*
Venice, three months later. The Bridge of Sighs had recently vanished in the night, to great consternation. She found him taking pictures of the spot and pulled him away for a coffee, and to her utter suprise he leaned up and kissed her.
"What was that for?" She laughed and tilted her fedora back. "I thought you had a girlfriend."
"She left me to find herself. I told her to look under the sofa cushions, that's where I usually am when I go looking. You know, ACME's out in force. My hotel's on the other side of town, though, and they havn't asked me any questions. Too many tourists, not enough time."
It was a very nice hotel, even if the lobby was choked with the residue of two conventions, one for veterinarians (half of whom seemed to have brought their favorite patients) and one for historical reenactment societies. On their way to the back stairs they were nearly run down by a man in full musketeer regalia carrying a Shi Tzu. The elevator was empty, though. It was one of the kind with mirrored sides to give the illusion of space; the result was that there were hundreds of copies of them, all exactly alike, kissing each other in a hundred corners spreading out to infinity.
*
The crown of the Statue of Liberty was Carmen's favorite place to watch a summer sunrise from, and now it had the added challenge of eluding all the security to get there. Thankfully, the security here she could elude in her sleep. It wouldn't be too much of a challenge to steal, but really, what was the point, aside from the rather clever puns she could make and that the newspapers would doubtless join in with? Well, maybe she should, after all. Ruffle everyone's feathers.
She was a little suprised to hear footsteps behind her, and spun around with her gun out before he set down the walking stick with a deliberate thump. "Oh," she muttered, deflating a little. "It's you. How did you get here?"
"Just clicked my heels together three times and wished. Aren't you even a little happy to see me?"
"Well, I - mmm - thought you were an FBI agent for a second."
He chuckled against her shoulder. "Oh, so ACME's given up?"
"They're all halfway around the globe. They have no idea. I should really go; they'll work out I'm in New York in a few days at the outside."
"Want to see my hideout?"
"Since when do you have a hideout?"
"Since I decided I needed a break from the crowds once in a while. I found this cave with the most incredible view. It's got a generator now, and you can pick up sattelite internet, so you can keep up with your minions."
She smirked. "You know, a man of your talents is wasted as a tourist. Sure you don't want to join V.I.L.E.?"
"Absolutely. I'd make an utter mess of actual larceny. They won't be mad if I kidnap their leader for a few days, will they?"
"Not as long as I email them first. Kidnap away."
He shifted until he could swing her up in his arms, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and smirked, tilting her head to keep the fedora out of the way. "I'm so glad you found me," he whispered, bald sincerity in his voice. "Come on, let's see what else we can find."
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Date: 2008-06-06 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-06 03:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-06 04:03 pm (UTC)I have a girlfriend, you know. Or would, if I could find her.
She left me to find herself.
Oh gahh! :D I cackled. Absolutely hilarious.
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Date: 2008-06-07 02:09 am (UTC)My friend went to AnimeNorth con AND OBVIOUSLY THESE TWO MADE A STOP THERE WHILE THEY WERE DATING
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Date: 2008-06-07 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-09 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-06 04:23 pm (UTC)So much of the story is just great, but this has to be my favorite line:
"On their way to the back stairs they were nearly run down by a man in full musketeer regalia carrying a Shi Tzu."
That and the line about looking under the couch cushions for one's self.
You managed to catch both stories really well and weave them together so that not only do they fit, but look like they should never be apart. This earned lots of giggles and 'daws' from me.
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Date: 2008-06-07 07:28 pm (UTC)Getting run over by a man in full Musketeer regalia carrying a Shi Tzu is just the sort of thing that happens to Waldo all the time, so why should Carmen be immune?
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Date: 2008-06-06 04:39 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2008-06-06 05:43 pm (UTC)I really liked that you managed to combine the Waldo and Carmen worlds so well... the way they get lost, and the sort of things she steals. The flavor of the fic was perfect :3
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Date: 2008-06-07 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-07 03:46 am (UTC)The sort of blase attitude about everything, and kidnapping each other = ♥. Sorry, I can't seem to stop with the hearts this evening. They're just sort of spilling out everywhere.
Of course, this story is absolutely worth them! ♥
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Date: 2008-06-14 10:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-11 10:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-26 07:48 pm (UTC)"Look, the handcuffs are a bit much - "
Kinky!
"You still have last year's Oscar collection, don't you? Could I see? I've always loved the movies."
I love how Waldo is completely unintimidated.
"So you've stolen me? Seems a bit downmarket for the infamous Carmen Sandiego. I'm nobody important, ma'am. Just a tourist."
Aw, but Waldo's so stealable...
"Say, would you mind being kidnapped again for the evening? Dee Cryption was supposed to meet me, but she's caught a virus. We could go back to the hotel later, watch the fireworks from the balcony ... enjoy my ill-gotten gains ... "
Punny.
"This isn't just a ploy to get my magic walking stick, is it?"
"Oh, not that one."
*snicker*
"I have a girlfriend, you know. Or would, if I could find her. Her name's Wanda."
Hee. Poor Waldo.
"She left me to find herself. I told her to look under the sofa cushions, that's where I usually am when I go looking."
This is pretty much equal mix of "aww" and "lol".
It was a very nice hotel, even if the lobby was choked with the residue of two conventions, one for veterinarians (half of whom seemed to have brought their favorite patients) and one for historical reenactment societies. On their way to the back stairs they were nearly run down by a man in full musketeer regalia carrying a Shi Tzu.
As someone else commented, this is such a perfectly Waldo's-world thing to happen.
Love the sweetness and the wryness and the delightful chemistry.
And this is the point where I invite you to crosspost/link to this at