[Fic] beach day (Wellington Paranormal)
- Fandom: Wellington Paranormal (TV)
- Pairing: Officer Minogue & Officer O'Leary
- Tags: Day At The Beach
- Word-Count: 513
- Status: Complete
- First Published: 2024-05-26
- Disclaimer: I do not own Wellington Paranormal (TV) and make no profit from this—it is solely a hobby for fun, with no financial compensation.
Summary:
"So, as you can see, we're having a beach day today," Officer O'Leary nods to the beach behind her. The fierce wind keeps stealing her hat; she's already had to chase it down twice today. Both times were caught on tape.
Notes:
Written for Small Fandoms Fest - Round 35. Prompt: Wellington Paranormal (tv), any main character, Beach day, or a beach bbq (gen preferred)
Work Text:
"So, as you can see, we're having a beach day today," Officer O'Leary nods to the beach behind her. The fierce wind keeps stealing her hat; she's already had to chase it down twice today. Both times were caught on tape.
"Actually, it was supposed to be a beach barbecue," Officer Minogue interjects, straightening a little.
"Right," O'Leary agrees. "But it didn't work out. Ehm, such things happen sometimes in police work. It's a risk we all accept when he sign on."
"Correct, O'Leary." Officer Minogue nods, slumping a bit. "It's all because the department's been spending too much money on our zombies. You know, getting them the right food and keeping them healthy. Stitching them up when they get hurt, and stuff like that."
"Right, but that's necessary. They're our comrades, regardless of their state of mortality. They've done good police-work and they're really settling into their new roles." O'Leary points toward the zombie cops tied to a sign-post on the beach. It's a warning for riptides. "Look, they're really excited to be here with the rest of us today. I think they've been feeling a bit left out lately. They don't get invited to a lot of stuff now."
"Because they're zombies."
"Right, because of that." Nodding, O'Leary clears her throat. "Uhm, would you guys like to join us?"
Minogue stares at them. "You know, I bet they've got their own beach day planned," he mutters to O'Leary. He side-eyes the camera. "I spotted them listening to us when we were discussing our plans for today. I'm thinking they intend to copy us, you know. Maybe literally. Do you think I would look good if I was a copy of me?"
"They're always listening to us, Minogue," O'Leary starts off in order. "That's their jobs. And if they've got a beach day planned, I'm sure that's going to look great. They're probably not planning to copy us, though." She points toward the dark clouds on the horizon. "I think, in light of our impending previous errors, they might remember to check the weather forecast."
"Learn from our mistakes, I got you." Minogue gives the camera a thumbs up. "Good luck, guys. I'm rooting for you."
"Yep. I am, as well," O'Leary adds, and also gives the camera a thumbs up. She glances back when Parker comes up to her, carrying a large drink in a fake coconut. "Oh sorry," she says, and Parker slumps. "I already have one." She holds up her gigantic coconut. Parker dejectedly stumbles away.
"Poor kid," Minogue says. "You know, I think he may be allergic to coconut."
"I think Parker's allergic to a lot," O'Leary says, and clears her throat. "I don't really remember."
"Me neither. Isn't that funny?" Minogue chuckles and steals O'Leary's coconut while she's distracted. He runs away, screaming in terror as she runs after him. Slowed down by the sand, it doesn't take long for O'Leary to tackle him, the coconut spinning through the air and landing in the sand, liquid seeping out of it.
A sad victim of a vicious felony.