ATF Universe
Kitchen Disaster

by Lyn

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Vin sighed as he rinsed the last pan in the sink and stacked it in the drainer with the others. Both Buck and JD had come down with a nasty bug and many chores in the CDC had been left undone for the better part of a week, if not before that. Neither one of the room mates was known for their domestic abilities, hence the nickname for the apartment.

That Saturday morning the other five members of ATF Team 7 had descended on the apartment, moved the two sickies out to the deck, covered in quilts, for some fresh air and began to dig the apartment out.

Vin had been delegated the kitchen, Chris had taken Buck's room, Nathan JD's room and Josiah the living room and trash hauling. The bathrooms would be done by whoever finished first. After many futile attempts to get Ezra into the "menial labor" needed, they had sent him to do a couple loads of laundry in the basement facilities, then out for extra cleaning supplies and to restock the CDC's pantry and refrigerator.

Vin had used up two tankfuls of hot water doing dishes, spending the reheating time drying dishes, sweeping and mopping the floor and cleaning off counters, appliances and the table. But he was finally done, every last dish and pan. Or so he thought.

Vin released the last sink full of water and wiped the counter around the sink with a towel before turning to grab a beer from the fridge. The sight that met his eyes caused him to groan and slump to the floor, beer forgotten.

Sitting on his recently clean...and empty...table were stacks of bowls, cups, glasses and plates. While the water had been running on the last batch of dishes, the other three members of the cleaning crew had quietly stacked the table with the dishes unearthed in the rooms they were cleaning.

He stared at the table for a time, then at his prune-like hands. Slowly gaining his feet, he began rinsing the new stash and filling the other side of the sink in hot soapy water. Josiah passed the kitchen door as Vin started washing and overheard the sharpshooter muttering "I'm gettin' the sons a bitches a dishwasher fer Christmas!"

The End


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