Office Hours, Friday, 8/14

[tyler_gone]

Right, so the sad thing was that Tyler had been on this merry-go-round called Fandom long enough that when he woke up female, he just figured he was past due for it. The only surprise was that instead of looking like that blonde cheerleader chick, he'd gained wavy chestnut hair and cheekbones to die for.

If he had to be a girl, this didn't suck as a way to look. After fruitlessly trying to reach Tony (Tyler was pretty sure he was sulking, for which Tyler wouldn't blame him), he went for a run, showered, and came to his office to do some work. He had a final to plan whether he had boobs or not.

[Open office, of course!]

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[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I got shot with an arrow." Someone was still bitter.

[tyler_gone]

Understandably.

"How bad?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Through my arm," Tony replied, tapping his bicep. "And then I was trampled by a horse. Nathan is not allowed to pick roadtrips."

[tyler_gone]

Tyler swore softly. "Or else you aren't allowed to leave the island."

He was trying to tell if he could see any damage. He couldn't. "No bees?" he asked, weakly.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Oh no, we had ninjas instead."

[tyler_gone]

"Tony, something is very wrong when the one of us who went nuts had the better week. Months." Tyler eyed Tony. "I don't even think you're kidding."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I'm back and that's all that matters right now," Tony insisted. "And my lab is just the way I left it."

Happy thoughts. Haaappy thoughts.

[tyler_gone]

"As if any of your employees would touch it," Tyler pointed out skeptically.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I was worried I'd be gone for months here as well. Pepper might've had the whole lab packed up and sent back to New York if that was the case."

[tyler_gone]

Tyler's stomach churned, but he didn't let himself think further about that lovely possibility. Or about if Tony would ever want his lab shipped anywhere.

"But you weren't," he answered, a little short. "You got back within the week."

"How's Nathan?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Shot all to hell, but miraculously alive. Hit him for me, will you?"

[tyler_gone]

"Consider it done next time he comes to Fight Club," Tyler said. "... for which I better be normal."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"No girl fights?" Tony was now sad.

[tyler_gone]

"My balance is off. I sparred once as a girl and it bit. Not trying it again." He snorted. "You just wanna see if I pull hair, anyhow."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Are you?"

[tyler_gone]

Tyler gave him a sulky look that shouldn't have been as come-hither as it came out. "Maybe if you ask nicely."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Is that a promise?" Hey, it'd been months.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler grinned. This was easier. "Come back to my place and find out?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"You just want to see if it's the same as last time I was a woman," Tony replied teasingly.

[tyler_gone]

"It won't be exactly the same," Tyler pointed out, looking down at himself.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"There are other things we can do," Tony offered.

[tyler_gone]

"I figured," Tyler said. "I've never been a lesbian before, but ... I have an imagination."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Well, there is that shop in town..."

[tyler_gone]

A hand snaked out to rest on Tony's knee. "Feel like a shopping trip?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"With you? Always."

That was almost romantic.

[tyler_gone]

Hey, Tyler hadn't been thrown over for a geisha. He'd take it.

"As soon as I shut everything down here," he promised, and leaned to kiss her.

They were closer to the same height, as girls.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Tyler was still taller. Jackass that he was. Being in Japan spoiled Tony.

Grabbing Tyler's shirt, he pulled to deepen the kiss.

[tyler_gone]

Annnnnd there Tyler went, kissing back.

"You missed me."

He was totally allowed to be smug.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Oh, shut up and get ready to leave." Yes. Yes he did.