BEHIND THE SCENES
with PROFESSOR PEARL
Tape #001: Yadda, Yadda, Yoga
[Posted 3.15.08]
“
She turned, smirking at
Agent K, who casually ate another slice of pizza beside her. The pizza K had found set aside in one of the
training rooms. A pizza she knew Nick had gotten for himself because she’d even
been offered a slice for when it got there. He‘d lose it the moment he realized
it was gone. But, Nick was busy at the
moment, so
She glanced at the
clock.
“I never said I didn’t
find it amusing.”
“Riiiight.”
In their vision, on one of the many sets of
computer screens, they were watching Carter roam the agency. Typically, her system monitored missions
outside of the building, but of course she knew how to tap into the security
feed typically monitored by Grasshopper.
Nick was bent over in the gym, his rather round behind in the air
for all to see as he tried to perform…yoga, of all things. Mr. Lancybassy was right beside him, trying
to show him the basic movements and getting nothing more than pure enjoyment at
the other blonde’s attempts, horrible as they may be.
“Okay, Nicky! Now just keep
bending… yes, now don’t you just feel your aura expanding?” the agent’s
secretary asked with a wide grin, pleased with himself.
No, he did not, blah blah blah. It was a bunch
of crap, he decided then. “The only
thing I feel is my ass getting sore!”
“Okay, now rise slowly.”
“My head’s down between my legs, and I can see my own ass upside
down, and all you say is fucking rise slowly?!”
“Yes, this will help you tune into a channel of inner peace.”
“Knew I shoulda gone sky diving with Agent Jay. Stupid fucking hiatus!”
His lips pursed as his hands went to his hips. Cute as he was, Nick Carter sure knew how to
be difficult. His pale green eyes
attempted to glare down at the current pupil before him. “Nicky, if you’re not gonna cooperate and
take it seriously, it won’t even work!”
“Ow! Fuck-shi-damnit! Shitballs!” he yelled as he tried to rise
back up and it didn’t work the way he had in mind. With his arms wrapped around his legs, hands
resting upon the ground, his head was positioned there as well. So when trying to rise, he was too eager to
do so after he tried, his head rose, hit himself between his own legs. This whole amusing affair (especially to
Lancy) caused Nick to finally lose his balance, tumbling on the floor.
At least Lancy knew the boy could be flexible – a handy piece of
information, really. Of course, as soon
as this thought passed through his head, one of Nick’s flailing awkward legs
caught his, causing the secretary’s fit body to tumble on top of him.
Lancy couldn’t help but grin.
“Wow, so here we are!”
Nick blinked, and moved as quickly as he could out from under
Lancy. He was nice and all,
but…yeah. It was then that his stomach
grumbled, giving him the perfect excuse to go find the precious he had
forgotten should be waiting for him right now.
“I’m gonna go… get my food.”
He bolted away as fast as he could.
The two were snickering
loudly at the scene before them. This stuff was better than cable sometimes,
truly it was.
The older man nodded,
folded up the box, and quickly left the large laboratory. The young woman’s attention went back to her
monitors just to see Nick get furious over the loss of the pizza that had just
escaped her offices. She put the last
bite in her mouth and, with a chuckle, went to wash her hands before working
again.
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