Academy One-shots and Drabbles

Raven's Cooking Disaster

Marc woke that morning to smell of burning rubber. He woke with a start, shooting out of bed in just his boxer briefs and making a beeline for the kitchen. The smell was getting stronger and soon, a plume of black smoke began wafting out of the kitchen.

He stopped near the entrance and grabbed the extinguisher. As he cleared the smoke, he spied Raven standing near the stove with the oven open and a pair of bright yellow oven mits on his hands. His mouth fell open, gobsmacked.

"Raven! What on earth are you making in here?!" He coughed out, waving some of the lingering smoke away. "You nearly caught the whole damn place on fire!"

"Impossible, I knew what I was doing. The fire alarm did not go off, yes?" Raven asked distractedly, as he frowned at the black tar in his hands.

Marc spluttered. "W-well, ye-- what did you do!" He rushed to the fire alarm in the living room and nearly fell over because the entire thing had been taken apart. Including the one in his bedroom! When did that sneaky Russian have the time to even disable it?! It certainly explained why no fire alarm had gone off.

"Raven, I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don't trust your cooking. Stay out of the kitchen." He said wearily, just as the front door opened and Corey came barreling through in nothing but his boxers.

"What happened? Why does it smell like --oh god, you left him unsupervised in the kitchen again." Corey remarked, his face twisting at the sight of the charred oven. "Uh, Marc. Your coffee machine is....well. You know what? I'm gonna go and drown myself in WoW."

Marc's eyes cut to his precious coffee machine and there it was, in all its charred glory. "Raven! Not my baby!" He cried, his mouth hanging open. But surprisingly, the damn Russian was nowhere to be found.