Root/Shaw + miss congeniality au
Shaw glowers into the mirror before her as she mutters, “I am ten seconds away from killing the next person that touches me.”
“Oh, come on, sweetie,” Root’s gleeful voice sings in her ears. “You’re looking good with all that primping. It really does suit you.”
Shaw doesn’t dignify Root’s compliment with a response and fixes her swimwear to actually cover her ass. “Can you explain to me why you aren’t the one doing this?”
“The Machine asked for you,” Root says cheerfully, her proud tone is relentless, “and she has her reasons.”
Throwing aside the towel, she reaches for the matching cloth to tie around her waist. “Is she trying to starve me? I haven’t had a meal with carbs in five days. How do these people even survive without some damn pizza?”
“Sorry Sameen,” Root affectionately croons, “do it for the mission.”
“The mission can kiss my--”
There’s a tap on Shaw’s shoulder and she grabs for his neck on reflex. The poor sound guy looks terrified in her clutches and she is glad. Someone should pay for starving her. “Sorry, miss,” he coughs out. Shaw realizes she should probably let him go.
“Oh my! I’m sawry, sweetheart,” she responds quickly throwing an embarrassed smile on her face. “I didn’t mean to hurchya.” Her accent comes out strong and easily that the sound guy just looks at her with an apologetic face. “Somethin’ ya need?”
“You’re on in 10,” he informs quickly, learning from his previous mistakes. If he said more than 10 words to her, he was guaranteed a killer glare. He leaves the dressing room quickly.
“I love your accent,” Root chimes in once the sound guy is out of the room. “You should teach me sometime.”
“Before or after, I kill you?” Shaw threatens as she starts walking out of the room. She slips on the sash before she closes the door. Just outside of the stage the rest of the women are flocking, cheerfully speaking to one another about their excitement.
“You can’t kill a judge, that will work against you, and we need you in the finalist group,” Root reminds.
“Oh come on, is our number going to actually make it that far? She’s like a puppy,” Shaw mutters as she makes her way towards the group. She lets out a sigh as she sees Claire Mahoney happily chatting away. “This better be worth it, Root.”
“I can make it worth your while,” Root flirts.
Shaw rolls her eyes and shuts off the comm. Time to get to work.
“Oh there she is!” Claire says with excitement. She is bouncing in her spot reach for Shaw with her sash saying Miss Rhode Island bounces along with her. “Miss Texas!”
“Hey ya’ll! Miss me much?” Shaw returns with same level of enthusiasm.
On the inside, Shaw feels her soul dying.