I have another HC that Doc would leave little happy notes to the Reds, Blues, and Freelancers to make their days brighter. He signs them off as 'Anon' or ' Anonymous', even though everyone knows that it's him.
“This is the third one this week.”
“Relax, Grif. You know how much Caboose and Donut love them. It’s not doing any harm.”
“That’s precisely my point, Tucker. It may not be doing them any harm, but it’s definitely harming me. Do you know how annoying it is to go to grab a bag of snacks only to come face-to-face with a cheesy quote?” Grif waved his chip bag in emphasis, yanking off a sticky note to read. “Like seriously, who thinks ‘You’re beautiful inside and out, as a medic I can confirm this!’ is uplifting? It’s just plain creepy if you ask me.”
Tucker rolled his eyes, “alright, so not all of them are the best. Who cares? All that matters is he’s content and so is Caboose. You know how hard the events with Church hit Caboose.”
Grif heaved a sigh, “okay, but he needs to at least tone it down. You can agree that the amount of notes is a little overkill.”
“Whatever you say, Grif.” Tucker opened a cupboard and a note fell out.
Grif shook his head, “speak of the devil.”
Tucker ignored him as he began to read, “‘your eyes are like the sea, maybe that’s why they’re beautiful and you can ‘sea’ so clearly’. Oh my God. He’s as bad as you.”
Grif burst into laughter, “oh ho ho, that one’s the best yet! I’m going to have to compliment Doc on that one.”
Tucker pocketed the note regardless. He picked up his coffee, eyeing it to see if he should add more sugar.
Grif leaned back in his chair, popping a chip into his mouth. “They’re so stupid, I don’t know why they’re so ba-a-a-dass, am I right Tucker?”
“What?” Tucker lowered the coffee, “you were just saying-”
“That they were amazing, isn’t that right, Tucker?”
Tucker turned around in disbelief, his eyes shooting to Grif, then to the doorway where Simmons was waving notes excitedly.
“Grif, take a look at these! Doc dropped them off this morning, aren’t they great?” Simmons beamed from ear to ear, sliding into the chair next to Grif. “They compliment my excellent technical skills quite accurately, even for an anonymous admirer.”
“Hey, yeah, these are great, Simmons.” Grif took a note, giving the other man a wide grin after he read it.
“You guys gonna share or..?” Tucker sipped his coffee, frowning. It was still too dark. He turned back around and rooted through the cupboard for sugar packets.
“Well, they’re basically math jokes, but if you’d like to hear them-”
Tucker snorted and made a face, “ugh, no offense Simmons, but I don’t do nerd jokes.”
“Yeah, yeah, we didn’t think so,” Grif waved him off, peering at another note in Simmon’s hand.
“Finally, I thought we were out!” Tucker pulled out the packet, pulling the sticky note off. “‘Hey sugar you’re pretty sweet’, okay, I should definitely use that one.”
“If you use that on my sister, I think she’ll laugh you out of the room.” Grif snorted, casually placing an arm around the back of Simmon’s chair.
“Not if I find a clever way of giving her this note,” Tucker waved it triumphantly, stirring his sugar into the coffee. A sip confirmed it had achieved perfect sweetness.
Sometimes everyone needed a little happy note.
