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liptonrm_backupI ate my lunch for breakfast and am now snacking on the other half of a huge cinnamon roll the Da purchased. Should be working on new bill groups but have to post this now before I get sidetracked. Here is part two of the insane fic that I have entitled Crazy Adventures in the Multiverse. In this part there's a stand-off and swearing and much threatening use of sidearms. Heather lays the smackdown and Megan and Erin wonder why in the world they woke up at all.
Previous part can be found here.
“This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real.” The sotto voce mantra shocked Erin out of bemusedly gaping at the strange tableau that was playing out a few yards ahead of her. It was strange to see two women, one blonde, the other dark-haired, both stubborn and unyielding as they stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills. The fact that one held a gun on the other didn’t seem to enter into either combatant’s mental equations.
Erin spared a glance for her companion in insanity. Megan seemed to be so caught up in the distant drama that she didn’t even realize she was making any noise at all.
“We should really go over there and do something.” Erin said, her eyes drawn irresistibly back to the matter at hand.
“Yeah.” Megan agreed absently.
“Ummm,” Erin continued when neither of them moved. “We have to do something. Heather’s not going to back down and if that’s really Aeryn Sun then she’s not going to back down either. If we don’t hurry we’re going to end up with Heather fricassee.”
Megan grimaced. “Ugh, that’s a disgusting thought.” She sighed and closed her eyes while tiredly rubbing the bridge of her nose where her glasses habitually settled. “Fine, let’s go.” Without opening her eyes she took the inevitable step forward.
“What are we going to do?” Erin asked as they converged on the dueler’s position more quickly then she thought they would.
“I have no idea. And, since this is all just a nasty, strange little dream it won’t matter very much either way, will it?” Megan replied in a strained voice. Erin gulped and tried to control the butterflies that were starting to stir in her stomach. A part of her disagreed with that statement, said part of her was strangely certain that no matter how weird the situation was it wasn’t actually a dream while, concurrently, a completely different part of her was trying unsuccessfully to beat that part of her into submission.
Before either of them knew it they were standing in front of one of the most frightening things they had ever seen. It was a toss-up as to who was the more terrifying and though there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that the woman in leather could kill them with her little finger, both of them knew Heather well enough to want to run screaming in terror from the stubborn, pissed-off expression on her face. They were in for a world of sarcasm and it wasn’t going to be pretty.
“Can we help you?” Megan squeaked out, praying that her phone-voice would carry her through the upcoming encounter.
Megan nearly doubled over in pain as two pairs of eyes suddenly focused on her with laser-like intensity. She knew that this had been her worst idea ever when she was simultaneously greeted with a brisk, “None of your business.” And a suspicious, “Megan? Erin? What is going on?”
“You know her?” the amazing Aeryn Sun look-alike asked them coldly, taking control of a situation which she had never been in danger of losing it.
“Yeah, we kind of got separated.” Erin replied meekly. She took a step back because between one blink and another the gun had been shoved in her face. She gulped and took another step back.
“Then, you will swiftly compensate me for the money your friend recently stole from me.”
“I did not steal your money.” Was Heather’s glacial reply. “Just because you were stupid enough to lose it doesn’t mean I had anything to do with it.” Megan took a surreptitious step back, hoping to escape before all hell broke lose. She wasn’t fast enough.
“And you two!” Heather rounded on them without a thought for the scary woman with the gun. “What the hell is going on here?! Where are we and how did we get here and why do I suddenly feel like this is all your fault?! One minute I’m sleeping and the next minute I’m in some weird-ass place with strange Amazons pointing guns at my head! And I did not steal your fucking money!” Heather finished with a growl.
There was a moment of complete stillness as Heather and her accuser resumed their staring competition and both Megan and Erin were devoutly wishing that they hadn’t interrupted them after all.
“Aeryn! What’s going on over here?” A male, southern-accented voice called from the other side of the thoroughfare, breaking the tension of the stand-off. Megan gaped and felt a cold panic descend on her. The scary woman really was Aeryn Sun. ‘This is not possible!’ screamed through her mind as she fervently prayed that she wouldn’t vomit again.
Erin wanted to fall through the pavement and down to some other level of whatever cracked-out alien city they were in because standing right there was John Crichton and he looked even better in real life then he had ever looked on her TV screen.
Heather just glared and viciously imagined killing them all.
Previous part can be found here.
“This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real.” The sotto voce mantra shocked Erin out of bemusedly gaping at the strange tableau that was playing out a few yards ahead of her. It was strange to see two women, one blonde, the other dark-haired, both stubborn and unyielding as they stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills. The fact that one held a gun on the other didn’t seem to enter into either combatant’s mental equations.
Erin spared a glance for her companion in insanity. Megan seemed to be so caught up in the distant drama that she didn’t even realize she was making any noise at all.
“We should really go over there and do something.” Erin said, her eyes drawn irresistibly back to the matter at hand.
“Yeah.” Megan agreed absently.
“Ummm,” Erin continued when neither of them moved. “We have to do something. Heather’s not going to back down and if that’s really Aeryn Sun then she’s not going to back down either. If we don’t hurry we’re going to end up with Heather fricassee.”
Megan grimaced. “Ugh, that’s a disgusting thought.” She sighed and closed her eyes while tiredly rubbing the bridge of her nose where her glasses habitually settled. “Fine, let’s go.” Without opening her eyes she took the inevitable step forward.
“What are we going to do?” Erin asked as they converged on the dueler’s position more quickly then she thought they would.
“I have no idea. And, since this is all just a nasty, strange little dream it won’t matter very much either way, will it?” Megan replied in a strained voice. Erin gulped and tried to control the butterflies that were starting to stir in her stomach. A part of her disagreed with that statement, said part of her was strangely certain that no matter how weird the situation was it wasn’t actually a dream while, concurrently, a completely different part of her was trying unsuccessfully to beat that part of her into submission.
Before either of them knew it they were standing in front of one of the most frightening things they had ever seen. It was a toss-up as to who was the more terrifying and though there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that the woman in leather could kill them with her little finger, both of them knew Heather well enough to want to run screaming in terror from the stubborn, pissed-off expression on her face. They were in for a world of sarcasm and it wasn’t going to be pretty.
“Can we help you?” Megan squeaked out, praying that her phone-voice would carry her through the upcoming encounter.
Megan nearly doubled over in pain as two pairs of eyes suddenly focused on her with laser-like intensity. She knew that this had been her worst idea ever when she was simultaneously greeted with a brisk, “None of your business.” And a suspicious, “Megan? Erin? What is going on?”
“You know her?” the amazing Aeryn Sun look-alike asked them coldly, taking control of a situation which she had never been in danger of losing it.
“Yeah, we kind of got separated.” Erin replied meekly. She took a step back because between one blink and another the gun had been shoved in her face. She gulped and took another step back.
“Then, you will swiftly compensate me for the money your friend recently stole from me.”
“I did not steal your money.” Was Heather’s glacial reply. “Just because you were stupid enough to lose it doesn’t mean I had anything to do with it.” Megan took a surreptitious step back, hoping to escape before all hell broke lose. She wasn’t fast enough.
“And you two!” Heather rounded on them without a thought for the scary woman with the gun. “What the hell is going on here?! Where are we and how did we get here and why do I suddenly feel like this is all your fault?! One minute I’m sleeping and the next minute I’m in some weird-ass place with strange Amazons pointing guns at my head! And I did not steal your fucking money!” Heather finished with a growl.
There was a moment of complete stillness as Heather and her accuser resumed their staring competition and both Megan and Erin were devoutly wishing that they hadn’t interrupted them after all.
“Aeryn! What’s going on over here?” A male, southern-accented voice called from the other side of the thoroughfare, breaking the tension of the stand-off. Megan gaped and felt a cold panic descend on her. The scary woman really was Aeryn Sun. ‘This is not possible!’ screamed through her mind as she fervently prayed that she wouldn’t vomit again.
Erin wanted to fall through the pavement and down to some other level of whatever cracked-out alien city they were in because standing right there was John Crichton and he looked even better in real life then he had ever looked on her TV screen.
Heather just glared and viciously imagined killing them all.
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all i have to say...
Date: 2004-07-26 10:51 am (UTC)okay, enough of the exclaimation points...but you rock...i bow down to you :)
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Re: all i have to say...
Date: 2004-07-28 12:15 pm (UTC)And, I'm still working on that 'intimate contact'...
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Date: 2004-07-27 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-28 12:15 pm (UTC)Well of course it's all your fault!
Date: 2004-07-27 02:31 pm (UTC)Re: Well of course it's all your fault!
Date: 2004-07-28 12:18 pm (UTC)I know you don't know jack about Farscape, and that's making the writing process that much more fun. Just trust me on that one;-).
And hey, this story isn't about reality so if I say you could face down Aeryn Sun then you could totally do it!