[MiSTed] Heart of Darkness [3/3]
Jamas Enright
<SOL>
<Tom and Crow are in view.>
TOM: So, that circuit working out?
CROW: Never felt better, buddy boy.
TOM: You don't think it's making you... over the top?
<The lighting on the bridge goes dark, but Crow is lit up in a dark red
light>
CROW: Over the top? I don't go..OVER THE TOP!
TOM: Woah, Crow buddy, simmer down.
CROW: I AM NEVER OVER THE TOP! I AM ALWAYS IN COMPLETE CONTROL!
<Crow jumps on Tom, and they fall out of sight.>
<Mike walks back in, and the light sreturn to normal.>
MIKE: Hey, what's up?
<The 'bots rise, Tom puzzled, Crow confident.>
CROW: Just a friendly game of 'bot bump.
<Tom and Mike share looks.>
<Divers alarums>
ALL: WE GOT THE FANFIC SIGN!
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TOM: You know, there's only so many riffs you can do on those headers.
MIKE: But we'll keep trying, right guys?
<No responce from the other two.>
>
> ***
>
> Victoria sat down beside the two drugged figures that lay in the bed.
CROW: Let's see. That'd be Mrs. Vecchio and her daughter. In bed
together. Saayy....
MIKE: Crow, don't go there.
> "So how are we all doing?" she asked them, not expecting a reply.
TOM: And was quite surprised by Mrs. Vecchio suddenly spouting
Shakespeare!
>
> She stared coldly at them for a few minutes, but only thinking about
> Ray. How Ray had taken Ben from her. "I was so close," she whispered
> to herself. "So close..."
CROW: Just another minute would have done...
<Mike thwaps Crow, who turns and bites Mike.>
MIKE: You just got yourself another Time Out.
>
> Sighing, she reached for the telephone and dialed. It rang twice before
> it was picked up. "Everything is set. Yes. At eleven as planned."
> Victoria slowly hung the phone up, knowing that tonight was the most
> crucial part of her plan. "Nothing will stand in my way this time" she
> said with deadly earnest.
MIKE: Well, now you can tell she'll be deafeted. Villains alwyas say
that before they lose.
TOM: Oh, now I'll never be in suspence.
MIKE: If you've been waiting until now, then you should have known better.
>
> ***
>
> Ben glanced uncomfortably over at Ray. "You just don't understand..."
CROW: The fractal nature of reality.
>
> "Don't understand! For crying out loud Fraser. I know you're obsessed
> with Victoria but I swear to god...if she hurts Franny or my Ma, I'll
> kill her. No one will stand in my way...not you, not god."
MIKE: Better recheck who you're calling obsessed, buddy.
> He paused
> to inhale.
<All make huge inhaling noises.>
> "I want the old Fraser to come back and help me but I can
> tell that is not going to happen. You've changed. I've changed. She
> hasn't. Why can't *you* understand it?"
>
> Ben had never been so disappointed with Ray. He decided that he had
> better leave now before he said something he'd regret so he turned on
> his heel and left the house without another word.
<All follow the run-on sentence to the right and fall off their seats.>
>
> ****
>
> Ben sat at his desk at the consulate and tried to concentrate on the
> mound of paper work in front of him but his mind kept wandering.
CROW: So he was his usual mindless self?
> Wandering back to Victoria and Ray and how he fit in between. Now that
> Victoria was back he felt whole again; at peace. Why couldn't Ray
> understand that and be happy for him? Just as he was about to return to
> his work his phone rang.
TOM: If the phone system ever went down, this fanfic would come to a
screeching halt.
<Pause.>
ALL: Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease.
>
> "Constable Benton Fraser speaking" he answered.
>
> "Hello Ben." Came the reply.
>
> "Victoria" the very sound of her voice dissolved all his
CROW: Skin. Ewww.
> worries into
> nothing.
>
> "Would you like to meet for lunch?" she asked already knowing the
> answer.
>
> "I would love to," he said meaning every word, "how about the park?"
MIKE: Neat trick. I'd like to know how to make 'I would love to' mean
'every word'.
>
> "How about your apartment" came the quick reply with a smile in her
> voice.
>
> Ben smiled and said "I'll see you in 15 minutes."
TOM: I get my eyes put in then.
>
> ***
>
> Ray was quietly sitting across from Lt. Welsh, who was pondering what
> had just been said.
CROW: As he wasn't in the last scene, how did Walsh know anything was
said?
> <Am I doing the right thing?> Ray had asked himself
> over and over again. The sound of Welsh's voice brought his thoughts
MIKE: And resold them for a huge profit margin!
> back around.
>
> "Are you *sure* Victoria is back in town?"
>
> "Yes. I saw her with my own two eyes."
CROW: And someone else's three eyes.
>
> Welsh raised his eyebrows slightly as he asked, "And you didn't arrest
> her?"
>
> "I really thought Benny would do the right thing sir and turn her in. I
> was wrong and now my Ma and Franny are missing."
MIKE: That'll teach him to buck police procedure.
>
> Welsh gave a troubled sigh and leaned forward resting his elbows on his
> desk. "I'll put out a bulletin that she's in town but I'm afraid that's
> the best I can do for now."
>
> Ray's lips turned up in a bitter smile knowing Welsh spoke the truth but
> hating him anyway.
CROW: Oh, you hate him. I'm bitter.
> "Thanks," he said not trusting himself to say more.
> He got up to leave but was stopped by Welsh's voice.
>
> "I'm sorry Ray." was all he said and Ray knew that he meant every word.
MIKE: Again with the 'every word' remeaning!
> He nodded sadly and walked out of the office.
>
> ***
>
> Ben ran up the stairs to his apartment with wings on his feet.
TOM: Hey, suddenly he's Hermes.
> When he
> opened his apartment door she was standing there waiting for him. They
> didn't speak, there was nothing to say. They embraced gently at first
> , savoring the taste and smell and feel of the other but their passion
> could not be contained in gentleness. As they fell onto the bed the
> world faded away and there was nothing but their love and hunger for one
> another.
CROW: Unfortunately, their bodies had also faded away so their love and
hunger couldn't do anything.
>
> Hours later Victoria lay against Ben's side and watched his face as he
> slept.
TOM: Victoria's from Minbar!
CROW: Go on, cut off his-
MIKE: Crow!
CROW: Access to her family, I was going to say. Sheesh.
> She reached up and touched his cheek gently and softly got up
> from the bed and began gathering her scattered clothes from the floor.
> She got dressed as quietly as she could but when she turned around she
> found he was watching her with a contented smile on his face.
CROW: He doesn't get out much, does he?
MIKE: I'm thinking 'No ram chips for you,' buddy.
> She
> returned the smile and walked over to the bed and kissed him.
>
> "I have to go," she said as she picked up her bag, "but I'll see you
> tomorrow. I promise."
>
> "I'll look forward to it." He said smiling but his face turned serious
> as she reached the door. "I love you Victoria" he said wishing it was
> tomorrow already.
>
> "I love you too" she said and was gone.
TOM: Amoung her many other skills, Victoria also has the power of
teleportation.
>
> Victoria walked to her motel room and looked at the sleeping forms on
> the bed. Franny was still unconscious but Mrs. Vecchio was starting to
> come around. "Perfect timing" Victoria said as she check her watch.
> By the time she was awake it would be show time and what a show it would
> be.
MIKE: Barney the muscial?
ALL: NOOOO!
>
> Victoria smiled as she started to quickly pack up all of her things.
> Soon after she picked up the phone and dialed the number to Vecchio's
> cellphone. "Ello?" came a curt reply.
>
> "Detective Vecchio?"
>
> There was a short pause. "What do you want Victoria?" asked the weary
> voice.
TOM: Everyone she talks to has a weary voice.
CROW: We're weary of this fanfic.
>
> "Ben," she stated, hatred dripping from her voice. "And you took him
> from me and for that you are going to pay. Now if you ever want to see
> you mother and sister again you are to come directly to the old opera
> house on Hampton Ave. Do not try to get a hold of Ben and come alone."
TOM: So, don't come alone?
MIKE: No, Don't let Ben come alone.
CROW: But Ben already came.
MIKE: CROW!
>
> She hung up as someone knocked on the door. "Just in time," she
> muttered.
>
> ***
>
> Fraser loved her more than anything in the world so why was this so hard
> a decision.
TOM: The black pumps or the red? I just don't know.
> Earlier she had asked him to come with her to Europe. He
> knew she couldn't stay here but he didn't want to leave. And he
> couldn't bare the thought of losing her again. It was all so confusing.
CROW: He's been reading this fanfic.
>
> Sighing, he glanced around for Diefenbaker, who was nowhere to be seen.
> <He's still with Ray,> Fraser sadly realized. He knew he was driving
> Ray, Dief, and everyone else away, and that was killing him too.
>
> He got up to take a shower hoping the hot water would rinse away his
> problems when there was a knock on the door.
MIKE: Isn't that always the way? You immerse yourself in water, and
someone always calls.
> He got dressed quickly
> and answered it. He was mildly surprised to see Mr. Mustafi standing
> there. "Hello," said Mustafi "you have a phone call." He said
> pointing to his apartment. Ben muttered a quick thanks and jogged over
> to his apartment. He picked up the phone "Hello?"
TOM: Where was Ben, and who's apartment did he jog to?
CROW: Just shut up, and we might get through this alive.
>
> "Benny I need your help," came Ray's tense voice, "I realize we are
> not on the best of terms right know but this is an emergency. She has
> Ma and Franny." Ray took a deep breath and tried unsuccessfully to calm
> himself. "Go to the old opera house on Hampton Ave.
MIKE: On the corner of Babs Street, just off Buster Drive.
> I'll meet you
> there"
>
> "Ray, wait a minute! What is going on?" Ben asked feeling confused.
>
> "I don't have time to explain," he said quickly but his voice took on a
> pleading note as he said, "please Benny, if our friendship meant
> anything to you you'll meet me at the opera house" and with that Ray
> put down the phone.
CROW: Well, that's the last they'll ever see of each other.
>
> Benny stood frozen for a moment as he processed what Ray had said.
> Something terrible had happened to get him that worked up and the only
> way to find out what it was to meet him there. Ben also hadn't missed
> the fact that Ray had put their friendship in past tense. Ben ran to
> his apartment , barely stopping to pull on his boots, and ran to the
> opera house wondering along the way how his life had become such a mess.
MIKE: When you're being written by a fan, anything can happen.
>
>
> End of Part Five
TOM: Woohoo!
CROW: Only the rest of our lives to go.
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CROW: Why doesn't this person have anything better to do?
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> ***
>
> "Take them inside" Victoria said to the broad shouldered who met her at
TOM: An adjective can't really take the place of a noun. Just like
saying "said to the big" or "said to the left-handed". It's
bad writing that fails on just so many levels.
> the abandoned opera house. She had hired him to kidnap Ray's family
> members. Abduction is such messy work,
CROW: But somebody had to do it.
> she thought with disgust , but
> it was necessary. After he had carried the women into to main hall she
> handed him a wad of bills and he left without a word.
>
> "Now we wait" she said to the bound and gagged figures in front of her.
CROW: Oh, she likes to prolong the pleasure, eh?
> "How about we make everyone a little more comfortable," she said as a
> wicked smile spread across her face. She pulled out a knife and cut the
TOM: Jugular veins. The End!
> cords that bound their feet. "Stand up," she ordered. Mrs. Vecchio
> quickly obeyed, sway slightly as she stood, but Francesca stubbornly
> refused to move. Victoria pulled out the gun that was stashed in her
> pocket and pointed it at Franny's head. "Stand up," she growled.
>
> Francesca stood, trying not to lose her balance.
CROW: And we're trying not to lose our lunch.
> A hand grabbed her
> arm to steady her, Victoria's hand. Francesca quickly regained her
> balance and Victoria let go. "Start walking. It is almost show time."
TOM: Dr Furter needs another few models yet.
> She directed them towards the stage, all
> the while thinking ahead, thinking of Benton. <I wonder what he is
> doing?> she asked herself.
>
> Moments later Victoria noticed a movement in the corner of her eye.
MIKE: Damn eye, stop that twitching!
> "Your late," she coldly stated.
TOM: His late what?
> Ray Vecchio slowly came out of the
> shadows, making sure she could see his hands. "Did you come alone?"
> she demand, knowing that he did.
TOM: Then why ask?
> He wouldn't risk the lives of his
> family.
>
> "You know I did," he calmly answered.
MIKE: D'oh!
TOM: Brought to you by the Department of Redundancy Department.
> Then he glanced over at his Ma
> and sister. "Ma...Franny. You okay?" They nodded, terrified. Ray
> drew his attention the beautiful woman who was dressed in black.
> "Victoria, let them go."
>
> "Why? You wouldn't let Ben go." There was a deadly seriousness in her
> voice that frightened Ray. "He was coming...coming with me
<All shudder.>
CROW: We know. We were there.
> and then you
> took him away. YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed. After taking
> a deep
> breath in she then started to speak in a whisper. "And now you are
> going to pay...and suffer for that mistake."
TOM: Then made a horrible gushing sound as the pent-up air rushed back
out.
>
> ***
>
> Fraser grasped a hold of the catwalk railing, not believing what he was
> seeing. <Ray was right,> he sadly thought. <And now I won't have
> either of them.> Ben closed his eyes and let the full impact of the
> situation hit him in face.
MIKE: What a man. Taking the situation right in the face.
> A tidal wave of
> emotion washed over him as his mind staggered to comprehend the fact
> that once again Victoria had deceived him. Ray's tight voice brought him
> back to reality.
>
> "You're crazy if you think you'll get away with this" Ray said knowing
> it was a lie.
CROW: More like "You're craxy if you think."
> Victoria would have planned for every contingency and he
> knew it.
>
> Victoria gave a short bitter laugh, "*CRAZY*!, You don't know what
> crazy is."
CROW: Crazy is being put in a stupid fanfic.
> She reached over and grabbed Franny by the arm and pulled
> her against her.
MIKE: Wow, double vision.
> Slowly and purposely she placed the nuzzle of the gun
> against Franny's neck. Franny let out a small whimper as she felt the
> gun but otherwise made no reaction. Victoria glared a Ray,
TOM: [singing] "A little ray of sunshine, a ray of sunshine, a little
ray of vitamin c."
> daring him
> to come and get his sister.
>
> When Ben saw this he could stay still no longer. He pulled himself
> across the catwalk willing his numb body to move as his mind whirled
> with plans and alternatives. He had to get Franny away from Victoria
> and Victoria away from Ray.
CROW: And that damn guitar away from Eric Clapton.
> He knew Ray would have no hesitation in
> killing Victoria and he didn't know if he could survive losing her
> again. He silently climbed down the metal stairs and walked towards
> them. He was almost there when his boot hit a screw and sent it
> skittering loudly across the stage.
MIKE: If I didn't know better, I'd say that the author planted that there.
CROW: What makes you think you know better?
> Victoria looked up startled to see
> Ben standing there and for a moment she loosened her grip on Franny.
> Franny took advantage of her momentary lapse and, using the spike heals
> of her shoes, stepped on Victoria's foot and broke free of her captor.
TOM: That's gonna leave a mark in the morning.
> Victoria was just about to go after her when she was tackled to the
> ground by Ray. She raised the hand that held the gun and hit him with
> all her strength in the face. It opened a gash and she felt his blood
> splatter on her face
CROW: It's one of *those* kinds of movies!
MIKE: It is not!
> but the blow did not phase him. He grabbed the
> hand that held the gun and twisted until he heard the bones crack.
TOM: Wrong hand, wrong hand!
> Then
> and only the did she drop the gun. He grabbed it swiftly and got to his
> feet. A wave of nausea swept over
CROW: The audience.
> him but his anger gave him the
> strength to stand. He raised the gun and pointed it at her chest. She
> sat on the floor with her broken hand held tightly to her
CROW: Mouth, drinking in the lovely fluid.
MIKE&TOM: Crow!
> stomach,
> knowing she was at his mercy.
>
> Ray felt a hand on his arm and a quiet but commanding voice say, "Put
> the gun down, Ray."
ALL: Put the dog down, Damien.
> Ray didn't move. The temptation to kill her was
> almost overwhelming.
ALL: Do it! Do it! Do it!
>
> <She's the one who deserves to suffer> he though bitterly, <She's the
> one who framed Ben for murder and then broke his heart. She's the one
> who kidnapped Ma and Franny and used then as pawns in her own little
> twisted game.>
TOM: She's the one that sawed the legs off the periodic table.
>
> "No" Ray whispered, his eyes never leaving her face.
>
> "Ray *please*" came Ben's pleading voice. The raw emotion in his tone
> cut though Ray's inner turmoil and he turned his head and looked at him
> as if seeing him for the first time.
TOM: Too...many...pronouns... Can...not...parse... Ray looking at Ben?
Ben looking at Ray? Ray looking at Ray??
>
> "Please" Ben repeated his eyes begging him to lower the gun.
>
> Victoria sat watching the exchange and waited for her opportunity. When
> she saw Ray turn his head she knew that was it. She reached into her
> pocket, pulling out the knife she had used to cut the ropes and leapt to
> her feet and lunging at Franny.
MIKE: Must remember for next time: Check the vicious killer for weapons!
>
> Ray and Ben saw her actions at the same time. Ben ran towards her
> trying simultaneously to place himself between Victoria and Franny and
> Victoria and Ray's gun.
MIKE: I had a problem like that in my High School physics paper.
> Ray looked at the four people in front him and
> seamed to see their reaction in slow motion. He felt years of police
> training take over his reflexes as his gun to aim and fired twice.
CROW: Franny and Ma will never bother me again!
> He
> watched as the knife fell from her hand and she looked down at her chest
> in mute horror before joining the knife on the floor.
TOM: To get down and boogie the night away.
>
> When Ben heard the shots he immediately knew what had happened but he
> refused to believe it. "NO! Victoria!" he screamed as he ran the rest
> of the way and kneeled down by her side. He desperately searched for
> any signs of life as he lifted her head and shoulders onto his lap. Her
> life blood poured onto his legs and hands but he did not seem to notice.
MIKE: Now that's gonna take a tough stain remover.
>
>
> Ray could only watch in shock. He had meant to shoot her in the leg....
> how did the bullets end up in her chest..?
CROW: BeCaUsE tHeY'rE cRaZy BuLlEtS.
>
> Ben looked up at Ray, "Call an ambulance!" he yelled frantically. Ray
CROW: Laughed at him mercilessly.
> nodded and sprinted out of the theater with Franny and Ma following
> close behind.
TOM: Quick, get out of the fanfic while there's stilll time!
>
> Ben placed his hands on her wounds but it did little to stop the torrent
> of blood. Her breathing was as shallow as her heartbeat and her skin
> was looking dangerously pale.
MIKE: Now remember, guys: if it's pale, then it's dangerous.
> For a moment her eyes flickered open and
> focused on his face. Her eyes spoke volumes to him;
TOM: Encyclopedia Brittanica, volumes 3 and 4, to be precise.
> I love you, I am
> sorry. "Ben..." she whispered before her mouth filled up with blood and
> choked off the rest of her words. Her body shuddered once,
CROW: Oh, Ben!
<Mike wacks Crow again, and gets bitten again.>
MIKE: I'm really gonna have to look you over after this.
CROW: You touch me and the girl dies.
> deeply
> before it went limp; she was gone.
CROW: See?
>
> Ben shook his head in denial. <She can't be dead> he thought. He
> called out her name over and over but there was no response. He felt a
> sob wrack his body and tears begin to fall but for once he was not
> ashamed by those tears.
TOM: Instead he was ashamed by that picture of him and Diefenbaker.
> He felt only profound loss and the greatest
> pain he had ever felt. He pulled her limp body to him and held her one
> last time letting his tears wash away any chance of a life together.
TOM: Uh, Ben, I think those bullets already finished off that chance.
MIKE: Give him a break, Tom. The guy's hurting.
CROW: So are we, Nelson.
>
> ***
>
> Ray couldn't bring himself to go back in there. He knew what he would
> see and he didn't want to see it. Feeling a warm hand on his shoulder,
> he turned, facing Franny. She was crying. As Ray pulled her close, he
> knew he had done the right thing.
CROW: Gunning down women always gave him that happy feeling.
>
> But why did it hurt so much? Fraser was the reason it hurt like hell.
TOM: Got a couple of sucker punches in during the fight, eh?
> "Will he ever be able to forgive me?" Ray whispered. Franny's embrace
> tightened as she hoarsely said,
CROW: Nayyyy.
MIKE: Wrong horse, Crow.
> "I don't know."
>
> As sirens filled the air, Ray knew he would have to go back inside the
> theater, to explain to the authorities what happened.
MIKE: Well, there was this clown, see, and this bucket of whitewash...
>
>
> End of Part 6
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> Subject: Heart of Darkness 7
CROW: Argh! What does it take to end this thing?
> Date: Sun, 23 Jun 1996 18:32:03 -0400
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MIKE: Hey, line count's down.
CROW: So's the main villain.
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>
> Fraser watched the scene before him. Ray and his family were in a
> corner, talking to Lt. Welsh. Should he go over to them? No. Ray
> would never forgive him. How could he? Fraser had let him down,
> jeopardizing their lives.
MIKE: And your answer for 20: Benton Fraser.
>
> <If I had of listened to Ray none of this would of happened...Victoria
> wouldn't be dead> he bitterly thought. <And now I have nothing. Not
> even my honor.>
TOM: [as Worf] A Klingon is nothing without his honour.
> He sighed. Tomorrow he had to meet with Thatcher
CROW: And hammer out a new American-British trade agreement.
> and
> it wasn't going to be pretty. He had aided a fugitive, and interfered
> with official acts. Most certainly he was going to lose his job.
CROW: We can hope.
>
> Benton's gaze fell on Ray again. Ray stared back, his face contoured
> with pain and anger. Shamefully, Fraser lowered his head and left with
> Diefenbaker following close behind.
MIKE: A dog and his boy.
CROW: Liked the story, hated the movie.
>
> ***
>
> Ray had returned Benny's stare. A stare that was full of hate, full of
> sorrow. <God, he must hate me> he thought as his anger towards Victoria
> grew.
>
> "I hope your happy now,"
TOM: Her happy what?
> he whispered, hoping that somehow, Victoria
> could hear him. "You've desstroyed him, taken away all that was good.
MIKE: Ah, you when you desstroy something, you take away all that was
good.
> All because of you..."
>
> ***
>
> Fraser laid in bed, clutching a pillow that still had Victoria's scent
> on it. Her scent was so vivid that he could almost feel her beside him.
CROW: That bording on necr-
<Mike grabs Crow's beak before he can finish.>
> A restless sleep finally overcame him. While he slept a figure
> entered the room and started to recite a poem in her beautiful voice,
> hoping f Fraser would hear he in his sleep.
TOM: Well, the author just went to pieces in that last sentence.
>
> Remember me when I am gone away,
> Gone far away into the silent land;
> When you can no more hold me by the hand,
> Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
> Remember me when no more day by day
> You tell me of our future that you planned.
> Only remember me; you understand
> It will be late to counsel then or pray.
> Yet if you should forget me for a while
> And afterwards remember, do not grieve;
> For if the darkness and corruption leave
> A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
> Better by you should forget and smile
> Than that you should remember and be sad.
>
> Christina Rossetti
> (1830-1894)
<All wipe away a tear.>
MIKE: That was beautiful.
CROW: Yeah, 'cos the author didn't write it.
TOM: Oooh, cold, Crow.
>
>
>
>
>
>
> THE END
ALL: Du-du-du. Another one bites the dust.
>
>
>
>
>
> --
> *QuePasha*********************QP*********************QuePasha*
> ** Toodles! **
TOM: [British voice] Cherrio.
CROW: [same] Toodle pip.
MIKE: [same] Tata now.
> ** Heather Alina Gillson...aka QuePasha **
> ** PGEB and D'MOB **
> ** My email address is quep...@fyiowa.infi.net **
> ** QuePasha's Due South Site! **
> ** http://www.student.toplinks.com/hp/QuePasha/duesouth.htm **
> *QuePasha*********************QP*********************QuePasha*
>
TOM: And we're out of here...
[..@..2..3..4..5..6]
<Back in the main room on the SOL.>
MIKE: Crow, what was with you today? You were way off your normal self
in there.
CROW: Me? Why, I'm fine.
TOM: I think it's time we told him, buddy.
CROW: But you can't...
<The lighting on the bridge goes dark, but Tom is lit up in a dark red
light>
TOM: Can't I? CAN'T I? I CAN DO WHAT I LIKE! AM I NOT GOD!?
MIKE: Calm down, now, Tom.
CROW: You'll blow a gasket there, Servo.
TOM: I AM ALL POWERFUL! HAHAHAH! QUIVER, MORTALS! QUIVER BEFORE THE
SUPREME BEING!
CROW: Marrissa? Where?
TOM: AARRGGHH!! THE FLASHBACKS! THE FLASHBACKS!
<Tom falls out of sight, and the lights return to normal.>
MIKE: What was that all about?
CROW: Tom just wanted to tell you that I had the circuit board from an
evil specter inside me.
MIKE: Oh really? ... What?
CROW: Uh oh.
<Crow runs off, but trips over Tom. Mike jumps on him and rips the
circuit out. Tom and Mike stand back up.>
TOM: Mike, will Crow be all right?
MIKE: If we put a fresh board in.
<Pause.>
TOM: Well, I suppose we should.
MIKE: Okay.
<Pause. The MADS light flashes. Mike hits the button.>
<Deep 13>
DR F: Finally got rid of the golden one. Congratulations, I win!
<SOL>
<Mike is feverishly patching up Crow.>
MIKE: Never.
<Crow finally jerks, and is online again.>
CROW: Hey, where's that fanfic rubbish?
<Deep 13>
DR F: Well, I do have that sequal option.
<SOL>
ALL: NOO!
<Deep 13>
DR F: Just wait, boobies.
PEARL: [off screen] Claaayton! Come wash my feeet!
<Dr. F shudders>
DR F: Later, boobies.
<Looks disgusted, then pushes the button>
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fwshhhh
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Use of copyrighted and trademarked material is for entertainment
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Thanks also go to Jessica "Jaelle" Ihimaera-Smiler, who helped with
catching riffs to do with the Due South episode this fanfic was based on,
and also providing help and support.
> Ben ran up the stairs to his apartment with wings on his feet. When he
> opened his apartment door she was standing there waiting for him. They
> didn't speak, there was nothing to say. They embraced gently at first
> , savoring the taste and smell and feel of the other but their passion
> could not be contained in gentleness. As they fell onto the bed the
> world faded away and there was nothing but their love and hunger for one
> another.