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Down the White Rabbit Hole

Jun 09, 2005 19:57

This had to work. I couldn't face things the way they were. And since I had the know-how to try and change it all, damn it if I wasn't going to at least try. All that mattered was finding a way to make sure Aeryn and the rest of Moya's crew wound up safe and alive, with a capital A. If that meant I bought it in the process instead, well, I'd pony ( Read more... )

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wormhole_surfer June 10 2005, 00:27:08 UTC

Okay, so the story kinda goes like this: Pilot, being completely too unreasonable for a guy who might be nice, but looks like the love child of a clam, a goat and a lobster, had decided that even though we'd been through what had to be one of the most bizarre episodes of my already way, way, way off the chart life, me and D'Argo still had to spend eight more days off of Moya. Okay, sure, me and Big D were still bickering like we'd either vowed to kill each other or had been married for twenty or thirty years, and weren't showing any signs of getting any better. But c'mon... we'd just rescued Pip and the Princess from some very unfriendly types who were, y'know... after their, y'know... happy juices.

Yeah. Anyway, D'Argo and I had made with the cavalry rescue (and I swear if anyone mentions those frelling nylons, I'm gonna go so postal), and got the girls back up to the ship safe, sound and left the bad guy laying in a big, lethal puddle of good times. So do we get time off for good behavior? A little extra credit? A half a ( ... )

big_pile_o_dust June 16 2005, 19:31:26 UTC

Slayer blood tastes so good.

I dropped her body t'the ground, watchin' with fascination as her eyes just sorta stared up at me. Funny, that. I'd fuckin' warned her, told her year after bloody year that if anyone would kill her, it'd be me.

Now, the little slutty blonde Slayer was lyin' all dead on the ground. Stupid soddin' death-wish.

For once, I just wanted a fight, a real honest t'goodness fight, but did I get it? Nooooooooooooooooo, Slayer came t'me wantin' t'die. Hell, I could oblige, but... took all the fun outta it.

Only good thing had been her scream as my fangs had plunged into her throat. Now that, I'd remember for a good long while.

"Yup... makes three now," I whispered t'myself as I lit up a celebratory fag and kicked her body so's it'd turn over, face-down. Didn't want her lookin' at me like that. "Yeah, now who's beneath who, bitch? Huh? Huh ( ... )

pure_crichton June 17 2005, 06:59:50 UTC

"Hey, yourself," Guess it really was me, the way John-boy practically mirrored my actions, reaching for Winona just the way that I did. Except there was something in his eyes, like he'd seen me before, and was mightily pissed off about it too. What reason did he have to be giving me the proverbial stink eye? I mean I'd figured that coming into another reality, there was the possibility that I might meet myself, and have one of those trippy peyote moments like when you go on an aboriginal walkabout and end up meeting yourself, but my double was acting like I'd just let one rip ( ... )