POI fic: False Alarm
POI fic: False Alarm
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: Iron man crossover fusion #4: The incident mentioned in Post Mission
Harold was in his element, equations and code percolating away in his mind as his fingers danced over the keyboard.
Suddenly his train of thought was interrupted by an ungodly wailing. Confounded, he wondered what could have possibly occurred to trigger the fire alarm.
He exited his lab and went upstairs, surprised to find John, Carter, and Lionel waiting for him.
“What’s going on? Is it a fire?”
“No Harold” Carter said firmly. “This is an intervention. You know its not good for you to go so long without eating or resting. The Machine has locked you out until we tell it you can go back.”
Too tired from his adrenaline crash to be more than only mildly outraged at this turn of events, he was distracted when Lionel stepped forward offering him a large paper bag “I got all of your favorites for you. They're even still warm.”
“A shower and a nap might also be in order” John said gently. “You are beginning to get a bit ripe.”
Clutching his bag of food, Harold stumbled off to his bedroom in a huff. He fell into an exhausted sleep only half way through his meal.
His friends meanwhile celebrated the success of their plan, but knew Harold would be much harder to deal with next time.
(Sadly, the world would have to wait quite a bit longer for the invention of flying cars, as Harold’s epiphany had completely slipped his mind by the time he woke up.)
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: Iron man crossover fusion #4: The incident mentioned in Post Mission
Harold was in his element, equations and code percolating away in his mind as his fingers danced over the keyboard.
Suddenly his train of thought was interrupted by an ungodly wailing. Confounded, he wondered what could have possibly occurred to trigger the fire alarm.
He exited his lab and went upstairs, surprised to find John, Carter, and Lionel waiting for him.
“What’s going on? Is it a fire?”
“No Harold” Carter said firmly. “This is an intervention. You know its not good for you to go so long without eating or resting. The Machine has locked you out until we tell it you can go back.”
Too tired from his adrenaline crash to be more than only mildly outraged at this turn of events, he was distracted when Lionel stepped forward offering him a large paper bag “I got all of your favorites for you. They're even still warm.”
“A shower and a nap might also be in order” John said gently. “You are beginning to get a bit ripe.”
Clutching his bag of food, Harold stumbled off to his bedroom in a huff. He fell into an exhausted sleep only half way through his meal.
His friends meanwhile celebrated the success of their plan, but knew Harold would be much harder to deal with next time.
(Sadly, the world would have to wait quite a bit longer for the invention of flying cars, as Harold’s epiphany had completely slipped his mind by the time he woke up.)