Back to Normal
Challenge Name: Do-Over
Original Challenge: Words
Title: Back to Normal
Rating: PG
Word Count (optional): 474
Author's Notes (optional): I guess I felt the need to continue with the Laura series...so here you go. ^_^
Laura was not happy as she rushed through hallways and past baffled doctors.
It took her much too long to free herself from the hospital, to be rid of the insentient nurses, to get anywhere near to normal again. But that didn’t matter now, all that mattered was reaching the police department and contacting the others of the Galactic Justice Team.
A HoverLounge wasn’t sufficient for this sort of trip. It’d take much too long. Rummaging in her purse, she finally found her calling key. No, she’d need her own vehicle for this. She extended her arm to the sky and punched in her code, a sigh of relief on her lips as she heard the returning signal. The craft would be here in mere moments, and she could bask in the safety of its cockpit.
A sudden wind chilled her legs, and she remember belatedly that she was not in uniform. Though she paused to consider changing, she decided against it as she pulled out her phone and called up Valista’s hologram appeared, looking haggard and distracted. “Hello?”
“Valista, pay attention. I’m going to the station.”
“What?!” That got Valista’s attention, and she looked at her phone, subsequently staring at the image Laura knew she was projecting on the other side. “Are you daft? Why are you up and about? Has the hospital even released you yet?”
“The answers to your questions, in order: I’m going to the station, I’m not daft, I have things to take care of and people to arrest, and I released myself. Now, are you meeting me at the station or not?”
“You shouldn’t be up…but fine. I’ll be abeam to you on intersteller one-seventy-eight.” Valista’s image disappeared, and Laura’s craft landed in front of her.
It was a lovely vehicle, the same vibrant red as the laser of her weapon, with streaks of blue racing up its sides. The molecular generator was unique, one-of-a-kind…her own design. The gravity thrusters hummed merrily as the glass top slid open. “Hello, beautiful,” she murmured as she swung herself inside. The cockpit’s seat was warm against her skin, and normal began to kick into place as she gunned her engines and took to the sky.
“Laura, are you sure you’re up for this?” asked Valista’s voice from the communications panel.
Laura nearly turned the entire console off, but sighed instead. “Betwixt my personal life and my professional life lies what happened last night. I’m going to find the scum who attacked me and arrest him.”
There was a long silence on the other end, but Valista finally laughed. “You do realize you’re still in clubbing clothes, right?” Valista’s craft pulled up next to her, fully abeam within moments. “The fellas at the station are going to think you’re an impersonator.”
Laura only shrugged. “Let them stare. I have work to do.”
Original Challenge: Words
Title: Back to Normal
Rating: PG
Word Count (optional): 474
Author's Notes (optional): I guess I felt the need to continue with the Laura series...so here you go. ^_^
Laura was not happy as she rushed through hallways and past baffled doctors.
It took her much too long to free herself from the hospital, to be rid of the insentient nurses, to get anywhere near to normal again. But that didn’t matter now, all that mattered was reaching the police department and contacting the others of the Galactic Justice Team.
A HoverLounge wasn’t sufficient for this sort of trip. It’d take much too long. Rummaging in her purse, she finally found her calling key. No, she’d need her own vehicle for this. She extended her arm to the sky and punched in her code, a sigh of relief on her lips as she heard the returning signal. The craft would be here in mere moments, and she could bask in the safety of its cockpit.
A sudden wind chilled her legs, and she remember belatedly that she was not in uniform. Though she paused to consider changing, she decided against it as she pulled out her phone and called up Valista’s hologram appeared, looking haggard and distracted. “Hello?”
“Valista, pay attention. I’m going to the station.”
“What?!” That got Valista’s attention, and she looked at her phone, subsequently staring at the image Laura knew she was projecting on the other side. “Are you daft? Why are you up and about? Has the hospital even released you yet?”
“The answers to your questions, in order: I’m going to the station, I’m not daft, I have things to take care of and people to arrest, and I released myself. Now, are you meeting me at the station or not?”
“You shouldn’t be up…but fine. I’ll be abeam to you on intersteller one-seventy-eight.” Valista’s image disappeared, and Laura’s craft landed in front of her.
It was a lovely vehicle, the same vibrant red as the laser of her weapon, with streaks of blue racing up its sides. The molecular generator was unique, one-of-a-kind…her own design. The gravity thrusters hummed merrily as the glass top slid open. “Hello, beautiful,” she murmured as she swung herself inside. The cockpit’s seat was warm against her skin, and normal began to kick into place as she gunned her engines and took to the sky.
“Laura, are you sure you’re up for this?” asked Valista’s voice from the communications panel.
Laura nearly turned the entire console off, but sighed instead. “Betwixt my personal life and my professional life lies what happened last night. I’m going to find the scum who attacked me and arrest him.”
There was a long silence on the other end, but Valista finally laughed. “You do realize you’re still in clubbing clothes, right?” Valista’s craft pulled up next to her, fully abeam within moments. “The fellas at the station are going to think you’re an impersonator.”
Laura only shrugged. “Let them stare. I have work to do.”