A/N: I blame insomnia and new medications, and will NOT admit to writing this come the morn. This is all in good fun, and based on a crack-tastic Terrapin Tarts conversation. This is also not the shortest story I wrote, but it is the first one that has an author's note almost longer than the fic itself. HA, TAKE THAT!
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Like Minds
Theirs was an epic romance, spanning two realities because the author said so. A whirlwind of dates-- Paris, Milan, Venice... late night coffees under star-draped skies, long walks along empty beaches, and delightful conversations that spanned hours followed by taking over some tiny country no one really cared about anyways. Also, the sex was great.
It was almost Perfect Love. (tm)
Almost.
"I love you, Baxter Stockman," cooed Krang, gazing adoringly at the flickering hologram before him.
Once more, his lover only smirked.
"I do too."