Disclaimer: Contains 10% original material. The rest was stolen, er borrowed from other sources. Here in the literary biz we refer to such crimes as "allusions".



I'VE GROWN ACCUSTOMED TO HIS FACE



(Scene opens on Kitty sitting underneath a tree, enjoying a rare moment of solitude. She's attempting to study but her mind keeps drifting to Lance...)



Kitty: (reading aloud) There were many knights of the Round Table, but the most famous was the brave Sir Lancelot. (She sighs happily as she pictures Lance Alvers dressed like a knight in shining armor and riding a black stallion. Dream Lance scoops her up and they ride off into the sunset.) Arrggh! What am I doing? Why can't I concentrate on anything anymore? It's like... (she begins singing)



I've grown accustomed to his face

he almost makes the morning start

I've grown accustomed to his hair that sticks out ev'rywhere.

His hopes, his fears, his laughs, his tears,

are second nature to me now

like list'ning to my beating heart.

I remember that from the beginning his mind was firmly set

but I guarantee I'd never be his wife and yet...

I've grown accustomed to the sight of him holding me tight

I've grown accustomed to his face.



(Just as Kitty's song ends, Lance shows up. He's hiding something behind his back.)



Lance: (nervously) Hey, Kitty. I was wondering... (kneels) will you marry me?



Kitty: (delightedly) Oh Lance! I thought you'd never ask! (gives him a great big smooch)



(Meanwhile, back in the real world, Lance is sound asleep, his arms wrapped his woobie.*)



Lance: zzz... I do...



Tabby: (trying desperately not to laugh) You got all that on film, Speedy?



Pietro: (holding camera labeled 'Property of Evan Daniels') You-know-it.



Toad: (evil smile) I smell an Oscar.



Freddy: (looks confused) Who's Oscar?



THE END



Author's Note: Normally, I fill this space with pointless humor but today's fic is kinda special. This is the fifteenth story I've posted and I figured it would be appropriate to thank everyone who ever reviewed my work. You guys rock! =^-^=

* the concept of Lance's woobie was thought of by everyone's favorite fanfic author, Red Witch, a kind and generous soul who would (hopefully) never threaten to sue a fellow writer.*