Hmm, I haven't written in a while. Probably because ideas are getting harder and harder to forge each day. So like many other last minute attempts before me, I introduce a new option, you can now PM me a Bawn prompt, and if I can make it work, I'll turn it into a story. Provide as many details as you want, and I'll see what I can do, credits included because it'd be injustice to do otherwise. I don't really think sending them through a review is a good idea, unless you're an anon. Otherwise, stick to the PMs.

Of course, you don't have to do this. Just an optional option. With that new mindset in check, let's move onto today's fic! Which is a "bizarro'd" version of what you'd usually expect from a Bawn fic. Look it up if you don't already know what it is. See if you can notice what's changed from the usual canon! ^^" $10 to the lucky gal who can do it.

Word Count: 322 words.

And Now For Something Completely Different

Dawn closes up Sparky's panel, pulls her goggles off, and looks at him. He purrs with that lovely tone that makes her feel all warm inside, making all the work on him more worth-while.

The mechanical cat looks up at her, and notices that she's motioning for him to roll-over. He obliges, and as B walks into room, he meows.

B sips a cup of green tea, and looks at his wife, "Dawn? Are you almost done? It's just about time for us to go read tea leaves together and meditate." he asks in that soft-spoken voice of his. The one that she finds cute to listen to, especially coming from a guy with such a big build as his.

She holds up a hand, making the silent notion that she only requires five more minutes of his precious time before she would acompany him. Sparky meows again, but experiences trouble getting up from his most recent roll-over.

"Alright then, good luck! Come over as soon as you're done, the squirrels are looking forward to meeting you again, you know?" he reminds her of their previous session togehter, which brings a smile to her face. She doesn't quite really understand her husband's connection to the outside world, but seeing as she was cooped up inside almost all her life, she knows she's in no position to judge.

She looks back at Sparky and frowns, the poor robo-feline is on his back and struggling to get back up, looks like his roll-over function wasn't at it's proper potential yet. She picked him up and turned him over, cats were supposed to always be on their feet, what was she doing wrong?

Or was it land on their feet...?

Dawn opens up his panel and resumes working, refusing to allow a tiny flaw to get in her way of constructing the perfect artificial kitty.

The squirrels would have to wait a few more minutes.