Title: Revenge of the Cancelled
Author: Darien's Muse
Summary: Sequel to Cancellation.
Disclaimer: This is not intended to be an accurate representation of Bonnie Hammer in any way, it's more like a caricature, just a harmless bit of fun, mixed with some left-over anger over the cancellation of course. *g*
Author's Note: Like I said, this is a sequel to Cancellation, I recommend you read that one first, or you'll most likely have some trouble understanding what's going on here. :) No smoking, drinking or flash photography is allowed at this time, and please keep your hands and arms inside the vehicle at all times. Now, sit back and enjoy the show!
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Chapter One
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"You sure this will work?" the old man asked his spiky-haired partner.
"Sure I'm sure," his partner replied, "I did it once before, remember? And this time I don't even have competition, so it should be a cinch!"
"Yeah, but that guy was superstitious to begin with. This lady is rumored to be one tough cookie."
"Well, I'll just have to come up with something original, then," said his partner cheerfully.
The other man sighed and shook his head. He smiled. His partner hadn't changed a bit, he could still act like a punk from time to time. "Well then, what are you waiting for?"
The ghost-to-be smiled, let the quicksilver cover his body, and walked in the main door of the building. Round one was about to begin.
Bonnie Hammer sat in her office, working late on some left-over paperwork. It was already dark outside. She hated when that happened. Suddenly the door of her office creaked open. She looked up with an annoyed expression, she didn't have time for a visitor now. But no-one came in. She got up and looked out the door, but she saw no-one outside either. She frowned, closed the door and went back to work. Must have been some stupid prankster.
Suddenly the window flew open. It startled Bonnie, causing her to make a scratch on her papers. She cursed and got up to close the window. When she got close to it, she felt something cold touching the back of her neck. She shivered, and wondered what the hell was going on. She went back to her desk. But before she could sit down, she felt something tapping her shoulder. She looked around her, but found nothing there. Slightly unnerved, she sat down and started working again.
Then her desk light died. Suspecting a broken light bulb, she tried the switch anyway, and was surprised to find it still worked. It turned itself off again. Bonnie was starting to get a little scared. Could it be...? She didn't believe in ghosts, but still... She turned the desk light on again, and this time it stayed on. Then the door creaked open again. She quickly got up and closed it. She waited a few minutes, suspiciously scanning the entire room, but nothing else happened. Then she sat down and went back to work. The rest of the night was quiet, but Bonnie found herself not quite able to concentrate anymore.
The flaking off of the quicksilver and the sudden appearance of his partner had ceased to startle the old man a long time ago.
"So, how did it go?" he asked.
"Not too bad, started off with some subtle work. You know, just enough to confuse her and start her thinking, but nothing spectacular just yet."
"So, just a little softening up, preparing her for the big fireworks later, eh? Sound strategy, my friend."
"That's all I'm saying."
End of round one.
Author: Darien's Muse
Summary: Sequel to Cancellation.
Disclaimer: This is not intended to be an accurate representation of Bonnie Hammer in any way, it's more like a caricature, just a harmless bit of fun, mixed with some left-over anger over the cancellation of course. *g*
Author's Note: Like I said, this is a sequel to Cancellation, I recommend you read that one first, or you'll most likely have some trouble understanding what's going on here. :) No smoking, drinking or flash photography is allowed at this time, and please keep your hands and arms inside the vehicle at all times. Now, sit back and enjoy the show!
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Chapter One
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"You sure this will work?" the old man asked his spiky-haired partner.
"Sure I'm sure," his partner replied, "I did it once before, remember? And this time I don't even have competition, so it should be a cinch!"
"Yeah, but that guy was superstitious to begin with. This lady is rumored to be one tough cookie."
"Well, I'll just have to come up with something original, then," said his partner cheerfully.
The other man sighed and shook his head. He smiled. His partner hadn't changed a bit, he could still act like a punk from time to time. "Well then, what are you waiting for?"
The ghost-to-be smiled, let the quicksilver cover his body, and walked in the main door of the building. Round one was about to begin.
Bonnie Hammer sat in her office, working late on some left-over paperwork. It was already dark outside. She hated when that happened. Suddenly the door of her office creaked open. She looked up with an annoyed expression, she didn't have time for a visitor now. But no-one came in. She got up and looked out the door, but she saw no-one outside either. She frowned, closed the door and went back to work. Must have been some stupid prankster.
Suddenly the window flew open. It startled Bonnie, causing her to make a scratch on her papers. She cursed and got up to close the window. When she got close to it, she felt something cold touching the back of her neck. She shivered, and wondered what the hell was going on. She went back to her desk. But before she could sit down, she felt something tapping her shoulder. She looked around her, but found nothing there. Slightly unnerved, she sat down and started working again.
Then her desk light died. Suspecting a broken light bulb, she tried the switch anyway, and was surprised to find it still worked. It turned itself off again. Bonnie was starting to get a little scared. Could it be...? She didn't believe in ghosts, but still... She turned the desk light on again, and this time it stayed on. Then the door creaked open again. She quickly got up and closed it. She waited a few minutes, suspiciously scanning the entire room, but nothing else happened. Then she sat down and went back to work. The rest of the night was quiet, but Bonnie found herself not quite able to concentrate anymore.
The flaking off of the quicksilver and the sudden appearance of his partner had ceased to startle the old man a long time ago.
"So, how did it go?" he asked.
"Not too bad, started off with some subtle work. You know, just enough to confuse her and start her thinking, but nothing spectacular just yet."
"So, just a little softening up, preparing her for the big fireworks later, eh? Sound strategy, my friend."
"That's all I'm saying."
End of round one.