This is a fiction challenge from a writer's group I'm a member of. Just
silly fic that stars Erin and crew. Rules of the challenge: 200 words or
less starring characters from Rogue or Wraith squadron and must use the
line "What do you mean we don't have any left?"
Title: Diplomatic Emergency
Author: Aggy agheart@lycos.com
Rating: I'm going to go with R
Disclaimer: I own Erin, I wish I owned Ton and Face (I really, really wish...) they're owned by the unappreciative George Lucas. Please don't sue me…
Diplomatic Emergency
Aggy
During all their missions for Wraith Squadron, Face had never seen Ton look so terrified. Not even when he had been shot down and…Now was not the time to think about that! Not with such a looming threat to deal with. "What do you mean we don't have any left?"
"I don't have time to explain it. We're out!"
"But…" Face looked down at the bowl in his hands, wondering about the magical qualities of the chocolates Erin was so fond of. She called them M&Ms.
Ton shrugged helplessly. "She wants green ones," pointing at the bowl, he added. "Notice none are green."
"What happened to them?" Face was getting desperate. Erin was usually a calm being, until something sparked her temper…and then….he'd rather not think about the consequences. Especially when Erin had a case of PMS that made Isard look compassionate.
"Green ones are…"
Understanding took hold. "I'll go get some. I'm sure I can find…" Face was out the door before Ton could protest.
"Coward!" Ton yelled, wondering how exactly to appease a cranky redhead.
"Oh boys…wanna see what I bought at Victoria Secret?"
Ton considered the situation, then grinned. Maybe things weren't as bad as he thought…
Title: Diplomatic Emergency
Author: Aggy agheart@lycos.com
Rating: I'm going to go with R
Disclaimer: I own Erin, I wish I owned Ton and Face (I really, really wish...) they're owned by the unappreciative George Lucas. Please don't sue me…
Diplomatic Emergency
Aggy
During all their missions for Wraith Squadron, Face had never seen Ton look so terrified. Not even when he had been shot down and…Now was not the time to think about that! Not with such a looming threat to deal with. "What do you mean we don't have any left?"
"I don't have time to explain it. We're out!"
"But…" Face looked down at the bowl in his hands, wondering about the magical qualities of the chocolates Erin was so fond of. She called them M&Ms.
Ton shrugged helplessly. "She wants green ones," pointing at the bowl, he added. "Notice none are green."
"What happened to them?" Face was getting desperate. Erin was usually a calm being, until something sparked her temper…and then….he'd rather not think about the consequences. Especially when Erin had a case of PMS that made Isard look compassionate.
"Green ones are…"
Understanding took hold. "I'll go get some. I'm sure I can find…" Face was out the door before Ton could protest.
"Coward!" Ton yelled, wondering how exactly to appease a cranky redhead.
"Oh boys…wanna see what I bought at Victoria Secret?"
Ton considered the situation, then grinned. Maybe things weren't as bad as he thought…