Yes, I'm writing a serious Blackadder fic. Bite me. I wanted to see
if it could be done without involving slash. Since the words "serious"
and "Blackadder" are about as coherent together as "halibut" and
"curling iron," it's a short one. It takes place just before the
post-credits scene of "Chains" in BLACKADDER II, so figure for yourself
what it's about.
Usual disclaimers apply, but here they are again:
"The Black Adder" and all related indices/characters/bowls of porridge
are © Auntie Beeb, Tiger Aspect, and all the fine boys who worked on
the show. This is not an attempt to infringe on said copyright, and
would be a pretty shoddy way of going about it if it were.
Thanks to Lady Jane Pottle, SaRa, Row, Claire, Sprite, Jeanster, and
Felicia of the BA-LC for encouraging me to get writing again, although
they obviously didn't know what they were getting themselves into.
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Cogitati Ultimi Reginae
By: the Lemon Goddess
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"This is, as they say, it." --Lt. George St. Barleigh, BLACKADDER GOES
FORTH: "Goodbyeee"
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Good God ... it actually hurts ...
You never think about it, when you're on the giving end ... that when
you send someone to the block, it's really going to hurt them ... I
don't think it ever occurred to me.
But this hurts ... and it isn't stopping. Even though I say it should.
I'm the Queen; I'm supposed to have control over what happens, right?
RIGHT???
Melchie isn't moving ... neither are Percy or ... what was his name,
Edmund's little monkey ... I wonder if it still hurts like this when
you stop breathing ... because it's hard to do that now ... If it
stops hurting when you stop breathing, maybe it's bad for me to keep
fighting to ...
Nursie ... Bernard, you daft old woman, whatever your name is ... isn't
this when you're supposed to hold me and tell me it's okay? Why aren't
you doing anything??? Why do I feel like ... I'm scared ... I'm not
supposed to be scared of anything ...
No, someone is ... what was I just thinking ... that someone's holding
my hand ... was that it? But who's left ...
Edmund ...
It's funny ... you don't look so proud for once, Edmund ... wasn't it
just a few seconds ago ... maybe it was longer, I can't tell ... you
said life without me was pointless ... did you really mean that? I
know you lie so much ... SO much, just to keep me happy ...
If I'd known it hurts this much ... I'd never, EVER ... never have
threatened to kill you ... were you ever scared like this because of
me?
"... sorry ..."
I was trying to say more ... but you ... seem to understand ...
Sweet Lord Blackadder ... don't let go of my hand ... not yet ...
... I'm afraid ...
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Lemon Goddess
lemongoddess@imtoosexy.com
http://www.shiiva.net/lemon/
7 September 2002
if it could be done without involving slash. Since the words "serious"
and "Blackadder" are about as coherent together as "halibut" and
"curling iron," it's a short one. It takes place just before the
post-credits scene of "Chains" in BLACKADDER II, so figure for yourself
what it's about.
Usual disclaimers apply, but here they are again:
"The Black Adder" and all related indices/characters/bowls of porridge
are © Auntie Beeb, Tiger Aspect, and all the fine boys who worked on
the show. This is not an attempt to infringe on said copyright, and
would be a pretty shoddy way of going about it if it were.
Thanks to Lady Jane Pottle, SaRa, Row, Claire, Sprite, Jeanster, and
Felicia of the BA-LC for encouraging me to get writing again, although
they obviously didn't know what they were getting themselves into.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Cogitati Ultimi Reginae
By: the Lemon Goddess
-----------------------------------------------------------------
"This is, as they say, it." --Lt. George St. Barleigh, BLACKADDER GOES
FORTH: "Goodbyeee"
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Good God ... it actually hurts ...
You never think about it, when you're on the giving end ... that when
you send someone to the block, it's really going to hurt them ... I
don't think it ever occurred to me.
But this hurts ... and it isn't stopping. Even though I say it should.
I'm the Queen; I'm supposed to have control over what happens, right?
RIGHT???
Melchie isn't moving ... neither are Percy or ... what was his name,
Edmund's little monkey ... I wonder if it still hurts like this when
you stop breathing ... because it's hard to do that now ... If it
stops hurting when you stop breathing, maybe it's bad for me to keep
fighting to ...
Nursie ... Bernard, you daft old woman, whatever your name is ... isn't
this when you're supposed to hold me and tell me it's okay? Why aren't
you doing anything??? Why do I feel like ... I'm scared ... I'm not
supposed to be scared of anything ...
No, someone is ... what was I just thinking ... that someone's holding
my hand ... was that it? But who's left ...
Edmund ...
It's funny ... you don't look so proud for once, Edmund ... wasn't it
just a few seconds ago ... maybe it was longer, I can't tell ... you
said life without me was pointless ... did you really mean that? I
know you lie so much ... SO much, just to keep me happy ...
If I'd known it hurts this much ... I'd never, EVER ... never have
threatened to kill you ... were you ever scared like this because of
me?
"... sorry ..."
I was trying to say more ... but you ... seem to understand ...
Sweet Lord Blackadder ... don't let go of my hand ... not yet ...
... I'm afraid ...
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Lemon Goddess
lemongoddess@imtoosexy.com
http://www.shiiva.net/lemon/
7 September 2002
