A/N: And now, hopefully the real deal. I've been waiting a long time to work on this little series, more action, hopefully better writing and hopefully more humor. So please, enjoy.
The sun beamed very bright when Fry walked through the hospital doors. He practically had to cover his eyes just to see where he was walking. It was pretty normal in NNY, well if you can call it normal; people flying through tubes, robots break dancing, aliens walking in the streets freely, overweight nudists. This never really seemed to bother Fry, well apart from the nudists, everything seemed pretty suitable for him. The thing that did bother him immensely, was that coma he was in. That dream didn't feel right to him, as a matter of fact, it haunted him. It's as if the dream was a message to him, some kind of oracle or something.
The intense thinking made time move a lot quicker, for it seemed he reached the robot arms apartment a lot faster than he thought he would.
"Hmm, I guess time flies when you have repressing thoughts." He said to himself. He walked through the halls and stood in front of Bender's apartment door. "Man, I miss this place." A fly buzzed around Fry's head and crashed to the ground in an instant, revealing more dead flies on the floor, "And the smell."
He opened the door, but found the room to be pitch black. He turned to his right and walked towards the light switch. He tried to flick it up, but missed it. "Whoops" he said to himself. He tried it again and this time he was able to turn on the lights.
Just then, he was tackled to the floor by something heavy, he looked up and saw Bender rapped around him.
"Happy surprise get well gettin' party buddy!" The robot said as he squeezed Fry.
The rest of the PE crew jumped from behind the couch and shouted "Happy get well getting surprise party!" Well, all excluding Zoidberg who was having a wonderful time at the buffet table, "Merry Kwanzaa! Whatever." The lobster shouted with food in his mouth.
Bender got off of Fry to give him some air. Fry caught his breath and brushed off his jacket and pants, "This is a little much and a bit confusing, and since when did you guys bother to start a get well party on a Saturday night?" he asked.
Amy spoke up, "Because Leela said she would give us some-" before she could continue, Leela stomped on her foot, "Ow!" she said, and fell down and tended to her foot.
Leela spoke quickly, "We thought it was best to give you a welcoming get well party, just to make you feel at home. Plus, we forgot about your birthday party a while ago."
Bender waved his arms in the air,
"Yeah, yeah whatever, this was all planned by me, Bender." Bender said, he pulled out a wad of tickets from the little slot behind his head, revealing a wad of tickets. "Since they were from the 21st century, I thought to myself, 'Fry might like this because he has orange hair'. And then I thought, 'hey maybe he might like them because they played roughly around his time'. So here, I give you, a wad of tickets to see A Zeppelin that can't fly."
He handed the tickets to Fry. He gasped as he read what the tickets were for, "Led Zeppelin?"
"Sure why not." Bender pulled out a large bottle of champagne from his chest cabinet. "Now, let's party!" he screamed as he popped the cork.
Scruffy entered the room with a very large stereo. He put the stereo down and popped a disk inside of it. He put on a pair of sunglasses and announced "Scruffy gone raise the roof." And hit play.
Later on that evening, the party was starting to end; mainly because the booze and the food where nearly gone. Everyone seemed like they had enough to drink anyway, since the crew was flat out wasted.
"I could've hic I could've hic built the first suppository to induce vomiting, but then I realized hic I was too drunk and tired to do it." Said the Professor, after finishing his sentence he turned around and started vomiting.
Zoidberg started spinning around in circles, screaming "Poow……pooow……poow" until hitting the wall.
The only people not completely wasted were Bender, Fry and Leela, who seemed to be the only ones cleaning up the apartment. Well, Fry and Bender being forced to clean up by Leela, since Scruffy was asleep by the stereo. As soon as the room was "tidy" Fry greeted the PE crew out of the door. Leela, however, stayed behind.
Bender walked up to her, "Yo, Leela what's the dealio party's over, which means I don't like you anymore." He said, but before he could do anything else, Leela held a piece of paper.
"Now look, I'm not gonna like this as much as you guys, but since you're still in the recovering stage, Fry, I'm going to have to watch over you for two weeks." Leela explained.
Bender whined, " Aw! Two weeks come on!"
Leela continued, "It's Planet Express standard procedure, ever since that little incident in the bee hives, Hermes decided to start this so we don't have to pay too much on health insurance."
Fry tried summing it up, "So………"
Leela sighed, "I'm staying with you for two weeks….unfortunately"
Fry didn't know whether to jump in joy, or moan in annoyance. Sure, Leela was going to stay with him for two weeks, but just imagine the tightwad hard ass she would be watching over him like a hawk. For some strange reason, he seemed to smile at the words tight and well, you get the concept of the joke.
Bender stood his ground, "Hey, I'm an employee just like you one eye, why can't I take care of him?" he asked.
"Well, first of all you have an outstanding criminal record, your food diets are unhealthy, you have a bad history of domestic violence and you are completely irresponsible."
"Ack bu-cha?! Irresponsible? Remember that time I took care of nibbler?!"
"Yes I do remember, I remember that he was found in a garbage bag, in a garbage truck that was bringing that garbage to a rocket ship that was going to be shot into the sun."
Bender stomped his foot down, "Yeah well…..look at me meh meh meh, I'm Leela, I always have to prove Bender wrong with my poor little nibbler, who I love so much. Well, I think I'm going to throw up, so I'm going to bed. Good night!" Bender turned around and reached for his night robe and then walked into his room.
Leela sighed and looked at fry, "Well Fry, you've been awfully quiet tonight, you sure you don't need to be in the hospital for one more night?"
Fry looked at her, he could tell the she was a little worried about Fry, ever since the bee accident and that hockey puck to the face. He could tell that maybe something was going on here.
"No, I'll be fine," he yawned, "That morphine is starting to wear off, I think I'll hit they hay."
Leela yawned as well, "Me too."
"Where are you going to sleep?" Fry asked.
"I was thinking of sleeping on the couch." Leela replied.
"Well, actually if you want I can bring out the inflatable bed and set it up in my room."
Leela thought about it for a second, "Well, Fry you don't have to-"
But it was too late, Fry was already blowing up the bed. He took out a roll of some material and fit a blowing machine labeled "blow-o-magic" on the side of it. The edge of the pipe that pushed the air out was shaped, incidentally, like lips. The machine filled the material into a bed shape form, which after that seemed to blow out four legs and two side tables, and then a lamp.
Leela smiled at the gesture, "Okay, maybe for tonight."
Fry smiled, and took the offer, he went to the bathromm to change, which seemed pretty useless because he slept in his underwear, and left Leela for her own privacy. After they were ready, they shut everything down, Fry crawled in his bed and Leela crawled in the inflatable bed.
"'night." Fry shouted.
"Goodnight" Leela replied as she was getting comfortable.
Outside of the apartment building and across the street, two mysterious dark figures waited underneath a street light. One was shuffling a deck of cards, another one was looking at his watch.
"It's time" The dark figure said to the other. The other figure nodded and put the deck of cards in a carton labelled "Dungeons and dragons Role playing cards". They walked towards the apartment building.
A/N: and there begins the very first chapter of my second series. Going to be a bit more action and humor in the next chapter, and who knows, maybe some romance at the end of the fic. I'll stop trying to be a review grabber now. I'll try to update by this weekend.