Life of a Towel
Fanfic by: NekoSama (aka Chris)
Email: nekosama@ix.netcom.com
Catagory:Humor
Rating: PG
Summary: A story from Darien's towel's POV
Spoiler: The Other Invisible Man
Standard disclaimer: The Invisible Man and all the characters are not mine and are used without permission. I am not getting paid for this.
A/N: This is what happens at 4:30 AM when I got bored in the chatroom and decide to take up a challenge. Hugs and thanks to Liz/Lucy for encouraging me to post this insanity.
I wake in the morning as the sun shines in the bedroom window. I absorb a little of the warmth so my owner will get dry even quicker. He takes good care of me and I of him.
I hear him stir in the bedroom and know he will be in here soon.
His feet land on the floor softly and he walks into the bathroom.
He's only in for a minute before he goes and makes himself some breakfast. I wait for him to return wanting to be ready for him.
He undresses and comes back after he eats. I enjoy seeing his sleek hard body everyday. The water runs for a few minutes as he cleans himself and washes his hair.
Finally the water stops and he emerges dripping water over his entire body. He's glorious.
He picks me up and brushes me through his fine long hair quickly. He passes me over his whole body and I absorb the water from him, my purpose being fulfilled.
He finally wraps me around his waist snugly, and I touch him where no one else has for so long now. An intimate caress that I alone have been able to grant him.
He parades in front of his mirror and smiles. I like it when he does that. Then he starts to speak.
"My name is Darien Fawkes, they call me furious D..."
How could someone so gentle be called furious? I'm confused.
"And I'm the coolest secret agent that you never did see."
But I CAN see him, and feel him, but I'm only a towel.
"The man turned me invisible, made me be miserable..."
He's upset? That is not a good thing. Ah, he's set me down now so he can dress, but he continues speaking. Is he talking to me?
"You mess with my hair and I'm bound to get physical."
Of course. His hair is wonderful. I enjoy when he passes me through it, the long soft locks rushing through my fibers.
"Now I was locked down and looking at life, four walls and a guy named butch for a wife."
He was locked away? Who would care for him as much as I have?
"When my brother undercover said that we could help each other, if his mother of a brother would go under the knife."
He's fully dressed now and getting ready to leave again. Under the knife? Someone hurt him? Is that why he's so sad so often?
"A hole in my head, gland in my brain, needle in my vein or I go insane..."
Insane? Who has put him through this torture? He's to kind and gentle to deserve that. He's left me on the bed again. I really don't mind. I'll see him when he comes home.
"That's the curse of quicksilva, the stuff that bends light. I get closer to madness the more I step outta---"
He's interrupted as the door bursts open. It's his friend, the short one. Oh no! Why is he hurting him? I wish I could stop him, but I'm only a towel...
The End.
Feedback is welcome... mainly whether or not I should be committed...
Fanfic by: NekoSama (aka Chris)
Email: nekosama@ix.netcom.com
Catagory:Humor
Rating: PG
Summary: A story from Darien's towel's POV
Spoiler: The Other Invisible Man
Standard disclaimer: The Invisible Man and all the characters are not mine and are used without permission. I am not getting paid for this.
A/N: This is what happens at 4:30 AM when I got bored in the chatroom and decide to take up a challenge. Hugs and thanks to Liz/Lucy for encouraging me to post this insanity.
I wake in the morning as the sun shines in the bedroom window. I absorb a little of the warmth so my owner will get dry even quicker. He takes good care of me and I of him.
I hear him stir in the bedroom and know he will be in here soon.
His feet land on the floor softly and he walks into the bathroom.
He's only in for a minute before he goes and makes himself some breakfast. I wait for him to return wanting to be ready for him.
He undresses and comes back after he eats. I enjoy seeing his sleek hard body everyday. The water runs for a few minutes as he cleans himself and washes his hair.
Finally the water stops and he emerges dripping water over his entire body. He's glorious.
He picks me up and brushes me through his fine long hair quickly. He passes me over his whole body and I absorb the water from him, my purpose being fulfilled.
He finally wraps me around his waist snugly, and I touch him where no one else has for so long now. An intimate caress that I alone have been able to grant him.
He parades in front of his mirror and smiles. I like it when he does that. Then he starts to speak.
"My name is Darien Fawkes, they call me furious D..."
How could someone so gentle be called furious? I'm confused.
"And I'm the coolest secret agent that you never did see."
But I CAN see him, and feel him, but I'm only a towel.
"The man turned me invisible, made me be miserable..."
He's upset? That is not a good thing. Ah, he's set me down now so he can dress, but he continues speaking. Is he talking to me?
"You mess with my hair and I'm bound to get physical."
Of course. His hair is wonderful. I enjoy when he passes me through it, the long soft locks rushing through my fibers.
"Now I was locked down and looking at life, four walls and a guy named butch for a wife."
He was locked away? Who would care for him as much as I have?
"When my brother undercover said that we could help each other, if his mother of a brother would go under the knife."
He's fully dressed now and getting ready to leave again. Under the knife? Someone hurt him? Is that why he's so sad so often?
"A hole in my head, gland in my brain, needle in my vein or I go insane..."
Insane? Who has put him through this torture? He's to kind and gentle to deserve that. He's left me on the bed again. I really don't mind. I'll see him when he comes home.
"That's the curse of quicksilva, the stuff that bends light. I get closer to madness the more I step outta---"
He's interrupted as the door bursts open. It's his friend, the short one. Oh no! Why is he hurting him? I wish I could stop him, but I'm only a towel...
The End.
Feedback is welcome... mainly whether or not I should be committed...