One Letter Stand

A/N: Welcome back to the third leg of our collab, One Letter Stand! For any newcomers out there, Ninja C, Akira43, and I have done two alphabetical Maximum Ride collaborations before, A Collab Of Alphabetical Proportions (on Ninja C's profile) and Leftover Alphabet Soup (on Akira43's profile). This one is special; it's sort of a mega-collab. You know, go out with a bang. Here, we have many (I don't know the number, ask Ninja C) different Maximum Ride authors contributing by doing a letter of the collab – hence, One Letter Stand.

If anyone cares, all three of us finished the 50,000 words of our NaNoWriMo novels last month, but none of us finished the actual novels. Guess December isn't so much of a reprieve.

Disclaimer: Though I believe JP has never done NaNoWriMo, he still manages to crank out, like, 20 books a year. Hmm. (I certainly can't write that fast.)

So I present:

A is for: Accurate
By Tassel630

Thunk.

I methodically flung another dart at the board.

Thunk.

The door cracked open. Fang's head appeared.

"Letting out some negative feelings?" he asked in an usually cheerful voice, cocking an eyebrow.

Thunk.

"Why are you so happy?" I growled.

He shrugged. "Bothering you is always a source of great amusement," he replied cheekily.

Thunk.

"I might remind you that I have several sharp, throwable objects in my hand at the moment," I huffed without looking at him.

"Yes, and for whatever reason, you're torturing your mother's poor wall with them."

I shot him an acidic look as I threw another dart. Thunk. "Shut up. I only missed three." The rest of them protruded from the board, not the drywall.

"You'd have thought you'd have better aim, with all your super-survival skills."

Thunk.

"Why are you so annoyed, anyway?"

"Why are you so annoying, anyway?" I shot back.

"Because when I see you this irritated about something petty, it would be a waste of an opportunity that fate has so graciously provided not to annoy you."

I glanced at him as I threw another dart. It whizzed through the air and hit the exact center of the dartboard. Thunk.

"I answered your question, now you have to tell me why you're annoyed," Fang insisted.

"Why can't you just be quiet like you used to be when we were on the run?" I grumbled under my breath. "Fine – I'm annoyed because someone left a comment on your blog that I didn't like."

"Been reading the words of the master?" he teased. "Which one was it?"

"I don't remember," I lied. Thunk.

"It was carrot_top_63, wasn't it?" he asked, grinning in a manner so mischievous for him that I paused in my dart-throwing to scoot farther down the couch, away from him. He was right, but I wasn't going to admit it.

"It's interesting, isn't it?" he taunted. "She thinks I'm wonderful."

"Again, sharp objects," I growled. Thunk.

"But you won't throw a dart at me," he asserted gleefully.

"Are you sure about that?" I snarled.

"Yup," he cackled. "'Cuz you loooooooove me, remember?"

I spun around and flung the last dart at him; seeing my sudden movement, he threw himself over the back of his chair and toward the door, but he was too slow. My aim was quite accurate, and the dart hit him squarely in the rear end.

"Bullseye," I drawled.

A/N: I wrote the first draft with a fountain pen. Just sayin'.

The next chapter is B is for Birthday (I think), and it will be written by Ninja C! I know, I know, you can't wait. Only a day, dearies.

Tassel out!