Yes all!!! Sensor girl is back in action!! My muse decided to start
poking me with a stick until I wrote something. It sounds lame but.but.it
was a sharp stick! And.and it had dirt on it! But I digress.anyway to get
back at my muse I bring you the following fic.
Sam: what? We didn't talk 'bout this!!
Sensor girl: *maniacal laughing*
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Sam stumbled into the kitchen in a half-awake half-asleep state. He looked at the clock in the kitchen. It read 6:30. he silently cursed early danger room sessions and stumbled over to his favorite morning pick-me-up. Glorious coffee! Wonderful glorious cafinated coffee!! His senses perked at the thought of miracle working liquid. He slowly reached out to grab the handle of the coffee pot. He was about to pour himself a cup when suddenly both the cup and the coffee pot slipped from his hands. He took a sharp breath inward as they plummeted to the tile below. Then *SMACK* the once useful items were now just shards of glass and coffee scattered across the once pristine floor. Sam stood there, jaw hanging, eyes wide. His favorite morning pick-me-up was DEAD! He wimpered as he looked over the spilled liquid. He heard voices coming his way. He realized he had to leave before someone saw him and decided to avenge the coffee maker. He stepped carefully yet quickly trying to avoid the shards of glass.but he'd totally forgotten about the spilled coffee. On the third step he skidded across the floor. He put his other foot down for balance. And it landed right on top of the glass he was trying so hard to avoid. "hmm!!" he bit down a yelp of pain as he hopped, one footed, out the back door. Safely out the back door he let his frustration out "oooww!!! Gosh-darnit!" he hopped over and sat on the nearest chair, painfully picking out shards of glass from beneath his foot. This wasn't going to be a good day, he decided. It was only 6:35 and he was already bleeding. He had a danger-room session in less than an hour. And worst of all.he'd killed the coffee maker!!
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next chapter....jean!!
Sam: what? We didn't talk 'bout this!!
Sensor girl: *maniacal laughing*
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Sam stumbled into the kitchen in a half-awake half-asleep state. He looked at the clock in the kitchen. It read 6:30. he silently cursed early danger room sessions and stumbled over to his favorite morning pick-me-up. Glorious coffee! Wonderful glorious cafinated coffee!! His senses perked at the thought of miracle working liquid. He slowly reached out to grab the handle of the coffee pot. He was about to pour himself a cup when suddenly both the cup and the coffee pot slipped from his hands. He took a sharp breath inward as they plummeted to the tile below. Then *SMACK* the once useful items were now just shards of glass and coffee scattered across the once pristine floor. Sam stood there, jaw hanging, eyes wide. His favorite morning pick-me-up was DEAD! He wimpered as he looked over the spilled liquid. He heard voices coming his way. He realized he had to leave before someone saw him and decided to avenge the coffee maker. He stepped carefully yet quickly trying to avoid the shards of glass.but he'd totally forgotten about the spilled coffee. On the third step he skidded across the floor. He put his other foot down for balance. And it landed right on top of the glass he was trying so hard to avoid. "hmm!!" he bit down a yelp of pain as he hopped, one footed, out the back door. Safely out the back door he let his frustration out "oooww!!! Gosh-darnit!" he hopped over and sat on the nearest chair, painfully picking out shards of glass from beneath his foot. This wasn't going to be a good day, he decided. It was only 6:35 and he was already bleeding. He had a danger-room session in less than an hour. And worst of all.he'd killed the coffee maker!!
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next chapter....jean!!