Dangerous Games: Teaser
by Tinselcat
Rated: PG (probably will increase)
Summary: It's a teaser. Easy as that.
Disclaimer: St. Canard, Darkwing Duck, Gosalyn, Launchpad, and Negaduck are all property and creations of Disney and are used without permission. Dr. Kamo Quack is a creation and property of myself.
Note: well, after a summer of doing TMNT fics, I'm back in St. Canard. In all honesty, I missed writing DWD fics and look forward to picking up where I left off. I will indeed be getting back to slash, although I'm not sure if this fic will contain any. We'll see. This fic takes place after Dynasty Ducks and Steel(beak) Magnolias, although it isn't essential to have read those fics to understand this one. I'd recommend it, though. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys Dangerous Games.
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Dr. Quack removed her glasses and rubbed a thumb and forefinger into her eyes. She groaned, stretched her hands behind her back and flinched as she heard several vertebrae crack. Exhaling, she slumped back over her desk, stuck her glasses back on her beak. She studied the latest chemical equation which had been hastily scribbled on the jumbled page before her. She shook her head. No. no, that just wouldn't work. She looked over her messily written work. Sighing, she crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it in the general direction of the trash can, where it joined others, clustered on the floor around the garbage.
The short scientist stood up and walked past a table sporting a delicate array of carefully treated chemicals, to one of the wide windows. She looked at the clock. 12:45. It was quiet on this part of the University of St. Canard campus. All the science buildings save for hers were dark. The occasional car drove by. She thought nothing of the van parked across the street, where that part of campus ended and the outside world of St. Canard began. She glanced back at the table of chemicals. No answer was forthcoming from the assortment of powders and liquids. Perhaps she wasn't meant to find an answer. Maybe there was fate after all, and hers did not involve finishing the project. Would that be so bad? Perhaps this was the sign that the undertaking of this project was too risky to begin with, and she should just drop the whole damn thing.
No. she shook her head, her light brown hair falling over her eyes. No, she was going to finish this. she couldn't be defeated like that. She was too smart, too clever. Why, what was the world coming to when the greatest researcher in St. Canard quit? Chaos, that was what it would come to. It was late, she was tired, and her brain had been working in overdrive for more than 16 hours. She would go home, get some food and some sleep, and return to the lab later, with a fresh mind and the drive to discover.
There was no warning, no anticipation for the blast. All she saw was a flash of light before darkness, and a blooming flower of fire emerged from the building, illuminating the night, challenging the cold stars above.
**************** WA HA HA HAAAA!! I love being evil! Evilness! Nya hah! I certainly hope to get reviews! If I don't get reviews, I'm forwarding all my spam from hotmail to Roamingtigress, Spug and the Lauderdale!! Actually, I probably won't, but I still want reviews! Pleeeeez? Um, I realize that there's probably not much to review at this point, but I'm still going to complain about it. no, I havn't matured over the summer.
by Tinselcat
Rated: PG (probably will increase)
Summary: It's a teaser. Easy as that.
Disclaimer: St. Canard, Darkwing Duck, Gosalyn, Launchpad, and Negaduck are all property and creations of Disney and are used without permission. Dr. Kamo Quack is a creation and property of myself.
Note: well, after a summer of doing TMNT fics, I'm back in St. Canard. In all honesty, I missed writing DWD fics and look forward to picking up where I left off. I will indeed be getting back to slash, although I'm not sure if this fic will contain any. We'll see. This fic takes place after Dynasty Ducks and Steel(beak) Magnolias, although it isn't essential to have read those fics to understand this one. I'd recommend it, though. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys Dangerous Games.
*****************
Dr. Quack removed her glasses and rubbed a thumb and forefinger into her eyes. She groaned, stretched her hands behind her back and flinched as she heard several vertebrae crack. Exhaling, she slumped back over her desk, stuck her glasses back on her beak. She studied the latest chemical equation which had been hastily scribbled on the jumbled page before her. She shook her head. No. no, that just wouldn't work. She looked over her messily written work. Sighing, she crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it in the general direction of the trash can, where it joined others, clustered on the floor around the garbage.
The short scientist stood up and walked past a table sporting a delicate array of carefully treated chemicals, to one of the wide windows. She looked at the clock. 12:45. It was quiet on this part of the University of St. Canard campus. All the science buildings save for hers were dark. The occasional car drove by. She thought nothing of the van parked across the street, where that part of campus ended and the outside world of St. Canard began. She glanced back at the table of chemicals. No answer was forthcoming from the assortment of powders and liquids. Perhaps she wasn't meant to find an answer. Maybe there was fate after all, and hers did not involve finishing the project. Would that be so bad? Perhaps this was the sign that the undertaking of this project was too risky to begin with, and she should just drop the whole damn thing.
No. she shook her head, her light brown hair falling over her eyes. No, she was going to finish this. she couldn't be defeated like that. She was too smart, too clever. Why, what was the world coming to when the greatest researcher in St. Canard quit? Chaos, that was what it would come to. It was late, she was tired, and her brain had been working in overdrive for more than 16 hours. She would go home, get some food and some sleep, and return to the lab later, with a fresh mind and the drive to discover.
There was no warning, no anticipation for the blast. All she saw was a flash of light before darkness, and a blooming flower of fire emerged from the building, illuminating the night, challenging the cold stars above.
**************** WA HA HA HAAAA!! I love being evil! Evilness! Nya hah! I certainly hope to get reviews! If I don't get reviews, I'm forwarding all my spam from hotmail to Roamingtigress, Spug and the Lauderdale!! Actually, I probably won't, but I still want reviews! Pleeeeez? Um, I realize that there's probably not much to review at this point, but I'm still going to complain about it. no, I havn't matured over the summer.