Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I claim to own any characters or concepts related to Shortpacked! This is a nonprofit work of fanfiction.
Comes With the Meal is a drabble collection, which means each story posted under this title will be exactly one hundred (100) words in length. As a general precaution, because from what I've seen the fandom is fairly divided over this, you should know my favorite character is Amber O'Malley and my OTP is Amber/Mike, so, yeah. The title, for the record, is a reference to the little toy that comes with the (kid's) meal at most fast good joints. I aced Explaining the Joke 101, if you were wondering.
This first drabble is set after the 11/02/2009 strip (which details Mike and Amber's return from NYC).
The Truth Must Out
In the face of reason and common sense, Robin persisted.
"C'mo-on," she wheedled. "You can tell me, O bestest bud o' mine."
"I thought I was dead to you."
"I can be your whatsit. Secret-keeper!"
Amber's jaw worked.
Robin thumped her fist on the desk. "I know you're Spider-car, Amber O'Malley!"
"It's Ultra Car!" Amber burst. "Spider-car is Ultra Car."
"Ch'yeah, right," said Robin. "Ain't no way mild-mannered Ultra Car is Spider-car."
Faintly Amber said, "I have to go ... check the stockroom." The 'and scream' lingered, unspoken.
Robin waved her off, magnanimous. "Take your time," she called. "I can wait."
This story was originally posted at livejournal on 11/02/2009.