A.N. - This is a parody, strictly for fun, strictly tongue-in-cheek. If this is not your cup of tea, feel free to skip this one!
(I must confess that I am also among the guilty in inflicting injuries on a certain curly haired detective.)
Not Again!
Dan Williams lay sprawled on the pavement, dazed from a glancing blow to his head. As he fought to remain conscious, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye: a large telescopic lens was pointed directly at him! Panic seized him when he realized what was happening…again. He braced himself, for he had no idea what variety of torment he would have to endure this time. Those fan fiction writers had spotted him and he was virtually defenseless to control the injuries they would inflict upon him.
"Danno!"
He could hear the urgent concern in the voice of his mentor and saw the dark-haired detective running toward him.
"No Steve, get out of here!" Danny desperately called out. "It's them! They'll be after you, too! Now run!"
Steve was torn between his own safety and coming to the aid of his second-in-command. He knew that Danny's warning of danger was completely justified. Steve had had his own agonizing experiences at the hands of those relentless writers. But it seemed to him that his young protégé had received the lion's share of the senseless attacks in the recent past, so maybe he could chance it. He continued toward his downed officer.
"No, Steve, don't come any closer. Go get Chin and Duke! They're probably safe. Don't risk yourself!"
Danny once again tried to warn away his best friend, though his voice was weaker as his strength continued to wane. Steve finally reached him, gripped him by the arms and pulled him to the relative safety of a nearby patrol car, keeping his head down all the way.
"Easy, Danno, you're safe now," Steve soothed, checking the bleeding wound on the young man's curly head, his own hands unsteady with fear. "I'm going to get you to the hospital. You'll be fine."
o-o-o
"He was lucky this time, Steve," Doc Bergman began, shoving his hands into the pockets of his white lab coat. "The wound isn't serious and if he has a concussion, it's only a slight one. I am puzzled by his vitals, though. His heart rate and respiration are both quite high as if he's in panic mode."
"It's those fan fiction writers again, Doc," Steve said sadly, shaking his head. "Danno spotted them after he was hit."
"Oh them again!" the gruff coroner replied in an annoyed tone. "That explains it. Steve, you have to do something about them. If you don't, my best medical advice to our young friend here will be to change careers!"
"I know what you mean, Doc," Steve replied, meeting Bergman's serious gaze. "But we've tried every possible precaution and they still find us; they're always there. I'd rather face Wo Fat again than those writers. There ought to be a law!"
Pau