A/N - first time trying to write for this fandom, and possibly the last, but this idea needed to be written down. xD I'm not used to writing in 1st person either, but somehow it had to be told by Kyon. I don't think I could write a Haruhi fic any other way.

Edit: dude. wow. My deepest apologies, I seem to have messed up in a major way. oo;; I can't imagine why I would have said Asano instead of Nagato... especially since, thinking of that name, the first thing that comes to mind is Keigo Asano from Bleach, which... actually... comparing those two really makes me laugh. XDDD;; Anyway, sorry about that. Oo;; It was late when I was writing this... what can I say.

Haruhi had decided – or, rather, decreed – that the SOS Brigade was to produce another movie. The announcement came abruptly one lazy weekday afternoon when she slammed a stack of paper down in front of my face. "There," she declared. "That's your script, Kyon-kun. Read it thoroughly!"

She went on to say that she'd decided Asahina-san would not be the main character of her next film, but my relief was short-lived: I was her next victim. Sighing, I picked up the script and flipped through it, pausing only to check and see what the others were doing. Nagato had, predictably, ignored her script completely in favor of a thick novel she was already reading. Koizumi was reading his, an amused smile on his face. As for Asahina-san, she was currently being bullied yet again by our dear Haruhi-san, who was brandishing what might have been her costume.

I shook my head, skimming the script, and raised my eyebrows as I came to the end. "Haruhi, this ending is a complete cop-out, you know."

"Deus ex machina," Nagato murmured without raising her eyes from her book.

Haruhi looked at both of us in consternation, folding her arms. "What's that?"

"A deus ex machina?" I said, wondering how to explain. I'm not exactly the literary type. "It's like… oh… an ending where the gods come out of nowhere, change everything, and… it makes no sense…" I trailed off, struck by the familiarity of this. The others had not missed my unintended double meaning. Nagato looked up from her novel ever so briefly and glanced at me over her glasses, and Koizumi met my eyes from behind Haruhi's back and seemed to be trying not to laugh.

Haruhi had, of course, completely missed our moment of irony, and set her hands on her hips. "And is there something wrong with an ending like that?"

Suddenly I found it hard to keep from grinning like Koizumi, and prudently decided not to answer.