Twisted Steel
Don't own nuttin'!
Summary- THIS IS A STAND-ALONE SERIES! Magenta is badly injured in an accident. Who will find her? Brad? You got it, y'all. Will be a few chapters long, the discovery, Brad's reaction and eventually rehab. And in this one, Magenta kind of hates Brad at first but eventually warms up to him like in IWMTFF. Oh, and BTW, I would like to thank the people who actually read my stuff; Anne Oying, mysticaljazzy, opheliafrump, RHPSluvver13 and QueenCynder. And other people, but for now I'm just listing the regulars. If you would like to become one, read and review y'all!


Third Person.

Brad woke up covered in blood. He had slept with Magenta the previous night and she had flatly avoided his attempts to tape her up.

"Oh shit, my V- wait, I lost it... Screw that stupid high school celibacy club, celibacy my ass, Janet got a touch carried away that day, I should've known, there ain't no such thing as a stamp convention, unless it's in Janet's sister's closet and those stamps are Janet's many hickies..." He whined. She was still asleep, Brad felt himself getting hard as he stroked her red curls out of her face. There was blood on her face from the accident. Everyone else was still in the lab living on frozen pizza and popcorn. Brad wondered how long it would take for them to put two and two together and exit through the wheelchair hole in the wall. Magenta opened her bruised and still teary eyes,

"You voke up already?"

"Yeah, I have a question."

"Go ahead."

"Why did you react the way you did last night when I asked about your speech impediment?" Magenta inhaled and began,

"Vell, when my mother vas pregnant vith me, she vas still smoking."

"Oh, God..."

"Anyvay, I had a febrile seizure vhen I vas three months old, and that's pretty much vhat caused it."

"That's absolutely horrible."

"No, that's okay, I'm fine now."

"Magenta?"

"Yes?"

"Would you kill me if I said I loved you right now?"

"No, but I don't think you vould."

"I would... You're really beautiful."

"Aren't you vith Janet?"

"We broke up last week."

"Vhy?"

"I was in love with someone else."

"Really, who?" Brad gently touched Magenta's shoulder and she shuddered as he touched a deep gash on her arm,

"We just did it. Does that give you a hint?" Magenta stared, wide-eyed until Brad began to sweat, "Please don't vomit on me... And if you're gonna beat me up, try to avoid my glasses, I don't need a zillion cuts all over my face..." Brad cringed and braced himself,

"I'm not going to kill you."

"Don't sugarcoat it. Just do it, I'm not a virgin anyway, I'm impure... HIT ME!" Brad flailed off the edge of the bed and hit his head on the hardwood floor. "Ouch. I know you might not care, but I am in an extraordinarily large amount of pain, I am going to stand up now, if I am bleeding, please press something against the potential gash in my forehead, preferably your pelvis-"

"SCREW YOURSELF! NOW I'M ABOUT TO HIT YOU!" Magenta slapped Brad upside the head as he was standing up,

"That's better... Are you hungry, I'll make something!" Without warning Brad picked Magenta up and carried her down a few flights of stairs.

"DON'T DROP ME!"

"It's fine, now what the hell do you have in the fridge here?"

"Seeing as you ate most of it, ve don't have anything that isn't either rotten or invisible."

"Invisible food? Cool!"

"I don't think you ever matured past the age of 9."

"I didn't! I hit my growth spurt at a young-ass age! I've been growing like a nut since I was six."

"I've been PMSing since I vas 12."

"So I can knock you up!"

"Don't get any ideas."

"I could seriously start stripping you right now, I'm just gonna go for it."

"If you vant me to break your nuts."

"Sorry."