A/N: After the positive feedback, I've decided to turn this into a oneshot series, some related, some not, some au and so on and so forth. So, without much further delay, I present my first humor one. Hopefully you'll get a few giggles out of it, and this one is unrelated to the last as well as AU.
Much to do About Shipping, or Why the F*** is there no Janentine?!
Jane was roused from a rather peaceful slumber by the soft glow of the computer monitor in the bedroom of the rather meager apartment she shared with her lover, and co-star on the popular television show The Dead Walk, Clementine Everret, a string of curses already tumbling from her lips. She had been having a rather pleasant dream involving a chocolate covered Clementine, a cyan Pegasus with a rainbow mane, and very little else when the dreadful light had pierced her eyes. After rubbing the sleep from the aforementioned eyes, she sat up and looked towards her eighteen year old girlfriend.
"Clementine" She began, but was cutoff by a rather troublesome yawn that only served to remind her that she was missing precious sleep. "Clementine, love, please tell me why you're on that godforsaken contraption at-" a quick glance at the bedside clock showed her the time "four o'clock in the blasted morning?" Her girlfriend's only reply was a cute but frustrated huff and the crossing of her petite arms. Jane sighed, that expression never meant anything good, and after taking a moment to properly mourn the loss of her pleasant dream, she turned, took one last look at her temptress of a pillow, and climbed out of bed.
Taking care not to trip over the hastily discarded clothing that had been lost when they had retired to bed a few hours earlier, both too tired to bother dressing in their respective pajamas after a rather taxing day on set, she made her way over to the computer, mentally congratulating herself for not falling flat over her on two feet as she was prone to doing when not onscreen, and took a seat in the extra chair.
Clementine greeted her with a quick peck on the lips before going back to furiously scanning the computer monitor. "Gahh, all I'm seeing is Cluke, Kennytine, and Clee, where's the good stuff? Where's the Janentine?" She questioned, exasperation apparent in her voice. Jane, with all of her infinite wisdom, could only stare blankly and briefly wonder when her girlfriend had picked up another language.
"Uh, what?" Was all she could muster up, hoping it was adequate enough to sate her irate girlfriend, as it was all her sleep addled mind could produce. Apparently, it worked as her girlfriend proceeded to scroll down, directing her attention to the computer.
"See, this is something called fan fiction, more particularly fan fiction about our show. All of these fans write stories about our characters, with varying genres and characters and such. I'm looking through the romance section right now." Jane could only nod, knowing how much Clem loved to read.
"I fail to see the problem babe." Jane said. Big mistake.
Clementine fixed her with a rather intimidating glare. "The problem Jane, is that almost NO ONE ships us! Oh sure, they throw me with Luke, Lee, or Kenny. Get it now?" Jane shrunk back in her seat and maybe, just maybe, squeaked a bit in terror, as she nodded frantically. Clementine nodded before going back to scrolling through the fics. "So, there's quite a bit of Cluke, Clee, and Kennytine. There's even some Juke. But no Janentine." She carefully reiterated for her girlfriend.
Jane nodded in understanding, (she secretly didn't get it) and wrapped her arms around her lover. "Well, now that I'm up, how about we make some real Janentine?" She asked.
Clementine could barely control the laughter that burst out at that.
A/N: I know, it's probably terrible, but oh well, it's past midnight and I'm tired, so deal with it. I had intended to leave this as a standalone oneshot as I stated, but oh well shit happens. Hope you enjoyed it, and as always, feel free to leave a review.