Sara woke up at her 'usual' time, and swore loudly enough to wake up CyberSix when she
saw that it was almost 8:30. Getting up, she rushed through her routine, managing to get clean,
dressed for business, and have breakfast in record time. Hearing CyberSix thump down the stairs with
the cane, Sara looked at her friend, inhaled lightly, and said "You really need a shower. After
breakfast, you are hereby ordered to get clean before I get back from my interview. How's the
injuries?" Sara checked the (now-healed) wounds, and probed at the spots where the bones were
broken, and after deeming the ribs sufficiently healed, she ripped the tape off.
"OOWWW! DAMMIT! Remind me to never let you near me with duct tape again." Six
examined the red welts left behind by the tape's removal, muttered about it being better than the
alternative, and walked into the kitchen. "Hey Sara, I'll try not to torch your house through my
cooking, so you don't have to worry about it while suffering through the job interrogation." Sara
grinned and replied "Yeah. Suuure you won't. I'll be back at about one, and I don't want to find
ashes instead of a house. Take care."
She walked into the garage after getting her coat, and in about a minute, she had driven out
to the end of her driveway. After closing the garage door, Sara used the semi-scenic route to the
school, spending almost an hour just looking around as she drove. After locking up her bike, and
putting her coat in one of the bags, she walked into the school, and to the main office.
Entering the stuffy room, she walked over to a young woman who was chain smoking
cigarettes, and after being ignored for five minutes with smoke rings floating about her head only let
her have an excuse for reaching over and crushing the newest addition to the ashtray before it even
got to the match. "Ah, now that I have your attention, and can breathe properly, I would like to talk
to the principal of this school. Also, may I remind you that it is illegal to smoke on school property?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever. They tried to stop me less than a week ago. Anyhow, your name is..."
"Sara D'Arnise." "Okay, Miss D'Arnise, sit down, let me puff some more smoke rings in your general
direction, and the principal will be out in a few minutes. He's currently reviewing your files." Sara
grimaced at the idea of being smoked on, but shrugged, sat down in the offered chair, and produced
a pretty good imitation of Dr. Evil. "Riiigght..." Waiting for almost five minutes more allowed a fine
accumulation of smoke clouds to start floating around her head, and took the edge off of her mood,
but when the principal showed up, she still had a faint smile playing around the corners of her mouth.
"Ah. Good day Miss D'Arnise. Please excuse this reception given to you, she is a rookie.
Anyhow, come into my office so we can talk. I am quite curious about your past history." Sara stood
up, shook the offered hand, and walked into the office. Almost two hours later, Sara walked out of
the office with a huge grin on her face. "Thank you sir! Oh yeah, before I forget, I'm looking for a
teacher. His name's Lucas Amato. One of his friends asked me to tell him something.." the principal
smiled, and as he looked at Sara, she could see his mind wander. "Well, right now, he's in room 221.
It's just up the stairs, and about halfway down the hall. Oh, yeah. You get to start as the junior
biology teacher on Monday, so you should start studying the basics over the weekend."
Sara nodded, covered her mouth in order to hide a smirk as the principal began to drool, and
walked out of the office. Going up the stairs to the biology wing, she heard the bell ring and flattened
herself against the wall, seconds before an avalanche of students poured down the stairwell. After the
main crush had passed her, Sara continued to go up the stairs, occasionally having to shove through
clumps of stragglers, until she reached relatively even ground. Eventually, she got to 221, and hearing
loud shouts coming through the oak door, she decided to look in the window.
Managing to look through the grime-covered window was a feat unto itself because of the
smearing and slime covering the glass, but what she saw nearly gave her a coronary. Inside the room,
there were two students trying to help a large, blond haired man get a twelve-foot reticulated python
back into its cage, while fighting off a very angry monkey. Seeing that the python was about to
throttle the poor man, Sara opened the door, rushed over while kicking the door closed, and grabbed
the snake by the head. Forcing her hand to the back of its head before it turned the man's face deep
purple, she then squeezed slightly at the base of the skull, making the python go limp.
After helping the three people stuff the snake back into its cage, and managing to get a
restraining collar on the monkey before it started throwing shit at them, Sara leaned against the
cleanest desk and threw a lopsided grin at the three. "Well, that was an interesting meeting. Are all
your classes like this? By the way, my name's Sara." The big guy, straightened up and rubbed his
neck, where the snake had begun to squeeze. Looking at Sara, he then enthusiastically shook her
hand, nearly crushing the bones, and sat down on his desk. "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle! *Yeah,
his resemblance to a gorilla is uncanny.* If it isn't the toothpick herself!
"Lori, Erin, I want you to meet one of my friends and classmates back when I was an
exchange student at Toronto U. oddly enough, she helped me with my studies so I could get my
master's degree in biology." Sara nodded and shook hands with both girls, before remembering
something the principal had told her. "Lori Anderson, right? The principal said that you and Erin are
the top hellraisers here. Well, when I start work on Monday, you two are going to be stripped of that
title." Sara looked at Lucas, and raising her eyebrow, said "Actually, I have a message for you, so
your twin cronies here can disappear."
Lori and Erin walked out of the room, whispering to each other about something that
produced a laugh, but they left Sara and Lucas inside the room. She gave Lucas a written copy of
CyberSix's message, along with her address and phone number. After reading the message, he
grinned and thanked her profusely, accidentally dislocating several bones in her left hand. "OW!
Fucking hell! Thanks for crushing it Lucas. Now how the hell am I gonna get home, when I can't use
the brakes on my bike now. Hang on a sec... [Insert horrible crunching and popping noises from her
hand] *I'm gonna have to pay for that later.*
Lucas grimaced as Sara popped the bones in her hand back into place, and heard Lori and Erin
gasp in sympathy from where they were eavesdropping. Looking at the damage done to the room by
the snake, and the efforts to contain it, Sara grimaced and helped him clean up the damage done.
Lucas looked at Sara oddly during the cleanup, but finally spoke his mind." I'm wondering how you
managed to stun that snake. If you hadn't, I would probably be turning into a plank about now, and
the school would need a new teacher." Sara grinned, then coughed as Lucas raised a cloud of dust
when he accidentally dropped an old book in front of her.
"Thanks. Anyhow, I stunned that thing by placing pressure on its spinal column through
several vertebrae. The reason why I can do that is because I minored in virology and osteo-pathology
way back when. Actually, you were there when I was finishing up my virology studies. The best part
of that was when you tied up a third of a frat house with duct tape, and used fifteen cans of whipped
cream in a strange and nauseating way." Lucas suddenly decided that a spot on the far wall was quite
interesting, and proceeded to avoid eye contact with Sara for a few minutes. "Hah! I knew you did
it because the members you strung up were the ones who had hazed you the day before. I was the
one who had to cut them down from the rafters, and boy did they scream like little girls when I
yanked the tape off."
Lucas chuckled and looked at Sara shortly. "Well, I need to get back to work, and I'll drop
by on the weekend. If not, I'll have probably been eaten by that snake, or be dying from some jungle
fever that our little friend has in his slobber." he waved in the direction of the now-calm monkey. Sara
chuckled at that, and opened the door. "Well, I need to get home anyhow. After all, on Monday I get
to keep you alive, despite your own stupidity." Sara grinned, ignored the glare she got thrown at her,
and closed the door behind her. Looking around, she called out "So, didja have fun listening in?
C'mon, I won't bite." Lori and Erin's heads popped out from behind an open locker and swore at
being discovered so easily. They walked over to Sara and looked at her quietly. Sara remembered
when she was as innocent looking as them, but pushed it out of her mind.
"I have a quick question for you two, but I also need to get home soon, so would you mind
walking with me?" Lori and Erin looked at each other, nodded, and when Sara started walking
towards the stairs, they followed. "Well, I know that the gorilla you call a biology teacher has been
here for at least five years, but other than his love of jokes, pranks, and the total lack of a survival
instinct, I know almost nothing about him. Care to fill me in about some of the gaps?" Lori, by
consensus started talking soon afterwards. "Well, almost every day he goes to a cafe down the street
with the English Lit. teacher. I swear, Mr. Adrian Seidelman is just totally dreamy. You just have to
meet him. Actually, he's been gone from the school since yesterday. I wonder where he went?" Sara
waved her hand in front of Lori's face just before she walked off the edge of the landing, and
therefore was saved from a rather painful tumble.
"Woah! Thanks. Anyhow, Lucas usually talks to Adrian during the lunch hour, but they also
spend a lot of time at the cafe. Oh yeah, Adrian told me this, but Lucas is not only a bottomless pit
all the time, but is a total sports nut. Well, we have to leave your presence before lunch is over, and
... oh my giddy aunt!" Sara had reached her bike, and after pulling on her coat, and checking the bike
for vandalism (thankfully there was none, otherwise some poor shmuck would have had a new
asshole torn into them) she thanked the two for the information, waved them back to avoid being
pelted by loose rocks in the asphalt, and tore out of the parking lot at about Mach one.
Lori turned to Erin as soon as Sara had turned out of sight, and exclaimed "Damn, she is a
monster on that machine. I bet that she's ex-military at least." Erin snorted in disgust and replied
"Yeah sure. I saw her resume. It says that she has no military training, and with her academic track
record, I'm inclined to believe her. But when I looked into her eyes, they seemed to be haunted by
something recent and painful. She's seen too many things that we wouldn't want to, and I doubt that
anyone would go to Yugoslavia in the middle of a civil war in order to study the animals there." Lori,
justifiably wondering about the origins of Sara, didn't reply and the two teens went back into the
school when the bell rang a few minutes later.
Unknown to any of the students, the entire conversation had been monitored, and the thin man
underneath the nearby tree smiled thinly. Standing up, he turned off the camcorder in his hand, and
placed it in his suitcase before walking away, talking to himself. "Hmm. So the woman may be trying
to foster a friendship with those two? I need to report this to Jose."
Sara, meanwhile, was ecstatic at getting the job, and after parking in the garage she went
inside her house. Seeing that the TV was on, Sara walked into the room, and saw that CyberSix was
watching a cooking show while taking notes. Smiling, Sara walked into the kitchen before her friend
noticed her, and grimaced at the knowledge that she was going to have to paint over several scorch
marks on the ceiling, but when she mooched from a plateful of cookies, she noticed that CyberSix's
cooking skills were much improved.
Walking back to the TV room with a few cookies in hand, she looked at CyberSix, who was
focussed on the show, and writing down a recipe for honey-glazed chicken. After she was finished,
Sara looked at her, grinned, and broke the news. "I finally managed to get a good job!" she then
broke into a corrupted version of the "Red Dwarf shuffle" around the room, much to the amusement
of both women, then hugged Six. Sara's happiness and enthusiasm made CyberSix laugh, and after
dancing round for a while, Sara collapsed into her favourite chair. Wearing a huge grin, she looked
at CyberSix for a minute, then became slightly more serious.
"These cookies are good, y'know. Just wondering, but are they store bought?" CyberSix
laughed at that and replied. "Nope, they're all home-made. However, when I tried to make
quesadillas the blasts of flame were too much. Sorry about the scorch marks, but I did manage to
avoid destroying the kitchen." Sara smiled and shook her head. "I really don't mind if the kitchen is
cooked, so long as you remain alive. After all, you are still a patient. How's the leg?" Six shrugged,
but when she got up, Sara saw that she was limping.
"Sit your ass back down! If you put much more strain on that break, you'll end up back where
you started: with another busted bone." Sara got up, went over to the kitchen and got Six a glass of
milk. After Six drank it because Sara nagged at her for about ten minutes, they nearly cracked when
Sara groaned about turning into her own mother. Soon enough, Sara had grabbed a large, plush
pillow and proceeded to start an entertaining fight with her friend, which ended up with several
busted pillows and a cloud of feathers floating around the living room.
"Well, that was fun." Sara looked like a deranged puffball holding an empty pillowcase, while
Six had been covered with enough feathers to have the appearance of a bunch of swans sitting on her.
"Har, har. You get the hoover. After all, I made you cookies, and dealt with your nagging." Six sat
up, displacing half the feathers and a shredded pillowcase onto the floor, and wagged a finger at Sara.
'This time, it was your fault. I still have to deal with the fact that you soaked me yesterday." Sara
chuckled, stood up, got the hoover, and cleaned up the mess.
When she noticed that it was almost 9 at night, Sara excused herself, and going into her room,
she cleared a large, open space in the middle of the room. Kicking off her shoes, Sara stripped down
to her undergarments before going through the snake kata of Pentjak Silat. After completing the
unique contortions required to finish the kata, she proceeded through the tiger and dragon forms as
well. When she finished the last form, Sara was not surprised to have the feeling of being watched,
and turned around fast enough to see Six leaning against the doorframe. "So, did you get an eyeful?"
Sara smiled as she walked past, getting a small towel from the bathroom which she draped over her
neck.
"Sorry Sara, but I heard you moving furniture around up here and wondered what you were
doing. That was a practice from one of the martial arts, right?" Sara grinned at Six's discomfort and
got dressed in her usual jeans and long shirt. "Well, you're right in that it's a practice form, but it's
from Silat. And, before you ask, I'm not telling where I learned it, and you aren't being taught it."
Six grimaced at that because she actually wanted to learn, but Sara shook her head when she tried
to talk her into it. "Sorry, but you are in no condition, and even if you were fine, I'd still say no.
Look, maybe I would, if you could spare a few years doing nothing but training, and I don't think
that's possible in your case.
"Oh yeah, the 'Bambi Eyes' trick will not get you anywhere." Sara had noticed that Six was
looking at her with eyes the size of toonies, and she had squeezed some tears out of the corners of
her eyes. Six gave up after a few minutes, and went back downstairs. Sara arranged her room back
to the way it was, then followed. She saw Six in the living room, curled up in the large chair, and she
decided that it was going to take about half an hour before Six decided to talk to her, so Sara went
into the kitchen and created something she had read in an old book on biological warfare: a triple
fried egg sandwich with chili sauce and chutney (you have to eat it before the bread dissolves).
Six had to wonder what Sara was doing in there, but when she saw the monstrosity that Sara
was eating, she nearly killed herself laughing. "Thanks, Six. I really needed that opinion of my
cooking. The thing one of my friends said after being subjected to this was that 'It's a cross between
food and bowel surgery.' Personally, I think he liked it." Sara sat down, and after placing the plate
on the coffee table in front of the TV, she waved her hand in front of Six's face. "Helloo... Earth to
CyberSix, we need a transmission here. Fine, be that way. Are you still ticked off at the eye thing?"
Sara paused long enough to see Six begin to smirk at the utter weirdness of her statement, then
continued. "Okay, I apologise for the Bambi eyes quote, but what's eating you? Something like my
sandwich going through that plate, for example? OH SHIT!"
Sara launched herself out of her seat and grabbed the large sandwich before it totally ate a
hole through the plate, and after looking at the damage done, she shrugged and ate the thing, much
to her friend's concern and disgust. "Umm, are you sure that can be eaten without totally destroying
your internals?" Sara chuckled and nodded. "Yep. In university, I survived on these almost
constantly. Scared the crap out of half my roommates too, because it always seemed to move towards
them when they weren't looking. Anyhow, it's getting late, and I want to actually get some sleep.
Have fun, but you still can't go roof-hopping until I say so."Sara smiled at Six, went upstairs, and fell
asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Next Day
saw that it was almost 8:30. Getting up, she rushed through her routine, managing to get clean,
dressed for business, and have breakfast in record time. Hearing CyberSix thump down the stairs with
the cane, Sara looked at her friend, inhaled lightly, and said "You really need a shower. After
breakfast, you are hereby ordered to get clean before I get back from my interview. How's the
injuries?" Sara checked the (now-healed) wounds, and probed at the spots where the bones were
broken, and after deeming the ribs sufficiently healed, she ripped the tape off.
"OOWWW! DAMMIT! Remind me to never let you near me with duct tape again." Six
examined the red welts left behind by the tape's removal, muttered about it being better than the
alternative, and walked into the kitchen. "Hey Sara, I'll try not to torch your house through my
cooking, so you don't have to worry about it while suffering through the job interrogation." Sara
grinned and replied "Yeah. Suuure you won't. I'll be back at about one, and I don't want to find
ashes instead of a house. Take care."
She walked into the garage after getting her coat, and in about a minute, she had driven out
to the end of her driveway. After closing the garage door, Sara used the semi-scenic route to the
school, spending almost an hour just looking around as she drove. After locking up her bike, and
putting her coat in one of the bags, she walked into the school, and to the main office.
Entering the stuffy room, she walked over to a young woman who was chain smoking
cigarettes, and after being ignored for five minutes with smoke rings floating about her head only let
her have an excuse for reaching over and crushing the newest addition to the ashtray before it even
got to the match. "Ah, now that I have your attention, and can breathe properly, I would like to talk
to the principal of this school. Also, may I remind you that it is illegal to smoke on school property?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever. They tried to stop me less than a week ago. Anyhow, your name is..."
"Sara D'Arnise." "Okay, Miss D'Arnise, sit down, let me puff some more smoke rings in your general
direction, and the principal will be out in a few minutes. He's currently reviewing your files." Sara
grimaced at the idea of being smoked on, but shrugged, sat down in the offered chair, and produced
a pretty good imitation of Dr. Evil. "Riiigght..." Waiting for almost five minutes more allowed a fine
accumulation of smoke clouds to start floating around her head, and took the edge off of her mood,
but when the principal showed up, she still had a faint smile playing around the corners of her mouth.
"Ah. Good day Miss D'Arnise. Please excuse this reception given to you, she is a rookie.
Anyhow, come into my office so we can talk. I am quite curious about your past history." Sara stood
up, shook the offered hand, and walked into the office. Almost two hours later, Sara walked out of
the office with a huge grin on her face. "Thank you sir! Oh yeah, before I forget, I'm looking for a
teacher. His name's Lucas Amato. One of his friends asked me to tell him something.." the principal
smiled, and as he looked at Sara, she could see his mind wander. "Well, right now, he's in room 221.
It's just up the stairs, and about halfway down the hall. Oh, yeah. You get to start as the junior
biology teacher on Monday, so you should start studying the basics over the weekend."
Sara nodded, covered her mouth in order to hide a smirk as the principal began to drool, and
walked out of the office. Going up the stairs to the biology wing, she heard the bell ring and flattened
herself against the wall, seconds before an avalanche of students poured down the stairwell. After the
main crush had passed her, Sara continued to go up the stairs, occasionally having to shove through
clumps of stragglers, until she reached relatively even ground. Eventually, she got to 221, and hearing
loud shouts coming through the oak door, she decided to look in the window.
Managing to look through the grime-covered window was a feat unto itself because of the
smearing and slime covering the glass, but what she saw nearly gave her a coronary. Inside the room,
there were two students trying to help a large, blond haired man get a twelve-foot reticulated python
back into its cage, while fighting off a very angry monkey. Seeing that the python was about to
throttle the poor man, Sara opened the door, rushed over while kicking the door closed, and grabbed
the snake by the head. Forcing her hand to the back of its head before it turned the man's face deep
purple, she then squeezed slightly at the base of the skull, making the python go limp.
After helping the three people stuff the snake back into its cage, and managing to get a
restraining collar on the monkey before it started throwing shit at them, Sara leaned against the
cleanest desk and threw a lopsided grin at the three. "Well, that was an interesting meeting. Are all
your classes like this? By the way, my name's Sara." The big guy, straightened up and rubbed his
neck, where the snake had begun to squeeze. Looking at Sara, he then enthusiastically shook her
hand, nearly crushing the bones, and sat down on his desk. "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle! *Yeah,
his resemblance to a gorilla is uncanny.* If it isn't the toothpick herself!
"Lori, Erin, I want you to meet one of my friends and classmates back when I was an
exchange student at Toronto U. oddly enough, she helped me with my studies so I could get my
master's degree in biology." Sara nodded and shook hands with both girls, before remembering
something the principal had told her. "Lori Anderson, right? The principal said that you and Erin are
the top hellraisers here. Well, when I start work on Monday, you two are going to be stripped of that
title." Sara looked at Lucas, and raising her eyebrow, said "Actually, I have a message for you, so
your twin cronies here can disappear."
Lori and Erin walked out of the room, whispering to each other about something that
produced a laugh, but they left Sara and Lucas inside the room. She gave Lucas a written copy of
CyberSix's message, along with her address and phone number. After reading the message, he
grinned and thanked her profusely, accidentally dislocating several bones in her left hand. "OW!
Fucking hell! Thanks for crushing it Lucas. Now how the hell am I gonna get home, when I can't use
the brakes on my bike now. Hang on a sec... [Insert horrible crunching and popping noises from her
hand] *I'm gonna have to pay for that later.*
Lucas grimaced as Sara popped the bones in her hand back into place, and heard Lori and Erin
gasp in sympathy from where they were eavesdropping. Looking at the damage done to the room by
the snake, and the efforts to contain it, Sara grimaced and helped him clean up the damage done.
Lucas looked at Sara oddly during the cleanup, but finally spoke his mind." I'm wondering how you
managed to stun that snake. If you hadn't, I would probably be turning into a plank about now, and
the school would need a new teacher." Sara grinned, then coughed as Lucas raised a cloud of dust
when he accidentally dropped an old book in front of her.
"Thanks. Anyhow, I stunned that thing by placing pressure on its spinal column through
several vertebrae. The reason why I can do that is because I minored in virology and osteo-pathology
way back when. Actually, you were there when I was finishing up my virology studies. The best part
of that was when you tied up a third of a frat house with duct tape, and used fifteen cans of whipped
cream in a strange and nauseating way." Lucas suddenly decided that a spot on the far wall was quite
interesting, and proceeded to avoid eye contact with Sara for a few minutes. "Hah! I knew you did
it because the members you strung up were the ones who had hazed you the day before. I was the
one who had to cut them down from the rafters, and boy did they scream like little girls when I
yanked the tape off."
Lucas chuckled and looked at Sara shortly. "Well, I need to get back to work, and I'll drop
by on the weekend. If not, I'll have probably been eaten by that snake, or be dying from some jungle
fever that our little friend has in his slobber." he waved in the direction of the now-calm monkey. Sara
chuckled at that, and opened the door. "Well, I need to get home anyhow. After all, on Monday I get
to keep you alive, despite your own stupidity." Sara grinned, ignored the glare she got thrown at her,
and closed the door behind her. Looking around, she called out "So, didja have fun listening in?
C'mon, I won't bite." Lori and Erin's heads popped out from behind an open locker and swore at
being discovered so easily. They walked over to Sara and looked at her quietly. Sara remembered
when she was as innocent looking as them, but pushed it out of her mind.
"I have a quick question for you two, but I also need to get home soon, so would you mind
walking with me?" Lori and Erin looked at each other, nodded, and when Sara started walking
towards the stairs, they followed. "Well, I know that the gorilla you call a biology teacher has been
here for at least five years, but other than his love of jokes, pranks, and the total lack of a survival
instinct, I know almost nothing about him. Care to fill me in about some of the gaps?" Lori, by
consensus started talking soon afterwards. "Well, almost every day he goes to a cafe down the street
with the English Lit. teacher. I swear, Mr. Adrian Seidelman is just totally dreamy. You just have to
meet him. Actually, he's been gone from the school since yesterday. I wonder where he went?" Sara
waved her hand in front of Lori's face just before she walked off the edge of the landing, and
therefore was saved from a rather painful tumble.
"Woah! Thanks. Anyhow, Lucas usually talks to Adrian during the lunch hour, but they also
spend a lot of time at the cafe. Oh yeah, Adrian told me this, but Lucas is not only a bottomless pit
all the time, but is a total sports nut. Well, we have to leave your presence before lunch is over, and
... oh my giddy aunt!" Sara had reached her bike, and after pulling on her coat, and checking the bike
for vandalism (thankfully there was none, otherwise some poor shmuck would have had a new
asshole torn into them) she thanked the two for the information, waved them back to avoid being
pelted by loose rocks in the asphalt, and tore out of the parking lot at about Mach one.
Lori turned to Erin as soon as Sara had turned out of sight, and exclaimed "Damn, she is a
monster on that machine. I bet that she's ex-military at least." Erin snorted in disgust and replied
"Yeah sure. I saw her resume. It says that she has no military training, and with her academic track
record, I'm inclined to believe her. But when I looked into her eyes, they seemed to be haunted by
something recent and painful. She's seen too many things that we wouldn't want to, and I doubt that
anyone would go to Yugoslavia in the middle of a civil war in order to study the animals there." Lori,
justifiably wondering about the origins of Sara, didn't reply and the two teens went back into the
school when the bell rang a few minutes later.
Unknown to any of the students, the entire conversation had been monitored, and the thin man
underneath the nearby tree smiled thinly. Standing up, he turned off the camcorder in his hand, and
placed it in his suitcase before walking away, talking to himself. "Hmm. So the woman may be trying
to foster a friendship with those two? I need to report this to Jose."
Sara, meanwhile, was ecstatic at getting the job, and after parking in the garage she went
inside her house. Seeing that the TV was on, Sara walked into the room, and saw that CyberSix was
watching a cooking show while taking notes. Smiling, Sara walked into the kitchen before her friend
noticed her, and grimaced at the knowledge that she was going to have to paint over several scorch
marks on the ceiling, but when she mooched from a plateful of cookies, she noticed that CyberSix's
cooking skills were much improved.
Walking back to the TV room with a few cookies in hand, she looked at CyberSix, who was
focussed on the show, and writing down a recipe for honey-glazed chicken. After she was finished,
Sara looked at her, grinned, and broke the news. "I finally managed to get a good job!" she then
broke into a corrupted version of the "Red Dwarf shuffle" around the room, much to the amusement
of both women, then hugged Six. Sara's happiness and enthusiasm made CyberSix laugh, and after
dancing round for a while, Sara collapsed into her favourite chair. Wearing a huge grin, she looked
at CyberSix for a minute, then became slightly more serious.
"These cookies are good, y'know. Just wondering, but are they store bought?" CyberSix
laughed at that and replied. "Nope, they're all home-made. However, when I tried to make
quesadillas the blasts of flame were too much. Sorry about the scorch marks, but I did manage to
avoid destroying the kitchen." Sara smiled and shook her head. "I really don't mind if the kitchen is
cooked, so long as you remain alive. After all, you are still a patient. How's the leg?" Six shrugged,
but when she got up, Sara saw that she was limping.
"Sit your ass back down! If you put much more strain on that break, you'll end up back where
you started: with another busted bone." Sara got up, went over to the kitchen and got Six a glass of
milk. After Six drank it because Sara nagged at her for about ten minutes, they nearly cracked when
Sara groaned about turning into her own mother. Soon enough, Sara had grabbed a large, plush
pillow and proceeded to start an entertaining fight with her friend, which ended up with several
busted pillows and a cloud of feathers floating around the living room.
"Well, that was fun." Sara looked like a deranged puffball holding an empty pillowcase, while
Six had been covered with enough feathers to have the appearance of a bunch of swans sitting on her.
"Har, har. You get the hoover. After all, I made you cookies, and dealt with your nagging." Six sat
up, displacing half the feathers and a shredded pillowcase onto the floor, and wagged a finger at Sara.
'This time, it was your fault. I still have to deal with the fact that you soaked me yesterday." Sara
chuckled, stood up, got the hoover, and cleaned up the mess.
When she noticed that it was almost 9 at night, Sara excused herself, and going into her room,
she cleared a large, open space in the middle of the room. Kicking off her shoes, Sara stripped down
to her undergarments before going through the snake kata of Pentjak Silat. After completing the
unique contortions required to finish the kata, she proceeded through the tiger and dragon forms as
well. When she finished the last form, Sara was not surprised to have the feeling of being watched,
and turned around fast enough to see Six leaning against the doorframe. "So, did you get an eyeful?"
Sara smiled as she walked past, getting a small towel from the bathroom which she draped over her
neck.
"Sorry Sara, but I heard you moving furniture around up here and wondered what you were
doing. That was a practice from one of the martial arts, right?" Sara grinned at Six's discomfort and
got dressed in her usual jeans and long shirt. "Well, you're right in that it's a practice form, but it's
from Silat. And, before you ask, I'm not telling where I learned it, and you aren't being taught it."
Six grimaced at that because she actually wanted to learn, but Sara shook her head when she tried
to talk her into it. "Sorry, but you are in no condition, and even if you were fine, I'd still say no.
Look, maybe I would, if you could spare a few years doing nothing but training, and I don't think
that's possible in your case.
"Oh yeah, the 'Bambi Eyes' trick will not get you anywhere." Sara had noticed that Six was
looking at her with eyes the size of toonies, and she had squeezed some tears out of the corners of
her eyes. Six gave up after a few minutes, and went back downstairs. Sara arranged her room back
to the way it was, then followed. She saw Six in the living room, curled up in the large chair, and she
decided that it was going to take about half an hour before Six decided to talk to her, so Sara went
into the kitchen and created something she had read in an old book on biological warfare: a triple
fried egg sandwich with chili sauce and chutney (you have to eat it before the bread dissolves).
Six had to wonder what Sara was doing in there, but when she saw the monstrosity that Sara
was eating, she nearly killed herself laughing. "Thanks, Six. I really needed that opinion of my
cooking. The thing one of my friends said after being subjected to this was that 'It's a cross between
food and bowel surgery.' Personally, I think he liked it." Sara sat down, and after placing the plate
on the coffee table in front of the TV, she waved her hand in front of Six's face. "Helloo... Earth to
CyberSix, we need a transmission here. Fine, be that way. Are you still ticked off at the eye thing?"
Sara paused long enough to see Six begin to smirk at the utter weirdness of her statement, then
continued. "Okay, I apologise for the Bambi eyes quote, but what's eating you? Something like my
sandwich going through that plate, for example? OH SHIT!"
Sara launched herself out of her seat and grabbed the large sandwich before it totally ate a
hole through the plate, and after looking at the damage done, she shrugged and ate the thing, much
to her friend's concern and disgust. "Umm, are you sure that can be eaten without totally destroying
your internals?" Sara chuckled and nodded. "Yep. In university, I survived on these almost
constantly. Scared the crap out of half my roommates too, because it always seemed to move towards
them when they weren't looking. Anyhow, it's getting late, and I want to actually get some sleep.
Have fun, but you still can't go roof-hopping until I say so."Sara smiled at Six, went upstairs, and fell
asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Next Day