Leftover Alphabet Soup
A/N: Hey… remember that time when I existed?
Disclaimer: It's been too long.
I is for: Iggy Ignited
By Ninja C
Just another normal day in the flock household.
And we all know what that entails.
I strutted – yes, I admit it – down the hall. It was just before lunchtime, and I had successfully woken up Gazzy. The mention of food seemed to me to be the ticket.
I was actually heading for Iggy's room, one door past mine, but I noticed a flood of light streaming from under my open door. As I peered around the jamb with furrowed eyebrows, something flew through the air and hit me in the face. "OWWW!" I looked down to see what had clocked me.
It was my watch. (Get it? Watch, clocked - oh, never mind.)
A muffled oath issued from my cracked door, and who should come out holding a pile of indistinguishable junk… but Iggy.
"Ig?!" I screeched. "Why the hell are you in my room?!"
Iggy shut the door smartly. "Well, I'm not anymore," he said hurriedly. He snatched my watch from me. "Later, Max."
Jeb didn't spend two years training me for nothing. I grabbed Iggy's arm before he could move two feet. He dropped what he was holding. "Tell me," I said deathly.
"Uh, I, er - "
I looked down before he could finish, and gasped in astonishment. A mass of technology was now piled in the middle of the hall.
"What the hell, Ig?!" I whirled on him. "A bomb? In my room?!"
Iggy's sightless eyes darted to and fro, like they always did when he was under pressure.
"I'm disassembling this," I said, relinquishing the pyromaniac. Muttering to myself, I peered at all the differently-colored wires, twirling among several things I recognized as belonging to other members of the flock.
At a loss for where to start, I ripped out a wire attached to Nudge's curling iron. Immediately, dark smoke began to fizzle from it.
Iggy sniffed. "Oh, my god," he moaned. "Did you touch the green wire?"
"Yeah…" I drawled, looking at the chartreuse wire clutched in my fist.
Iggy swore, but I pretended not to hear it. "That's the time wire!" he shouted. "The bomb was supposed to get those moles who always dig through my section of the lawn! The watch was supposed to be the timer! Since it's not on the bomb, who knows when it'll - "
Iggy ran outside screaming, his hair aflame.
Fang peeked his head around the corner, taking in the destruction in the hall. I couldn't help but think that if Jeb were still here, he'd flip. "Any particular reason Iggy's head is in flames?"
"Don't ask."
A/N: Sorry, guys. This is why I can never be a published author; every time something goes that *leetle* bit wrong, I stop living.
On a side note, JUST FINISHED THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS SERIES. And OH MY GOD. I am a freaking psychic!
Anyway. Tassel gets J for Jabberwock. Make it frabjous.
(And gimme back my iPod.)