Okay, this is the first chapter but it was the fiftieth written. I had it mostly planned out from the start, but to evade skimping I wrote them out of order. Luckily they're not in chronological order anyway. There'll be 100 at the end, so I'm halfway done now. SWEET!

All I own is the plot bunny, 'kay? Happy eighth month birthday to this fic.

This one-shot occurs during Kickassia.


The sun had set some time ago, and it had grown chilly in the newly renamed Kickassia. Linkara was still awake, sitting at the kitchen table. His hat lay on the table in front of him. Quietly he dialed a number on his cell phone.

"Hello?" came his girlfriend's voice as she picked up. Linkara smiled faintly. "Hi, sweetie. We took over Molassia, renaming it Kickassia. Awesome, right?"

"Very. When are you coming home, though? I miss you already."

"I miss you too," Linkara sighed, pushing up his glasses. "But I don't think I'll be coming home for another week or so at the least."

"Oh…"

"I'll be home as soon as I can," Linkara promised. "I love you, Iron Liz."

"I love you too. Sleep tight, Linkara."

"You too, Iron Liz. Bye."

Closing his cell phone, Linkara leaned back in his chair with a sigh. Nostalgia Critic was more on edge than usual, as was his best friend.

When the kitchen door creaked open, Linkara opened his eyes. But it was just Spoony, paler than ever. Linkara doubted it was just the kitchen's white light.

"Hey."

"Hey," Spoony smiled lopsidedly, holding up his cell phone as the door closed behind him. "Just was checking in at home."

"Me too… I think everyone found a minute or two to do so today," Linkara acknowledged. "Everyone is a bit homesick or something."

"Or something," agreed Spoony, sitting down in the chair opposite Linkara's. "Scarlett is good, as is Miles."

"Dr. Insano?" asked Linkara. Spoony grinned wickedly. "He misses his arch-nemesis."

As Linkara groaned, he missed the flash of what could only be called 'science' flash in his best friend's eyes. It was gone when he resumed eye contact with his best friend.

"And you?"

"Not sure," shrugged Spoony. "My heart seems a-okay, which is nice."

"Very nice," Linkara agreed fervently. "I don't want anything to happen to you. Is everything okay? You've been acting a bit odd ever since we got here."

"Just overwhelmed, I guess," Spoony shrugged again. For seven or so minutes there was a comfortable silence between the two best friends. Then Spoony yawned.

"We ought to be going to bed soon… tomorrow the Critic will be handing out assignments. We're all getting roles in the Kickassian government. I asked to be part of the space program… I think I'll get it."

"I forgot about that," Linkara laughed. Spoony grinned. "Don't worry- Angry Joe told me Marzgurl requested for your aid in the Kickassian FBI."

"We're going to… of course we're going to have a FBI," sighed Linkara in resigned amusement. "Oh well. It'll be fun."

"Totally," agreed Spoony eagerly. "I'll probably get to blow stuff up!"

Linkara eyed him warily. "You might be spending too much time with your mad scientist tenant."

Spoony looked up at the ceiling. "You have no idea. Last week he tried to make it snow. In Arizona. In May."

"Poor Spoony," Linkara gently teased him. "Well, hopefully we'll still have time to do reviews in between our Kickassian duties. Plus I want to do a bit of research…"

"Oh?"

"Yeah: is it dwarfs or dwarves? I've seen both," Linkara grumbled. "But which one is correct?"

"I dunno… maybe I'll try my hand at a snow machine. It might be cool to have it snow in a desert, right?"

"Spoony, don't turn into Dr. Insano on me." Linkara shook his head, bemused. "Night."

"Night," Spoony replied as Linkara put his hat back on and left the kitchen. Eyes on his departing back Spoony whispered, "I'll try not to."