Quicksilver's Quill Offers
Blue Eyes... Beautiful Blue- Hey Wait!!! I Used That Title
Already.... Let's Call This Fic "The Stand In"
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Disclaimers: WHOA! QS is actually writing out a disclaimer! The
people below either are from Sailor Moon, or belong to themselves.
Author's Notes: Ok, here's the next part- one or two parts left, plus
an EVIL epilogue- Meredith, I'm borrowing Demando for it, ne?
I have about nine people left to insert (ie frequent people on the
list). I've been inserting randomly, trying to space people out
(the ones I know well are mixed up with the ones I don't). I'm
trying to make fun of people here evenly- no offense is meant.... I
AM trying to include as many as possible, but.... well, it'd be
impossible to get everyone.
PS_ No, A-chan, I don't hate you!!!


Saffir's forehead had beads of sweat on it as his eyes darted
around nervously, searching for an out. No such luck.
"Now how do we get the mask on you? There's nothing to hold
it up- I guess Mamo-chan must use some kind of magic. But since I
doubt you'll cooperate, we're going to have to figure something else
out...."
Saffir sat down on the floor rather stiffly, knowing that
Quicksilver would probably be distracted for the next few nminutes.
If he was patient, he might actualy end up with a chance to escape
her. He had known she was nuts- he just hadn't realized how crazy
nuts was.
"I have a suggestion," Patch said with a sweet smile.
"Yes?" Quicksilver asked.
"Superglue!" Patch said. She waved a little tube around like
it was a prize.
"I don't THINK so!" Quicksilver protested. "This is just a
temp gig for Saffir- I'd never be able to get it off, and I want to
be able to stare into his lovely blue eyes WITHOUT the mask."
"You are so not fun," Patch pouted, tossing her head and
stalking off, saying that she was going to go find something to use
the tube she had spent two dollars on. There was no point in
wasting it, after all.
"This is really depressing," Quicksilver sighed.
"Don't be depressed!! A cheery voice said, and a girl
popped up to match it. The girl was dressed in a cheerleading
outfit, complete with pink pom poms. The letters "SMRFF" were
embroidered on it, and though Quicksilver had never seen this girl
before, she had an idea who it was.
"You have to be Miriamele," Quicksilver said.
"Yup!" The girl said, pumping the pom poms in the air. "I'm
sure you can do it, QS! Just keep writing!!! I love it so far!!"
Then she did a cartwheel and vanished.
"I wonder if she's able to talk without exclamation marks,"
Quicksilver mused for a moment, then shook her head, dismissing the
thought. "Anyway, Saffir-chan, let's put this mask on!" She reached
out and tried to balance it on his nose, but he shook his head,
keeping her from getting it on.
"No!!! I have to draw the line somewhere!!! No, no, and
NO! What part of that don't you understand?"
"You've said that at LEAST three times in this fic, and I'm
not going to justify it with an answer this time. Just hold still-
this won't hurt a bit!" Quicksilver said, pouncing.
Saffir was amazingly agile, dodging with a flexibility that
QS would have thought impossible. After a few lunges and successive
failures, Quicksilver started to grow frustrated. Finally she
pulled out her mallet again and swung at Saffir, hitting him hard
enough to daze him.
"Quicksilver no baka!" a voice said from behind her, and
Quicksilver grinned as Antigone FINALLY made her appearence in the
fic, proving why she was co-founder of MAOOI (Mistunderstood and Out
Of It, the branch of the SMRFF devoted to people who spoke in
Japanese even when they didn't know the language).
"A-chan!" Quicksilver said, since she could NEVER pronounce
the name right. "Come here and help me!!! Grab him and hold him
still- he's got an incredible constitution, and I'm afraid he'll
regain conciousness before I can get this dumb thing on him."
"The mask isn't dumb!" Little Lady protested, coming from the
depths of nowhereness to take center stage. "I'll hold him down!"
"Thanks. I guess A-chan still hasn't forgiven me for the
little editing incident- I mean, I didn't INTENTIONALLY send it to
the entire list!"
Antigone hmphed and grabbed Saffir's arms, while Little Lady
held onto his legs.
"Thanks!" Quicksilver said, taking out some theatre glue and
putting a dap on his nose, then holding the mask down firmly. "It
isn't crooked, is it?"
"Nope," Antigine said, releasing him. The two left
together, plotting some kind of Usagi/Mamoru WAFF, and QS sighed
enviously. She still had to write the fic, and her star was
unconcious.
A half an hour later, she started to wonder if she had hit
him too hard. "WAAAAHHHHH!!! I killed my Saffir-chan!!!!"
Quicksilver wailed, big tears forming in her eyes.
"He's not dead," Mona said soothingly, patting Quicksilver on
the back. "But Laz-chan is right. You don't take good care of
him. Maybe you should give him to someone else."
WHAM!! Quicksilver used the mallet to bat Mona into the same
fic she had sent Sailor Sherry into. NO ONE was taking her Saffir
away from her!
"Saffir-chan?" she asked, noticing how his eyes were starting
to flutter underneath the white mask.
"Oh.... did anyone get the number of the space-craft that hit
me? And was Rubeus the one who was driving it?" he murmured before
his eyes focused on the girl in front of him. "Never mind that
question...." he sighed, as his thoughts collected themselves.
"Now that almost every SMRFF person I know personally has
made an appearence, we can FINALLY get on with the fic!"
"Don't be too sure of that," a voice said- a MALE voice.
Quicksilver felt shivers crawl up her spine. It could only
be one person.
"The Lone Pig!" she exclaimed, spinning around, only to be
met by the sight of a sword.
"I challenge you for the Rose Suitor," he said in a quiet
voice.