Title: That AC 195 Show
Part: 2
Authors: Wyn G. Aarden (Part 1) and Sylvia Spivey (Part 2)
Email: wyngaarden044@hotmail.com and sylviaspivey@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Fear it! Fear it NOW! But participate, please.
Pairings: Various
Warnings: Silly, other.
Notes: Prompted from watching 'That 70's Show' once, and 'That 80's Show' about three times, [Wyn
So, here are the 'rules' as such:
- An unlikely but In-Timeline fic part.
- Preferably (but not compulsory) has Duo in it.
- You cannot write two parts in a row, please let others have a go at it.
- Instead of comments, [Wyn] would prefer fic parts.
- [Wyn] will probably write once every five parts (not really a rule...)
- PLEASE WRITE!!! *big chibi eyes*
- Parts follow chronologically (unless you choose to have flashbacks)
- Title fic [fic] That AC 195 Show Part # (round robin)
- Have a fairly standard heading, be sure you include your name on the Authors section and the rules.
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Wyn G. Aarden, wonderful writer of Part 1, wrote:
... He grinned and turned away, tossing a: "Sure, whatever," over his shoulder.
There was a strangled noise that sounded rather goose-like and the sound of a basketball bouncing on the pavement, and Duo realised something.
That was no fantasy.
Part 2
"Ohshit ohshit ohshit," Duo cursed frantically. He turned, braid whipping behind him, not believing what he had done. Relena's nose was spurting blood as she brought her hands up to her face. Blood was dripping down onto her dress, staining its soft pink silk with a spattering of dark red. Her eyes were welling over with tears and she was whimpering in pain.
"Relena, I'm so sorry," Duo said. She was bleeding all over the place, and the Coach or a teacher was sure walk by if he didn't get her out of there soon. If that happened, Duo would be benched during the next game for sure.
"Let me help you get cleaned up," he said as he tried to guide her to a less public spot. She wouldn't move, and suddenly burst into loud, heaving sobs.
"You jerk! You did that on purpose!" Relena shouted at him.
"I ... I'm sorry," Duo said, wishing he could lie and just tell her that the ball had slipped.
"I am going to tell," Relena continued angrily, "and you are going to be in big trouble, you jerk!"
Shit. The next game was the last that their team would be playing this year. He couldn't get benched, he just couldn't. "Please, Relena, don't. I'll make it up to you."
"What do you have that I would possibly want?" she sneered. "I have everything."
"I could work it off then; do whatever you need done." Duo held his breath.
Relena considered it for a minute. Usually wherever Duo was, Heero was. This might work to her advantage. But she wanted to humiliate Duo too, make him realize that he couldn't compete with her and that Heero was hers. Maybe... an evil glint showed in her eyes, and she said "I will not tell, on one condition." She stared at Duo through narrowed eyes and demanded "Be my slave for a week."
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Hope I stuck to the rules.
Whee! Tha'as fun. Next?
SS.
Wyn: O.O Sylvia, how evil! I likes!!!
Part: 2
Authors: Wyn G. Aarden (Part 1) and Sylvia Spivey (Part 2)
Email: wyngaarden044@hotmail.com and sylviaspivey@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Fear it! Fear it NOW! But participate, please.
Pairings: Various
Warnings: Silly, other.
Notes: Prompted from watching 'That 70's Show' once, and 'That 80's Show' about three times, [Wyn
So, here are the 'rules' as such:
- An unlikely but In-Timeline fic part.
- Preferably (but not compulsory) has Duo in it.
- You cannot write two parts in a row, please let others have a go at it.
- Instead of comments, [Wyn] would prefer fic parts.
- [Wyn] will probably write once every five parts (not really a rule...)
- PLEASE WRITE!!! *big chibi eyes*
- Parts follow chronologically (unless you choose to have flashbacks)
- Title fic [fic] That AC 195 Show Part # (round robin)
- Have a fairly standard heading, be sure you include your name on the Authors section and the rules.
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Wyn G. Aarden, wonderful writer of Part 1, wrote:
... He grinned and turned away, tossing a: "Sure, whatever," over his shoulder.
There was a strangled noise that sounded rather goose-like and the sound of a basketball bouncing on the pavement, and Duo realised something.
That was no fantasy.
Part 2
"Ohshit ohshit ohshit," Duo cursed frantically. He turned, braid whipping behind him, not believing what he had done. Relena's nose was spurting blood as she brought her hands up to her face. Blood was dripping down onto her dress, staining its soft pink silk with a spattering of dark red. Her eyes were welling over with tears and she was whimpering in pain.
"Relena, I'm so sorry," Duo said. She was bleeding all over the place, and the Coach or a teacher was sure walk by if he didn't get her out of there soon. If that happened, Duo would be benched during the next game for sure.
"Let me help you get cleaned up," he said as he tried to guide her to a less public spot. She wouldn't move, and suddenly burst into loud, heaving sobs.
"You jerk! You did that on purpose!" Relena shouted at him.
"I ... I'm sorry," Duo said, wishing he could lie and just tell her that the ball had slipped.
"I am going to tell," Relena continued angrily, "and you are going to be in big trouble, you jerk!"
Shit. The next game was the last that their team would be playing this year. He couldn't get benched, he just couldn't. "Please, Relena, don't. I'll make it up to you."
"What do you have that I would possibly want?" she sneered. "I have everything."
"I could work it off then; do whatever you need done." Duo held his breath.
Relena considered it for a minute. Usually wherever Duo was, Heero was. This might work to her advantage. But she wanted to humiliate Duo too, make him realize that he couldn't compete with her and that Heero was hers. Maybe... an evil glint showed in her eyes, and she said "I will not tell, on one condition." She stared at Duo through narrowed eyes and demanded "Be my slave for a week."
---
Hope I stuck to the rules.
Whee! Tha'as fun. Next?
SS.
Wyn: O.O Sylvia, how evil! I likes!!!