For those of you who are avid Beast Wars fans (like me!) this fic is placed just before 'Code of Hero'. So Dinobot's not dead yet (thank any and all the Gods) and he hasn't been cloned yet either (thanking the Gods again). Thus that means that no one has reached transmetal two status (which is good, cuz I thought some of them looked downright ugly)
For those of you who aren't avid Beast Wars fans..........What's the matter with you?!?!?!
Words between ~ ~ are telepathic thoughts. Don't look
at me like that, we've got a psychic pokemon in the gang! It's not my fault
I tell you!
"What the hell happened?!" Telca screamed half an hour later as she walked into the Kitchen, heading straight for the Elf that was sipping a mug of coffee while leaning against the counter. "Isn't it bad enough that the lot of us got woken up by that freaky banging-screeching thing? Did you have to start blowing up the dining room too?! And what the hell happened to the fridge?!"
Lashana smirked. "I reminded it that it's not allowed to leave."
Telca groaned at looked at the appliance, noting the numerous dents, scratches and burn marks on it... as well as a fist shaped hole that seemed to have punched right through the door. "Again?! That's the third time this week!"
"I told you! The leftover's have a mind of their own!" Lashana said, glaring at the fridge when a slimy coleslaw and ham concocted tendril slithered out of the hole she had made in the door. "Hey! Don't make me smack you with the bat again! Get back inside!"
"And you'd better not have destroyed the chocolate cake I had in there!" Telca added vemonously as the tendril retreated.
"Considering that it was alternating between hopping and dragging it's way out of here, I'd say it's a pretty fair bet that there's not much edible in there anymore.... not that there ever was..." the Elf sighed as she took another sip of her coffee. "Methinks we need a new fridge."
~Would someone mind explaining to me what all the explosions were about?~
"Heyla Mewtwo!" Lashana grinned, rasing her mug in a salute as the psychic pokemon walked into the Kichten. "I was just having a little heart-to-heart with the fridge again. Eh, you might not want to step there, I think I saw that salad move a few moments ago."
~Gross...~
"Well I don't have time to go shopping for a new fridge today," Telca announced. "Remy and I are going to the movies to see Lord of the Rings again."
Lashana rolled her eyes, peering at the burgundy haired sorceress over the rim of her coffee mug. "What? Aiming for an even dozen times?"
~Haven't you seen that movie enough times to have it memorized by now?~ Mewtwo frowned, ducking behind Lashana when Telca glared at him.
"No. And no one with a will to keep living would say that either!"
"No killing of my Guys," Lashana said conversationally as she stepped past Telca and slammed her baseball bat down onto a gooey tendril, preventing it from reaching Telca's ankle. "You want me to throw Xellos in there with you?" She paused and grinned when the tendril waved from side to side franticly - it's version of a head-shake. "Then get back in there and behave!"
"Only you could subdue a rebellion of leftovers," Telca snickered, not fazed in the least when the Elf gave her the one finger salute. "Anyway, the fridge has to stay till tomorrow."
~Can't we just rip the motor out and pitch it into a portal leading to the abyss?~ the pokemon asked as he took the opportunity to steal Lashana's coffee, hastily handing it back when she bared her teeth and waved the bat at him.
"Too tired. Just duct tape it to the wall or something," Telca yawned as she headed for the doorway. "I'm going back to bed."
Lashana glared at the other sorceresses retreating back. "Nice of her to offer to help," she growled to an equally irritated Mewtwo.
~I noticed. C'mon. I'll get the chains, you get the trip wires and the nitrogen bomb.~
"Oh sure. Give me the dirty work..."
The fridge shuddered.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kenshin yawned as he walked into the Kitchen that morning, smiling as he walked through a beam of warm sunlight that streamed through the patio doors. It was a beautiful day... perfect for baking and.... "Lashana-dono? Mewtwo? What are you doing up? And why is the fridge shackled to the wall?! Is that a bomb attached to the door?!"
Mewtwo rose his head from where he had been resting it against his hand as he slept and blinked. ~What? Oh, the fridge. It tried to escape again. Right Lashana? Um...Lashana?~ He growled at the soft snore that answered him and nudged her in the ribs. Hard. ~Lashana!! Wake up!!~
The reaction was immediate. And the scream was loud.
"I DON'T WANNA BE EATEN BY THE FRIDGE!!!"
Kenshin stared at the Elf that was now in a battle stance on the island counter, the baseball bat that she clutched a dire warning that was accented by the wild feral look in her eyes. "Um....Lashana-dono?"
She blinked and looked over at the red-headed samurai, grinning pleasantly. "Kenshin! Hi! How'ya doin buddy?"
Mewtwo rolled his eyes and rose a hand to his suddenly aching temple. ~Those mood swings of hers are going to drive me insane.~
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Lashana said as she looked around. "Why am I standing on the counter, exactly?"
~You jumped there,~ Mewtwo told her in a voice mostly reserved for the very stupid or the very young.
"Oh. Right. Well....at least the fridge is still there."
"About the fridge.... why did you put a bomb on it?" Kenshin asked as she hopped down and stretched, never letting go of the bat for an instant.
She groaned as she finished her stretch, then shrugged. "It tried to escape again. 'Sides, it's only a nitrogen bomb. If it goes off all it'll do is freeze the fridge in a block of ice. And it'll only go off if it tries to free itself of the chains."
The samurai took one look at the insanely grinning Elf in front of him and muttered the only thing he was currently capable of. "Oh."
"Yeppers. And now that you're here, I can go back to bed! Ciao!"
"Hey...no...wait...huh?"
~She has that affect on people, doesn't she?~ Mewtwo commented as he looked at the baffled Kenshin.
"Wha?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Lashana whistled happily as she walked into her bedroom, setting the baseball bat next to the door and tossing her housecoat into a corner before heading for the shower. "Morning, Black!"
"Mrfth?"
"I'll be in the shower!"
"Hrf."
"I'll take that as a 'okay'," she chuckled as she kicked the bathroom door closed.
Blackwargreymon groaned as he heard the shower start and curled into a tighter ball, completely envelloping himself in the blankets. It can't be morning yet.... He fought his way out of part of the blankets long enough to catch a glimpse of the bedside clock before groaning and returning to the blankety cocoon, completely oblivious to the distinct lack of sound from the bathroom. 7 am. Ha! Nothing is going to make me get up....
"What in the worlds are you trying to do?" Lashana laughed as she walked out of the bathroom, -comfortably clothed in blue jeans and her usual combo of a dark blue sports bra and a dark green tank top - looking over at him and giggling when she saw that he had wrapped all the blankets and sheets around himself. "Can you even move in there?"
"Nrft."
"Yes well, 'nrft' to you too!" she grinned as she finished towel drying her shoulder-blade length hair and proceeded to yank a brush through the tangled mess. "You getting up?"
"Grrrr."
She rolled her eyes at the sleepy - and rather pitiful - growl, and tossed the brush aside before leaping onto him, tugging at the blankets until a single golden eye blinked up at her through a gap in the fabrics. "Hi, luv!"
He grunted and freed an arm, hearing her yelp as he grabbed her and pulled her into the warmth of the blankets where he could wrap his arms around her. "S'too early."
"Hey, you be nice. I let you sleep while I went and did battle with the fridge!"
That got his attention. "You did what?"
"The fridge. Y'know, the thing that's currently housing Goddess-knows how many living-leftover-monster-things that keep trying to escape the Palace and multiply across the dimension?"
"You're kidding.... Okay you're not. ....The fridge?"
"Yes, the fridge. You want to ask one more time?"
"The fridge?"
"Not fully awake are we?" she smirked, leaning close to kiss him on the cheek before wriggling out of his hold and out of the multiple layers of blankets. "Ooof! How can you breathe under there? Aw geez...more knots in the hair...craaaaap!!"
Blackwargreymon rolled his eyes and pushed the blankets down until he could free both arms, watching her viciously rake her fingernails through her hair for a moment before snorting and reaching out to grab her belt, pulling her backwards towards him. "Hold still."
"There are days where I want to cut it all off," she grumbled as he carefully ran his talons through her hair, effortlessly untangling the knots.
"Don't do that. I like your hair like this."
"You don't have to take care of it," she pointed out, sighing as he continued his ministrations.
"Oh, really now? So what I'm doing is...?"
"You're being nice to the Elf who subdued the fridge with a baseball bat at two in the morning and then proceeded to spend the next four an a half hours sleeping in the kitchen to make sure it wouldn't try to escape again."
"Oh. Is that what this is. And what about all the other times I did this, hmm?"
"To quote a friend : 'humor the crazy person'."
"Ummhmm. There. The crazy person's hair is now untangled."
She smiled and ran her hands through her hair before shaking her head, letting the locks regain their natural wild look. "Thanks. What would I do without you?"
"Probably shave your head bald," he chuckled as he stretched out on his back and laced his fingers behind his head, pointedly ignoring the glare she sent his way. "Are you up for good now?"
"Yeppers!"
"Ugh...you had coffee didn't you?"
"Actually, no. Wait, I lie... I vaguely remember having a mug after I beat up the fridge....."
"Great." He closed his eyes for a moment, then sighed heavily. "Alright fine, I'm getting up."
"Kewl! I'm gonna go see if there's anything edible downstairs! You wanna watch a movie after?"
He glanced over at her as he sat up, and shrugged. "Sure. But what haven't we seen?"
"'Disney's Atlantis'? I just got it on DVD yesterday."
A low chuckle escaped him as he stood and stretched, blinking when he saw her staring at him. "Lashana, stop being perverted."
"Am not! Just admiring what's mine, is all," she grinned before ducking out of the room, barely avoiding the thrown pillow he launched in her direction. She snickered and opened the door a crack to deliver the final blow. "Nice boxers by the way. The little golden hearts are really cute."
He growled and threw another pillow at her. "Out!"
"Well they are!" Her protest was drowned out by the mock snarl from behind the door, and she laughed as she headed downstairs. Coffee, here I come...