Title: Knocking on doors? NONSENSE!
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: GERRUFF.
Distribution: OHYEAH, i forgot to mention, if anyone would like to post my fics on their site or something, I don't mind. Just make sure to give me a link or something so if I update anything, I know where to submit it.
Note: Ahhhhh, hiya? yeah yeah, just read....
With all the hustle and busting through doors and such, I half expect Barbara to come in telling us--her, that we're going up against the mob.
But she doesn't...Instead she comes in barking, "Where's Helena??"
Where am I? I'm under miss perfect's bed, ready for the implosion of my heart.
"I-I-I..." I hear Dinah clamoring out her words. I would pay good money to see the deer-in-headlights look she's probably sporting right about now.
"I called her place and she's not there. She dropped you off earlier, do you know where she went?"
"I-uhm-I-she..."
Sliding out from under the bed, I stand behind Dinah, opposite the very pissed off woman. "Uh, I'm assuming 'tada' isn't the best thing to say right now?"
"What the hell are you doing there-here?"
"Baking cookies...?"
"I let her stay!" Dinah manages to yell out. "Yeah, uh, it was late and she looked tired and I didn't want her going home alone, I mean, not like she can't handle herself, cause she can, that's her job, she handles-ah-protects herself and and others and can I please stop talking now?" Heh, there's an all new shade of red. It's amazing how quickly she can jump right back into that dough eyed, sugary sweet front.
Rubbing her forehead slightly, Barbara utters, "It would be helpful..."
"It's not her fault, I was too lazy to go home..."
"Then why are you in her room? Too lazy to walk to yours?"
"I was just coming over to let her know that I was leaving. I didn't want to end up in a situation like...this." I mutter a tad deflated.
"And you were doing this from the comfortable spot under the bed?"
"She fell off!" The blond manages to quip in.
"I fell off?"
"You fell off?"
She's looking back at me nervously, her puppy eyes pleading, so I bite and play along, "I fell off," then mutter under my breath, "sure, why not?"
There's a slight pause and everyone is eyeing each other in the room. The tension gets a little weird when Barbara finally dimisses the akward predicament and moves on. "Well, ok. What I needed you all here for was to tell you that something very bad is going to happen."
Instantly snapping into my 'Huntress' mode, I give her my full attention.
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**a/n: i'm sooo surry for cutting you off right here, but i really can't decide what to do with this...humm...I have an idea, but i just gotta map it out.
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: GERRUFF.
Distribution: OHYEAH, i forgot to mention, if anyone would like to post my fics on their site or something, I don't mind. Just make sure to give me a link or something so if I update anything, I know where to submit it.
Note: Ahhhhh, hiya? yeah yeah, just read....
With all the hustle and busting through doors and such, I half expect Barbara to come in telling us--her, that we're going up against the mob.
But she doesn't...Instead she comes in barking, "Where's Helena??"
Where am I? I'm under miss perfect's bed, ready for the implosion of my heart.
"I-I-I..." I hear Dinah clamoring out her words. I would pay good money to see the deer-in-headlights look she's probably sporting right about now.
"I called her place and she's not there. She dropped you off earlier, do you know where she went?"
"I-uhm-I-she..."
Sliding out from under the bed, I stand behind Dinah, opposite the very pissed off woman. "Uh, I'm assuming 'tada' isn't the best thing to say right now?"
"What the hell are you doing there-here?"
"Baking cookies...?"
"I let her stay!" Dinah manages to yell out. "Yeah, uh, it was late and she looked tired and I didn't want her going home alone, I mean, not like she can't handle herself, cause she can, that's her job, she handles-ah-protects herself and and others and can I please stop talking now?" Heh, there's an all new shade of red. It's amazing how quickly she can jump right back into that dough eyed, sugary sweet front.
Rubbing her forehead slightly, Barbara utters, "It would be helpful..."
"It's not her fault, I was too lazy to go home..."
"Then why are you in her room? Too lazy to walk to yours?"
"I was just coming over to let her know that I was leaving. I didn't want to end up in a situation like...this." I mutter a tad deflated.
"And you were doing this from the comfortable spot under the bed?"
"She fell off!" The blond manages to quip in.
"I fell off?"
"You fell off?"
She's looking back at me nervously, her puppy eyes pleading, so I bite and play along, "I fell off," then mutter under my breath, "sure, why not?"
There's a slight pause and everyone is eyeing each other in the room. The tension gets a little weird when Barbara finally dimisses the akward predicament and moves on. "Well, ok. What I needed you all here for was to tell you that something very bad is going to happen."
Instantly snapping into my 'Huntress' mode, I give her my full attention.
~~
**a/n: i'm sooo surry for cutting you off right here, but i really can't decide what to do with this...humm...I have an idea, but i just gotta map it out.