Title: The Hobbesian Mindset
Author: liz_Z
E-mail: liz_Z@secret-agent.com
Category: Humor
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Minor ones for 'The Lesser Evil'
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, and I'm too tired to think of anything more elaborate than that.
Author's notes: I wrote this while completely exhausted. As such, I feel I have every right to blame the bunnies for this odd little bit of rambling.


You know, we visible people don't all have it easy. You think you've got it tough because you've got a gland in your head? Well trust me, you aren't the only one, pal. There are lots of people who go stuff as bad as you on a daily basis and don't get half the perks that you do, my friend.

No, I am not talking about me!

Don't try and turn this conversation around!

The point is, you need to stop whining and channel that negative energy of yours somewhere else. Like maybe toward catchin' the bad guys without gettin' your ass kicked for the umpteenth time.

Fawkes.... Fawkes, stop it! Having to listen to you whine is worse than getting tortured by the KGB!

That's classified.

Yeah, well, what'd ya expect, huh? I don't gotta tell you everything that happened to me in my life.

Yeah, well, it's not my fault they put everything in your file! So I know Stacey Meyer cheated on ya in high school. Big deal!

...You didn't know 'till last year?! Oh, c'mon, man, it was obvious! I mean, she was... she was... it's right there in the file! She was cheatin' on you! How could you not know she was cheatin' on you?

Damn, you really are oblivious when you wanna be.

Don't start with me, Fawkesy. I know about Meyer, you know about Viv. We're even.

It does too count!

Look, Fawkes, you are starting to act really childish here. Can't you let anything go? I mean....

What did you say about Claire?

Oh no, I distinctly heard you saying something, Fawkesy.

She and Eberts are WHAT?! I'm gonna kill 'im! I'll make sure he's never able to correlate again. I'll take that stapler of his and shove it right up his....

You know, that wasn't funny.

Was not!

You know, Fawkes, I am really starting to question your survival instincts.