TITLE: A Life In Reverse 3/?
AUTHORS: Sam (Lestrade42)
RATING: PG-13
FEEDBACK: I have an enormous amount of fic stuffed into my head because I haven't had time to write. Please tell me you still love me.
DISCLAIMER: All established characters (Micki, Ryan, Jack, Johnny, Lewis etc....) belong to Frank Mancuso, Jr. Kate Brannigan is a creation of Karen. All others belong to me.
EXPLANATION: Stuff bad, shop crew good.
This story came to me (literally) as I bent over to pick up a newspaper in the driveway. I think it's a combined frustration due to a haunted computer, a semi-broken A drive, a corrupted disk, a dusty 'Back To The Future' DVD and the fact I'm out of new "Stargate SG-1" episodes.
Includes excerpts and characters from Karen's (Coe42) "Past and Future".
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Kate stared out the window. Her mind had been wondering for the last hour. This migraine wasn't helping either. God, she was never going to get any work done this way...
... "Hey."
Kate's head shot up off the desk. "Huh?"
Ryan shook her arm. "How do expect to get any work done when you're sleeping on Jack's desk?"...
Carol took the pen out of her mouth. "You know, this story is really sketchy."
Kate shook her head. "Ah, yeah." She cleared her throat and tried to act like she had been paying attention.
~*~
"This isn't working," a voice called. "She's remembering the wrong things."
A group of voices began talking over each other.
"Enough! Another injection."
~*~
Kate picked up her pen again. "But ask yourself this. What is our audience looking for? Plot or gore?" She absently began rubbing the back of her neck, willing the headache away.
"How very true... and scary all at the same time." She put her glasses back on. "You know, you don't seem to enthused about this issue. I think you need a vacation. Although personally, I've been waiting for your nervous breakdown."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I could use the rest too, you know. We all don't have your stamina."
"This coming from the woman who was trying to convince me to go mountain climbing with her."
"There's a difference between stamina and stamina."
Kate frowned at her partner across the table. "Gee, thanks for clearing that up for me."
Carol dropped her glasses on the table. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-two."
"My point exactly."
Kate stared exasperated at her. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Look at me. I'm twenty-four years old. I've got a dog, a studio apartment and a job I tolerate."
Kate frowned again.
"But I'm happy. Toss in a boyfriend and I'd be thrilled. Now look at you, you're twenty-two. You own a house, got a husband and a kid and I constantly see you staring out the window of your office with that trapped bird expression on your face. No wonder you're..."
"Don't say hallucinating. So you're suggesting I run away and buy myself a dog?"
Carol laughed. "No. I'm suggesting that you finish this issue with me tonight. Then you ditch the kid and run away with your husband for a week. Get really drunk and do stuff you'll regret when you come back to the real world."
Kate smirked. "That could be fun."
Carol put her glasses back on. "Now back to the real world again. I think we need to address the fact that we're stuffing too much into the vault. I mean, logistically we ran out of room a year ago."
"No. Remember we did the issue where Johnny and the gang find the temple underneath the vault? Trap door in the bottom of the vault leads to a temple Lewis and his cult use to bring forth demons, had access to the sewer system."
"I kinda remember."
~*~
"Good." The hooded man dropped into a seat. "Make sure you get everything she says."
"Yes sir." Another man nodded as he scratched at a piece of paper.
The hooded man sighed as he pulled at his robe, the hood falling to his shoulders. Burn marks and scars took up his entire hairless skull.
"Sir," woman walked into the room.
"Come in, Rebecca." He held out his hand.
The woman knelt down and removed her hood. She, too, was covered in scars and tattoos. She gently kissed his hand and looked up into his eyes. "Cole, are the injections working?"
He ran a hand across her cheek. "Wonderfully." He pointed to the other side of the room.
Kate lay strapped to a table, candles forming a circle around her. Men in hoods chanted odd words, some holding smoking dishes, others with ropes and religious trinkets. Her head lolled from side to side as words poured from her lips.
"How long do you think she will last?" Rebecca asked.
"Hours. A day at the most."
"And then?"
"She will regain consciousness or simply go into a coma. Either way, her brain won't be needed." Cole got to his feet slowly. "We will use her to bring him forth. We have been weak since the loss of Caleb. But we shall prevail. Soon the followers of Asteroph will be powerful once again. Hail him!"
A chorus of voices took up the cry. "Hail Asteroph! Hail Caleb! We await your return!"
Rebecca looked to her leader. "But won't they come for her?"
"Of course. And we will slaughter them just as they did our leader. Those people have been a pestilence to our kind for too long. Now we will use them to bring forth their own destruction." He raised his arms to the sky. "Let them come!"
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AUTHORS: Sam (Lestrade42)
RATING: PG-13
FEEDBACK: I have an enormous amount of fic stuffed into my head because I haven't had time to write. Please tell me you still love me.
DISCLAIMER: All established characters (Micki, Ryan, Jack, Johnny, Lewis etc....) belong to Frank Mancuso, Jr. Kate Brannigan is a creation of Karen. All others belong to me.
EXPLANATION: Stuff bad, shop crew good.
This story came to me (literally) as I bent over to pick up a newspaper in the driveway. I think it's a combined frustration due to a haunted computer, a semi-broken A drive, a corrupted disk, a dusty 'Back To The Future' DVD and the fact I'm out of new "Stargate SG-1" episodes.
Includes excerpts and characters from Karen's (Coe42) "Past and Future".
___________________________________________________________________________
Kate stared out the window. Her mind had been wondering for the last hour. This migraine wasn't helping either. God, she was never going to get any work done this way...
... "Hey."
Kate's head shot up off the desk. "Huh?"
Ryan shook her arm. "How do expect to get any work done when you're sleeping on Jack's desk?"...
Carol took the pen out of her mouth. "You know, this story is really sketchy."
Kate shook her head. "Ah, yeah." She cleared her throat and tried to act like she had been paying attention.
~*~
"This isn't working," a voice called. "She's remembering the wrong things."
A group of voices began talking over each other.
"Enough! Another injection."
~*~
Kate picked up her pen again. "But ask yourself this. What is our audience looking for? Plot or gore?" She absently began rubbing the back of her neck, willing the headache away.
"How very true... and scary all at the same time." She put her glasses back on. "You know, you don't seem to enthused about this issue. I think you need a vacation. Although personally, I've been waiting for your nervous breakdown."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I could use the rest too, you know. We all don't have your stamina."
"This coming from the woman who was trying to convince me to go mountain climbing with her."
"There's a difference between stamina and stamina."
Kate frowned at her partner across the table. "Gee, thanks for clearing that up for me."
Carol dropped her glasses on the table. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-two."
"My point exactly."
Kate stared exasperated at her. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Look at me. I'm twenty-four years old. I've got a dog, a studio apartment and a job I tolerate."
Kate frowned again.
"But I'm happy. Toss in a boyfriend and I'd be thrilled. Now look at you, you're twenty-two. You own a house, got a husband and a kid and I constantly see you staring out the window of your office with that trapped bird expression on your face. No wonder you're..."
"Don't say hallucinating. So you're suggesting I run away and buy myself a dog?"
Carol laughed. "No. I'm suggesting that you finish this issue with me tonight. Then you ditch the kid and run away with your husband for a week. Get really drunk and do stuff you'll regret when you come back to the real world."
Kate smirked. "That could be fun."
Carol put her glasses back on. "Now back to the real world again. I think we need to address the fact that we're stuffing too much into the vault. I mean, logistically we ran out of room a year ago."
"No. Remember we did the issue where Johnny and the gang find the temple underneath the vault? Trap door in the bottom of the vault leads to a temple Lewis and his cult use to bring forth demons, had access to the sewer system."
"I kinda remember."
~*~
"Good." The hooded man dropped into a seat. "Make sure you get everything she says."
"Yes sir." Another man nodded as he scratched at a piece of paper.
The hooded man sighed as he pulled at his robe, the hood falling to his shoulders. Burn marks and scars took up his entire hairless skull.
"Sir," woman walked into the room.
"Come in, Rebecca." He held out his hand.
The woman knelt down and removed her hood. She, too, was covered in scars and tattoos. She gently kissed his hand and looked up into his eyes. "Cole, are the injections working?"
He ran a hand across her cheek. "Wonderfully." He pointed to the other side of the room.
Kate lay strapped to a table, candles forming a circle around her. Men in hoods chanted odd words, some holding smoking dishes, others with ropes and religious trinkets. Her head lolled from side to side as words poured from her lips.
"How long do you think she will last?" Rebecca asked.
"Hours. A day at the most."
"And then?"
"She will regain consciousness or simply go into a coma. Either way, her brain won't be needed." Cole got to his feet slowly. "We will use her to bring him forth. We have been weak since the loss of Caleb. But we shall prevail. Soon the followers of Asteroph will be powerful once again. Hail him!"
A chorus of voices took up the cry. "Hail Asteroph! Hail Caleb! We await your return!"
Rebecca looked to her leader. "But won't they come for her?"
"Of course. And we will slaughter them just as they did our leader. Those people have been a pestilence to our kind for too long. Now we will use them to bring forth their own destruction." He raised his arms to the sky. "Let them come!"
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