Disclaimer: blah. You no the drill. No OCs in this ficlet.
Note: jus sumpin' I'm messin around with, so its quite short. Oh, and this ficcy doesn't have nething to do with my other stories.
Tampered Feelings
Prequel: Lili's Lie
"Commander . . . is it absolutely . . .eh, mandatory that I attend this promotion ceremony?" Holly Short asked gingerly, wishing fervently that the graduation/promotion formality hadn't been planned today, and fingering a deep new blemish on her helmet, which lay loyally in her lap.
Poor helmet . . . It had been through it all in the past few years.
"Holly, I think it would mean a lot to Trouble (A/N: who was being promoted today) if you showed at the dance tonight." The Commander growled, not looking up from his alphabetized paperwork.
Some say organization is the key to life. Maybe that's why Holly was locked out.
She seethed at Root inwardly. Why did he always do this? She had rights, you know!
"But I . . . " Holly bit her lip slowly, trying to blurt out a half decent excuse. Ugh . . . Holly in a dress . . . She could feel the linen against her itching hose already.
"No buts, Captain. If you like your rank now, you'll be at the ceremony." Commander Root eyed Holly with the sort of look that meant this conversation was over. The captain parted her lips to protest again as she ran her fingers through her disordered auburn hair.
Before she had a chance to utter one word, Root slammed his pen down on his desk, his face already beginning to redden.
"And yes, Short, there is a dress code. So put it to use."
Holly sighed, jumping from the stiff chair in the Commander's office, and left rubbing her temples. She slammed the office door behind her to express her anger. Hmm . . . maybe that wasn't the best choice of actions . . .
She clenched her fists tightly as she took the stairs ,instead of the elevator, to the next level for some much-needed coffee.
"How's it goin' Holls?" Chix Verbil, who seemed to live in the lounge, said from an overly stuffed couch, nodding to Holly.
Holly tried to ignore the obsessed sprite as she stomped towards the coffee pot, retrieved a Styrofoam cup, and attempted to fill it, but instead ended up beating on the machine with her palm when it poured unmixed brew all over her uniform.
"I can fix that Holly." Chix muttered a pathetic attempt to gain the Captain's heart.
Holly whirled around ,her face almost as red as Root's with anger, sloshing what was left of her coffee onto the faded carpet, and faced the determined sprite.
"If I had need something fixed, I would have asked someone to fix it, and you would probably not have made my first choice, anyway!!"
"Woah, I was just offerin'," Chix muttered, throwing his gloved hands up.
"I DON'T CARE! NEXT TIME YOU OPEN YOUR IMMENSLY HUGE MOUTH, DON'T DIRECT WHATEVER YOU INTEND TO SAY AT ME!" Holly shouted, digging her fingernails into the cup. She didn't have time for this.
Shouting was the least Holly could do without wrenching the coffee machine out of its socket and pitching it, boiling pot and all, at the Private.
"Some kinda PMS ya got yourself Holl." He muttered, running his hand through his green hair.
Holly opened her mouth to shout again, but instead tried to remember what her shrink would advise.
She heaved deeply, nails embedded into the underside of her palm, brow still furrowed with resentment.
Trouble Kelp had obviously been standing in the corner, broadly grinning and reading a magazine, although his eyes weren't moving across the pages.
"Match to Short." He muttered. "By the way, you guys catch the name of the lucky guy getting' promoted tonight?" Trouble kept his mouth closed with the expression of inward laughing.
Of course they had. He'd only mentioned it umpteen times.
Chix jealously rose and left the lounge. And, for the first time in her life, Captain Holly Short followed Chix's example and followed him without complaint (A/N; Nah, this ain't a Chix/Holly, I just had to stick him in this story at least once!lol ;D).She wasn't in the mood to play games today.
Holly walked silently down the hall toward the elevator, unconsciously still clutching her clawed cup. She punched the down button with a sigh.
And of course, when the titanium doors slid open, to Holly's immense discomfort, stood perfect little Lili Frond.
Her face lit with childish joy, huge dimples riding her cheekbones playfully, as if she, of all people had not a care under the world.
"Holly! What a complete surprise!" She squeaked, obviously pressing the button to keep the doors wide.
"Say, are you coming to the ceremony tonight?"
Despite the little demon whispering in her ear, Holly just could not bring herself to lie. She sighed melodramatically.
"Yeah." She turned, but Lili held her back.
" Oh! Will you let me do your makeup at say . . . my place?" She cooed.
"I . . . n-" But Holly couldn't finish her rejection.
"Oh, want me to hold the door for you?" Lili said, all the while beaming as a couple pixies hobbled into the glass box.
"No, bu-" Lili released the button, but as the doors closed she crammed her big head through the ever shrinking gap.
If only the doors would close on her sublime little neck, Holly thought.
"See you at your place then!" Lili said, showing off every single pearly white.
And before Holly could snap, the doors closed. And not on Lili's petite little neck either, to her disappointment. * * *
But Lili had something more than makeup planned, something that Holly didn't expect.
Whee! Just sumpin I'm messin' around with remember! I'll be at camp for the next week, so I won't be updating, unless, I do it tomorrow.
~Hanna*
Note: jus sumpin' I'm messin around with, so its quite short. Oh, and this ficcy doesn't have nething to do with my other stories.
Tampered Feelings
Prequel: Lili's Lie
"Commander . . . is it absolutely . . .eh, mandatory that I attend this promotion ceremony?" Holly Short asked gingerly, wishing fervently that the graduation/promotion formality hadn't been planned today, and fingering a deep new blemish on her helmet, which lay loyally in her lap.
Poor helmet . . . It had been through it all in the past few years.
"Holly, I think it would mean a lot to Trouble (A/N: who was being promoted today) if you showed at the dance tonight." The Commander growled, not looking up from his alphabetized paperwork.
Some say organization is the key to life. Maybe that's why Holly was locked out.
She seethed at Root inwardly. Why did he always do this? She had rights, you know!
"But I . . . " Holly bit her lip slowly, trying to blurt out a half decent excuse. Ugh . . . Holly in a dress . . . She could feel the linen against her itching hose already.
"No buts, Captain. If you like your rank now, you'll be at the ceremony." Commander Root eyed Holly with the sort of look that meant this conversation was over. The captain parted her lips to protest again as she ran her fingers through her disordered auburn hair.
Before she had a chance to utter one word, Root slammed his pen down on his desk, his face already beginning to redden.
"And yes, Short, there is a dress code. So put it to use."
Holly sighed, jumping from the stiff chair in the Commander's office, and left rubbing her temples. She slammed the office door behind her to express her anger. Hmm . . . maybe that wasn't the best choice of actions . . .
She clenched her fists tightly as she took the stairs ,instead of the elevator, to the next level for some much-needed coffee.
"How's it goin' Holls?" Chix Verbil, who seemed to live in the lounge, said from an overly stuffed couch, nodding to Holly.
Holly tried to ignore the obsessed sprite as she stomped towards the coffee pot, retrieved a Styrofoam cup, and attempted to fill it, but instead ended up beating on the machine with her palm when it poured unmixed brew all over her uniform.
"I can fix that Holly." Chix muttered a pathetic attempt to gain the Captain's heart.
Holly whirled around ,her face almost as red as Root's with anger, sloshing what was left of her coffee onto the faded carpet, and faced the determined sprite.
"If I had need something fixed, I would have asked someone to fix it, and you would probably not have made my first choice, anyway!!"
"Woah, I was just offerin'," Chix muttered, throwing his gloved hands up.
"I DON'T CARE! NEXT TIME YOU OPEN YOUR IMMENSLY HUGE MOUTH, DON'T DIRECT WHATEVER YOU INTEND TO SAY AT ME!" Holly shouted, digging her fingernails into the cup. She didn't have time for this.
Shouting was the least Holly could do without wrenching the coffee machine out of its socket and pitching it, boiling pot and all, at the Private.
"Some kinda PMS ya got yourself Holl." He muttered, running his hand through his green hair.
Holly opened her mouth to shout again, but instead tried to remember what her shrink would advise.
She heaved deeply, nails embedded into the underside of her palm, brow still furrowed with resentment.
Trouble Kelp had obviously been standing in the corner, broadly grinning and reading a magazine, although his eyes weren't moving across the pages.
"Match to Short." He muttered. "By the way, you guys catch the name of the lucky guy getting' promoted tonight?" Trouble kept his mouth closed with the expression of inward laughing.
Of course they had. He'd only mentioned it umpteen times.
Chix jealously rose and left the lounge. And, for the first time in her life, Captain Holly Short followed Chix's example and followed him without complaint (A/N; Nah, this ain't a Chix/Holly, I just had to stick him in this story at least once!lol ;D).She wasn't in the mood to play games today.
Holly walked silently down the hall toward the elevator, unconsciously still clutching her clawed cup. She punched the down button with a sigh.
And of course, when the titanium doors slid open, to Holly's immense discomfort, stood perfect little Lili Frond.
Her face lit with childish joy, huge dimples riding her cheekbones playfully, as if she, of all people had not a care under the world.
"Holly! What a complete surprise!" She squeaked, obviously pressing the button to keep the doors wide.
"Say, are you coming to the ceremony tonight?"
Despite the little demon whispering in her ear, Holly just could not bring herself to lie. She sighed melodramatically.
"Yeah." She turned, but Lili held her back.
" Oh! Will you let me do your makeup at say . . . my place?" She cooed.
"I . . . n-" But Holly couldn't finish her rejection.
"Oh, want me to hold the door for you?" Lili said, all the while beaming as a couple pixies hobbled into the glass box.
"No, bu-" Lili released the button, but as the doors closed she crammed her big head through the ever shrinking gap.
If only the doors would close on her sublime little neck, Holly thought.
"See you at your place then!" Lili said, showing off every single pearly white.
And before Holly could snap, the doors closed. And not on Lili's petite little neck either, to her disappointment. * * *
But Lili had something more than makeup planned, something that Holly didn't expect.
Whee! Just sumpin I'm messin' around with remember! I'll be at camp for the next week, so I won't be updating, unless, I do it tomorrow.
~Hanna*
