Summary: Lestrade's....waiting...
Disclaimer: (as done by my new muse Jacob Carter) The characters used in this story do not belong to the author. The situation is just a possible scenario that could have happened during one of the episodes.
Uh...Jakie? That's a bit...redundant don't you think?
Jacob: I'm sorry, did you say something? Because you know, you did ask me to...
Okay okay! Sheesh! You've been hanging around Jack too much...and my brother...bad Jake...
Jacob: ...
Hehe...anyway...I want to think everyone who has ever reviewed any SH22 ficcies, whether mine or anyone elses on this site. I would also like to thank everyone who has ever written an SH22 story. H/L forever!! or not as the case may be. Also, my new favorite author is Jaka Ray...everyone (if you haven't already) Read her stuff! It's excellent. Jacob: Which if you hadn't been so obsessed over Stargate...I mean busy with school...you would already have discovered... Okay luvvie...go away! Selmak: (in that weird deep echoey voice) I am surprised it took this long for you to drive him away... Hey! Okay, now on with the ficcie!!!
Waiting
Inspector Beth Lestrade had never been a patient person. From the time she was two years old, she saw what she wanted and went for it without thought of the possible consequences. And even though that single minded determination was a double edged sword, both getting her into and out of trouble, it kept her mind occupied, kept her from worrying.
And this waiting had her worried. What if she hadn't made the right decision? What if it didn't work? What if it did? What if....
She scowled and turned to the large window that looked into her apartment. The sky was dull grey in color; it looked as if it were going to rain. The multitude of vehicles and buildings outlined against it only served to make it all the more drab, which, in turn, made Lestrade's already sour mood take a dive for the worse. Her lips turned down at the corners, and she tossed the data pad she had been working on to her desktop in disgust. Her hands clenched and unclenched as her frustration levels mounted.
She turned away from the window and threw herself on the couch; unfortunately, she was on eye level with the vid-phone, which just made things worse. She groaned and closed her eyes. What could possibly be taking so long? The chime of the vid-phone kept her from going into that useless train of thought and had her heart pounding. She quickly punched the on-button and had to keep herself from either cheering or snapping at the image of the elderly scientist, Sir Evan Hargreaves, that appeared.
"Sir Evan?" She queried, glad that the conflicting emotions she was feeling were not evident in her voice.
"Ah, yes Inspector," the man answered, "I was just calling to tell you that it won't be long now. He is still unconscious but the rejuvination process is comp..."
Sir Evan didn't get to complete his sentence before Lestrade had switched the vid phone off. She was out the door and in her cruiser within twenty seconds.
No, Lestrade had never been a patient person.
The End!
Yes, I know it's short, but...boring... Oh well. It was Jacob's first job as my muse soooo...
Jacob: So,you're blaming me for this?
Yup
Bet you can't wait 'til we're married, huh? Then you'll be blamed for lots of stuff.
Jacob: *smiles* That's what you think...
Not just what I think...Selmak thinks so too..She told me.
Jacob: Uh-huh...and just when did this converstation happpen?
Bye!
Disclaimer: (as done by my new muse Jacob Carter) The characters used in this story do not belong to the author. The situation is just a possible scenario that could have happened during one of the episodes.
Uh...Jakie? That's a bit...redundant don't you think?
Jacob: I'm sorry, did you say something? Because you know, you did ask me to...
Okay okay! Sheesh! You've been hanging around Jack too much...and my brother...bad Jake...
Jacob: ...
Hehe...anyway...I want to think everyone who has ever reviewed any SH22 ficcies, whether mine or anyone elses on this site. I would also like to thank everyone who has ever written an SH22 story. H/L forever!! or not as the case may be. Also, my new favorite author is Jaka Ray...everyone (if you haven't already) Read her stuff! It's excellent. Jacob: Which if you hadn't been so obsessed over Stargate...I mean busy with school...you would already have discovered... Okay luvvie...go away! Selmak: (in that weird deep echoey voice) I am surprised it took this long for you to drive him away... Hey! Okay, now on with the ficcie!!!
Inspector Beth Lestrade had never been a patient person. From the time she was two years old, she saw what she wanted and went for it without thought of the possible consequences. And even though that single minded determination was a double edged sword, both getting her into and out of trouble, it kept her mind occupied, kept her from worrying.
And this waiting had her worried. What if she hadn't made the right decision? What if it didn't work? What if it did? What if....
She scowled and turned to the large window that looked into her apartment. The sky was dull grey in color; it looked as if it were going to rain. The multitude of vehicles and buildings outlined against it only served to make it all the more drab, which, in turn, made Lestrade's already sour mood take a dive for the worse. Her lips turned down at the corners, and she tossed the data pad she had been working on to her desktop in disgust. Her hands clenched and unclenched as her frustration levels mounted.
She turned away from the window and threw herself on the couch; unfortunately, she was on eye level with the vid-phone, which just made things worse. She groaned and closed her eyes. What could possibly be taking so long? The chime of the vid-phone kept her from going into that useless train of thought and had her heart pounding. She quickly punched the on-button and had to keep herself from either cheering or snapping at the image of the elderly scientist, Sir Evan Hargreaves, that appeared.
"Sir Evan?" She queried, glad that the conflicting emotions she was feeling were not evident in her voice.
"Ah, yes Inspector," the man answered, "I was just calling to tell you that it won't be long now. He is still unconscious but the rejuvination process is comp..."
Sir Evan didn't get to complete his sentence before Lestrade had switched the vid phone off. She was out the door and in her cruiser within twenty seconds.
No, Lestrade had never been a patient person.
The End!
Yes, I know it's short, but...boring... Oh well. It was Jacob's first job as my muse soooo...
Jacob: So,you're blaming me for this?
Yup
Bet you can't wait 'til we're married, huh? Then you'll be blamed for lots of stuff.
Jacob: *smiles* That's what you think...
Not just what I think...Selmak thinks so too..She told me.
Jacob: Uh-huh...and just when did this converstation happpen?
Bye!