A/N: Chapter two, whoo! Ok, here's the deal: I'm writing this thing a LOT
faster than I'm posting it, so I'll be updating a LOT over the next erm...
probably three days. Then I'll start to write again. Ok? Great. Good
thing is, the plot starts to pick up here, in this actual chapter, yay! It
stays fluffy though, and ya know what? I really don't care; I've decided I
like it that way. This chapter is dedicated to Patito, because I can. Hey
girl!!! OH! One more thing: I started another random fic (TP, of course)
right in the midst of typing up this one, so be on the lookout for it!!!
Disclaimer: NOT MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ya hear me?! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Stop looking at me like that! BAAAAAAAAAH! Eh-hem. *fixes shirt* I'm ok, I swear...
GriffinWisdom: I quite agree with you when you say that there aren't enough A/D fics on this site! I'm glad you like it so far, thanks for the great review!!! You rock my sock! ^__^
Again, enough of me, so now I bring to you chapter two: "Attack" *bows* Enjoy.
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Delbert knocked on the door about half an hour later, Amelia by his side.
"Welcome back," Jim said when he answered the door.
"Dinner's almost ready," Sarah called. "Just give me a few more minutes!"
"Sit down," Jim said, waving his hand at four chairs around a nearby table.
"Thank you, Jim. Always the gentleman," Amelia smiled. "Come on now, tell us all about your adventures. I want to hear every detail."
"Wow, that's a lot of details," Jim laughed. "But, if you insist.
"The most exciting, dangerous, and by far the most petrifying experience I've ever had involved the good doctor here more than anyone else on the ship," Jim said, smiling and motioning toward Delbert, who was sitting across from him and furiously trying to signal Jim to shut up from behind Amelia's head.
"WHAT?!" Amelia yelled. "What happened, Delbert, what didn't you tell me?! I-"
"Shush!" Jim said, cutting her off. "He's fine. Almost got killed, yeah, but now he's just fine."
"So, what happened?" Sarah asked, glancing at Delbert, who was, it seemed, trying to murder Jim with his eyes. Jim just smiled at him and continued with his story.
"So, we're heading away from the Leiffenhose port, you know the one, right Captain?"
"Jim," Amelia interrupted, smiling at him. "Please, how many times must I say this? Unless we're sailing, please, call me Amelia."
"Yes, well, you know it, right, Amelia," he asked again, emphasizing her name. "Well, we're sailing away from port, after dropping off some cargo for some rich couple and stocking up on supplies, food and fuel and the sort, and all of a sudden, we're being shot at!" Jim said, jumping to his feet and motioning around wildly with his hands. "Doc was the first to notice the approaching ship. So as he's running to inform me, BAM! They take the first shot. I run to take the wheel, that's where we were hit, and I see Doc down on the deck, loading up weapons and passing them out to the crew! So I think to myself, 'If he doesn't get down, he's going to get himself killed!' but the next thing I know, they're storming the ship! They called themselves 'amateur pirates' and I'm thinking to myself, 'This is goddamn ridiculous.' But there was nothing I could do, because they captured everyone, and badly damaged my ship. So I turn to see where the good Doctor had gotten off to, and it seems that he was able to slip away before any of those pirates could get a hold on him. So that night, while those idiots were searching the ship for the cargo we no longer had, Doc sneaks up and lets a few of us go. Then he sneaks over to where those stupid pirates were sleeping and just starts shooting at them. So then I think, 'God, he's going to get us all killed. But I've got to give him a hand on that spunk of his.' And yeah, he almost does get us all killed; if he was standing two more inches to his right, and he would have taken one in the head! Instead, he takes one to the stomach, but only because he jumped in front of this other guy to save his life. This guy's got a wife and three kids, and one more on the way, too. He talked about them every night. We didn't know for a while if he was going to live; all he kept muttering was, 'I promised Amelia, I promised her.' He'd have horrible hallucinations at night and was very feverish. We really didn't think he was going to pull through, especially after one particularly bad night. I was sitting up with him, and I won't lie to you, Amelia. He should have died. I still don't know why or how he's alive today, but you two must have had a lucky star on your side. I woke up the next morning, and he was sitting up in bed, writing one of his letters to you and looking at that damned picture he carries with him all the time in his pocket. And that's my story," Jim said, breathless.
Sarah sat with her mouth agape; Delbert's head was resting in one hand on the table, and the other was being gripped by Amelia's tightly, her face as white as a sheet and her breathing coming deep and ragged.
"He... He..." she stuttered. "You... oh my God!" she screeched, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Hush darling, it's ok. I'm ok. Thinking of you made me pull through it." Delbert whispered in her ear, rocking her gently.
"Come on, Jim," Sarah whispered. "Let them be alone for a little bit. Help me bring out dinner."
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Sarah's big feast included a new recipe involving a pot roast, mashed potatoes and some Fangorian meat, all topped in delicious thick homemade gravy. Delbert dubbed it his "new favorite meal ever," which they all knew was a huge compliment for not many foods had ever been dubbed his "favorite."
"Mmmm," Delbert said, his mouth half-full. "Sarah, this is delicious. Is there any more?"
"Darling, don't speak with your mouth full," Amelia said off- handedly. Jim just laughed and passed him a dish.
There was just small talk around the dinner table, ("I will allow no talk about life-threatening adventures and barbaric men to be discussed around my table," Sarah hollered at Jim and Delbert. "And that's final!") but after everything was cleared away and the four sat around by the fireplace, Jim again began to speak of his trip.
Delbert turned his head quickly; he had an uneasy feeling that they were being watched. He tightened his grip around Amelia, whose legs were tucked underneath her and was leaning against his chest.
"Darling, are you alright?" she asked him quietly.
"Fine," he said slowly. "I do believe... everything's just fine."
Suddenly, the lights went out and gas bombs smashed through the windows.
"God, not again," Sarah thought to herself, right before collapsing to the floor in a fit of whooping coughs.
"Amelia," Delbert choked out. He blindly reached his arm over to where she fell. When the smoke finally cleared, Delbert opened his eyes to see Sarah and Amelia limp in the arms of two mysterious figures.
"MOM! AMELIA!" Jim hollered.
"Leave her alone," Delbert said. "It's not her you want, it's me."
"No," an evil voice cackled. "She's exactly who I want, because now I can get straight to you."
"Amelia!" Delbert screamed, diving toward her, only to be thrown back into a wall.
"No," he said to himself, all consciousness quickly leaving him. "Not Amelia. No...." And with that, all was darkness.
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Ok, you know the drill. R&R, Papaya, Papaya! *herds mouses toward the review button* Thanks!!!
Disclaimer: NOT MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ya hear me?! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Stop looking at me like that! BAAAAAAAAAH! Eh-hem. *fixes shirt* I'm ok, I swear...
GriffinWisdom: I quite agree with you when you say that there aren't enough A/D fics on this site! I'm glad you like it so far, thanks for the great review!!! You rock my sock! ^__^
Again, enough of me, so now I bring to you chapter two: "Attack" *bows* Enjoy.
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Delbert knocked on the door about half an hour later, Amelia by his side.
"Welcome back," Jim said when he answered the door.
"Dinner's almost ready," Sarah called. "Just give me a few more minutes!"
"Sit down," Jim said, waving his hand at four chairs around a nearby table.
"Thank you, Jim. Always the gentleman," Amelia smiled. "Come on now, tell us all about your adventures. I want to hear every detail."
"Wow, that's a lot of details," Jim laughed. "But, if you insist.
"The most exciting, dangerous, and by far the most petrifying experience I've ever had involved the good doctor here more than anyone else on the ship," Jim said, smiling and motioning toward Delbert, who was sitting across from him and furiously trying to signal Jim to shut up from behind Amelia's head.
"WHAT?!" Amelia yelled. "What happened, Delbert, what didn't you tell me?! I-"
"Shush!" Jim said, cutting her off. "He's fine. Almost got killed, yeah, but now he's just fine."
"So, what happened?" Sarah asked, glancing at Delbert, who was, it seemed, trying to murder Jim with his eyes. Jim just smiled at him and continued with his story.
"So, we're heading away from the Leiffenhose port, you know the one, right Captain?"
"Jim," Amelia interrupted, smiling at him. "Please, how many times must I say this? Unless we're sailing, please, call me Amelia."
"Yes, well, you know it, right, Amelia," he asked again, emphasizing her name. "Well, we're sailing away from port, after dropping off some cargo for some rich couple and stocking up on supplies, food and fuel and the sort, and all of a sudden, we're being shot at!" Jim said, jumping to his feet and motioning around wildly with his hands. "Doc was the first to notice the approaching ship. So as he's running to inform me, BAM! They take the first shot. I run to take the wheel, that's where we were hit, and I see Doc down on the deck, loading up weapons and passing them out to the crew! So I think to myself, 'If he doesn't get down, he's going to get himself killed!' but the next thing I know, they're storming the ship! They called themselves 'amateur pirates' and I'm thinking to myself, 'This is goddamn ridiculous.' But there was nothing I could do, because they captured everyone, and badly damaged my ship. So I turn to see where the good Doctor had gotten off to, and it seems that he was able to slip away before any of those pirates could get a hold on him. So that night, while those idiots were searching the ship for the cargo we no longer had, Doc sneaks up and lets a few of us go. Then he sneaks over to where those stupid pirates were sleeping and just starts shooting at them. So then I think, 'God, he's going to get us all killed. But I've got to give him a hand on that spunk of his.' And yeah, he almost does get us all killed; if he was standing two more inches to his right, and he would have taken one in the head! Instead, he takes one to the stomach, but only because he jumped in front of this other guy to save his life. This guy's got a wife and three kids, and one more on the way, too. He talked about them every night. We didn't know for a while if he was going to live; all he kept muttering was, 'I promised Amelia, I promised her.' He'd have horrible hallucinations at night and was very feverish. We really didn't think he was going to pull through, especially after one particularly bad night. I was sitting up with him, and I won't lie to you, Amelia. He should have died. I still don't know why or how he's alive today, but you two must have had a lucky star on your side. I woke up the next morning, and he was sitting up in bed, writing one of his letters to you and looking at that damned picture he carries with him all the time in his pocket. And that's my story," Jim said, breathless.
Sarah sat with her mouth agape; Delbert's head was resting in one hand on the table, and the other was being gripped by Amelia's tightly, her face as white as a sheet and her breathing coming deep and ragged.
"He... He..." she stuttered. "You... oh my God!" she screeched, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Hush darling, it's ok. I'm ok. Thinking of you made me pull through it." Delbert whispered in her ear, rocking her gently.
"Come on, Jim," Sarah whispered. "Let them be alone for a little bit. Help me bring out dinner."
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Sarah's big feast included a new recipe involving a pot roast, mashed potatoes and some Fangorian meat, all topped in delicious thick homemade gravy. Delbert dubbed it his "new favorite meal ever," which they all knew was a huge compliment for not many foods had ever been dubbed his "favorite."
"Mmmm," Delbert said, his mouth half-full. "Sarah, this is delicious. Is there any more?"
"Darling, don't speak with your mouth full," Amelia said off- handedly. Jim just laughed and passed him a dish.
There was just small talk around the dinner table, ("I will allow no talk about life-threatening adventures and barbaric men to be discussed around my table," Sarah hollered at Jim and Delbert. "And that's final!") but after everything was cleared away and the four sat around by the fireplace, Jim again began to speak of his trip.
Delbert turned his head quickly; he had an uneasy feeling that they were being watched. He tightened his grip around Amelia, whose legs were tucked underneath her and was leaning against his chest.
"Darling, are you alright?" she asked him quietly.
"Fine," he said slowly. "I do believe... everything's just fine."
Suddenly, the lights went out and gas bombs smashed through the windows.
"God, not again," Sarah thought to herself, right before collapsing to the floor in a fit of whooping coughs.
"Amelia," Delbert choked out. He blindly reached his arm over to where she fell. When the smoke finally cleared, Delbert opened his eyes to see Sarah and Amelia limp in the arms of two mysterious figures.
"MOM! AMELIA!" Jim hollered.
"Leave her alone," Delbert said. "It's not her you want, it's me."
"No," an evil voice cackled. "She's exactly who I want, because now I can get straight to you."
"Amelia!" Delbert screamed, diving toward her, only to be thrown back into a wall.
"No," he said to himself, all consciousness quickly leaving him. "Not Amelia. No...." And with that, all was darkness.
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Ok, you know the drill. R&R, Papaya, Papaya! *herds mouses toward the review button* Thanks!!!