A/N: Sorry to anyone who was reading this and wondering why it took me so,
so long to upload any of my rubbish. anyhows, the reason is that I've been
a bit busy and much stressed, and unlike many writers who release stress
through prose, I bottled up, and have yet to release. but here it is. In
all it's rubbish. enjoy and don't forget to criticize (happy reviews are
also welcome. remember the faster I get a few reviews the faster I post the
next chappie- which is better, I think, and it's already written.)
IN THE EYES OF A GRAY
Greetings earthlings, as previously documented-
-Father, they already know that, just get on with the report!
*clears throat and coughs*
As previously documented, I am Prime 388 and my partner is Prime 387. We, along with a wide variety of other grays have been commissioned to prove -in the most devious ways- that extra terrestrials have coexisted for nearly a millennia.
Agent Mulder has been the most successful candidature for the mass revelation in our mission so far, however all we have as yet managed to prove to those around him is that he may be slightly clinically insane, and is prone to follow the slightest hint of a discovery, which has enabled him to be fooled countless times over by the colonists.
-father, I'll be gone for a while... Father!
I heard you D-gray! Just hold on for a while, while I turn the recorder off and I'll leave with you.
*click*
"Alright. So, -Help, I'm trying to make small talk here- this hallway is pretty long isn't it?
-Yes, father.
*uncomfortable silence*
"So, D-gray, I know you're growing up at an alarmingly fast rate...
-All grays do father, what's your point?
"nothing...
-Father did you know that Prime 17 has just been removed from the gray-an hierarchy?
"And about time too, at least I'll be promoted to become Prime 387... Prime 17 was a slow fool anyway.
-um, actually father, that position has already been offered, so there will be no change.
"To whom?!
-me...
I am down on my knees bawling-
"Aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!! how can this be?
-um father,
"you don't have a father! Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!
-there are people watching...
we had already reached the end of the hallway, and apparently in my frustration and disappointment, I had failed to notice... at least that is what Prime 17-to be- tells me. I am now convinced that Above Prime has given her the position and a possible matter transforiton to humiliate me further.
"being as you are my daughter...
I whisper quietly to her as we are now in gray thoroughfare.
"Do you want to swap?
-what father? No way!
"Fine. Cow.
I mutter as she departs for a course to become the ultimate Prime 388 spy-er, and I search for Prime 387.
387: What's wrong? she asks me as soon as I enter her leaving chamber in the fifth quadrant of the mothership.
388: *sniffle*
She's becoming Prime 17.
387: Oh, already knew that, you're sorry to lose her aren't you?
388: No, I wanted a promotion... What?! She's going to leave? But whose going to wax my feet? And clean our house-ing?
*Wails*
387: '88, you did all that remember? Stop wailing, your high-pitched splatter hurts my sensitive skin!!
388: But I never waxed my feet!!! *wails* Only once... in that place, wait no that makes it twice... no three... *wails* She didn't do anything for me!!
387: I didn't mean your feet, I meant hers you oaf... and if you waxed yours properly last week's embarrassing situation wouldn't have occurred! You know, Above Prime wasn't pleased when you got stuck in his office because your feet were badly waxed... and then you got stuck to him, legs are hard to grow '88! You're lucky that you didn't get removed from the hierarchy for that!
388: That was not my fault *sniffles* I had to grow a leg too. That's why you hadn't seen me for three days.
387: it took you three days?
388: no only 72 hours!
She smirks (as only a gray can smirk) at me and I cower in re... in fear
*cringe* I don't like to think of myself in those words.
388: no work today? well, I should be off then...
I turn around and push the door in a vain attempt to leave Prime 387's quarters. The seal does not respond to the *push* command. My head and hand are melded into the panels until Prime 387 feels compassionate enough to command the seals to release me.
388: please release me... please?
387: just go.
I melded into the seal from her quadrant and out into the fifth quad hallway and proceeded to the main gray thoroughfare. Feeling silly at again being the last gray to know what is going on.
By the time I get back to my windy little alcove D-gray- or should I say Prime 17-to-be- is already there. Looking as apologetic as a gray can look I guess. Maybe she wants to swap.
"Are you ready to swap?
-No, Father!! I have to inform you that Above Prime has mentioned that I move out of your abode and into my own.
"Fine, leave me to my depression and misery- and other depressing stuff!! You don't care about me anymore!!
-Father, grays don't get depressed. We can't, not really anyway.
"But you don't care about me in my *dramatic sigh* frail dotage. Hm!
-Yes Father. But I must go now. Maybe we should meet later?
"No, *dramatic sigh* I need some time, Hm, I'll visit your new fancy-nancy quadrant when the time is right.
-Yes, Father.
She leaves through the door. For the past times that she has lived with me as my D-gray the door has never once not obeyed her commands. That mutyabi door! I should finish my report.
I fumble around for the recorder and I realise that I have left it on for the whole day and that it has captured every thought that I have had today. I will finish it off however.
"This week, I, Prime 388, feel that there is no need to report the non- findings and proofs that Prime 387 and myself have led Agent's Mulder and Scully to. Only that the most significant thing that has happened this week is that my previous and only D-gray has been directly promoted to Prime 17 and is at the beginning stages of her potential glory. And that I, as her father gray, am proud of her. One day she may listen to this (probably now as she is spying on me) and know.
END OF EPISODE FIVE.
Well? What do you think? Good, bad, ugly? Should I be crucified? Did you enjoy it? Did it inspire you? Make you laugh, make you cry? Yes, no? Well, doesn't matter, I only half care (I'm only kidding!! I do care!), anyhow, review.. Please?
-kenobi.
IN THE EYES OF A GRAY
Greetings earthlings, as previously documented-
-Father, they already know that, just get on with the report!
*clears throat and coughs*
As previously documented, I am Prime 388 and my partner is Prime 387. We, along with a wide variety of other grays have been commissioned to prove -in the most devious ways- that extra terrestrials have coexisted for nearly a millennia.
Agent Mulder has been the most successful candidature for the mass revelation in our mission so far, however all we have as yet managed to prove to those around him is that he may be slightly clinically insane, and is prone to follow the slightest hint of a discovery, which has enabled him to be fooled countless times over by the colonists.
-father, I'll be gone for a while... Father!
I heard you D-gray! Just hold on for a while, while I turn the recorder off and I'll leave with you.
*click*
"Alright. So, -Help, I'm trying to make small talk here- this hallway is pretty long isn't it?
-Yes, father.
*uncomfortable silence*
"So, D-gray, I know you're growing up at an alarmingly fast rate...
-All grays do father, what's your point?
"nothing...
-Father did you know that Prime 17 has just been removed from the gray-an hierarchy?
"And about time too, at least I'll be promoted to become Prime 387... Prime 17 was a slow fool anyway.
-um, actually father, that position has already been offered, so there will be no change.
"To whom?!
-me...
I am down on my knees bawling-
"Aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!! how can this be?
-um father,
"you don't have a father! Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!
-there are people watching...
we had already reached the end of the hallway, and apparently in my frustration and disappointment, I had failed to notice... at least that is what Prime 17-to be- tells me. I am now convinced that Above Prime has given her the position and a possible matter transforiton to humiliate me further.
"being as you are my daughter...
I whisper quietly to her as we are now in gray thoroughfare.
"Do you want to swap?
-what father? No way!
"Fine. Cow.
I mutter as she departs for a course to become the ultimate Prime 388 spy-er, and I search for Prime 387.
387: What's wrong? she asks me as soon as I enter her leaving chamber in the fifth quadrant of the mothership.
388: *sniffle*
She's becoming Prime 17.
387: Oh, already knew that, you're sorry to lose her aren't you?
388: No, I wanted a promotion... What?! She's going to leave? But whose going to wax my feet? And clean our house-ing?
*Wails*
387: '88, you did all that remember? Stop wailing, your high-pitched splatter hurts my sensitive skin!!
388: But I never waxed my feet!!! *wails* Only once... in that place, wait no that makes it twice... no three... *wails* She didn't do anything for me!!
387: I didn't mean your feet, I meant hers you oaf... and if you waxed yours properly last week's embarrassing situation wouldn't have occurred! You know, Above Prime wasn't pleased when you got stuck in his office because your feet were badly waxed... and then you got stuck to him, legs are hard to grow '88! You're lucky that you didn't get removed from the hierarchy for that!
388: That was not my fault *sniffles* I had to grow a leg too. That's why you hadn't seen me for three days.
387: it took you three days?
388: no only 72 hours!
She smirks (as only a gray can smirk) at me and I cower in re... in fear
*cringe* I don't like to think of myself in those words.
388: no work today? well, I should be off then...
I turn around and push the door in a vain attempt to leave Prime 387's quarters. The seal does not respond to the *push* command. My head and hand are melded into the panels until Prime 387 feels compassionate enough to command the seals to release me.
388: please release me... please?
387: just go.
I melded into the seal from her quadrant and out into the fifth quad hallway and proceeded to the main gray thoroughfare. Feeling silly at again being the last gray to know what is going on.
By the time I get back to my windy little alcove D-gray- or should I say Prime 17-to-be- is already there. Looking as apologetic as a gray can look I guess. Maybe she wants to swap.
"Are you ready to swap?
-No, Father!! I have to inform you that Above Prime has mentioned that I move out of your abode and into my own.
"Fine, leave me to my depression and misery- and other depressing stuff!! You don't care about me anymore!!
-Father, grays don't get depressed. We can't, not really anyway.
"But you don't care about me in my *dramatic sigh* frail dotage. Hm!
-Yes Father. But I must go now. Maybe we should meet later?
"No, *dramatic sigh* I need some time, Hm, I'll visit your new fancy-nancy quadrant when the time is right.
-Yes, Father.
She leaves through the door. For the past times that she has lived with me as my D-gray the door has never once not obeyed her commands. That mutyabi door! I should finish my report.
I fumble around for the recorder and I realise that I have left it on for the whole day and that it has captured every thought that I have had today. I will finish it off however.
"This week, I, Prime 388, feel that there is no need to report the non- findings and proofs that Prime 387 and myself have led Agent's Mulder and Scully to. Only that the most significant thing that has happened this week is that my previous and only D-gray has been directly promoted to Prime 17 and is at the beginning stages of her potential glory. And that I, as her father gray, am proud of her. One day she may listen to this (probably now as she is spying on me) and know.
END OF EPISODE FIVE.
Well? What do you think? Good, bad, ugly? Should I be crucified? Did you enjoy it? Did it inspire you? Make you laugh, make you cry? Yes, no? Well, doesn't matter, I only half care (I'm only kidding!! I do care!), anyhow, review.. Please?
-kenobi.