Rather important little note: This fic is not a fic at all. It is a conglomeration of small drabbles, pieces of stories that do not belong in any fic. These were all challenges, where a phrase and the word count were given to me, and I wrote something in response to the challenge. I like some of them, so I'm posting them here, in this story thing. New drabbles go into new chapters. None of them go together. They're just here.
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Challenge #11
Phrase: "Well, I had it right here just a minute ago."
Word Count: 812
Rating: PG-13
Title: Inspiration
Author: Rydia Highwind
Disclaimer: Metal Gear Solid and Metal Gear Solid 2 and all characters refered to herein belong to Konami. I claim nothing, I'm simply borrowing.
Summary: Otacon screws up and Mei Ling catches him.
Warning: Very silly. During the tanker mission of MGS2.
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Of every possible thing that could ever go wrong during a mission, especially one that Otacon was getting an idea was nothing but a trap that he and Snake and Philanthropy were being lured into, this was probably one of the things Otacon considered the worst.
He was sitting in a rather unremarkable looking van near the viewing point of the Verazanno bridge, various computer displays glowing a soft green illuminating the otherwise unlit interior of the back of the van. The van was essentially a converted super computer with wheels, giving him details on the vital signs, inventory, and location of his partner running around on a tanker in the New York harbor due to sail right under the Verazanno in a few minutes. There, Snake was due to get off the boat with photographic evidence of the new model of metal gear that the Marines had created. It looked now, though, like they'd have to make another meeting point. Snake hadn't made it to the holds where Metal Gear RAY was being stored, and the tanker was already visible from the Verazanno, even in the pouring rain and heavy mist covering the bay.
Despite everything that had gone wrong thus far, the worst thing to go wrong was standing behind Otacon, and glaring narrowly at him. Good god, he hated it when Mei Ling glared. He really kind of hated it whenever she came to check in on him during a mission. But now was just...an especially bad time for her to come in.
He had Snake waiting for him on the codec, trying to get through to the ship's holds without being seen, while Otacon himself was performing all of the data analyst roles needed, as well as mission preparation work and data recall and CO and relay and anything else you could possibly need at your back in a mission like this. It really was a lot for one person to handle, hence Mei Ling being a small part of the missions when she had the time. When she was actually helpful, she was most certainly a blessing to have around. The problem came in when she got mad at Otacon. Kind of like...oh, right now.
Her pointed almond eyes were beyond glaring now, he could feel it on the back of his neck even as she looked over his shoulder, and he nervously shifted as he rifled through the large stack of papers in his hands. He was quite actively /not/ looking for the paper she was demanding to see, simply because he knew she wouldn't like what she found if she were to see it again, and wishing to high hell that he had thought to put a paper shredder in here. Well, there were always improvements being made to the computer-van, and that'd simply be the next one to make. Yeah.
"Come on, Otacon, you just /had/ it," she growled, her normally sweet voice edged with annoyance and exasperation. Her hands were on her hips in an air of 'I don't want to hurt you, Hal, but I will if I have to.' "I saw it! Where did it go?"
"Well, I had it right here just a minute ago," he stuttered, stumbling for some sort of an excuse and trying his absolute best to conceal the paper three sheets from the bottom. He could almost /hear/ Snake's taunts when this was all over. No. She couldn't find the paper. It was simply bad for his character for Snake to know he'd asked Mei Ling for help and then not even /used/ said help. Well, gee, it wasn't like he didn't have his own reasons.
"Oh, there it is! I just saw it. No, give me that!" Mei Ling had the paper in her hands before Otacon could even try to fight back. She was way too quick for her own good, that was for sure. He didn't try to get the paper back. It was far too late for that. Instead, he winced prematurely and waited for her to start yelling at him.
"HAL! You wrote all over this! After I took all that time out of my busy schedule to write these up for you! You know how busy I am! How could you do that? Snake, he's been feeding you all kinds of nonsense, don't listen to him! He made up his own meanings to all of my proverbs I gave him!" she exclaimed, even going so far as to address the man on the other end of the codec.
"I could sort of tell," Snake admitted, and Otacon glared at the tiny avatar representing his partner and the dirty little smirk adorning its green face. "He's...eh...not very good at finding meaning in these things, I'm afraid."
"I'll say," Mei Ling returned. "The Deep family's fish? Fermented fruit? Oh, come on, Otacon..."
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Challenge #11
Phrase: "Well, I had it right here just a minute ago."
Word Count: 812
Rating: PG-13
Title: Inspiration
Author: Rydia Highwind
Disclaimer: Metal Gear Solid and Metal Gear Solid 2 and all characters refered to herein belong to Konami. I claim nothing, I'm simply borrowing.
Summary: Otacon screws up and Mei Ling catches him.
Warning: Very silly. During the tanker mission of MGS2.
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Of every possible thing that could ever go wrong during a mission, especially one that Otacon was getting an idea was nothing but a trap that he and Snake and Philanthropy were being lured into, this was probably one of the things Otacon considered the worst.
He was sitting in a rather unremarkable looking van near the viewing point of the Verazanno bridge, various computer displays glowing a soft green illuminating the otherwise unlit interior of the back of the van. The van was essentially a converted super computer with wheels, giving him details on the vital signs, inventory, and location of his partner running around on a tanker in the New York harbor due to sail right under the Verazanno in a few minutes. There, Snake was due to get off the boat with photographic evidence of the new model of metal gear that the Marines had created. It looked now, though, like they'd have to make another meeting point. Snake hadn't made it to the holds where Metal Gear RAY was being stored, and the tanker was already visible from the Verazanno, even in the pouring rain and heavy mist covering the bay.
Despite everything that had gone wrong thus far, the worst thing to go wrong was standing behind Otacon, and glaring narrowly at him. Good god, he hated it when Mei Ling glared. He really kind of hated it whenever she came to check in on him during a mission. But now was just...an especially bad time for her to come in.
He had Snake waiting for him on the codec, trying to get through to the ship's holds without being seen, while Otacon himself was performing all of the data analyst roles needed, as well as mission preparation work and data recall and CO and relay and anything else you could possibly need at your back in a mission like this. It really was a lot for one person to handle, hence Mei Ling being a small part of the missions when she had the time. When she was actually helpful, she was most certainly a blessing to have around. The problem came in when she got mad at Otacon. Kind of like...oh, right now.
Her pointed almond eyes were beyond glaring now, he could feel it on the back of his neck even as she looked over his shoulder, and he nervously shifted as he rifled through the large stack of papers in his hands. He was quite actively /not/ looking for the paper she was demanding to see, simply because he knew she wouldn't like what she found if she were to see it again, and wishing to high hell that he had thought to put a paper shredder in here. Well, there were always improvements being made to the computer-van, and that'd simply be the next one to make. Yeah.
"Come on, Otacon, you just /had/ it," she growled, her normally sweet voice edged with annoyance and exasperation. Her hands were on her hips in an air of 'I don't want to hurt you, Hal, but I will if I have to.' "I saw it! Where did it go?"
"Well, I had it right here just a minute ago," he stuttered, stumbling for some sort of an excuse and trying his absolute best to conceal the paper three sheets from the bottom. He could almost /hear/ Snake's taunts when this was all over. No. She couldn't find the paper. It was simply bad for his character for Snake to know he'd asked Mei Ling for help and then not even /used/ said help. Well, gee, it wasn't like he didn't have his own reasons.
"Oh, there it is! I just saw it. No, give me that!" Mei Ling had the paper in her hands before Otacon could even try to fight back. She was way too quick for her own good, that was for sure. He didn't try to get the paper back. It was far too late for that. Instead, he winced prematurely and waited for her to start yelling at him.
"HAL! You wrote all over this! After I took all that time out of my busy schedule to write these up for you! You know how busy I am! How could you do that? Snake, he's been feeding you all kinds of nonsense, don't listen to him! He made up his own meanings to all of my proverbs I gave him!" she exclaimed, even going so far as to address the man on the other end of the codec.
"I could sort of tell," Snake admitted, and Otacon glared at the tiny avatar representing his partner and the dirty little smirk adorning its green face. "He's...eh...not very good at finding meaning in these things, I'm afraid."
"I'll say," Mei Ling returned. "The Deep family's fish? Fermented fruit? Oh, come on, Otacon..."