I'm trying to live up to what I said about posting more quickly, so I'm
going to get this on Fanfic ASAP.
Soz for the long delay, I went on a big skiing trip (and froze what braincells I had left).
Do you still want me writing this? What needs changing?? Advise me! Jaffa kree!
Sorry.
Jerst a little carried away there.
Anyway, I'll get on with it. :)
Reviewers, you guys rock. Thanks for the support.
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Offworld Antics Chapter 4
Migraines, Mix-Ups, and Memories -
Oh agony, agony, agony... She rolled over, burrowed further under the warm covers, and tried to ignore her pounding head.
*Just a few more hours sleep...* Maybe then the hangover wouldn't be so bad...
God, it must have been some night...She hadn't been this trashed in years!
Just as long as nothing...er...happened...with anyone. Uh-oh... She blushed crimson. This could NOT be good...
Reaching out a hand, she patted the blankets, searching for another body. *It wouldn't be so bad,* she mused, *If he looked like David Boreanaz, or Heath Ledger, or that gorgeous biology teacher in high school...mm...deep brown eyes...*
But then a terrible thought occurred.
*Hey, when you're drunk, every guy looks like that gorgeous biology teacher you had in high school! Only a little older...with silvery grey hair...Oh dear...*
The searching became more frantic.
Finding nothing, she sighed, relieved. *Phew...but I wonder what DID happen?*
And just who had put her to bed!? She was never this neat when she was drunk...
Searching back into the depths of her memory, she tried to recall what the hell had happened in the last 24 hours.
A handful of memories came to her. Rubbing her temples, she tried to make some sense of them.
A bright sunny day, pretty wildflowers, sun, warmth, happiness, two moons...hang on...
She massaged her temples. *Really* drunk...
A tall guy, with glasses, babbling about something, pointing at some ruined buildings. *He needs to lose the glasses...*
Dancing with a reeally tall guy, with a weird stamp on his forehead. Landing on the ground, with those pretty flowers all around...
A cute little rabbit, with big blue eyes, staring up at her adorably, oh, and those lovely sharp teeth, *Hold on, that's not good!* Hello handsome...veeery nice...brown eyes too...cute butt... The rabbit-like critter went flying, and the stranger lifted his t-shirt over his head, showing off a nicely toned stomach...
Ok, next memory...
Chocolate, lots and lots of chocolate...Mmm, god it was good...Smearing it all over herself, and the glasses guy wiping it off, spoiling the fun...
Finally drowzing...
Being picked up, taken to her bed, and tucked in...
She struggled with her thoughts. There was something else, she knew it...
A gentle pressure on her forehead, like a kiss.
She shook her head quickly, then winced.*That wasn't smart...*
Ok, that last memory WAS a figment of her alcohol-induced imagination.
Shame really.
Deciding that she'd have to open her eyes sooner or later, she steeled herself. Ok, one eye at a time. Slowly...
Argh! Bright, ooh pain, agony... Wait a second. She risked a fleeting glance. Since when was her bedroom ceiling green? And so low... And when did her bedcovers get a zip? Hold on a second...
She opened her eyes, and blinked rapidly. A tent...a sleeping bag...
Oh crap...
The mission!
She remembered arriving on the planet, but what happened after that? God, hopefully nothing embarrassing...She had seen the colonel packing a camera...
Groaning, she unzipped her sleeping bag, noticed she was still fully clothed (small mercy), and proceeded to tackle her tent zip.
Finally succeeding, she dared to poke her head out.
Argh! The light! Melting! Melting, melting...gurgle...
***
Ok, I'm writing the next chapter now, so please don't despair! Soz, again, for the delay...
Please review, I need help! And not just for my psychotic mind, either. Any and all suggestions appreciated. Flames are good, less of them are even better! Please tell me what you think. : )
Soz for the long delay, I went on a big skiing trip (and froze what braincells I had left).
Do you still want me writing this? What needs changing?? Advise me! Jaffa kree!
Sorry.
Jerst a little carried away there.
Anyway, I'll get on with it. :)
Reviewers, you guys rock. Thanks for the support.
***
Offworld Antics Chapter 4
Migraines, Mix-Ups, and Memories -
Oh agony, agony, agony... She rolled over, burrowed further under the warm covers, and tried to ignore her pounding head.
*Just a few more hours sleep...* Maybe then the hangover wouldn't be so bad...
God, it must have been some night...She hadn't been this trashed in years!
Just as long as nothing...er...happened...with anyone. Uh-oh... She blushed crimson. This could NOT be good...
Reaching out a hand, she patted the blankets, searching for another body. *It wouldn't be so bad,* she mused, *If he looked like David Boreanaz, or Heath Ledger, or that gorgeous biology teacher in high school...mm...deep brown eyes...*
But then a terrible thought occurred.
*Hey, when you're drunk, every guy looks like that gorgeous biology teacher you had in high school! Only a little older...with silvery grey hair...Oh dear...*
The searching became more frantic.
Finding nothing, she sighed, relieved. *Phew...but I wonder what DID happen?*
And just who had put her to bed!? She was never this neat when she was drunk...
Searching back into the depths of her memory, she tried to recall what the hell had happened in the last 24 hours.
A handful of memories came to her. Rubbing her temples, she tried to make some sense of them.
A bright sunny day, pretty wildflowers, sun, warmth, happiness, two moons...hang on...
She massaged her temples. *Really* drunk...
A tall guy, with glasses, babbling about something, pointing at some ruined buildings. *He needs to lose the glasses...*
Dancing with a reeally tall guy, with a weird stamp on his forehead. Landing on the ground, with those pretty flowers all around...
A cute little rabbit, with big blue eyes, staring up at her adorably, oh, and those lovely sharp teeth, *Hold on, that's not good!* Hello handsome...veeery nice...brown eyes too...cute butt... The rabbit-like critter went flying, and the stranger lifted his t-shirt over his head, showing off a nicely toned stomach...
Ok, next memory...
Chocolate, lots and lots of chocolate...Mmm, god it was good...Smearing it all over herself, and the glasses guy wiping it off, spoiling the fun...
Finally drowzing...
Being picked up, taken to her bed, and tucked in...
She struggled with her thoughts. There was something else, she knew it...
A gentle pressure on her forehead, like a kiss.
She shook her head quickly, then winced.*That wasn't smart...*
Ok, that last memory WAS a figment of her alcohol-induced imagination.
Shame really.
Deciding that she'd have to open her eyes sooner or later, she steeled herself. Ok, one eye at a time. Slowly...
Argh! Bright, ooh pain, agony... Wait a second. She risked a fleeting glance. Since when was her bedroom ceiling green? And so low... And when did her bedcovers get a zip? Hold on a second...
She opened her eyes, and blinked rapidly. A tent...a sleeping bag...
Oh crap...
The mission!
She remembered arriving on the planet, but what happened after that? God, hopefully nothing embarrassing...She had seen the colonel packing a camera...
Groaning, she unzipped her sleeping bag, noticed she was still fully clothed (small mercy), and proceeded to tackle her tent zip.
Finally succeeding, she dared to poke her head out.
Argh! The light! Melting! Melting, melting...gurgle...
***
Ok, I'm writing the next chapter now, so please don't despair! Soz, again, for the delay...
Please review, I need help! And not just for my psychotic mind, either. Any and all suggestions appreciated. Flames are good, less of them are even better! Please tell me what you think. : )