Hey, I'm finally back!Sorry fornot updating, I owe at least one person another chapter... but the good news isI got a A on my History project!

Thanks to: Worker72, leev and Kuurosuki, . Another random AU tdrabble my brain kicked out. Kuurosuki and I are working on something kindarelated to the last couple of drabbles. We just haven't figured out what yet. ;)
Please review!


To speak


White room, white bed,-what, did Michel Jackson break in- oh, a hospital. Pops' worried face above me. Sharon in the background.

"Are you alright, son." It's not a question, no matter how it seems- I'll be alright.

I grin, throat sore and ask, /Anyone get the number on that Bang Baby/

Sharon doesn't insult me, just stares with quivering eyes, and like shutters on an abandoned home, Pops' face closes.

/What/

Sharon bursts into tears "I'll kill him, kill him!" She cries, storms out. And then it hits me- far harder than the explosion had.

I hadn't made a sound.