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Part 15- The Search is On

Lennon muttered expletives, English and Yiddish mixed with a couple she picked up on her many travels, all so vile and harsh, they'd up the rating more than one notch if they were written out.

So they won't be.

Deal with it.

She was angry and completely ticked off that Rodney faked it.

(Gutter break)

Who does that?

Now she had to find another bunny and get Rodney alone, again, before they left.

And it all had to be done without Charlie finding out. If she did, she'd be even angrier that she would've been if she found out right away.

Lennon knew that if Charlie found out at this point, she'd be off to a disciplinary hearing, and there went any hopes of a holiday bonus.

… Seasonal bonus. The APBA doesn't do holidays for plot bunny reasons.

So life pretty much sucked.

The mission sucked.

Checking in bihourly was routine and expected, so not as to rile suspicions up, Lennon radioed, "Pulled into a black hole yet?"

"That'll never happen, though it does sound like something I'd have to pull your butt out of." Charlotte teased, sort of. It was more like making a statement.

"Yeah right. Madge is playing house with Jonas, and since you both seem to think I'm a five year old, I need my mommy."

"Can it, Lenny. I'm not in the mood for any of your lip."

"Fine." At least she hadn't called her by her last name. "What's your six?"

"Level 15."

"That's it? You should be on at least 14 by now cuz this mission in turning into one long bi-"

"For someone building a rep for being such a top level Buster, among other more unscrupulous things, you can be extremely irritating."

"Thank you."

Charlotte gave an exasperated sigh, "Radio me when you're up here. And don't get into any more trouble."

She snarked, "Yes mommy dearest."

With the active radio link disconnected and her zat drawn, Lennon cautiously hit the red button on the wall.

Red made her nervous. All the bad and deeply destructive buttons and switches were always red.

The wide door to the bay slid open.

---Jogging over here…---

Charlotte shook her head as the radio clicked off.

Lennon was always an interesting Buster to work with.

Speaking of Lennon, since she was going to rendezvous with her in a few, Charlotte really needed to find that antidote.

She was sure she couldn't keep neglecting the hallucinations for very long, and having Lennon around was just going to complicate things.

One would think a little vial wouldn't be that hard to find in one pack.

But it was.

And the CO was in fact ready to pick the whole thing up and dump it out on top of the crate.

Her better judgment went against it because if there was a situation, all her stuff would be all over.

That would not be good.

So there she was, rummaging for the zillionth time through the thing of cloth.

Worry was sinking in that she didn't even have it.

She found an old cigar that no longer resembled a cigar so much as a stained glob of wet leaves.

Weird. Her canteen must have leaked recently.

Throwing that on the ground with a disgusted face, movement caught her eye.

"Littering isn't good for the environment."

Her eyes widened as a certain Major stood casually a few feet away and she muttered, "Oh crap."

---Back here…---

Lennon looked around the room once she hit the light switch, "Hello there."

The SEP field generator (remember?) sat in its place in the far left corner, and a small group of amnesia bunnies were hopping around, looking very confused.

They did after all come back to the den to find it completely empty.

Lennon was excited over the possibility of one thing going her way and slowly raised her zat at the two young bunnies and three adults.

A sudden movement would have sent the bunnies into attack mode all at once and then this fic would meet an early and unplanned end with the erasing of all of Lennon's memories.

Hmm…

Nope, can't do it.

It'd be a great ending though, don't ya think?

It wouldn't fit into WPBA-universe canon though… ahh well. Back to the story.

The adult bunnies approached Lennon curiously and rather inch-work like from their places about twenty feet away when she leveled the zat at them.

She started zatting with spectacular aim, but the pesky thing with zats is their… slowness.

The last adult bunny sped up since it was being attacked and made it close enough to spring at her, its front paws splayed out in front ready to grip on to her shoulders and neck.

Lennon ducked and rolled a good five feet and added a shot at the end of the move.

The bunny was hit as it landed on the ground.

The two young bunnies looked at their… parents (presumingly, or maybe they ran the daycare as their real parents were out causing havoc) fallen and unmoving. Then they looked at Lennon.

The glare was not pretty.

In fact, it would freeze an inexperienced Buster in her tracks, but Lennon wasn't fazed and fired as quickly as possible, not bothering to get to her feet to do it.

The blast hit both.

She let out a heavy breath, "And no one saw that shot. Life isn't fair."

---Follow the yellow brick road over here…---

"Marcus." She corrected herself with a straight face, "Major Lorne. What are you doing up and here, by me…?"

"Still couldn't sleep."

"Did you try because sleep is very necessary for the proper functioning of the body." She should know, she was running on just a few hours and with the effects of the ship, she was more loopy and cloudy than she'd admit.

It was sort of like that one time at the Academy when all the girls went on a weekend trip to the city and ended up-

Ow!

Did you see that? Charlotte hit me. How'd she do that?

Oh she's gonna pay.

"No I won't."

"What?" Lorne looked both confused and worried.

"Nothing." She shot a scowl up and resumed her search for the vile, determined to ignore Lorne standing right over there looking all hot and manly.

Really hot.

"Is it warm in here?" He stripped off the green uniform shirt, leaving a very tight black tee-shirt that hugged his biceps and chest.

Told ya she'd suffer some payback.

Charlotte glanced up at him, wishing she hadn't, and looked back down, reverting to her inner-mantra of 'I will not jump Major Lorne.' "It's not. In fact it's cold, very cold. Freezing. Think Siberia."

"It's odd that such an out of the way place on base is so warm."

Charlotte bit her lip continuing her search, "What are you doing back here exactly?"

He shrugged, one hand in his pocket the other holding the shirt, "I was walking around and ended up here."

"I'm sure it happened exactly like that."

"Are you accusing me of something, Charlotte?" He asked rather… flirty. Hard core flirty.

Charlotte sighed and snipped, channeling Lennon to keep sweetness from creeping into her voice, "I'm not accusing you of anything, Major."

"Marcus."

"I'd appreciate if you'd address me as Sergeant, Major." She looked up after she said it and caught his eyes.

His whole face had fallen into a miserable expression.

It broke her heart and made her want to forget regulations for once and go and live life.

He sobered up almost instantly, "No problem, Sergeant."

"Good." She swallowed a lump in her throat.

"You were right though. I was looking for you." He reached into the green shirt pocket.

She furrowed her eyebrows.

"I heard I owed you these." He pulled out a pair of aviator sunglasses and crossed the few feet to her, holding them out.

"I can't accept these."

"Call it a parting gift." He placed them next to her pack, winked, and strolled away.

Charlotte stared after him pretty speechless.

That was it?

He wasn't going to put up a fight and try to get in her pants? Smut bunnies drove unknowing characters and canons crazy.

But he resisted.

Completely.

Holy crap.

What a gentlemen.

That alone caused her to want to run after him. But she kept her feet firmly planted and didn't move an inch as her logical mind told her to.

It didn't stop her mind from wandering though.

A new hallucination that involved Sherlock Holmes shimmered into her vision, snapping her back into reality and she looked into the pack.

Sitting right on top was a vial of orange liquid.

"No effing way." She whispered.

---Dashing again---

Whistling, but too stubborn to whistle our favorite show tune and opting for a Clash song, Lennon disintegrated the stunned adult bunnies.

She zat-

Erm. –sat on the floor next to the two young bunnies and flipped the top of her pack over. The donuts were still there, properly wrapped in napkins, but they weren't in the way so she just left them in there.

The plastic container she was looking for was just below the ACME Invisible Paint. It had a springy latex film over the top, and was typically used for milking snake venom.

She had other uses for it.

Picking up one of the stunned young bunnies, she whispered in her best Elmer Fud voice, "Be vewy vewy quiet, we're milking rabbits."

A/N: I know, I know. There was no jumping of Lorne. It just wasn't gonna happen for character and story reasons.

Oh and in case anyone's wondering why I haven't been replying to reviews as of late, ffnet has decided to pick on me by crippling that feature for me.

Huh. Maybe it's some sort of WPBA curse cuz it's doing that to Techie too… huh.

Anyway, I still read them all and they keep the bunnies alive, so thanks! And thank you for reading!