And we're back with more drama, romance, and action! Not really, but since this fic is one of the very few concerning Biggs and Wedge, it's worth a little browsing, no?
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I feel nothing, I sense nothing, I am nothing. Ommmmmmm…
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Chapter Nine: They Awake!
Rinoa bounced happily to the infirmary. "Squall! I'm so glad you're awake! Um, you have a little black unibrow on your face."
"Whatever…"
Squall continued to angrily glare off into nothing. He was determined to burn a hole into the wall with his eyes, never mind that he doesn't know Blue Magic like Quistis, who was hiding under the covers and refuses to come out. Zell had woken up but fell back asleep, snoring chainsaws. Selphie had already been released. Who ever did this to him was going to pay dearly. Nobody doodles on Squall Leonhart. Nobody! Oops, that sounded a little evil there…
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"Great job with the sign, Perna! Acostas, are the lights fixed yet? Hey, no, that doesn't go there! A little to the left!" yelled Selphie, still energetic despite the fact that she was in a wheelchair.
Wedge continued doing as he was told as well as he could, while Biggs did the same as sulkily as possible. After the larger man had been viciously attacked by Rinoa, Wedge had to drag him all the way to the infirmary. He had complained so much about his pain that Dr. Kadowaki threw him out of the infirmary and refused to treat him, saying, "You can bandage your own damn crybaby posterior, you stupid Galbadian!"
Wedge seriously felt bad for his friend. The guy flinched every time he touched a tender spot, which was just about everywhere. Maybe if he pleaded hard enough, Rinoa won't unleash her wrath on Biggs every time she saw him.
They were helping this Selphie girl with the Garden Festival decorations. Wedge had to admit that it was damned impressive how she could still bounce like a rubber ball on a sugar high even when she's confined to a wheelchair. Was that a fracture in one of the wheels? He had heard about her from other students before he and Biggs came to help out. They said she was the anti-gravitic hair from Trabia. She was the one whose giant green eyes could petrify a gorgon, whose voice could strike fear even in a ruby dragon. It is said that since light travels faster than sound, you would see a flash of bright, daisy yellow just before you heard the dreaded question: "Can you help in the Garden Festival?"
Personally, he didn't see what was so bad about helping her out. At least she was nice. "Ooh! That's a really nice job with the stage, Wedge!"
"Um, thank you ma'am," said Wedge, blushing. The girls nearby thought this was cute, and giggled, which caused Wedge to blush even more.
"Heehee, he is sooooo cute!" giggled one of the girls to her two friends.
Wedge smiled. Cute, huh? Well there's a first. At least he's got a chance with the girls here. Too bad they were all teenagers.
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Quistis was finally released from the infirmary. She was currently looking for Raijin and Fujin to discuss their proposal to teach martial arts classes. Let's see, a big guy wearing a vest and a trash bag, and an albino girl in blue with an eye patch… Ah, there's Raijin. Strange, he was alone for once. Oh, well. "Raijin!"
"Quistis! Err, it was all Fujin's idea, ya know? I swear, ya know?"
"What was Fujin's idea?"
"Ah, nothing, ya know?"
"Raijin, what was Fujin's idea?" asked Quistis evenly, like the calm before a storm.
"…Ya know…"
"You're the one who wrote 'behave!' on my chest, aren't you!"
"Sorry, Quistis, ya kno-Ow! Quistis, let's not jump to conclusions, ya know! I didn't do everything, ya know! Ahh, Fujin's gonna kill me, ya know!" said Raijin, doing an Irish jig while sprinting as Quistis lashed out at him with her whip.
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Doing community service for Squall wasn't so bad, Biggs thought. The president of Esthar was a pretty cool guy, and so were his aides. Right now he and Wedge were playing poker with the three. He couldn't see why the leader of SeeD dreaded dealing with these guys so much. He had specifically ordered them to "keep his guests entertained." Biggs supposed this was not what he had in mind, but it's just as well. "Read 'em and weep! Flush! Haha!" said Biggs as he slapped down his hand. Oh, yeah.
"…"
"Ward's got a royal flush," said Kiros. Ward laid down his cards with grace that Biggs would never have expected from such a big guy. He looked at the cards gloomily. Damn! He was so close, too!
Biggs was now deeply in debt. That Ward guy has a hell of a poker face.
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Fujin was intimidating a cadet for littering in the halls when she heard Raijin's voice yelling somewhere far off. He was such an idiot. She'll have to kick him in the shins for noise pollution later. But first, she had to deal with the frightened cadet, who was shaking like a cornered mouse.
This was going to be fun. Was that the sound of whips crackling in the distance?
"Fuu…!" she heard as a dying echo.
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Wedge crawled slowly into bed, doing a better zombie impression than any stupid horror movie ever could. Who knew that President Laguna was a former Galbadian soldier whose idea of 'super exciting fun' was to go fighting T-rexaurs all afternoon in the training center with his friends? Oy vay…
"Good night, sir…" he muttered. No response.
"Sir?"
It was only then that Wedge noticed Biggs was already snoring loudly. Oh, well. He was too tired to care. Within minutes, he was asleep.
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Oh, great. I'm naked again. Wait… I'm naked! Why the heck am I naked! I look around. Okay, I'm in some sort of an infirmary, except the walls aren't plastered white. And, ah!
"Oh good, you're awake."
He must be the doctor. He speaks funny. I've heard of some Highland Trabians speaking with an accent called a brogue. This must be it.
"How are ya feeling, Rodney?"
My name's not Rodney! It's Biggs; B-I-G-G-S. I try to say something, but nothing comes out.
"Do you recognize me Rodney? Great, he's got bloody head trauma. Hello, I'm Carson, Dr. Carson Beckett, MD. You're in Atlantis in the Pegasus galaxy. That's At-lan-tis. Can you say that Rodney?"
For the last time it's Biggs! I reach out my hand to slap him.
"Ow! Ya daft, cheeky wee bugger! Don't think that just because you've got amnesia that I won't use the big needles on you!"
Whatever. I'm outta here. I get up, but before I know it, I'm in a whole lotta pain and I can't move.
"Major! Do you have any idea what a wraith stunner blast can do to a patient in a weakened state like him!"
I slowly fade out. The last thing I hear before everything turns black sounded suspiciously like: "But it was fun!"
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Biggs slowly awoke to the sun shining in his face. Wedge was already up, shaving, a towel over his bare torso. Biggs wasn't going to bother with that today. It was too much trouble. Besides, less grooming means more sleeping. But before he knew it Wedge was yanking the covers off of him.
"Hey!" Biggs shrank into the fetal position, praying to whatever deity happened to be nearby that he could just have several more hours of sleep.
"Time to get up sir. We have to go clean something up in the cafeteria. Apparently it's a real big mess. They say it's very important that we get to it, but that we don't have to hurry too much."
"Then let me sleep," said Biggs through clenched teeth.
"Fine, but it's not my fault if Rinoa comes and tries to claw you to death again."
"Alright, alright. I'm up."
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"Really big mess, huh?"
Biggs looked around the cafeteria. It was perfectly clean. Everything was perfected organized and precisely ordered. Mary Poppins herself couldn't have done a better job. Everything seemed okay, until he heard a voice above him.
"Hey! Somebody get me down from here, ya know! I'm hungry, ya know!"
High on the cafeteria wall, there was Raijin, heavily plastered to the wall with profanities written all over him. Wedge had never seen such a variety of vulgarity. Even Biggs seemed genuinely impressed. What the heck are a 'popokopf' and a 'ben zonah'?
"I guess we better get started…" said Wedge.
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Popokopf means butthead in German. Ben zonah means son of a B-word in Hebrew. I just felt like applying my interest in linguistics to the story. And the whole dream sequence and random names were references to Stargate: Atlantis, a very good show. Please review!