Hey everyone, I'm back! Did ya miss me? … Anyone? ... Wow, tough crowd tonight. Anywho, sorry it's been so long, I'm still locked in a fierce battle with the evil Writers' Block, and am attempting to mount another rescue mission for Allegro. The last one didn't go so well. shudders. My musical note army suffered heavy losses, but I have hope that they will recover.

In other news, the computer that I'm writing on is having 'issues,' so it's taking me even longer to get this written, er, wroten,… wruten? Ah well, one of the three. Grammar never was my strong suit. Anywho, on with the story…

Disclaimer: I don't own them. I never will. My therapist and I have had long, emotional talks about this, but, I'm getting over that fact. I will survive.

On with the story… no, really, this time, the story is starting. Right now. Everyone else: WELL, GET ON WITH IT! Okay, okay, sheesh. Pushy much? Now on with the story. Everyone else: Groans

Last time on Checklist for a Bad Afternoon…

…You slowly start to fill out the requisition forms for your new computer, not realizing the sparks are coming off the back of the machine, and landing on the papers stacked behind it…

And now, for the conclusion…

Five minutes into your requisition form signing, you smell smoke. Your head shoots up, and with a sickening feeling, you look behind your now useless computer. What you see surprises you, although considering the way your day has been going, it really shouldn't. You jump back just as the deadly flames reach out to you. With a sigh, you race over to the fire alarm, pull it, and then you look for a fire extinguisher. Check

After thirty seconds of racing around, you realize that the fire extinguisher is MIA. Really, General Hammond should make those things mandatory every 50 feet. Your head shoots up fast so that you almost get whiplash, as you suddenly realize that you have a very important, very flammable, and very, very, explosive project in your lab. And by very, very explosive, you mean able to take out half the mountain. And then some. You race back in the lab, now not only fearing for your own safety, but for the safety of the entire complex. That and it would look bad on your resume if you blew up a mountain. For some reason, blowing up a sun is okay, but blowing up a mountain is a bad thing, a very bad thing.

Racing into your lab, you realize that there is so much smoke in your lab that you can't see anything. You also run the risk of getting severe smoke inhalation. With a half cough-half sigh, you blindly go about your lab, frantically searching for the experiment.

After a few minutes, some burns, and lots of smoke, you finally stumble upon your experiment. Literally. You walk right into the thing, and stub your toe on it, nearly falling flat on your butt in the process.

Now holding the wretched project, and your poor toe, you scurry out of you lab, just in time to be run over by Siler as he races to your lab with a fire extinguisher.

After a few short apologies, Siler rushes into the lab to try to contain the fire. With a sigh, you pick up the phone to call the infirmary. You have a feeling that he's going to need it.

No sooner than you'd put down the phone, Siler comes out of your lab. On fire. The last thing you notice is his freaked out face as he runs into you and the world fading to black as you pass out.

Some time later you wake up in the infirmary, groaning as the harsh lights assault your eyes. You check your watch, and feel a small bubble of happiness as you realize that it is 23:59; one minute 'till midnight. Hopefully with the passing of the day, your bad luck will end. 5 seconds… 4 seconds…3…2…1… 'Happy New Year' Sam thought wryly, as she said aloud, "I'd like to see you get me now, Murphy!" With that thought, a huge groan came from the bed under her, just as it collapsed. Sitting in the middle of the mess of metal, mattress, bed sheets, and medical equipment, Sam only had one though. 'I just had to say it.'

YES! It's finished! HALLELUJAH! I feel so happy now. I can start to post some of my other one-shots now that this is done. YES! WOOHOO! Sorry, just had to get that out of my system. Please, please,PLEASE review. It will make me very happy. And we all want me to be happy, right?…RIGHT?! Okay, enough of the madness. Now, I'm gonna go party and celebrate the completion of my story. YAY!