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Apr. 23rd, 2003 11:23 pmAfter a couple of days of doing accounts I feel the need to rip loose and howl! Consequently, and fuelled by half a bottle of something white and dry, I post the following snippet of The Mattress - Resprung: (incidentlly, I'm looking for a beta-reader if anyone feels brave enough.)
Angel wandered off, followed by Armand and Lestat who had lost interest when no blood was to be seen.
Severus watched them go sourly. You couldn’t fault them for style but immortality obviously wasn’t IQ linked. Then a happy thought occurred to him and he looked around.
“Is there a doctor in the house?” he shouted.
“Severus!” Remus snarled before he was bowled over in the rush. Chaos reigned until the 4th Doctor beat the others off the recumbent Sirius with his hat. He in turn was ousted, mercifully before he could find a suitable orifice for his sonic screwdriver, by the wickedly sharp elbows of the ancient Doctor McCoy. He and Doctor Watson conferred for a moment and consulted Peter Blood who offered a choice between bleeding and purging. Severus met Remus’ accusing glare with a smirk.
“Just getting my own back for that little incident last summer,” he told him, then the smirk broadened into a grin.
“No,” Remus protested, turning back to the assorted medics, “Dr McCoy, he certainly doesn’t need an enema. Good grief, man, you’re obsessed.”
Man of action that he was, Harry led Ron and Draco in a spearhead attack to recover his supine godfather, driving through the wildly gesticulating doctors. They were not happy to be deprived of their entertainment and things began to turn nasty. Ron got a sharp smack round the ear from Dr Watson’s tongue depressor. Draco got the 6th Doctor, the wussy blond one who didn’t last long, in a headlock. Harry stole the scarf and used it to lash Doctors three through five to an ornamental aspidistra stand. At that point the calm bulk of Captain Carrot intervened, ushering the antagonists aside with a gentle but irresistible sweep of his arms to clear a little space. Remus darted into it and heaved a sigh of relief to see Dr Bashir calmly taking Sirius' pulse.
“He’s in shock,” Bashir said, “and no wonder. You know the drill, Remus. Keep him warm and try to get some hot sweet tea into him. There’s no point in asking him to take it easy for a few days – fan fiction is a harsh mistress. I only wish…,” then he shrugged and stood up. “Don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. “We’ve all been there.” Then he returned to the Star Fleet area where all the various generations who were not holding down Lieutenant Worf were cheering McCoy, who had just dropped the frail first Doctor with a vicious swipe of his tricorder.
As the combatants were separated, given a very gentle telling off and sent on their way, Remus knelt beside Sirius again and tried to uncurl him. Spike, who had been hovering around the edges of the scrum, dying to get involved but still suffering from his chipped state, dropped to his heels in a crackle of black leather and grinned at Remus.
“What happened to him, then?” he demanded. “Go on, tell me.”
You'll have to either agree to beta or, worse, read the fic to find out. Muhahahahaha! (ooooh I'm going to be ill in the morning.)
On a totally happy note, or rather two of them. i saw an email today where someone who didn't know I'd see it was nice about Black Dog (huge ego boost that)and also found that I could IM Bane and Mabel. So much more fun than email.
Angel wandered off, followed by Armand and Lestat who had lost interest when no blood was to be seen.
Severus watched them go sourly. You couldn’t fault them for style but immortality obviously wasn’t IQ linked. Then a happy thought occurred to him and he looked around.
“Is there a doctor in the house?” he shouted.
“Severus!” Remus snarled before he was bowled over in the rush. Chaos reigned until the 4th Doctor beat the others off the recumbent Sirius with his hat. He in turn was ousted, mercifully before he could find a suitable orifice for his sonic screwdriver, by the wickedly sharp elbows of the ancient Doctor McCoy. He and Doctor Watson conferred for a moment and consulted Peter Blood who offered a choice between bleeding and purging. Severus met Remus’ accusing glare with a smirk.
“Just getting my own back for that little incident last summer,” he told him, then the smirk broadened into a grin.
“No,” Remus protested, turning back to the assorted medics, “Dr McCoy, he certainly doesn’t need an enema. Good grief, man, you’re obsessed.”
Man of action that he was, Harry led Ron and Draco in a spearhead attack to recover his supine godfather, driving through the wildly gesticulating doctors. They were not happy to be deprived of their entertainment and things began to turn nasty. Ron got a sharp smack round the ear from Dr Watson’s tongue depressor. Draco got the 6th Doctor, the wussy blond one who didn’t last long, in a headlock. Harry stole the scarf and used it to lash Doctors three through five to an ornamental aspidistra stand. At that point the calm bulk of Captain Carrot intervened, ushering the antagonists aside with a gentle but irresistible sweep of his arms to clear a little space. Remus darted into it and heaved a sigh of relief to see Dr Bashir calmly taking Sirius' pulse.
“He’s in shock,” Bashir said, “and no wonder. You know the drill, Remus. Keep him warm and try to get some hot sweet tea into him. There’s no point in asking him to take it easy for a few days – fan fiction is a harsh mistress. I only wish…,” then he shrugged and stood up. “Don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. “We’ve all been there.” Then he returned to the Star Fleet area where all the various generations who were not holding down Lieutenant Worf were cheering McCoy, who had just dropped the frail first Doctor with a vicious swipe of his tricorder.
As the combatants were separated, given a very gentle telling off and sent on their way, Remus knelt beside Sirius again and tried to uncurl him. Spike, who had been hovering around the edges of the scrum, dying to get involved but still suffering from his chipped state, dropped to his heels in a crackle of black leather and grinned at Remus.
“What happened to him, then?” he demanded. “Go on, tell me.”
You'll have to either agree to beta or, worse, read the fic to find out. Muhahahahaha! (ooooh I'm going to be ill in the morning.)
On a totally happy note, or rather two of them. i saw an email today where someone who didn't know I'd see it was nice about Black Dog (huge ego boost that)and also found that I could IM Bane and Mabel. So much more fun than email.
