MORE
CONVERSATION
by TB's LMC
RATED FRM |
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Written as a sequel to Rabid
Kookburra's "
Nighttime Conversation" for the 2007 Tracy
Island Writers Forum Sequel Challenge. Thank you to Rabid
Kookaburra for allowing the intrusion and poor attempt to
follow in her challenging footsteps. **smile**
Please be forewarned that this
story contains some language. Well, of course it contains
language, but I mean it contains, you know, that kind of
language...
"Oh, sh--!"
"What
the--?"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
"No!"
"..."
"Are you
okay? Are you all right? Talk to me!"
"Oh, sh-shit."
"You said
that already."
"You sound
relieved to, ah, hear me c-c-curs...aaahhhhh, damn."
"I am. It
means you're alive. What the hell were you doing down here
anyway?"
"S-Same
thing...as always."
"Well, now
you can research how it feels to be pinned beneath something
heavy."
"Very
f-f-funny. So much for the v-valor of In-Inte-ahhhh, shit."
"Tell me
something."
"What?"
"I don't
know, I'm trying to keep you talking."
"I-Is this
an a-a-attempt to k-keep me from panicking?"
"Thinly
veiled."
"I-It's
not really w-working."
"Well,
what were you really trying to do? We already had the victims
out!"
"Y-You
sound ang-an...pissed off."
"I am! You
could have been killed!"
"I-I
suppose I mis-mis-judged the danger."
"That's
not like you. What were you doing?"
"I had to
see....i-if this mineral th-they were mi-mining was t-t-truly
craba-ba-ban-th....shit."
"Crabanthomite?"
"Yes."
"Why is it
so important?"
"Scientific...curiosity?"
"Damn
geniuses."
"Ack,
coooohhh, ahhh!"
"You going
to make it there?"
"I-Isn't
it your j-j-job to tell me th-th-that?"
"I can't
see anything."
"I-It
appears we are quite st-stuck."
"Not that
this is the time or place, but our positioning is a bit
awkward."
"A-Afraid
of w-what your brothers w-will think y-you...ahhh, owwww,
damn!"
"I don't
care what they think."
"You
a-always were the r-r-rebel."
"No,
that's Gordon. I'm just a sarky sonofabitch."
"I-I don't
think this i-is good."
"What do
you mean?"
"N-Not
only a-are you head-to-t-t-toe on top of m-me, but I lan...landed
on...on..."
"Stay with
me, buddy."
"I...ohhh....hurts..."
"Don't
pass out on me. Come on."
"Face...close..."
"What do I
have bad breath?"
"..."
"Come on,
stay with me. ... ... Listen! Do you hear that? They're here,
they're coming."
"Shi..."
"Come on.
We'll go up to the observatory when we get home. Have that
talk about the new solar system I told you I discovered."
"Y-You dis-discovered
a new...so-sol...uh..."
"A-ha! I
knew you weren't finished yet."
"Th-thanks
for the vote o-of...new solar s-system?"
"Help me
think of a name."
"I hear th-them."
"That's
not a very good name."
"Shit."
"I was
hoping for something actually publishable."
"Hurts."
"How about
Hackenbacker's Heaven?"
"Th-That
is so g-g-g—"
"Don't say
it. Then you come up with something."
"I—I
can't..."
"Scott!
Down here! Scott!"
"Ohh...good..."
"They're
here, they're here. Just hang on."
"..."
"Ow, not
that hard!"
"Gotcha."
"Hey.
Welcome back to the land of the living."
"I-Is that
what this i-is?"
"I got
some ribbing over our position."
"H-How did
you h-handle it?"
"Like a
true Tracy."
"Y-You
told them not to th-throw stones?"
"Uh-huh.
I'm glad you're okay."
"T-That is
a matter o-of opinion."
"You know,
when I said we should do this more often, that wasn't quite
what I had in mind."
"Wh-when
are you g-going b-back up...?"
"I've got
duty shift starting tonight. Scott's waiting back at the
Island to take me."
"O-Oh."
"I have to
go. You know my number."
"Hahaha,
oh, shit, don't make me laugh. Bas-bas..."
"Tard?
Maybe that's what I'll call it!"
"Y-You
wouldn't."
"Good
night."
"G-Good
night."
"..."
"And
thanks." |
