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TITLE: Elmo
AUTHOR: alaira
SPOILERS: Eppur Si Muove
RATING: PG.
ARCHIVE: ask first, svp.
NOTE: It's AmyDonna, though it may seem like an afterthought. And it might be worth noting that I haven't actually seen Eppur Si Muove , so it's possible that this whole thing contradicts, you know, canon and stuff.
"I think Elmo hates me," Donna says over the phone.
Perhaps Amy's first thought is "Elmo?", but she can picture Donna's pretty pout and instead says, "Don't be bizarre, nobody hates you."
"You only think that."
"Name one person who doesn't like you," Amy challenges.
"Elmo," Donna mopes, the switches gears. "Anyway, the President was an idiot to fire you."
"Maybe, but in the end, I actually quit," Amy reminds her, though she's not wild about where this conversation is headed.
"Then maybe you're the idiot," Donna throws back easily. "If you were still around, you could have talked the First Lady out of this whole Sesame Street PR thing. I mean, they're Muppets, they don't need vaccinations!"
"Ah," Amy says, "Muppets. Makes sense now."
"I'd rather have you around than Elmo," Donna tells her.
"Good to know," Amy says, though softly and because of what it might mean if left, she adds, "But how do you know I don't hate you?"
"Just a feeling I get," Donna says, a smile evident in her voice.
"Yeah?" Amy asks. "And I get the feeling you should go make friends with Elmo. Having a Muppet not liking you can't be a good thing."
"Did you miss the part where I said he hates me?"
"You'll win him over. And if you don't, he's a puppet. Pull his strings until he relents."
"Har har. And thanks for the vote of confidence, there."
"No problem. Knock 'em dead, babe."
"Amy," Donna says quickly, because she's afraid of the call ending before she says it. I miss you, she thinks.
"Yeah?"
I miss you. She can't say it; it would mean too much. "I've, uh, I've got to go."
"Mm-kay," Amy agrees.
Donna slides the receiver back into it's cradle. "I miss you," she whispers to the phone. She blinks, looks up. She has a muppet to win over. Elmo wont' know what hit him, she thinks. And besides, there will always be another phone call.
There always is.
I don't do cross posting, and by this I mean I don't know how. So I'm double posting, because I can. Already posted at amydonna.
AUTHOR: alaira
SPOILERS: Eppur Si Muove
RATING: PG.
ARCHIVE: ask first, svp.
NOTE: It's AmyDonna, though it may seem like an afterthought. And it might be worth noting that I haven't actually seen Eppur Si Muove , so it's possible that this whole thing contradicts, you know, canon and stuff.
"I think Elmo hates me," Donna says over the phone.
Perhaps Amy's first thought is "Elmo?", but she can picture Donna's pretty pout and instead says, "Don't be bizarre, nobody hates you."
"You only think that."
"Name one person who doesn't like you," Amy challenges.
"Elmo," Donna mopes, the switches gears. "Anyway, the President was an idiot to fire you."
"Maybe, but in the end, I actually quit," Amy reminds her, though she's not wild about where this conversation is headed.
"Then maybe you're the idiot," Donna throws back easily. "If you were still around, you could have talked the First Lady out of this whole Sesame Street PR thing. I mean, they're Muppets, they don't need vaccinations!"
"Ah," Amy says, "Muppets. Makes sense now."
"I'd rather have you around than Elmo," Donna tells her.
"Good to know," Amy says, though softly and because of what it might mean if left, she adds, "But how do you know I don't hate you?"
"Just a feeling I get," Donna says, a smile evident in her voice.
"Yeah?" Amy asks. "And I get the feeling you should go make friends with Elmo. Having a Muppet not liking you can't be a good thing."
"Did you miss the part where I said he hates me?"
"You'll win him over. And if you don't, he's a puppet. Pull his strings until he relents."
"Har har. And thanks for the vote of confidence, there."
"No problem. Knock 'em dead, babe."
"Amy," Donna says quickly, because she's afraid of the call ending before she says it. I miss you, she thinks.
"Yeah?"
I miss you. She can't say it; it would mean too much. "I've, uh, I've got to go."
"Mm-kay," Amy agrees.
Donna slides the receiver back into it's cradle. "I miss you," she whispers to the phone. She blinks, looks up. She has a muppet to win over. Elmo wont' know what hit him, she thinks. And besides, there will always be another phone call.
There always is.
I don't do cross posting, and by this I mean I don't know how. So I'm double posting, because I can. Already posted at amydonna.