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Who: Hawk and Wes
What: Futureboy dicsovers today's medical technology.
When: After Nightmare, and after Hawk fixed Chuck
Where: The Clinic
Rating: PG, since Hawk just can't do G.
Right, he was bored, very bored, really bored. So bored that cleaning his desk was starting to look like an attractive proposition.
Actually, he really didn't want to clean his desk. He wasn't quite that bored yet.
He leaned back in his chair and took a pencil and looked at the tip. It needed to be sharp...
Hawk flipped the pencil up with a particular twist in his wrist so it landed tip first in the ceiling.
"Sweet!" he said, some of the modern vernacular had managed to make it's way into his vocabulary.
He was in the process of flipping another pencil when he thought he heard someone shuffling around outside.
"Nobody here but us chickens," he said wryly, not at all worried.
What: Futureboy dicsovers today's medical technology.
When: After Nightmare, and after Hawk fixed Chuck
Where: The Clinic
Rating: PG, since Hawk just can't do G.
Right, he was bored, very bored, really bored. So bored that cleaning his desk was starting to look like an attractive proposition.
Actually, he really didn't want to clean his desk. He wasn't quite that bored yet.
He leaned back in his chair and took a pencil and looked at the tip. It needed to be sharp...
Hawk flipped the pencil up with a particular twist in his wrist so it landed tip first in the ceiling.
"Sweet!" he said, some of the modern vernacular had managed to make it's way into his vocabulary.
He was in the process of flipping another pencil when he thought he heard someone shuffling around outside.
"Nobody here but us chickens," he said wryly, not at all worried.