Fanfic: I've missed you!
I left uni yesterday and had this pang of sadness and realised I was really missing writing fanfic. It's been a while, really, since I've written any and I've been really bad at keeping up with the prompts over at thedrabblefiles (again) so I thought I'd write some this evening and post them under one post, instead of spamming my flist with loads of posts, one after another.
TITLE: Déjà Vu
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: William/The Truth
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: William
WORD COUNT: 156
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
Smoke billows over the rain-washed Georgetown streets. Here and there the wrecks of cars smoulder, glowing faintly red in the dark evening. A dog howls some five, six streets away. William picks his way through the rubble, the gun given to him by his father before he left the house hanging loosely in his hand. He tries not to wonder what’s happened to them. Tries not to wonder whether Wyoming was spared.
The sound of sirens hangs in the air in the distance. William keeps his eyes on the road, concentrates on putting one foot in front of the other. Left, right. Left, right. He shifts the gun to his left hand, rubs his fingers through his hair. He’s so tired. He pauses for a moment, lifts his head to the skies and arches his back. He gazes around, the first time he’s really looked at the broken streets. There’s nothing familiar here. He moves on.
TITLE: Boxes
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: None
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Samantha
WORD COUNT: 249
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
He comes across the video when he’s clearing out his mom’s house. He’d put it off, the cleaning, the tidying, the sorting through old memories and things left unsaid, for weeks. There was always another case to solve, another suspect to chase, another file to type for Skinner. But he’d finally realised he couldn’t put it off anymore and headed to the house on Martha’s Vineyard just after the sun broke through the morning clouds.
He’d been considering packing it all up for the day when he found it, grimy and dust-covered at the bottom of a box holding grainy photos and withered leaves. He stuck it in the VCR and fell back on his heels as his sister’s face appeared on the screen, her tinny voice calling his name. She wore a pink tutu and carried a silver wand in her hand. Her hair was pulled back into an unforgiving bun but the light in her eyes dazzled him as she smiled at the camera. She called his name, running through the house, the camera dizzying at it followed her. She found him, eventually, in a fort made of cardboard boxes, deep in the recesses of his room. She banged on the boxes with her tiny fists, calling his name all the time. He didn’t come out and she tired, running of to play with something else.
He pauses the video on her face, beaming at him from thirty years ago, and wishes he’d come out to play.
TITLE: Bites
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: Pilot
RATING: PG-13
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Mulder/Krycek
WORD COUNT: 239
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
Not for the first time he wishes he’d been partnered with someone else. Krycek, for all his strong points, was not the ideal roommate. He was the wrong sex, for a start, were sex to be considered. Good looking he might be, but Mulder did not want to fantasize about Krycek when he heard the drum of the shower from the next room.
He rolled over and stared at the ceiling. Thinking about it, a shower was probably a good plan. He was wet to the skin from the soaking he’d received in the graveyard, and dropping his wet clothes on the floor before crawling onto the bed was not the same as feeling the hot drum of water on the back of his neck.
Sighing, he pulled himself into a sitting position and startled at the knock at the door. Scowling he hurried to answer it.
“Hi.”
“I want you to look at something.”
Mulder opened the door to let Krycek in. He looked shaken, water dripping from his hair. He dropped the towel he was holding around his waist and looked at Mulder.
“What are they?”
Mulder peered at the lumps before starting to laugh.
“Mosquito bites. Nothing to worry about.”
Krycek shot him a look of relief before walking out of the room. Mulder shook his head as he walked to the bathroom. Not his type at all, but damn he was a good looking man.
TITLE: Twigs
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: Jump The Shark, William
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Mulder, William
WORD COUNT: 289
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
“Hey dad,” Will shouts from the living room.
Mulder throws a glance at Scully, nursing Anna in his mom’s old rocking chair, and grins his lopsided grin. “I’ll get it.”
He pads into the living room and crouches next to the boy.
“What’s up buddy?”
Will looks up at him and Mulder can see Scully in his face. The eyes might be his, but the inquisitive look in them belongs to her. Mulder ruffles his son’s hair.
“What are you up to?”
“Playing army.”
“Oh right. Who’s winning?”
“No one.”
Mulder grins; his son has clearly grasped the futility of war, and at such a young age.
“No one ever does. Was that all you wanted me for?”
“No. I know a joke.”
“A joke?” Mulder raises an eyebrow. If Langly, or even worse Frohike, have been feeding jokes to Will he really does not want to hear the result.
“Uh-huh. Wanna hear it?”
“Sure.” It couldn’t hurt, could it?
“Ok. What’s brown and sticky?”
“What’s brown and sticky?” Please, god, let the answer be a stick, Mulder thinks. If there’s any time you want to prove your existence to me, any time at all, let the answer be a stick.
“Um, I don’t know.”
“Guess. You have to guess. It’s the rules.”
“Well, can’t argue with the rules. Ok, it’s a stick.”
“Nope. You’ve got to guess again.”
“A twig?”
Will shakes his head.
“A tree?”
Another shake.
“I give up, Will. What’s brown and sticky?”
“Dog poo!”
Mulder wakes with a start, heart pounding, the images already fading from his mind. He rolls over in bed and stares at the only photo of Will he has. His son is gone, Frohike is dead. He is all alone.
TITLE: Career Advice
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: None
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Scully
WORD COUNT: 170
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
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In her lowest moments, most typically at 3 in the morning when Mulder’s dragged her out of bed to perform an autopsy on what, at first sight, appears to be an alien but which will, in fact, turn out to be a dog, a giant worm or a man in fancy dress, she wonders about her choice of career. She had a promising start in the FBI, and before that she’d thrown away a residency in one of Washington’s most prestigious hospitals. What on earth possessed her to agree to join the X Files. At 3 am, when it’s dark outside, she really has no idea.
Maybe she should have been a magician. A clown. Or even a stand up comedienne. After all, she’s made a joke of her career - having people pay to laugh at her would be one step up at least.
She sighs, scraping her too-short hair into a ponytail and shrugging on her blouse. Mulder, and whatever his alien turns out to be this time, awaits.
TITLE: Starlight
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: The Truth
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: William
WORD COUNT: 201
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
Will shivers. The air is damp and cold, and the wound in his shoulder throbs. He grimaces as he pulls the water bottle from his pack with his left hand and unscrews the top. Every movement hurts.
The water has thawed since the morning and a thin trickle drops onto his tongue. It burns as it inches down his throat. He doesn’t know where the rest of his team are. The ship crashed two, was it, three days ago and he’s stumbled, half awake, through the empty streets since then. He doesn’t know if he’s the last human alive on this godforsaken planet, and if he is he isn’t sure how long he’ll stay that way for.
Twilight is breaking as he hauls himself to a sitting position and through gaps in the cloud cover he can see the first of the evening stars; cold, distant planets far, far from earth. He wonders if anyone’s watching. If anyone can see the destruction that’s been caused.
He pulls his frayed bomber jacket more tightly around himself and punches his pack, the best pillow he could find. If he wakes up tomorrow, he decides, he needs to find some way to keep warm.
TITLE: The Stakeout
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: None
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Mulder, Samantha
WORD COUNT: 222
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
They crouch behind the lilac bush that fronts the drive. He wears his police chief cap pulled down low over his eyes; she holds his wooden gun loosely in one hand.
“Shut up, Samantha, you’ll give us away.”
“No one can hear us.”
“That’s not the point. We’re on a stakeout, dad’s the bad guy and mom’s his bird.”
“Mom’s not a bird. She’s a people.”
“Person, Sam. And she can still be a bird.”
Sam scuffs her shoes on the dusty ground and pouts.
“This is no fun, Fox. I’m bored.”
“Do you want to catch a heinous criminal? A bank robber on the run from the law?”
“Is he daddy?”
“Yes, he’s daddy. But he’s a thief and a murderer and we’re the final straw. It’s up to us to stop him. You in?”
She nods, waving the gun around as she pretends to shoot the bad guys.
“But you have to listen to me, ok? You have to stay quiet until dad’s car pulls up and then we jump him.”
Sam crouches next to him in the bush, puts her fingers to her lips. They wait for ten, fifteen minutes, until they hear the crunch of tyres on gravel. Fox counts to ten, until the engine has been silenced and the car door has closed, and then they pounce.
TITLE: Oxford
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: None
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Mulder/Phoebe
WORD COUNT: 170
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
Fox frowns as he pores over his textbook, tapping the blunt 4b pencil against his teeth. Phoebe watches him from over the top of the magazine she’s reading. He’s engrossed in his work, puzzling out the motivation of the serial killers and rapists he’s become so obsessed with lately. He doesn’t realise she’s watching him, undressing him with his eyes and remembering their previous night’s exploits atop Conan-Doyle’s tomb.
“Fox,” she murmurs, placing the magazine on the floor next to the bed.
He ignores her.
“Fox.” More insistent. He looks up. “Come to bed, won’t you?”
“It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
“And?”
“I’m busy.”
“Your books will be there later.”
“And my train of thought will have gone.”
“You’re no fun.”
“I’m not supposed to be.”
He looks back down at the book as she gets off the bed and flounces past him. This interest in killers can’t be healthy, no matter what he says. There’s only so long you can look into the abyss before something looks back.
TITLE: Sneaking Out
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: None
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Scully, Missy
WORD COUNT: 364
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
Whose fool idea was it to sneak out of a military base at midnight and try to sneak back in again four hours later and about ten beers worse for wear, Dana wonders as her fishnets snag, yet again, on a piece of wire. Up ahead she can just make out Missy, outlined against the moon, as she leans on Danny’s arm. She knows her sister isn’t that drunk, knows she’s putting it on just so that Danny will hold her up, one arm nestled around her waist, pulling her close to him. And she’s jealous. She’s drunk enough to admit that. Ok, she might be the golden child - at least until her parents find out about this escapade, the treacherous voice in her head reminds her - but her sister gets all the boys. And boys is what Dana wants right now.
Her tights get caught on something yet again and she swears as the wire cuts into her leg. Damn tights. Damn wires. Damn alcohol and damn sisters who stagger off with boys leaving to stumble along on her own. Dana contemplates sitting down right where she is and not moving until Missy, guilt-tripped into coming back for her younger sister, finds her. but the stubborn part of her that demands the highest grade, forces her to get up and keep going.
As she makes her way closer to the fence she notices that the orange glow from the floodlights that dot the base has been obscured and her heart stumbles in her chest for a minute as she realises her father must have discovered their sneaking out, found the gap in the fence and is waiting, scowl on face, to drag them home. but as she gets closer her father’s face resolves into the zebra-print leggings her sister pulled on before they left, and she has to stick her hand into her mouth to stop herself from laughing.
“Where’s Danny, Missy?” she asks as she squeezes past her sister.
“Shut up and get me out.” Missy hisses back and Dana, doubled over with laughter, is silently pleased to hear the ripping sound of material on wire as she pulls her sister free.
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TITLE: Déjà Vu
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: William/The Truth
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: William
WORD COUNT: 156
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
Smoke billows over the rain-washed Georgetown streets. Here and there the wrecks of cars smoulder, glowing faintly red in the dark evening. A dog howls some five, six streets away. William picks his way through the rubble, the gun given to him by his father before he left the house hanging loosely in his hand. He tries not to wonder what’s happened to them. Tries not to wonder whether Wyoming was spared.
The sound of sirens hangs in the air in the distance. William keeps his eyes on the road, concentrates on putting one foot in front of the other. Left, right. Left, right. He shifts the gun to his left hand, rubs his fingers through his hair. He’s so tired. He pauses for a moment, lifts his head to the skies and arches his back. He gazes around, the first time he’s really looked at the broken streets. There’s nothing familiar here. He moves on.
TITLE: Boxes
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: None
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Samantha
WORD COUNT: 249
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
He comes across the video when he’s clearing out his mom’s house. He’d put it off, the cleaning, the tidying, the sorting through old memories and things left unsaid, for weeks. There was always another case to solve, another suspect to chase, another file to type for Skinner. But he’d finally realised he couldn’t put it off anymore and headed to the house on Martha’s Vineyard just after the sun broke through the morning clouds.
He’d been considering packing it all up for the day when he found it, grimy and dust-covered at the bottom of a box holding grainy photos and withered leaves. He stuck it in the VCR and fell back on his heels as his sister’s face appeared on the screen, her tinny voice calling his name. She wore a pink tutu and carried a silver wand in her hand. Her hair was pulled back into an unforgiving bun but the light in her eyes dazzled him as she smiled at the camera. She called his name, running through the house, the camera dizzying at it followed her. She found him, eventually, in a fort made of cardboard boxes, deep in the recesses of his room. She banged on the boxes with her tiny fists, calling his name all the time. He didn’t come out and she tired, running of to play with something else.
He pauses the video on her face, beaming at him from thirty years ago, and wishes he’d come out to play.
TITLE: Bites
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: Pilot
RATING: PG-13
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Mulder/Krycek
WORD COUNT: 239
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
Not for the first time he wishes he’d been partnered with someone else. Krycek, for all his strong points, was not the ideal roommate. He was the wrong sex, for a start, were sex to be considered. Good looking he might be, but Mulder did not want to fantasize about Krycek when he heard the drum of the shower from the next room.
He rolled over and stared at the ceiling. Thinking about it, a shower was probably a good plan. He was wet to the skin from the soaking he’d received in the graveyard, and dropping his wet clothes on the floor before crawling onto the bed was not the same as feeling the hot drum of water on the back of his neck.
Sighing, he pulled himself into a sitting position and startled at the knock at the door. Scowling he hurried to answer it.
“Hi.”
“I want you to look at something.”
Mulder opened the door to let Krycek in. He looked shaken, water dripping from his hair. He dropped the towel he was holding around his waist and looked at Mulder.
“What are they?”
Mulder peered at the lumps before starting to laugh.
“Mosquito bites. Nothing to worry about.”
Krycek shot him a look of relief before walking out of the room. Mulder shook his head as he walked to the bathroom. Not his type at all, but damn he was a good looking man.
TITLE: Twigs
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: Jump The Shark, William
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Mulder, William
WORD COUNT: 289
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
“Hey dad,” Will shouts from the living room.
Mulder throws a glance at Scully, nursing Anna in his mom’s old rocking chair, and grins his lopsided grin. “I’ll get it.”
He pads into the living room and crouches next to the boy.
“What’s up buddy?”
Will looks up at him and Mulder can see Scully in his face. The eyes might be his, but the inquisitive look in them belongs to her. Mulder ruffles his son’s hair.
“What are you up to?”
“Playing army.”
“Oh right. Who’s winning?”
“No one.”
Mulder grins; his son has clearly grasped the futility of war, and at such a young age.
“No one ever does. Was that all you wanted me for?”
“No. I know a joke.”
“A joke?” Mulder raises an eyebrow. If Langly, or even worse Frohike, have been feeding jokes to Will he really does not want to hear the result.
“Uh-huh. Wanna hear it?”
“Sure.” It couldn’t hurt, could it?
“Ok. What’s brown and sticky?”
“What’s brown and sticky?” Please, god, let the answer be a stick, Mulder thinks. If there’s any time you want to prove your existence to me, any time at all, let the answer be a stick.
“Um, I don’t know.”
“Guess. You have to guess. It’s the rules.”
“Well, can’t argue with the rules. Ok, it’s a stick.”
“Nope. You’ve got to guess again.”
“A twig?”
Will shakes his head.
“A tree?”
Another shake.
“I give up, Will. What’s brown and sticky?”
“Dog poo!”
Mulder wakes with a start, heart pounding, the images already fading from his mind. He rolls over in bed and stares at the only photo of Will he has. His son is gone, Frohike is dead. He is all alone.
TITLE: Career Advice
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: None
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Scully
WORD COUNT: 170
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
In her lowest moments, most typically at 3 in the morning when Mulder’s dragged her out of bed to perform an autopsy on what, at first sight, appears to be an alien but which will, in fact, turn out to be a dog, a giant worm or a man in fancy dress, she wonders about her choice of career. She had a promising start in the FBI, and before that she’d thrown away a residency in one of Washington’s most prestigious hospitals. What on earth possessed her to agree to join the X Files. At 3 am, when it’s dark outside, she really has no idea.
Maybe she should have been a magician. A clown. Or even a stand up comedienne. After all, she’s made a joke of her career - having people pay to laugh at her would be one step up at least.
She sighs, scraping her too-short hair into a ponytail and shrugging on her blouse. Mulder, and whatever his alien turns out to be this time, awaits.
TITLE: Starlight
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: The Truth
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: William
WORD COUNT: 201
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
Will shivers. The air is damp and cold, and the wound in his shoulder throbs. He grimaces as he pulls the water bottle from his pack with his left hand and unscrews the top. Every movement hurts.
The water has thawed since the morning and a thin trickle drops onto his tongue. It burns as it inches down his throat. He doesn’t know where the rest of his team are. The ship crashed two, was it, three days ago and he’s stumbled, half awake, through the empty streets since then. He doesn’t know if he’s the last human alive on this godforsaken planet, and if he is he isn’t sure how long he’ll stay that way for.
Twilight is breaking as he hauls himself to a sitting position and through gaps in the cloud cover he can see the first of the evening stars; cold, distant planets far, far from earth. He wonders if anyone’s watching. If anyone can see the destruction that’s been caused.
He pulls his frayed bomber jacket more tightly around himself and punches his pack, the best pillow he could find. If he wakes up tomorrow, he decides, he needs to find some way to keep warm.
TITLE: The Stakeout
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: None
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Mulder, Samantha
WORD COUNT: 222
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
They crouch behind the lilac bush that fronts the drive. He wears his police chief cap pulled down low over his eyes; she holds his wooden gun loosely in one hand.
“Shut up, Samantha, you’ll give us away.”
“No one can hear us.”
“That’s not the point. We’re on a stakeout, dad’s the bad guy and mom’s his bird.”
“Mom’s not a bird. She’s a people.”
“Person, Sam. And she can still be a bird.”
Sam scuffs her shoes on the dusty ground and pouts.
“This is no fun, Fox. I’m bored.”
“Do you want to catch a heinous criminal? A bank robber on the run from the law?”
“Is he daddy?”
“Yes, he’s daddy. But he’s a thief and a murderer and we’re the final straw. It’s up to us to stop him. You in?”
She nods, waving the gun around as she pretends to shoot the bad guys.
“But you have to listen to me, ok? You have to stay quiet until dad’s car pulls up and then we jump him.”
Sam crouches next to him in the bush, puts her fingers to her lips. They wait for ten, fifteen minutes, until they hear the crunch of tyres on gravel. Fox counts to ten, until the engine has been silenced and the car door has closed, and then they pounce.
TITLE: Oxford
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: None
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Mulder/Phoebe
WORD COUNT: 170
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
Fox frowns as he pores over his textbook, tapping the blunt 4b pencil against his teeth. Phoebe watches him from over the top of the magazine she’s reading. He’s engrossed in his work, puzzling out the motivation of the serial killers and rapists he’s become so obsessed with lately. He doesn’t realise she’s watching him, undressing him with his eyes and remembering their previous night’s exploits atop Conan-Doyle’s tomb.
“Fox,” she murmurs, placing the magazine on the floor next to the bed.
He ignores her.
“Fox.” More insistent. He looks up. “Come to bed, won’t you?”
“It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
“And?”
“I’m busy.”
“Your books will be there later.”
“And my train of thought will have gone.”
“You’re no fun.”
“I’m not supposed to be.”
He looks back down at the book as she gets off the bed and flounces past him. This interest in killers can’t be healthy, no matter what he says. There’s only so long you can look into the abyss before something looks back.
TITLE: Sneaking Out
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: None
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Scully, Missy
WORD COUNT: 364
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: Written for thedrabblefiles.
________________________
Whose fool idea was it to sneak out of a military base at midnight and try to sneak back in again four hours later and about ten beers worse for wear, Dana wonders as her fishnets snag, yet again, on a piece of wire. Up ahead she can just make out Missy, outlined against the moon, as she leans on Danny’s arm. She knows her sister isn’t that drunk, knows she’s putting it on just so that Danny will hold her up, one arm nestled around her waist, pulling her close to him. And she’s jealous. She’s drunk enough to admit that. Ok, she might be the golden child - at least until her parents find out about this escapade, the treacherous voice in her head reminds her - but her sister gets all the boys. And boys is what Dana wants right now.
Her tights get caught on something yet again and she swears as the wire cuts into her leg. Damn tights. Damn wires. Damn alcohol and damn sisters who stagger off with boys leaving to stumble along on her own. Dana contemplates sitting down right where she is and not moving until Missy, guilt-tripped into coming back for her younger sister, finds her. but the stubborn part of her that demands the highest grade, forces her to get up and keep going.
As she makes her way closer to the fence she notices that the orange glow from the floodlights that dot the base has been obscured and her heart stumbles in her chest for a minute as she realises her father must have discovered their sneaking out, found the gap in the fence and is waiting, scowl on face, to drag them home. but as she gets closer her father’s face resolves into the zebra-print leggings her sister pulled on before they left, and she has to stick her hand into her mouth to stop herself from laughing.
“Where’s Danny, Missy?” she asks as she squeezes past her sister.
“Shut up and get me out.” Missy hisses back and Dana, doubled over with laughter, is silently pleased to hear the ripping sound of material on wire as she pulls her sister free.
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