Mary Sue Me
*crawls out of her cave to wave hello* Two final exams left to go in my university career, not counting the two-week-long, six-days-a-week, ten-hours-a-day surveying course I have to take because I’ve been putting it off for three years, mostly in the hopes that they’d take it out of the curriculum. They only have thirteen more days before the course starts to revise the grad requirements, so they’d best be quick about it.
So,
big_pink has tagged me to Mary-Sue-ify myself in the Supernatural world. Which was tougher than it would seem. And so we have:
The Impala having run out of gas, the boys are forced to travel by bus. Sam picks up a newspaper at the bus stop and idly flips through it. He comes to the crossword and gets out a pencil. A few minutes later, he asks Dean, “What’s a four-letter word for ‘Mach 3 fliers’?”
“Jets.”
“No, it starts with an S.”
The slender young woman standing next to them clears her throat. “It’s SSTs,” she says.
Sam and Dean both stare blankly. “Super-sonic transports,” she explains. She leans over and looks at the crossword. “Forty-three down is ‘propel’.”
“Oooh,” says Sam. “What about forty-three across?”
“’Panic.’”
Dean raises his eyebrows. “Hey, here’s someone smarter than you, Sammy. Didn’t know it was possible.”
Her intelligence and smile charmed the boys, and before long, she was a fixture in the backseat of the Impala, siding with Dean as she bantered with the boys.
So,
big_pink has tagged me to Mary-Sue-ify myself in the Supernatural world. Which was tougher than it would seem. And so we have:
The Impala having run out of gas, the boys are forced to travel by bus. Sam picks up a newspaper at the bus stop and idly flips through it. He comes to the crossword and gets out a pencil. A few minutes later, he asks Dean, “What’s a four-letter word for ‘Mach 3 fliers’?”
“Jets.”
“No, it starts with an S.”
The slender young woman standing next to them clears her throat. “It’s SSTs,” she says.
Sam and Dean both stare blankly. “Super-sonic transports,” she explains. She leans over and looks at the crossword. “Forty-three down is ‘propel’.”
“Oooh,” says Sam. “What about forty-three across?”
“’Panic.’”
Dean raises his eyebrows. “Hey, here’s someone smarter than you, Sammy. Didn’t know it was possible.”
Her intelligence and smile charmed the boys, and before long, she was a fixture in the backseat of the Impala, siding with Dean as she bantered with the boys.