Fic bit/pass on story
As per challenge issued here. Usual pass-on story rules (continue the story in comments, keep it to relatively short segments; this is a lot longer than a typical pass-on story segment, but I needed it to match the challenge). Bonus points if you can work in more of the story prompts.
I opened the door to find Sarah standing there, looking at me with puppydog-eyes.
"No. Whatever it is, no."
She kept looking at me, like a lost kitten.
"No."
"Please?"
"Remember the tank incident? And that thing with the hamsters?"
"This won't be like that, I *swear*."
"Right."
She kept looking at me.
"Ok, I'll listen. But that's *all*. I'm not getting involved in one of your crazy schemes *again*."
She stepped inside, took over most of the couch, and started to rummage in her backpack. "Remember that Farscape convention about a month back?"
"The one where you practically humped Ben Browder's leg?"
"Yeah. Well, in the dealer's room, there was this guy--I swear, he looked almost exactly like--MacGyver, Jack O'Neill, what's his name?" She started snapping her fingers, trying to remember.
"Richard Dean Anderson?"
"Yes. Him. Anyways, he was selling all this--weird stuff. DVDs with no labels on them, a glass sword, something he claimed was a shrink ray, little jars of shriveled wrinkly things, a pickled fish head, all kinds of stuff. And this." She pulled from her backpack a rather smudged and tattered piece of paper. "It's a treasure map. There's a cache of alien technology hidden on the grounds of Area 51."
"Need I remind you that Area 51 is a military base? Need I remind you of the tank incident?"
"This will *totally* not be like that. Remember Les from high school? She agreed to get me on the base. She works there."
"And my part in all this?"
"Well--my mom revoked my driving privledges for a month, after that incident with Mrs. Grierson's orange tree. It's totally unfair, it's not like I even damaged it all that badly, and I didn't hit it with my car at all, I hit it with the home-made rocket sled. But, anyways, I need a ride."
"You want me to drive you to Nevada."
"I have cookies."
"You want me to drive you to Nevada, for cookies."
"And all your favorite sandwiches from the corner deli. And I'll totally pay for gas. And we can stay at Les and Sam's, they have a guest house, even. And if we find anything, you can have a third of it. And I'll buy you an alien for your collection."
I sighed. "Just let me pack."
edit: [removed several "hey, I bumped it" notes]
Real edit: Um, area 51 is in Nevada. Pretend it never said New Mexico.
edit: [removed several more "hey, I bumped it" notes]
Bumpified because it was about to drop off the bottom of the page.
No, this is not related to the other pass-on story with the vampires. Though you *could* cross them over, I suppose.
I opened the door to find Sarah standing there, looking at me with puppydog-eyes.
"No. Whatever it is, no."
She kept looking at me, like a lost kitten.
"No."
"Please?"
"Remember the tank incident? And that thing with the hamsters?"
"This won't be like that, I *swear*."
"Right."
She kept looking at me.
"Ok, I'll listen. But that's *all*. I'm not getting involved in one of your crazy schemes *again*."
She stepped inside, took over most of the couch, and started to rummage in her backpack. "Remember that Farscape convention about a month back?"
"The one where you practically humped Ben Browder's leg?"
"Yeah. Well, in the dealer's room, there was this guy--I swear, he looked almost exactly like--MacGyver, Jack O'Neill, what's his name?" She started snapping her fingers, trying to remember.
"Richard Dean Anderson?"
"Yes. Him. Anyways, he was selling all this--weird stuff. DVDs with no labels on them, a glass sword, something he claimed was a shrink ray, little jars of shriveled wrinkly things, a pickled fish head, all kinds of stuff. And this." She pulled from her backpack a rather smudged and tattered piece of paper. "It's a treasure map. There's a cache of alien technology hidden on the grounds of Area 51."
"Need I remind you that Area 51 is a military base? Need I remind you of the tank incident?"
"This will *totally* not be like that. Remember Les from high school? She agreed to get me on the base. She works there."
"And my part in all this?"
"Well--my mom revoked my driving privledges for a month, after that incident with Mrs. Grierson's orange tree. It's totally unfair, it's not like I even damaged it all that badly, and I didn't hit it with my car at all, I hit it with the home-made rocket sled. But, anyways, I need a ride."
"You want me to drive you to Nevada."
"I have cookies."
"You want me to drive you to Nevada, for cookies."
"And all your favorite sandwiches from the corner deli. And I'll totally pay for gas. And we can stay at Les and Sam's, they have a guest house, even. And if we find anything, you can have a third of it. And I'll buy you an alien for your collection."
I sighed. "Just let me pack."
edit: [removed several "hey, I bumped it" notes]
Real edit: Um, area 51 is in Nevada. Pretend it never said New Mexico.
edit: [removed several more "hey, I bumped it" notes]
Bumpified because it was about to drop off the bottom of the page.
No, this is not related to the other pass-on story with the vampires. Though you *could* cross them over, I suppose.