Cookie numero tres - the cure
I posed a challenge recently on the "KP/Haven" [as usual] and wrote a cookie in an attempt to get it going. Didn't work, but I still like the writing. Written on Dec 09, 2008.
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The loud, tremoring 'lululu' of the phone tore Shego from sleep. Her body jumped slightly beneath the sheets, eyes shooting open for a brief start, before falling shut again. The pale woman groaned as her face pushed down into the pillow below her head, one hand lifting to slap along the side of the bed, up onto the nightstand to grab the telephone from its cradle. She cleared her throat as she lazily held the receiver up to her jawline, pressing the glowing, green "connect" button. Her voice came to her in slurs, "Mmph... What?"
"Shego?" The tone was firm; business.
The woman ground her teeth behind closed lips before growling, "What, Director?"
Behind desk, residing in her office marked "Dr. B. Director", Betty spoke again, matter-of-factly, "We've found a cure." Silence only lasted half a second before the sound of springs creaking, and cloth ruffling reached her ears. She smirked, but muted its presence quickly, "Do I have your attention?"
"Fuck!" clattering in the background. "Yes, you have my damn attention. Where are you?"
"My main office, of course."
"I'm coming. Now. Call that lawyer, whats-his-face... Frank Duffy. I'll be there in an hour."
The line cut out. Betty tapped the disconnect button on her headset, only to reach across the desk to buzz the front desk, "Jane?"
The line crackled to life, "Yes, Doctor Director?"
"Yes, get Mister Francis Duffy on the phone." A beat, "And bring me a coffee. Black."
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Shego crossed through the kitchen, on her way to Drew Lipskey's lab, nearly trampling the man in the process. She shouldn't have been surprised, really. It was three AM, and Drakken had been on an invention binge for the last few days- the fact that he had finally remembered to take a stretch break, however, was a shocker. Drew wailed, stumbling back before lunging forward to bark; but when the pale woman put on her "don't you even start" face, he quickly shut his mouth.
It took a moment for the blue man to notice the duffel in the girls hand, and before he could open his mouth again to inquire, the woman stopped him, "They found a cure." Her expression became straight and flat, waiting for a response.
"Oh, I-... I see," Drakken cleared his throat after a second or two where the silence was so thick it could have been cut with a rusty knife. "So, I suppose this terminates our contract."
Shego gave a curt nod, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning heavily onto her left leg, eyes on the floor, "Yep."
Dr. Lipskey heaved a sigh, his shoulders slumping a bit, "Send me a postcard, once you're... erm... you know..."
With another nod, the woman spun on her heel and headed off towards the main entrance of the so-called "hide out". She waved over her shoulder when she let the hand carrying her luggage drop back to her side, "I will, Dr. D."
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- Triple S
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The loud, tremoring 'lululu' of the phone tore Shego from sleep. Her body jumped slightly beneath the sheets, eyes shooting open for a brief start, before falling shut again. The pale woman groaned as her face pushed down into the pillow below her head, one hand lifting to slap along the side of the bed, up onto the nightstand to grab the telephone from its cradle. She cleared her throat as she lazily held the receiver up to her jawline, pressing the glowing, green "connect" button. Her voice came to her in slurs, "Mmph... What?"
"Shego?" The tone was firm; business.
The woman ground her teeth behind closed lips before growling, "What, Director?"
Behind desk, residing in her office marked "Dr. B. Director", Betty spoke again, matter-of-factly, "We've found a cure." Silence only lasted half a second before the sound of springs creaking, and cloth ruffling reached her ears. She smirked, but muted its presence quickly, "Do I have your attention?"
"Fuck!" clattering in the background. "Yes, you have my damn attention. Where are you?"
"My main office, of course."
"I'm coming. Now. Call that lawyer, whats-his-face... Frank Duffy. I'll be there in an hour."
The line cut out. Betty tapped the disconnect button on her headset, only to reach across the desk to buzz the front desk, "Jane?"
The line crackled to life, "Yes, Doctor Director?"
"Yes, get Mister Francis Duffy on the phone." A beat, "And bring me a coffee. Black."
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Shego crossed through the kitchen, on her way to Drew Lipskey's lab, nearly trampling the man in the process. She shouldn't have been surprised, really. It was three AM, and Drakken had been on an invention binge for the last few days- the fact that he had finally remembered to take a stretch break, however, was a shocker. Drew wailed, stumbling back before lunging forward to bark; but when the pale woman put on her "don't you even start" face, he quickly shut his mouth.
It took a moment for the blue man to notice the duffel in the girls hand, and before he could open his mouth again to inquire, the woman stopped him, "They found a cure." Her expression became straight and flat, waiting for a response.
"Oh, I-... I see," Drakken cleared his throat after a second or two where the silence was so thick it could have been cut with a rusty knife. "So, I suppose this terminates our contract."
Shego gave a curt nod, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning heavily onto her left leg, eyes on the floor, "Yep."
Dr. Lipskey heaved a sigh, his shoulders slumping a bit, "Send me a postcard, once you're... erm... you know..."
With another nod, the woman spun on her heel and headed off towards the main entrance of the so-called "hide out". She waved over her shoulder when she let the hand carrying her luggage drop back to her side, "I will, Dr. D."
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- Triple S