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Fic: Norti
Title: Norti
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters: Jeb and DG
Rating: G
Summary: The Cain's have a cure for everything... even the sniffles.
Warning: post-series *Written for tinman100's Challenge 21.
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine. The title, I stole from the pimp (aka koslorollo)
"Don't freak out, Junior," DG mumbled as she reached for another napkin. The Zone equivalent of a Kleenex was pathetic, at best. As soon as the first rain of the season hit, she was down for the count.
Jeb had been sitting with her in the library, going over the history of the Resistance, when she started sneezing. Apparently, he'd never witnessed a person sneeze that many times without breathing inbetween.
"Are you okay?" Jeb asked, trying not to laugh. He could see she looked miserable.
"Survived this long, haven't I?" she asked, feeling another sneeze coming.
"You did die..."
~*~
DG sneezed again and groaned as her head fell back. There wasn't enough NyQuil in Kansas to knock her out until this passed, not that it ever did her any good.
Jeb pushed back in his chair and moved around the table until he was standing behind her. When his hand moved toward her neck, DG jumped.
"Don't freak out, Princess," he teased. "When I was little, my mother had a similar condition. Lucky for you... I paid attention to the cure." DG narrowed her eyes, but turned as he directed.
Jeb tilted her head back, smiled and kissed her.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters: Jeb and DG
Rating: G
Summary: The Cain's have a cure for everything... even the sniffles.
Warning: post-series *Written for tinman100's Challenge 21.
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine. The title, I stole from the pimp (aka koslorollo)
"Don't freak out, Junior," DG mumbled as she reached for another napkin. The Zone equivalent of a Kleenex was pathetic, at best. As soon as the first rain of the season hit, she was down for the count.
Jeb had been sitting with her in the library, going over the history of the Resistance, when she started sneezing. Apparently, he'd never witnessed a person sneeze that many times without breathing inbetween.
"Are you okay?" Jeb asked, trying not to laugh. He could see she looked miserable.
"Survived this long, haven't I?" she asked, feeling another sneeze coming.
"You did die..."
~*~
DG sneezed again and groaned as her head fell back. There wasn't enough NyQuil in Kansas to knock her out until this passed, not that it ever did her any good.
Jeb pushed back in his chair and moved around the table until he was standing behind her. When his hand moved toward her neck, DG jumped.
"Don't freak out, Princess," he teased. "When I was little, my mother had a similar condition. Lucky for you... I paid attention to the cure." DG narrowed her eyes, but turned as he directed.
Jeb tilted her head back, smiled and kissed her.