I've done up some fun-fic-freequests in comments here for my dear, saddened-by-Lij's-bizzy-schedule peepers. If you want one, go on and shove a bunny me way. I like writing these!
Sorry I took so long to consider my bunny. I went to read what others had suggested (so I wouldn't dooplicate) and ended up reading my flist and getting caught up in the whole, awful Elijah cancelling RingCon news.
But now I'm back. And my bunny?
I would like... *cue wavy lines a la Star Trek transporter room*
It's five years on from Mary Beth and the alien invasion. Casey has gone bad. He's working as a hit man for the mob, when he receives a commission to terminate... you guessed it... Zeke. What happens next???!
Zeke knows why the boy... at least he still looks like one-- is sitting in the small living room of Zeke's apartment.
"Last I'd heard you dropped out of college... junior year and everything." Zeke calls as he mixes their drinks; gin and tonic for him, whiskey and coke for Casey.
"Yea. Wasn't for me."
"Uhhuh," Zeke says with a small nod, tossing ice into each glass. He thinks about that odd look Casey wore when Zeke answered the door-- a cross between determination and fear. Zeke glances to the magnetic calendar on his fridge and sees the date: July 2nd. An 'X' was marked on June 29th, the date he'd been given.
"You don't come up with what you owe, Tyler... you know the fucking rest."He puts the ice back in the freezer and bites his lip. The last time he'd seen Casey was two and a half years before when he came home for Thanksgiving from school. 'Home' had actually meant Zeke's place for the most part. Casey and his parents were on the outs from the minute he'd stepped off the bus... perhaps even before that. It was odd to see;
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He sits down, eyes staring into Casey's unwavering expression. "When did this start?"
"Why didn't you pay your goddamned debt, Zeke?"
"Why ask? Just fucking shoot me, for Christ's sake." Zeke answers. He knew Casey could do it; he wasn't about to taunt the kid. Not many people stabbed alien queens in the eye with pens. All Casey needed was the right mindset to keep his head clear enough... but Zeke hadn't heard a gunshot yet.
Casey's eyes were slightly widened, jaw set tight. Not one muscle or nerve seemed to move him. "I don't do this, and I pay for it."
"Then do it."
"Do you have a gun?"
"What?"
"Do you have a fucking gun?" Casey asks again, sounding tense. Zeke sits up and blinks
( ... )
Oh Jeez. That was amazing. And now I want to read more! I want to read how they try to stay two steps ahead of the mob in a chase that spans multiple continents and time zones. I want to know how it ends! I want to know when they... you know what!
You leave us moaning for more every time. But this - must know what happens! Want to follow them in their undercover lives, screwing their way fleeing from one place to another on the Continent...
You... they... NO ONE is EVER SATISFIED!! LOL!!! I could have this like... 7,600 page volume of every story a la Borderlines, have them die happy in old age and you'd all STILL freak for more! LOL! Thas why I loves ya. ;)
But now I'm back. And my bunny?
I would like... *cue wavy lines a la Star Trek transporter room*
It's five years on from Mary Beth and the alien invasion. Casey has gone bad. He's working as a hit man for the mob, when he receives a commission to terminate... you guessed it... Zeke. What happens next???!
O.M.G. write it, baby.
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"Last I'd heard you dropped out of college... junior year and everything." Zeke calls as he mixes their drinks; gin and tonic for him, whiskey and coke for Casey.
"Yea. Wasn't for me."
"Uhhuh," Zeke says with a small nod, tossing ice into each glass. He thinks about that odd look Casey wore when Zeke answered the door-- a cross between determination and fear. Zeke glances to the magnetic calendar on his fridge and sees the date: July 2nd. An 'X' was marked on June 29th, the date he'd been given.
"You don't come up with what you owe, Tyler... you know the fucking rest."He puts the ice back in the freezer and bites his lip. The last time he'd seen Casey was two and a half years before when he came home for Thanksgiving from school. 'Home' had actually meant Zeke's place for the most part. Casey and his parents were on the outs from the minute he'd stepped off the bus... perhaps even before that. It was odd to see; ( ... )
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"Why didn't you pay your goddamned debt, Zeke?"
"Why ask? Just fucking shoot me, for Christ's sake." Zeke answers. He knew Casey could do it; he wasn't about to taunt the kid. Not many people stabbed alien queens in the eye with pens. All Casey needed was the right mindset to keep his head clear enough... but Zeke hadn't heard a gunshot yet.
Casey's eyes were slightly widened, jaw set tight. Not one muscle or nerve seemed to move him. "I don't do this, and I pay for it."
"Then do it."
"Do you have a gun?"
"What?"
"Do you have a fucking gun?" Casey asks again, sounding tense. Zeke sits up and blinks ( ... )
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Darnit!
*HUGSHUGS&HUGS*
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You leave us moaning for more every time. But this - must know what happens! Want to follow them in their undercover lives, screwing their way fleeing from one place to another on the Continent...
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Thas why I loves ya. ;)
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