Mona's crackfic PT 4
Jan. 31st, 2006 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jebbypalHmmm, maybe whoever wants to pick up the thread should comment in the comments to that effect so we don't end up stepping on each other's toes with ideas? Probably will work better that way than just plain tagging someone else. Or carry on the way we have...whatever floats your boat. Or Mona's;)
Previous Parts
Jebby winced when Mona elbowed her a little too enthusiastically. “So, are you starting to see the wonderfulness that is the SLASH?” Mona asked, almost vibrating in place from glee.
Jebby smiled. “I dunno, I still think it would be better if one or two of them went somewhere private with just little old me. But it’s your birthday,” she said.
A loud “AHEM” rang through the puddlejumper causing both women to look up from their conversation. “I said that someone really needs to look at this,” Rodney repeated, miffed.
Jebby rolled her eyes at Mona and Cherry. “Siigh, cute men, wonderful characters, but a writer’s work is never done.” With that, they push through the crowd of unruly Y chromosomes to look at the screen with Rodney.
The picture on the jumper’s screen was all static-y, possibly from all the cop cars parked beneath the now floating jumper, but through it, the image of a cute, balding man could be seen next to a buxom brunette vixen. When she squinted, Jebby realized it was Poisontaster and Lex Luthor.
“Thank goodness! I’d almost used my last plot twist trying to get through to you, guys. How many times do I have to tell you, Jebby, you can never put enough plot twists in the duffel bags?” Poisontaster said.
Intent on the screen, no one saw D’Argo’s face when he mouthed the words “Boss Lady” at Crichton while pointing at the blonde Jebby.
“What’s wrong? I thought we were supposed to meet at the Island for Mona’s party? Or at least that’s what Sawyer told me,” Jebby asked. Mona squeed at the mention of Sawyer and the potential for other Lost hunks.
“Give me a little bit of room, Lex,” Poisontaster said as she tried to separate herself somem from the character glued to her back. “God, words I never thought I’d hear myself say.”
“Focus, PT,” Cherry ordered.
Poisontaster shook her head. “Oh, yeah, right. Well, it seems like someone heard about the trip.”
“I told a lot of the mutual flist, that’s not a worry,” Jebby said.
“Nooo, I don’t think these guys are flist. In fact, I’d definitely classify them as Others,” Poisontaster replied.
Mona stilled from her hyper happiness. “Others. As in OTHERS**?”
Poisontaster nodded. “We’ve been running and staying ahead of them somehow, but we haven’t lost them. And well, I’m hesitant to use a plot hole unless we’re desperate. You know how that went last time, Jebby.”
Jebby blushed a little. “Well, just don’t break the Happy Ever After Dust. I have no clue what would happen with JJ’s ideas. Where are you guys? We’ve got fast transportation, we might be able to pick you up before anything happens.”
“Crap, we’re about to run out of time on this thing. We made it to Colorado before Lex’s jet went down. I think we’re near Cheyenne..” The transmission suddenly cut off.
“Oh no. Poor Lex. Lost, without me,” Mona said. Clark glared at her a little before Dean whapped him on the head.
“Well, it could be worse,” Jebby said. “They could be running from slash character zombies with prudish actors.” Cherry laughed. “New destination, Rodney, Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado.”
John Sheppard groaned. “Something tells me SG1 will be very surprised to see us.”
Mona perked up. “That’s right. We can pick up Lex and Daniel Jackson and T’ealc.”
Jebby elbowed her. “And save our friend, Poisontaster.”
“Oh, right. That too, Boss Lady.”
Sheppard’s eyebrows rose and he looked at Rodney as he went to the cockpit. “Boss Lady?” he mouthed. Rodney just shrugged and left the insanity to sit beside Sheppard.
**no need to keep the same villians I have here. Those in need of rescue could be confused.
Previous Parts
Jebby winced when Mona elbowed her a little too enthusiastically. “So, are you starting to see the wonderfulness that is the SLASH?” Mona asked, almost vibrating in place from glee.
Jebby smiled. “I dunno, I still think it would be better if one or two of them went somewhere private with just little old me. But it’s your birthday,” she said.
A loud “AHEM” rang through the puddlejumper causing both women to look up from their conversation. “I said that someone really needs to look at this,” Rodney repeated, miffed.
Jebby rolled her eyes at Mona and Cherry. “Siigh, cute men, wonderful characters, but a writer’s work is never done.” With that, they push through the crowd of unruly Y chromosomes to look at the screen with Rodney.
The picture on the jumper’s screen was all static-y, possibly from all the cop cars parked beneath the now floating jumper, but through it, the image of a cute, balding man could be seen next to a buxom brunette vixen. When she squinted, Jebby realized it was Poisontaster and Lex Luthor.
“Thank goodness! I’d almost used my last plot twist trying to get through to you, guys. How many times do I have to tell you, Jebby, you can never put enough plot twists in the duffel bags?” Poisontaster said.
Intent on the screen, no one saw D’Argo’s face when he mouthed the words “Boss Lady” at Crichton while pointing at the blonde Jebby.
“What’s wrong? I thought we were supposed to meet at the Island for Mona’s party? Or at least that’s what Sawyer told me,” Jebby asked. Mona squeed at the mention of Sawyer and the potential for other Lost hunks.
“Give me a little bit of room, Lex,” Poisontaster said as she tried to separate herself somem from the character glued to her back. “God, words I never thought I’d hear myself say.”
“Focus, PT,” Cherry ordered.
Poisontaster shook her head. “Oh, yeah, right. Well, it seems like someone heard about the trip.”
“I told a lot of the mutual flist, that’s not a worry,” Jebby said.
“Nooo, I don’t think these guys are flist. In fact, I’d definitely classify them as Others,” Poisontaster replied.
Mona stilled from her hyper happiness. “Others. As in OTHERS**?”
Poisontaster nodded. “We’ve been running and staying ahead of them somehow, but we haven’t lost them. And well, I’m hesitant to use a plot hole unless we’re desperate. You know how that went last time, Jebby.”
Jebby blushed a little. “Well, just don’t break the Happy Ever After Dust. I have no clue what would happen with JJ’s ideas. Where are you guys? We’ve got fast transportation, we might be able to pick you up before anything happens.”
“Crap, we’re about to run out of time on this thing. We made it to Colorado before Lex’s jet went down. I think we’re near Cheyenne..” The transmission suddenly cut off.
“Oh no. Poor Lex. Lost, without me,” Mona said. Clark glared at her a little before Dean whapped him on the head.
“Well, it could be worse,” Jebby said. “They could be running from slash character zombies with prudish actors.” Cherry laughed. “New destination, Rodney, Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado.”
John Sheppard groaned. “Something tells me SG1 will be very surprised to see us.”
Mona perked up. “That’s right. We can pick up Lex and Daniel Jackson and T’ealc.”
Jebby elbowed her. “And save our friend, Poisontaster.”
“Oh, right. That too, Boss Lady.”
Sheppard’s eyebrows rose and he looked at Rodney as he went to the cockpit. “Boss Lady?” he mouthed. Rodney just shrugged and left the insanity to sit beside Sheppard.
**no need to keep the same villians I have here. Those in need of rescue could be confused.
