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June Two Thousand One, Back in the days of Fun....
PILOTCHAT WARS
EPISODE XIV - THE CUTEST STAR WARS / PRINCESS BRIDE / NARNIA / SLEEPING BEAUTY / SHARK ATTACK / ANTIQUE STORE / SPACE BALLS / TAANABIAN FLU / WEDGE R.N. CROSSOVER EVER
This story was taken from a transcript of Pilotchat back in June of 2001... copywrited by Shadoedancer Creations
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Wes Janson sauntered into the room and took a look around at all the people present. He caught sight of Sherlock and went over to plop down beside her. She glanced sidelong at him. He easily laid an arm over her shoulder. "You bored?"
Sherlock sighed, "I don't have a book to work on anymore."
"Didn't Kelly assign you a new book, Sher?" Becki asked.
Sherlock looked around nervously, "Uhm... no... She threatened to."
"I have an idea!" Becki exclaimed. "First assignment for Shel and Sher: Write a textbook for this class, since we can't seem to find any."
Sherlock groaned. Wes Janson put his hands over his ears as he heard Shelonei screaming from the other room, "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
"I already wrote a book... isn't that enough?" Sherlock whined.
Cris was suddenly very glad she hadn't signed up for the Rogue/Wraith classes.
"Sequel! Write a sequel!" Vickie suggested excitedly.
"I heard that Vickie!!!" Sherlock pouted.
Wes Janson patted her shoulder, putting his arm back around her. He reached with his other hand and flicked a finger under her chin. "Aww, buck up," he grinned.
Vickie looked around innocently, "Heard what?" she smirked.
Sherlock gave Wes half a smile, then pressed the button on the boombox behind them, and sang along to her Moulin Rouge soundtrack. She tried to get Wes to sing along. The shark saw Wes and began to approach.
Wes shrugged, "Uh, I don't really know that song...."
"What kinds of songs DO you know?" Sherlock asked absently.
"He knows Taanabian dancing tunes!" Becki offered.
He nodded with a slight grin. Sherlock reached behind the couch for the cd player, "I just happen to have the Taanabian dancing tunes greatest hits here."
Wes stood and bowed before Sherlock. Offering his hand, he asked, "Care to dance?" He grinned.
Sherlock took his hand and stood. "By all means."
He grinned and, as the music began, he guided Sherlock in a whirling dance. She laughed joyfully.
The Shark blinked, "Dinner and music?" She snapped her jaws.
Vickie sniggered. The Shark started heading towards the dancing couple.
Sherlock stopped dancing suddenly and looked to Wes, "Uh..."
He stopped, looking confused. Sherlock put herself between Wes and The Shark as a human shield.
Vickie looked over at the corner of the room. "My dog is stalking the mouse that is in the house."
"Vickie sounds like a Doctor Seuss book," JoshC commented.
"So she does," Becki said with a giggle.
"I didn't mean to but..." Vickie shrugged. "It's the truth."
"My dog with the louse is chasing the mouse through the house..." JoshC gave it a try.
Sherlock groaned.
"Oh dear," Cris said.
"Dude, I suck." JoshC said with a smile.
Cris studiously returned to her stitching.
"Poor Josh," Wes offered.
"Heh... Dr. Seuss rhymes are the Taanabian dancing tunes of the English language, I think..." Becki decided.
"Dr. Seuss as a pre-med. Niiiice, Josh." The Shark said.
Wes suddenly realized that he was standing behind Sherlock, with the shark stalking him. He looked confused.
The Shark watched Wes Janson very closely, "Oh... nothing."
Sherlock, the human shield, stood protectively between Wes and The Shark. Cris raised an eyebrow at the Shark and Wes, then went back to stitching as though nothing were wrong.
Wes leaned forward and whispered into Sherlock's ear, "Am I in trouble? Why?"
"Be careful... Sharkie eats pilots," she whispered back.
His eyes widened in horror.
Cris stood and put her stitching down. "I'm going to ditch these contacts for some glasses. Don't anyone eat anyone till I get back!"
"I promise not to... uhm... eat anyone..." Becki said.
Sherlock patted Wes on the shoulder.
"Okay, I've just decided that I need to go to bed." Vickie yawned, "Been a WAY TOO LONG week." She stood and stretched, "Good night everyone!"
Everyone bade Vickie goodnite.
Despite Sherlock's reassuring pat, Wes still looked worried.
"What Becki? You never get that craving for human flesh?" JoshC asked.
"Rather Face or Ton to fishes..." Wes mumbled. "At least Wedge'd be able to do something then."
"Well, this room does do strange things to people but...." Becki's voice trailed off.
"THAT is an understatement," JoshC said.
"Very strange...." TheShark nodded.
"Sharkie already ate Face's hand last night... now she has a craving for more pilot," Sherlock told Wes.
"Uh oh!" Wes took a step backwards.
"More pilot! More pilot! With barbecue sauce and lemonade! More pilot!" The Shark chanted.
Wes Janson ducked down behind Sherlock and tried to make himself look smaller.
Becki hid the barbecue sauce and lemonade. She offered the fishee a croque-monsieur.
"Bite size. Hmm..." The Shark considered.
"Monsieur Croque was a pilot in life, I think..." Becki offered.
The Shark eyed the sandwich. "Small for a pilot."
"Bite size," Becki smiled encouragingly.
The Shark took the sandwich very carefully. Wes sneezed.
Sherlock wiped at her back, "eewwww.. Yuck!"
"Sorry Sher," Wes leaned to look over her shoulder. "You don't want to eat me fishee! I'm a carrier for Taanabian Flu! I'll make you sick!"
Becki laughed.
"I'll give you indigestion!"
"Don't sneeze on the sandwich, Wes," Becki told him.
Cris finally returned wearing her glasses, flopped back into the comfy chair, and resumed her stitching. Sherlock, the human shield, wiped harder at the back of her neck, not wanting to catch the flu. Wes coughed as he eyed the shark.
"Eew. Pilots carry diseases...!" The Shark said in disgust. "Ugly, nasty, filthy things."
Sherlock worried whether Sharkie might look at her next. She eyed Wes and weighed her options.
Wes Janson whispered to Sherlock, "I'm not sick, but it's working! My idea's working!" He coughed again.
The Shark watched Wes very carefully.
Sherlock sighed with relief, and returned to being a human shield. Wes eyed the shark, and sneezed again. Cris watched the scene with great interest. The Shark had an idea for a prompt cure, and looked evilly at the pilot. Wes paled, and coughed again. Sherlock the human Shield swallowed hard. Wes sneezed again, and coughed three times. Cris put down her stitching and began to watch in earnest. She offered a tissue to Wes.
The Shark stated, "I am a very firm believer in the culinary... er, medical uses of decapitation."
Wes sniffled, "Thanks Cris." He took the tissue and blew his nose.
"Welcome, Wes."
"Are human diseases communicable to fishees, anyway?" Becki wondered aloud.
"Nope, they aren't!" The Shark stated proudly.
JoshC shrugged, "If they are, no big deal. There's other fishees in the sea." He grinned.
"Trout, Josh?" Sherlock asked.
Cris returned to her comfy chair, trying to remain inconspicuous to The Shark. Wes coughed again. His eyes widened in worry. The Shark circled a little closer to the Taanabian Flu victim. SuperSky swung into the room on a line, and dropped to the floor with a flourish. Everyone shouted hello to her, then went back to the confusion at hand.
JoshC seemed to have a one-track mind, "Trout are usually more in rivers, I think..."
Wes sneezed.
"Trout are freshwater," The Shark offered.
"Technicalities, Josh," Sherlock said.
Wes sneezed again and almost fell over with the force. He sniffled and wiped at his nose with the tissue. Sherlock fell down as he knocked into her. He reached down and helped her back to her feet. She thanked him.
"Hey everyone..." SuperSky said.
Cris tossed Wes the tissue box.
"Have you caught up on your sleep, Ali?" JoshC asked SuperSky.
She nodded, "Very much."
Wes caught the tissue box. "Uh.... I KNOW I didn't catch the flu again...."
Sherlock backed away from Wes a few steps. The Shark snapped experimentally. They all heard Shel coughing and sneezing in the other room.
"Uh oh..." Wes said.
Cris sunk further into the chair.
"Wes!!! You gave it to Shel!!!" Sherlock accused him.
"No no no! She gave it to me! I promise!"
"Sick and weak... Easy meal," The Shark muttered.
"This can't be Taanabian Flu, I cant catch it again. This is... What do you call it?" Wes sneezed again and wrapped his arms around himself as he shivered. "It's a Terran thing... must be...."
Sherlock wrapped her arms around him.
"Chicken pox? Scarlet Fever?" Cris offered.
"Mumps?" Sherlock asked.
"Malaria?" Cris tried again.
"Consumption?" Becki added her attempt.
"German Measles?" Sherlock suggested.
Wes Janson only sneezed and coughed some more. "I don't feel so good....."
"Well boys and girls... er, girls anyway... I'm gonna go watch a movie or something. I've had enough for the week." JoshC said.
Wes slipped to the couch, held his head, and groaned. Cris tucked a comfy blanket around him. Everyone waved, hugged and laughed as they bade goodbye to JoshC. Wes sneezed again. Sherlock hovered near Wes. Wes looked up as Shelonei came in with something in her hand. The Shark grinned at the sick one.
Shelonei saw Wes on the couch. She coughed and sneezed. "Uuuugh." She saw Wes huddled on the couch and brought over a bottle of cough syrum. "Bloody cold..." she mumbled as she shuffled her way over. She handed the bottle of medicine and a spoon to Sherlock, then shuffled back out of the room.
Wes sniffled.
"I'm gonna go too. I've never made a cd before on this computer and I want to figure it out. Talk to y'all later!" SuperSky disappeared.
Sherlock poured some of the syrum into the spoon.
Wes eyed Sherlock uneasily, "Uh... Whazzat?"
"Special Sauce!" The Shark broke in.
"Something to make you feel better...." Sherlock told him.
Cris wandered away looking for a thermometer.
"What kind?" Wes asked.
"Marinading from the inside out...." The Shark grinned.
"No! Not Special Sauce." Sherlock said.
"Uh oh..." Wes clamped his mouth shut, pressing his lips together.
"Oh, come on Wes. Just a little," Sherlock tried to encourage him.
Cris came back wielding a thermometer.
"Look at the choo-choo..."
"Need some help with that, Sher?" Cris asked.
"Here it comes into the station...."
Wes kept his lips shut and shook his head. He raised an eyebrow wondering what a choo-choo was.
"Yes, I think I might." She tried again, "Okay, here comes the X-wing into the hanger...."
"I'll hold your nose shut unless you take your medicine like a good boy," Cris threatened.
Wes kept his mouth clamped shut and shook his head.
"One last chance, Wes... It's for your own good."
Sherlock looked over her shoulder to see where The Shark was.
"Or mine!" The Shark said, watching with much enthusiasm.
"Come on Wes, Please???" Sherlock tried to cajole him.
"C'mon Wes... Open up! Last chance."
He pulled the blanket up over his head. "NU UH!"
"We may have to sit on him," Sherlock looked to Cris.
Cris jerked the blanket down and grabbed Wes' nose firmly. Sherlock approached with the spoon, sitting on the edge of the couch. Wes tried to hold his breath.
"You can breathe again when you take your medicine!" Cris told him.
Wes pulled at Cris' hand, shaking. She batted his weakened grip away. The Shark snapped. Wes gasped in fear of The Shark.
"Go for it, Sher!" Cris shouted.
Sherlock shoved the spoon into the pilot's mouth before he could clamp his mouth shut again in time. "Too late!" Sherlock laughed.
Cris let go of his nose. "Now that wasn't so terrible, was it?"
Wes swallowed and made a face. "Uagh! What IS that stuff?!? Tastes worse than bacta!"
"It's all the good things that you need to make you feel better," Sherlock told him.
Cris frowned. Wes made a face.
"Won't work, you always make faces," Sherlock told Wes. "How are we supposed to tell the difference?"
"It wouldn't have been so bad if you'd just swallowed it in the first place!" Cris put in.
Wes sneezed, then stuck his tongue out at Sherlock. Cris patted him on the hand and went in search of the tissue box. "He doesn't know what's good for him, pays no attention..." she muttered, then sighed.
Sherlock pouted. "I was only trying to help."
Wes sniffled, then made puppy eyes at Sherlock.
Sherlock melted. "I'm a sucker for puppy dog eyes..."
Cris sighed.
The Shark made puppy dog eyes.
"Not that much of a sucker," Sherlock laughed at the fishee.
The Shark sighed. Wes raised his head weakly, hoping Sherlock would sit down so he can use her lap for a pillow. Cris rolled her eyes.
"I already sat down, I can't sit twice," Sherlock laughed.
"That would be a trick," Cris chuckled along with Sherlock.
"You can unsit and sit back further," he grinned. "You're only just on the edge now..."
Sherlock, the human shield, lifted Wes' head and sat back further.
Wes half smiled, then sniffled. "Could you play with my hair?"
Cris sighed and went back to stitching. Sherlock twirled some of his hair.... and winked at The Shark. Wes yawned.
"Don't come running to me if you get sick too, Sher..." Cris warned her.
"I won't get... ACHOO!!!" Sherlock sneezed.
"Oh dear," Cris groaned.
The Shark grinned broadly.
"Oh no!" Wes exclaimed.
"Two for the price of one!" The Shark said happily.
"I'm so sorry!" Wes apologized to Sherlock. "It's all Shel's fault," he mumbled.
Cris went looking for another spoon and more cough syrup. Sherlock looked for a way to escape the cough-syrup.
Wes laughed, "No! Now it's YOUR turn!!!"
Sher tried to wriggle out from under Wes' head. Cris returned with the thermometer, cough-medicine, and juice.
"I'll just have the," Sherlock coughed, "Juice..."
Wes Janson put his hands above his head to grab onto the arm of the couch, effectively trapping Sher.
"Nononononononononoooooo," Sherlock whined.
"I wonder if all this sneezing doesn't just mean the whole room is allergic to the kittens in my pockets," Becki wondered.
"Medicine first, then juice," Cris told Sherlock.
"Not so brave when you're on the other side of the spoon, eh?" Wes said tauntingly.
Sherlock wiggled out from beneath him and flipped over the back of the couch. Cris poured the medicine. Sherlock starts heading for the door.
"Hey, I didn't get any juice!" Wes pouted.
"Come back here!" Cris yelled at Sherlock.
"Naaaah, no kitten problems.... absolutely not!" The Shark said.
"Arrgh, Here Wes, you can have some juice."
Wes Janson smiled his thanks and drank the juice.
"I hope everyone's this nice to me if I ever get sick," Cris grumbled.
Wes fell asleep on the couch, his final words.... "What's in this stuff..." followed by a heavy yawn.
Cris grinned innocently and picked up her stitching again. "Hey Hobbes, watch the shark."
Hobbie came in, bumping into Sherlock. He steadied her on her feet. "Sorry, you alright?" His head whirled around to Cris. "Hmm? Shark?"
"Oh and grab Sher for me, will you?" Cris added.
"Don't let them get me," Sherlock pleaded with the tall blonde pilot.
"What do you mean, get you?"
"Nooooo," Sherlock whimpered.
The Shark sat very quietly and watched. Sherlock coughed.
"She needs to have some _juice_.
Hobbie stood in the doorway. He held onto Sherlock, "Are you sick?" he brushed her hair back.
"No," she coughed again.
"Yes, she's sick and so is Wes and I'm stuck playing nursemaid," Cris grumbled.
Hobbie pulled a 'kerchief from his pocket and offered it to Sherlock. "Oh?"
Sherlock took the handkerchief, and looked up at Hobbie with big, sad green eyes.
Cris got up and handed the bottle of cough syrum and a spoon to Hobbie. "Here, give some of this to Sher, will you?"
Hobbie looked at the bottle questioningly and took it, looking down to Sherlock.
Sherlock's lower lip trembled, "Please... no," she whispered.
Cris went and checked on Wes, sleeping fitfully.
Hobbie ran a finger down Sherlock's cheek. "But then you'll get better."
Sherlock leaned her head against his broad shoulder. ~Can I suck up, or what?~ she thought.
Cris sighed yet again.
Hobbie put a hand around Sherlock's shoulder.
Cris thought it might be worth getting sick to get a little attention for herself. "But no.... I have to fetch the medicine and the juice and the..." she kept grumbling to herself.
"C'mon," Hobbie led Sherlock over to a couch, and they sat together. "It can't be that bad."
Sherlock swiped at the single tear rolling down her cheek.
"No no, please don't do that," he told her, brushing away her tears.
"Hobbie, did you feed her that stuff yet?"
Hobbie looked up to Cris, "But she doesn't want to take it."
Cris tapped her foot, looking over the rim of her glasses. "Wes took some, and he's feeling _much_ better, isn't he?"
Sherlock hid a smile. "You know, the only thing that's missing is a rocking chair for Cris."
Becki checked her pockets, "Nope, definitely no rocking chairs in there."
"Rocking chair..." Cris muttered and grumbled.
Sherlock looked over at Wes, "He isn't feeling ANYTHING."
"Exactly," Cris grinned.
Becki wandered over to look in the closet. "Hey Cris!"
"Hmm?"
"There's a chair in here you might like!"
"Ix-nay on the ocking-ray airs-chay. Eed-fay ark-shay!!!!" The Shark cried.
"But this is Terran medicine, it may work differently for him if he's never had anything like it before." Hobbie told Sherlock. "If I take it, will you take it?" he asked Sherlock. "Or better yet..."
Becki drug out a huge carved-from-single-block-of-wood antique rocker. Hobbie tossed a baleful look at The Shark. The Shark tossed a baleful look at Hobbie and snapped a few times before circling.
Hobbie raised an eyebrow, "how can a shark circle in a dry room?"
"She's a very talented shark," Cris told him.
"Must be..." Hobbie sighed.
The Shark kicked water out of the tank along the wall. Sherlock flicked water off her shoulder.
Cris pulled the rocker over by Wes' couch and resumed stitching. She tapped her foot impatiently at Hobbie. "He's fine, and Sher would be too.... if she'd take her medicine like a good girl!!!" Then, humming quietly, she resumed her stitching.
Wes rolled over smiling slightly.
"It's a very nice rocker Becki, thank you very much," Cris grinned.
"No problem," Becki grinned back.
"Are you awake Wes? Feeling better?" Cris asked the sleeping pilot.
Becki peeked into the closet again, and considered setting up an antique shop. "Where'd all this stuff come from, anyway?"
"What've you got in there Becki?" Cris asked from her rocker.
"It is a Closet of infinite holding..." The Shark said.
Becki pulled out a dusty old grandfather clock.
"Come on Sher, you do want to feel better, don't you?" Hobbie asked. He got an idea, "Wait a moment, stay right here."
Cris raised an eyebrow at Hobbie. He patted Sher's shoulder and left for the Kitchenette. Sherlock, still hacking, looked around suspiciously. Hobbie returned with a small glass of juice. Sherlock Coughed. Cris hid a smile behind her stitching. Sherlock swiped at her nose with Hobbie's Hankie.
Hobbie sat down and smiled slightly, offering Sherlock the juice. "Here, my momma's recipe."
"Thanks..."
Becki pulled out what appeared to be a medicine cabinet of some sort. "Oh look! Antique medicine in it too!"
Becki pulled out, "Uhm... what is this thing?"
"We could feed it to Sher..."
Sherlock shifted in her seat nervously.
"Better yet, the Sharkie," Hobbie said blandly.
Sherlock took the juice and sipped quietly.
"There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked her softly.
Becki pulled out an antique jewelry chest with antique baubles inside. "Oooh!" she grinned.
The Shark circled.
"Oooooh," Cris said as she walked past Becki's Baubles. She went into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of cough medicine. "I wonder what would happen if I poured this into the shark tank?"
Becki pulled out, "What is this!?" She held it up, "Oh! It's an antique harpoon!"
Sherlock looked up at Hobbie. The Shark kicked the water, HARD. Hobbie held his arm over his and Sher's head. "Uagh!"
Becki tossed the antique harpoon to Cris. She caught it, "Well well well.... Lookie what we have here?" She ambled toward the shark tank.
The Shark gave Becki a very baleful look. Cris peered through the glass. "Now look, *Sharkie*... I'm trying to make these people better, and half-drowning them is NOT in the game plan!" The shark peered back silently. Cris glared balefully.
"Fever Control!" The Sharkie finally said.
Cris raised an eyebrow, still glaring.
Becki wandered deeper into the closet. "Just how far does this thing go anyway?"
"Watch out if there's snow!" Hobbie called to her.
Becki began to be concerned as she heard snow crunching beneath her feet. "I thought that was strictly... you know... WARDROBES!" Becki kept a sharp eye out for fauns.
The Shark splashed some more. Cris hopped out of the way.
Mr Tumnus came around the corner, then looked at Becki. "Are you a.... girl?"
Becki saw the Faun. "Oh my!"
"A... A Daughter of Eve?" he asked gain.
Becki checked her genealogical chart. "Well, yeah, Daughter of Eve... that makes sense."
"Becki! Did you find any umbrellas in there?" Cris called.
Becki spotted an antique umbrella hanging from a nearby tree branch.
Sherlock lay on the ground, suddenly. Cris hurried over to check for breathing. Hobbie lifted Sher up in his arms and carried her over to the pallet. He gently laid her down, and pulled some covers over her. He checked her pulse. "Hm... medicine must effect Terrans that way too..."
"Hobbie! Sher is drowned! Do something!!!" Cris cried hysterically.
"No no..." Hobbie shook his head. "Not drowned."
"Ahem... is she all dead, or just mostly dead?" Becki asked.
Hobbie looked worried, "What do I do!?"
Cris snatched the umbrella from Becki and rounded on the shark. "All right, Shark!!! Now you've done it!!!" Cris jumped for the edge of the tank.
"You get a fish, you feed the fish. You don't slip the fish some sandwich every so often just to keep it sated. You feed the fish!" The Shark said.
Becki wondered idly just how many stories would be referenced today...
"Come to my house for tea?" Mr. Tumnus asked.
"Well, uhm, Mr Faun sir, would you happen to know where we could find a Miracle Max? There seems to be a girl drowned but I think she's just mostly dead..."
Hobbie's usually calm self was getting more and more worried. Cris jabbed at the shark with the antique harpoon.
Mr Tumnus looked around, and waved at a white haired old man. "Him?"
The Shark made for the rock with the hollow under it.
Becki eyed the white haired man uncertainly. "Excuse me sir, are you a Miracle Max?"
Cris peered into the water, looking for an opening. The Shark burrowed into the sand and sighed.
"What do you want?" Miracle Max said peevishly.
"Ahem... Well, there's this girl who's sort of drowned..."
"The king's stinking son fired me, I'm likely to kill whoever you want me to miracle."
Becki checked her pockets, and pulled out another croque-monsieur. Cris hopped down from the tank edge, dropped the harpoon and umbrella, and made for the kitchenette.
"I don't have any MLT's on me, but here's a lovely croque-monsieur," Becki offered. "She's already dead though! Or, at least very wet."
"Hmmm, where is she?" Miracle Max asked as he took the sandwich.
Cris returned with a heap of raw meat. "Who's idea was it to get a shark, anyway?" she grumbled.
Hobbie sat by Sherlock, holding her hand and stroking her hair away from her face.
"I'll see what I can do," Miracle Max said. "Bring me to her."
"Yay! Come on!" Becki said.
"Does that mean no tea?" Mr. Tumnus asked sadly before disappearing into the shadows.
"Sorry Mr. T, we'll have tea another day...." Becki thought a moment, "Unless of course your tea is good at reviving mostly dead drowned people?"
"Oh, alright then."
Becki led Miracle Max out of the... uhm... Narnian closet back to the room.
Cris heaved the meat into the water with a splash.
"It's raining meat!" The Shark began to sing.
"Happy now, Sharkie?" Cris said.
The Shark munched, and chomped, and burped.
"I'll take that as a yes." Cris then started grumbling, "Have to do everything myself around here."
Miracle Max followed Becki. over to Sherlock and shoved Hobbie unceremoniously out of the way. Hobbie looked in surprise.
"Hobbie!!! Have you fixed Sher yet?" Cris asked.
The Shark sat on a rock with a noticeably distended stomach.
"I don't know how to fix her!!!"
"I sincerely hope no one is going to be *fixing* anyone..." Becki said, thinking of her feline friends.
"No, not like that Becki! Fixing in a good way!" Cris replied.
Miracle looked at Sherlock, opened her eyes, looked in her ear, and "Hmmmm. She is not drowneded."
"Is she only mostly drowneded?" Becki asked.
"Oh no... Not even mostly. Did she have anything to drink recently? Especially some Ralltiirian fruit juice?"
"Well... Sort of," Hobbie said.
"Uhm, DID she get that juice? I think I was in the closet at the time...."
Cris raised an eyebrow at Max.
"I just put her medicine in some cranrasberri juice," Hobbie told the miracle man.
"Let me see that bottle of medicine," Miracle Max held out his hand.
"Well..." Cris grumbled, "If she'd just taken her medicine like a normal human being in the first place..." she half growled.
Hobbie handed him the bottle. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what was going on.
"Oh!" Miracle Max exclaimed. "Here's the problem!"
Cris shrugged, "Yes?"
"Sulfuromaximillianodouriferousinate. It doesn't mix well with cranrasberri."
The Shark blinked.
Cris considered fetching the harpoon.
"What did I do now?" The Shark asked in confusion.
"Not for you, Sharkie, for the Miracle Man if he doesn't figure out what to do with Sher."
"Ooooh," Becki nodded, wide-eyed at the big word.
"In English, please?" Cris asked.
"The mixture is like a magic potion. It put her out cold to sleep," Miracle Max said.
Sherlock lay still.
"Only one thing can wake her now..." Miracle Max said, "But I can't seem to remember WHAT!"
"Cold water?" The Shark suggested.
Cris rolled her eyes.
"Fezzik, jog his memory!" Becki quipped.
"Maybe a poke with a harpoon," Cris said.
Miracle Max groaned and put a hand on his head in frustration.
"You know! You've always known!" The Witch said.
"Witch! What? What is it? The poor girl is potioned!" Miracle Max asked.
"You have to figure it out for yourself, Old man!" The Witch told him.
"Oh come now, look at the poor boy!" Miracle Max pointed to Hobbie.
Hobbie looked up mournfully.
The Witch approached the beatific form lying on the pallet. She looked over at Miracle Max.
"Remember me the Cure!" Miracle Max begged the Witch.
"Sleeping Beauty?" Becki whispered.
Cris heard Disney music start to play in the background. "This is starting to look familiar..."
Hobbie looked from the Witch, to the Miracle man, to Sherlock. "Can't you do something to help her?"
Becki nudged Hobbie, "Kiss her and see if that helps!"
"Me?" Hobbie blushed.
"Yes, you silly! Who do you expect, me? Becki?" Cris said.
"Well, Wes isn't awake, so you've got to be Prince Charming..." Becki said.
Hobbie smiled, "It's finally my turn!"
Suddenly time stopped, as the phone rang for Shel/Wes/Hobbie/Tumnus/Max, causing an intermission. Cris went off in search of popcorn. Becki sang "I know you, I"ve walked with you once upon a dream," for the intermission music. Sher/TheWitch went in search of the 'fresher, then off to make some potions. Cris wandered back in and offered popcorn to The Shark. The Shark held her mouth wide at the surface. Cris shook the large box of popcorn into The Shark's wide open mouth. The Witch towel-dried Sher's hair. The Shark chomped happily at the Extra Butter. "Anything else, Sharkie?" Cris asked.
Hobbie came back from the phone call.
"Yay! Prince Charming Returns!" Becki shouted happily.
The Shark shook her head.
"I'm so glad the nickname stuck with Sharkie," Sher said as she came back and sat on the pallet.
"Me? Charming?" Hobbie asked incredulously.
"Ooh! Yes, surprisingly," Cris grinned.
Hobbie smiled shyly, blushing slightly.
"You're the Hero, Hobbes!" Cris told him.
"You wanted me to... uh... kiss her?"
Becki nodded, "Go on..."
Cris nodded, "Go ahead..."
Shelonei stuck her head back in the door, "Sher, get back to sleep, you ninny!!!"
Sherlock lay back down on the pallet, resuming her part of asleep.
"The poor girl's been sleeping long enough..." Becki said.
"Give 'er the smooch!" The Shark encouraged him.
Becki had a sudden thought. "Who's gonna kiss Wes to wake HIM up?"
"He's not spelled, he's just asleep."
Hobbie nervously went over to Sher. He leaned down slowly, closed his eyes, and lightly kissed her.
"Awwww," Cris said quietly.
Hobbie opened his eyes and moved back a little to look at her. Sherlock's eyes opened. Becki grinned and wiped a wistful tear from her eye. Sherlock looked up at Hobbie.
"That's beautiful!" Cris sniffled.
Hobbie sighed in relief, a grin breaking through his usually dour image.
Becki applauded quietly, "How sweet!"
Cris applauded also, "How Charming!"
"Are you alright?" Hobbie asked Sherlock softly.
Sherlock looked around, "I think so. What happened."
Hobbie held out a hand to help her up, and she moved to a seated position. "You scared me."
Cris, still sniffling, goes back to sit by Wes, who has slept through the entire commotion.
The sleeping pilot, Wes Janson, groaned, rolled over, and sat up scratching his messy bed-head. "Huh? What?"
Becki chuckled.
"Feeling better Wes?" Cris asked.
"Come on, Witch," Miracle Max headed back to the closet.
"You missed it, flyboy... Hobbie's Prince Charming now," Becki told him.
"What? Hobbie?" Wes asked incredulously.
Becki waved goodbye to Miracle Max and The Witch. "Thanks Max!"
"Yup, you missed it," Cris told him. "It was beautiful."
"Did the smooch and everything!" The Shark put in.
Wes Janson doubled over laughing.
Cris smacked Wes lightly on the arm. "Behave!"
"What's so funny?" Hobbie asked.
Sherlock held Hobbie's hand. He blushed a bit more.
"And thank's Witch!" Becki called towards the closet.
The Witch poked her head out the door, as did Miracle Max. He waved and disappeared. "You're welcome!" she called before she disappeared as well.
Hobbie put an arm around Sherlock with a small smile. Sherlock looked up at Hobbie, smiling.
Wes Janson regained his composure. "I think I must be having a nightmare. Hobbie with Sher?" he groaned, then looked over at Cris. "And you...?"
"Uhm..." Hobbie sortof-said.
Cris eyed Janson questioningly, "Yes?"
"Care to play with my hair?"
Becki giggled.
"I don't know, Wes. Are you still contagious?" Cris asked.
Wes Janson smiled at her. "Oh no..."
Cris put her stitching aside, and moved over to sit on the couch. "Felling better, huh? Didn't I tell you?"
"Yeah yeah yeah..." Wes grinned.
Cris smiled smugly, then sniffled.
"Oh no!" Wes cried.
The Taanabian Flu circled Cris.
Shelonei wandered back into the room and stopped short at the strange scene breaking forth. "Hobbie's SMILING!?!?!??!?!?!"
Cris attempted to hold back another sniffle.
"Yesterday it was the continent of Australia, today it's the personification of a dread disease..." Becki said.
The Taanabian Flue lightly brushed past Cris.
Hobbie, with a frown goes, "is that wrong?"
"Yes! He got to be the hero! Can you believe it?" Cris told Shelonei.
"IT'S ABOUT TIME!!!!!" Shelonei replied.
Cris grinned at Hobbie and said, "About time, too!" at the same time.
Rogue5Jedi appeared in the room. "An Epidemic! Yes!" she said with a grin.
Cris sneezed and looked around quickly to see if anyone noticed. Taanabian Flu bowed at the attention. Hobbie bowed, with the unfamiliar smile in place. Wedge Antilles entered the room.
"Uh oh...." Becki looked around for the antique medicine cabinet to doctor up Cris.
Hobbie had an arm around Sherlock, and looked up to see Wedge. "Uhm, Hi there." He hastily removed his arm.
Wedge handed Cris a Kleenex, because he noticed her sneeze. "Thanks Wedge."
"Not the antiques!" Cris wailed.
"Here ya go, Cris. Here's some.. uh. . . ipecac?" Becki pulled out a bottle.
Cris nearly choked, "No, I'm fine Becki. Really..."
"Not Ipecac! That'll make her vomit!" Shelonei cried.
Wedge looked concerned at Cris. Cris almost sneezed again. "Are you alright Miss?"
"I'm fine," Cris sniffled.
"Should we go find Max again, Cris" Becki asked.
"I'm not dead yet!!!"
"She seems to have caught the flu from Janson, sir," Hobbie told Wedge.
Wedge moved Wes out of the way and sat next to Cris.
"There's an epidemic in the room tonight, Wedge!" Becki exclaimed.
Cris grumbled, "Nurse everyone back to health and what do I have to show for it?" She sneezed again.
Shelonei went to go find more cough syrum. Wes grudgingly took his blanket and went to curl up in a big chair. Cris shivered. Wedge put his arm around her.
Hobbie looked over at Sher, "Uhm... you ARE better, right?"
"Oh yes."
Becki found an antique humidifier in the closet and set it up to put some moisture in the room for all the people, in case they got sore throats with those sniffles.
Cris coughed lightly.
"Good idea, Becks." Shelonei returned and wandered over with the cough syrum.
Cris sighed. "Guess I'd better not put up a fuss... Give me that Shel."
Wedge looked up at Shelonei.
Shelonei held out the spoon of meds, and gave it to Cris. Cris gulped, then downed the medicine quickly. "Bleck! That is awful stuff, isn't it?"
"That's my brave girl," Wedge said.
Shelonei smiled slightly and went to put the medicine away.
"TOLD YOU!!!!!!!" Wes said from his chair.
Cris sniffed haughtily. "At least I took it like a woman!"
Hobbie chuckled.
"I hope she's not allergic to it," Sherlock said.
"Uhm... about that, Sher," Hobbie moved to take both her hands in his. "I'm so very sorry."
Sherlock looked down at the floor, "That's okay, Hobbie."
Cris shivered again. "Where's that blanket? Wes!!!"
Becki dug through the closet for antique blankets. She found only rags though. "Moths again...." she grumbled.
With a blanket wrapped around himself, Wes went over to Shelonei's trunk and pulled out another for Cris.
Cris sniffled again, and sneezed.
"Forgive me? I had no idea," Hobbie shook his head.
"Thank you for saving me..." Sherlock said to him.
"They don't have that... whatever it's called, in the medicine back home," He said.
Cris took the offered blanket from Wes.
"Hey! Hobbie! Prince Charming! You're supposed to dance with the Princess now that you've woke her up!" Becki said.
Wes started laughing hard. Cris smacked him again.
"Huh?" Hobbie looked confused.
Sherlock looked at Becki.
Hobbie looked at Sher, "You're a princess?"
Sherlock blushed, and Hobbie stepped back a bit. Cris raised her eyebrows, and Sherlock sat back down on the pallet. Hobbie shook his head, and Becki nodded knowingly.
"Only Princesses can be awakened by truelovekisses when they're in a charmed sleep..." she told them.
"No, that's not right. Cause I'm not a prince, nor am I charming," Hobbie said.
"Oh, but you are!" Princess Sherlock said.
Hobbie turned around to stare at Becki.
"Well, he IS charming..." Cris then sneezed.
Becki shook her head knowingly again. "Only Princes can awake Princesses from charmed sleep with truelovekisses, you know."
Cris sniffled miserably.
"What you said, about truelovekisses, is that true?" Hobbie asked.
Becki nodded.
"But..."
"All quite true."
Sherlock batted her eyes at Hobbie.
Yogurt appeared shimmering-like. "Hobbie, you know that pendant you wear?"
Hobbie nodded slightly.
"It means you're a prince!"
"Me? A Prince?" Hobbie looked to be shocked. "No no no, I'm just a flyboy fighter pilot."
Yogurt shrugged. "I call 'em like I see 'em you schmendrick."
"Who knew?" Cris swayed, tried to stay upright, then fell ungracefully over on the couch.
"Medic!!!" Wedge shouted. "MEDIC!!!!!"
Cris pushed herself up weakly. "No, I'm okay... really..."
"Are you sure you're alright, Miss?" Wedge asked.
"Now go be with her," Yogurt told Hobbie, then he disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"Should I go see if Mr. Tumnus has some tea to help Cris?" Becki asked Wedge.
"Oooh, tea..." Cris mumbled.
Hobbie grinned slightly and shrugged as he turned around to Sherlock. "I guess I AM, who knew?"
"That shimmery guy, for one," Wes said.
"I always knew, Prince Derek." Sherlock said.
"Please, just call me Hobbie, Princess..."
Cris coughed. "Scratchy throat... need tea..."
Becki ran back to the closet. She felt crunchy snow under her feet again and looked around for a Faun. "Oh Mr. Tuuuuuuumnus...."
Mr. Tumnus went over to Becki, "You came back! We can have Tea now?"
"Mr. T! D'you think you could bring some of that Tea back to the room? We've got another gal sick..."
Cris sat up woozily. "Don't mind me... I'm going to get some... tea for my... throat..." She nearly fell over.
Wedge put his arms around Cris and held her close. She leaned on Wedge dazedly.
"Oh dear oh dear oh dear," Mr. Tumnus went and grabbed a kettle, returning swiftly.
"Yay! Tea!" Becki lead Mr. Tumnus back to the room.
"Here, let me help you," Wedge told the girl in his arms.
Cris focused blearily on Wedge. Hobbie looked on worriedly. Wes passed out again, asleep in the chair. Becki took out an antique china teacup.
"Where'd you come from?" Cris asked Wedge.
"Narnia. Is this the country of Spare Oom?"
"No, Mr. T. This is the country of Chatr Oom," Becki told him. Spare Oom is a bit to the north... I think." She sighed, "see, that's what you get when you go to Narnia through a closet instead of the wardrobe..." she muttered to herself.
"Oh. Clos Et? Is that the City we are in?"
"You wouldn't have any tea, would you?" Cris asked still looking at Wedge.
"Why yes, I do," Mr. Tumnus replied.
Becki nudged the Faun, "Here... I've got a cup... pour her some..."
Mr. Tumnus took the antique china teacup from Becki and poured some faun tea into it.
"I was... asking... him... but you'll... do..." Cris said haltingly.
Wedge looked at Mr. Tumnus, "Can we have some tea for this delightful young lady?"
Cris would fall over if not for Wedge's strong arm. "Ooh, delightful...."
Mr. Tumnus offered Wedge the tea to give to Cris. She took the cup shakily. "Here, Let me help you," Wedge offered. He helped Cris with the tea, holding the cup for the Delightful Young Lady.
Cris smiled faintly at Wedge, "Thanks."
He looked at her with his warm brown eyes. "You are welcome."
Mr Tumnus pulled out his flute, and with his tail draped over his arm, began to play. Becki began to feel drowsy. Mr Tumnus stopped, and shrugged embarrassedly. He disappeared back through the closet.
Becki blinked and looked around, "Where'd that Faun go?"
"He left, didn't you see 'im go?" Shelonei said.
Cris' head fell to Wedge's shoulder. "I'm sleepy...."
"Oh... I think... I must have dozed off..." Becki said.
Wedge played with Cris' hair, pushing some behind her ear. She sighed softly, "Where'd that couch go?" Wedge lay Cris upon the couch.
Rogue5Jedi sneezed.
"Oh no!" Shelonei exclaimed. "Not another one!!!"
"Have some medicine, R5... it's wonderful..." Cris said drowsily as she settled into the couch, and snuggled under a blanket.
Shelonei went out, and returned with the cough syrum, and went over to R5, who clamped her mouth shut and stuck her head under a pillow.
"R5, really," Shelonei admonished her.
"You're not forcing that slurry down my throat!" Rogue5Jedi replied from beneath the pillow.
"C'mon R5... it'll make you feel.... all better..." Cris said.
Draco wandered into the room. "G'day guys." Everyone said Hello.
"R5 really, you are such a child," Shelonei tsk'd.
"Draco, you are in REAL trouble," Wedge told the newcomer.
Rogue5Jedi tried to curl herself under the pillow to hide from that noxious brew.
"WTF did I do?" Draco asked.
"See Topic!" Wedge pointed to the marquis above the room.
"Nothing," Shelonei replied. "Can you get R5 out from under the pillow so she'll take her medicine?"
"I'm not holding anyone's nose this time," Cris muttered.
"Then why am I in trouble?" Draco asked.
"We have had an outbreak of Taanabian Flu/Colds." Shelonei told him.
"Not because of what you've done," Wedge said. "But what you've walked into."
Rogue5Jedi moaned and held her stomach.
Cris frowned at her. "Just take the medicine already! Sheesh, I'm the only one with any spine around here...
Wedge went over to her and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Take your medicine, Hon."
Cris looked around blearily for Wedge, "Where'd he go?" she sniffled.
"I'm here DYL," he said.
"DYL?" Shelonei asked.
"Delightful Young Lady."
"Ah."
"Awww, how sweet," Cris sighed.
Rogue5Jedi hid her face under the pillow. Shelonei sighed and handed Wedge the meds. "Here, YOU deal with the baby."
Shelonei sniffled into her handkerchief and went back to the rocking chair, lamenting at being the only one who can't flirt with pilots right now. She feels really lousy.
"R5 won't take her medication?" Draco asked.
"Don't make me come over there, R5, I won't be happy if I have to 'help' you take your med.!"
"Don't bother, I have some suppositories around here somewhere," Draco said.
Wedge went into General Mode. "Rogue Five Jedi... ATTENTION!" he used his General Voice.
Rogue5Jedi pulled the pillow down tighter and whimpered.
"All right, that's it..." Cris stumbled off the couch.
Becki snuck up behind Shelonei and dropped the little grey kitten, PlanB, into her lap.
"Ooh! PlanB!" Shelonei pet the adorable kitten. "Thanks Becks."
Becki grinned, and winked. "Don't mention it."
General Antilles, gave Cris a hand up.
"If I could make Wes take his medicine, I can get R5 to..." Cris muttered.
Wes Janson startled awake again, "huh? What? Did someone call me?"
Shelonei went over and tucked Wes back in. "No. Go back to sleep and get better, hon."
Cris handed the medicine bottle to Wedge. He yanked at Rogue5Jedi's blanket. "Here, when she comes up for air, dump this down her throat," she told him.
"Okay. I mean, yes Ma'am." he said.
Cris grabbed Rogue5Jedi's nose and hung on for dear life. R5 struggled and tried to curl into a ball. Hobbie sat quietly with Sherlock and watched the scene as it unfolded. General Antilles got ready with the spoon. Shelonei chuckled and shook her head.
"Come on, open your mouth!" Cris said, still hanging on to the wildly thrashing R5.
"Interesting shade of blue..." Draco said.
General Antilles hovered with the spoon. Rogue5Jedi opened her mouth, face down.
"Aargh!" Cris growled in frustration.
Shelonei laughed. Cris tried to wrestle R5 over, too weak from the flu.
"Give her the suppositories!" Draco yelled.
General Antilles put down the bottle to help. Rogue5Jedi knew many, many ways to get out of taking meds.
"Here, hang onto her!" Cris yelled.
General Antilles sat on R5. Cris stumbled for the medicine.
Shelonei went out, and returned wearing her old nurse's uniform, snapping on latex gloves. She went over to Draco. "Alright, give me one."
Becki pulled out an antique hypodermic needle. Rogue5Jedi screamed.
"Couldn't we just give her the meds with THIS?" Becki asked.
"Oooh, much better idea," Shelonei nodded and took the syringe, using it to get some meds from a bottle in her uniform pocket.
Draco handed Shel a five inch tablet. Cris tried to find an opening. Rogue5Jedi screamed and kicked.
"Where's an extra pilot when you need one? Where'd Hobbie go, drat him?" Cris said.
Hobbie sat staring at Sherlock, ignoring the commotion.
"Hobbie, get over here and help with R5!" Cris yelled.
Shelonei went over and slapped R5, "What's wrong with YOU?!"
Draco put his 120 kilo frame on top of R5.
"I've got her arms!" Wedge said.
"Even when I'm SICK," Cris grumbled, "I have to take care of these yahoos...."
Shelonei took the syringe and held it above Rogue5Jedi's arm. Cris poured medicine and grabbed R5's chin.
"You always have to take the hard way, don't you?" Shelonei asked.
General Antilles yelled at Draco and sat on him too!
"Open up!" Cris shouted at Rogue5Jedi.
"If you don't open up by the time I count to three, you're getting a shot," Shelonei told her.
Rogue5Jedi kept thrashing.
"One.... Two..... Five... Er, Three!"
Rogue5Jedi screamed. Cris finally forced the spoon between R5's teeth and fell aside, exhausted. Shelonei nodded, satisfied as Cris got the whole of the meds into R5. Draco got up. General Antilles went immediately to Cris' side.
Cris stared at the ceiling, "Ugh."
Shelonei took the needle and put the cap back on, bringing it back to the cabinet. R5 coughed, hacked, choked. Becki looked into the closet, wondering if there might be an antique bacta tank in there somewhere. Shelonei went back to help Draco get Cris back onto her couch.
"Hey, that's what I am for!" General Antilles left the room pouting.
Shelonei laughed, "Well, General, you seemed a bit busy fallen on your back."
Cris walked woozily in a zig zag, then fell back onto the couch. She looked for Wedge, "Now where'd he go?"
"Did you give the medicine to Cris instead?" Draco asked.
Rogue5Jedi wondered how come everyone else got a sweet flyboy, and she got the riot squad. Shelonei was thinking the same thing, only that she didn't get any flyboys, or anything. Becki thought that the sweet flyboys were now all either asleep or in love. R5 sniffled and sighed. Cris thought how she couldn't believe R5 made her get off her deathbed... er, flu-bed to make her take her medicine.
Tycho Celchu walked in. Wes Janson Snored. Hobbie looked dreamily at Sherlock.
"What's going on in here?" The Alderaanian pilot asked. "Wedge is mad as a Sith."
Cris tried to focus on the newcomer.
"I don't know," Shelonei shrugged.
"Tycho!" Becki shouted, "Come comfort this poor sick fishee..." She indicated Rogue5Jedi.
Kelly came in, and everyone happily greeted her. Shelonei sighed. Tycho rushed over to poor fallen R5's side.
"Aw geeze," Shel muttered. She went out to find Wedge.
Hobbie smiled at Sherlock. Sherlock smiled dreamily at Hobbie. Wes groaned and rolled over in his chair. R5 watched Tycho very closely. Cris dozed on the couch.
"Uh, you're not going to eat me, are you?" Tycho asked.
"She wouldn't dare," Cris said. "I know where I left my harpoon."
"She's been fed already," Wes woke up briefly and told Tycho.
"I don't think she's got the strength to eat anyone, she's had a rough day," Becki offered.
"There's some more raw meat in the kitchen..." Cris said.
"No...." Tycho answered R5 confusedly.
"Uh... You're not going to stab me with anything sharp and hollow, are you?" R5 asked Tycho.
"So, what am I missing?" Kelly asked.
Wes fell back to sleep, and Cris dozed off again.
"Taanabian Flu/cold outbreak, Kelly," Shelonei told her. "Hobbie's fallen in love with Sherlock, and they've found out they are each royalty."
"See," Becki added, "Sherlock was drowned and mostly dead and charmed asleep. So Hobbie had to be Prince Charming and kiss her to wake her up."
"Oh boy..." Kelly said.
"But the phone rang," said the Taanabian Flu.
"Right at the best part!" Cris said.
"Just as he was about to kiss her... RING!!!" Taanabian Flu said.
"And since only Princesses can be waked from a charmed sleep by truelovekisses..." Becki continued.
Rogue5Jedi sneezed.
"And only by truelovekisses from princes," Shelonei put in.
Cris sniffled.
"So, obviously Hobbie and Sherlock are Prince and Princess," Becki finished.
Kelly nodded.
"Then Cris catches me," Taanabian Flu said. "And Wedge comes to her rescue."
Rogue5Jedi sneezed and coughed.
"And R5 cught TF next," Becki said.
"Oh, and there was a Miracle Max in there somewhere," Taanabian Flue put in.
Cris coughed and wheezed. "And Mr. Tumnus."
"Shel and I are maybe the only non sick people left..." Becki said. "No. wait. Shel was sick to start with. So me and Kelly are the only non sic people left, I think..."
"And Wedge, and Tycho. And the antique medicine cabinet," Taanabian Flu put in.
"And three of us had to wrestle R5 to get her to take her medicine.
"Poor sick me!" Cris lamented with a frown.
"And Yogurt appeared to confirm that Hobbie is royalty," Becki said.
"I don't want to get sick," Kelly said.
"And now Sher and Hobbie are starry eyed," Taanabian Flu added.
Rogue5Jedi thought of a certain Taanabian pilot boy who will be in very serious trouble once her illness passes on. Taanabian Flue thought so too, she didn't want the blame.
"Where is Wes anyway?" Draco asked.
"Sleeping," Becki told him.
"In PE class," Taanabian Flu replied.
Cris looked dazedly around for Wedge again, then dozed off. Wes snored from the chair in the corner. Taanabian Flu hovered ever close to Kelly. Rogue5Jedi whimpered and sniffled in her misery. Cris snored, snorted, gasped for air, rolled over, and went back to snoozing.
"Go away, flu," Kelly said.
Taanabian flu laughed. Shelonei yawned. Rogue5Jedi coughed and sneezes.
"Since when could the flu talk and laugh, anyway?" Kelly wondered aloud.
Becki pulled some antique breath right strips out of the closet for Cris.
"It's a very special flu," Cris said.
"Since it entered Pilotchat, the place where anything's possible," Shelonei added.
TaanabianFlu-NowFatal moved towards Wes.
"No... nonononono," Shelonei put her hands on her hips. "Not happening here on my watch."
Cris woke up with a start. "Back off, flu!" she staggered off the couch.
Rogue5Jedi put the pillow over her face again.
"I don't believe in the flu, so it has no power over me," Kelly announced.
"If'n I can't have a Pilot look out for me when I'm sick, I'm sure not gonna let you go after my sick Pilots!" Shelonei said.
"Yeah! What she said!" Cris looked around for her harpoon.
Shelonei twisted the ring on her finger as she tried to think of something. TaanabianFlu-nowTicklish circled.
"But we ain't all pilots!" Rogue5Jedi exclaimed.
Cris stared defiantly at the Flu. Shelonei attacked the Taanabian flu, and tickled it. Becki dug through the closet and pulled out an antique feather. TaanabianFlu-nowTicklish ran away.
"Do your worst!" Cris yelled.
Becki tickled TF with the antique feather. Shelonei tickled TaanabianFlu mercilessly, sneezing all the while. TF giggled.
"Yeah, get 'im! Get 'im!" Cris cheered.
AlisonSky, earlier known as SuperSky, returned. "I'm back!"
Shelonei watched as the TF began to shrink. TaanabianFlu-nowTicklish melted into a puddle, then jumped into the Sharkie tank.
"Hiya! Wanna catch our plague?" Rogue5Jedi greeted her. Everyone else simply said hello.
"No thanks, I took my flu shots before I came in," AlisonSky replied.
Shelonei stumbled and grabbed onto the back of a chair. Cris staggered back to the couch. Rogue5Jedi sighed.
Prince Derek gazes into Princess Sher's eyes. Becki grins and hums "I know you...."
"Oooh, first name..." Cris whispered as she swayed to the music. She fell back over onto the couch.
Becki pulled antique pillows out of the closet and propped Cris up on the couch.
"Thank you Becki," Cris smiled
Princess Sherlock batted her eyes at him. Prince Derek smiled. Rogue5Jedi lay on her stomach, and put the pillow over her head. Shelonei staggered and fell into a chair. She passed a hand across her eyes and moaned.
"Oh no Shel, not you again...." Cris lamented.
Sherlock sang "Someday my Prince will come... and now he's here..."
Prince Derek lightly kissed Princess Sherlock and blushed. She sighed contentedly.
Shelonei looked over at the Sleeping Wes, and Hobbie the Love Stricken, then wandered out.
Face Loran entered and looked around. Daewen wandered in and looked at all the people lying around sick-like. She nodded at Face. Cris sniffled again. TaanabianFlu spotted a new victim.
"Who did the decorating in here?" Face asked.
Rogue5Jedi coughed. Becki looked around.
"I'm starting to feel better, though," Cris offered.
Laura came in, looked around, and started laughing. "What did I miss?"
Rogue5Jedi muttered words about her pilot nurse.
"Hush up, R5. You only got what was coming to you!" Cris ducked the flying pillow from R5's direction.
"Eh... well... Face, we've had an, uhm. Shark incident," Becki started.
Taanabian Flu moved towards Face.
"Looks like an outbreak of something," Daewen said.
Face raised his eyebrows.
"I must admit, the room is a bit wet..." Becki said quietly.
"And what, praytell, is a shark?" Face asked.
Becki said, with a sweet smile, "A shark is a fishee that eats you."
"It's a large fish with nasty, sharp, pointy teeth." Cris said.
Face gave Taanabian Flu a fancy grin. Then he saw TF turn into WedgeAntilles-RN and backpedaled.
"Wedge as a nurse scares me," Laura said.
Wedge Antilles, the Registered Nurse, moved over towards Rogue5Jedi.
"There he is!" Cris exclaimed.
Daewen moved to lean against a wall.
"Woah! Wedge, that was a neat trick," Face said.
"Deal with it, Loran," Wedge replied.
Face looked bashful, "Yes, oh great one."
"Wedge Antilles, RN... Bearer of disease," Rogue5Jedi said.
"What happened in here?" Daewen asked. "In Basic, please."
Becki dug through the closet and found an antique nurse hat for Wedge-RN to wear.
Cris sniggered. Laura laughed out loud.
Wedge looked at Face, "BOW!"
Face made a mental note to find a pet shark for Wes.
"What DONT you have in that closet, Becki?" Cris asked.
Daewen tried hard not to laugh at how Wedge now made her think of Cherry Ames, RN.
"Only what hasn't yet been needed, Cris," Becki grinned.
Wedge took the hat from Becki and put it on.
"Wes.... and... sharks...." Laura erupted into a giggling fit.
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