Disclaimer:  All characters relating to Jonny Quest are trademarks of
and
copyrighted by Hanna-Barbera. All characters relating to the X-Files
belong
to Chris Carter.

This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues are
products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as
real.
Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead is entirely
coincidental. This piece was not written with the intent of publication
or
distribution. Any compensation that the author receives will be
strictly in
the form of comments received by its readers. I retain ownership only
to the
character, Wilhelmina (Will, the Brat) Stoker Harkness. This is
strictly the
work of someone's very vivid imagination and nothing more. No profits
are
being made from this story.

MEACH'S REALLY BAD NEW YEAR'S FIC

The woman in Race Bannon's arms softly moaned. "How many fingers do you
see?" He asked her as her eyes flickered open.

"Seven," she giggled. "Ooh, look! Pink dolphins! Pretty, pretty, pink
dolphins!"

"Wrong answer!" Race cursed as he reached for a penlight-sized
flashlight.
"GREAT!" He snarled as he looked into her eyes. "Your pupils are
uneven,
this is just terrific, Brat."

Jessie Bannon stood in the doorway with a man. "Excuse me, Dad . . .
What
happened?"

Race huffed out a breath before answering his daughter. "There was a
little
accident."

"No kidding," the visitor quipped. "Is she okay?"

"That depends on what you mean by okay." Race shrugged as he held up
three
fingers in front of the woman's face. "How many fingers, Will?"

The woman sighed, "Seven, just like the last time."

"That's not good," the visitor stated as he walked towards the couple
on the
floor.

"Jess, would you mind getting Doctor Quest?" Race asked his daughter as
she
leaned against the door.

Jessie Bannon nodded her head. "Sure, Dad," she said as she left the
room.

The visitor took the small flashlight from Race Bannon and played it
across
the woman's eyes. "So what do you think?" Bannon asked the other man.

"Well, my degree is in abnormal psychology but if I had to guess I
would
say, a nasty concussion," said the man in the dark gray suit.

"Gee, thanks Mulder . . . that was very helpful."

"No problem," the man in the suit said as he stood up.

Benton Quest entered the room at a run. "What happened?"

"Pretty, pretty, pink dolphins," giggled the woman.

Suddenly, Race Bannon wasn't exactly sure of how to explain what had
happened. "Well, Doctor . . . I was working on lifting the engine out
of the
Quest Rover when I felt something on my neck."

Jonny and Hadji entered the room followed by Jessie Bannon. "WOW! What
happened?"

Hadji looked at Jonny. "I think, my friend that you are going to be
serving
KP duty for a long time."

"Huh?" Jonny looked at Hadji.

"Would someone please explain to me what is going on?" Benton Quest
cried in
vexation.

Jonny looked sheepishly at his father. "We had this bet, I bet Will
that she
couldn't sneak up on Race and if I lost I would clean up the kitchen
for a
month."

"And?" prompted Doctor Quest.

Race finished Jonny's sentence. "Will won. Unfortunately, she startled
me
and I let go of the chain, I'm afraid I dropped the engine on her."

Bandit trotted into the room and proceeded to lick Will's face. Will
giggled
and pushed the little dog away. "Not now, Benton."

Fox Mulder smirked despite the seriousness of the situation. "As
thickheaded
as she is, it probably won't take long for her to recover."

"Benton I think we should have a doctor look at her," worry stained
Race's
voice.

Doctor Quest began, "Special Agent Mulder would you mind . . . "

"I don't mind at all, Doctor Quest." Fox Mulder said.

"Doctor, I'll go get the car." Race Bannon looked around helplessly for
a
moment, he didn't want to leave Will lying on the floor but he knew she
couldn't sit up without some form of support.

Benton Quest bent over and picked I-1 agent, Wilhelmina Harkness up,
cradling her against his chest.

She sighed softly, as she settled her head against his shoulder and
whispered, "Like a poem poorly written, we are verses out of rhythm,
couplets out of rhyme, in syncopated time."

Somewhere in the house, a clock chimed midnight. Jessie Bannon looked
around
the garage and said, "Happy New Year everyone."

Fox Mulder turned around and looked at the three teenagers. "So does
Will
have any hentai videos in her collection?"

Jonny looked blankly back at the FBI agent. "Hentai?"

"Never mind, kid just show me where the tapes are and I'll look
myself." He
said has he herded the kids back into the main part of the mansion.