More Christmas Special
Dec. 15th, 2009 10:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickDon't have much else to say about today (besides that work sucked a little, but there's no surprises there), so please be content with fic:
The Third Thing of Christmas that’s such a pain to me:
Hangovers
“Ughhh. . . .”
“Oh God, he’s awake.”
Victor blinked as he slowly opened his eyes. That – wasn’t an encouraging phrase to regain consciousness to. Part of him toyed with the idea of going back to sleep and trying this again. “Jennifer?” he said instead, rubbing his face. Oh, his head hurt. . . .
“Victor?” Alice’s face came into view – she looked surprisingly worried. “Are you all right?”
“I’ve got an awful headache,” Victor admitted, wondering if sitting up was going to be worth it.
“I’m not surprised, considering what happened last night,” Jennifer commented from the other side of the bed.
Victor felt a cold chill go through him. “What? What happened last night?” he demanded, trying to sit up.
Alice pushed him back down. “You were acting rather – strangely,” she said, frowning in a way that suggested she was trying to find just the right words to describe his behavior. “Zipping around, talking so fast none of us could understand you, wearing a quite frankly frightening smile. . . .”
Yes – now Victor remembered a bit of it. He’d had that weird fizzy drink – what was it called – oh, yes, “soda” – in the tavern they’d visited for dinner, and then everything became a bit of a blur. “Goodness,” he whispered, stunned. “Did someone spike my drink?”
“Doc tested what remained,” Jennifer said. “He didn’t find any traces of alcohol.”
“Then what could have--”
“He did find something called ‘caffeine.’ Which, apparently, is also in coffee.”
“. . . Oh. So that’s two things I can’t drink. . . .”
-TTV: . . . *stinkeye*-
What, it's funny! :D
-M2: Not exactly related to Christmas, though.-
I know, but it was the first thing I thought of. It does take place during their stay in that little town, so it'll have to count. As you can see, I'll never really get tired of Victor's rather exaggerated reaction to all things caffeinated. :p Poor guy can't catch a break, even in the mix-and-match, sort-of-but-not-really medieval world of "The Tale." Also, no, I don't know where Marty is in this fic. He was going to be hanging out by the bed side, but Jennifer and Alice claimed those positions.
And I just realized it's a good thing they did, because having Marty there actually wouldn't be in-character for this version of him! Why would he feel the need to hang around, he wouldn't be scared that Victor wouldn't get better! Neatly avoided the fridge logic there -- thanks, brain!
-VuM: Just out of curiosity, when the hell DOES this Marty learn fear?-
A couple of chapters short of the end. We've still got a ways to go.
Hope you enjoyed -- I'm going to go continue to mess around on the net. It seems to be what I do best these days.
The Third Thing of Christmas that’s such a pain to me:
Hangovers
“Ughhh. . . .”
“Oh God, he’s awake.”
Victor blinked as he slowly opened his eyes. That – wasn’t an encouraging phrase to regain consciousness to. Part of him toyed with the idea of going back to sleep and trying this again. “Jennifer?” he said instead, rubbing his face. Oh, his head hurt. . . .
“Victor?” Alice’s face came into view – she looked surprisingly worried. “Are you all right?”
“I’ve got an awful headache,” Victor admitted, wondering if sitting up was going to be worth it.
“I’m not surprised, considering what happened last night,” Jennifer commented from the other side of the bed.
Victor felt a cold chill go through him. “What? What happened last night?” he demanded, trying to sit up.
Alice pushed him back down. “You were acting rather – strangely,” she said, frowning in a way that suggested she was trying to find just the right words to describe his behavior. “Zipping around, talking so fast none of us could understand you, wearing a quite frankly frightening smile. . . .”
Yes – now Victor remembered a bit of it. He’d had that weird fizzy drink – what was it called – oh, yes, “soda” – in the tavern they’d visited for dinner, and then everything became a bit of a blur. “Goodness,” he whispered, stunned. “Did someone spike my drink?”
“Doc tested what remained,” Jennifer said. “He didn’t find any traces of alcohol.”
“Then what could have--”
“He did find something called ‘caffeine.’ Which, apparently, is also in coffee.”
“. . . Oh. So that’s two things I can’t drink. . . .”
-TTV: . . . *stinkeye*-
What, it's funny! :D
-M2: Not exactly related to Christmas, though.-
I know, but it was the first thing I thought of. It does take place during their stay in that little town, so it'll have to count. As you can see, I'll never really get tired of Victor's rather exaggerated reaction to all things caffeinated. :p Poor guy can't catch a break, even in the mix-and-match, sort-of-but-not-really medieval world of "The Tale." Also, no, I don't know where Marty is in this fic. He was going to be hanging out by the bed side, but Jennifer and Alice claimed those positions.
And I just realized it's a good thing they did, because having Marty there actually wouldn't be in-character for this version of him! Why would he feel the need to hang around, he wouldn't be scared that Victor wouldn't get better! Neatly avoided the fridge logic there -- thanks, brain!
-VuM: Just out of curiosity, when the hell DOES this Marty learn fear?-
A couple of chapters short of the end. We've still got a ways to go.
Hope you enjoyed -- I'm going to go continue to mess around on the net. It seems to be what I do best these days.
