fanficWorld| Lilith Wydenbrooke -- Romance -- Posted: 10/07/2009 -- Updated: 26/09/2012 |
Epilogue: What The Frak?
“What is this?” Eledhwen Elerossiel demanded as she stared at the sheaf of papers on the table before her.
“I don’t know, but the authoress—Lilith Wydenbrooke—needs to die a painful death,” Christianne Shieh grumbled.
“So say we all,” Lori Starrett murmured, twitching a little. “I think I need a gallon of Bleepka. Right about now.”
“Leave some for me, won’t you?” Bill Fallis demanded, one possessive arm snaking around his wife’s waist. Lori rolled her eyes and shoved him lightly.
“Awww, Bill, you’re not jealous, are you?” she teased. “I don’t like Eledhwen that way, silly.”
“I’m hurt,” Eledhwen mocked, pretending to blow a kiss to the Scientists. Lori cackled.
“Don’t give Bill ideas, ‘Ledhwen,” she chided, still grinning.
Eledhwen scowled at the nickname. “And I thought ‘Ellie’ was a terrible substitute,” she grumbled.
“It doesn’t really matter, though,” Lori remarked thoughtfully. “I mean, I think there’s this pool going around HQ as to when the two of you would –”
Eledhwen and Christianne stared at each other. Eledhwen raised an eyebrow. Christianne turned pale.
“I-I-I’m not gay,” she said, frowning.
“No one said you were,” Eledhwen replied cheerily, adding ‘my dear Watson’ in a lower voice. Christianne facepalmed, and pointedly scooted away from her partner.
Bill chuckled, because Schadenfruede was a beautiful thing, and kissed his wife on the cheek. Lori turned to return the favor. Christianne rolled her eyes and poured herself a shot of Bleepka.
“I think you two are worse than the fic, in some way,” she muttered.
Eledhwen massaged her temples. “What was the saying again? Ah yes. Get a room, you two.”
“Gladly,” Lori replied, looking smug. “We’ve got to finish that Personality Dialysis lab write-up, anyways. Ta ta.”
The two scientists left the Response Center as Christianne set down her shot-glass of Bleepka. “What a story. I’m so flattered that the author thinks that I’m so evil. And that you’re so pretty that you get to get married to Laura Roslin.” Her words dripped with sarcasm, making Eledhwen grin.
“They’d have me dead before I could propose marriage,” the elleth mused. “I doubt Admiral Adama would find it a laughing matter.”
“Amen to that,” Christianne said as she called Mara Labingi over. Placing the papers on the mini-Balrog’s back, the two Agents contentedly watched the papers go up in smoke and flames. “Let’s get ourselves ready for our next mission,” Christianne sighed as the ashes of the fanfic rolled off of the mini’s back.
Eledhwen immediately swooped down on them with a dustpan and brush. “Wait a minute; I need to clean this up and then I need to make sure all of the minis aren’t messing up their little corner of the RC,” she growled as she effortlessly swept the ashes into the pan.
Christianne giggled. “Some things never change.”
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