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New Fic: "Life at the Lair" -- Story #9
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stormr_d, on her special day -- a special fic, just for you! It's short and sweet, but from the heart. :D
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An Unexpected Gift
A "Life at the Lair" fic
By Moonbeam
Storm stood outside the Lair waiting nervously. Kitt had called her at home and left her a very urgent message. He needed her at the Secret Lair immediately! Worried, Storm had rushed right over as fast as she could. But when she got here, she found the place deserted. No cars sat in the driveway, no horses frolicked in the meadow. There were no lights or noises of any sort to indicate someone was home.
Tentatively, Storm raised a finger to ring the bell. "Hello? Is anybody here?"
As if in response, the huge steel blast doors chose that moment to s-l-o-w-l-y creak open.
Storm cautiously stuck her head around the doors to peer inside. It was pitch black inside. And quiet. Very quiet.
Now Storm knew something was up. The Lair was never quiet! It was, like, a universal constant or something. Uh huh. She might only have been fifteen years old, but she wasn't no dummy. This had all the markers of a set-up.
The beginnings of a big grin twitching at her lips, Storm stepped just inside the door, crossed her arms, and set her foot to tapping. "Okay, guys! C'mon out, I know you're there!"
The lights flared on and all around her the many denizens of the Lair, both fictional and authorial, sprang out of hiding shouting, "SURPRISE!!" A shower of confetti and silly string rained down on the thoroughly-unstartled teenager.
One figure detached himself from the group to approach the guest of honour. He carried a brightly decorated party hat in his hands to match the one on his head. Storm was greatly amused to see similar little pointy hats resting the heads of most of the others as well -- even those who would normally rather be caught dead (or undead) than be seen in them.
Michael snapped the elastic band under Storm's chin. "Happy Birthday, kiddo!" he said, and squeezed her tight in a hug.
Knightshade grinned and snapped a picture.
"And a one, and a two..." Everybody broke out into song, some of them even managing to be on tune. "Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to yoooouuuu! Happy Bir--"
"Wait! Stop!" Moon suddenly yelled. "What are you doing?! We can't sing that, it's copyrighted! And I can't afford to pay the royalty fees!"
Nick chuckled. "Uh, Moon?"
"What?"
"You do realise that WE'RE copyrighted too, right?" He indicated himself and his fellow fictional characters.
Moonbeam blinked. "Ah... good point." She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. Carry on!"
"Right. From the top, guys! One, two, three..."
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to yooouuuu! Happy Birthday, dear Stoooorrrm! Happy Birthday to you!"
And for the grand finale, Mac and Jack came sliding in from either side on their knees, arms spread wide to match their mischievious grins as they warbled the traditional last verse: "And many mmmoooorrreee!"
Storm clapped and giggled, applauding as the Secret Lair Chorus Line took their bows. They may not have been the best singers in the world, but as least they were enthusiastic about it. They weren't too shabby at throwing a party either, and threw themselves into the evening's merriment with wild glee.
"And just think!" Storm laughed at she cut into her cake. "We get to do this all again in a couple of days for Halloween!"
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Happy Birthday, Storm! May the next 15 years be even better than the last! ::hugs::
stormr_d, on her special day -- a special fic, just for you! It's short and sweet, but from the heart. :D~*~*~*~
An Unexpected Gift
A "Life at the Lair" fic
By Moonbeam
Storm stood outside the Lair waiting nervously. Kitt had called her at home and left her a very urgent message. He needed her at the Secret Lair immediately! Worried, Storm had rushed right over as fast as she could. But when she got here, she found the place deserted. No cars sat in the driveway, no horses frolicked in the meadow. There were no lights or noises of any sort to indicate someone was home.
Tentatively, Storm raised a finger to ring the bell. "Hello? Is anybody here?"
As if in response, the huge steel blast doors chose that moment to s-l-o-w-l-y creak open.
Storm cautiously stuck her head around the doors to peer inside. It was pitch black inside. And quiet. Very quiet.
Now Storm knew something was up. The Lair was never quiet! It was, like, a universal constant or something. Uh huh. She might only have been fifteen years old, but she wasn't no dummy. This had all the markers of a set-up.
The beginnings of a big grin twitching at her lips, Storm stepped just inside the door, crossed her arms, and set her foot to tapping. "Okay, guys! C'mon out, I know you're there!"
The lights flared on and all around her the many denizens of the Lair, both fictional and authorial, sprang out of hiding shouting, "SURPRISE!!" A shower of confetti and silly string rained down on the thoroughly-unstartled teenager.
One figure detached himself from the group to approach the guest of honour. He carried a brightly decorated party hat in his hands to match the one on his head. Storm was greatly amused to see similar little pointy hats resting the heads of most of the others as well -- even those who would normally rather be caught dead (or undead) than be seen in them.
Michael snapped the elastic band under Storm's chin. "Happy Birthday, kiddo!" he said, and squeezed her tight in a hug.
Knightshade grinned and snapped a picture.
"And a one, and a two..." Everybody broke out into song, some of them even managing to be on tune. "Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to yoooouuuu! Happy Bir--"
"Wait! Stop!" Moon suddenly yelled. "What are you doing?! We can't sing that, it's copyrighted! And I can't afford to pay the royalty fees!"
Nick chuckled. "Uh, Moon?"
"What?"
"You do realise that WE'RE copyrighted too, right?" He indicated himself and his fellow fictional characters.
Moonbeam blinked. "Ah... good point." She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. Carry on!"
"Right. From the top, guys! One, two, three..."
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to yooouuuu! Happy Birthday, dear Stoooorrrm! Happy Birthday to you!"
And for the grand finale, Mac and Jack came sliding in from either side on their knees, arms spread wide to match their mischievious grins as they warbled the traditional last verse: "And many mmmoooorrreee!"
Storm clapped and giggled, applauding as the Secret Lair Chorus Line took their bows. They may not have been the best singers in the world, but as least they were enthusiastic about it. They weren't too shabby at throwing a party either, and threw themselves into the evening's merriment with wild glee.
"And just think!" Storm laughed at she cut into her cake. "We get to do this all again in a couple of days for Halloween!"
~*~*~*~
Happy Birthday, Storm! May the next 15 years be even better than the last! ::hugs::
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I may have to chill out and later try to properly review this XD But I LOVE IT~hugs~ XD
Storm
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~hugs~ So no I didn't like it...
I WUVED IT :P
Storm
(~bouncing all over the place and trying to see wy her kneebrace is jamming~O.o)
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Has been archived.
And there better not be any photos of me in silly birthday hats. Blackmail will be met with a short and painful death.
Logan and Spike agree with me. Well they would if they hadn't stripped and hog-tied Angel, decorated him with stray birthday hats in decorative and artful positions and were in the process of taking photos. I must go, I'm being called back to help adjust the light sources.
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LOL! I hope you realise I'm gonna work this in now? I was already planning to write another Halloween-based Lair fic, but this cinches it. ::chuckles:: Poor Angel.
Ah, Wolf... you're so evil. :P
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I guess me, Dec and Pheral have build in costumes. Or is that cheating? Fancy playing Little Red Riding Hood to Dec's Big Bad Wolf?
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So are all the denizens getting dressed up for Halloween? *eg*
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So are all the denizens getting dressed up for Halloween? *eg*
But of course! Heh, heh, heh... ::insert evil maniacal cackle::
:D
So if you have a costume in particular you want to wear, speak now or forever hold your peace! ;P
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I know I'm late, but I hope Storm had a great Bday :D
Nice little fic, Moon, up to your usual great standard as always :D
Thanks for writing.
Nutty
(back from Sydney with a muse tied up in knots)
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Because we are NEVER letting you go again!!! ::rattles chains, cuffs dangling:: Get back in your cell, little lady, right this minute! Your little field trip is over and you've been gone too long. We've been deprived of your ficcy goodness enough already -- we won't stand for it anymore! You belong to us, and as Proprietress of the Lair, I'm prepared to fight to keep you. ::points at your computer, the lonely chair before it covered in a fine layer of dust from misuse:: Now assume the position and get to work!