Title: A Well-Prepared Shipper With Better Aim
Author: Alli (alli@ecis.com)
Rated: PG (for violence)
Category: Humor, X-File
Spoilers: The End
Disclaimer: *grin*
Summary: Shippers: if you could go back in time and
interfere with the episode The End, what would you do?
Thanks: To everyone who took the time to send me
feedback!
Diana came awake with a start. Her first fear was that
the boy had read her mind or something equally spooky
while she had been asleep. Because she would be in
close quarters with the boy, They'd deliberately told
her little about the whole mission. All the same, she
knew Their long-term goals, and was nervous the child,
Gibson, would figure out what was happening before it
happened.
The first thing she saw upon awakening was that Gibson
Praise was not where he had been when she had dozed off
an indeterminate time ago. She lurched into a standing
position. "Gibson?"
She saw the child at the window, staring out into the
darkness of night. "What are you doing?" she demanded,
trying to keep her fury in check. He was just a child,
after all. He didn't know what kind of prize he was.
Although They wouldn't do anything to harm him, there
might be others who knew what kind of oddity he was.
Luckily for Diana, Gibson was too busy at the moment to
notice her traitorous thoughts. "There's a man with a
gun," he said, panic building.
Diana ran to Gibson, pulling him out of the way, away
>from the window, pushing him towards the bed but staying
at the window. "Gibson, get down." This kid might be a
genius, she decided, but in the street-smarts
department, he's brain-dead. "Get back, get back."
Gibson stared out into the gloom beyond the window.
"She didn't come here to kill me," he informed her
fretfully. "She's aiming at you."
Now THAT was unexpected. Who cared enough about her to
try and... Unless someone had found out about her true
allegiances...
She didn't know what possessed her to stand up in front
of the window. She supposed, in that split second, that
she was simply unbelieving that Gibson was correct,
that someone was aiming at her...
The window exploded with a veritable waterfall of
shattering glass. Diana shrieked and went down. Gibson
dived behind the bed, peeking up only when he heard
someone climbing through the broken window.
"Hiya," she said. "Hey, kid, if I were you I'd get out
of here. Their sniper in the parking lot is tied up
nicely as a Christmas present, but They're going to
figure something's up when he doesn't report in."
Gibson nodded, and then looked down at Diana's prone
form. "Oh yeah, her," said the shipper. "Eh, don't
worry. She's not dead."
))She's not?((
The shipper looked out at the audience. "Naw, what kind
of example is that setting for today's youth? That when
an annoying slut gets in the way of your two favorite
characters' relationship that you should go back in time
and knock her off before she can do too much damage?"
))Well... yeah! Besides, isn't that exactly what you
just did?(( asked the audience.
"Me? No. The message I'm trying to put across to
viewers is that you can't solve your problems by killing
troublesome characters. You solve your problems by
putting troublesome characters in the hospital so they
can't foul up the hit summer movie with their nauseating
presence."
))Ahh...((
"Besides," said the shipper, rolling her eyes. "She's
just pretend."
"True," said Gibson, still watching from the bed.
The shipper frowned at him.
"Hey, wonderboy, what're you talking about? You're
pretend, too!"
Gibson blanched and bolted for the door.
The shipper gave Diana's unconscious form the finger,
and then stalked off, whistling merrily.
