ladyofleithian | Too Good Is True, Part Thirteen: WTF Is This? A Freaking Wagnerian Opera?

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[INT. COLONEL TOBIN'S QUARTERS -- NIGHT.

Everyone's continuing to read the fic.]

My POV

MIRA: Just a tip; feel free not to listen to me, but would you have the goddamn decency not to write in script format?

ANAKIN (wryly): You do realize the hypocrisy of that statement, don't you?

MIRA: It's *supposed* to be script format, genius.

ARAWN: Guys, guys. Let's just get on with the story before we lose our sanity, shall we?

Desiree - "Joe don we have to go to the hospital. Mom was in a serious crash."

Joe don - "Oh my god! Let's go.''

ANAKIN: I propose a drinking game: every time someone says "oh my God" or talks in leet lingo, take a shot. The first one to die of a caffeine overdose wins.

We ran outside and hopped in his truck.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (at the hospital)

ANAKIN (in mock-announcer's voice): Meanwhile, at Our Lady Of The Sacred Malpractice...

We sat down in the waiting room an I put my head on Joe don's shoulder. A doctor walked in.

Dr. - "Miss Dunn?"

ANAKIN (as the doctor): Why are you hitting on your brother?

I sat up. "That's me, sir."

Dr. - "Hi, I'm doctor Redding. Please come with me." Joe don and I followed him into a room

off to the left.

Dessire - "How is she?" the doctor looked worried.

Dr. Redding - "There is some really bad news. Your mom broke her neck two places and her

back. She is in surgery right now. Do you have any questions?"

Dessiree - "Will she live?''

Dr. Redding - "About a 10% chance of pulling through, but we'll know more after the surgery.

ANAKIN: Is it too soon to take a sigh of relief?

MIRA: Well, why?

ANAKIN: Because the mom's probably the only likeable character here. (Beat) And no, I'm not saying it because I'm biased. I'm dead serious.

I have go and make sure everything is going right. If you need anything just ask.''

MIRA (as the Doctor/Movie!Zuko): I'll just wait until everybody's fighting everybody, and then I'll slip out.

Back in the waiting room I put my head on Joe don's shoulder and cried. Joe don put his

arms around me and stroked my hair. "Sshhh. Everything will be alright. It's alright."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (the next morning)

ANAKIN: *Hums "Falling Star" by Otep*

OBI-WAN: Padawan, would it kill you to not turn everything into a musical?

ANAKIN: Come, Master; I think everyone knows that (singing to the tune of "Just Stop" by Disturbed) all that you want/is to criticize --

OBI-WAN: Oh sweet Aunt Beru...Terri, pass me the caf?

TERRI CLARK: Sure. Why not?

Obi-Wan sighs and takes a cup of caf.

OBI-WAN: Work your dark magic, caf...

And he drinks.

I let the dog out and went out to feed Dusty and move the cows before I went back to

the hospital.

I caught Dusty, brushed him and tacked him up. "Are you ready to go move the cows?"

He nickered. "Haha. Lets go." I led him outside and mounted cantered out to gate.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (after chores)

I looked the clock and it was 7:45. I picked up phone and dialed Joe don's number.

Joe don - "Hello." It sounded like I woke him up.

Desiree - "Hey, it's me. I'm going to the hospital and I wondered if you wanted to come."

Joe don - "Oh, hey. Sure, I'll be over in a second."

Desiree - "No, that's okay, I can pick you up. Did I wake you up?"

Joe don - "No, I was up.'' I heard the bed squeak.

Desiree - "Liar." I laughed. "I heard the bed squeak.

ANAKIN (sarcastic): Thank you, Captain Obvious.

"Anyway, I'll be there in 10 minutes."

Joe don - "No, I can drive. See you then, bye.''

ANAKIN: *Sighs* Well, at least the bit with the mom was semi-touching --

ATTON: I'm just waiting for the plot to kick in.

TERRI CLARK (grimly): It won't. (She gives them a Cheshire Cat smile) Not by a long shot.

*Beat*

ANAKIN: We're doomed, aren't we?