Too Good Is True, Chapter Twenty Four: Ow! My Pancreas!

[ladyofleithian]

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

Everyone's sitting around the table, continuing to read the fic.]

That song had been on my mind all day. When I walked by my bunks on the way to the bathroom, I stopped and picked up the peice paper with the song on it. As I reread it, words just leaped into my mind. I quickly went to the bathroom and sat down again. I dug around and found a pencil, and wrote down the words. Joe don walked in a couple minutes later and appeared to be looking for something.

Desiree - "What are you looking for?" Joe Don looked up.

Joe Don - "A song that I started to write but never finished."

ANAKIN: *Is currently humming "I Fought The Law" and can't be bothered*

He resumed searching, his back was to me, so I reached up and grabbed the song. "Is this it?" Joe Don turned around and took the peice of paper from my hand.

Joe Don - "Yeah, this is it." "Hmm, Jay must be playing a trick on me, again." He mumbled.

ANAKIN (as Joe Don): Jay! Your wide-eyed goofiness isn't as charming as you think; dial it down!

Desiree - "Joey. . . " I said, to get his attention. Oh, it got his attention all right. Joe don's head snapped around and he glared at me. I laughed. "Anyway, as I was saying, Don't worry about Jay. It wasn't him. . ."

NASH (as Desiree): It was Callahan, the big one! He did this to me! (Beat) I'm sorry.

Joe Don - "How do you know?"

NUTE GUNRAY (as Desiree): I can predict things. It's like I have ESPN.

ANAKIN (darkly): Never do that again for the *love of Corellia's moons*!

Desiree - "Because, I finished the song. The second time I read it words just flooded my mind and I had to write them down before I forgot."

ARAWN (teasing): I swear Anakin's skepticism is so strong it's taken on a life of its own.

ANAKIN (muttering): Paranoid skepticism...paranoid skepticism...


Joe Don - "Good girl." He hugged me and kissed me long and slow on the lips. After we pulled I had some questions about the song.

Desiree - "I have a couple questions. Was the song written on an acoustic guitar? If not, what was it written on?"

ATTON (snarky): A sheet of paper?

Joe Don - "Yes, it was written on acoustic guitar."

NASH: ToddintheShadows is displeased.

Desiree - "Did you have any other insturments in mind for the song, besides drums?"

Joe Don - "Maybe another guitar. I'm not sure yet. Why?"

OBI-WAN (muttering): Seriously lacking in imagination.

ANAKIN: Yes, Master?

OBI-WAN (smiling a bit too widely): Nothing!


Desiree - "Just wondering. When is the first show?"

Joe Don - "The twenty-ninth, in two days. In Portland, OR."

Desiree - "I can't wait! Anyway, back to the song. I have an idea for it." I told him my idea.

Joe don - "I love it. This is going to be so much fun."

ANAKIN: And by fun you mean "pain".

NASH (sarcastic): Congratulations, Anakin Skywalker; you just won the coveted "No shit, Sherlock" award! (Beat) Seriously, *now* you say we're in trouble?

ANAKIN: Yes.

He sighs and pours himself another cup of caf.

ANAKIN: Oh, caf overdose, I drink to your health.

And he drinks.