Liz (
flwrpwr_vampyre) wrote2008-07-12 06:24 pm
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The Battle Was Not Going Their Way
Title: The Battle Was Not Going Their Way
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: Random and cracky
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Heroes.
Summary: Well, it's obviously not going their way.
Notes: Written as a one-shot but I have other parts planned now. So yeah, there will be an explanation. Much thanks to
flying_monkees and
thepansythug for beta'ing for me. Written for the
mission_insane prompt Lettuce.
“Holy shit men!” Peter yelled as a head of lettuce whizzed past his head. “We need to get the hell out of here! Retreat! Retreat!”
“Dear god, do I look like a man to you?” Claire howled as she took aim and fired at a particularly huge head of iceberg, watching as it exploded in a brilliant shower of green. She whooped in triumph, ignoring her uncle's glare as he signaled for their motley band to retreat.
Sylar completely ignored Peter as he popped his head up out of their trench and pulled the trigger on his automatic, taking out several heads of romaine.
“Damn you lettuce!” he bellowed, ducking back down and narrowly missing getting taken down by a vicious round of radicchio. He kept aiming and firing, not stopping until he was finally yanked along towards the rest of the rebels by Bennet.
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: Random and cracky
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Heroes.
Summary: Well, it's obviously not going their way.
Notes: Written as a one-shot but I have other parts planned now. So yeah, there will be an explanation. Much thanks to
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“Holy shit men!” Peter yelled as a head of lettuce whizzed past his head. “We need to get the hell out of here! Retreat! Retreat!”
“Dear god, do I look like a man to you?” Claire howled as she took aim and fired at a particularly huge head of iceberg, watching as it exploded in a brilliant shower of green. She whooped in triumph, ignoring her uncle's glare as he signaled for their motley band to retreat.
Sylar completely ignored Peter as he popped his head up out of their trench and pulled the trigger on his automatic, taking out several heads of romaine.
“Damn you lettuce!” he bellowed, ducking back down and narrowly missing getting taken down by a vicious round of radicchio. He kept aiming and firing, not stopping until he was finally yanked along towards the rest of the rebels by Bennet.
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Love!
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*blushes* Thanks, I'm enjoying writing them. And it's the only way I'll get MI done at all. Lol
I always look forward to your comments, they make me all warm and cozy.
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And of course, Sy bellowing and not wanting to stop fighting until Bennet has to pull him away. Just too great hun!
I can't wait for you to post the next part! *big grin*
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And you know that mental image is why I wrote it.
It will be posted soon, I promise!
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That was hilarious!!! :D
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but here it is:
Inviting you to
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I hope to post the next one tomorrow.
Thanks for the comment!