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misaffection) wrote2007-02-18 11:05 pm
misaffection) wrote2007-02-18 11:05 pm
Fandom crash
So this is what happens when I watch a tv show involving giant spiders (Primeval) whilst reading fic involving a giant snake (Boa vs Python). In my defense I did try to fight off the plot bunnies.
But they were giant as well *sigh*
“Giant spiders?” Monica stared at the woman opposite in disbelief. Dressed in a dark skirt suit and her dark blonde hair swept up into a neat pleat, Angela Graham looked staid and sensible, and not like the sort of person to tell wild stories.
“That's what the report said,” Angela explained and then shrugged. “I don't know how reliable the source is, only that I was...” The woman stopped and looked apologetic.
“You were the only one they thought we'd talk to,” Emmett drawled in a sour tone. Monica glanced over at where he was sat. It was the first thing he'd said since Angela had arrived. Given the fact the woman worked for the FBI, Monica was still slightly surprised she'd gotten a foot over the threshold.
“That's about it, yes.” Angela sank gracefully on to a chair, her attention now fixed on Emmett. “I'm aware of how badly you have been dealt with Doctor,” she said. “I can only apologise. But that's not an official one.”
“So what do you – does the FBI – want of us now?” Monica asked. She had a sinking feeling she already knew.
“The source was unable to ascertain where these spiders are coming from. But they have attacked and killed people. We've managed to recover one body and...” Angela paused, swallowed and took a breath. “Bites were found, and a toxicology reports that they inject their victims with some sort of venom. The report isn't complete, so I can't tell you how potent this is, or the effects on the people they bite.”
“And they're in Peru?” Emmett asked.
“There are no other reports so we believe they're confined to one place,” Angela said. She shook her head. “It's very strange; there's nothing abnormal about it – no known chemical or nuclear waste dumping. Nothing to indicate a cause for mutation.”
“A mutation?” Monica stalked forward and glared at the seated woman. “You didn't mention a mutation in your... sales pitch.”
Emmett snorted a laugh at this, breaking the tension that had crept into the room. “She didn't need to Monica,” he told her quietly. “Agent Graham is here for one reason and one reason only. And the fact she dares to even think about asking for our help indicates something out of the ordinary.”
Angela caught her bottom lip between her teeth and gazed at Emmett. Monica looked from her to him and then folded her arms with a huff. “Giant, poisonous spiders. As if chasing an over-sized python through Philadelphia's water system wasn't an adventure enough.”
“”But Peru,” Emmett argued. “Think of the air miles.”
“I'm thinking of the number of shots,” she retorted. He grinned at her. Monica sighed again; her college years had seen a degree in psychology and therefore knew the mood swings Emmett had displayed in the last three weeks were an indication that he was still struggling with what had happened. “You're going to agree to this, aren't you?”
“People are at risk,” he stated with conviction. Which was exactly what Monica had been afraid he'd say.
“We've only been back ten days,” she said. “Betty's only just settled back down. Let someone else tidy up this mess.”
“There is no-one else and you know it Monica. And it's not Betty you're worried about.” He looked at her and gave her a wan smile. She held his gaze, knowing he'd caught her out but wholly unrepentant.
“Don't get cocky,” she told him. “I do have some self-concern as well.”
“Well I guess you could stay here...” He left it hanging and she shook her head.
“I thought we were a team.”
“We are.”
“Does that mean you'll come then?” Angela said, making them both jump since they'd completely forgotten she was there.
Monica looked at Emmett, who looked at her.
“Yeah,” they said in unison.
I can probably write more if enough people request it...
But they were giant as well *sigh*
“Giant spiders?” Monica stared at the woman opposite in disbelief. Dressed in a dark skirt suit and her dark blonde hair swept up into a neat pleat, Angela Graham looked staid and sensible, and not like the sort of person to tell wild stories.
“That's what the report said,” Angela explained and then shrugged. “I don't know how reliable the source is, only that I was...” The woman stopped and looked apologetic.
“You were the only one they thought we'd talk to,” Emmett drawled in a sour tone. Monica glanced over at where he was sat. It was the first thing he'd said since Angela had arrived. Given the fact the woman worked for the FBI, Monica was still slightly surprised she'd gotten a foot over the threshold.
“That's about it, yes.” Angela sank gracefully on to a chair, her attention now fixed on Emmett. “I'm aware of how badly you have been dealt with Doctor,” she said. “I can only apologise. But that's not an official one.”
“So what do you – does the FBI – want of us now?” Monica asked. She had a sinking feeling she already knew.
“The source was unable to ascertain where these spiders are coming from. But they have attacked and killed people. We've managed to recover one body and...” Angela paused, swallowed and took a breath. “Bites were found, and a toxicology reports that they inject their victims with some sort of venom. The report isn't complete, so I can't tell you how potent this is, or the effects on the people they bite.”
“And they're in Peru?” Emmett asked.
“There are no other reports so we believe they're confined to one place,” Angela said. She shook her head. “It's very strange; there's nothing abnormal about it – no known chemical or nuclear waste dumping. Nothing to indicate a cause for mutation.”
“A mutation?” Monica stalked forward and glared at the seated woman. “You didn't mention a mutation in your... sales pitch.”
Emmett snorted a laugh at this, breaking the tension that had crept into the room. “She didn't need to Monica,” he told her quietly. “Agent Graham is here for one reason and one reason only. And the fact she dares to even think about asking for our help indicates something out of the ordinary.”
Angela caught her bottom lip between her teeth and gazed at Emmett. Monica looked from her to him and then folded her arms with a huff. “Giant, poisonous spiders. As if chasing an over-sized python through Philadelphia's water system wasn't an adventure enough.”
“”But Peru,” Emmett argued. “Think of the air miles.”
“I'm thinking of the number of shots,” she retorted. He grinned at her. Monica sighed again; her college years had seen a degree in psychology and therefore knew the mood swings Emmett had displayed in the last three weeks were an indication that he was still struggling with what had happened. “You're going to agree to this, aren't you?”
“People are at risk,” he stated with conviction. Which was exactly what Monica had been afraid he'd say.
“We've only been back ten days,” she said. “Betty's only just settled back down. Let someone else tidy up this mess.”
“There is no-one else and you know it Monica. And it's not Betty you're worried about.” He looked at her and gave her a wan smile. She held his gaze, knowing he'd caught her out but wholly unrepentant.
“Don't get cocky,” she told him. “I do have some self-concern as well.”
“Well I guess you could stay here...” He left it hanging and she shook her head.
“I thought we were a team.”
“We are.”
“Does that mean you'll come then?” Angela said, making them both jump since they'd completely forgotten she was there.
Monica looked at Emmett, who looked at her.
“Yeah,” they said in unison.
I can probably write more if enough people request it...