Scenes I've written for various prompts.

The Middleman: Bits and pieces

by Aithine

For tir's prompt: "Oh, that's just great," Wendy said, rolling her eyes. "Do you have any idea how many pairs of boots I've ruined on this job?" [ November 23, 2009 ]

"Oh, that's just great," Wendy said, rolling her eyes. "Do you have any idea how many pairs of boots I've ruined on this job?"

"Think of it as a challenge, Dubby. Or as a learning experience you'll be able to pass on."

"Right, because A Thousand and One Ways to Remove Alien Slime is sure to be a runaway bestseller. It might even do well enough that I could follow it up with From Boy Bands to Vampire Puppets: An Illustrated Encyclopedia of Threats to Earth in the Early 21st Century. Lacey could perform a new installment each week for Art Crawl."

"Sarcasm does not become you, Dubby."

"We all have our coping mechanisms, Boss."

For fish_echo's prompt: "Rocks fall, nobody dies" [ January 17, 2010 ]

Wendy kept a firm hold on the Tiburcian by the scruff of the neck as he tried to squirm out of her grip. She turned back in the direction she'd come and smiled as the Middleman struggled out from beneath the styrofoam rocks he'd gotten caught in during the chase. "I suppose the next thing you're going to tell me is that all of the aliens on Star Trek were real."

"Heavens to Murgatroyd, Dubby, of course not! Though many of the names on the show—filming locations as well as planet and character names—were used to keep a permanent record of them in popular culture." The Middleman brushed himself off and straightened his uniform, even though not a hair was out of place, as usual. "It made the perfect hiding place from the general public while ensuring an enduring and widespread distribution of the information so aliens visiting would know we were aware of their visits."

"If you tell me that Kirk and Spock are real and they're alive and well and living in—" Wendy grimaced as claws dug into her arm. "Ouch! Cool it, Felix, or we'll be making an appointment to have you declawed faster than you can scream Otto Messmer!"

"My plan was sheer elegance in its simplicity! I would have succeeded if it weren't for your interference!" the Tiburcian howled. "Earth's entire supply of milk would be mine, all mine!"

"I'm afraid it's back to your home planet with you, Mr. Snagglepuss. We'll contact the Vásquez government to make arrangements for your extradition as soon as we've returned to base."

"You'll never take me alive!"

"Sure we will," Wendy said as she held on tightly to the squirming bundle of fur and teeth. "And then you'll exit, stage right."

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