by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
A really short story I wrote last night after I completed my Comp II assignment....
Inspector Beth Lestrade had never been a patient person. From
the time she was two years old, she saw what she wanted and went
for it without thought of the possible consequences. And even
though that singleminded determination was a double-edged sword,
both getting her into and out of trouble, it kept her mind
occupied, kept her from worrying.
And this waiting had her worried. What if she hadn't made the
right decision? What if it didn't work? What if it did? What if....
She scowled and turned to the large window that looked into her
apartment. The sky was dull grey in color; it looked as if it
were going to rain. The multitude of vehicles and buildings
outlined against it only served to make it all the more drab,
which, in turn, made Lestrade's already sour mood take a dive for
the worse. Her lips turned down at the corners, and she tossed
the data pad she had bee working on to her desktop in disgust.
Her hands clenched and unclenched as her frustration levels
She turned away from the window and threw herself on the couch;
unfortunately, she was on eye level with the vid-phone, which
just made things worse. She groaned and closed her eyes.
What could possibly be taking so long?
The chime of the vid-phone kept her from going into that
useless train of thought and had her heart pounding. She quickly
punched the on-button and had to keep herself from either
cheering or snapping at the image of the elderly scientist, Sir
Evan Hargreaves, that appeared.
"Sir Evan?" She queried, glad that the conflicting emotions she
was feeling were not evident in her voice.
"Ah, yes Inspector," the man answered, "I was just calling to
tell you that it won't be long now. He is still unconscious but the
rejuvination process is comp..."
Sir Evan didn't get to complete his sentence before Lestrade
had switched the vid phone off. She was out the door and in her
cruiser within twenty seconds.
No, Lestrade had never been a patient person.
Yes, I know it's short, but...boring... Oh, well. It was
Jacob's first job as my muse, soooo...
Jacob: So,you're blaming me for this?
Yup. Bet you can't wait 'til we're married, huh? Then you'll
be blamed for lots of stuff.
Jacob: *smiles* That's what you think....
Not just what I think...Selmak thinks so too. She told me.
Jacob: Uh-huh...and just when did this conversation happen?
Um...uh...well, gotta go, everybody, so I can get to work on
designing the characters for a game my whole multimedia class is
making for Halloween...heh he.
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