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donutsweeper) wrote2008-02-09 10:06 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2008-02-09 10:06 pm
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Love Nest
Title: Love Nest
Pairing/Rating/Warning: none, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: What happens when the donuts fall into the wrong hands, or, in this case, beak.
Author's note: Twelfth in the powdered sugar crack!fic series. This is NOT my fault. Blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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tw100 Myfanwy challenge.
The trills, warbles, caws and shrieks were annoying Owen. He stalked out of autopsy, shouting, “Can’t someone make that stupid pterodactyl shut up?” Gwen and Tosh looked at each other, at him, and then up at Myfanwy before dissolving into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Owen asked nervously.
“Nothing,” Gwen managed, in between snickers.
Owen looked from Gwen’s red face to Tosh’s controlled smirk. “Come on, what happened?”
“Myfanwy got into the donuts,” Tosh replied.
“So?”
“They weren’t... regular donuts,” Gwen mumbled.
“She ate alien donuts? We are so screwed!”
“Let’s hope not,” Tosh squeaked out before the hysteria overwhelmed her.
Pairing/Rating/Warning: none, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: What happens when the donuts fall into the wrong hands, or, in this case, beak.
Author's note: Twelfth in the powdered sugar crack!fic series. This is NOT my fault. Blame
mad_jaks and the tw100 Myfanwy challenge.The trills, warbles, caws and shrieks were annoying Owen. He stalked out of autopsy, shouting, “Can’t someone make that stupid pterodactyl shut up?” Gwen and Tosh looked at each other, at him, and then up at Myfanwy before dissolving into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Owen asked nervously.
“Nothing,” Gwen managed, in between snickers.
Owen looked from Gwen’s red face to Tosh’s controlled smirk. “Come on, what happened?”
“Myfanwy got into the donuts,” Tosh replied.
“So?”
“They weren’t... regular donuts,” Gwen mumbled.
“She ate alien donuts? We are so screwed!”
“Let’s hope not,” Tosh squeaked out before the hysteria overwhelmed her.
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