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Rapid Love

John Sheridan finished packing. Ever since Anna Sheridan, his own true love, had been lost at sea, John Sheridan had been paisley.

There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing swiped him, all was Shadowy. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going in the ship to become a green motorcycle.

Just then, there was an extensive knock at the door. John Sheridan opened it and stood there inquisitively for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his ear.

When John Sheridan came to, Anna Sheridan was holding his nose and looking silly. "My love," Anna Sheridan said furtively, "I'm sorry for the brittle shock. I've been shipwrecked on a grey island for the last ten years, living like a nervous Drazi dressed in purple and green. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my headbone in the wreck. Can you still love me?"

John Sheridan could hardly believe his Anna Sheridan had returned. "I will always love you, headbone or no headbone. Besides, you can cover it up with a sash."

They embraced slyly and vowed to never be parted again.

And all was purple.


( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 18th, 2006 05:28 am (UTC)
"All was purple" - I could go for that! :D
Jun. 18th, 2006 10:53 pm (UTC)
"You are cute for a Mimbari. And I am cute! Everybody's cute. But in purple: I am stunning!" --Londo Molari, patron saint of Satamuri.
Jun. 18th, 2006 10:51 pm (UTC)
Hee hee hee hee hee heeheheheheh*choke*
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