Subject: [[Reaction--bring your ballistic shield.]]
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Posted on: 2010-07-17 17:11:00 UTC

One day in what might be considered July by some, Jenni Robinson knocked on the door to RC #999, smirking with uncommonly sadistic glee. The door swished open, revealing that Nume and Ilraen were at home.

<Hello, Jenni!> Ilraen said. <What brings you here?>

"What do you want?" Nume echoed from his desk chair. He raised an eyebrow at the printout in her hand. "What's that?"

"Seems you two have gained some notoriety," Jenni chirped. She handed Nume the printout. Ilraen peered at it over his shoulder. "I found it online. Fanfic Land."

"God damn it," Nume swore. "I'd like to give the idiot who thought that up a good smack. And the morons who take part..." Against his better judgement, he got past the author's note and on to the actual text. "Supernumbery? The hell?"

<They did not even attempt to spell my name right! That is not my name! Nor yours, either; look! ... Nume?>

Without warning, Nume had turned extremely pale. "That is my name," he muttered.

The other two exchanged glances. The temperature in the room had actually dropped several degrees.

"HOW THE HELL DID HE GET THAT INFORMATION?!" Nume exploded, throwing the paper to the floor and shooting to his feet. He rounded on Jenni. "Was it YOU, you goddamned meddler? Who told you?!"

"You mean that's actually your actual name?" Jenni spluttered. She burst out laughing. "Of all the crap in this fic... that's..." she was laughing too hard to enunciate.

Meanwhile, Ilraen picked up the sheet again out of curiosity, even though he probably should have known better, and read the rest of it.

<Uh, Nume? How does one "do sex" to another? Because in this fic, we-->

"WHAT?! Give me that!" He snatched it back and read it through, turning several interesting shades ranging from white to red to green. It was almost like Christmas.

"So what do you say, Simon?" Jenni asked, grinning wickedly. "You been secretly lusting after me all this time? You should have said something, you know, I'd be more than happy--"

"No! Jesus Christ, no! No! That's--I--not--you--GAH! And don't call me that!"

<I am not really half horse,> Ilraen complained quietly. However, one of his eyes wandered slowly backward and downward. This did not go unnoticed.

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! This does not bear thinking about! In fact, I'm neuralyzing all of us, right now. This NEVER HAPPENED."

"Well, that's my cue--bye!" Jenni beat a hasty retreat, printout in hand. Entertainment for the day, check.

"Jesus f****** Christ... All right, Ilraen, get over here."

<What? Really?>

"Yes, really! You thought I was kidding? Hold still."

FLASH!

And thus, the badfic horror was no more.

EPILOGUE:

Nume and Ilraen continued their existence, blissfully unaware that anything unusual had transpired. Ilraen is still a virgin. Nume is still a prude.

Jenni has the printout taped to the wall in her office, no doubt for the occasional laugh at the end of a hard day. Since nobody ever goes in there, Nume's secret is safe... for now.

Neshomeh is not a guy.

(( Funny story: Barid claims he actually did not know that little bit of trivia before he decided to use it in the story. I'm sure I must have told him at some point, but who knows? O.o ))

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