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Disclaimer:  Same old.  HB owns Jonny, Jessie, and Hadji.  Queen owns
Bohemian Rhapsody (sp?).  I am making a grand total of $0.00 from this
fic.  

Category: V

Archivers: It is yours.

Warning: Deals with a touchy subject, read with caution.

Addiction
By Pam "Spam" Sawyer

	"Leave me alone!!" Jonny screamed from the corner of the
basement.  He was squatting, his back facing out.  He seemed to be hiding
something in his arms.
	"Jonny, you've got to let us help you.  You have an addiction,"
Jessie called to him, while Hadji looked on.
	"No!  I like it!  I want it!  I _need_ it!  You can't take it
from me, never!!"  He curled up tighter around the hidden object.
	"Jonny, my friend, you must come out.  Think of what your father
would think if he knew," Hadji pleaded with his friend.
	"I don't care what he thinks!  He always expects so much from
me... this is my only escape," Jonny choked out.
	Jessie, getting tired of all this talking, decided she'd had
enough.  "Jonathan Benton Quest!  Get out of that corner now and let us
take to to a recovery facility, or so help me I will come over there and
wring your scrawny little neck!"
	"Jessie, I do not think that will help..."  Hadji never finished
his sentence.
	"So, even my friends have turned against me," Jonny's voice was
icy.  "There's nothing left, nothing at all.  This was enough as long as
I still had you guys, but now you're gone; gone, gone, gone, gone, gone. 
There's only one thing to do now."  Jonny was babbling as he reached into
his pocket, still cradling the hidden object.  He pulled out a small
handgun.  
	"JONNY!" Jessie's eyes opened wide in shock.  "No, I-I didn't
mean it, Jonny, we're still your friends.  We still care about you. 
Please, let us help..."
	But it was obvious he was still high as he put the barrel to his
temple and started singing 'Bohemian Rhapsody'
	"Goodbye everybody, I've got to go.  Gotta leave you all behind
and face the truth..."
	Jessie and Hadji ducked as he waved the gun around the room in a
flourish.
	"Mama, oo-oooo-oo!  I don't wanna die.  I sometimes wish I'd
never.. been born... at..... all......."  he broke down.  The gun dropped
out of his hands as he sank to the floor, his body racked with sobs. 
Immediately Jessie and Hadji ran to him and put their arms around him.
	"Come Jonny," Hadji said softly.  "Let's get you some help."
	Still sobbing Jonny stood up, finally dropping the object he had
been hiding.  The three friends walked out, the two supporting and
strengthening the one.  On the floor, next to the gun, the canister of
Easy Cheese (tm) lay where it had been dropped, never to be used as an
escape again.

END

Stuff I had to add at the end, or it would have spoiled the fic:

More Disclaimer:  Nabisco owns Easy Cheese.

More Categories: H (of course =)  )

	Ha!  Bet you weren't expecting that, huh?  Thought I'd actually
written angst, huh?  *sigh* Probably not, huh.  Yeesh, I'm getting
predictable.  You guys always expect some twist at the end.  I swear, one
of these days I'm going to turn out some heart-wrenching angst, or some
really sappy DBN... and then my head will explode.

Pam "Spam" Sawyer
Toon Encyclopedia In Training
Quote: "I've _seen_ this one!"
~~~
spamelot@juno.com
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