Return-Path: jqbackup-owner@stargame.org X-Authentication-Warning: vortex.nrgtech.net: bin set sender to owner-jqbackup@stargame.org using -f To: jqbackup@stargame.dyn.ml.org Date: Fri, 27 Feb 1998 03:19:59 -0500 Subject: repost: Fic: Dream Weaver, 1/1 X-Juno-Line-Breaks: 0,5-6,8-15,17-21,24,28,35,41,43-48,50-55,58,61-63,66-76 From: spamelot@juno.com (Pamela Sawyer) Sender: owner-jqbackup@stargame.org I really would have gottent his out sooner, but I kind of fell asleep on the couch the day I was supposed to, and didn't wake up until 3 in the morning, at which point i went to bed. =) Anyway, here it is! and please, PLEASE reply to Dream Weaver 2: Pup Fiction. I've gotten a grand total of 0 comments so far. (if you need a copy, just ask). Disclaimer: Don't own Hadji, or any of the others. I do, however own the story, and a pack of Mentos (tm). Archivers: It's yours Categories: H, V Summary: Hadji has some interesting visions in the realm of night. Warning: Yaoi, and the oh-so-faintest taste of citrus (i.e. just a hint of lemon, but nothing explicit) Dream Weaver By Pam "Spam" Sawyer Hadji stepped into the dappled sunshine of the forest path. He always came to these woods when he needed to just get away from it all. Today was different, though. Today he was simply exploring. As Hadji walked in the early afternoon sun, he noticed the faint sound of hammering through the trees. Realizing he was still on the Quests' private property, he followed the sound; partly because he suspected foul play, but mostly because he was intensely curious. In time he glimpsed a thin plume of smoke through the thinning woods, and he soon came upon the little cottage in a clearing from whence the sound came. The door was open, so Hadji poked his head in. There was Race, hammering a piece of metal over an anvil in front of a small blacksmith's forge. He was dressed only in tight brown leather pants, the sweat glistening on his near-perfect body. He looked up, and spotted Hadji in the doorway. "Well, it looks like you've stumbled onto my little hideaway, Hadji. I can't say I'm entirely disappointed, though," he said, putting down his hammer and wiping the sweat from his brow. "In fact, I'd been hoping you'd find this place for some time. Why don't you come over here and help me relax?" Race sat down on the bed in the corner and made motions for Hadji to sit. "You know," Race continued, "these pants get so uncomfortable in the heat..." Hadji screamed. *** *** *** "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Hadji sat up in bed, panting in fear and covered in a cold sweat. "Hadji? What's wrong?" came a sleepy voice from beside him. "I just had the... most.... terrible........ dream?" He looked fearfully to his side, dreading what he might see there. A very sleepy looking Benton Quest blinked owlishly up at him. "What was it about?" he asked. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" *** *** *** "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" "Hadji! What's the matter?!" a worried, but uncomfortably familiar voice said. Hadji looked over with apprehension to see Jonny in bed beside him. "Nothing, Jonny," Hadji said with a sigh of relief. "It was just a bad dream, but I'm feeling better now," he laid his head on Jonny's shoulder, "much, much better." Hadji smiled as he drifted off to sleep... *** *** *** ... and woke up. He looked around his room to find that he was quite alone. That's when he realized it had _all_ been a dream, even the part about Jonny. "NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" END Pam "Spam" Sawyer Toon Encyclopedia In Training Quote: "I've _seen_ this one!" ~~~ spamelot@juno.com _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866]
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