Return to Chocolate Index
periapt presents: Two SPATIALs
“Dad! Dad, it’s John. Wake up!”
Jack Crichton sat up and stared at the shimmering blue funnel hovering over his dresser. It was about a foot across and a voice was emanating from it… his son’s voice!
“John?” the senior Crichton asked in amazement, “What…”
“Dad, there’s no time to explain. I need you to send me this stuff pronto!” a list flew out of the vortex. “Just toss it into the funnel. Trust me, dad, it’s vital!”
Jack looked at the list, puzzled. “Of course Son, if you say so. It’ll take about half and hour…”
“I’ll tell you all about it later, Dad. Just hurry, there’s not much time!”
(LATER)
“It worked?” asked Aeryn.
“You bet!” said John, smiling. He patted the device they had taken from Scorpius’ lab just before they destroyed his Command Carrier. “Where are the others?” he asked.
“They’re still down on the commerce planet,” replied Aeryn. They won’t be back for at least four more arns. Sooo…”
“So it’s just you and me,” said John, grinning, “all alone with a six-pack of beer, some popcorn, and a jar of chocolate body paint.”
“Mmmmm!” said Aeryn, reaching for his belt buckle.
“It just doesn’t get any better than this!” sighed John.
THE END
“Dad! Dad, it’s John. Wake up!”
Jack Crichton sat up and stared at the shimmering blue funnel hovering over his dresser. It was about a foot across and a voice was emanating from it… his son’s voice!
“John?” the senior Crichton asked in amazement, “What…”
“Dad, there’s no time to explain. I need you to send me this stuff pronto!” a list flew out of the vortex. “Just toss it into the funnel. Trust me, dad, it’s vital!”
Jack looked at the list, puzzled. “Of course Son, if you say so. It’ll take about half and hour…”
“I’ll tell you all about it later, Dad. Just hurry, there’s not much time!”
(LATER)
“It worked?” asked Aeryn.
“You bet!” said John, smiling. He patted the device they had taken from Scorpius’ lab just before they destroyed his Command Carrier. “Where are the others?” he asked.
“They’re still down on the commerce planet,” replied Aeryn. They won’t be back for at least four more arns. Sooo…”
“So it’s just you and me,” said John, grinning, “all alone with a bottle of champagne, two dozen strawberries, and a jar of chocolate body paint.”
“Mmmmm!” said Aeryn, pressing herself against him as the cork popped.
“It just doesn’t get any better than this!” sighed John.
THE END