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| - It is 2384. Leonard McCoy has come to Vulcan to seek out the advice of Vulcan healers -- and to see one of his oldest friends.
- Romana rolled her eyes as the Doctor continued babbling on about Clan history. She let out a loud sigh, and he stopped,staring at her with his ice-blue eyes. "What?" She ignored him, turning her back on him and flicking her tail in his face. He sputtered, jerking his head from side to side. "What's with you constantly staring at me?" Romana smiled to herself, careful not to show it to the spotted tom. "Why you starin' at me?" she said mockingly. The Doctor scowled, and she turned back to him. "Will you please be quiet?" he snarled. "Will you be quiet?" Romana echoed, trying to make her voice sound like his.
- As I lay here and write these words, the end is coming. I can feel it. The crimson river is starting to seep more slowly now, either I’m running out, or it’s clotting. I don’t want to shoot myself again, once should have been more than enough. Tiff has already gone into that good night. She looks more peaceful now than she did a few moments ago, when I first confronted her with the idea of a murder-suicide pact. She didn’t take it too seriously. But, when she saw my gun, she panicked. She knew I meant business, and not only business, I meant that we should do it right then. …
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| - It is 2384. Leonard McCoy has come to Vulcan to seek out the advice of Vulcan healers -- and to see one of his oldest friends.
- Romana rolled her eyes as the Doctor continued babbling on about Clan history. She let out a loud sigh, and he stopped,staring at her with his ice-blue eyes. "What?" She ignored him, turning her back on him and flicking her tail in his face. He sputtered, jerking his head from side to side. "What's with you constantly staring at me?" Romana smiled to herself, careful not to show it to the spotted tom. "Why you starin' at me?" she said mockingly. The Doctor scowled, and she turned back to him. "Will you please be quiet?" he snarled. "Will you be quiet?" Romana echoed, trying to make her voice sound like his. The Doctor let out a loud growl, having been infuriated. The Doctor let out a loud growl, having been infuriated. But he tried to keep calm, and strode over to the console. "Anyway, I might take you to TimeClan, since you never seemed to have been wanting to go nowhere else." He looked over the console. Romana was standing near the door, staring at the wall. The Doctor twitched his whiskers absentmindedly, the rubbed his nose with a forepaw. Then he peered over the console again; Romana was still staring at the wall. "You alright?" The ginger-and-brown she-cat didn't answer, so he repeated his question. She turned around to face him, and gave a nauseated shake of her head. "I'm fine, Doctor. Something I ate." The Doctor pulled a lever. "I'll have Moongem check you out, alright?" Romana nodded, turning back towards the door. "Let me know when we get there." She murmured. She was jerked from her daze when the doors opened. "Stop scaring me like that." She felt like she was about to jump out of her fur. She heard the Doctor meow, "I didn't mean to." Romana shrugged. He was ought to be a crazy furball these days. she smiled at that thought, but was interrupted when he put a paw on her shoulder. "Hey. I told you we were in TimeClan." Romana shook her head briskly, then the Doctor nudged her to her paws, and let her paws carry her to camp. The Doctor lay down in his nest, twitching his ear in impatience. He wrinkled his nose, gazed up at the den ceiling, and drew pictures in the earth with his claws. Hours seemed to pass before Romana padded into his den alongside the medicine cat, Moongem. Romana lay down beside him and looked at the medicine cat anxiously. Moongem just shrugged.
- As I lay here and write these words, the end is coming. I can feel it. The crimson river is starting to seep more slowly now, either I’m running out, or it’s clotting. I don’t want to shoot myself again, once should have been more than enough. Tiff has already gone into that good night. She looks more peaceful now than she did a few moments ago, when I first confronted her with the idea of a murder-suicide pact. She didn’t take it too seriously. But, when she saw my gun, she panicked. She knew I meant business, and not only business, I meant that we should do it right then. I knew she’d never be able to kill me, so I let her go first. It took three shots before she went down. Then I turned the gun on myself. I didn’t want to shoot myself in the head, I knew from reading several medical textbooks that a suicidal head shot can have devastating consequences on the structure of the head. The whole area could be taken clean off. And people with no head can’t have an open casket funeral; it could frighten people. Even now, I think courteously of those left behind. I know mom would want to see me one last time, heck, my weird cousin Fred might try to take a picture. I’ve known Tiff for only six months, but what a magical six months it’s been! Granted, we’ve only been dating for the past few days. I know it was love that we shared, and will continue to share in the afterlife. One of the good things about living in the middle of nowhere is that the nearest neighbor is at least a mile away. It’ll be a few days before anyone notices we’re gone and starts to investigate. I’d like to see the look on their faces, haha, they’ll look at us with a mixture of pity and disgust as they see our bloated, rotting corpses sprawled on the ground and… Gompers. Yes, I almost forgot about my dog, he’ll be here with nothing to eat; he may try to eat us once I die. I know how to fix that. … Okay, Gompers is dead. I called him over as if I had something for him to eat, oh he ate it all right. Right in the head. I almost feel sorry bringing an innocent into this, but no matter, he’ll be our faithful canine companion in the afterlife. Maybe I should kill a few more people, I’m sure our friends would like to join us. Oh, my wound has stopped bleeding, guess it’s time to shoot myself again. This time, I’ll hold the gun right to my heart, I’ll surely die then. “May our love continue till the end of time.” (This story is by a person called Brad Hall)
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