Post by Clone nine on Feb 17, 2007 19:50:34 GMT 1
Title: Bored to eat
Author: Clone nine/clone89/trager
Characters: fab four
Summary: What happens when Wes and Hobbie are left alone on the base.
Notes: approved by the clone triumvirate.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or any of the characters i'm using and I'm getting nothing but fun from this
Wes looked up into the ceiling above his bunk. It was just as grey as it had been all day, and it was not exactly exciting to look at anymore. Not that it had ever really been exciting to look at, but because he had not done anything but stare at the ceiling all day, he was getting really bored now. At the same time, he was starting to feel a bit better, and so had the energy to be bored.
Wes lifted his head as Hobbie entered their shared quarters. The other pilot had taken care of him all day. “Wedge and Tycho just left. So we have the whole place to ourselves,” Hobbie said with a smile.
“Well,” Wes answered, lifting himself up on his elbows, “let’s go find something to eat then.”
“You're hungry?” Hobbie asked, “Shall I go fix you a sandwich or something?”
“No,” Wes said, shaking his head, “I want some real food. Why not cook for the whole squadron? They’ll probably be home for dinner.”
“You're up for that?” Hobbie asked, seemingly unsure.
“Yup, yup.” Wes said with a big grin. Hobbie looked at his friend for a second, then he shrugged. “Okay it’s your call.” Wes smiled and, getting out of bed, headed for the shower.
Wedge walked down the hall towards the mess. He felt refreshed after the last day of relaxation and the good night’s sleep he, for once, had gotten. Then he turned through the door in to the mess, and stopped short as he looked around. There, at the big centre table sat countless of plates and bowls full of food. And on each of their side of the table sat Wes and Hobbie; or rather, the pilots were lying across the table. A big grin appeared on Wedge's face as he noticed that both pilots were lying on each of their big plates full of food.
Then Wedge heard a partially suppressed laugh from behind, and he turned to find Tycho standing there, fighting the urge to laugh out loud.
“Hmm, seems like they had some dinner yesterday,” Tycho said when he finally won back control of himself.
“Yes, looks that way,” Wedge answered, “Maybe we should wake them up. They are supposed to be on duty soon.”
“Yeah, let’s do that,” Tycho said, with an almost evil grin on his face.
Wedge mirrored the grin, and started towards Wes. Tycho followed suit, and headed for Hobbie. At exactly the same time they started to shake the two pilots in order to wake them up.
“Uh, uhh, stop that,” Wes murmured as he slowly started to wake.
At the other side of the table, the half awake Hobbie made some similar sounds as he was also torn from his sleep.
As Wes came a bit closer to the land of the living, he looked up at Wedge and asked, “Where am I?” He sounded quite disoriented. Then he looked across the table to Hobbie, who was now also sitting up. The two shared a look of pure nausea. A second later, Tycho cried out as he took evasive action to avoid being puked all over. Wedge looked over at him in surprise, and just then Wes slowly shook his head, leaned over and puked all over his commander’s pants and boots.
Author: Clone nine/clone89/trager
Characters: fab four
Summary: What happens when Wes and Hobbie are left alone on the base.
Notes: approved by the clone triumvirate.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or any of the characters i'm using and I'm getting nothing but fun from this
Wes looked up into the ceiling above his bunk. It was just as grey as it had been all day, and it was not exactly exciting to look at anymore. Not that it had ever really been exciting to look at, but because he had not done anything but stare at the ceiling all day, he was getting really bored now. At the same time, he was starting to feel a bit better, and so had the energy to be bored.
Wes lifted his head as Hobbie entered their shared quarters. The other pilot had taken care of him all day. “Wedge and Tycho just left. So we have the whole place to ourselves,” Hobbie said with a smile.
“Well,” Wes answered, lifting himself up on his elbows, “let’s go find something to eat then.”
“You're hungry?” Hobbie asked, “Shall I go fix you a sandwich or something?”
“No,” Wes said, shaking his head, “I want some real food. Why not cook for the whole squadron? They’ll probably be home for dinner.”
“You're up for that?” Hobbie asked, seemingly unsure.
“Yup, yup.” Wes said with a big grin. Hobbie looked at his friend for a second, then he shrugged. “Okay it’s your call.” Wes smiled and, getting out of bed, headed for the shower.
Wedge walked down the hall towards the mess. He felt refreshed after the last day of relaxation and the good night’s sleep he, for once, had gotten. Then he turned through the door in to the mess, and stopped short as he looked around. There, at the big centre table sat countless of plates and bowls full of food. And on each of their side of the table sat Wes and Hobbie; or rather, the pilots were lying across the table. A big grin appeared on Wedge's face as he noticed that both pilots were lying on each of their big plates full of food.
Then Wedge heard a partially suppressed laugh from behind, and he turned to find Tycho standing there, fighting the urge to laugh out loud.
“Hmm, seems like they had some dinner yesterday,” Tycho said when he finally won back control of himself.
“Yes, looks that way,” Wedge answered, “Maybe we should wake them up. They are supposed to be on duty soon.”
“Yeah, let’s do that,” Tycho said, with an almost evil grin on his face.
Wedge mirrored the grin, and started towards Wes. Tycho followed suit, and headed for Hobbie. At exactly the same time they started to shake the two pilots in order to wake them up.
“Uh, uhh, stop that,” Wes murmured as he slowly started to wake.
At the other side of the table, the half awake Hobbie made some similar sounds as he was also torn from his sleep.
As Wes came a bit closer to the land of the living, he looked up at Wedge and asked, “Where am I?” He sounded quite disoriented. Then he looked across the table to Hobbie, who was now also sitting up. The two shared a look of pure nausea. A second later, Tycho cried out as he took evasive action to avoid being puked all over. Wedge looked over at him in surprise, and just then Wes slowly shook his head, leaned over and puked all over his commander’s pants and boots.