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Father of the Year; Kirk is going to get even with Lars. Het.
Topic Started: July 3, 2007, 9:40 pm (14,634 Views)
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awww poor cliff, you can't leave cliff! it was probably a good idea that he did leave while cecily was sleeping, she probably have been worse than little kirk. aww kirk is such a cutie. god love him!

lars, lars lars lars. you little rat, you didn't change cecily's IV fluids once, stop taking the credit! :lol:

great. can't wait for more!
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UGGGGG. My fucking internet went out right when I was first about to post this. I have it all in word, but I had made some major edits.
ARGGGGGG I want to spit nails.


this update is a little long, and kind of boring.


Chapter 41- Fun with James


“My goodness Emily, you’re working very diligently on the coat. At the rate that you’re going, you’ll be a fantastic seamstress in no time,” Miss Lancz exclaimed as she wandered into the backroom of her shop.

Emily looked up from the coat that she was working on. She was almost finished. All she had to do was finish shortening the sleeves.

“We just got the coat in a couple days ago,” said Miss Lancz. “I can’t believe that we sold it that soon. Who bought it?”

“I did,” replied Emily.

“Emily, it’s a child’s coat,” Miss Lancz retorted. “All the altering in the world isn’t going to get it to fit you, I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t buy it for myself. I bought it for Cecily,” Emily explained. “You know, the little girl that I told you about.”

“The one who got the free dress alteration?” Miss Lancz asked, a little bit of annoyance in her voice over the free service. Emily nodded.

“Humph,” snorted Miss Lancz. “What is she? Your secret long lost daughter? She gets free dress alterations, now you bought her a coat, and a very fine and fashionable coat as well.”

“All she has is some dippy, tacky, parka that Lars bought her,” Emily sighed. “Since she has a nice party dress, she needed a nice dress coat to go with it. She almost died last night. She had the fever.”

“Oh,” said Miss Lancz. “She had the fever? Is she going to be alright?”

“I hope so,” Emily replied. “I had to help give her IV’s the entire night. The poor thing must have been stuck with needles at least twenty some times. So, I’ve decided that she deserves a new coat, I just have to make it smaller so that it fits her.”

Miss Lancz looked thoughtful as she watched her young apprentice. The coat was beautiful. It was meant to reach just below the knees, and was made from light pink wool. It had four pink buttons that buttoned in the shape of a square on the front of it. It was a very smart and snazzy coat, if Miss Lancz did say so herself.

“You know there is a soft pink scarf, and a little pink tam that goes with it,” Miss Lancz said. She sighed as she got up to fetch the scarf and tam. “I guess I could make a charitable contribution.”

Emily looked up from her sewing. Miss Lancz set the scarf and tam by Emily’s side. “Give these to Cecilia,” she said.

“You mean Cecily,” Emily replied. “Oh Miss Lancz! Thank you! Thank you so much. Cecily is going to love them. She’s hardly ever had anything nice! Her mother is awful. She doesn’t love her at all.” Emily jumped up to give Miss Lancz a hug.

“Now, now,” Miss Lancz sighed as she pushed the young girl off of her. “You owe me five hours of overtime for this Cecily nonsense. And I’m sure that Cecily’s mother loves her just fine.”

“She doesn’t, trust me,” said Emily. “Her mother is absolutely worthless. Cliff and me are the only family that little girl has.”

Miss Lancz helped Emily wrap the coat, scarf, and tam up in a box wrapped with burgundy wrapping paper, and tied with a big ivory bow. She also gave Emily a sack of fabric scraps for Kirk.

“He can use them for quilting or for making pillows,” she explained.

***
As Emily made her over to the Hotel Iroquois, she couldn’t help but feel excited. Cecily was going to be so surprised when she opened up the box. Emily was positive that Cecily had never had such a fine coat before.

I guess that I should be a little bit nicer to Cliff, she thought as she waited to cross the street. His prank on Lars was rather immature and inconsiderate of him, but he does really care about Cecily. He’s not all that bad. He was really nice to me last night. He kept complimenting my pajamas, well he was drunk. But he did finally ask me to lunch at the very end of the night, and I think he had sobered up a bit by then. Maybe I should give him a chance?

Emily was feeling very cheerful as she arrived at the hotel and got on the elevator. That was until the elevator stopped at the third floor and James Hetfield got on. Emily tried to hide her face behind the package she was holding. Hopefully, he wouldn’t recognize her. She could feel him studying her. She knew that his eyes were right on her ass.

“You’re that red-headed Emily chit aren’t you?” he stated.

“Yes, and you’re that James drunk asshole, aren’t you?” Emily snapped.

“I’m so sorry about that,” said James. “The way that I acted last night was inexcusable, and utterly revolting.”

“You’ve got that right,” Emily returned.

“So, who’s the present for?” James asked as he eyed the beautifully wrapped box. “Lars, or Cliff?”

“Whatever are you talking about?” asked Emily.

“I know that you’re seeing them both,” said James. “That’s totally cool with me. You’re secret is safe. We once had this one chick named Tammy. Man, she was hotter than Texas heat. She was built like a brick shithouse. Anyway, she was doing all of us at the same time, and we didn’t even know it. I was like her Tuesday squeeze.”

“Uh okay,” Emily replied confusedly. Was he still drunk?

“So who’s better in the sack?” James asked.

“What!” Emily shrieked.

“Oh come on,” pressed James. “You can tell me. I’ve heard that Lars can get a little rough, but he is a man of passion.”

Emily was saved by the elevator door opening.

“You Mr. Hetfield,” she said sternly as she stepped off the elevator. “Are a sick and disgusting boil on the face of this earth!”

“I’ve been called many things, but never that,” James laughed. “Maybe the present is for me?”

To Emily’s horror and disgust, James got off the elevator with her.

“For your information it’s for neither one of you,” retorted Emily. “It’s for Cecily. This bag of fabric is for Kirk though.”

“Fabric?” snorted James. “God, Ham Man can be such a pansy sometimes. Hey, what are you doing here anyways?”

“Delivering Cecily her present,” Emily answered. “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to find out where in the hell my band is,” replied James. “We’ve got a fucking record to make, and I can’t find Kirk and Cliff anywhere. Those two are champions at pissing away our studio time.”

“Did you know that Lars fired Cliff?” Emily asked eager for James’s reaction. James broke out into laughter.

“Not without asking me first he didn’t,” replied James. “We need Burton. He helps write some of our best riffs, plus he makes really good dry gin martinis. There’s nothing to worry about. Lars has fired Cliff and Kirk so many times that if I had a penny for every time that he said he was going to fire one of them, I’d be off in Bermuda right now with an umbrella drink in one hand, and a whore in the other.”

Emily had to smile at silly old James as they approached the door to Kirk and Cliff’s room. She was glad that Cliff hadn’t been officially fired. Cecily needed and adored him, and Emily couldn’t help but want to get to know him a little better.

James knocked on the door.

“Hamster!” he demanded. “Open the fucking door! You two turds are two hours late for our recording session!”

There was no answer, but they could hear stirring from behind the door.

“Those two fucks are in there!” James growled. “Hammett! Burton! You open up this fucking door right now, or else I’m going to rip it off of its hinge, and stuff it up your asses!”

The door slowly opened.

“Please don’t stuff it up my ass Mr. James,” said a sweet little voice. “That sounds like it would hurt.”

James turned beet red. Cecily was standing in the doorway, dressed in her pink nightgown. She was clutching the silly doll that Lars had bought her, and she looked absolutely petrified at James.

“James you frightened the poor girl!” Emily scolded him. Cecily ran to Emily, and buried her face in her side. She knew that James wasn't too find of her. He felt that she got in the way.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he sneered at Cecily. “Burton’s really robbing the cradle now. I know that he likes em’ young, but my God! The man’s a pervert!”

“I wasn’t feeling well, so Mr. Kirk brought me here,” Cecily shakily replied.

“Are you feeling better today Sweetheart?” Emily asked as she gently ruffled Cecily’s hair, and rolled her eyes at James.

“Oh yes,” Cecily nodded happily. “Much better thank you.” She smiled up at Emily.

“This is for you,” said Emily as she handed Cecily the package. Cecily’s eyes grew wide.

“For me?” she gasped. “Oh my!”

“I hate to wreck this really nice feel-goody moment,” cut in James. “But do you know where the fuck Kirk and Cliff are?”

“I haven’t seen Mr. Cliff anywhere,” responded Cecily. “I’ve been missing him so very much though. Mr. Kirk is in the bathroom. He won’t come out, and he won’t talk to me either. He’s in there crying.”

As Emily took Cecily over to the bed to open her present, James banged on the bathroom door, causing the mirror that was on the backside of it to rattle.

“Hamster!” he bellowed, again bothering the neighboring guests. “Open up the fucking door and come out of that bathroom this instant! What the fuck is the matter with you? You have a wet dream last night or something?”

“James!” Emily gasped. “Must you be so crude?”

“What’s a wet dream?” asked Cecily.

“Ask Mr. Cliff,” James retorted, and turned back to the locked bathroom door. A pathetic moan from Kirk could be heard from behind it. He was obviously crying.

“He won’t come out!” James wailed. “I don’t know why Hammett has to be so fucking difficult.”

Emily sighed. “You help Cecily open her present,” she commanded to James. “I’ll get Kirk to open the bathroom door.”

Carrying the sack of fabric, Emily made her way over to the bathroom door.

“Kirk,” she said in a much gentler tone than James had used. “It’s Emily from the milliner’s shop. Please open the door Kirk. I have a sack of fabric scarps from Miss Lancz. She said that you could have them, but you must open the door.”

“What find of fabric?” Kirk sniffled through tears. Emily shifted through the bag

“There’s a couple of plaids, and some blue calico, some green crushed velvet, some raspberry colored taffeta-” she began to report but Kirk cut her off.

“Raspberry taffeta?” he repeated. She heard the lock on the bathroom door unclick, but he did not open it.

“Kirk,” Emily called. “Can I come in?”

“I guess,” Kirk answered, still crying.

Emily let herself in the bathroom. She half expected to see Kirk lying naked in a pool of his own blood. Instead, he was huddled up in the bathtub, with the shower curtain closed.
Emily sighed, and plopped down on the toilet seat. Gingerly, she pulled back the shower curtain.

Kirk Hammett was curled up in a little ball, towards the back of the bathtub. His black ringlets were shading his face.

“Kirk, why are you crying?" she asked. She handed the weeping guitarist a cool washcloth to dab his puffy eyes with.

“Lars sent Cliff away,” Kirk mumbled through tears.

“James told me that Cliff isn’t really fired,” Emily reported.

James came to the bathroom door.

“What the fuck is going on?” he demanded.

Kirk looked at James and Emily with big red eyes. His face was streaked with tears. His mop of black curls was totally mashed down like an old tin can upon his head.

“Lars is for real this time,” he said. “He told hotel security that Cliff had to be out of here by one o’clock this afternoon. He’s already taken him off of Metallica’s bank account, and he told Flemming that he will no longer be working with us.”

“He what?” James exclaimed.

“Cliff’s aunt put him on a flight home,” Kirk wailed. “He’s already gone!”

“What the fuck?” gasped James. “I never okayed this. This is some serious bullshit! Burton is not out of this band!”

Emily was jut as shocked as James was. Cliff had already left? The asshole hadn’t even said goodbye to her! For some reason, she felt hurt.

“He had to take the bus to the airport,” Kirk went on. “He left like an hour ago.”

“Who left?” Cecily asked, as she too came into the bathroom. She had her brand new coat on over her nightgown, along with her new stylish tam. Even James had to admit that she looked adorable.

“It’s none of your business,” James snapped at her.

“It is too her business,” said Kirk. “Cliff was like a father to her. She deserves to know. Cecily Sweetie,” he said as he went over to the little girl and took her into his arms. “Mr. Lars told Mr. Cliff that he had to leave, so Mr. Cliff went back to the United States this morning.”

Cecily looked as if she had been punched in the stomach.

“He went back to the United States?” she repeated. “But he was supposed to take me with him!” Tears were starting to brim in her eyes. “He said that he’d take me! Why did he leave without me? Doesn’t he love me anymore? How could he just walk out on me? He abandonded me!”

“Cecily!” Kirk said. “He loves you very much, but you belong to your Mom. He couldn’t take you with him. He was very sad.”

“He didn’t even say goodbye to me!” Cecily yelled through hot tears.

“Or to me either,” put in Emily.

Cecily ran to the closet, and slammed shut the door.

“Oh no not again,” James muttered.

Cecily was absolutely howling. The excitement caused her to fall into a horrid, wretched, coughing spasm.

“She’s going to make herself sick again,” Emily said. “She can’t take this much excitement again.”

“He’s gone,” sighed Kirk. “His aunt put him on the noon plane, a nonstop to San Francisco.”

“It’s only ten-thirty,” James pointed out. “Maybe there’s something that we can do to stop him.”

Emily looked thoughtful as she stared at the closet door.

“Cliff was the only one that could keep Cecily calm during her IVs,” she said. “And I think that Cecily is the only one that can keep Cliff from boarding that plane…”
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ok, we need a plan! operation-make-sure-cliff-doesn't-get-on-that-plane.
cliff can't leave, cecily needs him!!

i hope they can somehow find a way to get to cliff before he gets on that plane and flies back the SF.

oh the suspense!!

this update wasnt boring at all :) and im sorry to hear that your net cut out. i hate that so so much!
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Man you know I typed out a whole reply - then the window crashed and I lost it all...grrrr...

Anyhoo - let's try again!

“Please don’t stuff it up my ass Mr. James,” said a sweet little voice. “That sounds like it would hurt.”

That line there, that made me laugh so much! I was imagining James going red in the face, almost jumping up and down, shouting and screaming and so on then when Cecily opened the door, hell that was so funny!

And little Kirk - bless him - I'm glad he's got the swatches to cheer him up!

Cliff can't go. He saved Cecily - Cecily needs to save him. I only hope that she can do it (with Emily and Kirk's help I would think, James and Lars aren't much good to anyone!).

I wouldn't like to be Lars when James catches up with him after firing the bassist... uh uh....

This is so great - the characters seem so alive the way that you write them, it just sucks you into the story and makes you care what happens :) Awesome, awesome stuff!
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Poor Cecily, I'm glad James is trying to have ideas about how to stop Cliff before he can get back. You know, Claudia really needs to get a new handle on life. James is kinda a jerk still. I feel so bad for Emily, but Cliff just didn't want the flight back to be even worse than it already was. Poor little Cecily though, she just wants to have somebody care about her. I really hope she can go with Mr. Cliff back to the United States and take care of her.
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I'm thrilled you all are enjoying this and did not find the last update boring. Sometimes stuff with the non Metallica characters can get tiresome. I'm also glad you think the characters seem alive, which is amazing since I tend to exaggerate them. :) I mean no one is really as mean as Claudia, or even Lars. So I'm glad y'all don't mind.




Chapter 42- James Insists on Something Slinky


It would certainly be a long, lonely, bus ride to the Copenhagen airport for Cliff. The dreary, gray, winter landscape fit his foul mood perfectly. The only upside was that by the end of a very long jetlagged day he’d be home, or at least at Aunt Josephine’s vineyard.

As he took his seat he tried to think happy thoughts about Aunt Josephine’s vineyard. He was allowed to smoke pot before noon, and he and his aunt would watch Miami Vice together all day long while getting outrageously stoned. She had a fabulous guest suite for him to stay in, and a swimming pool, and house servants, and even horses. He would have loved to have taken Cecily back with him to meet Aunt Josephine and her horses. Together, they could have ridden through the trails out behind the vineyard every morning. One of the horses was a fine, smaller, mare named Jasmine, and Cliff knew that she would have been the perfect horse for Cecily.

A stodgy, old, prude lady had the seat right next to Cliff on the bus. She took one at him and frowned as she went to take her seat. “I thought I paid for a private cabin,” she scoffed, as if Cliff had done something wrong by purchasing the seat right next to hers. She looked right at the skull shirt that was peering out from under his jacket, and frowned. “He can’t even dress appropriately,” she quipped.

This bus ride is going to be fucking hell, Cliff thought as he wistfully gazed out the window. At least for the plane ride I’ll be in first class. I’m sure Aunt Josephine wouldn’t mind if I bought a drink or two, or three, or even four while in flight.

Cliff sighed, and dug around in his duffel bag trying to find his book to read. He pulled out the book and opened it, only to have a couple of pictures fall out from in between the pages. One picture was the picture that Cecily had drawn of the Misfit children and their dog. The other was the lousy snapshot that had been taken of him and Cecily at the Father of the Year Gala. He was frowning, and Cecily looked as if she were on the verge of tears. It occurred to Cliff that they had never gotten a decent picture of themselves together. Both pictures made him feel as if he had swallowed a brick. A lump formed in Cliff’s throat. Here he wasn’t even to the airport yet, and he was already terribly missing Cecily. She was worse than ex lover, but then again most of his ex lovers he had happily dumped himself.

“Is that your daughter?” the old lady snarled. She was frowning at the photograph.

“Yeah actually,” Cliff mumbled. What did it matter if it wasn’t exactly true? He was the closest thing that she’d ever had to a father anyway.

“She looks absolutely miserable,” the lady scoffed.

“It’s a bad picture,” Cliff replied, stuffing the photograph away in his book.

“She’s got a pleasing face though,” the lady commented. “She must have gotten that from her mother.”

Cliff thought of Claudia and shuddered.

“Her mom’s a whore,” he muttered.

“What was that?” the lady demanded.

“Nothing,” responded Cliff, turning his attention out the window. I wonder if Emily misses me, he thought. I never got to see her one last time. I don’t think she was really digging my vibe anyway.

“Your little daughter is a real good reason for you to try and turn your life around,” the lady preached.

Cliff stared at the old lady.

“You don’t even fucking know me!” he cried. “There’s nothing wrong with my life! You don’t know a god-damn thing about me!”

“I know all that I need to know,” the old lady snapped. “I don’t like you longhaired foul mouthed trashy rock people! You come into our village and act like you own the place. Reeking havoc and whatnot! You don’t care about anyone or anything. Just beer, and sex, and God knows what all! I feel sorry for your daughter.”

Cliff leaned his head against the cool glass pane of the bus window, and drowned out the old cuss’s ramblings. He wondered just what Cecily was doing right now. Did she know yet? Was she hurt that he had left? And most of all, did she miss him?

***

“So what should we do?” James asked as he raided Kirk’s mini bar and pulled out a Heineken.

“Lars gets angry if me or Cliff even touches the mini bar,” Kirk said.

“Fuck off Hamster!” shouted James. “For your information dick-face, I’m not you or Cliff. I say that we can use the mini bar.”

Kirk immediately leapt off from his perch on the bed, went over to the mini bar, and retrieved the jar of bourbon honey roasted peanuts that he had been eyeing for the past two months.

“We need to get to the airport before Cliff does,” said Emily. Cecily had come out of the closet because she had had a terrible coughing spasm from all the crying and upset. She was now nestled in Emily’s lap, but she was still crying and sniffling.

“Is that even possible?” James asked.

“The bus is slow,” Emily pointed out. “It makes many stops along the way. It’s at least a two hour bus ride.”

“But none of us has a car,” said Kirk. “Our cars are back at home in California. Lars’s Dad has a chauffer that drives him around, but since Lars doesn’t want Cliff in the band, I doubt that he’d help us.”

“I have my car,” Emily offered. “I’ll drive. I know how to get to the airport from here. It’s not too far.”

“Well fuckey-harr-harr-harr!” grunted James. “What the fuck are we waiting for? We’ll get to the airport, have a few drinks, pick up some puss, and set the brat on Cliff and convince him to get his ass back here.”

“He never finished telling me his Misfits story!” Cecily randomly cried.

“I’ll finish it for him,” snarled James as he polished off his beer, and reached for another one. “Uncle Murdock went crazy one night because he found out that Miss Sylvia was a lesbian.”

“A what?” Cecily asked.

“A lesbian,” James repeated. “So then he went off his rocker and he shot the two Misfit boys in their sleep, and grilled Sir Diefenbaker for dinner. The two girls he kept around as sex slaves until he grew tired of their puss, and then he slit their throats, and feasted on their carcasses.”

A new and fresh supply of tears hit Cecily, also sending her into more coughs.

James began laughing hysterically.

“Nice going you ass,” Emily snarled at James. “Grow up! I’m not going to be able to carry this plan out with three children.”

“Hey, why am I considered a child?” Kirk asked, as he dropped peanuts onto the floor. Emily just sighed. She looked at Cecily.

“You’re going to get all dressed up,” she said. “We’ll put you in your purple party dress.”

“But I don’t feel like going to a party,” argued Cecily. “Not without Mr. Cliff.”

“Trust me brat,” said James. “This is going to be one hell of a party, and Mr. Cliff will be there.”

“Really?” asked Cecily.

“That’s the point of it,” James replied.

“Cliff will really like to see you in your purple dress again,” said Emily. “And you can wear your new pink dress coat and hat.”

Cecily didn’t have to be told twice. She was very excited to get to wear her new pretty clothes. Emily helped Cecily into the fabulous purple dress once again. She fixed Cecily’s hair in long, loose, waves because she thought it would look better with her new tam that way. The idea was to make Cecily look as cute as possible, so that there would be no way that Cliff could board the plane and leave her behind.

Finally, Emily helped Cecily into her little pink coat, and placed the tam on her head, just off to the side a teeny bit.

“She looks adorable!” Kirk commented. “I just want to pick her up and hug her. She’s just like a little Gotz doll. What do you think James?”

“She looks nice I guess,” James mumbled. “Five-year-olds aren’t really my thing.”

“Shut up James,” snarled Emily. “We better go.”

“But wait,” said James. “Aren’t you going to get dressed as well?”

“I am dressed,” replied Emily.

“The kid ain’t going to be enough to keep Cliff from leaving,” James said matter-of-factly. “He’ll need some puss too. You’re the puss. Don’t you have a black, slinky, number at home that you can put on?”

“Miss Emily would certainly look very pretty in a black dress with a swishy skirt,” piped up Cecily.

“And I could help you accessorize it,” said Kirk. “A simple strand of pearls perhaps?”

“I don’t think that Cliff cares one way or another about me,” Emily said. “It won’t even make a difference if I even go or not. The only reason that I’m going is because I don’t trust either of you two loons to drive my car. And I don’t have anything black and slinky. I have white and slinky, blue and slinky, gold and slinky, but not black.”

“It don’t matter what fucking color it is just as long as you’re showing some leg and cleavage,” James retorted.

“I don’t think Cliff will really care about what I’m wearing,” Emily defended hotly. “After all, he liked my pink flannel pajamas.”

“Yeah, well when it comes to fashion, don’t go by anything that Cliff says,” snorted James.

“Since when did you become a fashion aficionado James Hetfield?” Emily demanded.

“Hey, do you want to bring Cecily’s godfather back or not?” James shot. “I know Cliff well, and I know damn well that if you show up at that airport in some little jazzy number with your titties hanging out, he ain’t going to get on that plane!”

“You make it sound so cryptic James,” sighed Emily. “Cliff doesn’t even like me.”

“Actually, he did say that he thought that you were pretty once,” said Kirk, blushing a little. “It was when we were getting ready for the Father of the Year Gala. I don’t think you’ve changed all that much in two days. He was pissed at Lars for even taking you.”

“Really?” Emily asked, looking amused. “He thinks I’m pretty?”

“Yeah, I can’t believe it either,” said James as he added another empty beer bottle to the menagerie of bottles that Kirk and Cliff had had sitting on the hotel room windowsill.

“Please say that you’ll do it Miss Emily!” cried Cecily. “You have to! We have to get Mr. Cliff back here!” She started coughing again.

“There, there,” Emily said as she patted Cecily’s back. “Fine. I’ll have Kirk help me pick out some whorish dress to wear to the airport.”

“That’s the spirit!” James cheered, and he raised his bottle of beer.

“I still think that this is absolutely ridiculous though,” scoffed Emily as she led the parade out of the hotel room. “Running around the airport in an evening dress before noon!”

“It’s hot,” James replied, happily opening the bottle of beer that he had taken with him.
“You got any dresses that are kind of see through?”

Just then, Emily’s heart sank, Cecily immediately dove behind her for protection.

“Oh no!” exclaimed Kirk.

“Fuck,’ spat James.

They had run smack right into the one man who could put a crimp in their plans. They had run right into Lars Ulrich….
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SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!! (Ala Devil Wears Prada- Anne Hathaway) Lars'll fuck EVERYTHING up. Waaahhh!! Poor Cliff, I'm glad he told that old prude lady off. You haaaave to write mooore!!! Pwease? I'm back home! Bwahha I have my laptop back <3
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all they need to do is all jump lars and tie him up and put him into the hotel room and then leave him there. then everyone will be much happier that mean ol' lars isn't around. :lol:

hopefully they can get to the airport in time. and i hope cliff can't resist little cecily in her pretty dress and emily in a nice skimpy dress. :)

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Oh NO! Not Lars - in fact, pretty much anyone but Lars. Even Claudia would have been easier to deal with! Although... if James can be suitably pissed off with him, then just maybe they'll be able to scrape through, get the whore dress and get to the airport in time.

And really - I think that Cliff would have to be blind and stupid not to notice Emily in her slinky dress (whatever colour it may turn out to be) when she gets it on. I'm sure he's not going to be complaining and will most definately enjoy it. Especially after sitting next to the cranky ol' lady on the bus!

I really hope that Cecily and Emily can pull it off - they can't lose Cliff now!

Excellent update! I can't wait to see what's going to happen!
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I was up really late. So here's the product of that. :dance
my poor puppy is at the vet today, and I'm all alone. :(
She's have dental surgery and I don't like not having her around. I'm so used to have her always around me.

This chapter is a little violent.



Chapter 43- Fun with Lars

“Just where the fock are you guys off too?” demanded Lars. “Are you going to a party while I stay behind, slaving away in the studio working on Kirk’s guitar solo edits?”

“Fuck off Lars,” snarled James. “We aren’t going to any place that you’d want to go to.”

Lars planted himself right in front of James. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he retorted.

James really wanted to confront Lars about making agonizing band changing decisions without him, but there was no time for a showdown right now, especially if they wanted to get to Cliff before he boarded the plane.

“We’re going to church,” James lied. “I feel the need to be closer to God.”

Lars frowned. He glared at Emily.

“I suppose this is some of your doing?” he snapped at her. “Well, I guess since you three have turned into holy rollers, I’ll have to celebrate alone.”

“Celebrate what?” asked Kirk.

Lars pulled a slip of official looking paper out of his pocket. A shit eating grin spread to his lips, as he dangled the paper in the air. “The paternity test results came in today,” he said.

“Give me that!” snarled James, as he grabbed the paper away from Lars. “You’re not the father,” he read.

“Fuck yeah!” whooped Lars as he punched the air with his fists. “I’m a free man! Damn, that sure was a scare. I was really starting to worry about being saddled down with a kid. I mean boarding school would sure help, but school isn’t in session during the summer. How would we ever do summer tours?”

Lars didn’t seem to notice that little Cecily was standing tucked away behind Emily.

“Uh Lars,” Kirk said, pointing to the child.

“We’re focking Metallica! We’re the shit!” Lars ranted on. “Cecily was the last thing that I needed on my plate right now. I’m just sorry that I wasted my money on that dress and parka and all of that other shit that I bought for her. The very thought of paying that lousy whore Claudia child support was enough to make my hair curl.”

“You better shut up Lars,” James cut in, gesturing towards Cecily.

“I always knew the kid wasn’t mine,” Lars went on, not even listening to James or Kirk. “She doesn’t have the audacity, or the beauty, or the common sense of an Ulrich, with all of her talk about fancy dresses and all. Cecily is a dumb name for a little girl anyway. I would never name my kid that.”

“LARS!” James screeched, causing quite a scene in the hallway. Guests were now even peering out their hotel room doors. “Shut the fuck up motor mouth!” He screeched and pointed to Cecily, who was still standing behind Emily. “Cecily is right here! She’s heard every word of your mindless prattle!”

Cecily and her pink tam peeked out from her safe spot behind Emily. Lars turned as red as a fire truck at the sight of the little girl. “Fock,” he muttered, as he looked down at the carpeted floor, very much ashamed of himself.

“I always knew that you didn’t want me,” Cecily said softly. “Not even my own mother wants me. I was silly to think that my father would!”

“Cecily, don’t pull any bullshit,” Lars sighed. “And why is she dressed in that ridiculous coat?”

“I never liked you anyway!” Cecily shouted as she stomped her foot. “But at least having you as my father was better then having no father at all! I’ll never find my real father! All of my friends know who their fathers are, but I will never know! I will never know because my Mum is nothing but a dirty, filthy, nasty, crusty, slut, tramp, and whore!”

“Cecily!” Kirk scolded. “A five-year-old shouldn’t even utter such words.”

“It’s from all that time hanging around with Burton,” James replied evenly as he took a swig of beer. “When he first joined this band, I heard words out of his mouth that even made me blush.”

“I hate you Lars!” Cecily yelled, now in full blown tears (again). “I’m glad that I’m not related to you! The very thought of being your daughter makes me sick!”

Cecily pushed herself right past the stunned Lars, and took off running down the hall towards the elevators.

“What a brat,” Lars mumbled as he took out a cigarette. “I’m sure glad that she’s no longer my problem.” He smiled at Emily. “Hi there,” he said smoothly. “You free this evening?”

“Fuck off you old battle ax!” Emily snarled at him. “You ought to be tarred and feathered speaking about a poor, innocent, little girl that way! She never asked for any of this! She never asked to be dragged into any of this Metallica father daughter bullshit!”

“Yeah!” Kirk chimed in. Lars smacked Kirk right across the face. The slap echoed against the walls of the hallway like a sickening crack.

“Oh fock!” Lars shrieked. He, James, and Cliff, had often beat the living shit out of Kirk, but it was all in good fun. He had never smacked a band member out of anger or frustration before. Lars didn’t know what to say.

Kirk burst into tears, rubbing the red spot on his cheek. “Why’d you do it Lars?” he cried.

“I didn’t mean to,” Lars mumbled. He stuffed his hands deep into his pockets. “I guess I was just pissed off from having to spend my day editing your guitar solos, and then that bratty little girl.”

“She’s not the brat Lars,” retorted Emily. “You are! Come along now Kirk, James, we have important, official, Metallica business to attend to.”

“Not without me you don’t,” chirped Lars.

Emily whirled around and flipped Lars off. Then she, Kirk, and James, made their way to the crying Cecily, and boarded the elevator. They had made it. They had dodged the bullet known as Lars Ulrich, or so they thought.

“Dude,” James said to Emily once they were inside the elevator. “Were you abused as a child or something?”

“No why?” asked Emily as she pulled the sobbing Cecily close.

“You’re real good at acting pissed off,” James replied. “But pissed off in a good way. A nice pissed off.”

“It’s Lars,” Emily grumbled. “I’d rather roast in hell then deal with that man.”

“Me too,” said Cecily through tears.

“I’m really sorry that Larsy poo isn’t your old man,” said James as he reached out and for once, affectionately touched the little girl’s waves of hair. He was actually starting to feel sorry for her. He knew how it felt to have your own father go off at you, and act like you were unwanted.

“It sucks to not know who your old man is,” he went on. “I mean your Mom is really good in the sack, some of the best sex that I’ve ever had, but damn she’s a slut.”

Cecily just burst into more tears, along with Kirk, who was still rubbing at the red mark on his cheek. The elevator door opened, giving them something else to cry about: Lars Ulrich was standing right in the lobby playing with his chewing gum.

“Lars?” Kirk exclaimed. “How’d you get down here so fast?”

“I took the stairs,” Lars retorted. “I want to know where you are going?” he demanded.

“I told you,” snarled James. “We’re going to church.”

“James, you wouldn’t go to church even if it were Lemmy from Motohead performing the service!” Lars sneered. “Where are you going? Why is Cecily dressed up in that ridiculous coat?”

“It’s not ridiculous! It’s the latest style from London!” said Kirk.

“I don’t give a fock if Bill Ward himself shit the coat out of his own ass,” snarled Lars. “What is this official Metallica business that you’re going on?”

“None of your fucking business!” snapped James.

“Everything with Metallica is my business,” returned Lars.

“Oh yeah?” James asked. “Well what about me? When were you planning on telling me that you fired our bassist?”

Lars glared at Kirk. “You have a big focking mouth Hammett!” he scoffed. “James, we do have a new bassist already. His name is Yann, and he’s Danish. He can finish up the album for us.”

“I don’t want some Danish twat!” James bellowed. “I want Cliff back!”

“Cliff has been terminated,” Lars said evenly.

“You’re a fucking cock Ulrich you know that!” James spat.

“Don’t speak to me that way!” Lars cried and he swung his fist to punch the living shit out of James. James ducked, and instead Lars’s fist went smack right into Emily’s right eye.

Lars’s mouth dropped open. He had done a lot of stupid shit to women in his day. He had wined and dined various beautiful ladies just to get them into bed, and then he would dump them the next morning. He had literally thrown one groupie that he had found tiresome after a while, out of their moving tour bus somewhere in the middle of Texas. He had left four groupies stranded at a truck stop in Iowa. He had gotten crabs on the road and neglected to tell his girlfriend back at home, giving it to her as well. But he had never, ever, ever, hit a woman before.

“Gracious providence Lars!” Kirk gasped. “You hit a girl!

“Jesus Lars!” snapped James. “What the hell is the matter with you? How dare you hit a woman!”

“I didn’t mean to,” Lars stammered.

“You hurt Miss Emily! I hate you!” Cecily cried. The little girl ran up to Lars and kicked him hard right in the shins.

“You little piece of shit!” Lars cried, as he fell backward, knocking over a table with an ugly lamp on it in the process.

The Concierge was up from his desk in a heartbeat. “That will be quite enough! Take your domestic issues outside! We’re trying to run a family friendly hotel here, not a three ring free-for-all! I have had quite enough of you Metallica guys smoking pot in the lobby, pissing in the corners of the elevator, screeching and waking guests at all hours of the night, and ordering room service every five minutes! You guys are out of here! Out of this hotel now!”

“My dad is Torben Ulrich,” Lars spat. He was still lying on the floor, and he was grabbing his bruised shin. Lars wasn’t the only one that was bruised. Emily’s right eye had swollen shut. She needed to get some ice on it.

“I don’t care if your Dad is Winston Churchill!” the Concierge bellowed.

“Who’s that?” James asked.

“I’m going to tell your manager that you’re trying to throw the son of Torben Ulrich out on the street, and I’ll make sure that he’ll fire your ass!” Lars screamed. He stood up, but then stumbled on his bruised shin. For such a little thing, Cecily could sure as hell kick hard. It must have been the black patent leather shoe.

“I demand to speak to the manager this instant!” Lars yelled as he limped off to the manager’s office.

“Okay,” said Emily, who was clutching her black, swollen, eye. “We need to make our grand escape.”

Kirk, Cecily, Emily, and James darted out the revolving doors and out into the cold.

“I’m not going to be able to drive,” wailed Emily. “My eye is completely swollen shut.”

“I’ll drive!” James said happily, trying to get the car keys from Emily.

“Absolutely not!” Emily retorted. “Kirk can drive.”

“Hamster drives like my Aunt Mildred,” shot James. “You need a fast driver, someone who can get us to the airport in time.”

“I drive cautiously,” replied Kirk. “Better to arrive late than never.”

“Well not in this case,” James snapped as he sulkily got into the backseat of Emily’s car. It wasn’t fair. He should be driving.

“Don’t bother stopping at my house,” Emily told Kirk.

“But you need to put ice on your eye,” Kirk replied as he leisurely cruised down the Copenhagen street as if he were going on a drive to a Sunday picnic, instead of trying to beat Cliff to the airport. “And most importantly, we have to dress you up so that you look pretty for Cliff.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, my eye is swollen to the size of a cantaloupe,” shot Emily. “I wouldn’t even look pretty for a toad.

“Fortunately, Burton is a toad,” said James. He had unbuckled his seatbelt and was sitting on the edge of the backseat, with his arms draped over the front two seats. “Don’t worry Emily. We’ll just have to pick out a dress that shows even more cleavage.”

He turned to Cecily, who was sitting quietly in the back right next to him. “That kick on Lars was pretty sweet,” he said. “Wherever did you learn it?”

Cecily smiled a devilish grin, even though she did look rather angelic in her pink coat and hat. “Why from Mr. Cliff of course,” she replied. “He kicks the vending machine on the third floor that way all of the time.”

“Aye,” James replied. He smiled at the little girl, and playfully pulled her tam down over her eyes. “You’re a tough little motherfucker,” he laughed. “I can see why Burton likes you…”
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Amazing!

And I really hope that your puppy is going to be okay!

Cecily really kicked ass in this part. Almost literally! Going to church? What in the merry hells made anyone think that that was going to be a good excuse? *G* But it was funny as all hell, definately made me laugh!

Is James' answer to everything just to show more cleavage?! It sometimes seems like it!

Poor poor Emily - I felt so sorry for her - not that anything seems to stop that girl - she's more hardcore than Kirk :) (Who bless him does not seem like the gettaway driver type).

Man I hope they can get to Cliff in time! If Lars gets in their way again.... well there will be trouble!

Man this is getting so tense and exciting :) I can't wait for the next bit!
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Cecily is so adorable. I love how she picks up on little things from Cliff all the time and the way you write out the subtleties on how they come out! I don't like Lars at all, he's a bitch. Emily is such a sweet girl, I'm sure Cliff would think she's beautiful anyway and want to beat the living hell out of Lars. Lars deserves it, and Yann can go blow himself. I'm glad Lars did give Kirk, Emily, Cecily, and James a window to excape through his own pigheaded-ness. WHOO! I can't wait for more, I hope they can catch Cliff!!!!
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Shayi- My puppy dog is doing just fine. :) She did have to have a tooth pulled, but she seems pretty lively, and she's sitting her with me. :dance

Edgirl- I'm glad that you like Cecily. Off characters are a lot harder to write sometime because I can't steal them from anywhere. :)




Chapter 44- Cecily Insists on the Evening Dress


“I’m sorry Mr. Burton but we aren’t boarding your flight yet,” the flight dude replied, and handed Cliff back his boarding pass.

“But I’m riding in first class,” Cliff reminded him.

“We aren’t boarding first class yet either,” said the flight dude. “We aren’t boarding for another half hour yet. You can wait your turn just like everyone else”

Cliff frowned, and with a very annoyed sigh went to find a seat at the gate. After that wretched bus ride, the only thing that Cliff wanted to do was get as far away from Copenhagen as possible. Cliff knew that Aunt Josephine would have tea waiting for him out on the veranda at the vineyard when he got home. However, tea with Aunt Josephine was much more fun than tea with Kirk. For one thing, tea with Aunt Josephine always consisted of her potent Long Island iced tea, fresh pot, and Cliff’s favorite beef chimichangas homemade by Aunt Josephine’s personal cook, and served with a smorgasbord of his favorite dipping sauces.

“Am I ever going to get out of this fucking god forsaken place?” Cliff grunted as he plopped down in a seat. “I wonder if Lars would let me draw unemployment until I join another band, or start one of my own,” he wondered allowed as he drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair.

From across the terminal he saw a little girl who looked just about Cecily’s age. Her hair was in two blonde pigtails tied with red ribbons. She was standing next to her mother, but she seemed to be looking around for someone. Just then, she broke out running through the airport.

“Papa! Papa!” she shouted, waving her arms wildly. Cliff watched as she ran towards a man who had just walked off of a plane. He was carrying a big stuffed cat with a long, bushy tail. The man knelt down as the little girl threw herself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing the girl into a very tight embrace, and started kissing her hair.

“Oh Sonya!” he cried as he kissed her. “I missed you so much, my little girl!”

“Oh Papa!” Sonya exclaimed. “You have no idea how I’ve missed you too!”

“Were you a good girl for mother?” asked her father. Sonya nodded, sending her pigtails swinging back and forth.

“I knew that you would be,” her father said, and gave her another squeeze. He then handed her the stuffed cat. Sonya’s face lit up as she took it into her arms.

“Thank you Papa,” she said. The man noticed Cliff watching them. He smiled and nodded over to him. Cliff bit his lip and looked away.

The little girl took her father’s hand, and the two made their way back towards the girl’s mother. The man smiled at Cliff.

“Hi there,” he said and waved.

“Hey,” Cliff mumbled. “I hope that you don’t think I’m a weirdo or anything for watching you guys. I used to have a daughter around the same age as your daughter.”

“Oh really?” the man replied he put his hands on Sonya’s shoulders. “This is Sonya,” he introduced with a flourish. The man was obviously very proud of his daughter. Sonya smiled up at Cliff.

“Hello,” she said cordially. “What’s your daughter’s name?”

“Cecily,” Cliff replied softly, it pained him to even say the name. “Actually she’s my goddaughter.”

“Goddaughter eh? Close enough,” the man said with a smile. “She should get to know my Sonya sometime.”

“That would be nice,” Cliff sighed as he took out a cigarette. “But I’m not going to be seeing her anymore.”

“Oh,” the father said. “Well that’s unfortunate.”

“Why won’t you be seeing her anymore?” Sonya asked.

“Sonya, tis not polite to ask such personal questions,” scolded her father. “Let’s go. We mustn’t keep your mother waiting.”


Cliff lit his cigarette, as the two proceeded on down the terminal. Why the hell did I have to see all that? he thought. All it did was pour salt on the wound. Cecily must surely know by now that I’ve gone away. She must be hating me. I’ve left her, and she’ll hate me forever…

***

Emily sat at her vanity table sulking as Kirk was working on trying to cover up some of the puffiness around her swollen eye. Meanwhile, Kirk was like a kid in a candy store playing with all of the little bottles and tubes of makeup that make one pretty.

“Look at my finger,” he instructed as he tried to apply her mascara.

“Kirk, you’re creeping me out,” said Emily. “My eye really hurts. Must I wear all of this eyeliner and shit? I mean is Cliff really going to care? Half the time he’s dressed like he’s going out to clean the garage. It’s not like I’m having lunch with Versace or anything.”

“That’s for sure,” James snorted as he stumbled out of Emily’s closet.

“We found the most perfect dress for you to wear,” announced Cecily as she skipped around James. “Mr. James picked it out.”

“I’m afraid to even look at it,” Emily scoffed. “I’m actually glad I only have one working eye.”

“Aren’t you a barrel of laughs,” retorted James. “You’re just lucky that you have that British accent of yours, or else I’d have kicked your ass by now. You will wear this to the airport.”

James pulled a long shimmering aqua blue evening gown out of the closet.

“Mr. Hetfield!” exclaimed Emily. “Have you lost your mind?”

“What?” James shrugged. “It’s a nice dress.”

“That’s an evening gown James,” replied Emily. “Not a dress.”

“What the fuck’s the difference?” James snapped.

“An evening gown is considered more along the line of formal wear,” Kirk chirped in a preachy tone. “It would be acceptable at a black tie event.”

"Isn't this black tie?" James asked.

“Gallivanting through the airport is not a black tie event,” said Emily. “I’ll look absolutely ridiculous running through the terminal in a prom dress.”

“Oh Miss Emily,” Cecily breathed. “You’d look absolutely beautiful.”

“Cliff will love it,” squealed James. “Its low cut! It has cleavage. The cleavage will draw attention away from your eye, and to your better assets.”

“You mean her boobs Mr. James?” Cecily asked.

“You really are Cliff’s little girl,” James said chuckling, as he tugged on one of Cecily’s curls.

“No actually, I got that from you,” replied Cecily. “You’re always talking about my mother’s um, um-” She didn’t want to say it aloud.

“Her tits,” James finished for her. “You’re right my dear. Your mother was blessed with very nice assets indeed. And I for one can attest to it.”

“That’s enough James,” sighed Emily. “You’ll only frighten the poor girl. I’m not wearing an evening gown to the airport. I don’t care if it’s the pope that I’m going to meet there. I will not go traipsing about all over hell’s half acre in some dishy evening number during the afternoon!”

“But Miss Emily,” argued Cecily. “The dress is so pretty. It’s the color of the moonlight shimmering down on an aqua lagoon.”

“Aqua lagoon? Have you been smoking weed as well Cecily?” James snorted.

“Aqua lagoon my eye,” quipped Emily.

“It would look perfect with your pretty reddish hair Miss Emily,” Cecily went on. “Mr. Cliff will surely think that you’re a princess. A devastatingly beautiful princess. You have to wear it.”

“Devastatingly beautiful princesses don’t have black eyes Cecily,” Emily returned. “I’ll wear my dark green dress. It’s simple, timeless, and low fuss.”

“And low fun,” James added. “You have to wear the ball gown! We must stop Cliff from getting on that plane.”

“So you’re all just using me as a lure. An honest-to-God fishing lure, to rail Cliff in!” spat Emily. “You Metallica guys like taking random, innocent, people and using them for your ridiculous schemes.”

“I know. It’s shitty,” moped Cecily.

“Don’t say shitty,” Emily scolded her. “You haven’t been brought up in the workhouses now. I’m not going to go about looking like a trollop just for Cliff Burton. Now hand me my bra Kirk. I have to get dressed, or else we’ll never make it to the airport in time.”

Cecily ran her hand over the shimmering, iridescent blue material of the evening gown. “I would have just loved to have seen you in it Miss Emily,” she sighed. “If you won’t wear the gown for Mr. Cliff, would you at least where it for me?”

Emily looked at Cecily from where she was sitting as Kirk gave her a quick manicure. Cecily was looking at Emily with her big, pleading, green eyes. “Please,” Cecily added.

“Oh horse feathers!” Emily exclaimed. “Alright, the kid has me whipped.” She got up from her chair. “Ouch!” she cried as she pulled her hand away from Kirk and his tweezers. “Your manicures hurt!” she snarled at him.

“If you took better care of your cuticles they wouldn’t hurt so much,” Kirk retorted.

“Hooray!” Cecily cheered as she ran to get the evening dress. “You’ll look stunning Miss Emily!”

“She’ll be a hottie,” put in James. “Don’t wear any underwear underneath it. I love it when chicks do that.”

Emily rolled her eyes at James. “Am I wearing this dress for you Mr. Hetfield, or for Cecily?” she demanded.

“Thank you Miss Emily,” Cecily said as she smiled up at Emily admiringly. “You’ll look just like a princess.”

“I won’t be a princess,” Emily returned as she straightened Cecily’s dress. “I suppose that I’ll only look like a fool.” She turned to James and Kirk. “You two have nothing to worry about,” she said. “I can’t even say no to Cecily, and as sweet as Cliff is on her, I’m damn near sure that he won’t be able to either…”
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im so glad your puppy is ok :) i love dogs so so much, i have two puppies yay XD

i love the way you personalise the characters ash, so descriptive!
cecily sounds like such a cute little girl. yes bratty at sometimes but most little girls are like that so i quite like her.
you can tell that cliff misses cecily so much, the poor thing. you'd better not get on that plane cliff!!
kirk. little kirky. he is such a little prissy sweetheart. I LOVE IT. you really describe the characters well ashley. i can just picture him having so much fun with cecily's makeup. god love him.
emily seems like a nice kinda girl, that wont be taken advantage of easily. i like that. hopefully she can end up with cliff.
lars is an asshole, needs to be backhanded. END OF STORY.
james is obsessed with boobs and sex :lol: but his character is also written spectacuarly. i wonder what his reaction will be when he sees emily in that aqua blue evening gown that he picked out for her. :lol:

fantastic!! more!!?
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Man, those Metallica boys and their crazy schemes - honestly, ball gowns in an airport? Seriously though, that made me laugh, seeing James trying to persuade Emily into that dress! At least he's trying.... too little too late perhaps, but at least he's putting some effort in!

Cecily makes me laugh. She's a precocious brat but she still manages to get everyone wound round her little finger!

“Aqua lagoon? Have you been smoking weed as well Cecily?” James snorted.
^ That line was fantastic :) Somehow you can really tell how much Cecily has been hanging around with Cliff (and Kirk for that matter) to be coming out with descriptions like that. Absolutely fantastic!

Kirk, Kirk, Kirk.... why oh why don't they listen to you in sartorial matters? Kirk knows it's a black tie event costume - but instead of being official dresser, he's relegated to manicurist... eh, at least he has a practical job! I love the way that you write him, it's such good fun!

And poor Cliff! I'm glad they haven't boarded yet... and man do I hope the rescue party get there in time!

This story really is so damn good, it's funny, dramatic and sometimes sad. Awesome work, you got the whole gamut of emotions goin' on here! I love it so, so much!
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