Ghosts: About Last Night
So my sister has been watching this yet again and I kinda wrote a thing. Damn. Now I have a whole fic going on in my head.
Warnings: None that I can think of just Julian being a massive perv and drunken madness.
(Mara stumbles down the hallway drunk. She swigs whiskey from a bottle. Her shirt is hanging open exposing her lacy bra. She stumbles into one of the bedrooms and puts the whiskey on the side table. She then takes her shoes and leggings off before lying down on the bed. The Captain walks in and stops dead.).
Captain: Er excuse me. These aren’t your quarters.
Mara: Um. Evening officer.
Captain: I demand that you leave at once.
Mara: Um. You coming to bed?
Captain: Excuse me?
(She pulls her shirt open further exposing a black lacy bra which her large breasts are squashed into.).
Captain: No. No. I will not abide by this drunken debauchery. I suggest you get back to your own room.
Mara: Um.
(Her eyes have drifted closed and she remains lying where she is.).
Captain: Did you hear me? I said leave now. This is my room. You have your own room upstairs.
(She doesn’t move. The Captain sighs.).
Captain: Alison!
(He marches from the room and goes to Alison’s bedroom. She is curled up asleep next to Mike who is snoring loudly.).
Captain: Alison! Alison! Wake up now! There is an insurgent in my bedroom! You must get her out.
(Alison doesn’t wake up.).
Captain: Alison!
(The Captain sighs again and marches from the room. He returns to his room. Mara is still lying in his bed.).
Captain: Still here. Now this is really taking the biscuit. I have asked you to leave.
(He walks over to the side of the bed.).
Captain: Wake up!
(He starts to sing in her ear.).
Captain: I am the very definition of a model major general.
(Mara giggles.).
Mara: You’re cute.
Captain: I am not cute. I am a commanding officer and I have given you a direct order. Now get out!
Mara: Just come to bed handsome. It’s late.
Captain: I will not-
(Thomas walks in.).
Thomas: What’s all the shouting?
Captain: She won’t leave.
Thomas: Why is she in here?
Captain: I don’t know. But she is highly intoxicated and she has seen fit to rob me of my bed.
Thomas: Oh.
Captain: Get her out of here would you?
Thomas: How am I supposed to do that?
Captain: I don’t know.
Thomas: Mara? Mara?
Mara: Um?
(Her eyes open slightly.).
Thomas: You need to go back to your own bed.
Mara: I’m in bed. Are you sleeping here too?
Thomas: What? No. You need to go back to your own room now.
Mara: Um.
(Her eyes drift closed again. The Captain sighs in frustration. Pat walks in.).
Pat: There you are. Everything alright?
(He sees Mara lying there and frowns.).
Pat: What’s she doing in here?
Thomas: I don’t know.
Captain: She won’t leave.
Pat: Oh right. Mara this isn’t your room.
Captain: No it’s no good.
Pat: Well she’s very drunk mate. Why don’t you just go up to her room and sleep there tonight?
Captain: No. This is my room and I want to sleep here.
Pat: Well...
(Julian walks in.).
Julian: Hello. What’s going on in here then?
Captain: Oh yes that’s it. Just come on in all of you. It isn’t like I want to sleep or anything.
(Julian is eyeing Mara up. He moves around to the other side of the bed and peers down at her breasts.).
Julian: Look at those for size. Lovely pair she’s got.
Thomas: Contain yourself man! What is wrong with you?
Julian: Oh come on. Like you lot aren’t stood there gawping at her yourselves.
Pat: We weren’t actually.
Thomas: How dare you.
(Mara rolls over and the shirt lifts up revealing black lacy panties.).
Julian: Hello. Matching undies. Someone thought they were gonna get some.
(Julian chuckles. Thomas tuts.).
Thomas: I’m off to bed. I can no longer partake in this spectacle.
(Thomas leaves the room.).
Pat: Yes I should be going too. Come on Julian.
(Julian is reaching out trying to prod one of Mara’s breasts.).
Pat: Leave her alone. Come on.
Julian: Oh. Why can’t I have any fun with you?
Pat: She’s passed out drunk. It’s not right mate. Come on.
(Pat leaves the room. Julian looks at The Captain.).
Julian: You lucky sod. Wish she’d come and got into my bed.
(Julian chuckles again and leaves the room. The Captain shakes his head.).
Captain: Now I am not going to tell you again. Get out now. Go back to your own room.
(Mara fidgets and slides her arm across the bed.).
Mara: Hold me handsome.
Captain: This is ridiculous. One I can’t do that and two I really just want to go to bed. Now away with you. Come on. Enough of all this funny business.
Mara: Um.
(She doesn’t move and he sighs angrily before marching from the room. He goes downstairs and walks outside. He starts to walk across the grounds. He doesn’t get very far before he stops. He sighs and turns looking back at the house.).
Captain: Oh this is ridiculous.
(He walks back to the house and goes back up to his room. Mara is still lying there. He sighs and walks over to the other side of the bed. He lies down on his back next to her and closes his eyes. A few minutes later Mara moves and her arm goes right through him. He springs upright.).
Captain: Right that’s it.
(He gets up and leaves the room. He goes up to Mara’s attic bedroom. He sighs and looks around before lying down on the bed. He closes his eyes.).
Captain: Hm.
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One in the Same
Hmmmm
Hmmmmm
So we know during the time Tim lost in spleen (his Red Robin run) and wakes ups next to the pit he almost believed he had been tossed in the Lazarus Pits.
What if
Now hear me out.
What if he actually was.
But what if instead of gaining Pit Madness, he unlocked his past life memories.
His memories of being Daniel 'Danny' Fenton and Danny Phantom.
And once the memories returned so did his ghost form and powers.
And as Tim sits at the bottom of the pits, crossing his legs and letting all his memories slide back into place he questioned what to do now. He pondered for a moment and hummed tapping a finger to his chin.
Maybe he'll play the Pit Madness card? After all Ra's chucked him in here to either turn him into a mindless rage machine he could manipulate or see what the Pits would do to a mind like Tim's. Or Tim could pretend to be a silent rage, a calm before the storm.
Well, Tim grinned his eyes glowing green as he stared at the surface of the Lazarus waters above him, he was very good at lying this life time around. After all he was Tim 'I can even lie to Batman and get away with it' Drake-Wayne and he did used to be Danny 'Commit to the bit' Fenton/Phantom.
He was going to have fun playing that fruitloop named Ra's like the cheap kazoo he was.
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