Hospital in New Jersey, Monday

[l1ttle_billy]

As Billy's mom left the room, a nurse came in to check on him. When he realized who it was, he burst into laughter. The wig, the contacts, the outfit.

"You really are a master of disguise." he said to her.

"How else was I going to get in to see you?" The Baroness asked. Her own smirk died when she looked at the bandages on his chest. "William why?"

"I know, I should have shot him first." he grumbled.

"I was going to say why would you put yourself in such a situation in the first place? What happened to staying out of it?"

"Tommy needed help." he said simply.

She sighed. "William this noble streak of yours is only getting you into trouble. You could have simply told Snake-Eyes where to go."

He didn't answer. He knew she was right. Instead, he changed the subject. "Our daughter's on the way."

"What?"

"Serpentor's returned. He got my blood to make our daughter."

She was shocked. Despite what Billy had told her, she hadn't really believed such a future would come to pass. "I-I shall have to find the lab then." she said finally. "In the meantime, do try to be more careful. And do what the doctors tell you. If you get yourself killed by straining yourself too soon, I'll be very cross."

He smiled, though there was some bitterness there. "Yeah okay."

She tsked again, and turned to leave. "James sends his best." she said, and she was gone.

[Billy would love some phone calls!]

Comments

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure. I think we did manage to save a Billy. Lightly used, only shot once. Maybe twice. Comes with accessories like Pogo-Leg and Rocket Foot."

This is when John started snerking at the wrongness.

"Dude, remind me to make you a rocket foot. How'd you like to be a flying pirate ninja?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

This time Billy snickered more. "Good thing for the morphine or the laughing might hurt."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"No laughing! Or else the cute nurses will send in Boris the Man-Mountain to give you a sponge bath and neither of us want that." he sighed. "It's good to hear you laugh, dude."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. It's good to have friends that try to make me laugh."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"And not to have Boris. Jeez. How much are the nurses going to miss you when you get outta there, dude?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy smirked. "Hey I just wish I had someone waiting to shower me with sympathy when I get back to school."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Uh. Might want to get someone else. I might put a bucket over your door or something."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Check that. A female someone."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"A hot one. Who's not crazy. Which... probably means she's either in a coma or so many levels of crazy higher than you that you just can't fathom it. Which? Because it's Fandom? Could happen. I wouldn't be surprised if they get sentient dogs on the island or something."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Well let's not discriminate. Crazy in a harmless way is okay. And as for that dog thing, remember, there's a Frog on the student body."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but it's a frog that's not a frog, right? It's a...whaddya call it. And he speaks English. I mean, like, frickin' Lassie, instead of telling that Timmy fell down the well, he just types it out on Myspace or something stupid. Like dogs can work computers, right?"

Somewhere out there, a Corgi sneezes.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"I'd hope that a dog like that would call 911 and not blog about it."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Hey, we're lucky if it doesn't end up on Youtube before the cops get there, right?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Heh."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John sighed. "Seem in better spirits."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"It'll pass."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Right. Because we can't have a happy Billy, it'll mess with the fabric of reality or something. Don't do the moping thing, if you can help it."

He paused.

"Besides, if you start wearing eyeliner and hoodies and writing crappy lyrics, I'm shaving your head into a mohawk."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"I don't mope. I brood."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Great. And what's the difference? One means we call you Angel? Same thing. Do I have to go through your CD collection now?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"It's a whole different vibe."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Oh, sure. Same thing, really."

Yes, they were arguing about different flavors of moping.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Bah. Philistine."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I am not, nor have I ever been, known by the name Phyllis Steen," he said with a straight face.

Which was true. It was Phil Istein.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy groaned at the pun.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"You okay? You didn't hurt anything, did you? I'll call the nurse. What's her name? Candy Striper? Irma Intern?"