Disclaimer: Barkeep. The
usual. And put it on my tab--I don't own anything.
A/N: This storyline grew out of my roots in geekdom. An' that's all I
got to say 'bout that.
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Disclaimer: Barkeep. The
usual. And put it on my tab--I don't own anything.
Coincidence?
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Jack McCoy opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times as he got his bearings: sky. Clouds. Trees. He was lying on his back in the grass. He took a slow breath and exhaled, then sat up, wincing as his head began throbbing.
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An hour later, the pair were still tramping aimlessly through the forest (though they were now soaked through, thanks to a passing shower.) They hadn't found the people they were sure had to be there; they hadn't even found a hint of civilization. Disgusted, sore and hungry, Jack sat on a fallen log. "This isn't how the story goes," he growled.
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"This is dumb," Cy Lupo complained. "I mean, come on. Red? In the middle of a forest? And why am I wearing tights?"
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Connie Rubirosa was swinging a thick stick at the bushes, trying unsuccessfully to keep the branches from hitting her in the face. "What ... the hell ... is this ... all about?" she panted.
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"Locksley!"
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