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Title: Air
Time
Series:
Video Camera Round Robin
Author:
Terri
E-mail:
xgrrl26@yahoo.com
Rating:
PG-13, Twinkie carnage
Archive:
WRFA, Mutual Admiration, Dolphin Haven Peep
Hut
anyone else, please ask and I'll happily provide
:)
Feedback:
Please? With a golden spongy tasty treat
on top?
Good, bad, and ugly welcome.
Summary:
Hank gets his turn to speak to the fanfic
authors
using the magic camera ;) The rest of the X-Men Camera messages
can be accessed HERE.
Comments:
OK, so I have a not-so-subtle message in
this one.
I can't help it, I have to spread the
Hank-love
:)
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We see nothing
for a moment, and then the camera fills
with a vivid,
deep blue color. As the blue slowly
recedes,
we realize it is Hank in front of the camera,
and he backs
up to sit on the foot of his very large
bed. We
can also see Bobby sitting at the head of the
bed, playing
with one of Hank's Rubik's Cubes. "Ah,
are you
certain that this shall work?"
"I toldya,
Hank, it's some kind of direct line to the
authors.
Go on, tell them what's on your big brain."
"Ah, yes.
Well, first of all, I would like to thank
certain
of you for including me in your stories, and I
would like
to encourage the rest of you to do so. I
I can perform
many functions within the storyline
exposition,
figuring a scientific or medical mystery
out, helping
to care for the injured or ill main
characters
"
"Smut,"
Bobby interjected, peering around Hank's
shoulder
to look into the camera. "He wants smut!"
"Robert!"
Hank cast a withering look over his
shoulder,
and Bobby slumped back. "Please, do not
listen to
him. I, ah, have needs, just like any other
character,
but but I find the I believe you call
it a PWP
yes, yes, I find the PWP somewhat
nerve-wracking."
"Oh, come
on, they can be fun! Aren't they talking
about putting
you in that First Times and Fantasies
story? You're
gonna be the virgin, na-na-na-na-na"
"Ah, yes,
I had heard that. On the other hand, I
don't suppose
there is even the slightest possibility
that I will
be recounting my first time with St. John,
which is
more than I can say for one of us." That
seemed to
silence Bobby. "In any case, if I may
continue,
I would also like to set some misconceptions
straight.
The first is regarding my twinkie
consumption.
While I admit to a predilection for the
spongy,
creamy treats, most of you have greatly
overstated
my love of this particular desert. I do
not have
a twinkie obsession, I assure you."
Unbeknownst
to Hank, Bobby had fished a package of
Twinkies
out of Hank's nightstand and was displaying
them for
the camera behind Hank's back.
"Also, I
do not spend *all* of my time in the lab. I
enjoy several
hobbies. Among them are opera, reading,
and the
occasional game of touch football on the
mansion
grounds." Bobby crept up behind Hank and
shook his
head to contradict his friend's words. Hank
did catch
that. "Robert would you mind very much
leaving
me alone. I wish to speak to the authors in
private."
"Oh, come
on, Hankster!"
"Out," Hank
insisted in his very serious voice,
causing
Bobby to frown, but to leave Hank's room.
"Now then,
where were we? I " Hank sat back on the
bed, squishing
the package of Twinkies Bobby had left
there as
he did. "Oh, goodness. Ah, please please
disregard
that." He gingerly removed the smooshed
Twinkies
from beneath his posterior and placed them on
the nightstand.
"Now, on to the important matters. I
feel I can
confide in you all."
Hank paused
for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
"You have
often written me as having a poor opinion of
myself,
especially my appearance. There is some truth
in that,
but I have learned to live with my unique
features
quite well, I think." He paused again, this
time a little
longer. "It is just that it is simply
that I
I wish for others to get to know me, authors
and characters
alike. I feel strongly that if one
were to
get to know me, they would like me. They
would."
Hank shifted
a little closer to the camera. "My
appearance
*is* daunting, but I refuse to believe that
there is
not someone, just *one* person out there who
could see
beyond the outer me and to the inner me. I
have spent
quite a bit of time developing the inner
me, and
I am I am quite happy with who I am, if I do
say so myself.
I believe I am a a good person."
Hank's eyes
fell to the bed covers and away from the
camera.
"Not not to toot my own horn, as the saying
goes. I
am sure I have flaws, like anyone else, but I
"
KNOCK KNOCK
KNOCK
"Hankster,
are you done yet?"
"In a moment,
Robert." Hank sighed, then faced the
camera directly
again. "I suppose I should make this
short. My
wish, dear authors, is to be written about
more, so
that others may get to know the inner me, and
perhaps
begin to look beyond my appearance. You need
not make
me a main character, not really. Any
supporting
role would be welcome. And Twinkies they
are not
a necessity."
KNOCK KNOCK
"We're getting
ready to watch the game, are you
coming?"
"I shall
be right there." Hank frowned and approached
the camera
to turn it off, but caught himself, leaning
into it
for one last message. "Thank you for your
time. Please
let me know if I can be of service. And
thank you
thank you to those of you who have
included
me in your stories. It is much appreciated.
I hope to
hear from you soon."
Hank's furry
chest once again fills the frame, before
the camera
goes dark.
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