Tommyboy's Hideout

buckaroo banzai 6 thru 10

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 02:07:53 GMT

cont....

006 brown

Fashion week

It really wasn't his color. Really, it had no life. Now give him hot pink, neon green, electric blue, those were life. But this? How dare they tell him he wear this.

He was Perfect Tommy and he liked to show off.

They had the audacity to say they wanted to tame him. Only three people in his life would he ever tame anything down for and they weren't one of them.

He looked with disdain at the garment. He just couldn't see him wearing it.

Tommyboy came through the curtain dressed in her brown cocktail dress. "Tommy what are you waiting for?" she asked.

"Look at that thing?" he said gesturing to the offensive suit.

"Well, brown is in dear. Besides, you're escorting me down the aisle, so get a move on."

007 rose

TB walked into the greenhouse looking for Green Jeans. GJ was in charge of the Institute's gardens and greenhouse. She was a connoisseur of flowers with carnations and roses being her passion.

Walking down the rows of tables holding flowers and greenery, TB found GJ on her hands and news pulling on a tube that was sticking out of the ground.

"Hey Greenie, what's up?"

GJ sat back and looked at her friend. "Sprinkler system went kaput."

"I'll send Rawhide down to take a look at it. I came to get the flowers you were talking about."

GJ stood up, dusting off the dirt off her jeans and headed to another part of the greenhouse, "I'm really happy with this. I can't believe the color came out so rich. I can only hope I can continue the line."

She held up an orange red rose. She cut it off the stem and handed it to TB. "What ya think?"

"It's lovely. May I?"

"Take it, go show it off."

TB took the rose and headed off to her office. "I'll send Rawhide down to check out your watering system."

"Appreciate it."

008 life

Evolution

Scientist loved to study evolution, seeing how things evolved, to look back in time to see how life started.

And now, with the experiments going as planned on Mars, the makings of life are shown to exist there.

Already Buckaroo was hearing his team pondering, planning, and conception, how they can get humans to Mars. Little did they know that he was ahead of them? He was already in negotiations with NASA and RKA. Soon he would be naming the team that would be designing such a space ship to make the long journey.

With the economies of the largest countries in struggling demand, he could fund the venture. The best of the best free to do what they were best at, his same motto since starting the institute.

Pain

He had never known pain like this.

He had known pain. Broken bones while growing up, been shot a few times, getting flesh wounds. But this topped them all. What was it that hit him?

Buckaroo was looking at him, holding his hand as another wave of pain hit him.

He watched as the black man talked to Buckaroo and took the barb and stomped it. He had heard the hiss. It had been a living thing.

The pain rocked through him. It was intense. He had so much to say and he knew there was no time to say it. So much he had yet to share with his dear friend. But it was getting to much.

Bar

One nice thing about living at the Institute, you didn't have to go far for a good drink. Being a student of human nature, Buckaroo and the board designed the grounds to have several watering holes for the staff to enjoy.

Tonight he needed a good stiff drink. It was days like this he thought what was he thinking by taking on the administrative duties of the Institute. Days like today made him want to go gather a team and god looking for bugs in some remote locale. But no, he was working on a budget for the next fiscal year.

He sat down at the bar and ordered a whiskey with a beer chaser. It was going to be one of those evenings.

Buckaroo Banzai ficlets 1 to 5

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 01:59:38 GMT

using Ficlet 100 table 1 ... Buckaroo Banzai ficlets

Ficlet 100

001 dagger

Buckaroo Banzai.

100 words

gen

I picked it up from its shelf, pulling it from it sheath to show the sharp edge it possessed. I looked at Rawhide, to see his reaction to the knife. It had been given to me as a possession of my father.

Rawhide offered up his arm as I did mine. I cut a fine line, using the skill that I had perfected in the surgery room; a slow draw had blood bubbling up.

I hand the handle to Rawhide and he mimics my move, sporting his own blood line.

We bring our arms together, mixing blood, making blood brothers.

Ficlet 100

002 red

Buckaroo Banzai.

100 words

gen

He had never been so mad. Taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself before he said anything was not quite cutting it at the moment. He had observed members of the institute do some stupid things before but this was end all.

He had heard of the saying seeing red, but this was both physically and figuratively happening to him at this moment.

Someone had painted the World Watch One bus completely in shocking red. You might as well say "here I am" to the enemy.

"I want who did this," Buckaroo said to the crowd around him.

Ficlet 100

003 memory

Buckaroo Banzai.

100 words

gen

I never thought I would forget. This is a first time I find myself not remembering.

I swore to myself I would never forget, but I have.

I look to the picture on my desk, and see the man that made me who I am; in his short time that he was a part of.

His voice has faded from my memory. His hugs are a whisper of what they had been felt to be.

It hurt. I didn't want to forget him. He was taken from me to soon and here we are again, he was leaving me again.

Ficlet 100

004 lost

Buckaroo Banzai.

100 words

gen

It had been there. The screen had been tracking it and then it blinked once, blinked twice, and then disappeared off the register.

The team went on full alert. People typing on computers, people getting on phones with people trying to figure out what hat happened. This was to be a test of speed. How could this happen? What did it mean?

They didn't understand it.

The personnel drew straws on who would tell the General the news. Mike drew the shortest.

With a deep breath he went to the General and informed him, "That they had lost the signal."

Ficlet 100

005 mouse

Buckaroo Banzai.

100 words

gen

(there are other occupants to the Institute. Here is but one other one)

Today I venture from my home. I make sure I stealthily make my way across the fall, being wary of any human that might be around.

I head down the hall and find a door open and venture in. I spy on the table some ribbon that would look good on my wall.

Quickly I make my way up to the table and snatch the bright ribbon. I only have a moment or the humans will find me.

I scurry with my find.

I hear a "mouse" screamed as I hustle down the hall.

I know I can make it.

monkees ficlets . 6 thru 10

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 01:51:17 GMT

Cont.

Babble

(crossover with the Sentinel)

Micky held the baby in his arms. The baby cooed and laughed as Micky blew wet kisses on his stomach.

The red headed woman laughed as Micky started babbling baby non-sense.

"Micky, will you stop that and talk to him normally," she chided.

"Naomi, this is the fun part of having a baby in your arms."

"Well, Blair will want to be treated more than a baby."

Micky looked down at the blue eyed baby. He hadn't asked Naomi who the father was. If it was true what he was thinking so much could go wrong for both of them that it was best not to ask.

"You sure you won't stay?" Micky asked. Naomi had called stating that she was passing through on her way to a retreat in the Napa Valley area.

"I'm sure. I wanted to stop by and say hi."

"Don't be a stranger," he told her as he handed the baby back over to her.

"I'll do my best," she smiled.

Soul

(Group two of the ficlet 100 challenge seems to be very inspirational)

Peter sat at the kitchen table and tried to weigh through his emotions. He was relived that Mike and his friends had won his soul back. He didn't know that such evil existed and that he had been singled out.

He felt the true love awaken to him as his friends defended him and brought done the devil himself.

A tear rolled down his cheek.

He was so close to living life in eternity in hell. He didn't deserve that. All he wanted was to play music, to be the best at it.

"Peter?" Micky asked. "You okay?" Peter turned and wrapped his arms around Micky's waist and cried.

School

School was a place to go because you had to. You showed up on time to make your parents happy and you sat in class while you day dreamed of other places to be.

Mike passed through school, with his interests being in history and English. He remembered little else other than girl watching. He didn't openly go after the girls. He was to tall and gangly to think any of them would want to go out with him. But he watched. Dreamed about them like another other red blooded American boy.

Of course there was one that got away. Not one to leave the experience behind, he turned it into a song.

Education

He might not have had the greatest education, but he knew he had the ideas to make things happen.

He made it from New York to California with little problem. He knew a lot people didn't give him credit in being common sense smart. But little did they know he had it planned like that. He was smarter than anyone around him gave him credit for.

It was easier that way. Let people underestimate. They wouldn't expect anything grand from you. When needed, he could step in with something to save the day and let it be thought it was a grand mistake. That was fine with him.

One day he would step out of his persona he had created. But for now, he'll stay back and watch.

Firefly

The Monkee Mobile had stopped in the middle of no where in the late evening. After playing rock paper scissors, it was determined that Mike and Micky would walk the five miles down the road to the last town they past through to get help.

Luckily the car was big enough to hold their instruments and other items, like a tent, cooler and snack bags. They were prepared, strange for that happen but it does.

At sunset and the cooling air, Mike and Micky set off down the road. Davy and Peter set up their tent.

Taking out his guitar, Peter started strumming and practiced the lyrics to the songs with Davy.

As night descended, fireflies started to fly around, glowing off and on around them. Davy captured one in his hand and peered at it. Peter laughed. "Have you ever played with them before?" Peter asked.

"We don't have them in England."

"I used to gather a few up and put them in a glass and use them at night," Peter said remembering playing with them as a child.

the Monkees . ficlets 1 thru 5

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 01:46:05 GMT

I've been posting this 1 day at a time at my yg storybook monkees.

Here are the first 5 ficlets .. I was trying to do the 100 thing but really, this is not a drabble list, so I just wrote what came to me.

This list I'm using is from ficlet100. I'm using table 2 for the Monkees selections.

Toast

Micky kept hitting the side of the toaster.

He had put in his two pieces of toast over an hour ago, yet, it still hadn't popped the bread back up.

Peter walked by and asked what Micky what he was doing.

"Oh hey Pete. I don't know man, I put two pieces of bread in the toaster and it, well, it's not popping up."

Peter looked around the toaster and saw what the problem was. Though the cord was hanging down over to the floor, he pushed the lever down.

"That should do it," and walked off.

Bread

Mike looked to see what he had to make lunch with. There was a box of sugar loaded moons and stars, two oranges, a half jar of peanut butter. The fridge offered milk, ham, and cheese.

Grabbing the ham, cheese and milk, he set them on the counter. He continued looking through the cabinets for one additional item. Not there, nor here, not high nor low, the final item eluded him.

You would think somewhere he would find it, a loaf of bread. He would be a happy camper if he could make himself a ham sandwich. But no, living with three others, a requisite item to sustain life was withheld from him.

church

It had been some time since any of then had attended. They had been busy getting their music together, finding their places among themselves and enjoying life around them.

Mike couldn't believe how long it had been since he had come to reach for the solace and peace that he used to fine here.

He had unearthed his Bible when he was unpacking a box that he had found in his room. Memories had come back to him.

He had gotten up early in the morning and showered and dressed. Not another creature (or Monkee) was stirring. He decided to walk to the church that was a few blocks up from the beach towards.

The walk was good; a sea breeze followed him up the street. He stood before the door and took a deep breath and let it out slowly then walked through the open door. He walked down the aisle and sat down in a pew towards the back.

As the sermon started, Mike let the words fall over him and carry him back to his past.

Belief

Mike was wondering if it was worth it. They didn't have an agent, their gig's were far and few between, he as losing his faith.

Going through his notebook, he was making a list to call to past managers and party givers to see if they would consider them for future work.

Peter came in from the beach and sat down at the table watching him. Mike looked up to ask what he was staring at, Peter beat him in saying, "I believe in us Mike. I believe that something will happen and make this all worth it."

Mike closed his mouth and let it sink in. "Thanks Pete, you believe."

Eternal

Micky leaned back against the log watching the flames from the bonfire. It had been a great evening. He had been hanging out with the guys and some others had come by and they had a true party on the beach going on. Now it had quieted down and he sat by himself pondering.

Many wouldn't give him credit of thinking beyond his next meal or current flame of the moment. But he did think.

He was lost in thought when Mike dropped down next to him in the sand. "What has your all blanked out?"

"Love is an eternal thing," Micky answered.

fan history wiki

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 00:14:34 GMT

Good evening,

Just wanted to see if you knew about fan history wiki. I was following a link from a lj entry and found this interesting and up and coming spot.

From looking at some of fandoms I enjoy, it's several lacking.

So I'm posting to some of my favorite groups to ask for your help.

Follow the link and explore and if you can, add your two cents worth. It needs your help to fill in the the gaps (or in some cases the cavarns of nothingness) to fill it in.

Hope you can help.

http://www.fanhistory.com/wiki/Main_Page

ficlet buckaroo banzai

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 22:54:59 GMT

Ficlet 100

001 dagger

Buckaroo Banzai.

100 words

gen

Rawhide offered up his arm as I did mine. I cut a fine line, using the skill that I had perfected in the surgery room; a slow draw had blood bubbling up.

I hand the handle to Rawhide and he mimics my move, sporting his own blood line.

We bring our arms together, mixing blood, making blood brothers.

dragon con

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 12:09:05 GMT

I'm playing with the idea of going to Dragon Con. Marianne, one of my Jacksonville, ff

Most interesting guest I've found is that Micky Dolenz and his daughter will be there.

it's 75.00 for 3 days registration fee, in Atlanta.

Anyone on my friends list go?

This would be my first con to go to like this. The Ancient City Con is the first of August but it's more gaming then anything else. But I'm going to try to promote it to be more than that. this month.

pen pal group for fan fiction writers

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 01:09:55 GMT

I've created a new yahoo group and it involves two hobbies, fan fiction and pen palling.

I want some mail coming other than bills. I've enjoyed my time over the last seven months of coupon trains. I've been wanting to get involved in pen palling.

All walks of fandoms will be welcomed.

I only belong to handful of yg. If you are a list mom to a group, please forward.

I would like to thank you in advance if you consider in trying this group. It will take members to make in work.

Paula C.

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ffpp-/

Monkees - In need of a job

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Thu, 15 May 2008 01:18:26 GMT

The Monkees

In need of work

Mike, Micky, Peter and Davy

252 words

Mike sat at the table, flipping through a notebook. The notebook was a book of gigs that they had played in the last year. He was looking through it to get ideas where to call to get more bookings.

They were going on to their second week of not playing. Micky was making money working on cars down at the garage. Peter was taking up dog walking. So far it only cost them ten dollars to post a reward for a little dog that got loose from him the first day. Davy was laying low. Which concerned Mike, usually he was into something he knew that Mike wouldn't approve of.

Picking up the phone he dialed the first number. The Go-go down the street. Usually they could get a booking there if he begged well enough. While talking to Darrel, the manager, Davy came into the pad through the back door. Seeing that Mike was on the table, he snuck past him and got into his room that he shared with Peter.

Mike hung up the phone, didn't know if he should be glad. He got a booking but it was in two weeks. Looking some more he dialed another number.

Davy stripped down to his underpants and crawled under the covers of his bed. He had been out all night but he had earned a hundred dollars. He couldn't tell Mike what he was doing but at least he was contributing. He would leave it for Mike after he slept awhile.

website in the makings

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Wed, 14 May 2008 23:25:14 GMT

Come by and give me your two cents . http://www.tommyboyff.com/index.html

Give me your two cents .. it's in the early stages, basically getting the the main link pages. I have a two stories posted.

At current count I can find over 200 stories that I've posted over my time online. I've been online since 2001.

My first question is, should I add a pic or two of each of the fandoms on the page that says the fandom.

Do you like the colors I picked?

feedback welcomed.

food shortages? Food limits?

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 10:39:05 GMT

Reading through some of coupon groups emails .. something has been brought up. Food limits at some stores for large bags of rice, and some doing the same for oil and flour.

Have you seen this?

Seems to be hitting the west coast and the New England area the hardest.

with the import of rice in peril, the large stores likes Sam's warehouse and Costco are limiting the sale of rice to 1 bag.
In New England, Bakers went to the Costco type stores for their distributor's pricese sky rocketed.

A new sign of the times?

Sentinel Drabble

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 18:25:09 GMT

After settling Blair on the couch, Jim turned the lamp on to emit light into the loft. A soft groan came Blair. Shaking his head, Jim went to the kitchen to see what he could find to fix for dinner, finding only a can of soup laden with potatoes. Opening the drawer for the can opener, he wondered why there was a chisel in the drawer, he would ask later. Dumping the contents of the can into the pot, Jim wondered how the climax of the day had come to this, Blair on the couch, and him fixing some soup.

Ugh - a weekend to go blah

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 17:00:24 GMT

We needed the rain. SO I can't really complain. But Rain t night is better than during the day. My daughter is bored., the Dsh scrambled for the storm tracked south, and I can't seem to get my mind to do anything worth while.

And today is another day of the same. Though my Mom wants to go to AC Moore to get a Spring flag for her house and later wants to go out for dinner. So out, home for awhile then out again. Then it's a week of work. blah.

Interesting items this week. I accumlated like 400 pionts at switchplanet. Last year. for several months, cd's came through the recycling plant that had be opened to get the cardboard wrappers and we divied the cd's up. I took one to keep and a few to trade. I started at lala.com then went to switchplanet and swaptree, that expand that they have books, cd's, dvd's and computer games.

Last weekend I looked at computer games. My daughter was asking bout Nintendo DS, but I can't afford that 120.00 game at the moment. But looked at game boy advance. Someone had the game console for 91 points and going on, games usually cost from 15 to 40 points. I picked up the game console and several games and a few dvd's for myself, to be sent over this last week.

I figured if she can get the idea on how to use the game console and go from there I might be able to afford a better system knowning that she likes it.

I went today and get this .. someone has a super nintendo game system and a few games for under 100 points. I put in a request for them to see.

My ex had gotten a super nintendo .. well we got it twice actually. He bought one for me for his christmas gift to me when we were dating. at the ime they were 150.00 when they first came out. I let him keep it at his apartment. Somehow it disappeared in his move from Louisville to Cincinnati. So saving up money again, he bought it again. It was fun to play now and then. I'm a tetris girl and did some mario stuff but I wasn't into solving the levels. I ususally hated playing aginst Paul for he made it like I'm better than you type thing. I like playing it for the fun, not the competition. So When we broke up, I didn't pick it up as in needing it. Who knows what happened to it in all his moves since then. Might ask him when I see him this summer.

If you have books, cd's, dvd's and games, I highly recommend Switchplanet. I've been swapping there for the last year almost and have not had one negative trade.

ok, it's 1, time to go pick up mom and go to acmoore. and see what else my child can try to swindle out of me.

Man from Uncle, toys

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 01:10:29 GMT

Toys

By Paula C.

Slash

Established relationship

Mature audience

Napoleon was happy. He was home after being gone for two weeks. Away from the New York office and his home, and his partner in all things, Illya.

Settling into their king bed, Napoleon found something distracting. He found something long and slender under his pillow. He pulled out and looked at it with perplexed expression.

"Illya?" Napoleon asked his soon to be sleeping bed partner.

"Yes Napoleon?" Illya answered opening his eyes and seeing what he forgot to put away. He reached for it and took it out of Napoleon's hands.

"What is that?" Napoleon asked.

"What that?" Illya responded.

"That thing in your hand." Illya looked at the item and shrugged.

"A toy," he answered.

"A toy?" Napoleon asked with skepticism.

"Yes Napoleon, a toy." He held it out seeing the long slender item he had in his hand.

"Why?" Napoleon asked.

"Why what?" Illya continued his game.

"Why do you have the toy?"

"You've been gone a lot." Which was true, Napoleon had been out on assignments then being home.

"And you need a toy because?" Napoleon asked, taking the item back into his hand as he studied it.

"You've been gone a lot," Illya trying to get his point across that he'd been missing Napoleon.

"Illya, I'm here now." Napoleon pointed out. He shifted so he was facing his partner.

"And I want to still use the toy." He took it back and hit the small button on the flat end and a gentle buzz came to Napoleon's ears. "On you."

Fan History

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 14:22:29 GMT

there is a WIKI for fan history

http://www.fanhistory.com/index.php/Main_Page

Might be a good spot to watch and help develop.

participating in green hour

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 13:09:20 GMT

Are you? Will you? Have you? Don't know what it is....

Today at 8 PM your time hour, you are to shut all elelctric off for one hour. That is no computer, no tv, no lights.

What do you think?

Man from UNCLE, Secrets

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 01:31:28 GMT

Title: Secrets
By: Paula C.
Fandom: Man From UNCLE
Pairing: Napoleon/IllyaGenre: implied slash
Challenge: word Secrets in a five-minute write up

Secrets

Dreams haunt the living, Illya knew that all to well, he lived them
every night when not busied by a case. Napoleon never knew, knew his
secrets. He never shared them with his lover, his partner.
Memories of his youth haunted him. He remembered the cold, the
gunpowder that hung in the air, and the hunger. Even now, in memory,
his stomach rumbled in the bed, having been filled by a full meal, it
remembered the days passing on root and water alone.

Illya moved in the bed to stand up, to pull away from his lover's
heat. Why he didn't stay in the warmth of Napoleons arms was beyond
him. He felt cold; his fingers were like ice.

Why does this haunt him so? He was happy; he was loved. `Why now?'
he asked himself.

He walked to the living room and found his bottle of Vodka. `A
drink,' he reasoned would settle his nerves. ~ a drink to make you
forget ~

Standing at the large window, looking out over the city, he failed to
notice Napoleon approach.

Napoleon came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. "I was
going to ask you why you were out of bed. But by the coolness of
your skin, I should ask, what is the matter?"

Illya could not answer him; the secret was his past, the horrors that
he endured, long ago. "I can't," Illya stammered.

"Illya, you can. I'm here for you."

"You weren't there." Illya let slip, he moved out of Napoleon's arms.

"I wasn't where?" Napoleon's voice grew sharp.

"It's nothing Napoleon. Please let's go back to bed." He tried to
pull Napoleon from his spot but he did not budge.

"I wasn't where?" he asked again.

Illya stepped to Napoleon and kissed his cheek then wrapped his arms
around him. "A long time ago, when I could of used a friend like
you. Where were not there."

Napoleon pulled Illya closer to him. "No more secrets, nothing will
make me let you go. I love you."

Illya buried rubbed his cheek against Napoleon's shoulder. "Not now,
please Napoleon, just love me."

"You will tell me more later."

"I'll tell you everything, but not now."

Napoleon raised Illya's head to look at him, "That is a promise?"

"I promise."

Then Napoleon moved, to return to their bedroom, to again show his
love to his chosen partner.

Monkees, Secret Admirer

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 01:25:25 GMT

Secret Admirer

By Paula C.

Fandom: Monkees

Genre: pre-slash

Pairings: And ruin the story?

Rating: it's slash but very tame, really it's pre-slash

February 1

Mike found an envelope on his bed. With caution, he picked it up and fingered it, looking at the front and back. All it said in large print was Mike. He flipped open the fold and pulled out a card. "Will you be mine?" it said on the front in a heart. Opening it, he read, "Meet me under the pier on the 14^th, 8 PM sharp."

Mike pondered it. With all the number of people that came and went form the pad, he couldn't even think where to start to who left this.

He slid the card back into its home and put it in the drawer of his bed side table. He would think about it later.

February 5

Mike opened his guitar case to his lead guitar and found an envelope.

"What do you got there man?" Peter asked.

Mike picked up the card and saw the same lettering as before. "Don't know," he answered. He opened the envelope and pulled out the card. "Don't forget," it said on the front. He opened it and read, "See you 8 o'clock sharp, pier, 14^th."

"Seems I have someone who wants to see me on Valentines day."

"Won't that be kind of hard, he have a gig that night?"

"But," Mike reminded him," we are playing Alley's which is a block up from the pier. We'll just have to be taking our break around then."

Mike put the card down in his case and put his guitar strap over his shoulder. "Speaking of a gig, let's get this rehearsal going."

February 10

Mike yawned as he made his way down the hurricane stairs to find a late night snack. He opened the fridge and pulled out the milk and moved automatically to pull a glass down from the cabinet.

Turning, he saw it on the kitchen table. Moving sluggishly, he picked up the white envelope. He moved to the living room and turned on a lamp. On the envelope was Mike. He opened it and found a red drawing of lush lips. He opened to find X X X X X, these are for you. I'm warming up for our meeting."

Mike closed the card and put it back in its envelope. He turned off the lamp and headed back to his room. Sitting on the side of the bed, it put the card with the others in his bed stand.

February 13

Mike was starting to feel nervous. He hadn't been able to figure out who his secret admirer was. He didn't like being in control of the situation. It was unlike him to actually going along with something this unknown.

The full run through of the song list went well. Micky was moving with more energy. If he didn't stop babbling Mike was thinking of ways of gagging him to keep his sanity.

A knock came to the door. Mike looked around to see that know one was making the effort to see who it was. He got up from his chair and opened the door, finding a delivery person holding an envelope.

"Telegram for Mike Nesmith," the young man announced.

"That's me," Mike replied.

"Sign here," the man indicated the line by the x by his typed name. Mike signed on the line and the man handed him the envelope. "Thank you sir," and turned to leave before Mike could think of a tip.

The others gathered around Mike as he sat back down on his chair.

"Telegrams mean bad news," Peter informed the crowd.

"It could be something good," Micky being optimistic insisted.

Mike opened the back of the enveloped and pulled out the short memo.

Mike Nesmith *stop*

Don't forget *stop*

8 PM *Stop*

Tomorrow night *stop*

Peter chuckled. "This girl wants you bad man."

Mike couldn't say anything to that. Less than twenty-four hours he would be meeting this girl who had gone to the trouble to keep reminding him of their impending date.

February 14

Sometime in the Morning

She will be there

Sometime in the Morning

She will be there .. there .. there.

Break time, Mike thought. He put his guitar down and checked his watch 8:45. He headed for the back entrance of Alley's and hit the street.

The area was crowded, couples walking about. The area had restaurants, and the pier held several amusements rides on it. He found the beach access and made his way down.

The night was clear, and the moon was almost full, casting light down so he could find his way to the pier's pilings.

He stood just outside the dark cave. He was fool enough to go under.

Several minutes later he heard someone walking down the beach. He turned and found himself looking at …

INTERMISSION

*Warning .. this might be a surprise. Who is Mike seeing? Could it be ….

Linda?

Terri?

Gina?

STOP INTERMISSION

"What are you doing here Micky?"

"Doing the same thing as you are." Micky replied.

Mike looked at him, "Don't scare her off man," Mike looked back at the darkness under the pier.

"Mike, listen to me. There is no one under there, or at least not anyone who left you those cards and sent you that telegram.

Mike looked back at Micky and saw that for once the energy bubble was serious. "You left me those cards?"

Micky nodded his head.

"We share a room." Mike pointed out to him.

"We share a room and a bathroom and sometimes shirts."

"Why all this?"

"I had to see how you would react, build up some anticipation. I was working through to see if I could go through with this."

"Why?"

"Isn't obvious? I'm a man."

"I can see that," Mike looked up and down Micky's form.

"And you were expecting a woman."

"Yes, I was."

"So either you deck me or …"

"What Micky?" Mike asked as he stepped towards Micky.

"You kiss me." Micky challenged.

Mike stopped just short of Micky. "Kiss you?" Mike asked. "You're the one who invited me here. It should be you doing the kissing."

Micky licked his lips in nervous energy. He closed the gap between them and rose a little on his toes and kissed a short peck on Mike's lips.

Mike smiled at Micky's nervousness.

"You call that a kiss?" he asked.

"Well you try being the shorter one of the two," he replied.

Mike bent down and gave Micky a kiss that he was wanting from Micky. A few moments later he pulled back.

"I hate to put a damper on this, but we have a gig to finish."

"And after that, Peter and Davy are meeting up with the gal pals for the rest of the night." Micky informed him.

"Whatcha waiting for?"

Micky turned and started running for the access ramp. Mike followed. Enjoying the site of his secret admirer in front of him and what could be happening later on.

Monkees, sometime in the morning

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 01:17:57 GMT

Title: Sometime in the Morning

By Paula c.

Fandom : Monkees

Pairing: Mike and Micky

Genre: Slash

note: words altered to fit situation

Sometime in the morning

A simple thought may occur to you,

And you hold him,

And tell him all the things you never told him.

Your love has shown me things

I never thought I could see;

I didn't know

It could be done so easily.

Now I know

You're where it is for me.

It was nice sharing a room with Mike. Over the two years we had started out as roommates. Our beds were on opposite walls and at one point a line drawn down the middle to try to keep my mess from overtaking the whole room.

It was a futile gesture.

He was doomed, doomed from the start.

And now. Well as I lay here curled up against him I find that it's a place I've always wanted to be. Who would have thought?

His arm moves, caressing my back. He's waking up.

I love it when he wakes up, especially when we don't have to be going anywhere, like a job or anything.

I look down and see his morning hard on. He's tall and thin. I've tried to take him all the way in a blow job but I just can do it.

He tells me to love him any which I can and he'll be happy with it.

I want to do it so bad but it just to hard.

I smile, an idea forming. Moving, I pillow my head on Mike's stomach and lick at the head of Mike's cock. I move a little closer to put the mushroom head in my mouth and softly suck on it.

Mike woke to having his cock in my mouth.

Hands come to my hair. He loves the thick hair. He hates it when I try to tame it.

"That's it Babe," Mike groans out.

Yeah, he loves it when I suck him in the morning. It's a hobby of mine really. He calls me slut when I go around the girls, but he really knows what I'm a slut about. Him.

I nibble the top of his cock then swirl my tongue around it.

I'm holding my cock too, pumping it. I'm hard and wanting to find relief.

Hands pull my hair a bit. He pulls me back and onto my back, with him rolling over on top of me.

"Good morning," he whispers before coming down to kiss me.

Oh yeah, he kisses. You would never think it about him but the man can kiss. And I thought I could kiss.

He grinds his pelvis against me. Gawd, I love the feel.

I try to bring my hands up hold him close, but he grabs them and holds them over my head. He's in control, like he likes to be.

Mike rubs against me, our cocks leaking, giving the slickness to glide. I move up to his down and its heaven.

He leaves the kiss to quicken the beat. I close my eyes and let him use me.

I'm coming. I spill over myself, catching it on his chest that moves over me.

He's still grunting over me, I hear the slick slide of his cock against me. And then he stops as I feel more semen come between us.

He moves to his side of the bed, panting from his exertion.

I lay there pondering, thinking how much I love this man. I roll onto my side and look at him. He looks at me and smiles.

"I love you," I tell him.

He smiles back at me.

I lean over and we kiss.

Man from UNCLE, Playing hooky

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 01:25:05 GMT

Title : hooky

By Paula c.

Fandom: Man from uncle

Pairing : Napoleon / Illya

Challenge : word of the week : friends

Napoleon sat at his desk pondering. It had been a quiet morning. His partner was in the lab doing his first love, playing in the science field. Though he, himself, could not understand it, he was fascinated in the way it brought a shine to his friend's eyes.

Oh he was good in the field, but when it came to beakers and test tubes, and mathematical formulas, Illya was in his element.

At least he was aware of this with his partner, used it much to his advantage on their missions. Illya was good, very good.

So now that he was aware of that his morning had been a complete bore, he decided to check up on his friend and see if he would like to get a bite of lunch.

Standing, he put on his suit coat and straightened his sleeves. Leaving his office he made his way along the corridor to the elevators, saying hello in passing to fellow co-workers and winking at potential Solo victims.

He entered the laboratory level and made his way to Illya's lab. He entered finding Illya and two assistants mulling over something on the far table.

As if instinctively Illya looked up to see Napoleon standing inside the doorway. He said something to his assistants and moved away to join Napoleon.

"Good," Illya looked at his watch seeing it announce 12:15, "afternoon. Is there a problem?"

"No, no. Just came to see if you would like to get away for awhile, some lunch outside somewhere."

Illya smiled, a rare thing. "That sounds good. I was just showing them an old school trick in science."

"So you have nothing pressing today?"

"No, not really. We were just cleaning the lab, seeing what supplies we need to restock." Illya took off his lab coat. On lab days, he tended to sport his black slacks, and black turtle neck.

Napoleon started to formulate a plan. "Tell them to continue inventory, you might not be back today then."

"Napoleon?"

"I'm thinking of playing some hooky. I've been totally bored out of my head in my office this morning. And since you have nothing pressing…"

Illya told his associates to continue on and if they needed him to call him. He left following Napoleon to the elevators.

Monkees, An affair to remember

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 01:10:00 GMT

Title: An affair to remember
Author: tommyboybbi
Fandom: the Monkees
Rating: g
Genre: gen
Summary: He did really do this.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, gain any money. Just the use of my mind beyond the work and family around me. I play with them and put them back on the shelf.

Mike was unhappy. This should never have made it to such proportions. But it had, in bold letters. The paper read, "Behind the lens-the Monkee and the shutterbug?" Pictures of Nuit and himself caught in a moment.

Damn tabloids.

It had been a mistake, he knew that. He was married, but he was on the road.

Holding the paper at a distance, he looked across the room. His wife didn't know. As soon as he saw the paper, he took the phone off the hook in the den.

He had to face her on this. This would not be pretty.

Beatles, drabble, What does it mean?

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 01:08:45 GMT

Title: What does it mean
Author: tommyboybbi
Fandom: the Beatles (the group)
Rating: g
Genre: gen
Summary: was it a dream?
Disclaimer: I don't own them, gain any money. Just the use of my mind beyond the work and family around me. I play with them and put them back on the shelf.

I fix a strong cup of coffee to think of what I saw last night. I wonder if it was a dream or if it was real. It sure felt real.

I saw him. John.

And then I saw her. Linda.

I'm so lacking control.

Why are they haunting me?

Why now?

I loved them both, but they both left me.

I can't tell my kids, that I see dead people, they'll think I'm loonier than when I married Heather.

But I saw them.

Conspiring together.

I see the ghost's of my past.

I can only wonder what it means.

Sentinel, the speech

bbitommyboy@gmail.com — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 00:10:51 GMT

Daily 15 # 695

The Speech

Words: 436

Gen

Sentinel

He hated the thought of having to go up there at speaking. He had done well, he know that, every day he had been reminded of it. He was setting a bar that no one expected. The teachers were skeptical about his answers, always double checking. The students who recognized him watched as he answered the questions asked of him to be correct and to the letter. He should know, the last three years had been spent watching the questions being done in real life.

So now, in dress uniform, he as about to speak before his fellow cadets, many of whom despised him for being there. He was going to speak before their families and fellow officers about what they had learned in the time at the academy.

He didn't know whose grand idea it was, other than being the top student of the class made a speech. What do you say to a group of people that didn't think you deserved to be there?

His name was announced and he stood up from his chair on the stage. The reception was cool, some clapping but not a large congratulations that one gets.

The mic was before him, saying test, test to check its level he looked at his audience.

"Many of you think that what you see is not fair. I would agree with you. But I would like to say that I am an example of learning what you can learn from your partner.

Many things that we have gone through here at the academy you will see on the streets. You will live every lesson that was brought before you in class and in book.

The street is a scary place. You will gain a new family. You will gain more than you ever thought that would come from being an officer.

Today you are told to be an officer of the law. Your conduct is an extension on how the city reflects its image.

The city is a decent place, so you will be decent. The city overcomes, as you will overcome. The city is forgiving, as you will be forgiving.

I have enjoyed my extended family for many years, as you will enjoy yours to come. The city has forgiven me, as I hope you have forgiven me.

I've done my best, as I have done in any class in my career. I've done so to make my partner and family proud. Now it's time to make our city proud of what we have all accomplished to show we are decent and forgiving to show that we are the best."