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Conversations Part 1

Summary : If you want your fic to go well, ask the characters for help.
Rating : G
Pairing : None (Myron Goldman / Johnny McKay implied)
Disclaimer : None of the characters are mine. If they were, they'd be naked more often.

Authors Note : I was in a silly mood. I apologise! This is very loosely based on an idea I read about a "Sub-Reality Cafe". I don't remember where I found it. In case you didn't realise - this is a conversation between me and Myron Goldman.

"But why me?"

Myron was whining at me as we sat together in the cafe. I hate it when a grown man whines. Must remember that.

He was dressed casually, in navy blue trousers and a white shirt. He wasn't working, so I preferred to see him out of uniform. He'd recovered nicely from the last set of wounds - the scar on his forehead barely showed up unless you were looking for it. I've been planning a new fic and I wanted to get his opinion on it. After all, despite everything, it's easier to have his assistance when writing. He has a nasty habit of sending my stories in the wrong direction unless I discuss them with him first.

"Because you're by far the most angsty of the whole Platoon. And it's fun watching Zeke's reaction when you get hurt."

The whining expression turned to a look of hatred. I wasn't asking for much from him, just a few broken bones. Maybe a little bit of torturing. I've written plenty of nice stories for him recently, I really don't understand why he was complaining. He always gets some lovin' when it's over.

"That's not what you want at all. I've read your notes. You fully intend to throw me out of a chopper and leave me to be tortured and probably killed."

I shook my head.

"No, no, no. Why would I kill you? No-one would read that. Just the torture. And it's not just you, Johnny will be with you."

I smiled sweetly at him. Or tried to. It may have looked rather predatory.

"Oh yeah," he replied, a little sarcastically, I thought, "'cos McKay's gonna be a whole lotta use. What's he planning to do, flirt with the VC?"

Sometimes the problems between those two get slightly out of control. Johnny's not all that bad, but Myron just can't stand working with him. And I've tried so hard to get those two together. I know they want to. Just got to convince them of it.

"Now, Myron, play nice. You know full well that Johnny's the same rank as you and has gone through all the same training as you. Just because he doesn't look quite so hot carrying a gun as you do, doesn't mean he can't use one."

Myron grinned at the last comment. That damn man. He know's he's hot - he just likes hearing me say I think he's hotter than Johnny. He is. Sometimes.

"So who does the comforting this time?"

Ah-ha. Got him. I knew he'd be interested in *that* bit.

"I was thinking you and Johnny could bond over the experience."

"Again? Was the nightmare stuff not enough? I just don't like being comforted by McKay. It's like cuddling up to a python."

I giggled.

"That wasn't what I meant," he continued, annoyed at my gutter mind. "I never know when McKay's going to bite."

Another giggle.

"Oh, For crying out loud, woman. Is that all you think about?"

I considered for a moment. Then nodded my head.

"Pretty much."

He sighed. "Why did you even bother asking me this time?"

"Well, you see, there was this story about Johnny and Doc. And they just weren't behaving. Wanted to 'get to know each other' - can you believe it? So I figured that if I spoke to you about it, you might be willing to help me out with this one."

He dropped his head onto his arms and mumbled something.

"Pardon?"

He looked up at me.

"Fine. Whatever."

I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "You're a sweetie, you know that?"

"Come off it. We both know that the only reason I'm agreeing is because I don't want you comparing me to McKay."

"Probably," I agreed. "But it worked."

Fin.