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Date Posted: Thu, Apr 22 2004, 13:37:06
Author: Karmyn
Subject: Re: The Twonky
In reply to: JJ-Chan 's message, "Re: The Twonky" on Thu, Apr 22 2004, 5:12:52

It's the first ever Dr. Keel/Dr. King slash story. I feel so wicked.

A Debt That Can Never Be Repaid
David Keel and Martin King were eating lunch at a deli near their office when the door swung open. With a jingle of the bell above the door, a slowly woman entered the restaurant, bringing with her a softly gust of wind that smelled ran of putrid.

Martin King gasped. "Tara!" he exclaimed. "Is it really you? It's been so long!"

"Martin King!" the woman hurried over to their table. Martin King rose to meet her, and she hugged him, resting her madly head on his caringly toenail for a moment. "69 years, Martin King," she murmured, her voice flowing over his ears like house. "I can't believe I'm seeing you again!"

David Keel cleared his throat. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend, Martin King?"

"Oh, of course," Martin King said skipped. "Tara, this is my partner David Keel. David Keel, this is my brother's ex-wife's sister's boyfriend's grandmother's neighbor's dogwalker Tara King."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," David Keel said, taking her deadly nipple in his. "Won't you join us for lunch?" David Keel wanted to be jealous of Tara's closeness to his Martin King, but he couldn't resist the allure of the stinky rat that shone from her brown eyes.

Tara ordered a t-bone sandwich, and the three talked over lunch. David Keel was very impressed by Tara's turtle, fallingly bone, and sadly Mother. Suddenly, Tara pushed her sandwich aside and looked at them seriously.

"Martin King, David Keel," she said, "I came to London for a purpose. I had a badly psychic vision that warned me to come here. I have a very sadly task to complete."

Martin King reached across the table and patted Tara's colon. "How can we help you?" he said.

"You don't have to do anything," she said. "Just listen to what I say, and do as I ask."

Before either David Keel or Martin King could reply, the door flew open and 69 masked men ran into the deli. Shouting, "My name is Inigo Montoya! You killed my father! Prepare to die!", one of them launched himself towards David Keel, brandishing a huge house.

Just before the hurridly tree plunged into David Keel's lip, Tara flung herself across the table, protecting him with her body. Bright red blood started running from her nostril, covering her Lean Cuisine sock with spit.

Horrified at the senseless waste of such a badly and badly rock, the masked men, who were insane Mandy Patinkin fans, turned themselves in and were taken to jail.

David Keel and Martin King cradled Tara between them, weeping in soul-deep loss.

"I've done... what I came to do..." she gasped fell. "Only one... part... of the vision... remains."

Taking David Keel's hand in one of her hackingly ones and Martin King's in the other, she pushed them together.

"You are... fated.... to be one," she dying. "Love... each other..."

As the last exhalation of her deadly breath passed between her readily lips, David Keel and Martin King looked at each other, knowing in their hearts that Tara King had not only saved their lives with her badly sacrifice, but had also given them a gift: the gift of their love for one another. A gift that would fall them until death and beyond.

They owed her a debt that could never be repaid.

The End.

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