This is really just gag that I had been thinking about since OneShot
had posted that Revenge Fic of his.  I figured an insight into my
thinking would be a good thing ... for me.  Anyhows... here it goes!

				Chance Encounter


	We Descend on a house in the middle of a valley in New Jersey.  Its
a Colonial, painted gray and outlined with red brick.  We level with
the second floor and enter through the window to see a young man
typing at a computer.

Gary Owens(Voice Over): We join our friend and semi-hero Tempest-, as
he rockets across the internet in search of the greatest fic in the
universe.

Tempest-:Ahhh, shut up, I ain't searching for anything.

Gary Owens: Pardon me for trying to give your life just the glimmer
of worth.

Tempest-: Shouldn't you be working on Space Quest 7?

Gary Owens): There isn't going to BE any Space Quest 7.

Tempest-: Doesn't that suck.  How about doing another episode of Mad
About You?

Gary Owens: Once is enough on THAT show.

Tempest-: Good point, Proceed.

Gary Owens: ... when, during his search ...

Tempest-: NO SEARCH!

Gary Owens: ... when, during his trek through the vast database that
is called the internet, he suddenly meets with a strange group of
people.

	A man in armor strolls through the doorway into his room.

Tempest-: And you are?

Man: Don't you know? You created me!

Tempest-: Richard or Seether?

Richard: RICHARD!

Tempest-: Don't yell at me! I just WROTE you, I never drew you.

Richard: So much for your impressive imagery.

Tempest-: Now that I think about it, I did draw you a few times,
you're supposed to be in Generals garb.

Richard: The prop director was short on cash, and he had just
finished taking apart the Braveheart set, so he lent me this armor.

Tempest-: Braveheart?! That's over a year old!

Richard: It was a big set...

Tempest-: Whateva

Richard: Anyway, I've been looking for you.

Tempest-: No you haven't.

Richard: Huh?

Gary Owens: At this point in time, it would be prudent to look at the
title of this fic.

Richard: Chance Encounter?  I don't get it.

Tempest-: I wrote you to be a GENIUS! You can't be 'Looking' for me
if this is a Chance Encounter.

Richard: This is a long fic, it could be referring to other
characters that are going to show up.

Tempest-: More... more characters are gonna show up? Oh geeze.. I
shoulda cleaned my room.

Richard: Your fine, anyways, I wanna know why you haven't written
anything about me in a while.  I mean, you were doing a good job in
The Heroes We Love but then you stopped when you got that partner of
yours.

Tempest-: Well, with Katie around I could divert my attention to
other things, like my Tenchi and Slayers fics.

Richard: Well... when are you gonna get back to me?

Tempest-: When I'm not so busy, okay?

Richard: You haven't been busy in a while, all you do now a days is
talk on IRC and wooon over Chris Davies.

Tempest-: Umm... I don't know what your talking about.

Richard: Get a CLUE!  You redid you homepage and the only author you
had time to make a page for was Chris Davies, you have every one of
his stories, hell, Look at the topic! He used that tag for his
timeline.

Tempest-: Not true! I changed it from Sort of a fic to Sorta Fic.

Richard: SEE! Get a life and get back to your fiction.  You have a
thousand Fic ideas on your computer and you never write them.

Tempest-: Okay, unless you have anything else to say I suggest you
leave.

Richard: Just start writing again.  And try to sway away from Sailor
Moon for a while. No one reads Sailor Moon fics anymore.

Tempest-: Okay okay, get outta here.

Richard: See ya.

	Richard leaves the room.

Tempest-: Geeze, that was a trip.

Gary Owens: It ain't over yet, boy.

Tempest-: Huh?

	A young man walks in, about Tempest-'s height, about Tempest-'s
weight, and about the same build.

Tempest-: Oh shit.

Adam Leigh: Shit is right! Look what you're doing to my image!!

Tempest-: Your image? We're the same damned person!

Adam Leigh: And I gave up putting YOUR name on my fics a long time
ago.  I'm not hiding behind pseudonyms anymore.  The only place YOU
exist is on IRC.

Tempest-: Blasphemy.

Adam Leigh: Its the truth!  I wrote these characters, not you, and
its far time I got rid of you for good.

Tempest-: Hah! You wrote me too, and you wrote me better than any
character to date.  You wrote me more powerful than Pluto!

Adam Leigh: Correction, I wrote Richard more powerful than Pluto. 
And I wrote you to be just a little weaker than Richard.  Simply put,
Richard learns, grows, and becomes more powerful.  You, are stagnant,
static, not changing. Weak.

Tempest-: I'll show you weak!

	Tempest- grabs Adam and chucks him out the window.

Gary Owens: Now THAT was a trip.

Tempest-: My thoughts exactly.

Gary Owens: I seriously hope you can exist without your writer.

Tempest-: Fool! That wasn't my writer, I'M the writer, don't you
remember I created a character called Adam Leigh for the Full Circle
series.

Gary Owens: Excuses, Excuses.

Tempest-: Just narrate, okay?

Gary Owens: And so, our writerless character is momentarily relieved,
but the flow hasn't stopped yet.

	There's a knock at the door.

Tempest-: What now? <Louder> Come in!

	Some guy, barely recognizable walk into the room.

Some Guy: Can you tell me where I am?

Tempest-: Uhh.. I'm gonna need some help on this one, Gary.

Gary Owens: Oh sure, NOW he wants my help.

Tempest-: Fine, be that way.

Some Guy: Umm.. excuse me.  Where am I?

Tempest-: You're in Jersey. Oakland, MY house to be precise.  I've
never written anyone like you before, who the hell are you?

Some Guy: Is that anywhere near Nermia.

	Tempest- falls out of his chair.

Tempest-: My god... Ryouga?

Ryouga: Yup.

Tempest-: Listen to me, you brain dead flunky.  I never have, and
never will write a Ranma � story.  Now get out of here and get lost
somewhere in Japan.

Ryouga: Umm.. just point me in the right direction.

Tempest-: GET OUT!

Ryouga: Geeze.

	Tempest- kicks Ryouga out the window.

Tempest-: I'm getting good at that, I had much better distance this
time.

Gary Owens: Was this trip really necessary?

Tempest-: Probably not. Am I done yet?

Gary Owens: Not yet.

	A young boy enters followed by a few girls.

Tempest-: At last! Someone I recognize.

Tenchi: Uhh, hi!

Ryouko: Hiya.

Aeka: Good Evening.

Mihoshi: Hiiiii!

Sasami: Hello, Adam.

Washuu: Greetings.

Tempest-: Wow, that's some role call.  Why are all you here?

Tenchi: Need to talk about 'Full Circle'.

Tempest-: Oh really?  What's on you mind?

Tenchi: Why aren't you working on it?  You seemed to enjoy it.

Tempest-: I went over this with Richard, I don't have the time right
now.

Tenchi: Oh.

Ryouko: Is Richard that good looking guy in The Heroes We Love?

Tempest-: Uhh... yeah.. I guess so...

Aeka: Which way did he go?

Mihoshi: Can I get his autograph?

	Tempest- points meekly towards the door.  The girls rush out.

Tempest-: What the hell was that all about?  I thought they only went
for YOU.

Tenchi: Umm.. well.. since you haven't been writing our story,
they've been kinda bored.

Tempest-: I didn't write them that way, did I?

Tenchi: I'm afraid you did, or at least you plan on it.  You're the
one with the thing for ...

Tempest-: Quiet you!  Don't tell anyone, I haven't written that far
yet.

Tenchi: Yes you have.

Tempest-: Well..  I haven't posted that far.

Tenchi: Well, this is your fic anyways, you tell me why they ran
after Richard.

Tempest-: Because he's incredibly handsome?

Tenchi: Hey, if that's the excuse you want. I think you just couldn't
think of an interesting dialogue with them.

Washuu: Ahem.

Tempest-: Huh? Oh, Washuu!  May I say its a pleasure to have your
acquaintance...

Washuu: Why aren't I in your fic?

Tempest-: Uh.. hehehhe... umm... I haven't written that far yet.

Washuu: So what are you waiting for?  Get to it!

Tempest-: Yes ma'am!  Right to it!

Washuu: Good, now come Tenchi, I have a few more tests to perform.

Tenchi: I'm sure there's something I've overlooked that needs to be
done..

Washuu: No excuses, come on my guinea pig!

	Washuu pulls Tenchi out of the room, Tempest- sighs.

Tempest-: How about now?

Gary Owens: Your getting warmer.

	The window suddenly opens and in flys a girl in a cape and medieval 
garb.

Lina Inverse: You!

Tempest-: Oh boy...

Lina Inverse: And WHY am I dying?

Tempest-: Oh, come on, your story is my only 'true to the series'
fic.  And besides, it makes good drama.

Lina Inverse: Good Drama!? I should fireball you right here and now!

Tempest-: Okay okay, but listen, I can't promise you won't die, but
if you survive, it'll make this Shabranigdo thing look like child's
play.

Lina Inverse: I Could Die?!! What kinda writer are you, letting your
main character die.

Tempest-: Seen what I did in 'A Different Pair Of Eyes'?

Lina Inverse: Of course!  And it was completely unnecessary.

Tempest-: I kinda *like* being a Darkfic writer.

Lina Inverse: If you kill me off...

Tempest-: Deal with it.  You should know that you're one of my
favorite magicians.

Lina Inverse: Well... of course I am.  There's no one better!

Tempest-: Right, you keep saying that to yourself, and please, use
the DOOR on your way out.

Lina Inverse: Umm... Okay.

	Lina walks out of the doorway.

Gary Owens: This is gonna look like a complete copy of what OneShot
did unless you do SOMETHING significant.

Tempest-: Like what?

	Lita and Amy walk into the room.

Lita: Wow, I was right, he DOES look like my old boyfriend.

Amy: Something tells me that the probability of that wasn't low.

Tempest-: Hey you two!  My two favorite characters, in my house!

Lita: I'm sure you had nothing to do with that, did ya?

Tempest-: Who... Me?

Lita: So what's the deal with this Heroes We Love fic?

Amy: Yes, why are you stringing us along in this story?

Tempest-: Well, I figured that Lita would be perfect to play opposite
of Richard.  You both are strong, impulsive, and will fight for what
you believe in.

Lita: [blushes] Well... at least he's good looking.

Tempest-: Uhh... right.  And He just ran out that door, if you hurry
you might be able to catch him!

Lita: Really?

	Lita dashes out of the room.

Amy: Why did you do that?

Tempest-: Couldn't think of any interesting dialog with her.

Amy: What was that?

Tempest-: Nothing nothing.  So, Amy, you don't mind playing opposite
of Gabriel Knight?

Amy: Mind? He's ten years older than me! Why would I be interested in
a guy like him.

Tempest-: Actually, he's twenty years older, but this fic takes place
in the future.

Amy: Well.. more to my point.  And he's nowhere near my intellectual
level, either.

Tempest-: No, not even close.  Compared to you, he's a Neanderthal.

Amy: Exactly.

Tempest-: But he's got the guts and the depth of character to make it
work. So we'll see what happens.

Amy: I don't like it very much.

Tempest-: I know, I'd be fool to think that a Charming, Intellectual,
and Stunningly Beautiful person like you would go along with it
willingly.

Amy: [Blushes] Why.. Why did you use capitals like that?

Tempest-: Just to stress my point.

	Tempest- reaches down to his miniature refrigerator and pulls out a
bottle.

Tempest-: Champagne?  I keep it cold just for this occasion.

Amy: [Very Red] That you meet with a Sailor Scout?

Tempest-: That I meet with the woman of my dreams.

Amy: How sweet...

Gary Owens: Oh, I'm gonna be sick.

Tempest-: I think its time we end this fic, Gary. I need to..
'discuss' some things with Amy.

Gary Owens: But you haven't finished yet.

Tempest-: [Looks at Amy] Oh yes I have.  Say hi to Pluto for me.

Gary Owens: Hi to Pluto for me.

	We pull out from the window and away from the house.

Tempest-: (Voice Over) Did I ever tell you how beautiful you look
when you dress like that?

Amy: (Voice Over) Nope.

Tempest-: Someday I will...


					Fin.


Authors Notes:  This is for anyone who thinks I can only write
SERIOUS fics.  I'm versatile, trust me.

Sailor Moon, Tenchi Muyou, Slayers, and Gabriel Knight are copyright
their respective companies and not owned by me.