I'm reposting this because I made a change
by adding some lines to clear up a
problem Deunan pointed out when I
released it. Here you go.

Enjoy
David Lindquist
fido@rma.edu
MST 3000 "I didn't know there were THAT
many landmines left in Narnia."

Bubble Gum Crisis fan fiction: THE VISIT
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DISCLAIMER: Bubble Gum Crisis is 
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     This is my first fan fiction I have ever written. Please
give me some constructive criticism on this. Though I  
am nervous about this, it is the best way to improve my
skills. Thanks to Fcasper and Zen for the inspiration. Also,
thanks to Damon Casale, Martin P. Day, Jeane Hedge and
Deunan for their C & C .


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Bubble Gum Crisis: The Visit

by

David Lindquist
     
    

     *No one's around,*  I thought as I finished looking around 
the cemetery.*Good. It will make this easier.*  I walked 
along the graves until I came to a simple headstone 
surrounded by flowers.*From your many admirers, no 
doubt,* I thought then I checked my watch.*Hmmm...... 7:42 p.m. 
Half-hour till sunset. Painkillers should hold okay. Well then, 
let's do it.*  Standing at the foot of the grave, I gathered my 
thoughts, then spoke.

     "It's me," I said. "I'm sorry that I didn't come to the funeral.
They just released me from the hospital a couple of days
ago..... damn doctors." I shook my head, trying to clear away 
the anguish that was rising up within me. "Everyone else is 
doing as well as can be expected. Can you believe Nene made 
inspector last week? Nene's co-workers took her out after work 
to celebrate."

"She overdid it as usual." I said, a small smile creasing my lips 
at the memory of the last time I had seen Nene drunk. "You'd 
think after all this time she'd learn her limit. As for me, I'm on 
'light duty.' My shoulder is almost healed. The other wound left 
permanent scars.  I can't have children." I stood there, trying 
to gather my thoughts, when the irony of it all struck me.

 "You know what's funny?" I said, feeling myself losing the 
emotional control I had tried to build up since your death. "After 
all the boomer incidents you were involved in, all the fights you've
been in, you go and get killed by some God damn obsessed fan!!!" 
I cried as I remembered us walking out of Hot Legs club, arguing
back and forth. Seeing Daley waiting for the usual ending to happen
so he can get back to A.D.P headquarters. The guy running up, 
screaming about getting even for betraying his love. Him pulling the 
gun out. You yelling 'Look out!', as we try to go for our guns. Your 
body flying back as the bullet hits your chest. The pain of the other
two shots hitting me. Someone.... Is it Daley?.... shooting back, 
killing the bastard. Daley running up, gun drawn and 
smoking..............Damn he looks good like that.........saying
something about holding on...going into shock.... Got 
to find out if you're all right....Turn my head to look at you......Shit
that hurt...getting hazy ....DID YOU SAY I LOVE YOU!!?......Black 
out. Waking up in the hospital and being told you were dead then
realizing the truth about us..... the time I wasted........ If Nene and 
Daley hadn't been there to confirm it I'd have killed the doctor for lying 
to ....... "?"

   My new beeper must have been going off for about a minute before
I  noticed. I shut it off, then wiped the tears from my face. "I'm 
sorry, but I got to leave. They can't go anywhere without their new pilot.
Sylia probably just wants to keep an eye on me. Hey I'll have Linna
knucklebomb a boomer just for you. Good-bye Leon."

 I brushed the brown hair from my eyes. Then I took one last look
 at his headstone. It simply read: 


                                   Leon McNichol   
         Born December 8th, 2007 -- Died July 13, 2035
                             Inspector A.D.Police  

     *We'll be together soon, lover,* I thought as I started 
walking back to my bike.

    *Promise.*

                                                     THE END


           Okay, so what did you think? I had this idea ever since I 
read Zen's fanfic' Bitter End'(I consider it one of the best non-self 
insersion, non-crossover fanfics ever). I hope to get enough confidence 
to try something bigger.If this one doesn't stink too bad my next fan 
fiction should be called Nightmares and Dreams: Sylia's choice, a 
BGC fic. Part one should be out in a week or two. I also have an 
BGC/Voltron fusion in the works.My ultimate goal is still to write a 
BGC/Gargoyles crossover story but now its a matter of finding the
time. 
 Thank you.