first draft

[kayeaton]

All right, I give up. Did I die in my sleep? They always told me about clouds and white angel wings when I was a girl, though nothing says they had to be right about that--it's not like any of them had died before. This place has the white gowns, at least, so that's a point in favor of the theory.

But maybe it isn't Heaven--let's see, what're the other options? The future? I always imagined more city and less wildlife, and I wouldn't've figured on wings as the next big fad, but this isn't bad looking, for a future. Another planet entirely? Doesn't really explain the wings. An alternate dimension? Could explain the wings, if there're alternate dimensions out there where everyone has wings. Hell, maybe it's the past, though I think they skipped the Time of the Bird People back in history class.

Maybe I've just fallen into Wonderland.

Comments

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

That's what it sounds like, vacation for the foreseeable future.

And that'd be a crying shame. So what do you do, if pointing people toward the guide is just a hobby?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Vacation? Oh, that's a good one.

[ just ignoring that hobby line. ] I'm the country doctor around these parts.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

No deadlines to meet, nothing to copy-edit? That sounds like a vacation to me.

Well, I'll be sure to come to you if I break something trying to use these wings. What's your name?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

A paper-pusher, huh.

You know, I've lost count the number of times I've told people to leave their damn wings alone, so I'll just save myself a job. [ a beat. ] Leonard McCoy.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Not for years. [Thank God.] I'm a writer.

There's no point to having them if you're not going to...you don't say. They don't happen to call you Bones around here, do they?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ oh boy. any comment about his career is derailed by that mention of his nickname and he sighs. ]

One or two people might call me that.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

[Poor Bones. ♥ Meanwhile, Kay is the most delighted thing in the history of delighted things.]

Oh, what I wouldn't give for my friend, Benny, to be here right now. He'd flip his lid to meet you.

In any case, Doctor McCoy, you can rest assured that I won't try jumping off any roofs to fly just yet. They seem awfully small to do much flying with.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he would.

[ after all, it hadn't even been an entire month since one of the turtles had asked for his autograph. and all he had wanted to do was get Mr Scott's device out of his hands. ]

Well, that certainly puts my mind at ease. I'm no aeronautic, but those wings are too small to do anything other than hover like a damn fool.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

[It seems in poor taste to tell a fictional character about the fellow who created him--like revealing the face of God--and so Kay drops that particular subject.]

I'll take looking like a damn fool if it means the wings do something other than make it impossible to sleep on my back. Do you really see that many wing-related injuries?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I've seen one or two cases. A friend of mine managed to get them burnt and that was before I was brought here.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Yikes. And here I thought banging them against the doorframe was bad. Well, we'll add "don't burn them" to the list of things to avoid.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ hah. he's starting to like you already. ]

Good girl.