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"Hey, look! A ship!" JD exclaimed. "Hey!
Those little people are tying him
down!"
Ezra smirked. "Those 'little people,' my
good Mr. Dunne, are Pirates."
"Whatever." JD sneered at the undercover
agent. "Oh, no." He giggled. "A bird's building a nest on him
and he can't get up."
"Behind you! Behind you!" Vin stood as he
pointed wildly at his screen. "There's a helicopter right
behind you!" He shook his head as he plopped disgustedly back
into his chair. "Damn crazy guy, there was a helicopter right
behind you and you can't get yer dang eyes out of them
binoculars long enough to see it?" He shook his head and threw
a pencil towards his monitor, wincing as it bounced back and
hit him in the forehead.
"Watch it, Vin. You'll poke an eye out."
Buck chortled.
"Pokin' an eye out's against the rules,
ain't it, Buck?" JD asked.
With raised eyebrows and wide eyes,
Nathan watched the sharpshooter. "Might want to take it easy,
there, Vin. You could get a serious injury doin' that." He
smiled. "Besides the fact that yer blood pressure's going to
be sky high." He laughed heartily.
Vin waved his hand towards the screen.
"It was right there, Nathan! Right behind 'im. He could've
gotten off that damn island. But, noooo, he's too blind to see
it."
Nathan looked at him sideways. "Vin," he
drew the name out. "You do realize that he's just a
screensaver?"
"Yeah, whatever," Vin answered, sounding
fed up as he watched the little bearded
man.
JD slapped himself on the forehead and
giggled. "Oh, no! He *finally* got a coconut down, and it
rolled off into the water."
"Whoo wee!" Buck wolf-whistled. "Look at
her."
"Mermaid?" JD
asked.
"Oh, *is* she." Buck smiled widely at his
screen.
"Is that automatic weapon fire coming
from your monitor, Mr. Sanchez?" asked Ezra, his eyes
momentarily coming off of his computer
screen.
"What?" Josiah glanced up and then back
down. "Oh, no. Sandcastle."
"Ah, yes." Ezra nodded his
head.
"Hey, he's sleeping. He's building a
fire. He's eating a coconut. He's building a sandcastle. He's
sleeping again. Building a fire again..." JD's running
commentary played in the background.
"Damn, loco critter," Vin raggin'
fragged. "It was right behind you." He shook his head,
frowning hard at his screen.
"Get over it, Vin. It's in the past,"
Buck admonished, a wide grin on his
face.
"You get over it, Buck. At least you got
to see him at his desk in his office. All I ever got to see
was some bugs."
"Josiah got to see him do the rain dance
and then get struck by lightning," JD piped up and then
immediately ducked back behind his computer after getting a
Tanner-glare that rivaled their
boss's.
"Don't forget last December when Ez got
to see that octopus come and steal decorations off his
Christmas tree." Buck paused. "And then there was the time
that Josiah saw him melt." He smiled wickedly at the Texan.
"You've just got to watch him closer, Tanner. You'll get to
see him do something exciting," he grinned as he added, "one
of these days."
"Yeah, and Buck, you got to see him get
eaten by that shark that one time and then spit back out,"
Nathan added, his eyes gleaming in Vin's
direction.
"Oh, I *hate* when that happens," JD
exclaimed, shuddering.
Buck's eyes danced. "Yeah, and remember
when..."
*****
In his office, Larabee chuckled lightly
as he watched his team on the live cam that he'd secretly
placed in the outer office months
earlier.
He quickly sobered as he sat back and
brought his hands away from his computer. After a minute, his
screensaver came on and his eyes narrowed as he glared at the
screen. For a while he sat silently. Then he suddenly stood,
shaking his fist at his screensaver ...for on his computer,
Johnny Castaway never did any of the interesting things that
happened on the other men's computer screens. No, all he'd
ever do was sit on the edge of the island, his eyes wide open,
his body moving slightly, looking for all the world like he
was scared to death.
Must be a bug,
Chris thought to himself. Why else would he
do all of those things on the other guy's computers and
not on mine?
He shook his head and sighed as he reached up and moved his
mouse, once again effectively ending the small man's existence
on his computer screen.
***** Marooned on an island somewhere inside
Chris Larabee's computer, Johnny Castaway #4786931 dared not
move, his mind screaming at him to freeze as if his
very life depended on it.
Is he still out
there?
He wasn't sure and he was too scared to even turn his head a
fraction of an inch to find out.
If I don't move, he won't see me... If I
don't move, he won't see me... If I
don't move, he won't see me, he repeated
silently as he rocked back and forth, his hands wrapped around his knees.
Is he still there? Oh, god, I'm too scared to look.
He shook his head slightly.
Johnny, you need a new
job, he
silently scolded himself and then whined,*this*
is why we need a Union.It
wasn't fair. His friends got all the cushy jobs, and he got
*his* computer.
Oh, get away from me,
you damn bird. Go build yer nest somewhere
else,
he wanted to yell, but dared not even say the words out
loud.
Is he still out
there?
He swallowed hard as he rocked.
He can smell fear... He can smell fear... He can...
September
2002
Please let me know what you think.
I'd love to know. Ruby
:)
[email protected]
Johnny Castaway's Home
Page
The screensaver really
is a hoot. Check it out. :)
This all came about
because my mom and I were watching Johnny on my computer and I
laughed and told her I was going to write
Johnny Castaway
Fanfiction. There's got to be some angst there, you
know... I could have some h/c... maybe some...ah...
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