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PCC Fred

Space Pope
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« Reply #520 on: 01-25-2006 05:08 »

I've finally finished reading it, and I'm totally gobsmacked.  Are you sure this is your first fanfic?  In which case I'm doubly impressed.  How you've taken such a simple idea and added so much depth and colour to it is beyond me.  I especially like the detail you've added to Leela's life, all of which could well be true given what we know about her.  And I agree with everyone who's complemented your narrative style.  Of all the fanfics I've read, this is one of the easiest to get into and stay interested in.

I don't think the characters are out of character at all.  A lot of crap fanfics are written by people who seem to think that 'in character' means Fry has to be consistently and monotonously as dumb as a post, Hermes' speech has to be Jamaicanised TO THE MAX!!!, and Bender has to say 'meatbag' or similar virtually every line.  That isn't original or clever writing, that's just aping what they've seen on the show.  But you actually seem to have a grip on what makes these characters tick, and they come across as true to life.  Fry's devotion to Leela, and his determination to cling on to what seems a hopeless cause, comes across perfectly.  And having been in the same situation myself, I can empathize with Leela's growing irritation at being stuck in hospital while she recuperates, and her annoyance at the people around her being over-protective.

If there's one critisicm I'd make, it's that the argument between Fry and Leela's parents over cutting her life support seems somewhat contrived, as well as breaking up the flow of the story slightly.  That being said, you've done a great job of explaining why Leela only wanted to be kept on life support for several days back when she thought she had nothing to live for.

In short, brilliant work.  I can't wait for the next installment.  smile
Shiny

Professor
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« Reply #521 on: 01-25-2006 11:37 »

[Scruffy] Second. [/Scruffy]  big grin
Blane

Professor
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« Reply #522 on: 02-01-2006 07:48 »
« Last Edit on: 02-05-2006 00:00 »

Well i just finished reading it all and i have to say that it was one better fic's ive read. I would of said best but that would of sounded dumb so im just going to sit here thinking it loudly. Can't wait for the next part! The shipper part of my brain is freaking out!

Venus

Urban Legend
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« Reply #523 on: 02-05-2006 03:15 »
« Last Edit on: 02-05-2006 03:15 »

Short. But all i got for now.

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Taco Bellevue Hospital
8:42 am
Recovery: Day 3   


Fry wandered through the large glass double doors at the entrance to the hospital. Even though last night had been his second night away from Leela it hadn’t been much easier than the first. This time she had allowed him to stick around until almost ten o’clock before sending him on his way. He had obediently gone home and spent half the night wandering around his apartment like a lost puppy. Bender had found this amusing at first, until Fry’s nocturnal prowling had interfered with his sleep mode. He had finally had to threaten Fry’s prized holophoner to get him to retreat to his room for the night.

At least the nightmares hadn’t been as bad. He’d only had three this time. And it hadn’t taken him nearly as long to console himself afterwards. He was quite proud of himself for that. But it was a victory he would have to keep to himself. Leela wasn’t even aware that he had been having nightmares and he didn’t want to make her feel even guiltier than she already did.

He exited the elevator on the fourth floor and rounded the corner, walked down the hall to her room and opened the door. She wasn’t there. Fry froze. It didn’t make sense. The bed had been made, the I.V. stand was missing and the heart monitor was turned off the wires wrapped neatly and placed up on hooks at the side of the machine. Beginning to panic Fry scanned the rest of the room. All of Leela’s personal affects were still piled on a chair. As was his jacket, folded neatly and placed on the end table. But she was nowhere to be found. Fry ripped Amy’s phone out of his pocket and scanned the recent entries. There were no missed calls listed. If something had happened they should have called him. So where the hell was she?

Racing terrified out of her room he flung himself at the nurses’ station. “Where is she?!” He demanded of the first nurse he saw. The nurse looked up at him amused. Wordlessly he pointed to his left. Fry turned to look, and there she was. Safe and whole and obviously fresh from a shower. She was wrapped in a white terrycloth robe with Bellevue stamped on the front pocket. Her hair hung loose at her waist, the dampness accentuating its length. Humming contentedly to herself she made her way down the hallway dragging her I.V. stand behind her. It was clear she hadn’t noticed him yet. Which was good for Fry, allowing him a few seconds to regain his composure as well as his dignity. Or at least some of his dignity.

“Someone is totally whipped.” the nurse snickered.

“Shut up.” Fry shot back.

When Leela finally spotted him she smiled happily and altered her course in his direction. His impulse was to run to her but he stamped it down and walked over nonchalantly.

“You’re in an awfully good mood this morning.” Fry observed once he reached her.

“I’m going home today.” She explained cheerfully.

Fry’s eyes widened. “You are? That’s great! When did your doctor decide that?”

“Oh he doesn’t know about it yet.” She answered as she walked into her room leaving Fry standing bewildered in the hallway.

“Say what?”

“They can’t hold me here against my will. So if I want to leave he has no choice but to let me go.” She grabbed her brush from the chair, sat down on the edge of her bed and began brushing the tangles out of her hair.

“But Leela,” Fry stepped into her room, allowing the door to close behind him. “You’re still under observation. They wanna keep you here so they know you’re safe.”

“You were with me all day yesterday, you saw for yourself, I’m fine.” She tossed a section of brushed hair over her shoulder and started in on the other side.
   
“I don’t like this Leela, you should stay here.”

“How come it’s okay for you to sign yourself out A.M.A but not me?” She shot back.

Fry looked startled.

“Amy told me what you did. You signed yourself out not even an hour after major surgery. I gave them two whole days.”

“That…that was different.”

Leela walked back over to the chair, set down her brush and began rummaging for her scrunchie. “How?”

Fry struggled for an explanation. “You were hurt, and I needed to get to you. Your hair looks good like that, leave it down. And I didn’t leave the hospital, I just moved floors.”

Leela abandoned her scrunchie search and sat back down on the bed. “I’m fine. And I’m leaving. That’s final.” She reached across the bed and hit the call button on her bedside table.

“But Leela-”

“Look Fry, all I do here is lie in bed and stare at the wall. I can accomplish that just as well on my parent’s couch.”

Fry was horrified. “You’re going to the sewers?! But your immune systems all depressed!”

Suppressed.”

“The point is it’s not working right!”

“You obviously haven’t seen my mothers cleaning cabinet. She has enough chemicals to sterilize a third world country. The mutants keep their city clean. As long as I don’t go swimming in the sewage lake, which believe me I don’t intend to, I’ll be fine.”

At that point the door opened and Dr. Marsters walked in. “Is something wrong?”

“Yes!” Fry exclaimed. “Help me talk some sense into her!”

Leela rolled her eye. “I want to leave. So bring me whatever paperwork I need to get out of here today.” 

The doctor frowned. “I really wouldn’t recommend that.”

“I know. That’s why they call it signing out Against Medical Advise.”

“But you’re still on antibiotics…”

“You have them in pill form correct?”

“Well, yes but-”

“Just write me a prescription then.”

“What about her Z-cells?” Fry asked.

“Her T-cell count you mean? It’s still low…”

“But you told me this morning that it’s higher than yesterdays count, which means I am improving.” Leela insisted.

“Yes, but you’re the only survivor of Space-Bee venom in medical history, we don’t know what complications you‘re at risk for. That’s why we want to keep you here on observation. So if a problem does come up we’ll be able to treat you in a timely manor. Now I admit I can’t hold you here against your will, but you would be putting yourself at great risk if you leave this hospital before being cleared.”

“I understand the risks.” Leela stated. “But I’m willing to take them.”

Fry looked helplessly up at Dr. Marsters. But there was nothing the doctor could do. He sighed. “Alright, I’ll get the paperwork.”

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Shinyyyyyyyyy, Laylaaaaaaaa, Bergeyyyyyy your turn now!
Blane

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« Reply #524 on: 02-05-2006 03:28 »

YAY

taaaaaank you! Very good. I;m not going to try and review it or anything but i did notice that you left a p out of Suppressed

Can't wait for day 4
Ralph Snart

Agent Provocateur
Near Death Star Inhabitant
DOOP Secretary
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« Reply #525 on: 02-05-2006 21:56 »

Whoa!  Venus slipped an update under the radar!

How dare Leela use logic against Fry ("if you can check yourself out AMA, then why can't I?" )  She knows that his learning disability will prevent him from having a logical answer.  And she did it without having to threaten or intimidate Fry.

The update was short but sweet.  The nice part was the nurse saying that Fry was whipped.  A pity that he has never gotten far enough with Leela to be whipped...

Okay you cunts, let's see what you can do now.
PCC Fred

Space Pope
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« Reply #526 on: 02-06-2006 18:16 »

I once signed out of hospital A.M.A.  The end result was a lovely 100-mile car journey home, all the while feeling like I'd been punched in the gut by Tyson.

Poor Fry.  Even though Leela's awake and recovering he's still finding ways to let his imagination run away with him!  Great update, Venus.
Shiny

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« Reply #527 on: 02-06-2006 20:05 »
« Last Edit on: 02-06-2006 20:05 »

Woooooo!  I knew it was coming...Leela's not a "sit still and be patient" (or be a patient, heh-heh) kind of person.

 
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“How come it’s okay for you to sign yourself out A.M.A but not me?”

Poor Fry missed the obvious comeback: "Because I'm stupid and you're not!"  But of course, if he'd thought of it, he wouldn't BE stupid, which would invalidate the argument.

It's sweet and angsty and funny, but I'm kind of glad Leela's getting her energy back.  It proves she really is feeling better, and sets up conflict....lovely, angsty conflict.  Oh, I can't wait to get to her parents' house....   big grin

Oh, and btw, no promises, but...I did manage to break the writer's roadblock in my mind.  I think.  This week will be hectic but I'll see what I can manage.  Toodles, Venus dear!

  love
SpaceCase

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« Reply #528 on: 02-07-2006 13:00 »

 
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Originally posted by Shiny:
... It's sweet and angsty and funny...
What she said!
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... I'm kind of glad Leela's getting her energy back... [it]  sets up conflict... lovely, angsty conflict.  Oh, I can't wait to get to her parents' house...
BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!  evil laugh

*Ahem*  eek

Sorry about that...  frown

<Bites tounge>   hmpf

Please keep up the excellent work Venus!   love
Jensor

Bending Unit
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« Reply #529 on: 02-08-2006 00:14 »

Hurray!  An update!  Take your time but hurry up, I'm anxious to read the next one.  =)
Shiny

Professor
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« Reply #530 on: 02-08-2006 01:28 »

 
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Take your time but hurry up


  laff

I know how you feel...   wink


Venus, he speaks for all of us.  I pray your creativity comes easily and often and well!
NIC2001

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« Reply #531 on: 02-08-2006 13:18 »

Nice update Venus.

Your right Venus, Leela's hair does look better down. I like how you made Fry tell her. (Right in the middle of is explanation)

Keep it up.

 
DrThunder88

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« Reply #532 on: 02-09-2006 00:45 »

 
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“You obviously haven’t seen my mothers cleaning cabinet. She has enough chemicals to sterilize a third world country."

A population control joke?  Hilarious and controversial: kudos.

Well, V, I appreciate you holding back on the updates until I returned from my little sabbatical from fanfics.  Your stuff, as usual, has been good stuff.  Stuff worthy of high praise.
Venus

Urban Legend
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« Reply #533 on: 02-09-2006 00:59 »

That population control joke was completely accidental. but now that you've pointed it out to me from now on i'll say it's on purpose.

My subconscious is evidently eviler that i thought.
JBERGES

Urban Legend
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« Reply #534 on: 02-13-2006 00:43 »
« Last Edit on: 02-13-2006 00:43 »

*catches up with stuff he's missed*

Yay!  Multiple servings of angst! Hmm, would that make it... *writes down pun for later use*   big grin
 
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What about her Z-cells?” Fry asked.

“Her T-cell count you mean?"
Heh. Was Fry somehow getting his statistics confused with biology, or is it your clever subconsious again? Regardless, solid fun work as always Venus.

Though, I must disagree with NIC, Leela's hair... well actually, almost any hair looks better up than down. However, I've yet to meet anyone that shares this opinion... so I suppose I'm weird.
Blane

Professor
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« Reply #535 on: 02-13-2006 01:32 »

I agree! Hair always look better against the better judgement of gravity!
Shiny

Professor
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« Reply #536 on: 02-13-2006 03:00 »

So like, you guys must go through your weight in mousse each year, right?

 tongue

Personally, I like both gravitational and anti-gravitational hairstyles; which looks better depends on the shape of the face and the style of clothing below it, the personality of the wearer, the formality of the occasion, the skill of the hair-manipulator, etc.

Blane

Professor
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« Reply #537 on: 02-13-2006 03:32 »

Yeah, i still hate loser goths/punks with hair straighter than ron jeremy. Everytime i see one i think their hair is pointing at something in the sky, so i feel the urge to look up. "It's a cloud...big deal"
Shaucker

Professor
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« Reply #538 on: 02-13-2006 12:35 »

I LOOOOOOVE Fry's constant medical malaprops. You'd think he'd learn after the first few.....Kudos, Venus.
Jensor

Bending Unit
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« Reply #539 on: 02-28-2006 23:44 »
« Last Edit on: 02-28-2006 23:44 »

I hope Venus is still out there somewhere.

Edit:  Finally, 100 posts.  Upgrade those stars!
LordZoidberg

Delivery Boy
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« Reply #540 on: 03-01-2006 11:24 »

great keep up the good work
Venus

Urban Legend
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« Reply #541 on: 03-18-2006 01:53 »
« Last Edit on: 04-15-2006 00:00 »

Yay! I won Poster of the Month last month! I'da celebrated earlier but real life kicked my ass. So i'll just go ahead and make my speech now:

It's about damn time! Almost five years and it takes you this long to realize my greatness?? I'd just like to take a moment to thank all of the little people i had to step on to get to where i am today. And to reward you, my peons, is a large hunk o' story.


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 Taco Bellevue Hospital, room 413
9:45 am
Recovery: Day 3


“I don’t like this Leela. I really don’t like this…”

Leela continued shoving her personal items into the plastic sack the hospital had provided her. “You’ve made that more than clear.”

“Something could go wrong…”

“Nothing is going to go wrong.”

“You don’t know that! You’re not clairviant!”

“I think you mean clairvoyant.”

Fry growled in frustration. “You’re not being careful with yourself! That’s exactly what got you in here in the first place!”

Leela pursed her lips but refused to rise to his bait.

This only served to frustrate Fry further. “Damn it Leela, I don’t wanna lose you! I’m not strong enough to go through this all again.”

Leela paused for a moment and looked up into his fear-filled eyes. Her face softened somewhat. “I appreciate the sentiment Fry, but you don’t have to worry about me. I can take care of my-”

Fry cut her off, frantic. “Don’t say that! That’s the last thing you said before you got stung!”

Leela sighed and resumed her packing. “I heard the lecture from my doctor Fry, I don’t need to hear it from you. I’ve made my decision.”
   
Feeling helpless, Fry flipped anxiously through a small notepad. “I don’t think I got everything.”

After Leela had signed all of the medical release forms, Dr. Marsters had given her detailed instructions on her aftercare including what pills to take and when, what symptoms to be on the lookout for and what foods and medications were to be avoided. (To her horror she was still barred from coffee.) Determined to do his part to keep Leela healthy Fry had taken extensive notes. But his penmanship had never been the greatest and now he was having a hard time reading over what he had written.

“It doesn’t matter, they gave me print-outs.” Leela made one last scan of the room to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. The only thing left were the flowers. The first bouquet had wilted considerably, but the second still had a few more good days left in it.

“Could you carry those for me? I’d like to keep them.” Fry shoved the notepad into his jacket pocket and retrieved the flowers from the end table. Her fondness of the flowers pleased him to no end. The pride at having provided her with something she valued distracted him from nagging her all the way out of the hospital and halfway down the block. But it wasn’t long before he started in on her again.

“I’m just sayin’ that maybe the sewers aren’t the best place for a recovery. I’m sure your parents would understand if you took a day or three before going down there.”

“I’m sure they would.” Leela agreed. “But I want to spend the extra time with them.”

“But at the expense of your health-”

Leela halted and sighed deeply. “Fry we’ve had this conversation already. I get it.  You’re concerned. It’s very sweet of you, but I’ve made up my mind. Besides, I’m perfectly safe with them, you have nothing to worry about.”   

“If I got nothin’ to worry about, then why do my insides feel all wiggly?”

Leela bent down to uncap the manhole that would lead them down into the mutant city. “Because you’re overreacting.” She answered before beginning her descent. Fry had no choice but to follow her down the ladder which coincidently dropped them practically in the Turanga’s back yard. It was a small favor that Fry was grateful for. The sooner he got her inside and settled the sooner he could relax.   

Leela walked up the boarded plank sidewalk at the front of the house with Fry trailing a few feet behind her. No sooner had she pushed open the door she was almost completely engulfed by tentacles.

“Mmph. Hi Mom.”

“Oooh, my baby, my Leela, thank God!”

Munda pulled back, holding her daughter out at arms length so she could get a good look at her. Her eye brimmed with tears.

“Oh please don’t start crying.” Leela begged. “Because if you start crying I’ll start crying and then we’ll both be crying and won’t be able to stop.” But it was too late. Munda dissolved into tears with Leela not far behind.

They fell sobbing into the others arms, each apologizing profusely. Munda, for pulling Leela’s life-support, and Leela for putting Munda in the position to make that decision to begin with.

As the women consoled each other Morris tapped Fry on the shoulder to get his attention and then ushered him into the living room.

“How’s she doing?” He asked once they were safely out of the girls’ earshot.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Fry stated stiffly.

“You know as well as I do if I ask her she’ll just insist she’s fine whether it’s true or not. But you’ve been with her. You’ve watched her…So how is she?”

The raw desperation in the older man’s face softened Fry’s hostility somewhat. He was still angry with them for making the decision that they had, but now that he had Leela back safe and whole a lot of his rage had dissipated.

“She’s doing okay.” He confirmed softly.

Morris nodded, relieved and then went to greet his daughter. By that time his girls had gotten a hold of themselves. They pulled apart as he approached allowing Leela to step into his arms.

“I’m sorry daddy.” She whispered.

“It wasn’t your fault, kitten. No one could have known.”

Leela pulled back when she felt a small tugging at the bottom of her pant’s leg. Glancing down she saw Nibbler pawing at her as he held something in his mouth. When he saw he had her attention he backed up a few steps and laid the item at her feet. Curious, Leela reached down to pick it up.

“My coffee shirt! I was wondering where this went!” She picked Nibbler up, who purred happily against her chest.

Stepping up behind Leela, Munda placed her tentacle on her daughter’s shoulder.

“You should sit. You shouldn’t be on your feet this soon.”

Leela allowed herself to be led to the couch. Her family fluttered around her, taking her bag for her and fetching her pillows. Fry remained by the door, unsure of what to do with himself but reluctant to leave. Munda, ever the mother, picked up on this immediately.

“You’re welcome to stay for dinner Philip.” She invited as she draped a blanket across Leela’s lap. Leela hadn’t especially needed a blanket but was enjoying being fussed over way too much to say otherwise.

“I don’t wanna cramp your family time.” Fry said hesitantly. Munda waved her tentacle dismissively. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re always welcome here.”

Fry brightened. “Thanks Mrs. Munda, I’d love to.”

Leela looked startled. As Fry walked over, placed her flowers on the table and sat beside her on the couch she leaned over so only he could hear her. “Since when are you on a first name basis with my mother?” she demanded.

“Ever since she said ‘Mrs. Turanga’ made her feel old.”

“Then why does she call you Philip?”

“I u’nno. ‘Cause she wants to I guess. And who am I to argue with my future mother-in-law?” He leered at her, lounge-lizard style, knowing he was putting himself on thin ice but loving her annoyed expression regardless.

“Fry…” Leela warned under her breath her tone making it clear he was dangerously close to finding himself in trouble. 

“Well,” Munda stated happily. “I’d better go get dinner started.” 

“But it’s only ten o’clock and it’s just going to be the four of us.” Leela pointed out.

“It’s a special occasion which deserves a large meal.” She insisted. “Besides, I need to get some more meat on the two of you. You’ve practically wasted away!”

Fry and Leela looked at each other then down at themselves.

“I’ve lost maybe a dress size-”

“A size and a half!” Munda interrupted accusingly.

“I think I’d rather keep it off if I can.”

Fry poked himself in the gut. “I’m still squishy.”

Munda placed her tentacles on her hips and narrowed her eye.

“But a hot meal would be great!” Fry added quickly. Leela nodded with an innocent smile.

“I thought so.” Munda admonished as she headed toward the kitchen.

 Morris gave Fry and Leela an amused grin. “She goes into mother-mode quick, doesn’t she? Like she never missed a day.”


Residence of Turanga Morris & Munda
5:45 pm
Recovery: Day 3


“Uh…Mom? You think you might’ve overdone things? Just a little bit?”

The dining room table creaked ominously as Munda laid the last serving dish in the center. The profusion of food present could have easily fed the entire Planet Express crew…for several days. Even Nibbler, who was riding on Leela’s shoulder, and had once emptied out a local zoo looked a little overwhelmed.

“Just eat what you can, the rest will keep in the fridge.”

“Wow that must be some fridge!” Fry exclaimed as he took his seat next to Leela.

As everybody settled themselves around the table Leela plucked Nibbler off of her shoulder and deposited him gently on the floor. He whined pathetically.

“Relax.” She whispered to him, “There’ll be plenty left for you when we’re done.” He seemed to accept this and curled up under her chair swiping at her boot every now and again to be sure she didn’t forget he was there.

“Alright everyone, dig in while it’s still hot!” On Munda’s command the small room was filled with the sounds of plates being passed around, silverware clinking, and indignant pets making their presence known.

“Morris! Don’t feed the cat!”

“Fine.” Morris moved his hand, gripping the small shred of grilled rat, from in front of Muffin’s eagerly awaiting face to in front of the snake that grew in place of her tail.

“Don’t feed the snake either!”

“But it’s my snake.” Morris pointed out smugly as the snake accepted the treat, ignoring the angry glares coming from the cat.   

“Once you teach them begging pays off they’ll never let us eat in peace!”

Morris playfully rolled his eye and Munda smacked him gently on the shoulder. Leela smiled happily. She loved watching her parents interact. Even when they nagged each other the love was evident. Leela could only hope she would be able to have a relationship like that someday. 

“It’s so nice to have the whole family together for dinner.” Munda stated contentedly.

Fry looked away from the mirror mounted on the wall behind Munda’s head that he had been using as a way to gaze at Leela without anyone noticing. “But I’m here an’ I’m not family.”

Munda shrugged. “We all know it’s just a matter of time.”

Fry brightened, delighted at having their approval. Leela however, who had been in mid-sip of her ice tea, nearly drowned herself in surprise.

“My word Leela, are you alright?” Munda asked alarmed, as Leela hacked and sputtered inelegantly. Feeling somewhat hurt Fry slouched in his chair.

Finally regaining control of herself Leela gave her mother an embarrassed and indignant glare. “Could you warn me next time?!”   

Confused, Munda glanced back and forth between the now downtrodden delivery boy and her annoyed daughter. Finally everything clicked.

“I…think…I may have misread the situation…” 

Leela nodded vehemently and Fry sighed. Morris, who had been silent during the altercation sent Fry a sympathetic look. He too knew the frustration of fighting for a woman uninterested.   

For the next few minutes an awkward silence filled the small dining room but eventually small-talk permeated and the general mood became more relaxed. The rest of the meal was finished in peace and despite Munda’s insistence that Fry and Leela have seconds, there were still plenty of leftovers by the time everyone had eaten their fill. As promised Leela sent a substantial portion of leftover meat Nibbler’s way, which the grateful animal practically inhaled, and even snuck a few covert bites over to Muffin. Munda noticed, as mothers always seem too, but delivered nothing more than a raised eyebrow.

“Oh sure, she gets away with it!” Morris griped.

As Munda stacked the dirty dishes to be taken to the sink Leela leapt up to assist. “What are you doing?” Munda demanded looking startled. “I’m helping you do the dishes…like I always do.” Came her daughter’s somewhat confused reply.  Munda balked. “That’s really not necessary…after all you’ve been through.”

“Sleeping?”

“I’d feel so much better knowing you were resting.”

Leela sighed and tried not to let herself get too frustrated. “But mom, I’ve done nothing but rest for the past two weeks. Besides it’s not like dish washing is an especially strenuous activity.”

Munda bit her lip. The urge to hover over her baby was strong. But Leela was an adult and Munda trusted that her daughter knew her limits. Finally she relented.

“Alright. But if you start feeling even the tiniest bit tired you drop what you’re doing and go lie down on the couch. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

Morris and Fry helped transport all of the cookware into the kitchen sink and once the girls were set up they wandered towards the living room.

“So…” Morris started, “You and my daughter…complicated relationship?”

Fry nodded. “I’m tryin’, but it’s hard. I’m not always so smart. I don’t always do the right things. And sometimes Leela gets mad at me for it. I think she wants someone smart like she is.”

“Keep working on it, she’ll come around.” The older man encouraged. “There’s more important things than being an intellectual. Munda didn’t exactly fall into my arms the day I met her. I had to chase her around for a while.”

Fry brightened somewhat, hopeful that with Leela’s parents on his side, putting in a good word for him, Leela’s perception of him as possible boyfriend material might change.

“So you’re okay with Leela being with someone like me?”

“As much as the thought of some man putting his hands on my little girl makes my skin crawl, it is what she wants. And I’d much rather see her with someone like you, who loves and wants to protect her, than with someone who just wants to exploit her. Like that Brannigan bastard.”

“You saw his webpage I take it?”

Morris growled with contempt. “Worse. I saw the pop-up ad.”

“But you,” Morris continued, suddenly throwing his arm around Fry’s shoulder and drawing the startled man up close. “You wouldn’t do anything like that to my baby. Because I know where you work. I can find out where you live. And I can make it look like an accident.” Just as suddenly as Morris had grabbed Fry he let him go. Incredibly intimidated Fry edged away.

Once again relaxed and cheerful Morris gave Fry a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Basically, don’t hurt my kitten’s feelings and we’ll get along just fine.”

Still feeling wary Fry nodded, but he didn’t take his eyes off of Morris until the older man was safely seated with his newspaper on the far end of the couch.

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An easy rhythm settled over the Turanga women as Munda thoroughly washed each dish and then handed them to Leela to dry. It was a ritual the two had built very soon after being reunited, a simple way to bond, just the two of them. But despite the comforting familiarity there was a tension in the air. Several times Leela caught her mom glancing over at her, an unreadable expression on her face.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Leela finally asked once the silence became too heavy.

Munda was quiet for a long moment her gaze directed down at her dishrag than out through the small window above the sink. “I really thought we were going to lose you this time Leela.” She answered softly.

Leela looked pained. She hated being the cause of so much distress. She could almost feel her mother’s anguish as if it were a physical presence in the room. “Oh mom, I am so sorry…”

After taking a second to dry her tentacles on the dishrag Munda turned and gently took her daughter by the shoulders. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It wasn’t your fault.”

“But it was!” Leela interrupted, quickly pulling away from Munda’s touch. She didn’t feel she deserved the comfort her mother was trying to offer. “It was completely my fault! Even the Professor warned me against it and usually he’s all for sending us on suicide missions. I wasn’t careful, I got cocky. And I hurt you and dad in the process and now I don’t know how to make things right! No matter how many times I say I’m sorry I can‘t make this all just go away.”

Munda once again reached for her child, and this time didn’t allow her to pull away. “All you need to do,” She said firmly. “To make things right, is to make sure you’ve learned from all this. You need to be more careful. This can’t happen again. I can’t lose you twice. You’re supposed to bury us, we are not supposed to bury you.”

Leela’s eye widened and she stared in horror at her mother. “Thank you in advance mom, for the horrible screaming nightmare I am guaranteed to have tonight.”

Munda shrugged. “It’s how nature intended.”

“Well nature can kiss my ass!”

“Leela! Language!”


Residence of Turanga Morris & Munda
8:56 pm
Recovery: Day 3


Leela was relaxed. Very relaxed. An indulgence she had almost never allowed herself in the presence of others until fairly recently. It was difficult to let one’s guard down after years of relying on it merely to survive the day. But for the first time in her life she was among people who she honestly believed cared deeply for her. She felt safe with them. All of them. Even Fry, who at the moment was trying to impress her parents with rather mundane tales of their life on the surface. Her parents, of course, were completely enraptured. Personally Leela didn’t find walking down Mulberry Street after sundown to be all that harrowing, but to hear Fry tell it one would think they were risking life and limb just for a decent cup of coffee. When Fry launched into a creepy exaggeration of the time they were accosted by Craig the Crack Addict and Munda began to look frightened Leela decided it was time to step in. She didn’t want her mom to have something else to have a complex about.   

“Okay!” Leela exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “As much as I hate interrupting such a fascinating story, It’s starting to get late, and Fry don’t you have work tomorrow?”

Fry pouted pathetically. Every conversation he had with Leela that began with ‘it’s starting to get late’ always ended with him having to leave.

“I was just gonna ditch…”

“No! You are not ditching. Not on my account. You’ve ditched enough.”

“She’s right dear,” Munda agreed gently. “You need to take your life off of pause. You’ve done a wonderful job taking care of our daughter. Now it’s time to take care of yourself.”

Slumping miserably in his seat, Fry sighed. “Could I visit during my lunch break at least?”

Munda smiled at him affectionately. “I’d be amazed if you didn’t.”

Though reluctant Fry stood to leave. Not wanting him to feel like he was being dismissed Leela stood too. “I’ll walk you to the ladder.” She offered. Fry smiled gratefully.

“Oh, hold on,” Munda interrupted suddenly. “I packed Phillip some leftovers to take with him.” She dashed to the kitchen before Fry could react. When she returned she forced a large plastic bag into his hands.

“Uh…thanks, but you really didn‘t need to go through the trouble...” Fry said looking somewhat bewildered.

“Nonsense.” Munda dismissed. “If you eat the way Morris did when he was a bachelor you need all the nutrition you can get.”

“I ate fine.” Morris huffed indignantly.

“Microwavable does not equal fine!” 

Leaving her parents to argue the merits of homemade versus pre-packaged, Leela grasped Fry’s hand and led him outside. They rounded the house in silence pausing once they reached the ladder’s edge.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then…” Fry said softly as he slid the handles of the plastic bag onto his arm so that he would have free use of his hands.

“Yeah.”

He hugged her, the bag on his arm making things a little awkward. “I love you.” He whispered softly before pulling away. At her startled expression he shrugged sheepishly. “You never know what’s gonna happen. I just wanted to say it in case something else goes bad and I don’t get the chance to say it again.” Afraid that a rejection might be coming his way he turned and hurriedly started up the ladder leaving Leela standing stunned below him.

Arkan

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« Reply #542 on: 03-18-2006 05:03 »

 love  love  love

Yay! Happiness! It was all shippy and fluffy and funny! Yay!

 
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“You don’t know that! You’re not clairviant!”

 
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“If I got nothin’ to worry about, then why do my insides feel all wiggly?”

 
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who am I to argue with my future mother-in-law?

 
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Fry poked himself in the gut. “I’m still squishy.”

 
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“Morris! Don’t feed the cat!”

“Fine.” Morris moved his hand, gripping the small shred of grilled rat, from in front of Muffin’s eagerly awaiting face to in front of the snake that grew in place of her tail.

“Don’t feed the snake either!”

“But it’s my snake.” Morris pointed out smugly as the snake accepted the treat, ignoring the angry glares coming from the cat.

 
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Confused, Munda glanced back and forth between the now downtrodden delivery boy and her annoyed daughter. Finally everything clicked.

“I…think…I may have misread the situation…”


 
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“But you,” Morris continued, suddenly throwing his arm around Fry’s shoulder and drawing the startled man up close. “You wouldn’t do anything like that to my baby. Because I know where you work. I can find out where you live. And I can make it look like an accident.” Just as suddenly as Morris had grabbed Fry he let him go. Incredibly intimidated Fry edged away.

 
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When Fry launched into a creepy exaggeration of the time they were accosted by Craig the Crack Addict and Munda began to look frightened Leela decided it was time to step in.

OK I'll stop quoting now. But that really made my day! Thankyou!  big grin
NIC2001

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« Reply #543 on: 03-18-2006 07:33 »

Great update Venus!  smile

It totally made my day… and its only 7:25am.

Best part was:
 
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Originally posted by Venus:
“So you’re okay with Leela being with someone like me?”

“As much as the thought of some man putting his hands on my little girl makes my skin crawl, it is what she wants. And I’d much rather see her with someone like you, who loves and wants to protect her, than with someone who just wants to exploit her. Like that Brannigan bastard.”

“You saw his webpage I take it?”

Morris growled with contempt. “Worse. I saw the pop-up ad.”

You almost killed me with that part. (Note to self: never drink coffee while reading Venus Fanfic from now on.  tongue )

Keep it up.

Officer 1BDI

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« Reply #544 on: 03-18-2006 12:35 »

I know Arkan already pointed it out, but:

 
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“Then why does she call you Philip?”

“I u’nno. ‘Cause she wants to I guess. And who am I to argue with my future mother-in-law?”

Best excuse ever.   love 

I've been very, very bad about commenting on this story, but the truth is, I don't know what else I could add to the hundreds of flattering (and well deserved) reviews you've already received.  I can honestly say that this is one of my favorite Futurama fanfictions, period.  I'm always thrilled to see this thread at the top of the page, because it means there's been an update, and I can escape for half an hour or so into this fantastic story you've crafted.

How close are is this to the end, out of curiosity?  I can't remember how many days you said the recovery process would take.
Jensor

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« Reply #545 on: 03-18-2006 13:32 »

A well deserved update.  Constructive criticism:
 
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“Fine.” Morris moved his hand, gripping the small shred of grilled rat, from in front of Muffin’s eagerly awaiting face to in front of the snake that grew in place of her tail.

I had to read that line 3 times or so before it became apparant what it meant.


 
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“But you,” Morris continued, suddenly throwing his arm around Fry’s shoulder and drawing the startled man up close. “You wouldn’t do anything like that to my baby. Because I know where you work. I can find out where you live. And I can make it look like an accident.” Just as suddenly as Morris had grabbed Fry he let him go. Incredibly intimidated Fry edged away.

This line seemed really dark, even for Morris.  Maybe it's just me.  After reading that line, it seemed to take away the "buddy-buddy, I'll help you win my daughter" and turned it into "hurt her and I hurt you".

All in all, very nice work, Venus.  I love shippy stories.
Ralph Snart

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Near Death Star Inhabitant
DOOP Secretary
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« Reply #546 on: 03-18-2006 15:05 »

Good update.  I loved the reference to Zapp's webpage, and the 'pop-up ad' thing almost made me laugh a lung out.

I also like Morris letting Fry know where he stands with him - 'You love my daughter and you treat her right, I'll help you; if you hurt her, then I'm bringing the pain'.  Very much like almost any father when theri little girl is involved.

Congrats on your POTM victory. 

Here's hoping RL gets less hectic giving you more time to write more fantastic chapters.
PCC Fred

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« Reply #547 on: 03-18-2006 18:54 »

Another fantastic update!  The conversation between Fry and Morris is brilliant, and I agree with Ralph, the pop-up ad joke was hilarious.

 
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Craig the Crack Addict
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BTW, congratulations on winning POTM!
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« Reply #548 on: 03-18-2006 19:28 »

Good update Venus.  I really liked the whole dinner scene.  The cat/snake mutant thing was an imaginative touch.  A couple of nitpicks: I have to agree with Jensor about what Morris said though.  To threaten fry like that...  I dunno.  After he was so nice and understanding with Fry through the entire story it just didn't quite seem right.  Also, doesn't Leela already know that fry loves her?  He attested to it in Parasites lost, but maybe Leela just assumed that it was the worms talking.
Venus

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« Reply #549 on: 03-19-2006 01:01 »
« Last Edit on: 03-19-2006 01:01 »

She knows, she just wasn't expecting to hear it right then. Usually he's in the process of hitting on her when he tells her he loves her. This time he said it just to say it and expected no reply in return.


 
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Originally posted by Jensor:
 After reading that line, it seemed to take away the "buddy-buddy, I'll help you win my daughter" and turned it into "hurt her and I hurt you".

That's exactly what i meant the line to do. He's completely okay with Fry as long as Fry doesn't do anything to hurt his baby girl.
JBERGES

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« Reply #550 on: 03-19-2006 02:18 »
« Last Edit on: 03-19-2006 02:18 »

I see no problem with Morris's line.  It's the basic fatherly thing to do.  On the other hand, I think Fry calling Munda a 'future mother-in-law' is a bit off (especially if you misconstrue it to mean a mother in law... OF THE FUTURE!!   tongue)  Seems a bit brash and out of the blue, but that's just my silly opinion.  Otherwise, excellent dramatic stuff here.  Keep it up!
SpaceCase

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« Reply #551 on: 03-19-2006 13:39 »

<*Grin*>
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I'm lovin' it!
Spacedal11

Space Pope
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« Reply #552 on: 03-19-2006 14:44 »

 
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Originally posted by JBERGES:
I see no problem with Morris's line.  It's the basic fatherly thing to do.  On the other hand, I think Fry calling Munda a 'future mother-in-law' is a bit off (especially if you misconstrue it to mean a mother in law... OF THE FUTURE!!    tongue)  Seems a bit brash and out of the blue, but that's just my silly opinion.  Otherwise, excellent dramatic stuff here.  Keep it up!

That was my nit-pick too, the whole "mother in-law" and "you'll be part of the family soon enough" seemed a little odd. Though the awkwardness after Munda said it was funny. Still, it is pushing it a little, I guess. Nice update however, nice and long.
Jensor

Bending Unit
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« Reply #553 on: 04-09-2006 23:25 »

I don't want to sound impatient, but you are almost done with the next installment, right? =)
Shiny

Professor
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« Reply #554 on: 04-14-2006 18:19 »
« Last Edit on: 04-14-2006 18:19 »

A TELEGRAM FROM ABSENT FRIENDS

LOVE THE UPDATE STOP

GREAT LINES STOP

MORRIS THREATS GOOD STOP

MUNDA MISREADING SITUATION PERFECT STOP

FUTURE MOTHER-IN-LAW LINE GOOD THOUGH I THINK FRY SHOULD GIVE CHEESY LOUNGE LIZARD SMILE HERE TO MAKE IT CLEAR HE'S TEASING LEELA - SEEMS TOO FAR TO GO IF TOTALLY SERIOUS STOP

AT WORK SO GOT TO STOP STOP

WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T STOP STOP

SHINY   smile
Venus

Urban Legend
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« Reply #555 on: 04-15-2006 00:18 »

OOHH! Cheesy lounge lizard smile?? Brilliant! Why the hell didn't i think of that! Totally being added!
SpaceCase

Liquid Emperor
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« Reply #556 on: 04-15-2006 00:25 »

 
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Originally posted by Venus:
OOHH! Cheesy lounge lizard smile?? Brilliant! Why the hell didn't i think of that! Totally being added!
As I learned in my days of video production:

Don't sweat it: EDIT!  wink

Keep up the great work!  love
Blane

Professor
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« Reply #557 on: 04-15-2006 00:32 »

Yay, Venus is still alive! Can't wait for the next section!
Benders_Fan

Urban Legend
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« Reply #558 on: 04-15-2006 01:40 »

^I can;'t wait either.Your story is good Venus
Amy101001

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« Reply #559 on: 04-16-2006 00:08 »

 big grin
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