A Push in the Right Direction

[Reply #40 on:]

Ok then
Hey I got a headache with pictures!I'll make a dream thread!
TOTPD

[Reply #41 on:]

really...? wow, good for you WU32!!

wow that actually rhymes!!

[Reply #42 on:]

Part three

“That’s impossible, I never told anyone about that!” yelled Leela, instantaneously clapping a hand over her mouth as soon as the words left her mouth. Jessica smile, the way a cat smiles when it’s just cornered a mouse.
“So you admit that you were happy with Fry? That you were willing to die to spend forever with him?” demanded Jessica slowly. Leela hung her head, and nodded slightly.
“Now we’re getting somewhere. Think back to the time you felt closest to Dad,” ordered Jess. Leela’s answer was instant.
“The end of the opera. Not only did he save me by giving up his perfect hands, he also wrote me an opera and tried to finish it even without the hands. I would have dated him there and then if it wasn’t for that…that tart of a woman!”
“What happened?”
“After the opera Fry had to go out a different exit to the rest of the people, because he was a performer and there was no way down from the stage…and by time I got to him…”
*Flashback*
Leela came rushing round to the stage exit, her heart bursting with emotion. She loved Fry; she knew she loved him now! Not because of fancy hands or parasites, but because she realised that he loved her too.
Rounding the corner Leela opened her mouth to tell him hold she felt, and she froze, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. Up against a wall was Fry, and attached to his lips was a slim blonde woman in a dress that barely covered her butt. With a cry of indignation, Leela turned and fled.
*End Flashback*

“The next day he turned up at work, asking why I’d left and if I wanted to go to Elzar’s later, I told him to go jump,” concluded Leela.
“How did he react?” quizzed Jess
“His face fell, and he seemed upset. He asked me why I was being like that,” Leela said.
“And you said?” pressed Jess
“I said if he couldn’t figure it out he was stupider that he looked,” said Leela, her voice filled with contempt and a hint of guiltiness.
“”Ouch, that was harsh Mum,” interjected Sam, Jess and Leela glared at him.
“Anyway, did you ever actually ask why he did it?” said Jess, returning Leela’s focus to the problem at hand. Leela frowned in thought.
“No, I don’t think I did. Why would it matter? I saw him with my own eye, I know what he was doing,” insisted Leela.
“Maybe not, I think it’s time we paid a visit to Dad,”

Walking briskly through New New York, towards Fry’s apartment, Leela ran the events that had just unfolded through her head, and the more she thought about in the more complicated it seemed to become. Here were her ‘children’ come to make sure they were actually born, and she was now going to see Fry to find out about something she was sure she already knew. Approaching the Robot Arms Building, Leela felt a flutter of emotion stir. She went up to Fry and Bender’s apartment, followed by Jess and Sam, and she knocked on the door. Bender answered and saw Leela, Jess and Sam and the strong family resemblance to Fry and Leela, and his jaw dropped, literally. Picking it back up he turned and yelled to Fry,
“HEY MEATBAG, REMEMBER THOSE DRAWING YOU DID?!”
“Yeah, what about them?” Fry called back.
“THE REAL THING’S IN OUR DOORWAY!”
“Don’t joke about that, it’s not funny Bender,” chastised Fry. Bender turned back to Leela and the kids.
“You guys can come in; the meatbag is in his room moping about again. Tell me his reaction,” said Bender, chauffeuring them inside. Leela opened the door to Fry’s room and stepped inside, followed by the kids, and saw Fry sitting dejectedly on his bed.
“Hi Fry,” Leela said softly. Fry’s head snapped up and he toppled off his bed in surprise.
“Leela! What are you doing here, I mean if I’d of known I could’ve tidied up a bit, er, well I mean, er…” Fry trailed off as he noticed Jess and Sam, “Who are they?” he asked. Leela took a deep breath.
“According to them, they’re our children from the future, their names are Sam and Jess,” explained Leela, waiting for Fry to deny it or faint or do something stupid. Instead he smiled.
“Cool, I always wanted a family, a boy and a girl sounds just perfect,” he said simply, turning to the children, “Am I a good Dad?”
Jess and Sam grinned at each other.
“The best!” trilled Jess.
“You’re fantastic!” agreed Sam.
“Good, but just wondering, how am I your dad? I’ve only been in the future a few years,” wondered Fry.
“They say they’ve come from the future, because I say you don’t stand a cat in hells chance of ever dating me, let alone having a family with me,” interjected Leela, expecting Fry’s face to fall. She was surprised then, to see a spark of determination light in Fry’s eyes.
“Apparently you change your mind because if you didn’t then the kids wouldn’t be here! You never answer me when I ask why you won’t go out with me, even after the opera!”
“As if you don’t know!” screamed Leela, indignant rage filling her voice.
“But I don’t, one minute you want me to keep playing the next you disappear and tell me to go jump off a cliff!” yelled Fry
“One minute you love me the next you’re kissing some floozy!” Leela shrieked back. Fry recoiled like he’d been slapped.
“I never…would not…I…” Fry stammered, his face turning red.
“See, now you’re trying to lie to me!” exclaimed Leela.
“I am not, I didn’t kiss anyone that night,” said Fry definitely.
“So the blonde tart that I saw attached to your lips wasn’t there!”
“What the hell, that’s the problem! I never kissed her, I was coming off the stage and she kissed me, I was an unwilling party!”
“Yeah right, you didn’t even turn down your Grandma!”
“I mean it Leela, I didn’t like it one bit!”
“So she was a bad kisser…”
“She wasn’t YOU!”

[Reply #43 on:]

jle! You know SEL 1000 isn't programmed to withstand heavy shippy bombardment! You're trying to sabotage my campaign! Shame on you!

[Reply #44 on:]

As if I'd do such a thing, you insult me and my need for shippiness Xanfor!

[Reply #45 on:]

Errr...What did Fry just say?

[Reply #46 on:]

He said, She wasn't you, meaning he wouldn't kiss some floozy when he has a chance with Leela

[Reply #47 on:]

Oooh! Great.
Ha, I love Fry's completely unruffled response to meeting his future children. I suppose calmness in the face of monumental revelations is a benefit afforded to complete morons.

[Reply #48 on:]

Yeah, completely opposite to sensible Leela trying to beat the crap out of her daughter

[Reply #49 on:]

wow, i soo love it so far!   

[Reply #50 on:]

Good good

[Reply #51 on:]

Jle you're not finished yet ,right?[Hopefull face]You're write some more ,right?

[Reply #52 on:]

Of course I'm gonna write more, you can take the pistol away from my back now.

[Reply #53 on:]

Write it! Write it! Write it! Write it! Write it!Write it!Write it!...
Write it!Write it!Write it!Write it!Write it!

[Reply #54 on:]

okay okay, I'll write more soon,

[Reply #55 on:]

i don't want to seem as eager as some other PEELer [cough]Writer unit32[/cough], but I wish that these storys did'nt take so long to write...   

[Reply #56 on:]

Sorry, if I had more support in my Corrupt Despot campaign, I'd be able to write more quickly.

[Reply #57 on:]

I like 'big' breaks between fic posts. I can never read them quick enough before there's another one...then another one, and before you know it, there's a staple gun making out with that toaster who can feel love.

But uh, back to the point, I'm enjoying the story so far.

[Reply #58 on:]

VOTE JLE1993 for Corrupt Despot, and my fan fics will improve due to overwhelming happiness.

[Reply #59 on:]

 

Originally posted by jle1993:
Sorry, if I had more support in my Corrupt Despot campaign, I'd be able to write more quickly.

Good luck, 'cause I've got SEL 1750 up and running now. She can withstand an almost infinite amount of shippy bombardment.

<SEL1750>: True.

Plus, she can route it straight into my brain!

<SEL1750>: Also true.

[Reply #60 on:]

Let the war begin, I'll write something so shippy that even you ROBUT will overload

[Reply #61 on:]

goood, i love shippyness in futurama fanfics!! 

[Reply #62 on:]

Short shippy update

Part four

“Go to hell Fry! You won’t trick me again,” screamed Leela, turning to leave, she felt Fry grab her arm and attempt to pull her back.
“I never tricked you, never!” insisted Fry, pulling Leela round to face him.
“Get off me, to think I love you! You can’t even be honest!”
“I am being honest, when did I ever trick you?”
“You pretended to love me and then you went and kissed that tart!”
“I do love you Leela, and I didn’t kiss her, she surprised me! If you’d actually bothered to stay for a minute you’d have seen me push her away!”
“Well I didn’t, I didn’t enjoy the sight of the man I love up against a wall with a blonde bimbo kissing him!” shrieked Leela. Fry’s eyes had glazed over at Leela saying she loved him for the second time, and as soon as Leela had finished talking, Fry took hold of her and kissed her. Leela ripped herself away from Fry’s grip and slapped him, hard.
“You PIG!” she yelled.
“You love me, you actually said you love me,” murmured Fry, absentmindedly rubbing his cheek.
“I CAN’T believe it, the absolute NERVE!” ranted Leela, but Fry wasn’t listening.
“You love me you love me you love me!” sang Fry.
“FRY ARE YOU LISTENING?!”
“What?”
“DAMN IT FRY, why the hell did you just do that?”
“Do what?”
“Kiss me!”
“With pleasure,” said Fry moving forward and kissing Leela again. Once again, Leela ripped herself away from Fry’s grip.
“Stop it!” she ordered.
“Stop what?” asked Fry.
“Stop kissing me!”
“But you just told me too,”
“I did not,”
“Did too, you said ‘kiss me’”
“Why did you kiss me in the first place?”
“Because you said you love me and that’s all I’ve wanted to here since I came to the future,” explained Fry. Leela thought carefully for a minute.
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
“No,”
“Do you want me?”
“No,”
“Would you cry if I left right now?”
“No…” said Fry. Leela began to tear up and started towards the door, but Fry grabbed her arm again.
“Let go Fry, you said you love me but you just made yourself clear,”
“You didn’t let me finish! I don’t think you’re pretty, I think you’re beautiful. I don’t want you, I need you. I wouldn’t cry if you left now, I’d die! I love you!” exclaimed Fry, pulling Leela into his arms.
“Do you really mean that?” Leela whispered into Fry’s ear.
“I do, I’ve never meant anything more,” Fry said gently, “Do you love me?”
“I do,”

[Reply #63 on:]

<SEL1750>: Fry's responses are distinctly confusing, and slightly out-of-character.

SEL, it's art. It's not supposed to make sense. It's supposed to be beautiful, to give meaning, and to evoke emotions!

<SEL1750>: Emotions?

Something that you, of course, are ill-equipped to appreciate.

<SEL1750>: ?

[Reply #64 on:]

Emotions are things that can cause people to act differently. Anger can make a person violent, and love can make a person wonderful in the eyes of the person who loves them

[Reply #65 on:]

Thank, jle! SEL 1800 should be ready in no time!

[Reply #66 on:]

No prob. I wish I could work with someone in the Corrupt Despot thing.

[Reply #67 on:]

Well, you know... I need a Vice-President...

[Reply #68 on:]

wow, when you think about proffessions (i dunno if thats spelled right) you should be an author, they might not publish them, but i'd buy one of the books!! 

[Reply #69 on:]

Xanfor: I'm in, vice president sounds good to me

N1F: I don't know if I have the right stuff to be an author, but thank

[Reply #70 on:]

wow, when you think about proffessions (i dunno if thats spelled right) you should be an author, they might not publish them, but i'd buy one of (your) books!! 

[Reply #71 on:]

Xanfor since when is it SEL1750?IN some other thread it was another model of SEL...
And now...The moment we were waiting for...
Maybe it ended maybe not...But it just happened...

FRY/LEELA LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

PS: Can sell SEL 2100

[Reply #72 on:]

 

Originally posted by jle1993:
Xanfor, I'm in, vice president sounds good to me

Yes! You can be like... The Corrupt Advising Elder!

<SEL1750>: This will be beneficial to both our campaigns.

Let's go announce it!

 

Originally posted by Writer unit32:
Xanfor since when is it SEL1750?IN spme other thread it was another model os SEL...

Yes, earlier it was SEL 1000. She got upgraded.

<SEL1750>: Now I can talk.

[Reply #73 on:]

Xanfor, I'm in, vice president sounds good to me
N1F, I'm not sure is I have the right stuff to be an author but thanks 
WU32, glad you're happy. It might be over, unless peole want me to carry on?

[Reply #74 on:]

WRITE MORE! WRITE MORE! WRITE MORE!write more! write more! write more! WRITE MORE! WRITE MORE! WRITE MORE! write more! write more! write more! WRITE MORE! WRITE MORE! WRITE MORE! write more! write more! write more! 
Battery low.No energy sources found.Shutting down.
Last will:WRITE MORE!!![shuts down]

[Reply #75 on:]

What's this SEL i keep hearing about?

[Reply #76 on:]

SEL is a tachyonic AI program running in Hilbert space. She interfaces with my computer via an interdimensional tardyon flux matrix. She is the prototype for the HEEL 7000, who will have an IQ of 600,000 and be directly interfaced with the PEEL server. That is, provided that I am elected PEEL's Corrupt Despot. (With, of course, jle1993 as my Corrupt Advising Elder.)

[Reply #77 on:]

jle: write more! The last part was a little sappy, but as a shipper, I'm not complaining

[Reply #78 on:]

Awwwwwwwww.... what is this... salty discharge from my eyes?

[Reply #79 on:]

YAY, I got Coldangel to cry, I'm so proud
LuvFry, I will write more
Xanfor, We will win
WU32, same as LuvFry