A Conversation by Kajakat "Hello? Is anyone there?" The tall dark man asked as he knocked on the computer monitor's glass. The writer, not used to having the characters talk to her, put her pen down. "What can I do for you, ah Mr. Gage." The writer asked. "Oh, you can call me Johnny," he said with lopsided grin that weakened the knees of the writer . "Okay Johnny, how can I help you?" "Well, I was wondering, eh, if you can do me a favor." A blush came over his face as he asked his question. "What kind of favor are we talking about, Johnny?" The writer questioned, keeping a straight face. "Well, I know you talk to lots of those fan fiction writers. Can you ask them to take it easy on me. With all these injuries, I'm not recovering too well. I'm not as young as I used to be," he said with a laugh. "What would you like me to do Johnny?" "Just ask 'em to take it easy on me. If my right leg is broken any more, I'm afraid it'll be shorter than my left leg. And I really don't think I need to be defibrillated any time soon. My veins are ready to collapse from all those IVs Roy's inserted. I don't need anymore incisions either. I wanna keep my kidneys, gall bladder, if you know what I mean." The writer smiled. The character's request reminded her of one of his typical tirades. '"And while I'm on the subject, I can't keep all of my wives and girlfriends straight in my mind. Why don'tcha ask them to give some to Chet. He could use the help." "Okay, Johnny, I'll see what I can do. I can put your request out on some of those Emergency! chat boards. But I can't make any promises." "Fair enough." He said and started to walk away, whistling a tune. "Oh Johnny?" He turned around. "Yes?" "What do I get for doing this favor for you?" the author asked with a serious expression on her face. Johnny pondered the questioned and a huge smile appeared on his face. |