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Well, I've been going back through my blue notebook lately and aiming to type up anything I find that's short and complete and reasonable - and guess what? I found two extra Kenny ficlets from the 50ficlets challenge I'd been doing. And since I don't intend to reclaim that prompt, here they are for Day 9. (I don't think they'll appeal to any non-PG folks; they're not especially spoilery, but they need some knowledge of the two eps, or of S5 and There Are Crocodiles to make full sense. Or so I think anyway.)
Title: And Wrapped Up With A Bow On Top
Author:thisbluespirit
Claim: Kenny Phillips
Prompt: 29: Special Delivery
Fandom: Press Gang
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 555
Summary: Lynda’s got a message for Kenny.
Notes/Warnings: Refs to S5 ep Friendly Fire (or filling in the obvious gap in that episode.)
***
“Kenny Phillips? You’re wanted in the head’s office.”
It wasn’t the sort of thing Kenny wanted to hear at any time and he had already suffered through a seemingly endless special guest history lecture over at the local college. (The visiting academic had clearly been aiming to get some sort of award for dullest, longest and most meandering talk known to humankind.) And now the headmaster was asking for him. Today looked like making it onto the Worst Ever list, if not straight in at number one.
“Me?” Kenny said. “Are you sure?”
“You’re Kenny Phillips, aren’t you?” said the second-year with the pony-tail, before marching off with a shrug, her duty done.
Lynda arrived beside him. There was, worryingly, something like a spring in her step. Kenny’s alarm grew.
“You didn’t know?” she said. “You mean nobody said? I’d have thought somebody would have told you.”
“Told me what?”
“Oh, well, if they haven’t told you –”
“Lynda! Look, why would Winters want to see me? I haven’t done anything.” Kenny thought about it. “I don’t think I’ve ever done anything. Not that he’d need to hear about. I didn’t think he even knew my name. I liked it that way. Lynda…”
“Well, I know that and you know that, but does he?” Lynda gave him one of her brightest smiles and his heart sank further. How bad was it? “You know all these hoax fire alarms lately? I bet it’s to do with that.”
“But hang on – Lynda –!”
“Still, I expect it’s nothing to worry about really,” said Lynda. “Go on. Better hurry up. You don’t want to be late on top of everything else.”
Kenny gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward, before he turned back. “Just one thing, okay? I am not getting expelled for you, Lynda Day. I mean it!”
“Expelled?” said Lynda, suddenly turning wide-eyed and innocent. It wasn’t convincing. “Who said anything about anybody getting expelled?”
Kenny closed his eyes, then took a deep breath and hurried off, because she was right about one thing – he wasn’t going to make this any better by keeping the headteacher waiting.
*
“Kenny, isn’t it?” said Mr Winters, once Kenny had been admitted to his office and had taken a seat on the opposite side of the desk. “Well, I imagine you’ll know why you’re here. I’m sure Lynda will have broken the news to you by now.”
Kenny played safe. Besides, he was panicking too much to manage more. “Sir?”
“And it’ll do you good to see how things look outside of school for a change…”
“Oh, help,” muttered Kenny under his breath, as he turned pale.
“After all –” Mr Winters stopped, and looked at Kenny. “If you’re about to pass out on me as well, Phillips, I think I’ll call for the school nurse now…”
*
“Lynda!”
She swung around as Kenny ran along the pavement to catch up with her. “Got you, didn’t I?”
“I was so relieved I wasn’t getting expelled I think I just agreed to be your assistant editor.”
“Signed, sealed, delivered…” Lynda beamed at him.
Kenny grinned. “Yeah. And the Junior Gazette, eh? Could be interesting, I suppose.”
“What do you mean ‘could?” Lynda shot back. “I’m editor. Of course it’ll be interesting.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Of course. Silly me.”
***
Title: Right or Wrong?
Author:thisbluespirit
Claim: Kenny Phillips
Prompt: 16: Right or wrong?
Fandom: Press Gang
Rating: PG/Teen
Word Count: 655
Summary: It’s just another middle of the night call from Lynda.
Notes/Warnings: Refs to S5 ep Head and Heart (also vaguely Monday-Tuesday, Shouldn’t I Be Taller, S1, and The Last Word, S3). Discussion of suicide. (S5 being S5.)
***
“Lynda, do you know what time it is here?”
“If I’d wanted the time, Kenny, I’d have rung the talking clock. Anyway, I’m paying.”
“Something wrong, Lynda?”
“No. Why should it be?”
“You’re making an expensive phonecall to Australia just to tell me nothing’s wrong?”
There was a pause on the other end of the line. “You don’t get the Gazette much down there, do you?”
“No, not really. Apparently it’s a bit too far for the paperboy most weeks.”
“Okay. Well, remember Winters?”
“What, the headmaster? Yeah, go on. What about him?”
“There’s a story. It’s about right and wrong and someone being stupid. And Colin’s love life.”
“Colin hasn’t set fire to himself again, has he?”
“No. Wish he would, though.”
“Lynda?”
“I did the right thing. I couldn’t do anything else, no matter what some people might say. Dumb people,” said Lynda. “It’s not as if I care what they think.”
Kenny waited for more, but she put the phone down on him. He heard the click and pressed the receiver to his head before replacing it. Then he considered the possibility of going back to sleep for one wsitful moment, and then dialled the number.
“Lynda, is there something you wanted to tell me?”
“I did the right thing,” said Lynda again. “He brought it on himself. Hoist by his own petard. I was going to say he deserved it all, but no one deserves Colin at a time like that.”
“And this is still about Winters?”
“Yes.”
Kenny cursed the distance. “Lynda?”
“Look, I was right. I’ve got a duty to my readers and little things like truth and integrity in the printed word. I couldn’t hide that, not once I knew.”
“So, what, you ran an exposé on Winters?”
“Don’t you start!” she snapped. “I know what we owe him – I mean, Sullivan and Kerr, but him, too –” She fell silent again, and then she said, “What would you do if you’d just lost your job and your reputation – and I mean, I don’t suppose his wife’s too happy with him right now –”
“Lynda, you can’t –” Kenny shut up as his brain caught up with him. He understood what it was about now. “Yeah, but he wouldn’t, would he? Not Winters, I mean, he’s hardly the type.” He closed his eyes even as he said it: that was dumb.
“Who is?”
“Yeah,” Kenny forced himself to say. The memory of a gunshot hung along the line between them. No, make that two gunshots, thought Kenny, turning cold. “Still, I really don’t think –”
“No. I don’t either, but – well.” He could almost hear her shrug. “You know, when I became editor I kind of hoped the body count wouldn’t mount up this fast.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“It’s not like they put ‘executioner’ in the job description, is it?”
He wanted to try and joke back, but he couldn’t. “Lynda,” he said, and then failed to find anything else to say. He wished more than anything that he wasn’t on the other side of the world from her. But, then, with Lynda, it didn’t always make that much difference. Sometimes he couldn’t bridge the distance across their two adjoining desks. Then he leant back, and tried a different tack. “Look, this is my phone call now, so make it worth my while: what did Colin do?”
“Colin? Chatted up a girl, injured himself, failed to spot the obvious, ruined a guy’s life and got himself an advertising deal. Possibly even a date.”
“The usual, then.”
“Yeah. The usual.”
“And you’re not an executioner, Lynda.” No matter what everyone in graphics said, he added silently.
She managed a laugh. “Yeah? You can’t see the axe I keep under my desk.”
It might have helped, he thought when he put the phone down. He hoped it had, but he knew it wasn’t enough. It never was any more.
***
Well, I've been going back through my blue notebook lately and aiming to type up anything I find that's short and complete and reasonable - and guess what? I found two extra Kenny ficlets from the 50ficlets challenge I'd been doing. And since I don't intend to reclaim that prompt, here they are for Day 9. (I don't think they'll appeal to any non-PG folks; they're not especially spoilery, but they need some knowledge of the two eps, or of S5 and There Are Crocodiles to make full sense. Or so I think anyway.)
Title: And Wrapped Up With A Bow On Top
Author:
thisbluespiritClaim: Kenny Phillips
Prompt: 29: Special Delivery
Fandom: Press Gang
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 555
Summary: Lynda’s got a message for Kenny.
Notes/Warnings: Refs to S5 ep Friendly Fire (or filling in the obvious gap in that episode.)
***
“Kenny Phillips? You’re wanted in the head’s office.”
It wasn’t the sort of thing Kenny wanted to hear at any time and he had already suffered through a seemingly endless special guest history lecture over at the local college. (The visiting academic had clearly been aiming to get some sort of award for dullest, longest and most meandering talk known to humankind.) And now the headmaster was asking for him. Today looked like making it onto the Worst Ever list, if not straight in at number one.
“Me?” Kenny said. “Are you sure?”
“You’re Kenny Phillips, aren’t you?” said the second-year with the pony-tail, before marching off with a shrug, her duty done.
Lynda arrived beside him. There was, worryingly, something like a spring in her step. Kenny’s alarm grew.
“You didn’t know?” she said. “You mean nobody said? I’d have thought somebody would have told you.”
“Told me what?”
“Oh, well, if they haven’t told you –”
“Lynda! Look, why would Winters want to see me? I haven’t done anything.” Kenny thought about it. “I don’t think I’ve ever done anything. Not that he’d need to hear about. I didn’t think he even knew my name. I liked it that way. Lynda…”
“Well, I know that and you know that, but does he?” Lynda gave him one of her brightest smiles and his heart sank further. How bad was it? “You know all these hoax fire alarms lately? I bet it’s to do with that.”
“But hang on – Lynda –!”
“Still, I expect it’s nothing to worry about really,” said Lynda. “Go on. Better hurry up. You don’t want to be late on top of everything else.”
Kenny gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward, before he turned back. “Just one thing, okay? I am not getting expelled for you, Lynda Day. I mean it!”
“Expelled?” said Lynda, suddenly turning wide-eyed and innocent. It wasn’t convincing. “Who said anything about anybody getting expelled?”
Kenny closed his eyes, then took a deep breath and hurried off, because she was right about one thing – he wasn’t going to make this any better by keeping the headteacher waiting.
*
“Kenny, isn’t it?” said Mr Winters, once Kenny had been admitted to his office and had taken a seat on the opposite side of the desk. “Well, I imagine you’ll know why you’re here. I’m sure Lynda will have broken the news to you by now.”
Kenny played safe. Besides, he was panicking too much to manage more. “Sir?”
“And it’ll do you good to see how things look outside of school for a change…”
“Oh, help,” muttered Kenny under his breath, as he turned pale.
“After all –” Mr Winters stopped, and looked at Kenny. “If you’re about to pass out on me as well, Phillips, I think I’ll call for the school nurse now…”
*
“Lynda!”
She swung around as Kenny ran along the pavement to catch up with her. “Got you, didn’t I?”
“I was so relieved I wasn’t getting expelled I think I just agreed to be your assistant editor.”
“Signed, sealed, delivered…” Lynda beamed at him.
Kenny grinned. “Yeah. And the Junior Gazette, eh? Could be interesting, I suppose.”
“What do you mean ‘could?” Lynda shot back. “I’m editor. Of course it’ll be interesting.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Of course. Silly me.”
***
Title: Right or Wrong?
Author:
thisbluespiritClaim: Kenny Phillips
Prompt: 16: Right or wrong?
Fandom: Press Gang
Rating: PG/Teen
Word Count: 655
Summary: It’s just another middle of the night call from Lynda.
Notes/Warnings: Refs to S5 ep Head and Heart (also vaguely Monday-Tuesday, Shouldn’t I Be Taller, S1, and The Last Word, S3). Discussion of suicide. (S5 being S5.)
***
“Lynda, do you know what time it is here?”
“If I’d wanted the time, Kenny, I’d have rung the talking clock. Anyway, I’m paying.”
“Something wrong, Lynda?”
“No. Why should it be?”
“You’re making an expensive phonecall to Australia just to tell me nothing’s wrong?”
There was a pause on the other end of the line. “You don’t get the Gazette much down there, do you?”
“No, not really. Apparently it’s a bit too far for the paperboy most weeks.”
“Okay. Well, remember Winters?”
“What, the headmaster? Yeah, go on. What about him?”
“There’s a story. It’s about right and wrong and someone being stupid. And Colin’s love life.”
“Colin hasn’t set fire to himself again, has he?”
“No. Wish he would, though.”
“Lynda?”
“I did the right thing. I couldn’t do anything else, no matter what some people might say. Dumb people,” said Lynda. “It’s not as if I care what they think.”
Kenny waited for more, but she put the phone down on him. He heard the click and pressed the receiver to his head before replacing it. Then he considered the possibility of going back to sleep for one wsitful moment, and then dialled the number.
“Lynda, is there something you wanted to tell me?”
“I did the right thing,” said Lynda again. “He brought it on himself. Hoist by his own petard. I was going to say he deserved it all, but no one deserves Colin at a time like that.”
“And this is still about Winters?”
“Yes.”
Kenny cursed the distance. “Lynda?”
“Look, I was right. I’ve got a duty to my readers and little things like truth and integrity in the printed word. I couldn’t hide that, not once I knew.”
“So, what, you ran an exposé on Winters?”
“Don’t you start!” she snapped. “I know what we owe him – I mean, Sullivan and Kerr, but him, too –” She fell silent again, and then she said, “What would you do if you’d just lost your job and your reputation – and I mean, I don’t suppose his wife’s too happy with him right now –”
“Lynda, you can’t –” Kenny shut up as his brain caught up with him. He understood what it was about now. “Yeah, but he wouldn’t, would he? Not Winters, I mean, he’s hardly the type.” He closed his eyes even as he said it: that was dumb.
“Who is?”
“Yeah,” Kenny forced himself to say. The memory of a gunshot hung along the line between them. No, make that two gunshots, thought Kenny, turning cold. “Still, I really don’t think –”
“No. I don’t either, but – well.” He could almost hear her shrug. “You know, when I became editor I kind of hoped the body count wouldn’t mount up this fast.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“It’s not like they put ‘executioner’ in the job description, is it?”
He wanted to try and joke back, but he couldn’t. “Lynda,” he said, and then failed to find anything else to say. He wished more than anything that he wasn’t on the other side of the world from her. But, then, with Lynda, it didn’t always make that much difference. Sometimes he couldn’t bridge the distance across their two adjoining desks. Then he leant back, and tried a different tack. “Look, this is my phone call now, so make it worth my while: what did Colin do?”
“Colin? Chatted up a girl, injured himself, failed to spot the obvious, ruined a guy’s life and got himself an advertising deal. Possibly even a date.”
“The usual, then.”
“Yeah. The usual.”
“And you’re not an executioner, Lynda.” No matter what everyone in graphics said, he added silently.
She managed a laugh. “Yeah? You can’t see the axe I keep under my desk.”
It might have helped, he thought when he put the phone down. He hoped it had, but he knew it wasn’t enough. It never was any more.
***
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Date: 15 Jan 2013 05:26 pm (UTC)I do like in the second one with Lynda ringing Kenny up and not considering the time difference - she wouldn't.
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Date: 15 Jan 2013 07:44 pm (UTC)And, well, Lynda's always got to be Lynda, hasn't she?
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