This was written this morning, 'cause I felt like it (:HA! You wrote this 'cause you were having terrible nightmares last night!: Hush, LJ, let me get on with this!)

Ahem. Anyway any resembalence to persons, living or dead (and there are a few dead ones mentioned, though that's no prob, and--oops) is purely coincidental (:Yeah, right, you deliberately patterned this off several people you know of!:) If the peanut gallery would be quiet... (:HMPH:)

I am making NO, absolutely, NO money off of this. Thank you.

Worst Nightmares

by ALC Punk!

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LyssJean stared at the screen, ~What?? What's happening?! Ack! It's, it's erasing them! All of them!! The past it's--~ "Noooooooooooo!!!"

Ana jerked her head up, blearily she regarded the computer screen, "huh?" she grabbed the mouse. Nothing. Hit alt + F, down arrow, then S. Still nothing.

"What?!!??" What the bloody hell!" Her eyes widened as she stared at the screen. Line after line of the text she had so painstakingly written was disappearing.

"Hell's bells! Noo..." she whimpered, "no, this can't be happening!"

:It is.:

"Huh? Who said that?"

:It's LyssJean your muse. And, it *is* happening.: LJ sounded despondent. :And just when I'd gotten to kill off Angel, dammit. I'm depressed, I am.: she moaned, pitifully.

"You're depressed?? You're bloody depressed??!! What about me, HUH? I've spent the last week up until the blinking dawn writing this!! It's got 45 parts!!! And, IT'S GONE!!!!" Ana wailed. "What's happening to it?? Why??"

:It's being--oh, I don't even want to say it!:

"Say what?" Ana demanded, suspiciously.

:It's...it's being...Retconned!:

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"--

We interrupt this story to bring you this live announcement from the BBC:

'The BBC would like to announce that the new head of programming, Bob Harras has hired some new staff. As head writers: Ben Raab, John Peel, and Terrance Dicks.

'Any new shows are now being produced by ToyBiz (and Marvel comics).

'And some upcomming shows are: "Excalibur: the Miniseries" Pete Wisdom gets killed off, and Colossus and his Katya get married and settle down on a nice farm in the Ukraine.

"Doctor Who: the Later Years" John Candy is being cast as Doctor number 9; Companions will be: Wil Wheaton (reprising his role as 'Wesley Crusher'), Jonathon Brandis, Neve Campbell, and Whitney Houston.'

Ana and LyssJean stared at the screen, whimpering. They were reading the BBC press release in growing horror. It was about to get worse.

'BBC also has the rights to "Buffy: The Vampire Slayer" and has fired that silly sod, Joss Whedon in favor of Chris Carter and James Cameron. All cast members are also being replaced. Buffy is now played by: Pamela Anderson, Willow: Larke Voorhies, Xander: David Hasselhoff, Oz: David Duchovny, Jenny Calendar (continuity, what's that?): Calista Flockhart, and Giles will be portrayed by Valentine Dyall (yes, he's dead, but we've got lots of his voice print on record, and he was in just everything, and we can just CGI it all...)'

Ana and LyssJean whibbled.."nnooooo"

'In other news: Paramount has bought "Babylon 5" and Michael Piller is to helm the new series--by taking over the scripting duties. More news on the new cast, later.'

"nnnnnooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!"

Ana jerked up in bed, "Ahahuhuhuhhh..." gasping, she began to calm down. "Ok, so it was just a dream. Right," she nodded, "Just a dream. Like anything like that would or could ever happen. Thank the Gods."

She began to lay back down, when-- "Oh. Sod it, I'm getting up in ten minutes anyway." She got up, grabbing a stack of comic books to read as she ate breakfast.

A bowl of Cheerios, and some Cocoa Puffs, and she reached for the first comic on the stack.

'World's Greatest Comic!' it read across the top, followed by: 'Excalibur 92, May 96'
"noo.." She stared in horror.

The front cover depicted Colossus standing triumphant over a dead Pete Wisdom ("Pete! Nooo.."). Kitty Pryde stood next to the metal giant smiling fatuously at him. underneath it read: 'All's well, that ends well.'

>Sound effect: loud crunching, grinding noise<

"I want to feel you from the inside..." Nine Inch Nails roared out of the clock radio speaker. "ngh" Ana rolled over glaring. 8:25, the clock read. She smacked the snooze button and Trent Reznor cut off in mid-sentence.

Ana rolled over and dosed off.

Finis.

Oh? you say there are some guys with nice white jackets coming to the computer lab? And they're going to take me to lunch? OK!

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