============================================== Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Orion REMIX A more-or-less ripped off fanfic by Greenbeans Episode 1/2: No Need For Sailor Orion ============================================== Jen leaned back in her chair before sighing. She had just finished grading all of the midterms that she'd given the previous day. Students the colony over were currently enjoying the warm, sunny weather while she had been stuck at the nearly empty school grading. It was work she could have done at home, but the temptation to go outside and work on what she was trying to pass off as a garden would have been too much for her. She stretched her lithe body out after raising from the chair. There was still enough time left before sunset for her to putter about her garden for an hour to two. She collected her papers into her attache. The door was closed softly behind her as she left her little nook called an office. ** Eileen nudged the front door wide enough for her to pass through with a solid hip shot. She then toed the door shut. Her shoes were expertly slipped off, before she continued into the kitchen area with her burden of groceries. "Jen? Are you here?" She called out. When the sounds of her own voice died down, she noticed the sound of the water running. Her partner was probably outside working on her garden. She made quick work of putting away the groceries before poking her head outside. "Ah, there you are, sexy," Eileen give Jen a playful wink to go along with her greeting. "And a cheery afternoon to you, as well," Jen stood up, dusting her jeans off with her gloved hands. "What do you think?" Eileen always hated this question in regards to Jen's pet project. She was never sure what to say to make her lover happy, and inevitably ended up saying the one thing that would result in the opposite. "Uh... you've moved the pile of dirt that was here to over there?" she asked hesitantly, trying to remember what the garden had looked like that last time she was back here. "Silly," Jen slapped her playfully with her glove. "I planted more tulip bulbs. Hopefully we'll get some this year," she beamed happily. Eileen noted privately that it wouldn't be hard to beat last year's record of three. Jen pecked her cheek affectionately before heading for the house. "I need a shower," she called back. Most people would have taken this as a statement of intent. Eileen took it as an invitation. ** Eileen was slow in following Jen into the house. She wanted to give her lover enough time to get undressed and in the shower. The element of surprise should never be underestimated as a tactic to get what you want. Once she had confirmed that the shower was on and that Jen was in it, she slipped out of her work clothes, laying them across a chair. Normally she would have used the bed, but she had other plans for it later on. Slowly, she opened the door to the bathroom. The mirror was already covered in steam. She could hear Jen's soft hums mingling with the sound of dropping water. A small smile touched her lips as she contently listened to the beautiful sounds. 'Jen doesn't sing except for in here,' she thought. It was one of those things that she'd been raised to believe shouldn't be held back. If you had the urge, sing, it was good for your heart and the hearts of those around you. She broke free of her reverence. If she didn't get moving, Jen would be finished before she got in. She tapped on the frosted glass shower door loud enough to get Jen's attention. "Yes?" Jen yelled above the noise. "Need your back scrubbed?" Eileen grinned to herself. The door clicked open in response. She stuck her arm in first to test the water. It was hotter then she preferred, but nothing she wouldn't become accustomed to after a few minutes. The rest of her body followed her arm and she was in. She gasped slightly under the water, but didn't pull away. It was a fairly small shower, something neither of them complained about except when they were showering individually. Eileen took a moment to look over Jen while she was getting wetted. Her eyes traced Jen's strong jaw, down her slender neck, around her firm breasts, to follow the curves of her waist and thighs. "I thought you were going to wash my back?" Jen teased after she had given her opportunity to admire. With an impish grin, she took up the soap and lathered her hands. "Indeed, I am," she wrapped her arms around Jen, pressing their bodies together and her hands worked on scrubbing Jen's back. Her lover sighed softly and nuzzled her head against her neck. "Harder," Jen said softly in her ear. Eileen did as requested and scrubbed harder while holding them closer together. Jen sighed more loudly this time as her back arched with pleasure. Eileen leaned over to kiss Jen's stretched out neck. The shifting of balance caused them to fall back against the wall. Jen arched an eyebrow. "And what are you going to do now that I have your arms pinned?" She asked, her own hands teasing some of Eileen's more sensitive parts. "Cut that out you two!" An irate LeVar Bouyer pounded on the closed shower door. "Read the script! This is NOT a lemon." "You never let us have any fun," Eileen muttered darkly, removing her arms from around Jen. "Don't give me that. 411 was an indulgence for you two, don't forget!" He glared at the shower door and the two blurry figured behind it. "We could really set him off," Eileen suggested mischievously to Jen in a stage whisper. "We could," Jen agreed. Eileen pulled Jen into a close embrace, kissing her deeply with as much passion as one could express for another in such an act. Their postures, though blurred to him, were also all telling as to what they were doing. "Hey!" He pounded on the door. "Knock that off! Don't think that I don't know what you're doing in there!" In their zeal, feinted or not, they ended up pressing against the glass. His eyes widened a bit, before he retreated to the other side of the room, where it was safer to continue his protests. It was a good thing that he moved. The pair pushed a tad too hard on the door and the latch gave, causing them to tumble to the floor. "Damn, what a kiss!" Eileen grinned at Jen from her position on the floor tangled up with Jen. Jen propped herself up on her elbow and smiled cryptically at Eileen. LeVar found a towel to stem off the blood loss he was suddenly having from his nose. He quickly tossed a couple more towels over to the two women. "Will you please change?" He left the room then, lest he loose more face in the eyes of his characters by having his eyeballs expand to the size of small melons. ** LeVar sat at his computer and revised the script for this part of the fanfic to exclude anything that could possibly lead to the shower, bed, floor, or car backseat. This was the third time in two parts that the ecchi duo had derailed his fanfic into hentai territory. "Not even gardening is safe," he sighed with frustration as he tried to come up with more ideas. "Perhaps I can reason with them to behave? Bribe them? Threaten seems most likely to work..." He then sat bolt upright. He had the PERFECT idea for making his character appreciate the opportunity he was giving them. A wicked gleam came to his eye as he began to rewrite. ** The bed shook as Eileen flopped down next to Jen. Jen only mumbled something about turning off the lights before rolling over. LeVar had been unusually tart with them today. She thought she knew where his limit was, but they'd obviously passed it today. "It's his own damned fault," she muttered, curling up next to Jen under the covers. "If he'd just loosen up a bit." "Hush, love," Jen whispered sleepily, "we'll take care of it in the morning." ** Jen chewed on her toast. It was her fifth slice. Normally, she only ate two, but she has been waiting for today's Orion script for over an hour now and needed something to occupy her time. She tried to contact LeVar, but he wasn't coming when she called for him. Eileen didn't seem concerned about this, going back to bed. ** Two days passed without getting a performance call from their author. Jen was more than concerned at this point. She did all she could think of to entice LeVar to show up. She even prepared an offering of those God-awful blueberry toaster pastries that he preferred. Nothing brought him out of hiding. Around 10am a manila envelope appeared on their table while Jen was in the kitchen making more toast. She looked at it cautiously. It was unmarked with only the little tabs closing it, not glue sealed. She carefully lifted up the tabs with a well-trimmed fingernail. Inside the envelope was about 30 printed sheets. She pulled them out to be read. "Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Onion? What in the HELL is this?!" She demanded angrily of the paper in front of her. The story was being continued where they left off by Sailor Onion and her lover Sailor Artichoke. The anger, yes ANGER, Jen felt at this usurping of her fanfic series left her trembling. Her earlier exclamations brought Eileen rushing to her side. "What's wrong Jen?" Her eyes quickly looked to see if she was cut or otherwise harmed. "We've been replaced, that's what's wrong!" "Replaced? By who?" She asked with a mixture of indignation and confusion. "Sailor Onion and Sailor Artichoke!" The artichoke senshi almost caused Eileen to choke. "WHAT?!" "Look at this!" Jen slapped the printed pages down. "He's doing the series without us!" "He can't! We're the stars!" Eileen exclaimed. "Not anymore," a deep timbre said from the dining room doorway. "You two have taunted me for the last time." LeVar stood tall, with his arms crossed firmly across his chest and scowl marring his face. "You can't do this, LeVar, we have a contract!" Jen pulled a contract out of her pocket space. "Read clause XXXVI, sub paragraph 6 'If the Character does not perform as expected for an extended period of time, the Author has the option of releasing them and recasting the role blah blah blah.' Face it girls, you've screwed around for too long," he smirked, not caring if they took screwing the wrong way or not. "But we're the main characters," Eileen continued to press. "WERE the main characters. I've decided to recast the roles instead of letting the series die off midway," he sat down at the table with a small smile. "As you can see, the fanfic is going on with Sailors Onion and Artichoke. So, you two can spend all day playing if you wish. You really should be thanking me, freeing you of your obligations like I have." "Freeing us?" Jen bristled. "You've just made our entire reason for existing obsolete and you call that 'freeing'?!" "You knew the series would end at some point, I'm just releasing you early. Go enjoy yourselves!" He maintained a cool face. He didn't want them to see how much this was hurting him. Onion could never come close to Orion's caliber as a senshi, but this had to be done. "I don't want to be free," Eileen spoke softly. "I'd rather face countless daemons then have a meaningless existence." Jen nodded slightly, but was too proud to cave into begging for her job back. LeVar, being her author, knew this and wouldn't make her do it. "I'm glad we agree, because this," he held up the script, "is crap. "I want to work with you two, but it's hard to do that when you constantly get out of hand. I do have a certain level I must maintain, you understand?" "We'll try harder, honest, just get rid of Onion, please?" Eileen smiled weakly. LeVar got up from his chair and pulled both of his senshi into a warm embrace. "Anything for you two." ** LeVar massaged the bridge of his nose as Orion and America completed yet another work of bravery that was completely open to the damned Beans for hentai comments. "I think they do that just so that she can comment," he muttered while working on the revisions. He couldn't expect his characters to be totally divorced from their inner hentai. He didn't want them to be. That would change who they were fundamentally. Privately, he thought they were perfect, quirks and all, just the way they are.