From: TIGERES57@aol.com To: jq@edc.ml.org Date: Wed, 27 Jan 1999 19:50:34 EST Subject: JQ: [Fic]: A Day In The Life Of Jessie Bannon Message-ID: <72d02d6c.36afb45a@aol.com> Sender: owner-jq@edc.ml.org Return-path: Reply-To: jq@edc.ml.org Received: from mx2.boston.juno.com (mx2.boston.juno.com [205.231.101.55]) by x2.boston.juno.com (8.8.6.Beta0/8.8.6.Beta0/2.0.kim) with ESMTP id TAAAA09326 for ; Wed, 27 Jan 1999 19:58:12 -0500 (EST) Received: from edc.ml.org (a001-1.klippan.se [194.236.65.169]) by mx2.boston.juno.com (8.8.6.Beta0/8.8.6.Beta0/2.0.kim) with SMTP id TAAAA03115; Wed, 27 Jan 1999 19:58:07 -0500 (EST) Received: by edc.ml.org (1.37.109.4/16.2) id AA10858; Thu, 28 Jan 99 02:02:33 +0100 Received: from imo26.mx.aol.com by edc.ml.org with SMTP (1.37.109.4/16.2) id AA10851; Thu, 28 Jan 99 02:01:26 +0100 Received: from TIGERES57@aol.com by imo26.mx.aol.com (IMOv18.1) id 0GVZa00811 for ; Wed, 27 Jan 1999 19:50:34 +1900 (EST) X-Status: Read X-Mailer: AOL 4.0 for Windows 95 sub 214 X-Juno-Att: 0 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit January 27, 1999 DISCLAIMER: HR is running a monopoly. Them and WB. I own nothing, except my cat . . . and my Robin Cook books. *BUT* Caroline and Jer are Peggy's CATEGORY: A touch of Angst RATING: G ARCHIVERS: Tell me you love and want to pay me millions and millions of dollars for it.... or just take it ^_^ A Day In The Life Of Jessie Bannon by Amy Lynn Humphries (TIGERES57@aol.com) Jonathan sat on the rocks. His blonde hair blowing in breeze created by the billowing waves crashing a few feet before him. The spectacle of waves were nothing compared to the cloud mountains miles high and highlighted with sun light from a sun that was slightly bigger then normal and dancing on the waves from a distance. His legs were crossed and his eyes were closed, he was mediating. "Jonny!" Jessie called. Jessie jumped off her hoverboard. She was wearing a black sports bra with a lime green over shirt and faded jean shorts with her favorite green socks and black Nikes. She tore off her black cap and shook her head, letting her red hair flow down her back. Jonny opened one eye, "I'm meditating. Do you mind?". He kept his hands on his knees, except for the split second he grabbed a small rock and tossed it at her, with she caught effortlessly. "Your losing what's left of your touch." "Sure." he muttered and returned to his position. Jessie got back on her hoverboard. "I can take a hint." "As much as the next man." Jonny said, not missing a beat. Jessie stuck her tongue out at him. She hovered for a second and zoomed off to the Palm Key Complex. She flitted over the grass that waved gently like the sea behind her. As she neared the complex she jumped off the hoverboard and rolled a bit then sprang up like a gymnist. "Tada!" She shouted to no one in particular. She turned around suddenly, hearing clapping. "Well Done Ponchita." Race said, leaning on a tree. "Dad!" Jessie smiled. "So," She said smugly, "You thought that was good?" She backed up and did a couple flips and jumped in front of him. "Geez Jess! How much sugar have you had?" "Well, Jonny and Hadji have the exersize room, you think I want to stay in a room with two sweaty guys? Normally yes, but one of them is Jonny." She grinned. Race laughed, "Okay Ponchita." he turned around but suddenly stopped and turned back around, "Jessie? I have to go to Arizona tomorrow. An old favor for an old friend." Jessie laughed and turned her hat, "Dad, I am your only snoopy daughter, I know it's Jade." Race began to turn the color of his shirt. "Have fun!" She called off, getting back on her hover board. "Thanks Jessie, I've get you something!" He laughed as he walked off. Jessie took the board in the house and went up the stairs. "No hoverboarding in the house." Dr. Quest called after her, absent mindedly. "Sorry!" She called back, equally distracked. She took the board up in her right arm and walked in her room and put it on a shelf. She went to her desk which had the perfect view of Bandit and Hadji on the south lawn playing catch. She sat down and opened her labtop. She saw the familar QuestOnline Logo and Iris starting up the E-mail program. She clicked on the addy list and put up Caroline's Adress Subj: Hi Date: Irrelevent From: JBannon@QuestOnline.com To: CSurd@hotmail.com Hi, I know you have acess to Jer. Don't try to kid me Caroline, your his sister and I know how close you guys are. I'm sorry if this is a bit harsh, but it's been one full year since we broke up. . . and I miss him. I don't care if you tell him that, because he probably won't care anyways. It's hard being the only girl here, and you'd be suprised how much I think about him. I'm sorry if I babbled and seemed rude, your a great friend Caroline. Jess Jessie sent the E-mail and was suprised that in less then twenty minutes it came back. Subj: Hi Date: Irrelevent From: JBannon@QuestOnline.com To: JWhttker_96@hotmail.com Amazing what a computer can tap into these days eh Bannon? ::long pause:: ::quietly:: I miss you too kid. Jer (authors note: HEHE I WROTE A FIC! I REGAIN MY FIC WRITER TITLE!!!!!!!! Okay, so in my demented little world Jer and JQ have permenently bonded. Get used to it. :;evil grin) ~Amy da tigger ******************************************************************** * The Jonny Quest mailinglist jq@edc.ml.org * ******************************************************************** * To unsubscribe, send an e-mail to: majordomo@edc.ml.org * * with the message: unsubscribe jq subject is ignored * ********************************************************************