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| Entry tags: | drabbles: smk, fic: smk |
From the livejournal archives: more SMK drabble
(Amanda, sometime in Spring, 1985)
It's my third try.
In the past two years, I've been drugged. Almost laundered to death. Chloroformed. Shot at. Used as a revenge tool. Abducted. Gassed.
I'll be damned if my career becomes Amanda King: Professional Hostage.
So I'm going to pass this training course.
The times I've saved Scarecrow's life or survived a face-to-face with the KGB or gosh, once prevented the nuclear annhilation of Washgington, D.C.? Intuition. Panic. Luck.
I need more than luck (or a very protective partner) to survive.
I can't tell Lee this. He's misunderstand. He'd feel guilty.
It's my third try.
I will pass.
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