Good Glue

Author: (Trumpetlee@aol.com)
Rating: PG
Summary: Putting Humpty-Dumpty back together again.
Disclaimer: Not mine! Belong to people like Brian Henson and Rockne O'Bannon, who are cool and stuff.
Spoilers: Bad Timing. A very little thing for Thank God It’s Friday Again. That’s it.

It was very early in the morning when something hit the front door.

Luckily, she was already awake, even though it was so frelling early. She opened the front door, and looked around, but saw no one. She stepped outside, and immediately tripped over something.

After stumbling forward a bit, she regained her balance and looked down.

There sat a large, brown sack of… something. She had no idea what. On top of it was a small card. She blinked and picked it up curiously.

Dear, Loyal Viewer:

If you could put this back together, we would be most appreciative.

Sincerely,

She blinked. And blinked again, and blinked once more before carefully opening the sack and reaching a hand in. She pulled out a glass shard.

With an eye on it.

A big, bright, blue eye.

“I have great eyes, they’re better than twenty/twenty and their BLUE!”

A smile spread across her pale features. “Drad.”

She’d decided not to play Frisbee that day, but she promised she’d make an appearance, so there she was. She sat on the soft, abnormally dry grass with the pile of shattered glass, and a jumbo-sized bottle of superglue.

Sean, a burly young man with dark hair, blinked as he watched his long-time friend intently glue pieces together. “Leigh?”

She looked up at him, green eyes to his blue. “Hey!” She got up and hugged him briefly. The first Frisbee game of the summer dictated hugs to those you hadn’t seen in a while.

“Hey,” he repeated as she plopped back down on the grass. “What are you doing?”

“Not much,” She replied, not looking up. She took two pieces and looked from one to the other. “Nothing much at all. Why?”

“Aren’t you going to play?” he asked.

“Nope,” she replied. “I’ve got work to do.”

“I thought you said you weren’t doing much,” Sean pointed out, obviously confused.

“Ssshh!” she ordered. “I’m trying to work here. Go play.”

He sighed and shook his head, turning and running off in the other direction.

“LEIGH!!!!”

She was attacked from behind.

Leigh laughed. “Hi, Meg! What’s up?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Meg replied, pointing a long finger at the two large boots sitting in front of her friend.

“Don’t touch,” Leigh warned. “They’re not dry yet.”

Meg blinked green eyes and put a hand through her short brown hair. “I’m…. gonna go… play Frisbee!”

“Cool,” Leigh replied.

Joe was a curious 19-year-old.

When he spotted one of his oldest friends sitting with a pair of fully leathered and booted legs, his curiosity drew him to her.

“Leigh?”

“Hm?"

He sat down next to her. “Did you… kill someone?”

“Nope,” she replied, picking up a piece. “I’m putting Humpty-Dumpty back together again.”

“Huh?”

“You know the rhyme, right?” Leigh asked, turning to him.

“Of course,” Joe replied. “Hey, Leigh,” he leered, trying to distract her. “I bleached my hair again… I look like Spike.”

She smiled. “Cool.”

He pouted, but it quickly disappeared. “So… this is Humpty-Dumpty?”

“Something like that,” Leigh replied. “He needs to be put back together. He doesn’t deserve to lie in pieces for the rest of his life.”

Joe shook his head and kissed his friend’s curly hair. “You put him back together. I’m gonna go play.”

She smiled. “Kay.”

“He’s got a nice ass, but I’m sure he’d be much happier if he had a torso and a head.”

Leigh looked up at the two Asian girls standing above her. “I’m working on it.” She glued two more pieces together.

“Who is he?” Nancy, the shorter one, asked.

“Humpty-Dumpty,” Leigh replied.

The other girl, Teresa, snorted. “I refuse to believe an egg has that nice of an ass.”

Leigh smiled. “You’ll see him when he’s finished if he stays long enough.”

“HEY TERESA!” Sean cried from farther down the field. “YOU’RE ON MY TEAM!”

Teresa smiled. “Gotta go!” she ran spastically toward their other friends.

Nancy sighed. “I’m gonna make sure she doesn’t get hurt… again.” She jogged off.

Leigh glued.

“What would you do if I kicked this in?”

Leigh glared up at the six-foot-three-inch Jewish boy standing over her. “I’d kill you, and make myself a flux capacitor so I could travel back in time and kill you again… and again… and again.”

Nate smiled. “I’m kidding. Who is he? You’re boyfriend?”

“Nope,” Leigh replied. “Just a friend in need is all.”

Nate shrugged. “Okay.” He ran off to play.

By the time the Frisbee game had ended, Leigh was gluing the last pit of hair back onto the full sculpture. As the group approached, there was a small spark of life and “Humpty-Dumpty” was no fairytale.

“Hi,” Leigh said. “Feeling better?”

He gave her a thankful smile. “Yeah. What’s your name?”

“Leigh.”

He nodded. “Thanks, Leigh.” He stretched. “Where am I?”

“Earth,” Leigh replied. “But not your Earth, unfortunately. You’ll be fine, I think. I didn’t put anything in the wrong place, did I?”

He looked himself over. “Nope. Things look to be okay… you super glued me, didn’t you?”

She smirked and shrugged as he picked some purple gunk off his fingers.

“Ugh… guess it’s a small price to pay for not being… whatever it was that I was.”

She smiled. “I’m just glad you’re alright. It makes me feel better.”

He nodded. “Me, too. Any idea where Aeryn is?”

She frowned a little and shrugged. “Sorry. They only sent me your pieces.”

“S’okay,“ he replied. “I’ll find her.” He saw himself fade a little. “Looks like I’m outta here. Thanks again, Leigh.”

She waved and got to her feet. “See ya, John.”

He gave her the peace sign she recognized from a very early episode, and he disappeared with a small flash of light.

She smiled as her friends approached. “Hi, Guys.”

“Leigh?” Joe asked. “What just happened?”

She smiled wider and turned to her friends. “Nothing. Nothing at all. Let’s go get some dinner. I’m starving.”

Her friends, though very confused, shrugged it off, and followed her from the field to the parking lot.

They watched her look to the sky and smile.

The End