From NoDUI@aol.com Wed May 29 19:08:06 1996
Date: Fri, 17 May 1996 17:47:26 -0400
From: NoDUI@aol.com
Reply-To: b5-creative@lists1.best.com
To: b5-creative@lists1.best.com
Subject: [STORY]One Ivonova Moment....

This is a story that I came up with at about 3 in the morining....take it
with a grain
of salt.

If JMS or PTEN wants their characters back, they can frigging have them!

                                    ONE IVANOVA MOMENT
                                      BY JON SOUZA

            I had just finished my second bowl of ramen when she popped up on
my
screen.  Literally.

            Commander Susan Ivanova, looking just a little worried, popped up
on a side
window of my PC.  "What do you think you're doing?" she asked.

             "Writing," I replied.  "If you haven't noticed."

              "Yes, I have!" she replied.  "Hold on for just a second....."
and she disappeared.
I looked at the ramen bowl.  Did I make it wrong?  My computer has a CD
player, and
it continued to play Sarah McLachlan music as I stared at the monitor.  I
just kept on
typing when Ivanova popped back up on my monitor.  "Could we talk for a
minute?"

              "Why the hell not?  This is your part, after all," I replied.
 Thank God nobody
was up at this hour, it would have been embarrasing.  "So, what do you want
to talk 
about?"

              "You, really.  Do you know what time it is?" Ivanova asked.

              "Three am," I replied.  "So?"

              "Shouldn't you be in bed, asleep?"

              "I just got an idea to finish this part," I said.  "I have to
get it typed up now, or
else it'll never get done.  Don't put off to tomorrow what you can do today
and all that
drek."

               "And you wonder why you're still a virgin, and you've never
been out on a date.
Have you checked the last time you took a shower?" Ivanova asked.

               "I think I took one this month," I replied.

               "Like I said, you should be getting some sleep.  You need your
rest-you're 
driving yourself like mad...." Ivanova said.

                "Why am I talking to you?" I asked.  "You're a figment of my
imagination."

                "That's precisely why I AM talking to you.  The other
figments of your
imagination wanted to, but I'm here because they think you'll listen to me.
 If you
want someone else to talk to you," Ivanova said, "maybe I should get them.  
Sheridan?  Delenn?  Garibaldi?  I wouldn't try Kosh, he'd drive you more
bonkers
then you are now."

                "Or I'd drive him up the proverbial wall," I replied.  "Ok, I
conceed.  I'll
get some sleep, but under one condition."

                 "Well, now you're reasonable," Ivanova said.  "What is it?"

                 "If you can fix this little part in the story, I'd be really
happy, so I can get
it out on the 'net," I asked.

                  "Agreed, now get yourself some sleep," Ivanova told me.


                  The next morning, I booted up my comptuer to get back to
work.  When
I got into Word Perfect, I found that my most recent story was finished.
 With the
parts that I asked Ivanova to get done finished.  There was even a note
attached to the
story-"Jon, don't work so hard.  You're driving us all crazy-Ivanova."

                    True story, folks.