By Nicki Knight
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Knuckles swatted Perfect Tommy on the back of the head.
"Ouch!" PT protested, rubbing the offended spot. "What was that for?!" he demanded, turning on her.
"Because you're you!" Knuckles snapped back.
Tommy smiled. "I thought that was a good thing."
Knuckles took another swing, but Perfect Tommy was too experienced in her attacks to stand still for it.
Bouncing back he just barely dodged. "Really? What did I do?" he wanted to know, trying to sound concerned, but he couldn't help but grin. He lived to spar with her. Damn, he liked feisty women... and none were as feisty as this one. There was a reason they called her Knuckles!
"You wanna tell me just how your neck supports that enormous balloon of hot air you like to call a head?" she demanded. She circled him, looking for an opening.
Someone chuckled.
The combatants paused, glancing sharply at Buckaroo and Tommy Boy who were leaning back on the couch, popping popcorn and enjoying the show.
Buckaroo shrugged. "Sorry. Just thinking about what else we call a head."
Tommy Boy grinned as she popped another buttery morsel.
Perfect Tommy glared.
Knuckles took full advantage of the distraction to leap forward and smacking him on the head again.
"Ow!... You ever heard of brain damage?!" Tommy snapped. There came a point when bruises were no longer funny.
"No worry." Knuckles growled as she continued to prowl. "With that cushion of hot air in there I could drop a damn safe on your head and it'd just bounce off."
"Oooch." Tommy Boy winced. "Popcorn?" she offered the bowl to Buckaroo.
"Would you PLEASE tell me what you're pissed off about THIS time?!" Perfect Tommy growled back.
"Is there a girl on earth you haven't slept with?!" Knuckles demanded.
"What?" Then it dawned on him. "Aw... you've been readin' that fanfic stuff, haven't you?!" He tugged on his jacket. "You think they got my character down right?"
Knuckles took another swing, but Perfect Tommy caught her wrist. "Yea." she hissed, yanking her hand free. "Sure looks right on." Again she began to circle.
His eyes narrowed. "Hey! What do you care anyway?"
Knuckles stopped, facing off. "Who said I do?!"
"You're the one smacking me in the head." Perfect Tommy straightened up and grinned. "You trying to lay claim on me or something?"
As if startled by the question, Knuckles stepped back. She stared at him with wide eyes for what seemed a long time.
For some unknown reason, Perfect Tommy suddenly felt guilty. Sighing, he offered his hand in peace. "Look, Knuckles. it's fanfiction. Just 'cause it's written doesn't mean it's true. Ask Reno."
Knuckles jabbed a finger at his chest. "If I was laying claim, I would of shot you instead of just smacking you." she snarled, before spinning around and stomping out, slamming the door behind her.
Frustrated, Perfect Tommy threw his hands in the air with a loud "Aurgh!" Then he spun about and headed for the opposite door, slamming it close behind him.
Tommy Boy popped another popcorn. "Think we should write another one?"
Buckaroo grinned, reaching down and grabbing his lap top.
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