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Amy's doing a meme?!?
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basched From: basched Date: June 25th, 2011 07:46 pm (UTC) (Link)

There were still no signs of the parents or the police. Time was running out, and so was John Casey’s patience. He was not good with children, he didn’t want to be good with children or deal with the way they dribbled and cried and did children things. But this was a US citizen and he had to protect her…he couldn’t possibly abandon this child…even to the likes of the other Buy More staff.

Now…he had to deal with a new thing this girl was doing. He didn’t like it…it was very ominous. The way she was clenching her legs together, her little hands clutching at the folds of her dress…he didn’t like the way she was hopping from one foot to another or the look of desperation on her face. Her little squeaks and wails said all too clearly what was wrong.

She needed to do some business.

“Don’t you have one of them diaper things? Go if you need to go!” he growled. The girl shook her head and moaned pleadingly at Casey. “You need the toilet?”

“YEAA!” One tiny teeny hand let go of her dress and flapped in the air, beckoning him to take hold and lead her away. “Kitty day me! Pweea?!”

“You’re trained to use the head, take yourself!” he said, ignoring the mean looks he got from a couple of the female green shirts when they came into the room. A snarl and a clear view of his clenching fist soon sent them away. That didn’t solve the problem of the girl and her need to use the toilet.

She looked extremely desperate and judging the distance of the female staff toilets, there was no way that the little girl was going to be able to get there on time. He had to take her.

Casey scooped the girl up with one hand, holding onto her by the straps of her dress. He supported the whimpering child by sitting her in his other hand as he rushed out of the canteen. She was tense, so tense and her cries were getting more and more desperate. The female rest room was too far away.

basched From: basched Date: June 25th, 2011 07:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
The door crashed open.

“Get out! All of you!” Casey’s barking voice was enough to get the three men jumping away from the urinals and running out of the toilets in a frantic rush as they did up their flies. Casey sneered at them and then at the state of the men’s toilets. Thank fully the little girl didn’t need to use the urinals so he inspected the cubicles. Jeff’s office wasn’t being used, but Casey reminded himself that one day he would get rid of it. That was a waste of an extra toilet.

Casey found an adequate cubicle—one that was the cleanest—and set the jiggling toddler down next to the porcelain lavatory. She didn’t make any attempt to go about her business. She carried on hopping.

“There! Go already.” Casey snapped and jabbed his finger at the toilet. He then put down the seat and pointed again, gesturing that he did such a nice thing for her.

“Doe de doe!” She pointed at the door.

“Ah! Of course. My apologies.” Casey understood. Of course, she didn’t need him watching and staring at her in her private moment. He didn’t exactly want to watch either. He nodded and then closed the door, standing directly outside like a sentinel.

There was some furious scrambling, a few grunts of effort as the girl got up onto the toilet and then a long high pitched exclamation of “Eeew!”

“This is the gents. What do you expect, kid? Suck it up and go.”

“Ba kitty! Ga de doe!”

He was being ordered about by a kid? Casey huffed angrily, crossed his arms across his chest and waited. Several of the men came back in, even Lester tried to, but one look at the very angry Casey made them turn back round again.

Then…just as the light tinkling sound of urination began, the little girl began to sing. It was a typically girly and kid like song, sung in gibberish and meant absolutely nothing. She was making it up as she went along and Casey suspected that she was singing so he didn’t have to listen to her tinkle, which he was thankful for.

That was until he realised that a good deal of time had gone by. The girl was peeing rather a lot and the singing was becoming even more garbled. Casey began to grind his teeth.
At last, the girl’s singing words slowed and broke up into single words before….silence. There was no more singing…no more tinkling. Only silence. He didn’t hear anything. No rustle of toilet paper or sound of her getting off the toilet. But she must have finished!

“Are you all done in there?” he asked. No answer. Casey took it upon himself to gently ease open the door to peer inside.

The high pitched scream made the Marine jump back in utter shock.


The pushing force on the door of the cubicle slammed it back, nearly catching his fingers. Casey almost cursed out a word and several phrases he used for Chuck or one of the other Buy Morons, but when the sweet little singing started up again he kept his mouth shut.

Colonel John Casey knew that if Chuck or Sarah found out, he would never hear the end of it.

“Ah dun, Kitty!”

The toilet flushed and the door opened before two little hands tugged at the bottom of his trousers.

The police had better turn up soon.
goddessofbirth From: goddessofbirth Date: June 26th, 2011 12:30 am (UTC) (Link)
Ah ha ha ha ha! Loved it!!
basched From: basched Date: June 26th, 2011 05:11 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you so much! :) Glad you liked!
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basched From: basched Date: June 26th, 2011 05:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I hope you like both parts! XD

I might even post this piece up as a oneshot part of the story.

MWAH! thanks for the inspiration.
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basched From: basched Date: June 26th, 2011 07:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
I only put that in there, thinking that LJ might have done that very thing. Because it did for me on Frisk's site.

Glad that you liked! I am really wanting to write some more of Kitty now. But I have some others to do first!

So chuffed that you liked.
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