What Happens At Cons
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G through L › The Greatest American Hero
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
1,271
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Greatest American Hero, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
What Happens At Cons
REVIEW and RATING would be most righteous.
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B/R SLASH AHEAD. You’ve been warned.
“You mean it, Dad? We can go?” Kevin Hinkley yelled, running out of the house to his father.
“Sure, Kev. Bill and I talked about it, and we’ll take you.”
Kevin looked at the FBI special agent, then pulled Ralph by the arm closer to him.
He whispered, hardly trying to hide it from Bill, “I was hoping it’d just be me and you, Dad. He goes everywhere with you!”
“Shhh, Kevin, no he doesn’t,” Ralph said, although he knew Kevin was right. When Ralph wasn’t teaching, and Bill wasn’t on duty, they were inseparable these past several months.
Kevin didn’t choose to reply; he simply gave Ralph a strange look that the elder Hinkley couldn’t interpret. The teen boy shook his head and walked to the house, thinking it better not to tell his father what he really thought of the close relationship between the two men.
“What was that all about?” Bill asked as the front door slammed. He was leaning against his Dodge, the door hanging open.
Ralph went to his partner’s car, and drew out the colorful brochure for Palmcon 9, in (of all places), Palmdale, California.
“Nothing, don’t mind him. He wanted a real father-son weekend is all. He’ll be having too much fun to notice me, let alone you, there. But being only 15, he needs an adult guardian along. I’ll check out where he’s going every so often, and let him be. He’s a good kid, I’m sure he’ll find some boys his age and go play Dungeons and Dragons or something.”
“What did I let you talk me into, Ralph? Sounds boring as hell.”
“I don’t know, Bill. From what Kevin’s told me, it sounds like a great escape from reality for the weekend. It’ll be a long weekend, did you get Friday off?”
“Yeah, nothin’ to it. My main problem is being in Palmdale.”
“Look at this, Bill!” Ralph pointed to something in the brochure: UFO Spotting. Ralph read aloud, “There is a high number of reported UFO sightings in and around Palmdale. Anyone wishing to come along can follow some of the convention committee out into the desert, and wait for UFOs. Huge fun to be had by all. 21+ only, please.”
“Whaddya think of that, Ralph? Think any of these geeks have seen the real greenguys, or is it wishful thinking?”
“Wishful thinking, I’m sure. They’re probably hoping they’ll be beamed out of here.”
“Ha!” Bill exclaimed, shaking his head.
Ralph looked Bill up and down, frowning.
“What?” his best friend asked, frowning back.
“You’re not going to wear that, are you?”
Bill looked down at his beloved “Happiness Is A Warm Pistol” t-shirt, fishing vest and light blue jeans. His ensemble was complete with the brown suede shoes and fishing hat. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Bill, come on, everyone dresses in costume at these things! Do something wacky, this is a sci-fi and fantasy convention. Where’s that pirate outfit you had a couple years ago?”
“That thing? It’s collecting dust, and it’s going to keep collecting it too, for its dust-bunny collection.”
“We’ll find something at the con,” Ralph said, nodding his head as if it was a done-deal. “I’ve already got the rooms, Bill. Kev and I will share one, and you get the other.”
“Good, gives me an escape from all the freaks.”
“Lighten up, Maxwell. You’re always so wound up. Leave your badge, ID and gun home for a weekend.”
“Like that will happen!”
“Bill, come on. Do you ever go anywhere without your gun and badge?”
“What do you think? Are you going to leave the suit home?”
“Heck no, that’s my costume!”
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B/R SLASH AHEAD. You’ve been warned.
“You mean it, Dad? We can go?” Kevin Hinkley yelled, running out of the house to his father.
“Sure, Kev. Bill and I talked about it, and we’ll take you.”
Kevin looked at the FBI special agent, then pulled Ralph by the arm closer to him.
He whispered, hardly trying to hide it from Bill, “I was hoping it’d just be me and you, Dad. He goes everywhere with you!”
“Shhh, Kevin, no he doesn’t,” Ralph said, although he knew Kevin was right. When Ralph wasn’t teaching, and Bill wasn’t on duty, they were inseparable these past several months.
Kevin didn’t choose to reply; he simply gave Ralph a strange look that the elder Hinkley couldn’t interpret. The teen boy shook his head and walked to the house, thinking it better not to tell his father what he really thought of the close relationship between the two men.
“What was that all about?” Bill asked as the front door slammed. He was leaning against his Dodge, the door hanging open.
Ralph went to his partner’s car, and drew out the colorful brochure for Palmcon 9, in (of all places), Palmdale, California.
“Nothing, don’t mind him. He wanted a real father-son weekend is all. He’ll be having too much fun to notice me, let alone you, there. But being only 15, he needs an adult guardian along. I’ll check out where he’s going every so often, and let him be. He’s a good kid, I’m sure he’ll find some boys his age and go play Dungeons and Dragons or something.”
“What did I let you talk me into, Ralph? Sounds boring as hell.”
“I don’t know, Bill. From what Kevin’s told me, it sounds like a great escape from reality for the weekend. It’ll be a long weekend, did you get Friday off?”
“Yeah, nothin’ to it. My main problem is being in Palmdale.”
“Look at this, Bill!” Ralph pointed to something in the brochure: UFO Spotting. Ralph read aloud, “There is a high number of reported UFO sightings in and around Palmdale. Anyone wishing to come along can follow some of the convention committee out into the desert, and wait for UFOs. Huge fun to be had by all. 21+ only, please.”
“Whaddya think of that, Ralph? Think any of these geeks have seen the real greenguys, or is it wishful thinking?”
“Wishful thinking, I’m sure. They’re probably hoping they’ll be beamed out of here.”
“Ha!” Bill exclaimed, shaking his head.
Ralph looked Bill up and down, frowning.
“What?” his best friend asked, frowning back.
“You’re not going to wear that, are you?”
Bill looked down at his beloved “Happiness Is A Warm Pistol” t-shirt, fishing vest and light blue jeans. His ensemble was complete with the brown suede shoes and fishing hat. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Bill, come on, everyone dresses in costume at these things! Do something wacky, this is a sci-fi and fantasy convention. Where’s that pirate outfit you had a couple years ago?”
“That thing? It’s collecting dust, and it’s going to keep collecting it too, for its dust-bunny collection.”
“We’ll find something at the con,” Ralph said, nodding his head as if it was a done-deal. “I’ve already got the rooms, Bill. Kev and I will share one, and you get the other.”
“Good, gives me an escape from all the freaks.”
“Lighten up, Maxwell. You’re always so wound up. Leave your badge, ID and gun home for a weekend.”
“Like that will happen!”
“Bill, come on. Do you ever go anywhere without your gun and badge?”
“What do you think? Are you going to leave the suit home?”
“Heck no, that’s my costume!”