Fic: You Win Some, You Lose Some... Or Not (PG)

[hardboiledbaby]

Title:You Win Some, You Lose Some... Or Not
Author: hardboiledbaby
Characters: Heyes, Kid, Wheat, Kyle
Rating: PG
Word Count: 246
Summary: Wheat has a map to buried treasure. Or does he?
Disclaimer: Still ain't mine.

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"Treasure, buried treasure!"

"Uh-huh," Heyes said skeptically. Very skeptically.

Wheat unfolded the grubby piece of parchment and pointed. "X marks the spot, see?"

"You're sure about that, are you?" Zigzagging his finger across the faded surface, Heyes searched for a landmark or a familiar feature. Anything that would give some evidence that the map was authentic. But there was nothing—the trail started at Nowhere In Particular and ended at No Place At All. "Can't be real," he finally declared.

"Don't say that!" Wheat protested. Elbowing Heyes aside, he snatched up the paper and clutched it to himself indignantly. "For what it cost, it had better be real!"

"God damn Wheat, I thought you and Kyle found that thing somewheres," Kid exclaimed. "How much did you pay for it?"

"I didn't buy it, exactly. Just won it off of a miner in a poker game."

Kyle piped up, "The old timer said it was worth a hunnert times the size of the pot, easy."

Laughing, Kid said, "Knowing the kind of stakes you play, that ain't saying much."

"Moreover," Heyes added, "it don't make much sense for the man to wager something that valuable in a penny-ante game, now does it? Not if it was the genuine article."

"Oh, hell," Wheat groaned.

Plucking the map out of Wheat's grasp, Kid said, "You got conned, good and proper. Quit your bellyaching."

"Right," Heyes agreed. "Stick to cash, and maybe the next time you win, you won't lose."

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Notes: An alphabet fic, starting (obviously) with the letter T. I blame dawnebeth. :)

Comments

[quoshara.livejournal.com]

Poor, poor Wheat... and Kyle. They have just enough sense between them to be dangerous, don't they? *cackles*

[hardboiledbaby]

Hee! Well, you and SMF ought to know... I swear, I still get a giggle fit when I think of bananas... *sporfle* Thanks for reading!

[velyrhorde.livejournal.com]

Yeah ... I think they have about half a thought each, and they share that!

I do luvs me some Kyle though! Dennis was hilarious!

Thanks, Baby!!

[dawnebeth.livejournal.com]

Way back when, I actually wrote Sixteen magazine a letter asking for pictures or an article on Dennis Fimple because I luvs me some Kyle so so much. He has really nice blue eyes. The magazine did not oblige. ;-(

[hardboiledbaby]

about half a thought each Hee, that's about the size of it! Thanks for reading :)

[dawnebeth.livejournal.com]

Heehee! At first I'm thinking, blame me? Why?--Oh, yeah, boy my recall is dreadful--an Alphabet fic.

I didn't even notice it was an alphabet fic until you told me, I was getting all caught up in Heyes chastising Wheat and Kyle with a big grin on my face.

[hardboiledbaby]

Hee, glad it gave you a grin; thanks for reading!

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

Hee, that's brilliant :) Wheat and Kyle are such lovable dolts... and kudos for the alphabet. Very well played.

[hardboiledbaby]

Thank you, hon! It was fun; give it a whirl sometime :)

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

You done good. *g* Thanks, Baby. (I didn't cry over this one!)

[hardboiledbaby]

Aw, thanks, K. :)

[hutchynstarsk.livejournal.com]

So cute!!! xD

[hardboiledbaby]

Thanks! :)