twincityhacker

I didn't actually mean to write this.

Since I looking at my friends list, and when I happened to refresh I saw that

slwatson had posted another one of her stories, and then I realized OMG! The challenge ends in three weeks and I only have one story done! So I set down to write something with Joel, or maybe something in the greenhouse. Then it's all lead, then a "hear" a paint roller, and then I'm suddebly sitting in fromt of a mostly finsihed drabble.

And now with the background, onto the fic.

Tittle: Lead-Based
Series: MST3K, General Series (Dr. Laurence Erhardt)
Prompt: Lead
Rating: PG
Summery: When you home is in a radioactive dump, you have to take some procautions.

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While most rooms in Deep 13 were unfinished bare rock, some of them had concrete walls.

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Clay had started him painting the walls of those rooms with lead paint, to try to keep the deadly radioactivity out.

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He did what was told.

Load up roller with paint.

Lar was, after all, the junior partner in the relationship.

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But he did have to wonder.

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What's the use of trying to keep the poison out if it had already settled into your heart?

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Now, if I could only figure out if the it's actually MST3K-y enough to call it MST3K for the challenge...