Thanks go to Margie, who not only beta-read this, but egged me on while I was writing it. If it wasn't for her, you wouldn't be reading this little gem today.

Electrons Giving Their Lives For The Cause
by Ninjababe

"Bodie! Help!" Doyle screamed as he backed away from the evil villain and the knife he was carrying. "I can't possibly defeat this miscreant!"

The writer stared in horror at what she had just written before glaring  at her fingers. Quickly erasing what she written, she started again...

Bodie grabbed Doyle and kissed his partner soundly. Surprised and outraged, Ray tried to claw out the younger man's eyes with his nails.

Grabbing the slightly smaller man, Bodie swung Ray up into his arms. "Put me down, you big brute!" Doyle screamed as he lashed out, his legs kicking ineffectively at Bodie's side.

'This isn't right!' the writer muttered, deleting yet again and wondering what was possessing her fingers...

"Oh Bodie, you're so muscular!" Doyle said as he was being carried up the
stairs in his soon-to-be lover's arms.

'A little better, but still too much like a bodice ripper,' the writer said as she again deleted and stared at the blank screen.

It was a dark, stormy night, and all was quiet in the cabin, save for the crackle of the fire. The snow had knocked out the power, and the only light in the cabin was from the fire and the candles that littered every available flat surface.

Gazing through his eyelashes at Bodie, Ray thought what it would be like to see the other man naked, his pale bosom heaving and the treasure between his legs exposed at long last.

Pulling her hair out, the writer deleted yet again. Getting out of her chair, she started to pace the room, muttering to herself and waving her hands about. Suddenly, a look of pure rapture flashed across her face, and she ran for her computer, stopping to grab a cookie along the way to keep the creative processes flowing.

"Bodie," Ray said softly.

"Yeah?" the younger man asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

"I love you."

"What?!" Bodie exclaimed as the car swerved into oncoming traffic.

'No, no, no, No, NO!' the writer screamed as she picked her monitor up in preparation of throwing it. Taking a deep breath, she put the monitor down again and stared at the blank screen yet another time.

Bodie swooned at the sight of Ray in his naked splendor, his piston of love
proudly swaying.

'Ack! Evil euphemisms!' the writer exclaimed as she started over, telling the program that no, she didn't want to save her progress.

"Oh Bodie... I don't... Know what I'd... do without You!" Doyle said as he
wrapped his arms around his partner's neck.

Horrified, the writer gave her room a rapid look to assure herself that it wasn't pink and that her cat was indeed still a cat, and not a yappy dog. 'One more try, then I give up,' she muttered.

Doyle lay back, knowing he was blushing and unable to stop himself.  He
couldn't believe how nervous he was.  Surely his manly lover would realize
he'd never done... this... with anyone, and would be gentle with him.

"That's it! I give up!" she screamed, shutting her computer off and stomping off to make some fresh tea.

The End

Dedicated to all writers everywhere who couldn't get a story to work.