Futurama Slash

As they fought the robots Mom deprogrammed, Amy looks over at her companion in combat. Ponytail whipping in the wind, the high combat boots, and skin tight wife-beater; who wouldn’t go crazy over that? Amy’s thoughts drift to the men in there lives and reconsiders; what men?! They have all run away to leave the fighting to the girls. She looks again at the strength she battles along side of. The broad chest, muscular legs,

Leela: “Amy, look out!” (She drop-kicks the rogue blender about to dice Amy’s hand off)

Amy: “Thanks.”

Leela: “Thank me later. We have to get the remote away from Mom. That’s how she’s controlling the robots.” (She dodges more blows)

Amy: “I’ll distract the robots so you can get to her.”

Leela: “Good idea. You were always the brains of the operation.”

Amy began to wave her arms and pretend she was injured. The robots focused their attention on the damsel in distress. There was no Prince Charming to save her; just Leela. Again, Amy’s mind wandered to her unsung hero. ‘The brains of the operation,’ Amy reflected. That meant Leela was the brawn! They did make an awesome pair. What more could two girls need? Just then, the robots stopped dead in their tracks. Leela must have done it!

Leela: “Are you ok?” (Helping Amy to her feet)

Amy: “I am now, thanks to you.” (Hugging Leela hard)

Leela: (Whispering in Amy’s ear) “No, the thanks go to you.”

The two stand in the rubble holding each other. Neither one wants to let go. Both are lost in the moment now broken by the noise of the yellow figures that have decided to come back.

Fry: “So, are you two gonna mud wrestle now?” (Leela drop-kicks Fry in the chest)

Leela: “Guess who has clean-up detail. Yup, YOU! (Turning to Amy putting her arm around her) Let’s leave this mess to the boys. We have celebrating to do.”

Amy: “Yes we do.”