I wanted to write a fanfiction for my best friend that surrounded
around the pairing of Burns/Smithers from The Simpsons. The result
was this little story thats before you. I hope she, and the rest
of you readers, like it.
I do not own The Simpsons.
His eyes opened, his imaginary world shattering
for a moment. The dim moonlight shone through his big, dark window.
The white light curved around a figure in the room. Once his vision
became clear, the old man immediately recognized the
“Smithers!” yelled Mr. Burns as he slapped his
assistants hand away. “What the hell are you doing, waking me
up like this? Do you have any idea what time it is?”
over at the flickering clock, he noticed that the time was ungodly.
It was the time when the young crowds were all out at bars, screaming
about how much they were wasted. Biting his lip, Smithers quietly
responded, “But, sir… I heard you crying in your sleep.”
He eyed Burns with a look of worry in his eyes. “Did you have a