Disclaimer: Warren and the Medlab and Remy belong to Marvel. Naomi
belongs to me. This is set in a cross-over between Naomi-verse
(completely continuity free) and KayleeJaya's Mooksverse (has some
Kaylee has not sanctioned this, and it's not by any stretch of the
imagination really a part of the Mooksverse. Nor part of Naomi-verse.
It's just a little statement by me.
No romance. At all. (It's got Naomi and ~Warren~ I mean, really, get
of the grass! Ew!)
Remembering Those Who Have Yet To Fall
"I'm Miss Average."
Warren wondered briefly why it was that Miss Average felt the need to
corner him when he wandered down to the medlab for something to stop his
hangover, but he recognised the set jaw and squinty eyes of a woman
determined to say her piece. What he didn't know and was thus not
forewarned about was what happened when a normally reserved girl got
"But there's something have to say," Naomi continued. "I heard about
the other day." She squinted up at him expectantly.
Warren looked back down at her, a charmingly blank smile flashed. "What
about the other day?" he asked.
Naomi sighed. "You must remember. When you were..." there was a
noticeable pause for diplomacy, "talking to Remy about AIDS?"
Warren winced, then frowned. He'd been given enough crap about that one
little, perfectly understandable mistake, and he wasn't going to put up
with crap from this outsider about it. He took a deep breath and--
"It's like Legacy, and I don't understand how someone as intelligent as
you could fall for the propaganda" Naomi said, neatly stabbing Warren's
cutting putdown to uselessness, as only a compliment can.
"Huh?" A not quite as charming expression, this time.
"AIDS isn't a disease gay people have," Naomi told him solemnly.
"It's not?" Warren was beginning to have a feeling that he was missing
Warren was certain that he was missing something now, but he couldn't
figure out what it was. He hopefully kept his mouth shut, thinking that
perhaps that would lead to something slightly more illuminating.
Naomi evidently either realised that she wasn't making much sense or she
settled more firmly into the saddle of her hobby horse. "You know most
of the people who have AIDS are not gay."
"They're not?" Warren calculated the distance to the door.
Naomi, with the unconscious skill of a long time trivia buff shifted her
weight and cut off easy escape. "No. Did you know that WHO recently
said that thirty percent of fifteen year olds on one whole continent
will be dead within ten years of AIDS."
Warren's eyes tore away from the door and fastened on Naomi in
disbelief. "That's not right."
Naomi nodded. "F- Um, Damn straight, it's the truth. It's in Africa
and that's boys and girls."
Warren's face crinkled, handsomely, in thought. "But ... I thought
they'd almost found a cure?"
"They have. Plus the UN and WHO put together, and the treatment drugs
are a fraction of their previous cost to those third world nations."
Naomi shook her head.
"But ... then why are they saying that that many people will die?"
Naomi's voice was sad. "Because this is the continent where over 3
million kids a year die of an easily preventable disease each year."
"What? What disease? It must be pretty bad, if that many--"
"Measles? But that's like..." Warren's brain caught up with his mouth.
"Yeah, a kids disease, that almost everyone is immunised against.
Except over there." Naomi blinked rapidly. "Anyway, I just thought you
Warren was now thoroughly confused. "Know what?"
"That it's silly to say 'He's gay, he must have AIDS.' It's kinda twenty
years out of date by now." Naomi evidently realised where she was and
blushed suddenly. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to harass you. Remind me
never to get started on the idiocy of Australian political parties. I'd
better go, I've got, um..."
Warren smiled, a genuine flash of humour. "Festy marines to go back
Naomi groaned. "I will kill Bobby, yes I will."
On a note of mutual sympathy, Warren headed back upstairs, and Naomi
went back to reading information sheets on chemicals and deciding if
possible psychological alterations were better or worse than possible
tumours on the appendages.
Notes: The facts are true, so far as they were when I heard them, the
WHO statement today, and the measles one a year ago in a book of
statistics on immunisation.
The festy marines are from 'StarCraft' a game that's not nearly as much
fun when your speakers don't work, I'll tell you that for nothing.
The information sheet is the MSDS sheet that laboratories are required
to have on any chemical, as well as warning labels on the chemicals
themselves. (In one lab I was in, they had a warning on the skim milk
powder used in fluorescent assays (Dangerous: Causes sensitisation by
I meant it about the Australian political parties.
December 1, International AIDS Day. A screw up in the making, and a
modern day Black Plague. We're talking similar proportions here, or
worse, let alone in sheer number terms.
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