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Fic: SPN/Sanctuary, No One Explains the Rules, PG13
disclaimer: not mine
fandoms: Supernatural, Sanctuary
SPOILERS FOR BOTH
Characters: Jo Harvelle, Ashley Magnus. Some vaguely femslashy shippy bits.
Length: 2400
Rating: PG13, language, violence
Notes: this prompt at the Ladiesthon, it went places I wasn't expecting.
Summary: Everyone says the end of the world is quick...
No One Explains the Rules
by ALC Punk!
They say the end of the world is biblical: all nuclear weapons and snowy white fallout, or the world just going dark as God makes his choices. Some mention floods, demons, devils and all of the evils man can do to each other.
Jo Harvelle wanted to tell those people it was none of that.
It was blood, sweat and tears, standing on a cliff and shouting at the heavens until she was hoarse. Shooting into mist, burning bones and salting the earth she met at every crossroads until there were no more crossroads.
It was marching against something that never seemed to end, firing until there was nothing left but the wind.
It was getting gutted, and dying in a hardware store in a deserted town, your mom crying her eyes out over you before she blew herself to kingdom fucking come.
Jo wasn't really sure she'd been prepared for what the afterlife was. Certainly, if someone had told her it was the world ending over and over, she wouldn't have believed them. Once, early on, one of the Angels had told her that the shifting movements, the guns (that weren't guns) and battles were all part of a pattern, that if they stopped moving among them, the world would end.
Not something she'd believed in then. Not something she really believed in now.
Didn't mean she wasn't happy when she finally got company. "You can carry the extra ammo."
"What?" Gold-plated gun up, Ashley Magnus shook her head. "Do I look like--"
Jo hushed her with a hand in the air, eyes squinting on the distance (muddied browns and greens, the quick flicker of blood--) "We're gonna have company. Shut up and don't stop firing until I tell you."
The flickering drew nearer, and Jo leveled her shotgun at it. Blessed rock salt shredded the edges, then the sharper boom of the pistol ripped at it.
Before long, there was nothing there anymore. Jo opened the shotgun, counting the shells as she shoved them in. Ten. Damn, it was getting harder and harder to kill those things. With a twist of her shoulders, she sheathed it at her back. "We've got about an hour, we should probably move."
"Move? Hour?" Ashley was closer, her breathing even as though she were used to danger.
"I'm not sure what it is, but the only way to stop it is brute force."
Ashley flashed her a smile, "I like those kinds of problems." She sounded confident, eager.
Just like Jo had, in the beginning. She didn't return the smile, taking Ashley's elbow and concentrating. The world around them went fuzzy for a moment, then became clear. Different location, the forest and tangled broken factory left behind them.
"What the hell?"
"You'll get used to it," Jo told her, heading for the diner that flickered in and out of existence. "Hope you like waffles."
"No--" Ashley yanked free and grabbed Jo, spinning her around. "Explanations, now."
"Over waffles." Not giving an inch, Jo turned away and continued toward the diner. "You'll wanna eat. We might not get the chance for a while."
Something rustled on the breeze and Ashley cursed, but followed her.
The stench of sulfur was washed away by syrup and pancakes once they were inside the diner.
-=-
Jo wouldn't talk about the end of the world until she had a cup of coffee in front of her. Even then, she took her time, fingers playing with the sugar packets until Ashley grabbed for them, tossing them on another table.
"Talk."
"Is cheap--" Jo held up a hand before Ashley's flashing eyes could cause her to say something she'd regret. "The world is ending. Some stupid idiot started Armageddon. We're the gatekeepers."
"So who's the key master?" Ashley said sarcastically.
"You don't want to meet her." Not letting her momentum go, Jo continued, the words feeling like rote even if it was the first time she'd said them, "We guard these borderlands, keep the incursions down, so the people back on Earth... can fix things."
"Fix things."
"Maybe. No one's really sure." Jo wasn't going to get into astral conversations, ouija boards or the walking dead one might encounter here.
Not yet, at least.
Ashley didn't look like she believed her, "So how'd I get here?"
Rubbing a hand over her face, Jo waited for the nameless waitress to drop off their breakfast before answering. With her waffles drowning in a widening puddle of blueberry syrup, she finally said, "Thought you'd realized that by now."
"What?"
"You're dead. We're dead," Jo pluralized it, figuring that might help a little.
"Fuck that." Dropping her silverware, Ashley jerked to her feet. "This is bullshit, and I'm done here."
"Have you looked at the waitress?"
The question made Ashley frown. She shot a glance at the woman bussing the table one aisle over, and her frown deepened. "I don't..."
"I don't ask how I got here," Jo said, not looking at the waitress. She had, once. It had made her skin crawl. She wasn't surprised when Ashley dropped back into the booth with a strange sound. "I don't ask what she is. I just do the job I was handed. You got any complaints, take 'em up with her boss."
That seemed to settle things, for the moment.
-=-
Next attack was a tug in her gut, and Jo was out of the diner before Ashley had cleared the table, plates clattering behind her. Ashley reached her as the scenery shifted, pulling itself apart and settling down again.
Dusty road, sun high overhead, and Jo remembered how much of a headache she used to get. That salty tang in the air, while she drove and drove until there was something in the distance that wasn't yellow, white or grey. She closed her eyes for a moment, wondering if she'd ever feel like that again.
"Car's coming," Ashley said, voice clipped.
They haven't said a word in almost an hour. Jo was all right with that, for the moment. Maybe after the novelty wore off, she'd want to know who Ashley had been.
"We'll need cover, something to stop it."
"Got an idea." Ashley tossed her a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes and she was tense as she stepped into the road, one hand in the air, trying to wave.
Like it was a non-chalant moment, and they didn't want to kill anyone.
Jo settled herself on the balls of her feet, angled so she could run at Ashley, knock them both out of the way if this didn't work.
With a roar of engine noise, the car was there. Screeching heralded the sudden stop, bumper inches from Ashley.
A man got out, smiling at them. "Ladies." He tipped his head, tapping a finger against his cowboy hat. "You lookin' for a lift?"
Not quite what she'd been expecting. Jo narrowed her eyes at him, kept her shotgun out. "Adam."
His gaze darted to her, the smile turning thin. "Going to shoot me, little Harvelle?"
"Thinkin' about it." And she was. It wouldn't get them anywhere, but there would be something satisfying in putting a bullet through Adam's chest. Then again, blessed rock salt probably wouldn't even bruise him.
"Not here for you." His voice changed, and the amusement left his face. "Ashley Magnus, do you know why you're here?"
"Not a fucking clue."
His lips tightened. "You're a warrior."
As though that said everything. Jo remembered that it had, once.
"Whatever." Ashley raised her pistol suddenly, the light gleaming off of it. "I want some answers."
"You've gotten all you're allowed."
"Bullshit."
Jo laughed, the sound strange in the heat of the desert that didn't exist. "You sound just like I did." She wondered, for a moment, how many women Adam had said that to. She knew how many she'd lost (at least, she thought she did).
"End of the world. You're helping us hold it off." Adam said, reluctance clear.
"That's what she said."
"Did she tell you that you can die?" Adam asked, the words full of amusement again.
The pull at Jo's gut warned her, and she had the shotgun raised, turning as she fired into the thing that had appeared. Golem, her mind supplied, when it reared back, undamaged. "Stop talking and shoot!" she called, hearing Adam's car start.
Ashley's pistol went off, the impact of the bullet distracting the golem, giving Jo enough time to shove a hand in her pocket.
Of course, the thing swiped at her before she could even begin to lob the tiny bag of salt at it, and she had to dive to the side. The sand under her was blisteringly hot from the sun, and Jo made herself roll and push up back to her feet despite the pain.
The golem had moved closer to Ashley, who was firing, every bullet hitting and slowing it just enough for her to dodge behind Adam's car (Jo was really surprised he was still there).
"Keep firing!" Moving fast, Jo vaulted onto the hood of the Cadillac and ran at the golem, arm coming forward as it turned to look at her.
Mouth gaping, it swallowed the salt she threw with a startled expression on its face. There was a moment of stillness, and then it began to dissolve into a pile of dirt and rocks, the latter clattering against the packed sand of the road with a sound reminiscent of bones on gravel.
Jo dusted her hands off, feeling the rumble of the engine under her feet. "You didn't run," she observed.
Sticking his head out the window, Adam waved a languid hand. "Off the car, Harvelle."
Giving him the finger, Jo nevertheless jumped down. She wasn't about to have him drive off and make her stop, drop and roll to avoid injury. "Ashley, unless you have more questions, we should probably let genius-boy here go."
Ashley shook her head, "I think I've gotten enough bullshit for now, thanks."
With a wave, Adam drove off down the road.
"I saw a place--" Ashley gestured behind Jo, "Right before that thing appeared. I think there's scrub-land, or something that way."
"Yeah. Probably." Not up to discussing the nature of the world, Jo let Ashley take point.
-=-
"So, where the hell is God in all this?"
Jo heard the capital letter on the name, and felt her lips twitch. She hadn't really pegged little miss white-bread with her gold-plated revolver as a believer. "Busy."
"Oh." Ashley was silent for a moment, then shifted in the little hollow they'd found. She looked at Jo, studying her for a moment, then made an impatient noise. "Are you going to tell me why things change? How it all works? Or do I have to just fucking guess?"
"Yes. It doesn't. No." Jo answered backwards, mostly to be annoying.
Ashley's annoyance flared, and she holstered her pistol and moved, grabbing for Jo.
Expecting it, Jo grappled with her, twisting and falling sideways, getting the upper hand for a moment. But Ashley was bigger, and angrier. She managed to kick out and roll them again, pinning Jo to the ground and raising a fist to punch her.
"Not the face," Jo protested, though she wasn't that worried.
"Just tell me."
"And make it easy?" A twisted feeling in her gut made Jo pushed up, catching Ashley off-guard. Jo kissed her as a distraction, then dropped back and pressed her knife against Ashley's stomach. "Off."
"You--"
"Off."
She would. Ashley must have seen it in her eyes, as she slowly backed off, crouching to one side and shaking out the fingers of her left hand. Jo vaguely remembered jamming them with the flat of her own hand.
Rolling her head a little, Jo sat up and sheathed her knife. "It's not easy to explain. It just... you have to get used to it. You'll start feeling that warning in your gut, and you'll catch how the world is planning to shift--it's instinct..."
She trailed off, feeling for words, wishing that it wasn't the seventh time she'd talked about it. "I am so tired of explaining," she murmured, regretting that she'd let Ashley close enough to talk.
"Why'd you kiss me?"
"It's a good distraction."
Ashley shifted, the leather and vinyl she was wearing making squeaky noises against the grainy sand. "Oh. Well, I need more distraction."
Feeling confused, Jo turned towards her, "Wha--"
She didn't get out another sound before Ashley was kissing her.
For a moment, there was nothing but the shock of Ashley's mouth against hers. Jo could smell the syrup still on her cheek, where she hadn't had time to rub it off, taste the coffee on her breath and feel the sudden surge of heat that slid between them. Abruptly, she pulled back. "What was that?"
"A kiss." Ashley said, her eyebrows raised. "Or do you kiss boys instead?"
There were so many awkward outcomes to the scenario, that Jo opened her mouth, then closed it again before finally replying, a little diffidently, "I don't discriminate."
"Ah." Ashley slid backwards, mouth set, "Straight-girl for 'please don't kiss me again'."
It should have been something to laugh about. Worrying about offending each other in the middle of the afterlife, with the end of the world steadily marching on. Instead, Jo found herself grappling with her emotions for a moment before she managed, "You have to understand. The last time I--she didn't die easily."
The words choked her, and she wondered that she didn't die (if she could die) from the understatement.
"Oh."
They were both silent for a moment before Ashley said, "So, if I wanted to kiss you again--?"
Jo opened her mouth, then felt her gut twist, and changed what she was going to say, "Tabled until we fight whatever this is off."
"Oh goody. So, hey, about ammo..."
Surging to her feet, Jo pulled a handful of shells from her pocket, counting as she pushed them into the chamber. "Endless supply."
"Could get used to that," Ashley replied before getting off the first shot at the line of things coming towards them. She didn't ask about dying.
Jo shouldered her rifle and waited, counting the approaching threat.
The odds really sucked.
"Hey--" Ashley was having to shout over the rising wind, "--you die, dibs on your shotgun!"
Eyes narrowed, Jo promised herself that neither of them was 'dying' this day.
-f-
fandoms: Supernatural, Sanctuary
SPOILERS FOR BOTH
Characters: Jo Harvelle, Ashley Magnus. Some vaguely femslashy shippy bits.
Length: 2400
Rating: PG13, language, violence
Notes: this prompt at the Ladiesthon, it went places I wasn't expecting.
Summary: Everyone says the end of the world is quick...
No One Explains the Rules
by ALC Punk!
They say the end of the world is biblical: all nuclear weapons and snowy white fallout, or the world just going dark as God makes his choices. Some mention floods, demons, devils and all of the evils man can do to each other.
Jo Harvelle wanted to tell those people it was none of that.
It was blood, sweat and tears, standing on a cliff and shouting at the heavens until she was hoarse. Shooting into mist, burning bones and salting the earth she met at every crossroads until there were no more crossroads.
It was marching against something that never seemed to end, firing until there was nothing left but the wind.
It was getting gutted, and dying in a hardware store in a deserted town, your mom crying her eyes out over you before she blew herself to kingdom fucking come.
Jo wasn't really sure she'd been prepared for what the afterlife was. Certainly, if someone had told her it was the world ending over and over, she wouldn't have believed them. Once, early on, one of the Angels had told her that the shifting movements, the guns (that weren't guns) and battles were all part of a pattern, that if they stopped moving among them, the world would end.
Not something she'd believed in then. Not something she really believed in now.
Didn't mean she wasn't happy when she finally got company. "You can carry the extra ammo."
"What?" Gold-plated gun up, Ashley Magnus shook her head. "Do I look like--"
Jo hushed her with a hand in the air, eyes squinting on the distance (muddied browns and greens, the quick flicker of blood--) "We're gonna have company. Shut up and don't stop firing until I tell you."
The flickering drew nearer, and Jo leveled her shotgun at it. Blessed rock salt shredded the edges, then the sharper boom of the pistol ripped at it.
Before long, there was nothing there anymore. Jo opened the shotgun, counting the shells as she shoved them in. Ten. Damn, it was getting harder and harder to kill those things. With a twist of her shoulders, she sheathed it at her back. "We've got about an hour, we should probably move."
"Move? Hour?" Ashley was closer, her breathing even as though she were used to danger.
"I'm not sure what it is, but the only way to stop it is brute force."
Ashley flashed her a smile, "I like those kinds of problems." She sounded confident, eager.
Just like Jo had, in the beginning. She didn't return the smile, taking Ashley's elbow and concentrating. The world around them went fuzzy for a moment, then became clear. Different location, the forest and tangled broken factory left behind them.
"What the hell?"
"You'll get used to it," Jo told her, heading for the diner that flickered in and out of existence. "Hope you like waffles."
"No--" Ashley yanked free and grabbed Jo, spinning her around. "Explanations, now."
"Over waffles." Not giving an inch, Jo turned away and continued toward the diner. "You'll wanna eat. We might not get the chance for a while."
Something rustled on the breeze and Ashley cursed, but followed her.
The stench of sulfur was washed away by syrup and pancakes once they were inside the diner.
-=-
Jo wouldn't talk about the end of the world until she had a cup of coffee in front of her. Even then, she took her time, fingers playing with the sugar packets until Ashley grabbed for them, tossing them on another table.
"Talk."
"Is cheap--" Jo held up a hand before Ashley's flashing eyes could cause her to say something she'd regret. "The world is ending. Some stupid idiot started Armageddon. We're the gatekeepers."
"So who's the key master?" Ashley said sarcastically.
"You don't want to meet her." Not letting her momentum go, Jo continued, the words feeling like rote even if it was the first time she'd said them, "We guard these borderlands, keep the incursions down, so the people back on Earth... can fix things."
"Fix things."
"Maybe. No one's really sure." Jo wasn't going to get into astral conversations, ouija boards or the walking dead one might encounter here.
Not yet, at least.
Ashley didn't look like she believed her, "So how'd I get here?"
Rubbing a hand over her face, Jo waited for the nameless waitress to drop off their breakfast before answering. With her waffles drowning in a widening puddle of blueberry syrup, she finally said, "Thought you'd realized that by now."
"What?"
"You're dead. We're dead," Jo pluralized it, figuring that might help a little.
"Fuck that." Dropping her silverware, Ashley jerked to her feet. "This is bullshit, and I'm done here."
"Have you looked at the waitress?"
The question made Ashley frown. She shot a glance at the woman bussing the table one aisle over, and her frown deepened. "I don't..."
"I don't ask how I got here," Jo said, not looking at the waitress. She had, once. It had made her skin crawl. She wasn't surprised when Ashley dropped back into the booth with a strange sound. "I don't ask what she is. I just do the job I was handed. You got any complaints, take 'em up with her boss."
That seemed to settle things, for the moment.
-=-
Next attack was a tug in her gut, and Jo was out of the diner before Ashley had cleared the table, plates clattering behind her. Ashley reached her as the scenery shifted, pulling itself apart and settling down again.
Dusty road, sun high overhead, and Jo remembered how much of a headache she used to get. That salty tang in the air, while she drove and drove until there was something in the distance that wasn't yellow, white or grey. She closed her eyes for a moment, wondering if she'd ever feel like that again.
"Car's coming," Ashley said, voice clipped.
They haven't said a word in almost an hour. Jo was all right with that, for the moment. Maybe after the novelty wore off, she'd want to know who Ashley had been.
"We'll need cover, something to stop it."
"Got an idea." Ashley tossed her a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes and she was tense as she stepped into the road, one hand in the air, trying to wave.
Like it was a non-chalant moment, and they didn't want to kill anyone.
Jo settled herself on the balls of her feet, angled so she could run at Ashley, knock them both out of the way if this didn't work.
With a roar of engine noise, the car was there. Screeching heralded the sudden stop, bumper inches from Ashley.
A man got out, smiling at them. "Ladies." He tipped his head, tapping a finger against his cowboy hat. "You lookin' for a lift?"
Not quite what she'd been expecting. Jo narrowed her eyes at him, kept her shotgun out. "Adam."
His gaze darted to her, the smile turning thin. "Going to shoot me, little Harvelle?"
"Thinkin' about it." And she was. It wouldn't get them anywhere, but there would be something satisfying in putting a bullet through Adam's chest. Then again, blessed rock salt probably wouldn't even bruise him.
"Not here for you." His voice changed, and the amusement left his face. "Ashley Magnus, do you know why you're here?"
"Not a fucking clue."
His lips tightened. "You're a warrior."
As though that said everything. Jo remembered that it had, once.
"Whatever." Ashley raised her pistol suddenly, the light gleaming off of it. "I want some answers."
"You've gotten all you're allowed."
"Bullshit."
Jo laughed, the sound strange in the heat of the desert that didn't exist. "You sound just like I did." She wondered, for a moment, how many women Adam had said that to. She knew how many she'd lost (at least, she thought she did).
"End of the world. You're helping us hold it off." Adam said, reluctance clear.
"That's what she said."
"Did she tell you that you can die?" Adam asked, the words full of amusement again.
The pull at Jo's gut warned her, and she had the shotgun raised, turning as she fired into the thing that had appeared. Golem, her mind supplied, when it reared back, undamaged. "Stop talking and shoot!" she called, hearing Adam's car start.
Ashley's pistol went off, the impact of the bullet distracting the golem, giving Jo enough time to shove a hand in her pocket.
Of course, the thing swiped at her before she could even begin to lob the tiny bag of salt at it, and she had to dive to the side. The sand under her was blisteringly hot from the sun, and Jo made herself roll and push up back to her feet despite the pain.
The golem had moved closer to Ashley, who was firing, every bullet hitting and slowing it just enough for her to dodge behind Adam's car (Jo was really surprised he was still there).
"Keep firing!" Moving fast, Jo vaulted onto the hood of the Cadillac and ran at the golem, arm coming forward as it turned to look at her.
Mouth gaping, it swallowed the salt she threw with a startled expression on its face. There was a moment of stillness, and then it began to dissolve into a pile of dirt and rocks, the latter clattering against the packed sand of the road with a sound reminiscent of bones on gravel.
Jo dusted her hands off, feeling the rumble of the engine under her feet. "You didn't run," she observed.
Sticking his head out the window, Adam waved a languid hand. "Off the car, Harvelle."
Giving him the finger, Jo nevertheless jumped down. She wasn't about to have him drive off and make her stop, drop and roll to avoid injury. "Ashley, unless you have more questions, we should probably let genius-boy here go."
Ashley shook her head, "I think I've gotten enough bullshit for now, thanks."
With a wave, Adam drove off down the road.
"I saw a place--" Ashley gestured behind Jo, "Right before that thing appeared. I think there's scrub-land, or something that way."
"Yeah. Probably." Not up to discussing the nature of the world, Jo let Ashley take point.
-=-
"So, where the hell is God in all this?"
Jo heard the capital letter on the name, and felt her lips twitch. She hadn't really pegged little miss white-bread with her gold-plated revolver as a believer. "Busy."
"Oh." Ashley was silent for a moment, then shifted in the little hollow they'd found. She looked at Jo, studying her for a moment, then made an impatient noise. "Are you going to tell me why things change? How it all works? Or do I have to just fucking guess?"
"Yes. It doesn't. No." Jo answered backwards, mostly to be annoying.
Ashley's annoyance flared, and she holstered her pistol and moved, grabbing for Jo.
Expecting it, Jo grappled with her, twisting and falling sideways, getting the upper hand for a moment. But Ashley was bigger, and angrier. She managed to kick out and roll them again, pinning Jo to the ground and raising a fist to punch her.
"Not the face," Jo protested, though she wasn't that worried.
"Just tell me."
"And make it easy?" A twisted feeling in her gut made Jo pushed up, catching Ashley off-guard. Jo kissed her as a distraction, then dropped back and pressed her knife against Ashley's stomach. "Off."
"You--"
"Off."
She would. Ashley must have seen it in her eyes, as she slowly backed off, crouching to one side and shaking out the fingers of her left hand. Jo vaguely remembered jamming them with the flat of her own hand.
Rolling her head a little, Jo sat up and sheathed her knife. "It's not easy to explain. It just... you have to get used to it. You'll start feeling that warning in your gut, and you'll catch how the world is planning to shift--it's instinct..."
She trailed off, feeling for words, wishing that it wasn't the seventh time she'd talked about it. "I am so tired of explaining," she murmured, regretting that she'd let Ashley close enough to talk.
"Why'd you kiss me?"
"It's a good distraction."
Ashley shifted, the leather and vinyl she was wearing making squeaky noises against the grainy sand. "Oh. Well, I need more distraction."
Feeling confused, Jo turned towards her, "Wha--"
She didn't get out another sound before Ashley was kissing her.
For a moment, there was nothing but the shock of Ashley's mouth against hers. Jo could smell the syrup still on her cheek, where she hadn't had time to rub it off, taste the coffee on her breath and feel the sudden surge of heat that slid between them. Abruptly, she pulled back. "What was that?"
"A kiss." Ashley said, her eyebrows raised. "Or do you kiss boys instead?"
There were so many awkward outcomes to the scenario, that Jo opened her mouth, then closed it again before finally replying, a little diffidently, "I don't discriminate."
"Ah." Ashley slid backwards, mouth set, "Straight-girl for 'please don't kiss me again'."
It should have been something to laugh about. Worrying about offending each other in the middle of the afterlife, with the end of the world steadily marching on. Instead, Jo found herself grappling with her emotions for a moment before she managed, "You have to understand. The last time I--she didn't die easily."
The words choked her, and she wondered that she didn't die (if she could die) from the understatement.
"Oh."
They were both silent for a moment before Ashley said, "So, if I wanted to kiss you again--?"
Jo opened her mouth, then felt her gut twist, and changed what she was going to say, "Tabled until we fight whatever this is off."
"Oh goody. So, hey, about ammo..."
Surging to her feet, Jo pulled a handful of shells from her pocket, counting as she pushed them into the chamber. "Endless supply."
"Could get used to that," Ashley replied before getting off the first shot at the line of things coming towards them. She didn't ask about dying.
Jo shouldered her rifle and waited, counting the approaching threat.
The odds really sucked.
"Hey--" Ashley was having to shout over the rising wind, "--you die, dibs on your shotgun!"
Eyes narrowed, Jo promised herself that neither of them was 'dying' this day.
-f-
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This was absolutely perfect. The idea of the two of them joining forces in the afterlfie to stave off Armageddon? Oh, yeah. That so works for me. :D They were so in character I could picture everything perfectly. Thank you so much for this!
ETA: Oh, and I don't know the etiquette for this, but can I pimp this story on my LJ? :D
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Thank you, I really enjoyed writing it, even if it kept trying to be present tense and annoying.
And thank you, I'm fine with pimping.
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Thank you =D I couldn't end on a bad note, I'm such a sucker for happily ever afters... Well. If it is. =D