Supernatural fic
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serafina20I'm thinking of changing the title to "Pandora's Box".
Title Another Kind of Trap (6/?)
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serafina20
Rating R
Spoilers everything through Devil's Trap
Summary The Winchesters need help after the events of Devil's Trap. Luckily, Sam has made arrangements for this eventuality. He just failed to inform Rachel Adams of his plans. Sequel to Captured Soul and Kitsune
Pairing Dean/OFC
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Dean waited until he was sure that Rachel was gone. He figured it be quite awhile. If he knew her, she was probably hanging just outside the room, or at the nurses station trying to figure out how he really was. And then, she was probably going to go to Sam's room and make sure he was okay.
That girl really pissed him off sometime.
He ended up waiting at least a half hour. It wouldn't have been as long, except that he fell asleep, yet again. When he opened his eyes, Missouri was still sitting in that chair in his room. She was knitting something--a sweater or a scarf or something. Dean didn't know and he didn't care. It was bizarre, though. Didn't fit into his image of her.
"You don't know thing one about me," Missouri said not looking up from her yarn thing. "Don't you go trying to pigeonhole me into some stereotype."
"Sorry." He rubbed his eyes, not feeling one bit sorry. "Rachel gone?"
"It took a bit. That girl is every bit as stubborn as you. Your brother and father, too. She'll fit right in."
"To what?" He reached for the tray next to his bed and tugged it to him. The plastic jug of water was full. When he poured, his hands shook and water spilled on the tray and him.
"Your family, of course."
Dean snorted. He didn't want to think about that. The ring didn't mean anything. Sam's decision to make Rachel their personal ATM machine *really* didn't make him happy. This whole thing sucked.
Most of the water made it into him. The remainder he sopped up with his blanket.
"So. How's Dad? Really?"
Missouri looked up and set the knitting on her lap. "He's really unconscious, not breathing on his own, and has demon bits inside him."
"Yeah, but... Isn't there more? I mean, I just figured that you were, you know. Keeping something back. From Rachel."
"Now why would I do that?"
Dean thought a moment, then shrugged. He figured the answer, "Because I'm on morphine," would only get him chewed out, so he just said, "I don't know. It seems like something you'd do."
One of her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "Boy, just because you hide things from her don't mean I do."
"I don't hide things from her. I'm not suicidal."
"Please. You're lying in that bed, wishing that ring on your finger actually meant something, and you're seriously going to tell me that you don't keep things from her?"
Dean cleared his throat and shifted. His chest really hurt, and he didn't like the fact that this woman was looking so deep into his head she could see things he wouldn't look at himself. "I just... want to make sure I'm getting all the facts, you know?" He fisted the blanket restlessly. "I hate being stuck here."
"You've been awake one day. Give it time. They'll let you out."
Dean groaned softly and lay his head back. "I know. I just want to see them." He closed his eyes.
The chair scrapped. A moment later, a warm hand squeezed his. "Don't you worry. Winchesters are fighters. You know that better than anyone."
"You're being nice to me. Why?" He opened one eye.
"Because you're being halfway decent. Don't worry. You'll get better and I'll go back to treating you like you need to keep you in line. Unless your girl takes over, which she just might. She seems to have a good handle on you."
"She's not my girl."
"Mmmm-hmmm."
The door opened. "Dean?" Alex, the nurse, stuck his head in. There was a smile on his face. "I thought you'd want to know that your brothers awake. His doctor is with him now, but it sounds like he's fine."
"Can I see him?"
"Probably not until tomorrow. Doctor will probably have him rest on his floor, and you won't be able to walk up to him anytime soon."
Dean arched his eyebrow at that. No one told him what he could and couldn't do.
Then his chest twinged, causing his breath the catch with pain.
Okay, so. Maybe the guy had a point. Unfortunately, he'd sent Rachel away, which meant...
"Missouri," he said softly. He couldn't look at her.
Which meant he hadn't noticed she'd already stepped outside. Her head popped back in. "Did you need something?" she asked, sounding like she already knew what he wanted.
Dean cleared his throat and said, "Uh. Tell him I said hi."
"Well, I was already gonna do that." She flashed a smile. "Rest easy."
* * *
"My brother," Sam asked for about the millionth time. "How is he? How's Dean?"
The doctor finished shining a light in his eyes. "Your brother's fine. He's been awake since this morning and there seems to be no complications from his surgery."
"Surgery?" Sam shot up. Pain rolled through his head, feeling like there was a boulder on his brain. Tears sprang to his eyes, but he just blinked them away impatiently. "Why was he in surgery? Is he okay? What happened?"
"There was damage to his heart," the doctor said. "They had to do surgery to get it back in place. But he came through it just fine. No need to worry."
"Heart surgery?" Fuck. "But he's... is he going to live?"
"Unforeseen complications aside, there's no reason he shouldn't make a full recovery."
That was better news than the last time, at least. Still, he really didn't like hearing that Dean had anything wrong with his heart, not after what had happened last time.
The doctor did a few more tests on him. Questions about who he was, where he was born, family, what had happened, that sort of thing. Sam was as vague as he could on some of the answers--yes, he was injured before the crash; no, he didn't remember where how his dad had gotten shot; no, he didn't remember what happened to Dean, everything was kind of vague. If Dean was already awake, then he'd come up with a story; Sam didn't want to contradict that.
"All right. I'm going to leave you alone now. You have TV, radio. If you need anything, push this button. The first time you go to the bathroom, call for someone, just in case. There should be no problem with you getting out of bed, but just in case, we need someone there. Any questions?
Sam shook his head. "No. Thanks."
The doctor smiled, patted his arm, and left the room.
He'd no sooner lay his head back and close his eyes, exhausted, when the door opened again. Thinking the doctor had forgotten something, he sat up.
"Missouri?"
The woman smiled. "Hey, Sam. How you feeling?" She crossed the room to his bed and put her hand on his leg.
Bemused, Sam rubbed his eyes. "I'm... okay. Head hurts. Chest. Face." He gingerly touched his broken nose and winced. "But I'm fine. How are Dad and Dean? Have you seen them?"
"Yes, I've seen them both. Your daddy hasn't woke up yet."
"Yeah, they told me that. Is he..." He trailed off, not sure what to ask.
"He's not in a good way, but don't worry. We're going to get him back to normal and it'll be okay." She squeezed his leg and briefly explained about how the demon had left bits of itself inside.
It made Sam feel sick. His head throbbed and, worse, a sour taste flooded his mouth. "I didn't know they could do that."
"Don't worry, baby." She took his hand and squeezed. "It's going to be all right. Between your power and that girls brains, we'll get this sorted out in no time."
"Yeah." Then. "What girl?"
"Speaking of," she said, tone changing. "You feeling all right?"
"What? Yeah, I guess. I..."
"Your arm okay?"
"Arm? Yeah, why.... Owe!" He grabbed his arm, a sharp stinging pain blossoming where she'd hit him. "What was that for?"
"How could you do this to your brother? Be so insensitive to him? I know you're a boy, and I know you were raised by John Winchester, so you're not exactly Oprah when it comes to being in touch with other's emotions, but I expected better from you."
Baffled, he asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Did that bump on your head wash away everything you've done in the past few months? Every decision you've made? Maybe a piece of paper or two you made up?"
Piece of paper.... "Oh, *fuck*," Sam swore, lightening hitting. The girl with brains, Dean, paper... "I forgot. Crap." He covered his face. "It was a joke. It started as a joke. Dean and I were playing pranks on each other, and I found a website where you could print wedding certificates out. I was going to get her in on it, too. Make it look like they got drunk or something and married. Leave the certificate out on the dresser, wedding ring around her finger." He pulled his hands away. "And then Dean got hurt. Bad cut. Bled out faster than I could stop, and I had to take him to the hospital. It seems like, since I got back, I'm always taking him to the hospital." He licked his lips. "For some reason, I couldn't help thinking, what if I was hurt? What if I wasn't there to take care of him? Who would?"
"So you put the marriage license with the medical proxy forms you'd already filled out."
He nodded. "And I... I threw away the one I made out for him. Just in case."
Missouri clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "Sam." She pet his hair. "You should have told him. Both of them. Bad enough that girl's had the weight of you three on her shoulders, but to have to worry about how Dean was going to react when he woke up didn't help her any either."
"How did Dean take it?" He could only imagine.
"He's in love with her. Thought they really were married. Hiding the pain that they're not real good."
Something that was part surprise, part pain, and part relief sliced through him. "So, he didn't kill her?"
"Oh, they've been fighting a good bit, but it's nothing. Just the way the communicate." She squeezed his hand. "You really opened up Pandora's box with all this. You think you're ready to deal with the consequences?"
"I have to be." He licked his lips. "I just wanted to keep him safe. Be able to have someone outside of just us to rely on, if we needed it. And we did."
Missouri smiled. "Always said you were the smart one. Good thing Dean grew up handsome, otherwise there'd be no hope for him at all."
"Where is Rachel?"
"With any luck, back at the apartment she's staying at, sleeping. Most likely at the police station or the impound yard, trying to get the car. Or looking for books to figure out how we gonna help your dad. I swear, she's as bad as any Winchester I've ever met."
He smiled crookedly at that. "Well, then she'll fit right in." Feeling shaky and sick, he swiveled his legs over the side of the bed and tried awkwardly to rise. "Can you help me get to Dean's room?"
"I most certainly can not. You get back into bed right this instant, young man. You won't be leaving this room a moment before your doctor says it's safe."
"But..."
"Samuel Winchester, you get back into bed right this instant or I will smack you so hard, that whatever pain you're feeling now will seem more like a stubbed toe." She raised her hand and gave him a death glare. "Don't think I won't do it."
He studied her a moment, then slid back into bed. "Fine. Right." He glanced at the phone on the table next to him. "Can I call him? His room, I mean?"
"I don't see why not."
He picked up the receiver. Looked at Missouri.
"Two hundred three," she supplied. Then, as he dialed, she turned from him and crossed the room to a chair.
The phone rang a few times. Sam's heart rate picked up. What if Dean had relapsed while Missouri was gone? What if something had happened to him? What if the demon came back and finished the job, ripping his heart out all at once. What if…
"Hello?"
Sam couldn't stop the smile of relief that crossed his face. The huge, dopey, dorky-looking smile. "Hey. It's me."
"Thank God. I thought you were never going to wake up. When can you get to my room? I'm going crazy here."
"I tried. I was stopped."
"Missouri?"
"Yeah."
"That bitch."
"She was just looking out for me. They don't even want me going to the bathroom without someone in here watching me."
"Yeah, well, be happy. They just took my catheter out a couple hours ago. Not a fun process, little brother. Not fun at all."
Sam winced sympathetically. "Sorry 'bout that. Better you than me, though."
"Ouch. Straight through the heart, man."
"Speaking of…"
"It's fine. I mean, it goes too slow and they think they might want to stick a pace maker inside it, but other than that, it's fine. Of course, give me any more shocks like the one I woke up to, and it'll pick up on it's own."
"Shocks?" he asked innocently.
"I wake up and the doctor asks me to name all the members of my family. Easy question, you'd think, but apparently I had amnesia and forgot about my wife. And then, I had to wait for her to come in so I could even figure out if I knew her or now. That had to have been the scariest thing in my life, and I've seen the monster in the closet, Sam."
"Does it help if I assure you that I never meant you to find out that way?"
"The road to hell, Sam."
"Don't tell me that you're afraid of a girl."
"No, but I'm afraid of being tied down to something that might have a demon inside her. I figured it was a trap, like that demon inside Meg got into someone else and planned to make my life a living hell."
"I'm sure you're not that important."
"I think I liked you better asleep."
Sam snorted. "Have you warned Rachel about the demons being able to play musical humans?"
There was a pause. "You know, I don't remember. But you know, Rachel; she came figuring that demons were everywhere. She's got a cross inked on the back of her hand in permanent marker. I'm pretty sure she's drinking holy water; she blessed the water in my pitcher. And gave me a cross."
He frowned, then felt around his neck. Sure enough, a cross was hanging from it. "Me too. Still, make sure to tell her when you see her again. I have a feeling that this is far from over."
Dean sighed. When he spoke, his voice was weary. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I have that same feeling. It doesn't feel good."
"No," Sam agreed dourly. "It doesn't."
Title Another Kind of Trap (6/?)
Author
serafina20Rating R
Spoilers everything through Devil's Trap
Summary The Winchesters need help after the events of Devil's Trap. Luckily, Sam has made arrangements for this eventuality. He just failed to inform Rachel Adams of his plans. Sequel to Captured Soul and Kitsune
Pairing Dean/OFC
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Dean waited until he was sure that Rachel was gone. He figured it be quite awhile. If he knew her, she was probably hanging just outside the room, or at the nurses station trying to figure out how he really was. And then, she was probably going to go to Sam's room and make sure he was okay.
That girl really pissed him off sometime.
He ended up waiting at least a half hour. It wouldn't have been as long, except that he fell asleep, yet again. When he opened his eyes, Missouri was still sitting in that chair in his room. She was knitting something--a sweater or a scarf or something. Dean didn't know and he didn't care. It was bizarre, though. Didn't fit into his image of her.
"You don't know thing one about me," Missouri said not looking up from her yarn thing. "Don't you go trying to pigeonhole me into some stereotype."
"Sorry." He rubbed his eyes, not feeling one bit sorry. "Rachel gone?"
"It took a bit. That girl is every bit as stubborn as you. Your brother and father, too. She'll fit right in."
"To what?" He reached for the tray next to his bed and tugged it to him. The plastic jug of water was full. When he poured, his hands shook and water spilled on the tray and him.
"Your family, of course."
Dean snorted. He didn't want to think about that. The ring didn't mean anything. Sam's decision to make Rachel their personal ATM machine *really* didn't make him happy. This whole thing sucked.
Most of the water made it into him. The remainder he sopped up with his blanket.
"So. How's Dad? Really?"
Missouri looked up and set the knitting on her lap. "He's really unconscious, not breathing on his own, and has demon bits inside him."
"Yeah, but... Isn't there more? I mean, I just figured that you were, you know. Keeping something back. From Rachel."
"Now why would I do that?"
Dean thought a moment, then shrugged. He figured the answer, "Because I'm on morphine," would only get him chewed out, so he just said, "I don't know. It seems like something you'd do."
One of her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "Boy, just because you hide things from her don't mean I do."
"I don't hide things from her. I'm not suicidal."
"Please. You're lying in that bed, wishing that ring on your finger actually meant something, and you're seriously going to tell me that you don't keep things from her?"
Dean cleared his throat and shifted. His chest really hurt, and he didn't like the fact that this woman was looking so deep into his head she could see things he wouldn't look at himself. "I just... want to make sure I'm getting all the facts, you know?" He fisted the blanket restlessly. "I hate being stuck here."
"You've been awake one day. Give it time. They'll let you out."
Dean groaned softly and lay his head back. "I know. I just want to see them." He closed his eyes.
The chair scrapped. A moment later, a warm hand squeezed his. "Don't you worry. Winchesters are fighters. You know that better than anyone."
"You're being nice to me. Why?" He opened one eye.
"Because you're being halfway decent. Don't worry. You'll get better and I'll go back to treating you like you need to keep you in line. Unless your girl takes over, which she just might. She seems to have a good handle on you."
"She's not my girl."
"Mmmm-hmmm."
The door opened. "Dean?" Alex, the nurse, stuck his head in. There was a smile on his face. "I thought you'd want to know that your brothers awake. His doctor is with him now, but it sounds like he's fine."
"Can I see him?"
"Probably not until tomorrow. Doctor will probably have him rest on his floor, and you won't be able to walk up to him anytime soon."
Dean arched his eyebrow at that. No one told him what he could and couldn't do.
Then his chest twinged, causing his breath the catch with pain.
Okay, so. Maybe the guy had a point. Unfortunately, he'd sent Rachel away, which meant...
"Missouri," he said softly. He couldn't look at her.
Which meant he hadn't noticed she'd already stepped outside. Her head popped back in. "Did you need something?" she asked, sounding like she already knew what he wanted.
Dean cleared his throat and said, "Uh. Tell him I said hi."
"Well, I was already gonna do that." She flashed a smile. "Rest easy."
* * *
"My brother," Sam asked for about the millionth time. "How is he? How's Dean?"
The doctor finished shining a light in his eyes. "Your brother's fine. He's been awake since this morning and there seems to be no complications from his surgery."
"Surgery?" Sam shot up. Pain rolled through his head, feeling like there was a boulder on his brain. Tears sprang to his eyes, but he just blinked them away impatiently. "Why was he in surgery? Is he okay? What happened?"
"There was damage to his heart," the doctor said. "They had to do surgery to get it back in place. But he came through it just fine. No need to worry."
"Heart surgery?" Fuck. "But he's... is he going to live?"
"Unforeseen complications aside, there's no reason he shouldn't make a full recovery."
That was better news than the last time, at least. Still, he really didn't like hearing that Dean had anything wrong with his heart, not after what had happened last time.
The doctor did a few more tests on him. Questions about who he was, where he was born, family, what had happened, that sort of thing. Sam was as vague as he could on some of the answers--yes, he was injured before the crash; no, he didn't remember where how his dad had gotten shot; no, he didn't remember what happened to Dean, everything was kind of vague. If Dean was already awake, then he'd come up with a story; Sam didn't want to contradict that.
"All right. I'm going to leave you alone now. You have TV, radio. If you need anything, push this button. The first time you go to the bathroom, call for someone, just in case. There should be no problem with you getting out of bed, but just in case, we need someone there. Any questions?
Sam shook his head. "No. Thanks."
The doctor smiled, patted his arm, and left the room.
He'd no sooner lay his head back and close his eyes, exhausted, when the door opened again. Thinking the doctor had forgotten something, he sat up.
"Missouri?"
The woman smiled. "Hey, Sam. How you feeling?" She crossed the room to his bed and put her hand on his leg.
Bemused, Sam rubbed his eyes. "I'm... okay. Head hurts. Chest. Face." He gingerly touched his broken nose and winced. "But I'm fine. How are Dad and Dean? Have you seen them?"
"Yes, I've seen them both. Your daddy hasn't woke up yet."
"Yeah, they told me that. Is he..." He trailed off, not sure what to ask.
"He's not in a good way, but don't worry. We're going to get him back to normal and it'll be okay." She squeezed his leg and briefly explained about how the demon had left bits of itself inside.
It made Sam feel sick. His head throbbed and, worse, a sour taste flooded his mouth. "I didn't know they could do that."
"Don't worry, baby." She took his hand and squeezed. "It's going to be all right. Between your power and that girls brains, we'll get this sorted out in no time."
"Yeah." Then. "What girl?"
"Speaking of," she said, tone changing. "You feeling all right?"
"What? Yeah, I guess. I..."
"Your arm okay?"
"Arm? Yeah, why.... Owe!" He grabbed his arm, a sharp stinging pain blossoming where she'd hit him. "What was that for?"
"How could you do this to your brother? Be so insensitive to him? I know you're a boy, and I know you were raised by John Winchester, so you're not exactly Oprah when it comes to being in touch with other's emotions, but I expected better from you."
Baffled, he asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Did that bump on your head wash away everything you've done in the past few months? Every decision you've made? Maybe a piece of paper or two you made up?"
Piece of paper.... "Oh, *fuck*," Sam swore, lightening hitting. The girl with brains, Dean, paper... "I forgot. Crap." He covered his face. "It was a joke. It started as a joke. Dean and I were playing pranks on each other, and I found a website where you could print wedding certificates out. I was going to get her in on it, too. Make it look like they got drunk or something and married. Leave the certificate out on the dresser, wedding ring around her finger." He pulled his hands away. "And then Dean got hurt. Bad cut. Bled out faster than I could stop, and I had to take him to the hospital. It seems like, since I got back, I'm always taking him to the hospital." He licked his lips. "For some reason, I couldn't help thinking, what if I was hurt? What if I wasn't there to take care of him? Who would?"
"So you put the marriage license with the medical proxy forms you'd already filled out."
He nodded. "And I... I threw away the one I made out for him. Just in case."
Missouri clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "Sam." She pet his hair. "You should have told him. Both of them. Bad enough that girl's had the weight of you three on her shoulders, but to have to worry about how Dean was going to react when he woke up didn't help her any either."
"How did Dean take it?" He could only imagine.
"He's in love with her. Thought they really were married. Hiding the pain that they're not real good."
Something that was part surprise, part pain, and part relief sliced through him. "So, he didn't kill her?"
"Oh, they've been fighting a good bit, but it's nothing. Just the way the communicate." She squeezed his hand. "You really opened up Pandora's box with all this. You think you're ready to deal with the consequences?"
"I have to be." He licked his lips. "I just wanted to keep him safe. Be able to have someone outside of just us to rely on, if we needed it. And we did."
Missouri smiled. "Always said you were the smart one. Good thing Dean grew up handsome, otherwise there'd be no hope for him at all."
"Where is Rachel?"
"With any luck, back at the apartment she's staying at, sleeping. Most likely at the police station or the impound yard, trying to get the car. Or looking for books to figure out how we gonna help your dad. I swear, she's as bad as any Winchester I've ever met."
He smiled crookedly at that. "Well, then she'll fit right in." Feeling shaky and sick, he swiveled his legs over the side of the bed and tried awkwardly to rise. "Can you help me get to Dean's room?"
"I most certainly can not. You get back into bed right this instant, young man. You won't be leaving this room a moment before your doctor says it's safe."
"But..."
"Samuel Winchester, you get back into bed right this instant or I will smack you so hard, that whatever pain you're feeling now will seem more like a stubbed toe." She raised her hand and gave him a death glare. "Don't think I won't do it."
He studied her a moment, then slid back into bed. "Fine. Right." He glanced at the phone on the table next to him. "Can I call him? His room, I mean?"
"I don't see why not."
He picked up the receiver. Looked at Missouri.
"Two hundred three," she supplied. Then, as he dialed, she turned from him and crossed the room to a chair.
The phone rang a few times. Sam's heart rate picked up. What if Dean had relapsed while Missouri was gone? What if something had happened to him? What if the demon came back and finished the job, ripping his heart out all at once. What if…
"Hello?"
Sam couldn't stop the smile of relief that crossed his face. The huge, dopey, dorky-looking smile. "Hey. It's me."
"Thank God. I thought you were never going to wake up. When can you get to my room? I'm going crazy here."
"I tried. I was stopped."
"Missouri?"
"Yeah."
"That bitch."
"She was just looking out for me. They don't even want me going to the bathroom without someone in here watching me."
"Yeah, well, be happy. They just took my catheter out a couple hours ago. Not a fun process, little brother. Not fun at all."
Sam winced sympathetically. "Sorry 'bout that. Better you than me, though."
"Ouch. Straight through the heart, man."
"Speaking of…"
"It's fine. I mean, it goes too slow and they think they might want to stick a pace maker inside it, but other than that, it's fine. Of course, give me any more shocks like the one I woke up to, and it'll pick up on it's own."
"Shocks?" he asked innocently.
"I wake up and the doctor asks me to name all the members of my family. Easy question, you'd think, but apparently I had amnesia and forgot about my wife. And then, I had to wait for her to come in so I could even figure out if I knew her or now. That had to have been the scariest thing in my life, and I've seen the monster in the closet, Sam."
"Does it help if I assure you that I never meant you to find out that way?"
"The road to hell, Sam."
"Don't tell me that you're afraid of a girl."
"No, but I'm afraid of being tied down to something that might have a demon inside her. I figured it was a trap, like that demon inside Meg got into someone else and planned to make my life a living hell."
"I'm sure you're not that important."
"I think I liked you better asleep."
Sam snorted. "Have you warned Rachel about the demons being able to play musical humans?"
There was a pause. "You know, I don't remember. But you know, Rachel; she came figuring that demons were everywhere. She's got a cross inked on the back of her hand in permanent marker. I'm pretty sure she's drinking holy water; she blessed the water in my pitcher. And gave me a cross."
He frowned, then felt around his neck. Sure enough, a cross was hanging from it. "Me too. Still, make sure to tell her when you see her again. I have a feeling that this is far from over."
Dean sighed. When he spoke, his voice was weary. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I have that same feeling. It doesn't feel good."
"No," Sam agreed dourly. "It doesn't."
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Date: 2006-06-01 06:52 pm (UTC)you're doing a wonderful job with this story. i love it.
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Date: 2006-06-02 01:48 am (UTC)uh oh
Date: 2006-06-01 07:03 pm (UTC)Re: uh oh
Date: 2006-06-02 01:48 am (UTC)Thanks for the cheers!
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Date: 2006-06-01 07:09 pm (UTC)Wonderful story.
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Date: 2006-06-02 01:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-26 07:54 pm (UTC)*sigh* the sammy smile.
loved this...
"He's in love with her. Thought they really were married. Hiding the pain that they're not real good."
you're doing an amazing job on this story. i flove it!!