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24 November 2007 @ 05:44 pm
Payin' Off The I.O.Us  
Finally getting around to that Drabble Meme that I opened up a few weeks ago...  So, everyone who signed up will be getting their stories as promised, plus there will be two--count them--TWO bonus drabbles for your reading pleasure.  I'm going to be posting them in groups of four, roughly in the order that they were requested.  Since I'm clearly unable to shut up, it seems most of them will be over 300 words after all.  I'm sure you're all broken up over that...  ;) 


Title:  Tables Turned
Author: DiNovia
Fandom: Shark
Pairing: Devlin/Poe (established couple)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 777
Spoilers: marginally for Burning Sensation
For: racethewind10
A/N:  Yeah, I had a feeling that 100-300 word thing wasn't going to work for me.  I just cannot shut up.  Hope this is okay otherwise! 

Jessica found her where she knew she would: in the basement records room, far away from windows and light and air.  Madeline Poe, gazing blankly at a dim print of the signing of the Declaration of Independence hanging over a forgotten putty-colored lateral file, heard the approach of soft footfalls on the industrial carpeting and glanced over her shoulder at the intruder. 

"You went out with him."  It was not a question and, true to her nature, she fired the first volley.  Her voice was hollow, though; not angry.  By now, she knew the story of Jessica and that defense attorney.  The image of him pawing at Jessica's pale golden perfection turned her stomach.

"Years ago.  Before my husband.  Before I was elected DA." 

"Last night, too."  Again, it was not a question.  Again, it was delivered without ire or emotion.

Jessica sighed abruptly in self-recrimination.  She knew it had been a bad idea.  On so many levels.

"For the case," she explained, though the case in question had been settled out of court in the end.  Why had she let Danny talk her into such a ridiculous scheme again?

"For the case," Madeline repeated.  She'd turned away again and her voice had become ever-so-slightly sharper.

"You would have done it, too, Madeline," said Jessica gently; reminding, not accusing.  Somehow she knew she was entering an emotional house of cards and one wrong move would bring it all crashing down.

Madeline lowered her head slightly and said, "Yes.  I would have."  She wasn't proud of it but she knew it was true.  She turned to Jessica and smiled somewhat sheepishly.  "And you know I would have."

Jessica raised both delicate golden eyebrows as if to say 'Then why are you upset?'

Madeline took a step closer to Jessica, then another.  When she was just one soft breath from Jessica's full lips, she reached up and wound her slender fingers in shimmering gold silk.  She tugged and Jessica made a tiny sound of want before their mouths melded in a long, languid kiss.  The former-DA encircled the younger attorney with long arms and they tumbled into the lateral file with a clang, their kiss becoming hungrier, more urgent.  Wet heat and electricity consumed them both until the wild thundering of their blood pounding through their veins overwhelmed them and forced them apart.  They rested their foreheads together and tried to bring their breathing under control.

"I've heard that women in love can sometimes be irrational," whispered Madeline softly but surely.  She took a steadying breath then looked up into the darkening ice blue gaze of her lover.  "It must be that," she added, the shy smile curving her kiss-swollen lips a rare but beautiful thing.

Jessica drew trembling fingertips along Madeline's cheek.  "This is going to get complicated," she warned unsteadily.  She couldn't look away from the younger woman's unwavering gaze.

"I don't care."

"I..."  Jessica swallowed hard, uncharacteristically struggling with her words.  "I can't easily stop what I'm feeling."

"I don't want you to stop it."  Madeline sifted strands of Jessica's hair through her fingers, her light touch both comforting and arousing.

"But..."  Want and worry warred in Jessica's eyes, flashing in the stormy blue like drawn swords.  Love.  They hadn't spoken the word before.  They'd been very careful not to say it, to keep things light.  Careful not to say it, thought the older woman ruefully, but apparently falling anyway.  So easy to do.  So hard to stop.

"Jessica, I'm exactly where I want to be and with whom.  Complicated doesn't frighten me."  Madeline reached up again to kiss Jessica, teasing her unresponsive mouth with tiny nips and tastes until the former-DA moaned, succumbing to a torrent of need it seemed she'd been holding back forever.

"I'm afraid of loving you this much," whispered Jessica huskily when they parted.  "But I can't help myself."

Madeline Poe chuckled softly and took Jessica's hand, deliberately entwining her fingers with Jess's longer ones.  "I'll hold your hand," she promised.  "If you think it will help."

Jessica gave the younger blonde a saucy look.  "It might."  She leaned closer, though, and whispered, "Unless you can think of something else that would."

Madeline raised one delicate eyebrow.  "I have an active imagination," she drawled as she tugged Jessica toward the elevator.  "I'm sure I can think of something."

And back in the world, amidst the windows and light and air, Madeline made good on that promise.  Validating Jessica's faith in her yet again.



Title:  Sanctuary (part 1)
Author: DiNovia
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Pairing: Troi/Yar (pre-relationship)
Rating:  G
Words: 749
Spoilers: references Haven
For: ariestess
A/N:  I never should have thought that I could keep anything to 300 words.  Also, in this story, the relationship between Troi and Riker is a thing of the past for both of them and never came up during the episode Haven.

Will Riker stopped at the bar to order a raktajino before making his way over to Deanna's corner table.  While he waited for the young crewman on duty to bring his drink, he noted the untouched chocolate fudge sundae that sat melting in front of his ex-lover and the chameleon rose next to it, now colored a depressing charcoal gray.  Deanna herself simply stared out the viewport at the passing stars, her features nearly unreadable.  Will accepted the piping hot caffeinated beverage and quietly approached Deanna's table.

"Who counsels the counselors?" he asked gently.

Deanna looked up at Will, clearly startled.  "I'm sorry?" she asked.  Will looked at the seat across from her and she nodded, not really wanting the company but sensing that the commander considered this an "official" visit.  He sat and took a sip of the raktajino.

"It must be bad if even chocolate can't console you," he said finally, glancing at the untasted confection in front of her. 

"I will recover," replied Deanna, her richly-accented voice very precise.  The tone indicated she didn't appreciate the interference in what would traditionally be her realm.  Even if he was correct and healing herself was beyond her powers.

"No doubt," he agreed, waving his hand dismissively.  Then he cupped his mug in both hands and leaned forward, lowering his voice.  "But this business with your aborted arranged marriage has hurt someone else and I can't ignore that."

"Will, it's over between us," began the dark haired woman angrily.  "It has been--"

"Not me, Deanna.  I know that what we had has been over for a long time."  He covered one small pale hand with his own.  "Open your senses, Deanna.  Allow yourself to move beyond the questions and confusion in your own mind."

Still angry and confused, the young counselor tried to do as he asked.  She closed her eyes and deliberately compartmentalized her emotions, just as she often did when in her office with a patient.  Clarity bloomed in her mind first, followed by a strong feeling of concern and caring that she identified as Riker.  She saw in her mind the sharply defined edges of his emotions: the caring of a superior officer, of someone in command.  Nothing more.

She took a deep breath and her senses expanded further to encompass first the rest of Ten Forward and the benign emotions of the few patrons at this hour and then the rest of the ship.  Gamma shift was usually a quiet time for Deanna and her empathic abilities.  So many sleeping people, so many hushed voices, so many thoughtful and pensive hours passing gently by.  But somewhere in all that fluid peacefulness pain called out to her, like the thrust of a razor-edged knife in her gut.  Sharp and bright against the darkness of space, the mental cry was impossible for Deanna to ignore.  When she opened her eyes, they were filled with the remnants of someone else's sadness and longing.

"Oh, Will..." she whispered.

"Go to her, Deanna.  Help her if you can.  I've tried."  He grimaced, not pleased with himself.  "I think I might have made it worse."

Jealousy--unbidden and entirely her own--flashed through the Betazoid.  "What did you do to her?" she asked darkly, the words practically ground out through her clenched jaw.

Riker sat back, stunned.  Then he chuckled, seeing that the chameleon rose had turned a bilious shade of green.  "Well, I guess that answers that question."  He finished his coffee; became serious again.  "I talked to her.  Just talked.  But--because of my past history with you--I don't think she wanted to hear what I had to say."

"No," agreed Deanna.  "I'm sure she didn't."  She stood, her posture ramrod straight in her dark maroon alternative uniform.  "If you'll excuse me?"

Riker nodded and watched her exit Ten Forward, her gait purposeful and resolved, her hands clenched at her sides.  She was clearly on a mission.  He looked out the viewport at the stars, wondering briefly about the worlds they sped past and the beings on them, about whether any of them had a job as difficult and as fulfilling as his.  Pulling himself from his reverie, he reached for Deanna's abandoned sundae, digging in to the melted ice cream with gusto. 

No point in letting it go to waste, he thought happily.

TBC in part 2


Title:  Sanctuary (part 2) 
Author: DiNovia
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Pairing: Troi/Yar (first kiss)
Rating:  PG-13
Words: 1085
Spoilers: references Haven
For: eclecticfan
A/N:   See author's note for part 1.  Hope you enjoy it!

Deanna Troi stood impatiently outside Lieutenant Natasha Yar's quarters waiting for the young woman to answer her chime.  The young counselor was keyed up and anxious and she clenched and unclenched her fists nervously.  When Tasha finally answered the chime--her eyes slightly red and swollen--Deanna didn't even let her speak.

"Invite me in, Tasha, please."

The blonde security chief took one look in Deanna's fierce black eyes and swallowed whatever protest had been perched on her lips.  She reluctantly stepped aside, shuddering at the fleeting kiss of heat from the Betazoid's body as she brushed past.

Deanna marched into Tasha's extremely spartan sitting room, part of her subconscious registering the lack of personal expression as a distinct symptom of the blonde's upbringing--or lack thereof.  What souvenirs or trinkets would she have brought from Turkana IV, the rape planet?  What memories of a home so fraught with pain and terror?  She filed the observation away for later and began to pace a tight circle in the middle of the room. 

Tasha, unsure of what was going on and knowing only that Deanna Troi was the last person on the ship she wanted to see at the moment, made one attempt to divert the counselor from whatever her errand might be. 

"Deanna, I--"

"You must think me the worst counselor in the Federation," interrupted the dark-haired woman, continuing her agitated pacing.  "At the moment, I agree with you.  In fact, there's nothing at all keeping me from going directly to Captain Picard to resign my commission."

Tasha shook her head.  "No!" she said, without hesitation.  When she managed two consecutive thoughts, she followed quickly with, "What?  Deanna, I don't know what's going on but--"

"I should have seen it, Tasha.  There was that moment--in my quarters--after you'd returned from the Tsiolkovsky.  And several more during our negotiations with Lutan of Ligon II for the Anchilles virus vaccine.  How could I not have seen it?"

Horrified that her deepest, most personal feelings were suddenly being exposed against her wishes, Yar raised her hands to stop Deanna's humiliating litany.  "Please!  Deanna, don't--"

The Betazoid counselor barreled on, disregarding the distraught plea.  "As a counselor, one of my first duties is to know myself.  If I cannot identify my own feelings, how can I be trusted to identify the feelings of my patients?  And then to allow those unexamined feelings to hurt someone so lovely, someone I care about deeply--it's unforgivable!"  Deanna stopped abruptly and turned tearful black eyes to gaze at Tasha.  "How can I even ask for your forgiveness?" she asked plaintively.

All in all, Tasha was glad she'd been standing near the one arm chair she'd included in her sitting room because she dropped into it like a stone.  Pale and confused, she could only sit there at a complete loss.  Like a fish out of water, exactly as she had been during those first few months at the Academy.

Deanna Troi closed her eyes for a moment and sighed deeply.  She relaxed her rigid muscles and released the frenzy of self-recrimination that had fueled her journey to this moment.  She felt, in Tasha, confusion first and foremost.  Followed by fear and a sense of unworthiness that was old and deep, a well-worn and comfortable sweater.  Underneath all of that, though--shining like a newborn star--was hope.  Deanna opened her eyes and went to the young security chief.

Kneeling in front of Tasha to better catch her eye, Deanna reached out to touch the young woman's hand, stone-still in her lap. 

"I never meant to treat you so carelessly, Tasha.  I am ashamed of my actions and of my failure to realize their effect on you.  Please accept my--"

"Stop," whispered the lieutenant raggedly.  Tears that she had once hoped were buried forever rose anew and spilled silently down her cheeks.  "Deanna, don't you know you need never apologize to me for anything?  Can't you feel that?  Or have I finally killed every good thing inside me just when my dreams are coming true?" 

Probing for the truth in those words, Deanna gasped, stunned by the sheer force of emotion flooding her senses.  It was as if Tasha had carefully unshuttered a secret place inside herself, revealing pure and magnificent sunlight where once there had only been darkness.  It was heady and magnetic and she rose to meet it, colliding with Tasha halfway, their mouths crashing together.  Deanna cupped Tasha's angular features in her long-fingered hands while the security chief enfolded the brunette in her strong arms.  Deepening her kiss hungrily, Deanna pushed Tasha backwards into the chair and straddled her thighs.  Holding the blonde's head still, she plundered her lips and plumbed her mouth, seeking the sweet intoxication she knew could only be found there.

Locked in this electrifying embrace, Natasha Yar felt her mind shift.  A fiery, golden blaze--like sunshine dappled by Autumn leaves--burst upon her mind's eye and she recognized it as the reflection of her love for the slender, precious woman she incredulously held in her arms.  She drank the honeyed warmth and power of it, drew it into herself via the connection of their mouths even as she realized it wasn't nearly enough.  She needed more, much more.  Using finely-tuned muscles and a wiry strength belied by her almost willowy frame, Tasha levered Deanna and herself out of the chair, groaning into their unrelenting kiss when she felt the counselor's legs wrap around her waist.

Tumbling Deanna into her bed, Tasha pulled her mouth away and pleaded breathlessly, "If this isn't what you want, stop me now, Deanna.  Don't let me believe in this if it isn't real.  Please."

"I've always known you with my mind and now I know you with my heart," whispered Deanna, reaching up to caress Tasha's cheek with the backs of her fingers.  "Teach me to know you by the touch of your skin, Tasha.  Teach me to crave your kiss when we're apart.  I want to know all of you that you have to give..."

A needful cry escaped from Tasha before she claimed and devoured Deanna's kiss-bruised lips, pouring all of herself into their connection.  Like a beacon in the depths of space, her mind called out to her lover.

Know me.  Know me.  Know me.  Know me...



Title:  Plus One
Author: DiNovia
Fandom: Cold Case/L&O:Mothership (sort of)
Pairing: Lilly Rush/Serena Southerlyn (established couple)
Rating:  PG-13
Words: 1021
Spoilers: none
For: trublusvufan
A/N:   Once again, I could not keep it under 300 words.  All the better for you, I hope! 

Kat Miller stood with her back to the bar and stared at the entrance, watching impatiently as snow swirled in around the latest patron.  Who was not, in fact, Lilly Rush.  Where was she?  And what was the big deal, anyway?  So she was seeing someone new?  So what?  What was with all the cat and mouse?

"It's not as if we bite," she muttered, taking a swig of her IPA and frowning.

Nick Vera raised both eyebrows as he examined the depths of his beer glass.  "It's not easy for Lilly to open up to us, Kat," he gruffed.  "Besides, there's that."  He motioned with his eyes toward a glowering Scotty Valens, sitting alone at a corner table, nursing his own bottled brew.  He looked like a kicked puppy.  It wasn't his most attractive look.

"Scotty?"  Kat looked disgusted.  "I thought that was ancient history.  That it didn't amount to anything really."

"It is and it didn't.  To everyone but him."  Nick took a thoughtful swig from his glass.  "I swear he's more of a girl than you."

Kat laughed and rolled her eyes.  "You're bad, Vera," she chastised, swatting his arm without force.  "You're also right." 

A few minutes later saw the lieutenant and Will Jeffries in from the cold but still no Lilly Rush and her mysterious "plus one."  Nick waved the men over and signaled the bartender for two more beers. 

"Still no Lilly?" asked Will, accepting his glass of amber liquid and taking a fortifying sip.

"No," said Kat darkly and Vera just shrugged.

"Now don't you give her a hard time when she gets here, Miller," said Stillman, his paternal attitude toward Lilly invariably coloring his words.  "Or if she decides not to come at all.  She's had a tough year."

"Yeah, I know.  I was here, remember?  I just don't know what the big..."  Her voice suddenly faded away as the door to Murphy's opened again, issuing in a gust of wind, a flurry of snowflakes, and Lilly Rush and her "plus one."


Lilly Rush, bundled up in her black wool duster and a knitted scarf that matched the color of her gray-green eyes, was holding hands with a slightly taller blonde woman, who was bundled up in a taupe wool duster and a red scarf.  It was hard to tell which one of them looked more nervous.  Lilly pulled the scarf from around her neck with her free hand and tugged her date toward the little knot of her colleagues, all staring in her direction now.  She hoped they'd mistake her blush for the effects of the cold weather.

The detective deliberately took the lead, putting herself between her friends and her lover in a classic pose of protectiveness that was not lost on anyone there.  She glanced uncertainly at Scotty, who was just now registering the "lay of the land", so to speak; his brown eyes wider than Kat's. 

"Hi, everyone," she said quietly, looking at each of her colleagues in turn, trying to gauge their reaction to this development in her life.  "This is my girlfriend, Serena Southerlyn.  Serena, this is...everyone."

It wasn't the most helpful of introductions but it was the best Lilly could manage under the circumstances.  Though only Serena could tell, through the connection of their hands, how much the detective was trembling.

Kat was the first to recover.  "Kat Miller," she said, reaching out to shake Serena's hand.  "You look like you could use a drink."

Serena blinked and took Kat's hand, reluctantly letting go of Lilly to do so.  "Serena," she said, by way of introduction.  "And yes, I could use a drink.  Scotch.  A double."

Kat grinned like her four-footed namesake and dragged Serena away to get her that drink, thinking to herself, Now this is more like it!


Later, back in Lilly's apartment, the two women parted from a lazy, languid kiss and Serena brushed some errant strands of platinum from Lilly's soft and welcoming eyes.

"I enjoyed meeting your friends tonight," she said softly.

Lilly smiled wistfully.  "They're good people," she acknowledged, remembering how easily they'd opened their arms to Serena.  Once the shock had worn off, that is.

Serena leaned forward and kissed away Lilly's reminiscent grin.  "They seem to care about you very much.  You all are so much more a family than the detectives I used to work with in New York."

Lilly nestled back into the pillows of her couch and drew Serena down, capturing her full lips with a sigh of pleasure.  Serena welcomed her lover's questing tongue into her mouth and felt the change it ignited in her body: pounding heat and a dizzy breathlessness.  The pace of their kiss, however, remained dreamy and unhurried.

"We've been through a lot together," explained Lilly, nipping at the corner of Serena's mouth.  "That accounts for some of it."

The blonde attorney ran her thumb over her lover's full bottom lip.  "I'm sure it does," she agreed, leaning in to taste that voluptuous, petal pink mouth again.

Lilly wrapped Serena in her long arms and, as they kissed, the two women ended up stretched out on Lilly's couch.  They were oblivious to everything save the hum of the electricity building between them.  When they finally parted, Lilly smiled up into Serena's arousal-darkened cobalt eyes.

"Can I ask you a question, Counselor?" she said, glancing at the throbbing pulsepoint in the hollow of Serena's throat and licking her lips hungrily.

"Of course," replied the attorney, her voice huskier than it had been after the scotch.

"Are you going to take me to bed already?  Or are we going to stay out here and discuss my co-workers all night?"

The raw desire in Lilly Rush's eyes shuddered through Serena's body and she groaned as she pulled the detective up off the couch and into her arms. 

"I thought you'd never ask," she cried, pulling Lilly toward the bedroom.  "I thought you'd never ask."


Four down, eight to go!


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shayshaych_03 on November 24th, 2007 11:52 pm (UTC)
i never mind extra words when they're put to such great uses :D

all very enjoyable bits :) thank you for sharing them :)
seftiri: Em/JJ Crackseftiri on November 25th, 2007 12:00 am (UTC)
You're very welcome! Glad you enjoyed them!
Ariestessariestess on November 25th, 2007 01:09 am (UTC)
Oh.... Oh, damn... That was lovely, and poignant, and intoxicating! Both parts... *happy sigh*

Any chance I can archive a copy of the two-parter on the Deanna Troi page over at Mmm...Doctor!?

*goes back to read again*
seftiri: Smileseftiri on November 25th, 2007 01:18 am (UTC)
You may indeed! I didn't even know there was such a thing!

I am so glad you liked it! It just kept expanding and expanding and eventually I just had to break it up and offer it as two parts...

Luckily, someone else ordered a Troi/Yar so there will be another one in the next group of four, I think.

Ariestessariestess on November 25th, 2007 01:26 am (UTC)

And yes, there is such a page. And I have woefully little fic there...
Trublu: keepalivetrublusvufan on November 25th, 2007 01:11 am (UTC)
Yay! *Imagine it being said very drawn out like with waving arm movements. ;)*

I very much enjoyed that story! Thankies for writing it!
seftiri: ER come hitherseftiri on November 25th, 2007 01:21 am (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it! I have to admit, it was much fun to write! I have only seen a couple of recent Cold Case eps and I hope I got the voices for everyone right... Kat was the hardest because I know her more from Wonderfalls. LOL

Trublutrublusvufan on November 25th, 2007 02:04 am (UTC)
I can imagine! I usually visuallize Joanne from RENT... who's actually a lesbian, which makes it more fun. :D
tulliolustulliolus on November 25th, 2007 02:09 am (UTC)
Oooh, suspense! By my count my request was seventh, so it should be in the next batch, right? I'm excited! I'm also intrigued by the prospect of the bonus drabbles.

As for going over word count, I couldn't help it either.
seftiri: Strengthseftiri on November 25th, 2007 03:44 am (UTC)
Yes, you are correct. Yours will be in the next batch, which I hope to have completed in the next few days. Don't worry, I know what I'm going to write about for all four in that batch. The problem is getting it done. LOL

And yeah, 300 words just isn't enough. I don't think I could describe someone sneezing in less than 300 words! :D
Tiffany: sw master yodapiekid on November 25th, 2007 02:11 am (UTC)

I'm bored.

I was listening to some classic rock songs, but then I heard 'Lola', and now I'm (logically) listening to Weird Al.

"I saw the little runt sitting there on a log,
I asked him his name and in a raspy voice he said, 'Yoda.'
Y-O-D-A. Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda."

I should be knotting, but I'm notting. Hehehe

"So I use the Force,
I picked up a box,
I lifted some rocks,
While I stood on my head."


Look, Audrey II!:

I'm a Shrekkie, are you?


Forgive my insanity.
seftiri: O_oseftiri on November 25th, 2007 03:41 am (UTC)
Dori and Audrey and Om, oh my!

Where do you find this stuff? LOL

I love the little bee and the snowman! :D
Tiffany: spn watch spnpiekid on November 25th, 2007 04:29 am (UTC)
Fun, huh!?

They're from Mazeguy Smilies... I'm to lazy to link.

I thought you'd like those.
Tiffany: wonderfalls clinically insanepiekid on November 25th, 2007 02:16 am (UTC)
99 (semi) Red Balloons!


Edited at 2007-11-25 02:17 am (UTC)
seftiri: LMAOseftiri on November 25th, 2007 03:40 am (UTC)
You crack me up! LOL Muah!
Tiffany: spn dean awesomepiekid on November 25th, 2007 04:30 am (UTC)
Cracking you up is what I'm here for.
Tiffany: comic ds dinosaurs & sexpiekid on November 25th, 2007 04:31 am (UTC)
Nice icon choice, btw. ;)
fewthistle: JJEmHospCMfewthistle on November 25th, 2007 07:00 pm (UTC)
Well, despite the fact that I have been, for the first time in my life, relegated to the "third" group (oh, the shame of it), I simply had to read these lovely offerings. To be honest, we both know that I will read anything with your name on it, which is as much of a guarantee of quality as a blue box from Tiffany's (not that one, silly *g*).

And I must admit further, that although I have always found Lilly a trifle disturbing in her intensity, I adored the Serena/Lilly drabbic. It was quite lovely, my dear, and I am thinking that I could stand to read more of this pairing from you. Was that hint subtle enough for you? *lol*

In fact, all of them were perfect in their own way, as is everything you write.

But, I still want my Janeway. And you know that patience is not one of my albeit limited number of virtues *bg*

Edited at 2007-11-25 07:02 pm (UTC)
seftiri: Em/JJ Markedseftiri on November 26th, 2007 04:38 am (UTC)
Your hint is taken. :D And I'm glad that you liked the others.

I am sorry that you are feeling neglected back there in the third grouping but I hope you won't feel that way when you read what I have written. I'm sure I can make it up to you.

Thank you for your wonderful feedback, as always, dearheart.

So...when can we expect your next Em/JJ? ;)
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seftiri: jeri_babybumpseftiri on November 26th, 2007 04:42 am (UTC)
Oh, I'm so glad you liked them! And that they cheered you up! (I'm sorry you're having a rough week.)

I only get to see Cold Case when I'm waiting for Shark to come on. LOL So I'm not sure I quite got everyone's "voice" right but, oh well! It seems to be a popular one.

The next four should be up sometime this week, so keep an eye out.

Hope next week is better!
Shut up and smile: TV ll Charlie's Angels ll almost kissmorningafter2 on November 28th, 2007 02:16 am (UTC)
Well, despite the fact that I don't know any of the fandoms, save for a cursory familiarity with Shark, Serena Southerlyn, and Deanna Troi, I read everything.

And loved every word.

I can't wait for more. :D
seftiri: T7 NewlyJoinedseftiri on November 28th, 2007 02:54 am (UTC)
Oh child! Be careful what you wish for! LOL The B/7 stories that you and Rachel ordered have taken on a life of their own! I am working as fast as I can and I think it's going to be NEXT weekend before I get them done! Oi!

But thank you for your lovely feedback! I can't imagine reading four stories in unfamiliar fandoms and liking them all but I'm glad you did. :)

Shut up and smile: TV ll House ll Thirteenmorningafter2 on November 28th, 2007 03:25 am (UTC)
Well, no hurry. I'm not short on reading material, and anything you write is well worth the wait.

And as for reading stories from unfamiliar fandoms, if you could have an out-of-body experience or something, and read what you write from an unbiased point of view, you'd understand.