Love Hurts (Part something-something in that craaaaazy series I'm writing)

[aunt_zelda]

Title: Love Hurts

Series: *that funky one that still doesn’t have a name*

Rating: R? Yeah, R.

Pairings, Characters: Elle/Claire, Adam/Hiro, a bit of Plaude, unrequited Hando.

Word Count: 3, 361

Disclaimer, Spoilers: I do not own Heroes, isn’t that obvious by now? Spoilers up through episode 7 of V3, I guess, but this is an AU, so don’t believe everything you read.

Summary: Two missions, lots of snogging, mass ramblings, and two surprise cameos.   

A/N: This is long. Very long. And written from various viewpoints, all in Second-Person. I took all of your opinions into consideration (huzzah, my handy-dandy poll WORKED!) Hopefully this appeases everyone without making anyone mad and doesn’t come off as rushed or trying too hard but I’m gonna be uber-busy tomorrow and I wanted this DONE. It’s kinda plot-heavy at the end, so I have somewhere to go from here. (P.S. forgive my Japanese and my HRG-voice, it’s all awful.) I know: cheesy title. *kerslump*

Special Thanks: to slavefaith and mawrr  for their lengthy comments, and also everyone who voted! I needed the jumpstarting, without you all this wouldn’t be possible!

 

Here's the linkies to all the parts in the 'series' in order of how things happen

http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/90646.html#cutid1 – High Voltage: Elle and Claire form a partnership, with sexual tension in the mix.

http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/88827.html#cutid1 Brutal: a drabble bonus scene featuring Mohinder, Sylar, and the deaths of three semi-prominent characters.

http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/87001.html#cutid1 Eye of the Hurricane: Hiro is jumped by Adam. Naaaaaaaw.

http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/89758.html#cutid1 Phoenix Arisen: what ought to have happened in ‘Dying of the Light’ twisted to suit this verse.

 

You fire the tazer, but it misses and fizzles out on the floor. “Damnit, damnit, damnit …”

She’s already recharging it for you, keeping an eye on the staircase that your quarry fled up. You and she exchange a glance, and, because the Level Fiver is trapped up there, you both lean in for a quick kiss. 

The kiss swiftly becomes something more, and before you know it she’s shoving you against the wall, hand in your hair, sending mild shocks down your spine.

“Mmph … Elle …” your voice cracks because this attempt at speech coincides with a stronger jolt.

“What?” she mutters, trying to slide a hand down the front of your jeans. “He’s not going anywhere …”

“I know, but …” you grab her hand and look up at her pleadingly. You really would rather go her route, but that Level Fiver has to be caught. “After he’s subdued, ok? I promise.” you add a bit of lilt to your voice and hype up your puppy eyes.

She sighs and steps back. “I’m gonna hold you to that one, cheerleader,” she grits, wagging a finger in your direction as she turns to face the staircase.

You grin. “Can’t wait …”

You race her up the stairs, trying to not laugh, trying to stay serious and focused, for her. She has a few years and oodles of experience on you, and yet sometimes you feel that you’re the older one. Most of the time it’s fun … but sometimes it’s unsettling. She has so much power, and the slightest thing can set her off. Only you seem to be able to calm her down. Well, you and Claude, but he could handle your uncle.

The Level Fiver isn’t a psycho like Doyle, but he’s no Stephan Canfield either. He actually succeeds in killing you once, sending you spiraling into a blackout. You’ve become accustomed to these ‘deaths,’ but they’re still pretty freaky. You keep getting pulled back … but from what? You’re not entirely sure that you want to know.

When you ‘wake up,’ she’s electrocuting him mercilessly, smirking in a rather terrifying manner. 

“Hey …” you wince and push yourself up onto your knees. “Don’t kill him …”

“Why not?” she snaps, eyes fixed on the writhing, screaming man. “He killed you! You’re not even old enough to drink for Christsake’s, and he killed you!”

You stagger to your feet and tackle her. It’s a clumsy, painful movement, with her yelping in alarm and you moaning at the pain of conducting her electricity and getting tangled up in her arms and legs and the Level Fiver groaning before slumping into unconsciousness.

She scowls as you struggle on top of her. “I wasn’t going to kill him … honest …”

You snort and push your hair out of your face. “No. Killing.” you tap her nose on each word, glaring down at her, because you know she likes it when you order her around. You kinda like it too. Being in control has always been important to you, but it’s only recently become your ‘kink.’ Maybe it’s left-over issues from Brody … or maybe it’s just who you are.

She pouts. “Not even the really annoying people?”

You wish you could laugh at that, but with her it’s too early in the game. You roll off of her. “Come on, let’s get him all restrained … I believe I promised you something?” you smirk in what you hope is a suggestive manner.

She grins and jumps up. “Ok!” she trills.

After that, she happily throws herself into the task of straight-jacketing the Level Fiver and dragging him downstairs, out of the house, and tossing him into the trunk of the car. For good measure, you stick him in the neck with a tranq before slamming the door shut.

You don’t even get the chance to turn around before she’s wrapped her arms around your waist and started kissing your neck. You sigh with pleasure and roll your head back, not bothering to restrain your giggles.

Once you’re both in the backseat, however, you take charge. There’s something about having her writhing under you, gasping, moaning at your touch, that’s even better than fighting bad guys.

She’s impatient, tugging off your jacket and shirt, singeing the fabric of your bra. You nip her ears, then suck her fingers, squeaking slightly when she jolts you from the inside of your mouth.

This, you decide as you wriggle out of your jeans and unzip hers with your teeth, this is bliss.

 

~*~

 

He kicks the body of the bound and gagged Level Five escapee, muttering a jumble of English, American, and Japanese curse words.

“Adam …” you groan, wincing as the prone body of the woman rolls over a bit. “I think that’s enough …”

“I don’t.” he snarls, kicking her again. “She was going to kill you, Hiro … kill you with her lovely little spikes …”

“But you would have brought me back,” you smile in what you hope is a reassuring way, and he eventually smiles back.

“True … but she might have gotten away in the process and killed again, wouldn’t want that now …” he bites his lip and stares down at the woman again “… would we?”

It sounds like less of a rhetorical question than you’d like, so you hurriedly kneel down and grab the woman’s arm and teleport away.

Thankfully, this time you do end up in Angela Petrelli’s office.

“Evening …” she says, somehow managing to stare down her nose at you while sitting in a chair.

“Uh … hello?” you stutter, bowing hurriedly. “Uh, I bring another bad guy!” you point to the woman at your feet.

“I see … she’s dirtying up my carpet.” she presses a button on her phone, “Jerome? I’ve got another delivery from Nakamura, send someone in to collect it.”

You shuffle your feet anxiously before a tall, heavily muscled man enters and, without a glance in your direction, picks up the woman and carries her away.

“There should be another one tonight, your granddaughter and Ms. Bishop are capturing Leo Smith.”

She sniffs. “Bear in mind, Mr. Nakamura, we tolerate your little gang only because you respect the Company and we are currently short of staff. Any active rebellion against us, and you will be put on the same list as the Level Fivers you are tracking down.”

You nod. She scares you. “Dewa sono uchi ni,” you say hurriedly, bowing before you teleport very far away from her.

He’s perched on the hood of the car where you left him, arms crossed, looking up at the stars like they have personally vexed him. You hop up next to him, smiling triumphantly.

“Yatta!” you beam at him.

“Dekita ...” he says with the ghost of a smile, still staring up at the sky.  

You wait for a while, but he doesn’t say anything. “Check-in isn’t until nine-thirty … we can stay here for a while …”

He makes a ‘mmmmm’ noise.

You bite your lip. This is really far easier with girls. “We don’t … have to hurry …” you continue, sliding closer to him and putting an arm around his waist.

He turns and looks you straight in the eye. “Ai shiteru …” he whispers.

You gulp. Surely he … he doesn’t … no … he’s just rusty with Japanese …

But you really, really hope that he meant what he said.

“A-A-Adam?” you squeak. (You really must stop squeaking, it makes you sound like a schoolgirl, and you don’t want anyone getting any ideas about you in a skirt.)

He grabs you by the shoulders and leans down closer to you. “Ai …shiteru …” he repeats, slowly and carefully, pushing your glasses up into your hair and kissing you.

The car hood is very slippery, but somehow the two of you manage to (mostly) stay on it.

 

~*~

 

You lean back in your chair, sipping at a cup of scalding tea the teleporter’s friend made. He’s a good kid, the friend: not a power to speak of, but shaping up to be one hell of a partner. You saw in him the same sort of potential you saw in Bennet all those years ago, so you agreed (in your own gruff way) to take him along on the ‘missions.’ Truth be told, you’d rather work alone, but the boy doesn’t have the luxury of that option, and besides, you’ve seen the looks he shoots at Adam and Nakamura’s son when they snog. Letting the friend tag along with them would lead to disaster, and the other two have that whole ‘girl power’ thing going on. You’re amazed that the time traveler is so blind to the friend’s feelings. Devotion like that, and Hiro calls it ‘friendship’ … but you know better.

Adam sees it too, but he exploits it when he’s not leering at Claire-bear and Elle or bantering with you. He still unnerves you, despite his apparent reform. His feelings for Nakamura’s son are honest (even a blind man could see it) but still you’re ready to scarper at the drop of a hat. Would-be-global-‘cleansers’ don’t completely change their spots just because of a carp’s smile and a hero’s bright eyes.

You shift uncomfortably, remembering another sort of smile, a crooked one, and puppy-dog eyes shining up at you.

Not love …you think to yourself. Lust …which sounds a red, dirty sort of word, more curse than state of being. You only knew him for a few days, and most of that time you spent physically hurting him, not making sweet love on the Roof.

Why do you have such strong feelings for him? Is it simply because he was the first person who saw you, touched you, in seven years? (Bumping into people on the street doesn’t count, and since you always made the rent-boys wear blindfolds, you’re not sure that they count either.)

It’s too early for this to be love.

Lust … you decide, watching Adam rest his feet on the teleporter’s lap and Elle whisper something into Claire-bear’s ear.

You exchange a look with the friend, and nod ever so slightly.

Lust.

You sigh heavily …

… and the door is kicked open. Instinctively, you vanish, and since it’s Bennet at the door and he’s holding a gun, you’re very glad that your paranoia has finally paid off.

After some initial shock and surprise – the look on his face upon discovering his daughter in the arms of Elle really is not to be missed – he begins yelling at his daughter. Something about ‘abandoning the family’ and ‘gallivanting with dangerous fugitives’ and he’s still got that penchant for dramatics, bless him.

It doesn’t lessen your desire to take his gun and pump a couple bullets into his chest, though.  

Still, that would hurt the girl, and as much as you hate the father, Claire-bear has too much on her plate without her dad being murdered in front of her again.

You’ve waited this long for revenge, a little longer won’t hurt.

Hanging around isn’t the best course of action, though. After whispering “I’m off” to everyone but him, you slip out the back and steal his car. Idiot left the keys in the ignition. It’s a Nissan (naturally) and smells new. You envision the many spectacular ways you can trash it as you head off down the highway, flicking through radio stations.

It’s high-time you checked in with a certain poodle …

 

~*~

 

Tears are prickling at your eyelids. Her hand is warm, fingers twined with yours, but it brings you little comfort.

Your father is shouting at you, shaming you, dragging out all of your embarrassments onto the floor in front of people who respected and followed you. 

It gets worse when he sees Adam Monroe and the empty cup of tea that he immediately knows – somehow – belongs to Claude.

“You are coming home with me right now young lady! Your mother’s been worried sick about you –”

That brings on a twinge, but you lash out like the teenager you were. “I’ve been worrying mom? Oh, so sorry to dash off into the great beyond to chase down dangerous superpowered psychos with mysterious strangers! Can’t be that I’m following your example, right?”

Adam snorts at that. You shoot him a glare, and he picks up Claude’s abandoned cup, scrutinizing it with apparent interest.

Your comment shocked him, so you barrel on ahead. You thought you’d been working through your teenage angst by catching Level Fivers and rolling around in backseats with her, but apparently the well still isn’t dry.

“Where’s Meredith, anyway? Isn’t she your new partner?” you spit the word. You know for a fact that when Claude was ‘Uncle Claude’ he was filling out the title of ‘partner’ in every connotation, and the fact that your father would cheat on your mother makes you sick.

Your father winces, looking away. “Meredith’s been … ah … doing some freelance work with Nathan Petrelli and …” he coughed delicately, “a woman named Tracey Straus.”

Hiro looks confused. Adam starts laughing.

You don’t even want to know what that meant. “Dad … go home to mom and Lyle. They need you. I don’t anymore.”

“Oh, really? You think that going on dangerous missions with killers is safer than going home and finishing school?”

You squeeze her hand. “Not safer … better. This is what I’m supposed to do dad, this is …” you hold up the hand that’s holding hers. “This is who I am.”

Adam stands up. “Perhaps we should leave you three alone –” he starts, but your father cuts him off by cocking the Company gun and pointing it at him.

“Don’t move, Monroe,” he snarls, eyes still fixed on you and her. “Claire, do you know what he’s done … tried to do?”

You glare up at your father. “I like it when people tell me the truth, dad, it’s something you never really perfected.”

His face crumples a bit and you almost loose your nerve. “I have only ever wanted to protect you, Claire –”

“Dad you can’t protect me! I’m not a kid anymore! I can make my own decisions without you checking my answers!”

He looks long and hard at you and her, and then says. “I preferred West.”

You and she stand up as one. You’re not sure what you’re going to do, but the electricity coursing through her hand into yours doesn’t bother you. I preferred West …you didn’t think he’d understand or accept your choice to track down and capture Level Fivers, but you thought he would at least accept you.

Before anyone can do anything, however, your father is gone.

You look around stupidly. “Wuh …”

“Sorry …” Hiro shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot. “I thought it best if your father … not here?”

You blink. “Oh … right …” you sink down onto the couch, feeling slightly ill.

“We should go.”

You look up, rubbing your eyes furiously. “What?”

Adam crosses his arms. “I said, descendant, we should go. Move on. Vamoose. Whatever it is you Americans do. If Bennet knows where we are, there’s no telling who will be after us next. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t forgotten Arthur Petrelli.”

A chill settles over the room. You shudder, your perverse desire to meet your grandfather once again rising to the surface. In order to go up against him, you definitely need more people on ‘your’ side.

“Claude isn’t here … we’re not leaving without him.” it’s a feeble excuse and you know it, but you really don’t want to leave him behind, not after the sudden reappearance of your father.

She stands up. “Screw Claude, I don’t want Pinehearst finding us!”

You wince, clenching your fists. “He’s part of the group, Elle, we can’t just abandon him.”

Ando looks alarmed at this sudden train of thought. “Claude is my friend, I am not going to leave him either!”

She kneels down in front of you, taking your hands in hers. “Let’s go back to how it was before …” her voice is low, a whisper, but you know that the others can hear her. “You and me … we were a great team, Claire … it’s too complicated with all these –” she shoots a glare at Ando “– others …”

“Safety in numbers.” you say through clenched teeth. It’s not that you don’t love her, didn’t love being alone with her, bagging dangerous specials, but you missed the sense of family that you grew up with. She never had that, doesn’t see the advantages of a situation like this. You thrive on it. If you leave one person behind now, what’s to stop the others from abandoning you later?

“Elle …” your voice cracks, so you look up and address the room at large. “Ok, vote … who thinks we should wait for Claude to come back?”

Ando’s hand shoots into the air. After casting an apologetic look in Adam’s direction, Hiro’s does too. Adam crosses his arms. You gulp and shakily raise your hand.

She storms from the room, slamming the door to your shared bedroom.

“Elle!” you leap up and hurry after her.

The door is locked. You knock, pleading with her, but she doesn’t answer.

Shaking, you slump to the floor and hug your knees to your chest.

Angry voices are issuing from the den, mostly in Japanese, but you’re sure that you catch Adam’s British trill now and again. From the sounds of things, you and she aren’t the only ones having problems.

With a sigh, you bang your head on the door for a while before curling up on the floor and drifting into an uneasy sleep.  

 

~*~

 

You’re actually quite proud of yourself. Sure, your carp is no longer speaking to you, but he’ll come around eventually, and when he does, perhaps his annoying sidekick will leave for Tokyo and never come back.

That man really annoys you. How dare someone so unworthy look at your carp like that?

The jealous rage that you started to act upon last night shocked him, but you never claimed to be ‘reformed,’ never denied your past ‘crimes.’ Has he forgotten that you killed his father simply because you said you loved him?

You do love him. That’s not a lie, no matter what ‘Ando-kun’ says.

You glance out the window, something that’s swiftly becoming a habit. Bennet’s daughter is sitting at the table eating cereal, and her girlfriend is nowhere in sight. Pity … seeing them together is always fun. Two pretty girls snuggling, kissing, touching … you know it’s low, but being imprisoned for thirty years can make a man desperate.

He knows that you genuinely care about him, right? He knows that even if you were to cleanse the Earth, you’d make sure he survived … right?

 

~*~

 

It’s the second evening that Claude’s been gone. You haven’t seen her at all, and the others aren’t talking to each other.

You’re just contemplating how long you can safely remain here when the abused door smashes open.

On the threshold stands Claude, looking distinctly more ruffled than usual. He’s carrying your uncle Peter, who is unconscious.

“Evenin’ Fantastic Four …” the Englishman says in an uncharacteristically happy tone, entering the room and kicking the door shut. Humming cheerily, he vanishes up the stairs, Peter still in his arms.

You gulp. “Uh … I’m going to bed …” you flounder indecisively for a few seconds, then scamper down the hall. Heaving a deep breath, you try the door.

It’s unlocked.

Slowly, you open the door and enter the room. She’s nowhere to be seen, so you shut the door and look around.

Strange noises are coming from the upstairs, noises you’re not sure you ought to be hearing.

She’s locked herself in the bathroom. The shower’s on, but you can hear her sobbing.

With a sigh, you turn on the shower and curl up on the bathroom rug, hugging yourself and pretending that you’re not alone again tonight.

 

 

Comments

[shadow1986.livejournal.com]

yay! update :) claire/elle are my new obsession, and i love the way you write them!

[eternal-moonie.livejournal.com]

OMG I Love it!!!! You've done an amazing job!!!

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

*slumps with relief* Thank you thank you thank you!

[slavefaith.livejournal.com]

Squuuuuueee... happy happy joy joy

Awww everybody's fighting. But I love claire/elle angst. enjoying the hell out of your work hon.

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

*squees at all the luverly feedback on this* Thank my lucky stars! I was so gorram worried about this one ...

Awww everybody's fighting. But I love claire/elle angst.
Don't worry ... they fight so that they can have hot makeup sex.

enjoying the hell out of your work hon.
Auuuuuw, thank you!

[lea1santome.livejournal.com]

Claire and Elle: Sorry for Bennet who prefers to West as a boyfriend of Claire, but it can not be, and it has no hold on to the bride from her daughter.

Hiro / Adam: No, what he feels for Adam Hiro is not lust. Is love, a love dark, but it is Love.

prefiere a West como novio de Claire, pero no puede ser, y no le queda otra que aguantar a la novia de su hija.

Hiro/Adam: No, lo que siente Adam por Hiro no es lujuria. Es amor, un amor oscuro, pero es Amor.

[darkbluedark.livejournal.com]

omg!!! write more soon, i love claire/elle and we simply can't have them fighting... i love how you've written their relationships. again, big fan of how you write claire/elle.

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

More? SOON?! PEOPLE I HAVE AN ACTUAL LIFE!
Ok, ok, more is in the works, but school must take precedent, and I've got all this 'your grade depends on this' stuff coming up so ... soon, yes, but not right off the bat, but definately before Thanksgiving.

Thanks for your feedback! *hugs*

I have fans now? (W00t!)

[t-bag-lover.livejournal.com]

oh lord, you're killing me! :D :faints dead away from the hotness:

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

*fans at you frantically* Sorry? (YAY, I made someone FAINT! *dances* This totally makes up for my awful day ...)

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[poemwithnorhyme.livejournal.com]

Claire/Elle.. mm.. and all the other pairings? Yay. And Claude/Ando, or.. the potential, is actually sort of interesting. And POODLE! Yay! I look forward to more, you amazing girl, you. XD ^_^

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

It seems I can do no wrong, here ... I never write fem, I try my hand at it and people give me standing ovations ... *shrugs and blushes and beams* 'Amazing,' eh? *turns beet red*

Yes, YAY FOR THE RETURN OF THE POODLE! (That's gonna be FUN FUN FUN for me AND Claude ... though not so much for Peter ...)

I think the Claude/Ando is one-sided on Ando's part ... you see, there was this scene I started to write (that got cut because I had very little time) where Claude and Ando subdue some Level Fiver and Ando tries to put the moves on Claude but Claude is all "uh, sorry, but I don't feel like that about ya, there's this bloke who I still fancy and yer really only doin' this 'cause yer in love with yer best friend" ... and then Ando's all 'harumph' and Claude's all 'hmmm, I should go get Peter' ... but sadly all of it got cut.

I keep meaning to backtrack with this series, back to when it was just Claire and Elle, before they actually started sleeping together and it's all 'tension, tension, tension' and when Hiro and Ando and Adam are in this car going off after Daphne being all 'tension, tension, tension' ... do you think that that would be a good next part? I ask you as a reader, friend, and writer of fantastic epic serieses.

[poemwithnorhyme.livejournal.com]

You're asking me?! Wow.. *is flattered like whoa* *blushes*

Well, let's see then.. Backtracking a bit might be good, so people can understand a bit more of why things are the way they are, but then again, it also might be a bit redundant since people are already used to them being together and haven't really questioned the reasons.

Perhaps just some memories would do, not an entire chapter, just a little bit here and there as you continue on with the plot; because people are really looking forward to more plot. How they're going to deal with Arthur and each other.. (And by the way, Arthur/Adam.. Creepy as hell but I now slash them whenever I think about Arthur's past, just like he and Linderman.. But my canon dub-con Arthur/Adam is all your fault. XD)

I don't think a full chapter is necessary unless you want to take a break from the overall plot and just have fun. The readers will love it either way, so it all depends on your muse, ^_^

[aussievamp.livejournal.com]

:D Awesome new bit. loved every bit of interaction in this. You so have the Kiro DOWN. :)
Only question - what does the Japanese mean? I'm obessive, I must know, but none of my ususal translation sites are helping. *whimpers* I only know that one word of what Adam said means 'love'. But not the context. :(
But other than that... *glomp* :D
I;m reli loving this series. If you don't know what to do next can I request a flashback to how Adam talked his way out of a beating after Hiro found him sleeping with Arthur? I think it'd be awesome.
Anyways, tldr; Love you, Love your fic, love you and your fic. *nods*

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

“Dewa sono uchi ni" is a form of 'goodbye' and is literally 'I'll see you sometime' which I thought rather appropriate for Hiro.

“Dekita" is 'We did it.'

“Ai shiteru" is 'I love you.'

At least, that's what I THINK they say, I don't really know Japanese ... I used reliable-looking sites ...

*blushes* Awwww, thank you! It's not that I don't know what to do I just don't have the TIME. (I'm thinking of an intensive flashback 'episode,' actually, with Claire and Elle going dancing after a mission when it was still just them ... but I'm torn between that and Claude knocking some sense into Peter and a surprise guest-star showing up ...) Then again, I never DID explain the fallout from that sketchy fic ...

Awwwww, you are too kind!

(Would you be slightly appeased/distracted if I told you that a Pushing Daisies/Heroes crossover is in the works?)

[aussievamp.livejournal.com]

Awwwww... that scene is so much sweeter now.
"I did it."
"We did it."
Awwww. Also, somehow I always read it as Adam pushing Hiro's glasses up his nose (the way Hiro does) and kissing him. Now that scenes even hotter, that I've read it right. lol.

"I just don't have the TIME."
I know how that feels, poor thing. Well, don't worry bout rushing. I'll be sticking around, so whenever you get to it, all fans will still be here. I for one don't mind.
And flashbacks are good too! Lol. I like backstory. it's fun. Lets you play with ready-made concepts before certain events. I love doing it. really good writing excercise too, because you do have certain restraints, you can't just let loose. It's fun!

I've never actually watched Pushing Daisys but I know the concept and am now very curious. Apparently, yes, I'm easily distracted. Just paint me diamond and call me Edward. ;)

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

I've never actually watched Pushing Daisys but I know the concept and am now very curious. Apparently, yes, I'm easily distracted. Just paint me diamond and call me Edward. ;)
*sporfles* I haven't even SEEN 'Twilight,' I just sit around listening to my friends rant and laugh about how awful it was. I have a ridiculously love/hate relationship with those books, it's obscene ...

Oh, you MUST watch Pushing Daisies! It's the most whimsical, perfect, fantastic show out there. (Take my word for it, please, and go sign this: http://www.petitiononline.com/daisies/petition.html to save it! Stupid ABC has canceled it! We MUST save Ned and Chuck and Digby and Olive and Emerson!) It's narrated by friggin' JIM DALE for god's sake! *huggles the show*

[mawrrr.livejournal.com]

YAY.
YAY times YAY times YAY times A THOUSAND.
'Cause YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

My bad day just got pawned by your awesome yayness and all the yays and happy squees that came from this fic.

'Cause it was soooooo what I needed to cheer me up!
And now I'm so cheered up that I've danced around the room three times, after re-reading this three times. 'Cause it's just so yay that by now I've used yay as an adjective so much that it is now, in fact, a legitimate adjective of something that rocks as much as this. ^^

I'm even ignoring the fact that now I only have about 20 minutes to have a shower and get into town for a 3 hour drama rehearsal because now I'm just so super uber happy. And before I read this I was all sad and panicky and lazy and not wanting to do anything but now I'm just.. Well, I'm sure you've gathered. xD

Regarding a little more coherent feedback other than yaying and rambling, well, you'll probably have to wait until another time... 'Cause I think you can, by now, gather just how unbelievably pleased I am... and happy... and... and... and just..

YAYYYYYYYYY.

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[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Um ... *pokes you* take a deep breath there, dear ... (you high? I don't normally ask that, but ... hmmm.)

Drama rehearsals? Lucky duck! My local theater shut down for the winter, so I have to wait until spring for that amazing feeling you get when you're in a play. *sighs* Then again, it'll be SHAKESPEARE in the spring, and a HISTORY (I've never done one of his histories before) at that, so I'm VERY excited about that ... Oh for a muse of fire and all ...

Oh yes, thank you very much indeed for your ... yay-tastic feedback! Glad to cheer you up! (Now, if only I could get cracking on the next bit ...)

[mawrrr.livejournal.com]

Riiight.

Whoops. No, wasn't high there but.. Hmm.. 4:44pm.. Ok, I wasn't sleep deprived either.. Soooo...

*shrug* Let's just say I was in a weird mood that day.. ^^

And yes, drama rehearsals! Nightmare Before Christmas. Tonight was the last night, but we did it yesterday and Thursday too. 'Twas fun, but tiring.

Annyyywhooo, don't worry about that next bit, there's no rush. 'Tis almost Christmas! You're allowed to take a ficcy break, no matter what you promised. ;)

Good luck with your thoughts m'dear!