Fic: The Road Home

Feb 23, 2011 14:57

[A/N: No idea where this came from. Probably nostalgia while reading old entries, the desire to write for Thirteen again, my personal favorite Cameron's recent activity, and my lack of anything to do at work. Remy's main 'verse, with rileyadams, but based on the whole "Thirteen's going to Thailand" thing. And in a way, it's to set up Thirteen heading back ( Read more... )

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geneticgifts February 23 2011, 20:33:56 UTC
Ah, they're so lovely.

(I still kinda want the couples weekend in Italy to happen <3)

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Pt 1 rileyadams February 23 2011, 23:32:29 UTC
Two years is a long fucking time. For some animals, insects, its an entire lifetime. For turtles, big, huge ancient turtles it’s a blink of an eye. A spec of sand in the huge hourglass of their life. Those turtles, the big ones with the thick shells that children can ride on if they were so inclined, live for hundred and hundreds of years. Riley Adams doesn’t want to live for hundreds and hundreds of years. Throughout the universe there is an infinite number of possibilities, within the span of her life time and this planet she figures that there are a few number of possibilities and even fewer still of possibilities she’s interested in. Like, say, travel half way across the world to Thailand ( ... )

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pt 2 rileyadams February 23 2011, 23:33:37 UTC
What does a former CSI do half way across the world while her girlfriend heals the sick and raises the dead? Well, for a good number of weeks she was as sick as a dog, that took up a whole lot of time, or it seemed to anyway. When you’re sick you can’t remember a day you weren’t sick, same with when you’re hurting. That cleared up and so did her attitude about being there, it took awhile but some things don’t come easy. Some things you make come easy because you’re doing it for the person that you love. You learn the language, and how to catch and clean fish, you learn how to kill pretty much any sort of animal you might be able to cook and eat. Because that’s what everyone else does and Riley has never been squeamish about blood. You learn how to climb trees and you learn how to travel long, long distances in order to get to any sort of civilization and you learn how to help your girlfriend who shakes some times and has a real issue with mosquito netting.

Riley had a room mate in college that soooo wanted to just, you know, ( ... )

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ooc 13x_forever February 24 2011, 14:41:06 UTC
I squeed.

At work.

One cube over, the very nice lady looked at me and asked me if I was alright.

Much love for this fic response. These two are my ultimate OTP.

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Re: ooc rileyadams February 24 2011, 14:43:29 UTC
:D this pleases me greatly. I miss these two, I am happy to drag Riley's dusty ass off the shelf for your Remy.

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Re: ooc 13x_forever February 24 2011, 14:48:49 UTC
And Remy is happy to clean off that dusty ass. ;)

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