TILL I AM MYSELF AGAIN, Chapter 10/10

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The next few days are bright and warm, suffused with a lazy contentment that seems all the more precious because of how hard it’s been to achieve.  Of course, it’s not entirely smooth sailing - for one thing, they establish pretty conclusively that one room ( Read more... )

I think I needed a break Till I Am Myself Again...it being relatively angsty and also, the longest piece of fiction I've ever written - both in terms of word count and time spent. This, however, isn't. (Long, that is. Or angsty.) It's short, and and fluffy, and might even be songfic, sort of. (help!) Anyway, I hope it doesn’t come across TOO sickly ( Read more... )

TILL I AM MYSELF AGAIN, Chapter 9/?

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She’s back in the basement, hanging by her wrists, choking on her gag, tasting tears and blood and bitter helplessness…and the worst thing about it is that it feels so familiar. Even in the dream, she knows it’s happened before, and that time she was lucky ( Read more... )

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TILL I AM MYSELF AGAIN, Chapter 8/?

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Wow, Alex thinks, later. She’s so much like Bobby. How was I not expecting that? He takes after his mother, and I never really knew it until now.

Frances Goren is rail-thin, abrupt and nervous, just as Bobby described her. But she also has her son’s dark eyes ( Read more... )

“It’s my mother.”

Yikes, Alex thinks, pulling the sheet up over herself. Then she feels silly - Frances Goren can’t see them, after all.

Bobby’s lip twitches, and she waves a hand at him, embarrassed, as the phone buzzes again.

“Don’t you think you’d better get that?”

“Right.”  He sits up straighter and takes a deep breath, ( Read more... )

I suppose this is really a post-ep for “The War At Home”…but it was inspired by two things in “Privilege”: the way Eames couldn’t look Ross or Goren in the eye when Goren was telling the boss that everything was fine…and the final party-crashing scene with Eames in her pretty black dress.

I’m hoping that now that I’ve written it, my brain will be ( Read more... )

TILL I AM MYSELF AGAIN, Chapter Six (Part Three)

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Slowly coming back to awareness, Alex realizes she’s taking deep, gasping breaths, as though she hasn’t filled her lungs properly in months, and she can feel her heart beating hard and fast all the way down to her toes. Bobby has collapsed across her body, his ( Read more... )

TILL I AM MYSELF AGAIN, Chapter Six (Part Two)

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The words hang between them for a heartbeat, then another.

“Really?” he says, sounding like he has something caught in his throat.

Two years, she thinks distantly. Two years they’ve been together, and they’ve never spoken the word love to each other. ( Read more... )

TILL I AM MYSELF AGAIN, Chapter Six (Part One)

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She sleeps through the night deep and dreamlessly, coming slowly awake to bright sunlight streaming through the window. Bobby is sitting up beside her in bed, reading. When she stirs, stretching carefully, he looks over at her and smiles slightly.

“Good ( Read more... )

TILL I AM MYSELF AGAIN, Chapter Five (Part Three)

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Off her questioning look, he makes a helpless gesture. “Almost every time I’ve ever deviated from that pattern…every time I’ve let something from one compartment bleed into one of the others…bad things have happened. People…get hurt.”

He raises suddenly haunted ( Read more... )