FILL: Find Her (Jack/Miranda) 1/?
anonymous
August 10 2015, 22:34:14 UTC
When I started to write this story it was just a straightforward post-war fic, but every scene and every detail sprung new material, dating back to pre-Mass Effect times. In the end, there are enough materials for three more stories that would take place BEFORE this one.
However, I wanted to finish this one first and I would hate to have this sitting in my drawer for ages until I write the others, so I present it to you with this caveat. If there is demand for the rest of the story, based on this, I might start writing the rest of it (this time, in chronological order).
Chapter One“Son of a bitch!” Jack exclaimed as the field medic popped her shoulder back into its socket with a swift, and in Jack’s opinion, unnecessarily painful move. “
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Re: FILL: Find Her (Jack/Miranda) 2/?
anonymous
August 10 2015, 22:35:27 UTC
“Jack?” said a familiar sounding voice, but the pitch was all wrong. Jack snapped her head towards the newcomer, starting to flash a cocky grin that quickly froze. Miranda either went back in time and changed her hairstyle or- “You must be Oriana,” she managed to press out after a few heartbeats. Speaking of which, she was pretty sure her heart skipped a few. When she thought she was Miranda, it was anticipation, but after realizing it was her sister, a feeling of dread made her pulse rise. “Uh, I haven’t seen Miranda,” she said nonchalantly, trying to chase away the bad feeling.
Oriana was wearing the Crucible Science Staff uniform, and looked out of place with her clean and tidy look, without a speck of dirt or rip on her outfit. Not to mention her almost eerie looks. Not as pale as her sister, and with a more conventional hairdo, but undeniably related. So this is how she looked like sixteen years ago, she mused, forgetting all the implications for a second
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Re: FILL: Find Her (Jack/Miranda) 3/?
anonymous
August 10 2015, 22:37:07 UTC
And now this vision of a younger, flawless version of Miranda was looking at her with a determination and pleading stare that Jack couldn’t ignore. She was not being impatient. She gave Jack time to process the information, but the sense of urgency was palpable
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OMG, this is great so far! Thank you so much. I love Jack's students yelling at her to go find her girlfriend. But seriously, don't leave me hanging!!! I need Jack and Oriana to find Miranda and get her to safety! ;_;
However, I wanted to finish this one first and I would hate to have this sitting in my drawer for ages until I write the others, so I present it to you with this caveat. If there is demand for the rest of the story, based on this, I might start writing the rest of it (this time, in chronological order).
I borrowed the names and a few characteristics of Jack’s students from mylordshesacactus’ wonderful Jack/Miranda story, “Priority”. Go read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2557067/chapters/5685149
Chapter One“Son of a bitch!” Jack exclaimed as the field medic popped her shoulder back into its socket with a swift, and in Jack’s opinion, unnecessarily painful move. “ ( ... )
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Jack snapped her head towards the newcomer, starting to flash a cocky grin that quickly froze. Miranda either went back in time and changed her hairstyle or-
“You must be Oriana,” she managed to press out after a few heartbeats. Speaking of which, she was pretty sure her heart skipped a few. When she thought she was Miranda, it was anticipation, but after realizing it was her sister, a feeling of dread made her pulse rise. “Uh, I haven’t seen Miranda,” she said nonchalantly, trying to chase away the bad feeling.
Oriana was wearing the Crucible Science Staff uniform, and looked out of place with her clean and tidy look, without a speck of dirt or rip on her outfit. Not to mention her almost eerie looks. Not as pale as her sister, and with a more conventional hairdo, but undeniably related. So this is how she looked like sixteen years ago, she mused, forgetting all the implications for a second ( ... )
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