Title: When it Rains
Author: Sleepykraken
Characters:Kevin and Scotty, peripheral Walkers.
Rating: G
Summary: Bad news: when it rains, it pours.
Timeline: twenty years post season five.
Disclaimer: Just playing in the sandbox. I'll put my toys back when I've finished with them.
AN: Future fic. This is first in a collection of stories about Scotty and ( Read more... )

         Are you sure you’re ready to go back?” Scotty asked nervously as he fiddled with his wedding ring.

“I’m fine. The doctor cleared me, remember?”

“Only after you went on and on about working for a US Senator. He wanted you to stay home for a few more days.”

“Scotty, as long as I don’t get into any fistfights ( Read more... )

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Hey there everyone,
 I'm still working on 'Convalescence' and I might be able to finish it in the next few days, but if not, it could be awhile. I'll be falling off the face of the earth in a few days (aka moving halfway across the country) so that will keep me pretty busy. Also, I'll have less time to write when I get out there; I have a feeling my ( Read more... )

            It would be good to be home. Scotty had barely left the hospital since they had arrived several days before after Tommy had called his husband in a near panic. Most of that time he had been in a near panic himself, although he had tried his best to hide it. But Kevin and Elizabeth had made it through surgery just fine, and now his ( Read more... )

            “We actually got a call early this morning. A journalist with the Times wants to interview you.”

“Kitty is my communications director. Requests for interviews should go though her.”

“I know, Senator, but this journalist was very…persistent. I went ahead and scheduled the interview for this afternoon.”

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            On more than one occasion he had come home to find Scotty at the kitchen counter standing in front of the peanut butter jar with a spoon. He’d be staring into space, the cutlery drawer open next to him. In perfectly orchestrated movements he would take a spoon from the drawer with his left hand, transfer it into the right, spoon some ( Read more... )

 
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