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Mar. 24th, 2006
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Mar. 24th, 2006 05:39 pmI decided that a Live Journal might be a a nice added venue to post my Highlander and Forever Knight fic. So first post, and stories to come very soon!
Broken Window
Mar. 24th, 2006 05:42 pmNotes & Disclaimers:
I woke up one morning with this story in my head, and I couldn't get it out of my thoughts. So I took a break from writing the final part of the "A Thing Called Forever" trilogy, to write it. This particular story really got to me emotionally, so it's from the heart, so to speak.
All Highlander characters (Methos, Duncan, Gina) belong to their PTBs. Triona, Stephanie and other original characters belong to my fellow Bloodties creators and me.
And last, but most certainly not least: Thanks for reading! And if you liked this story, please let me know if you would. I love getting mail, and feedback is a rare commodity these days! Thanks!
I'd give this a rating of PG13
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Broken Window
c. 2006
She leaned tiredly against the wall of the corridor, rubbing her eyes as she waited for the dizzy spell to pass. It wasn't even noon yet, but she felt like she'd been awake for days. Which, technically, was true. A handful of fifteen-minute blocks of sleep a night didn't really qualify as a good night's sleep by anyone's definition.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked, making her jump.
Putting her glasses back on, she opened her eyes, blinking a few times. There was a man looking at her with concern -- a young, very good looking man with dark hazel eyes. 'If only I were twenty years younger,' she thought with an internal sigh. 'Don't be silly,' she chided herself, 'even thirty years younger, he would never have given you a second look, or even a first one for that matter.' Men like him never did. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself away from the wall. "I'm fine, thank you. Just... you know when you get up too fast, and you feel a little off balance?" He nodded. "That's all it was."
"Except you didn't just get up," he pointed out helpfully.
( Read more... )
I woke up one morning with this story in my head, and I couldn't get it out of my thoughts. So I took a break from writing the final part of the "A Thing Called Forever" trilogy, to write it. This particular story really got to me emotionally, so it's from the heart, so to speak.
All Highlander characters (Methos, Duncan, Gina) belong to their PTBs. Triona, Stephanie and other original characters belong to my fellow Bloodties creators and me.
And last, but most certainly not least: Thanks for reading! And if you liked this story, please let me know if you would. I love getting mail, and feedback is a rare commodity these days! Thanks!
I'd give this a rating of PG13
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Broken Window
c. 2006
She leaned tiredly against the wall of the corridor, rubbing her eyes as she waited for the dizzy spell to pass. It wasn't even noon yet, but she felt like she'd been awake for days. Which, technically, was true. A handful of fifteen-minute blocks of sleep a night didn't really qualify as a good night's sleep by anyone's definition.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked, making her jump.
Putting her glasses back on, she opened her eyes, blinking a few times. There was a man looking at her with concern -- a young, very good looking man with dark hazel eyes. 'If only I were twenty years younger,' she thought with an internal sigh. 'Don't be silly,' she chided herself, 'even thirty years younger, he would never have given you a second look, or even a first one for that matter.' Men like him never did. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself away from the wall. "I'm fine, thank you. Just... you know when you get up too fast, and you feel a little off balance?" He nodded. "That's all it was."
"Except you didn't just get up," he pointed out helpfully.
( Read more... )
Broken Window
Mar. 24th, 2006 05:42 pmNotes & Disclaimers:
I woke up one morning with this story in my head, and I couldn't get it out of my thoughts. So I took a break from writing the final part of the "A Thing Called Forever" trilogy, to write it. This particular story really got to me emotionally, so it's from the heart, so to speak.
All Highlander characters (Methos, Duncan, Gina) belong to their PTBs. Triona, Stephanie and other original characters belong to my fellow Bloodties creators and me.
And last, but most certainly not least: Thanks for reading! And if you liked this story, please let me know if you would. I love getting mail, and feedback is a rare commodity these days! Thanks!
I'd give this a rating of PG13
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Broken Window
c. 2006
She leaned tiredly against the wall of the corridor, rubbing her eyes as she waited for the dizzy spell to pass. It wasn't even noon yet, but she felt like she'd been awake for days. Which, technically, was true. A handful of fifteen-minute blocks of sleep a night didn't really qualify as a good night's sleep by anyone's definition.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked, making her jump.
Putting her glasses back on, she opened her eyes, blinking a few times. There was a man looking at her with concern -- a young, very good looking man with dark hazel eyes. 'If only I were twenty years younger,' she thought with an internal sigh. 'Don't be silly,' she chided herself, 'even thirty years younger, he would never have given you a second look, or even a first one for that matter.' Men like him never did. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself away from the wall. "I'm fine, thank you. Just... you know when you get up too fast, and you feel a little off balance?" He nodded. "That's all it was."
"Except you didn't just get up," he pointed out helpfully.
( Read more... )
I woke up one morning with this story in my head, and I couldn't get it out of my thoughts. So I took a break from writing the final part of the "A Thing Called Forever" trilogy, to write it. This particular story really got to me emotionally, so it's from the heart, so to speak.
All Highlander characters (Methos, Duncan, Gina) belong to their PTBs. Triona, Stephanie and other original characters belong to my fellow Bloodties creators and me.
And last, but most certainly not least: Thanks for reading! And if you liked this story, please let me know if you would. I love getting mail, and feedback is a rare commodity these days! Thanks!
I'd give this a rating of PG13
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Broken Window
c. 2006
She leaned tiredly against the wall of the corridor, rubbing her eyes as she waited for the dizzy spell to pass. It wasn't even noon yet, but she felt like she'd been awake for days. Which, technically, was true. A handful of fifteen-minute blocks of sleep a night didn't really qualify as a good night's sleep by anyone's definition.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked, making her jump.
Putting her glasses back on, she opened her eyes, blinking a few times. There was a man looking at her with concern -- a young, very good looking man with dark hazel eyes. 'If only I were twenty years younger,' she thought with an internal sigh. 'Don't be silly,' she chided herself, 'even thirty years younger, he would never have given you a second look, or even a first one for that matter.' Men like him never did. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself away from the wall. "I'm fine, thank you. Just... you know when you get up too fast, and you feel a little off balance?" He nodded. "That's all it was."
"Except you didn't just get up," he pointed out helpfully.
( Read more... )
Broken Window
Mar. 24th, 2006 05:42 pmNotes & Disclaimers:
I woke up one morning with this story in my head, and I couldn't get it out of my thoughts. So I took a break from writing the final part of the "A Thing Called Forever" trilogy, to write it. This particular story really got to me emotionally, so it's from the heart, so to speak.
All Highlander characters (Methos, Duncan, Gina) belong to their PTBs. Triona, Stephanie and other original characters belong to my fellow Bloodties creators and me.
And last, but most certainly not least: Thanks for reading! And if you liked this story, please let me know if you would. I love getting mail, and feedback is a rare commodity these days! Thanks!
I'd give this a rating of PG13
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Broken Window
c. 2006
She leaned tiredly against the wall of the corridor, rubbing her eyes as she waited for the dizzy spell to pass. It wasn't even noon yet, but she felt like she'd been awake for days. Which, technically, was true. A handful of fifteen-minute blocks of sleep a night didn't really qualify as a good night's sleep by anyone's definition.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked, making her jump.
Putting her glasses back on, she opened her eyes, blinking a few times. There was a man looking at her with concern -- a young, very good looking man with dark hazel eyes. 'If only I were twenty years younger,' she thought with an internal sigh. 'Don't be silly,' she chided herself, 'even thirty years younger, he would never have given you a second look, or even a first one for that matter.' Men like him never did. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself away from the wall. "I'm fine, thank you. Just... you know when you get up too fast, and you feel a little off balance?" He nodded. "That's all it was."
"Except you didn't just get up," he pointed out helpfully.
( Read more... )
I woke up one morning with this story in my head, and I couldn't get it out of my thoughts. So I took a break from writing the final part of the "A Thing Called Forever" trilogy, to write it. This particular story really got to me emotionally, so it's from the heart, so to speak.
All Highlander characters (Methos, Duncan, Gina) belong to their PTBs. Triona, Stephanie and other original characters belong to my fellow Bloodties creators and me.
And last, but most certainly not least: Thanks for reading! And if you liked this story, please let me know if you would. I love getting mail, and feedback is a rare commodity these days! Thanks!
I'd give this a rating of PG13
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Broken Window
c. 2006
She leaned tiredly against the wall of the corridor, rubbing her eyes as she waited for the dizzy spell to pass. It wasn't even noon yet, but she felt like she'd been awake for days. Which, technically, was true. A handful of fifteen-minute blocks of sleep a night didn't really qualify as a good night's sleep by anyone's definition.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked, making her jump.
Putting her glasses back on, she opened her eyes, blinking a few times. There was a man looking at her with concern -- a young, very good looking man with dark hazel eyes. 'If only I were twenty years younger,' she thought with an internal sigh. 'Don't be silly,' she chided herself, 'even thirty years younger, he would never have given you a second look, or even a first one for that matter.' Men like him never did. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself away from the wall. "I'm fine, thank you. Just... you know when you get up too fast, and you feel a little off balance?" He nodded. "That's all it was."
"Except you didn't just get up," he pointed out helpfully.
( Read more... )