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FIC: The Last Christmas Kiss 1/1 Fandom: SGA (Lorne/Sheppard, PG-13)

denyce36@yahoo.com — Fri, 26 Dec 2008 05:34:05 GMT

Title: The last Christmas Kiss
Author: Denyce
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Lorne/Sheppard
Rating: PG-13
Summary: John finally makes his move. This is kinda a sequel to Christmas Kisses a fic I wrote a couple of years ago. Note in CK the main pairing is Rodney/Ronon with a tail end hint of Lorne/Sheppard. This piece continues from that and can be read separately. Though if one was so inclined you can read it at the above link.
Word count: 1,200
Warning/spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine; no infringement on any rights is intended. This is not for profit & is intended only for enjoyment.

John downed half his drink in one gulp, only his fifth glass of eggnog—not that he was counting. Each one was more heavily spiked then the next. He paced anxiously, while he waited for Evan, his Second in Command, Major Lorne-- and that was part of the problem. He silently argued with himself, debating his wants and needs against the regulations and protocol. It didn’t matter how many glasses of alcohol-laced eggnog he had, he was still nervous. Realistically he knew he couldn’t change a lifetime engrained of the strict discipline within military life, nor the years of self-denial, over night. Even if he had to admit that things were different here in Atlantis.

It had been a year, it had been last Christmas when he had accidentally let it slip that he was interested. It had been all over a stupid kiss. A kiss all too similar to the one clutched in his palm as he pulled it out of his pocket.

An innocent kiss wrapped in red-foil, a chocolate Hershey's kiss. It amazed him that a small droplet of chocolate had instigated everything, leading Ronon to chasing and catching Rodney under a sprig of mistletoe. Only instead of receiving chocolate, or Christmas kisses like Lorne’s family had called them, which is where the whole confusion had begun, like Ronon had expected and intended when he cornered McKay, instead he received a traditional kiss. One he accepted.

Surprisingly, at least to John, less than a month later they were sharing quarters.

Though Ronon wasn’t the only one that had gotten confused or misdirected by the innocent Christmas kisses. John had as well when Lorne had turned in his reports that day and innocently offered John some Christmas kisses. Admittedly John was dumbfounded by Lorne’s casualness, though deep down he personally appreciated the open attitude. It was everything the military wasn’t, even on Atlantis. Thing was he didn’t instantly correct or turn Lorne down; instead he had confessed his own interest and muttered that if circumstances were different.

He didn’t even realize he had said it, until later, at the time he was too busy piecing together what Ronon was actually expecting under the mistletoe—chocolate, not kissing McKay. In the end, at least for Rodney and Ronon it had all turned out for the good. The only downfall was he had to learn to live with McKay’s I just got fucked grin, and Ronon’s pleased smirk.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t happy for them, he was, at least after he got use to it. It was just a reminder of what he didn’t have.

It didn’t help that a month later Lorne had blindsided him, blatantly reminding him of what he had said, and more importantly that Lorne had shared the sentiments. John was floored. Lorne he just stood there quietly waiting for John to say something, anything— it just hung in the air, suddenly awkward between them. More so because John couldn’t- wouldn’t deny what he had said, and yet still refused to say anything about how he felt now in return. What he did instead was walk away, just ignored that Lorne had said anything, or had even broached the subject. Afterwards he quietly though very deliberately avoided Lorne as much as possible.

Then one morning he came into his office to find Lorne’s request for a transfer back to Earth and the SGC. It pained him that he was the reason, not that Lorne said or indicted anything like that in his request, but John knew the truth. He probably should have granted Lorne’s request, anything to get things back to normal, or as normal as it ever was in the Pegasus galaxy, but he couldn’t do it. Even when John was avoiding Lorne, he was also all John thought about. To actually not have him here… it pained John in a way he couldn’t articulate. What he did do with the transfer was put it through the shredder. He also stopped avoiding Lorne. That was the beginning of the end.

It only got worse from there—worse in that the more time he spent with Lorne, the more he wanted him, and it wasn’t just for sex—though there was that. Though it had never been all about sex, he had his right hand for that. Maybe unlike other people for John celibacy was a consequence for life in the military. Where he had gone months and on occasion a few years for that matter without any sex other than his own skilled hands. These days, he still only had his hands, but his mind was preoccupied with Lorne more than he’d ever care to admit.

The requested transfer was the push he needed to take action. Downing the last of his eggnog—now he just had to be patient and wait… suddenly Lorne’s voice interrupted. “Colonel?”

Licking his lip clean, John turned around flustered. For a moment he just stared, then swallowed forcing himself to speak. “Major… Lorne, I mean Evan. Evan you don’t mind me calling you Evan, do you?”

Lorne’s brow rose in question, he was clearly baffled. “Sir?”

Not that John blamed him; he was the one who’d screwed things up, now he had to fix it, if he wanted to have Evan in his life, hopefully as more than his SiC. Though now that his moment of truth arrived he was tongue-tied.

Long moments passed and neither moved. He could see the expectation, the possible hope, but John still couldn’t form words. Then Lorne bowed his head, heaved a sigh, and shook his head as he started to turn and walk away.

John panicked when he saw Lorne’s back, “Ah… wait…” he immediately reached out and grabbed Evan’s arm forcing him to turn around.

He came willingly enough, but the frown John found on Lorne’s face made him let go. “I, ah hell…” again not finding the words, he opened his palm revealing a slightly disfigured red foiled kiss.

It took a moment before Evan saw the kiss then looked up at John, a question in his eyes.

John shrugged, “Sorry, I’m not too good at things like this. Should have you talk to Nancy…” Evan just stared. “Perhaps not… Look I,” John looked down at the sole kiss in his hand, and then pointed up above Evan’s head. “thought I’d cover the basics. I was kinda hoping for the traditional, or you know not…”

Evan followed his gaze up toward the hanging mistletoe then back to John who still held the kiss, back up to John. Smiling Evan reached up and gripped John’s shirt pulling John in as Evan moved closer. “You really do suck at this…”

Pleased, John grinned in return and leaned down to kiss Evan. John dropped the chocolate in his hand, using both hands to pull Evan even closer. His mouth opened invitingly, his tongue pushing in and brushing up against Evan’s tongue; together their tongues, slid, wet, and messy until they were breathless—still neither were willing to stop.

Absently while surrendering to Evan’s technique, John decided kissing the real Evan was definitely better than any fantasy.

FiN~~

FIC: Christmas Kisses 1/1 Fandom: SGA (Rodney/Ronon, PG-13)

denyce36@yahoo.com — Fri, 26 Dec 2008 05:28:40 GMT

Title: Christmas Kisses
Author: Denyce
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Rodney/Ronon, Lorne/Sheppard pre-slash
Rating: FRT
Summary: Rodney reaps the benefits when Lorne and John accidentally misinform Ronon about Christmas kisses.
Word count: 1,660
Warnings: NA
Disclaimer: Not mine; no infringement on any rights is intended. This is not for profit & is intended only for enjoyment.
Note: A very *big* & warm thank you to Densie for the beta :-) Originally posted on LJ back in 2006.

Blinking unseeingly Rodney automatically yells, “Excuse you!" as he staggers back a few paces after plowing head-on into a massive wall of flesh. Glancing up, he sees it’s Ronon who just returns the stare.

Instantly, Rodney crumbles under Ronon’s impressive glare. An immediate hand gesture follows a stoic though mumbled apology, “Right, sorry” Politely Rodney steps to Ronon’s right in order to pass him.

Not two steps and Ronon is still directly in front of him, blocking his way.

“What? Said I was sorry,” Rodney states the obvious, now more annoyed than sorry.

Ronon doesn’t move.

Rodney huffs, “Fine, fine.” Taking a deep breath then exhaling, Rodney looks up and this time is slightly more sincere as he apologizes. “I’m sorry, alright. Working, here, important things to do. Now if you don’t mind?” The last wasn’t a real question and he automatically moves to step around Ronon, but again Ronon moves with him, blocking his way.

Slight irritation is upgraded to genuinely pissed, as Rodney clamps his lips together and tries to scurry around Ronon. Each move he makes is quickly and effectively blocked.

Minutes pass, as they do nothing but dance around each other. Ronon not only blocks Rodney’s way to return to the lab, but he also blocks him from leaving in any direction.

Frustrated and angry, Rodney stops trying to get past Ronon. “This is ridiculous! Will you PLEASE move out of my way and let me pass?”

Smirking, Ronon only replies, “No.”

Flabbergasted, Rodney can only stare, trying and failing to process what Ronon says. Finally he mumbles, “Wh--what? Why?”

Grinning like he’s won a prize Ronon firmly states, “Christmas kisses.” At Rodney’s confusion, Ronon’s chin cinches indicting Rodney should look at the ceiling above his head.

Slowly Rodney follows Ronon’s gaze.

There, just above his head, hangs what looked like a sprig of mistletoe. Immediately, Rodney shakes his head, he can’t—doesn’t--mean . . . . Rodney’s mind spirals at the implication because he’s never thought this way, not of Ronon. Anyway, the man was . . . Words fail him as he glances from the mistletoe back to Ronon, back to the mistletoe back to Ronon. Ronon just stands there, grinning like an idiot, showing all of his teeth. The only thing missing was feathers, since Ronon resembled the proverbial cat that just swallowed the canary.

Ignoring the imaginary feathers, Rodney’s mind kicks back into gear, and concedes it must be a joke, one that is at either Ronon’s expense, his expense, or both of their expenses. The only thing he knows for sure is once he discovers who is the practical joker, he is going to make them pay. Swallowing several times just to ease his nerves and suddenly dry throat so he could speak, Rodney points up, shaking his finger and demands, “You know what that is . . . traditionally what it means on Earth?”

Nodding, Ronon’s smile only widens as he leans forward like he is going to share a cherished secret and confidently explains in a voice just above a whisper, “Mistletoe. On Earth you hang it so you can get Christmas kisses from whoever is standing underneath it.”

Rodney’s mouth opens then closes; he honestly didn’t expect Ronon to know. Then Ronon winks, almost laughing at Rodney’s expression. Flustered Rodney asks, “Where did . . . ?”

“Lorne. Their last mission on MR17. Parrish found some and they brought it back with them. After it was cleared, Parrish was going on and on about it and he explained the tradition, then Lorne shared some kisses.”

Nodding distractedly, Rodney asks, “What? You and . . . .Lorne?”

Ronon shrugs. “Yeah, but he was more interested in sharing the rest with Sheppard.”

Stunned, Rodney can only blink in shock as he thinks of Sheppard and Lorne, kissing under the mistletoe. Whatever happened to ‘don’t ask, don’t tell?’

“And now you want . . . From me?”

Solemnly Ronon nods.

At Ronon’s seriousness, Rodney starts to realize that maybe this isn’t a joke. His mind races at what Ronon has just proposed. The sudden realization that Ronon might be, if nothing else, somewhat attracted to him (for at least a few kisses) leaves his heart racing. Just the thought Ronon’s mouth over his, of long wet kisses from that large, wide, beautiful mouth, with a perfect set of pearly white teeth, a mouth that could most likely swallow him whole. The image slams into his consciousness, and he feels the tips of his ears burning, unable to stop his reaction. He knew without a doubt his face was flushed red.

Ronon crooks a questioning brow as Rodney starts to turn several shades of red.

“Sheppard said it was usually best to catch a person unknowingly. Otherwise the person you want might purposely avoid giving out kisses.”

“You told, um, discussed this with Colonel Sheppard?”

“He did seem kind of surprised, but said it didn’t matter either way because you were from Canada.” Confused, Ronon shrugs like what Sheppard had said really didn’t make sense to him.

“Right, and he didn’t . . . He didn’t share his own, or Lorne. No, he wouldn’t, would he? Usual US military bullshit; the whole thing can . . . well, it sucks. Especially if you were in the Colonel’s shoes,” Rodney glances down, trying to think of what to say, or do, for that matter. Biting his lip, bouncing on his toes he glances up at the mistletoe. “So, kisses?”

Enthusiastically Ronon nods and waits.

Both just stand there, grinning and staring at each other. Finally, Rodney realizes he’ll have to make the first move, and the thought that Ronon would wait, wouldn’t just take control, thrilled Rodney to no end. It just wasn’t something he expected.

Taking a step forward, standing on his toes, Rodney firmly grabs Ronon by the shirt and pulls his head down to a more manageable level.

Tentatively, Rodney’s lips hover over Ronon’s, breathing in his hot breath. His tongue peeks out to taste Ronon’s lower lip before moving a fraction of an inch closer, as he instinctively moves then proceeds to devour Ronon’s mouth.

Seconds later, Rodney is suspicious when he realizes Ronon hasn’t moved and hasn’t responded to his kiss. Hesitantly, Rodney starts to pull away, then abruptly he feels Ronon’s hands go around him then lift him. Suddenly, he is crushed against the wall of the corridor, leaving him with no questions that Ronon wants this as he bodily presses into Rodney and eagerly returns his kisses.

*~*~*~*

The chime for his office door rings. Pleased, John calls out, “Come in,” needing anything to distract himself from the paperwork on his desk.

Immediately Lorne steps in, smiling, “Sir, here you go. Last two mission reports.”

Glancing at the folders, John bites off a tad too sarcastically, “Gee, thanks, more paperwork.”

Lorne only laughs, and then asks, “Maybe a few Christmas kisses will cheer you up?”

Startled John looks up, then slowly stands self-consciously, “Huh?” A pause. “Ahm, Major--,” Nervously John’s hands move to his neck, trying to rub the tension away. “I know we’re close—friends, good friends, but still--” John shakes his head. It wasn’t a good--or rather a healthy--career choice. “--even in private, especially when the Daedalus is stationed here. It’s a bit risky, not to mention somewhat presumptuous.” Then, under his breath almost to himself he adds, trailing off, “maybe under different circumstances . . ..”

Pulling his hand out of his pocket, Lorne produces several red and green Hershey’s kisses. Blushing, Lorne just shrugs. “Sorry, sir . . . I meant Hershey’s kisses. My grandmother, she always called them Christmas kisses.”

John just stares at the foil-covered chocolate candy in Lorne’s hand. Gulping hard, he whispers, “Kisses, Christmas kisses?”

“Yes sir.” “I’m sorry, if….”

He never finishes as John raises his hand to stop him; his mouth hangs open, then slowly John asks, “Mistletoe? What exactly did you tell Ronon?”

Confused, Lorne just shakes his head, “Nothing. I mean I saw him at breakfast. David, Dr Parrish was telling him about the regular tradition on Earth when I came over to the table. Then he and Laura left when Ronon went to get seconds. When he got back, we didn’t really talk. It’s not like Ronon’s much of a talker, anyways. Especially when he’s eating.”

John nods at the accuracy, but he needs more to confirm what his gut already knows. “And the Christmas kisses, did you share any with Ronon?”

“A few, mentioned I was planning on sharing the rest with you.”

Staggered by the absurdity, John sits down and is instantly bombarded with image after image from earlier in the day. Of Ronon’s eagerness, a man on the hunt. Showing John the sprig of mistletoe he had gotten from Parrish. How he knew Rodney was the perfect candidate. Of his plan to capture Rodney to procure Christmas kisses. Now it all made sense—food, chocolate, of course Rodney was perfect. Everyone knew Rodney had hidden stashes of coffee and chocolate, why not *fucking* Christmas kisses. “Oh god, Rodney’s going to kill me--.you, us. Shit!”

Lorne just stands there, trying to comprehend everything that just happened and what didn’t happen. He isn’t sure about everything but something had happened with Ronon and Rodney—that Ronon had somehow confused mistletoe kisses with his chocolate Christmas kisses. But none of it matters when he can’t think past, just kept replaying John’s words, “we’re close—friends, good friends . . . maybe under different circumstances . . ..” But it was remembering John’s heated blush of embarrassed excitement that decides it for him.

So maybe right now isn’t the right time, but in the very near future he knows he is going to trade his grandmother’s Christmas kisses in for real mistletoe kisses—though he has a funny feeling John wasn’t gonna mind at all.

FiN~

FIC: Laundry SGA style, or... 1/1 Fandom: SGA (Lorne/Sheppard, PG-13)

denyce36@yahoo.com — Fri, 26 Dec 2008 05:10:22 GMT

Title: Laundry SGA style, or what I wrote to distract myself while waiting in-between cycles.
Author: Denyce
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Lorne/Sheppard pre-slash
Rating: PG-13 smidge of language.
Summary: Sheppard and Lorne discuss the merits laundry
Word count: 659
Warning/spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine; no infringement on any rights is intended. This is not for profit & is intended only for enjoyment.

“You know…” John huffed in annoyance as he pulled the last of his wet clothes from the washer and hauled them over to a dryer and started shoveling them in. “one would think they could have come up with something a little less standard.”

Lorne chuckled, “You mean, a little less labor intense?”

John dropped the lid, so it slammed shut. “Exactly!”

Evan watched his commander manually set the correct temperature then placed his palm on the panel that’d activate and start the machine; a machine that for all intended purposes operated the same as any standard machine in any Laundromat on Earth would—minus the coin factor.

Biting back his laughter Evan added, “You could have had someone else do it for you…sir.”

“Right, pulling rank to clean my delicates…yeah like that order would’ve gone over well.”

Evan turned and mockingly asked, “Your delicates?” Even as he said it he couldn’t help but take in the view before him. His commander leaning over another washer…unable to stop himself his eyes trailed down, then lingered. His CO was barefoot wearing only a pair of nearly see-through thin gray sweats that hung loose. Making it painfully obvious that his commander was going commando in sweats that barely stayed in place covering his ass.

Not that John noticed, concentrating heavily on his task to start another load of laundry, John only caught the Lorne’s playful tease and responded in kind. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, and just who on this base would willing want to wash their commanders jocks?”

Feeling the tingle of heat warm his cheeks, Evan whipped back around to his own basket warring with himself to focus on the task before him—folding. But his traitorous mouth wouldn’t shut up and before he could stop himself, Evan added, “I would have.”

John crocked a brow, “Really?” Then dripping with sarcastic innuendo jokingly asked, “Have a secret urge to wash my delicates, major?”

Evan didn’t need a mirror to know he had to be sporting a full blush. It wouldn’t have been so bad if John, the Colonel he silently reprimanded himself, weren’t less then three feet away. From under lashes Evan saw him just standing there, bare-chested, grinning like an idiot.

Dipping his head down, Evan tried to hide without actually hiding, busying himself with the task at hand. Still images flooded his mind. Fantasies and desires he had worked hard to keep at bay, at least while on the job. Fantasies he only allowed to sprang up in the wee hours of the night when he was alone—in his bunk.

Suddenly unable to answer Evan just fumbled with a shirt, worrying his lip, and tried to relax. To just smile, be nonchalant and shrug it off. Even he knew, his attempt was way off target. Thankfully, John didn’t seem to notice or get the drift.

Still playing, John added, “Kinky.” Then was suddenly next to him, a basket full of clean unfolded clothes in hand. “Ok now don’t let it stop you whenever you have an urge, to you know” John leaned in closer and whispered conspiracy, “to wash my delicates…” he pulled back and started toward the door, his voice lighter barely holding back his jovial laughter, “just come and collect ‘em, major… Anytime.”

The doors swished open, “Anytime at all.” Then he burst out laughing just as the doors closed behind him.

It was just guys being guys, he knew that. Learned long ago how far he could-should take an innuendo. It was the blowing out your ass bullshit. Of guys being guys. None of that mattered, he was too interested in John Sheppard. Not as his CO, or a friend, but as a man he wanted to fuck, and that was a problem—his problem.

Lowering his head Evan quickly busying himself with more folding, knowing full well that when he was done here, he was going to be taking a long—cold shower.

FiN~

Sending U lots! of Luv

denyce36@yahoo.com — Thu, 25 Dec 2008 17:33:35 GMT

or Happy Thursday :)

I’ll be heading out over to family in about an hour or so. Might be able to sneak on over there otherwise I'll pop on later tonight... To my flist, every one of you guys seriously makes my day, every day of the year... Lj isn't just my addiction/obsession, it actually host my other family

♥ out to everyone on my flist hoping you have a wonderful rockin day :)

Anybody here not on LJ slashing_lorne?

denyce36@yahoo.com — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 15:37:01 GMT

If so please lmk, I'd rather not exclude, or forget anyone here on IJ :)

Anyhoo 12 Days of Lorne is on. Yesterday sparked recs. You can check 'em out here: 12 Days of Lorne-Day 1

I will try to post links daily as they come in, or at least once I get the chnace after work--- but poke me if I miss one!

Let Lorne help you keep warm this winter ;)

Fandom overview/PIMP: Dark Angel

denyce36@yahoo.com — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 07:00:18 GMT

Dark Angel was a futurist/sc-fi/action-adventure show created by Terminator/Titanic famed director James Cameron and Charles H Eglee. The show initially aired in the United States and Canada for two seasons on Fox, from Oct 3, 2000 to May 3, 2002, before it was cancelled.

The overall premise—Season 1: A shadowy corner of the government, an institution known as Manticore, is working to create/breed the perfect soldier, using genetic material from animals. These experiments were done on children, who were designated numbers in place of names and tattooed on the back of the neck with a barcode for identification. Under Colonel Lydecker’s command, they are specifically trained and encouraged to use their special enhancements in order to be the perfect soldier.

In the winter of 2009, a unit of twelve children known as the model X5 series escaped. A few months later, the U.S. was attacked by terrorists using an electromagnetic pulse that destroyed the majority of the computer and communication systems throughout the United States, instantly throwing the country into third world status. This also enabled the escaped X5s to remain free, though they were continually on the run from Manticore.

Ten years later in 2019, we are introduced to Max ‘X5-452’ Guevara, one of the escaped 12. Now working as a bike messenger at Jam Pony and illegally squatting in an abandoned building, she keeps her identity/barcode hidden from her friends and fellow workers. Off the clock, and later when she leaves friends at Crash (a local bar and hangout for Jam Pony crew). Max is secretly searching for her brothers and sisters, the unit of escaped X5s she considers to be her siblings, whom she was separated from during the escape. To fund this endeavor, Max uses her abilities to steal from the rich. In one such venture, Max meets Logan Cale in the middle of procuring a statue. Max makes her escape, and in doing so, unintentionally shows Logan a few of her enhanced abilities. Shortly afterwards, Logan tracks down and contacts Max with hopes to recruit her to his cause—Logan is Eyes Only, a renegade journalist who secretly fights injustices. As Eyes Only, Logan hijacks airwaves to broadcast his messages about the wrong doings of the government. Initially Max wants nothing to do with Logan or his cause, and turns him down. Afterwards, during an incident where Max refused to help, Logan is caught in the crossfire and is injured, losing his ability to walk. Feeling guilty, Max offers her services. They strike a deal and work together—covertly Max takes assignments for Eyes Only, while Logan uses his expansive contacts to try and find info on her lost brothers/sisters.

Throughout season one, we have the cat/mouse play of Max and Manticore, and a slow build of attraction between Max and Logan.

Season 1 cast:

Max

Max (X5-452)—the central character of Dark Angel. She’s an X5, designed to be the perfect soldier She escaped Manticore, the institution that created her, as a child. She’s genetically enhanced with feline DNA giving her superior strength, speed, healing, reflexes, eyesight, hearing, agility, and intelligence, to name a few. It is also canon (& written in fandom) that about three times a year, because of her feline DNA cocktail, Max goes into heat.
S1 Max

S2 Max

Young Max played by Geneva Locke before she escaped Manticore, and as we see her in flashbacks.

Excerpt from S1E2 Heat: Max"Kendra was right. I am in heat, or something like that...all because they spiced up that genetic cocktail called me with a dash of feline DNA. So I can jump fifteen feet of razor wire and take out a 250-pound linebacker with my thumb and index finger, which makes me an awesome killing machine and a hoot at parties. But it also means that three times a year I'm climbing the walls, looking for some action".
Max’s Achilles heal is the inability to create enough serotonin. Without it she has seizures that leave her completely vulnerable. To get by she takes a food supplement with tryptophan, an amino acid that induces serotonin—without it she can die.
Excerpt from S1E3 Flushed:
Logan: It's pretty bad this time, huh?
Max: Every once in a while, I hit a rough patch. Usually the Tryptophan helps, but...these seizures are much stronger than usual.
Logan: Should I call a doctor?
Max: What are you going to tell him? That your genetically engineered friend has a design flaw in her brain chemistry?
Logan: That stuff really helps?
Max: Supplements the serotonin that my brain's supposed to make but doesn't. When the levels are low, I have a seizure. I'm supposed to be a revved-up girl. Truth is, I'm a lemon.

Logan Cale: (Eyes Only) played by Michael Weatherly.

As Eyes Only:

Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a Video Free America bulletin. The cable hack will last exactly sixty seconds. It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped, and it is the only free voice left in this city...
Logan is a white knight, using his skills in technology/computers to fight and expose corruption. In an incident where he is trying to save a witness, he is hit in the crossfire and loses the use of his legs. Though they have a rocky beginning, Logan and Max have immediate attraction/chemistry; sadly they only make googoo eyes at each other. *sigh*

Colonel Donald Michael Lydecker: played by John Savage

Col Lydecker in S1 is cold and methodical. During the escape, he orders his men to terminate any of the kids (X5s) who reach the perimeters. Later in the series, Lydecker’s character softens enough that by the end of S1, he switches sides and ends up helping Logan and Max.

Original Cindy: aka O.C. played by Valerie Rae Miller.

OC is Max’s best friend, and co-worker at Jam Pony.

In the later part of S1 and throughout S2 she and Max room together after OC discovers Max is a supersoldier. OC refers to herself in the third person, and is openly gay.

Normal: played by JC MacKenzie.

The dispatcher/manager/owner of Jam Pony Express, the courier service where Max works. Normal's real name is Reagan Ronald, but he is nicknamed Normal because his conservative persona clashes with everything around him (Jam Pony and the world at large). He’s an annoying button-down, workaholic. The show uses him as a source of comic/tension relief, and he uses phases like: “bip, bip, bip” to get people moving and back to work. One of my personal favorites is in S2 where Normal completely man-crushes on Alec, and, though it’s one-sided, Alec does use it to his advantage. Normal even calls Alec his golden boy *g*

Sketchy: : played by Richard Gunn.

Another Jam Pony worker/friend of Max’s. Throughout S2 Sketchy tries to freelance for a tabloid rag sheet trying to find and catch photos of mutant freaks. This became a problem for Max as several of those so-called mutant freaks were her friends, and could lead Manticore back to her doorstep.

Kendra: played by Jennifer Blanc.

A friend of Max’s and her roommate in S1.

Herbal: played by Alimi Ballard.

Another friend/co-worker at Jam Pony.

Zack: (X5-599) played by William Gregory Lee.

Leader of Max’s X5 unit, brother, and fellow escapee from Manticore; Zack led their escape back in 2009. Since then he has secretly kept tabs on his unit, keeping their locations secret from each other for safety— in case one was captured. Zack is deeply devoted and protective of his unit, and even gives his life in order to save Max.

Ben: (X5-493) played by Jensen Ackles.

One of the escaped children. He learned early on to deal with Manticore’s tactics in imaginative/creative ways that only manifested after they escaped. Years later he cracks and becomes a psychopath killer that Max tries to save. In the end she having to kill him.

Madam X aka Renfro: played by Nana Visitor.

Dr. Elizabeth Renfro works for Manticore & vies to take Lydecker’s position.

The 12 escapees: Max—X5-452 (played by Jessica Alba every episode), Zack—X5-599 (played by William Gregory Lee S1E6, 8, 9, 14, 20, 21, 22 S2E1, & E7—side note: actor played 3 seasons of Dante Cove’s Ambrosius Vallin), Ben—X5-493 (played by Jensen Ackles S1E17 deceased), Brin—X5-734 (played by Nicole Bilderback S1E8, 20, 21, 22), Tinga—X5 656 (played by: Lisa Ann Cabasa in S1E14, 20, 21, 22 deceased), Zane (unnamed actor S1E14), Syl (Nicki Aycox S1E22—side note: same actress played Meg Masters on Supernatural), Kit (Joshua Alba S1E22), Jonda (never shown as an adult), and Seth (from the book). The last 2 are unnamed characters.

Season 2-cast photo:

Season two, premise:
A shift is made and three arcs are created, losing a few cast members (notably Max’s first roommate/friend Kendra, & Herbal), while new cast members are added (White, Alec, & Joshua).
One: there is less focus on the post-apocalyptic world and more on Manticore’s freaks/anomalies of the week.
Two: Logan and Max's budding relationship is thwarted by Manticore, using a virus that literally keeps them physically apart (physical contact leads to painful death for Logan). Max is killed at the end of S1 by her younger clone, but is saved by Zack, who sacrificed himself to save Max. She is captured by Manticore and given Zack’s heart in order to live. They hold her prisoner, hoping to recondition and breed her. She escapes with Alec’s help (her breeding partner). Believing she would run to Eyes Only, Manticore allows the escape after infecting her with a virus that is designated to attack and kill Eyes Only - who happens to be Logan. While trying to get the antidote from Renfro, it is destroyed. Hence an entire season where Max/Logan have only lovelorn, longing looks—no touching involved. *sadness*
Three: IMHO a confusing arc that didn’t have the time/opportunity to be really fleshed out—but in a nutshell: an ancient cult (the familiars), one that Ames White is a part of. White is also a Manticore senior operative and the main villain of S2. Sandeman, the creator of X5s and the other anomalies/supersoldiers, was part of the cult but left to create Manticore. The cult is in search of 'the one'—we discover that it’s Max. She has no 'junk DNA' like the others, and Sandeman created a message to appear all over her body in tattoos, info that would destroy the cult. Like Manticore, they are constantly seeking Max.

S2 new cast members:
Alec: (X5-494) played by Jensen Ackles.

Clone/twin of Ben and trained as an assassin by Manticore. Helps and works with Max at Jam Pony. Jensen, via Dean Winchester of Supernatural, is what drew me to DA, where I fell hard for Alec.
Excerpt of how Alec got his name: scene S2E1 Designate This:
Max: You should have a name too.
X5-494: I told you, my designation's 494.
Max:Doesn't suit you. I'm gonna call you Alec.
X5-494: Alec?
Max: As in smart aleck.
X5-494: I can live with that.

Joshua (first): played by Kevin Durand.

Joshua was the first successful creation by Father aka Sandeman— meaning he has no bar code. Joshua’s DNA cocktail mix is largely canine, and once free from Manticore, he has to hide from humans. Reads the classics as father taught him, and loves to paint. Friends and formed familial ties with: Max, Alec Logan, and OC.

Ames White: played by Martin Cummins.

Ames takes over after Renfro’s death to ‘clean things up’ - to capture and destroy the escaped X5s, and all the other freaks/anomalies. Later we find out that he has his own agenda with the cult Familiars.

Asha Barlow: played by Ashly Scott.

Asha is part of S.I.W - a resistance group that is giving/receiving tips via Eyes Only to stop government corruption.

Sandeman (a shadowed figure): Broke away from the cult to start Manticore—created the anomalies/freaks and X series of supersoldiers.

By the season’s end the show was sitting on the bubble for possible cancellation. Fox showed it’s usual insight of starting a great show then messing with its familiar winning time slots and moving it. The result was low ratings combined with a change of format. To help in that endeavor James Cameron came in to direct the last episode. Hopes were high that it’d be renewed, and the season’s end of Freak Nation reflected that optimism. It wasn’t until after the episode aired, that they discovered they were cancelled in favor of Joss Whedon’s retooled pilot Firefly.

Excerpts: S2E21 Freak Nation:
Mole: Escape and evade. We divide up into teams, pick an azimuth, and go to ground.
Max: No, we stay here.
Mole: In a couple of hours, that perimeter will be completely locked down. Tanks, National Guard, every cop within a hundred miles.
Dix: We'll be digging our own grave, Max.
Luke: Mole's right. If we move now, they'll never be able to catch us all.
Max: Where are we gonna go? I can't stop anyone from leaving, but I'm through running and hiding and being afraid. I'm not gonna live my life like that anymore. Aren't you tired of living in darkness? Don't you want to feel the sun on your face? To have a place of your own where you can walk down the street without being afraid? They made us, and they trained us to be soldiers, to defend this country. It's time for them to face us and take responsibility, instead of trying to sweep us away like garbage. We were made in America and we're not going anywhere. So they call us freaks; who cares? Today I'm proud to be a freak. And today we're gonna make a stand, right here. Who's with me?

(Max raises her fist into the air. After a moment, Joshua does the same, followed by Logan and Alec. One by one, the others join in. Mole looks around.)
…….

(Days later)

Reporter: As dawn breaks on this, the third day of the siege at Terminal City, the situation is tense but unchanged. While several hundred transgenics remain barricaded inside the restricted area, police and National Guard stand an uneasy watch at the perimeter--each side seemingly waiting to see what the other will do next.

(On a rooftop inside Terminal City, a group watches as Joshua and a few other transgenics raise the flag he painted. Max and Logan, both wearing gloves, are holding hands.)

Logan (to Max): Now look what you've done.

(They give each other's hands a squeeze. Fade out as the flag flaps in the wind.)

TV tie-in books:
A prequel to the TV series: Dark Angel: Before The Dawn by Max Allan Collins
Continues where the series left off: Dark Angel: Skin Game by Max Allan Collins
Dark Angel: After the Dark by Max Allan Collins
& Dark Angel: The Eyes Only Dossier by D.A. Stern
Each of the books is still available through Amazon, as are the DVD’s for S1 & S2, here: Dark Angel on Amazon

The fandom: Thankfully is still going, but has trickled down since it’s been off the air—noticed by inactivity and dead links to older sites, though the fame/popularity of some of the main cast members has had a 6 degrees affect, where the fandom has had a surge of growth from new fans that just discover the show/fandom. People like me who, via Supernatural fandom (Jensen Ackle fan), discovered DA. Others are from NCIS (Michael Weatherly), and Jessica Alba’s growing fame from various movies.

I don’t know about DA’s heyday, but searching back through the fandom it does have a strong het genre. One that feels slightly torn between two groups: Max/Logan and Max/Alec, with a heavier slant of fanfic geared toward Alec/Max.

Now my preferred genre is slash, which is even smaller. The main pairing there is Alec/Logan. Though there have been break out fics of Alec/Ames, Alec/Joshua, lots of Alec/Sam (Sam Winchester from Supernatural), Alec/OMC and xovercharacters—catch the theme here? Alec seems to be DA’s little black dress, he goes with everyone ;)

Links…

Gen fic related comms (I listed only comms with recent posts ((at least within the last couple months)) except where noted):
jam_pony_fic
darkangelfic
x5_darkangel_x5
thefreaktimes last updated 11-17-07 but the links still work (main archive linked to a delicious acct)
crossover_news multiple fandom that includes DA crossovers
sn_crossovers Supernatural/Dark Angel crossovers
da_halloween Active, not just a seasonal comm
vigilantelove Max/Logan
max_alec Max_Alec
transgenesisMax/Alec
soldierfetish Logan/Alec
da_challenges

darkangel_icons
darkangelfans_

Off site, message boards/fanfic-archives
Born for War Alec/Max
Nuns With Pens
Gumbootmafia gen fic
The Conclave Ames White centric
A Broken World

Dark Angel 2019 Last updated 2-2008, nice pic--many I have used in this post.

Dark Angel Fic Archive older archive, last updated in 2003. Various pairings including some slash.
DA listings on FFN
Twisting the Hellmouth-Dark Angel pg Dark Angel crossovers with BtVS/AtS
Supernatural Twisted archive Dark Angel pg crossovers with Supernatural

Valjean's fic Alec/Max

Eyes Only Fan/reference site. No longer updated, but has nice resources-transcripts/screen caps etc..
Manticore screencaps for S1/S2

If I missed your fav comm please lmk/comment, & I’ll add, or if you catch this after my turn it’ll be saved in comments for future reference :)

Credit for caps/resources:
chelsea_icons (use a few samples)
Manticore
Dark Angel 2019
Wikipedia: Dark Angel_(TV_series)
IMDB: Dark Angel
newbieguide: Dark Angel by shopfront
Dark Angel Introduction by profshallowness

Awesomeness....

denyce36@yahoo.com — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 17:10:11 GMT

See more Jack Black videos at Funny or Die

Staying spoiler free!

denyce36@yahoo.com — Thu, 18 Sep 2008 16:14:33 GMT

Like everyone else who wants to be spoiler free, I'll be avoiding LJ--actually all my blogs ;)

Though I am excited for the show tonight I'm keeping things in perspective--or at least I'm trying. Focusing on little to zero expectation! I find when I don't have any expectations I enjoy whatever it is more.

Will say the piece I've been writing has made it easier as its occupied my head. It has lots of background world building going on, and it’s a bit out there *nods* Also, varkelton this time there's no question that it's dark & angsty, with a subject matter of suicide/assisted suicide it’s a given.

Going to slightly postpone Promises Kept (♥ that title, my SPN post S3. sublimatedangel knows the details, & will make sure I stay on track—when I’m done she's going to remix *eg*

By the end of the weekend I need to switch up gears & leave my futuristic piece for DA. I have a due date and need to finish up, arg! Might need to have a mini marathon to get back into that headspace.

And that's what's going on in my neighborhood ;)

OK going to finish breakfast then get my ass to work, much ♥

Inflammatory Breast Cancer

denyce36@yahoo.com — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 16:19:15 GMT

2 kinds of breast cancer--one without lumps, watch!

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Have no words (laughing too hard!) Crack with a capital C

denyce36@yahoo.com — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 05:02:58 GMT

adding to atlantisslash's pic spam with a few more of Lorne

denyce36@yahoo.com — Fri, 22 Aug 2008 15:06:00 GMT

Lorne's first appearance in SG1 S7 Enemy Mine

This is one of my favs, Lorne looking directly at Rodney, yum!

Radek, Lorne, & Cadwell

Radek/Lorne yes? I think so ;)

& why I LUV Lorne, its those expressions & dancing eyebrows, what’s not to ♥

SGA

denyce36@yahoo.com — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:50:50 GMT

I don't think its hit me yet...

da weekend, shingles...

denyce36@yahoo.com — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 17:53:06 GMT

Yeah believe I'm passed the contagious stage. Still looks like crap! Friday morning it was two small areas on my shoulder—ah, it expanded allover my shoulder almost going under my armpit, arg!! To my chest and the back of my neck at the hairline. It really explains a lot of the crappiness I was feeling last week--at least all the muscle shit I was feeling on my left side, from the shoulder/neck pain that I originally thought I had just bruised or slept on it wrong--NO! Still have some achy pain/burn, mostly under and down my arm. The rash itself still there, but its crusting over--can we ugggg! I'm also down to 9 pills a day (not counting ibuprofen for da pain issue--no he didn't give me anything for pain. Guess I didn't complain enough. Honestly was too concerned about my mother, and of infecting my brother/father.)

AnyhooI spent most of the time sleeping or watching TV--very little fandom stuff if any at all. Just couldn't focus to read, or write. Might have lost a new client *pout* as I cancelled at the last minute, and left her a message to call me back, to possibly reschedule but she hasn't. Though I need the money. If I loose her especially over a medical condition when I’m contagious (& she's a nurse, so she'd know all about shingles) well I won't be crying because she was/is a bit *crazycakes* & not in a good way.

Today, my last day to rest before heading back to the grind of work--I plan to write, & clean--at least finish my laundry--*glares at messy room*

OK back to writing…

denyce36@yahoo.com — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 00:49:05 GMT

Thank you's!!! Honestly I really appreciate the luv & support!!

So this morning, this rash (one that I noticed Wed nite was still there) showed Jeff--we both thought the same thing shingles, arg!!!

And yes, to my annoyance I do have shingles, thankfully it’s not everywhere. The breakout is mainly on my left shoulder, and the burn/ache (like I bruised the shit out of myself) is from my neck down my arm all the way to my left hand. The very bad is that it is highly contagious especially for any immunity-compromised people. Meaning my brother/roommate & dad. So after talking to dad, we're canceling the ~~garage~~ estate sale until the following weekend of Aug 23/24 since I can’t do any prep work this weekend & no one else wants to take it on by themselves.

Also I talked to mom, she’s ok as excepted, still concerned about her over extending herself, but nothing I wouldn’t do in her place—it’s just harder when I can’t.

OK since I just woke up from a long nap, nearly 3 hours, think I’ll go fix something to eat *nods*

Much ♥

a day of irony

denyce36@yahoo.com — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 15:34:47 GMT

Arg! Right know well its just hard... the good: yesterday & completely out of left field I received an early b-day/Xmas present from one of my clients, a pd round trip ticket/flight to CT in Oct. That's Oct 10th thru Oct 24th. I'll be taking a train from CT to Baltimore in-between for Wincon. So YES! Wincon! Underneath I'm *crazycakes* happy!

Later when I got home I got the news that earlier my cousin Marie passed away. She'd been struggling with pancreatic cancer since Feb, and has been in the hospital for the last couple of weeks. My mom flew back last week. Initially she didn't realize how bad (thought she’d be released)--me, I had a feeling she would be going back for a funeral.

Even though I was thinking that & even said that, when my mom called after she saw Marie-- she didn't think Marie would last the week. I didn't do well. Actually I just sunk & wallowed in depression—as in serious wallowing. It wasn't all about Marie, but a lot was-is. I don't think I've processed it all. Thing is I have a large family, over 27 first cousins, all but 2 are older than me. Marie was only 5 years older. As a kid that was a huge gap, but not so much as an adult. When I initially moved there, first living/working for my uncle Bobby that’s when Marie and I became friends—not cousins. We’d do things together movies/dinner etc... Bitch, moan, discuss, and stress over dating, bad dating. We bonded over thing like, brothers. We’d go on trips mainly outside of CT, like Newport RI. We toured the houses, laughed had fun & many grand delusions, ie that she could see herself walking down the stair case of the Marble house making a grand entrance—I laughed and flatly told her the only place I could see myself was in one the small service rooms downstairs polishing the silver.

She had crossed that line of a loved relative to a loved friend. Out of all of my cousins only her and Bernadette really crossed that line. Though after I moved away we kinda went back to just being cousins and didn’t keep in touch—at least not like I did/do with Bernadette. But it doesn’t exactly change the way I feel right now. Right now I’m remembering so much, too much—things I forgot.

Yesterday I lost more than a cousin I lost a good friend.

So if I’m a tad quiet… especially to those I’ve been calling rambling like crazy distracting myself ((& I really LUV! THANK YOU for that)) … I’m ok, or at least I will be…

Owie...

denyce36@yahoo.com — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 15:11:49 GMT

Think I have an ear infection as it's throbbing inside & out and can’t touch my earlobe without it hurting *pout* I'm kinda guessing the headaches I've been having have more to do with that than as I originally thought were a problem with my eyes. Now I have to figure out where to go, and how much its going to cost me.... *sigh* I'm one of the millions with no insurance and I don't believe my area has walk-in's like they do back east. Gonna try to find something that isn't hanging out waiting at county hospital ALL day because its not an emergency because unless its life/death situation, you wait forever, arg!

crashing...

denyce36@yahoo.com — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 07:00:11 GMT

Yikkes I really pigged out. I think it was more that I skipped lunch for sugar and in the last couple of hours I’ve been spasming. Actually I think it started when I was on the phone--ah sorry to those I was chatting with, blame the excessive rambling on da sugar high.

Seriously though I feel like a stuffed pig! Eating all day, though actually I didn’t, at least not all day. Breakfast was: coffee, cereal with strawberries. Lunch--well none. Instead, around 3:00 I had a bag (thankfully a small bag because its gone gone gone!) of peanut brittle. Then later bought a small 4 oz of Haagen-Dazs, dulce de leche--my newest addiction. Thankfully I only get the small 4 oz vs. the larger. That and I try NOT to shop at that particular grocery store. Though logically I can get it anywhere I seem to only actually buy it there. Then I came home and ate said ice cream, then started cooking dinner. Yes, I actually cooked. Dinner consisted of barbecue ribs, corn, a small baked potato, and a small salad--again ALL gone. The final twist was opening & eating ALL the newly purchased Smart Alecs *eg* had a fandom spaz in the grocery store and had to have them.

Only thing is now I have this headache, and my eyes are killing me as I’m crashing...............hopefully I can sleep it off, nitenite!

ME, cranky b*tch... only saving grace Fastlane

denyce36@yahoo.com — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 15:17:00 GMT

Heat wave is on *pout* & back in the triple digits. Yesterday was 106, news had said 103, but it was really 106; today the news actually said 106, so add a few degrees. It's always hotter than whatever they list. The bitch of it is that its going to be that way all week *pout* & without AC trying to sleep equals-- me cranky B*tch!

Also means I'm kinda useless, and have a difficult time doing anything at all--sadly this includes reading/writing.

I did make it through yesterday with the blisters (didn't even pop 'em til I went to bed). I took my clients advice she's a nurse. Weirdly she even yelled at me for not calling her to have her pick me up--a nice thought, but like I'd call a client *shakes-head* Anyhoo she told me to go ahead & pop 'em with a sterile needle & squeeze out the water, but not until I was going to bed and to not pull or break the skin, but rather push the skin down--use it like a mole as varkelton I get that it'd heal faster. Anyhoo I did, only 2 are sore and still have me walking carefully.

I'd bitch about going to work, but the sad fact is it'll be cooler at work rather than me staying home--clients have & use AC. I actually do have AC a small box, but it works like shit. It's one of those that you might feel if I climbed up stood in front of it NAKID that I might feel it. IMO just a waste of $$ BUT since its suppose to be hot hot all week, we decided to try & use it at night. Thing is my place is shaded. Closed up in the morning it does actually stay cool for a while, more than half the day. But since the temps are weird in that the temperature doesn't go down after 4-5 o'clock and in fact continues to rise--that at 10-11 o'clock at night its still in the mid/upper 90's is what is killing me, and creates a heated box. We also don't have a cross breeze as the apartment behind us blocks anything we could have gotten. Meaning its only Tuesday and already I'm a tired cranky bitch!

Other news...

I finally started, or at least watched the first episode of Poltergeist: The Legacy... ok still not sure how long that first episode was, but the first half dragged on forever BORING! Martin as Nick was cute visually though I care for his haircut, but as interesting characters *shakes head* that I'm not so sure about. poisontaster does it get any better, or do I need to watch this with you to get through it? The demon stuff was kinda interesting, and I was surprised there was nudity--oh & that Sandrine who played LiAnn from OaT had a brief part & though it was nice she was part of the priest's sin I was hoping his sin was Nick ;-P Guess will try to keep watching as I'd love to possibly see Nick/Dean (Martin/Jensen)--just *pretty!*

Fastlane dvds are out today *dances* Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Fastlane/SGA dvds will both be in my hot little hands later today & that's just awesome!!!

OK, must go eat something and get ready for the day.......

Da weekend...

denyce36@yahoo.com — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 03:56:17 GMT

Was fabulous! Had a b-day slumper/slasher party thang that rocked! I contributed introduced jell-o shots; it was a hit ;-)

Really had a good time all the way up until the end—one, it ended. Two, I unexpectedly had to walk home from Bart. Two miles in wedge heels, carrying shit (at least I didn’t have my lap top) let me just say OUCH!! Shoes are--well trashed! My feet, survived--sorta, but I have lots of blisters. So my question to my wonderful flist is should I pop/drain them to heal faster, or leave them as is? No matter what I have to be on my feet this week, and its gonna hurt either way. At least tomorrow is only a half-day. Any advice? I've heard from 2 people, but they have opposite opinions. In the meantime I'll be off to bed in 5, as I didn't get much sleep last night.

Hope everyone is good/safe *Smooches*

Being Human rec

denyce36@yahoo.com — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 15:59:02 GMT

Ha so sparky77 did one of my prompts for Being Human over on smallfandomfest & seriously killed it. So go & read this wonderful beautiful in character/introspective piece on Annie, Mitchell/George--really its a lovely read, go enjoy & send fb *nods*

Self-Empowerment for the Modern Ghost

random...

denyce36@yahoo.com — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 21:32:27 GMT

Being pulled away from 'Of Bastard Saints' & damn! its So good--why? Because Michelle is in town (sister like person--the one that everyone asks implies '& why aren't you more like her?....' including her, yet I do like/love her, miss her haven't seen her in over 2 years. I just hate the feeling of, or being the center focus of what I'm not doing right etc... Anhoo I'll probably b*tch about it later, or not..

What's new...

denyce36@yahoo.com — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 20:06:24 GMT

So last week was a crunch of finishing my SPN piece, & yeah done & posted--though sublimatedangel will polish beta before it goes to archive. Amazingly I had started on my j2_spn_100days piece that's not due until Aug. Already hit the minimum word count, and it's porn *eg*

Then Monday hit, not a good day. Lost 2 clients, same family 2 households, both on Mondays. I'm still reeling from the shock of it—Al/Diana were my oldest clients. It really hurts financially. It also scares the shit out of me, as there is a good chance I'll lose more clients due to the economy. But I’m trying, trying to be positive!, that even in a tough economy that there are people out there who still 1) have money & 2) willing to hire/want a housekeeper.

Anyhoo, my previous budget is getting modified into an even more stringent budget—ATM this includes:

Visiting with friends on the weekends-- will still happen when I can, but no more driving, it’ll have to be public transit.
Zero shopping!
Plan meals! (Seriously this is one of my down falls, as I shop way too much at TJ’s, Smart & Final, & Costco/Sam’s) And have you noticed that one can buy really cheap, but that cheap usually means fattening/unhealthy foods. That fresh fruit, vegetables, meats are way more expensive than zap frozen foods—a route that I don’t need to follow. Oh yeah so if anyone has healthy, inexpensive/delicious meals/recipes—or easy meal plans to share please lmk ;-)

Wincon---Though I already paid registration for winchestercon, I may still have to bow out. I’m giving it until the end of July to fill in the extra spots I have—if I do & I can get a flight for under $500 then it’s a go, if not I’ll have to pass. If I do go I’ll only be adding 2 extra days to visit family instead of my original plan of 2 weeks. I seriously hate! being poor *pout*

Other than that, I’m good, surviving, happy to have the computer/on-line/RL friends, & fandom! So today, I’m going write, maybe catch up on a show or 2.

*Smooshes* flist with additional mega luv to
novascotiasam, obsessedmuch, & coniraya

Follows along...

As a 1930s wife, I am
Very Poor (Failure)

Take the test!

fastlane rec

denyce36@yahoo.com — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 01:26:23 GMT

A lovelly slash piece written by my winning Ho from Sweet Charity, go check it out & send her FB--fastlane Yeah!

Rebound by kaethe

third day...

denyce36@yahoo.com — Mon, 26 May 2008 20:36:25 GMT

*Pout* last day off before back to work...

What I did, sadly not much, it was/has been nothing but me being lazy! Friday I did get home early & got all my laundry done... but then I folded & lost ALL momentum—meaning my room is still a pigsty. I was just SO tired. Actually went to bed early as like around 10ish Friday night & slept in until 10 Saturday morning---that's ten o'clock people--can't tell you when I did that last. Then I did a smidge of work writing--then we went to the movies & saw Raiders. So yeah I did see it. It was ok, for me slightly disappointing, kinda felt National Treasures did it better. The chemistry between Indy & his son, for me just wasn't there, & Karen's character just seemed OOC from her original role--more of just the actress too happy to be working again--I mean the way she kept smiling, it was just off for me. I didn't hate it or anything just wasn't hyped like I was on the originals *shrugs*

Came home & did nothing for an hour or so then get this after all that sleep took a 3 hour nap—just weird getting ALL this sleep, guess I needed it or something. Sunday I started writing then ended up watching SPN S1 homework for the fic that's due. Anyhoo said fic just made it to 1000 words, though its not finished, close--hoping to send to beta tonight. I know I'm cutting it close-- & *bad* me already signed up for another fic for smallfandomfest have a 3some prompt for OaT, a good excuse to rewrite a piece I never finished.

Now that leaves today—which is going over to mom’s for baroque. Though not going to stay long as I noticed I have a rash—actually I noticed a little of it last night, but thought it was me being overly sensitive with plastic-- too much time on the computer cause it was my fingers & forearm. But this morning I noticed it’s also on my thighs/stomach & still slightly visible on my forearm—can I say HOW much I hate my weird skin/system *grits teeth*

Oh well better shower/change & get moving so I can get back *hopefully* about 5-6 to chill ;-)

tis hottttttttt!!

denyce36@yahoo.com — Thu, 15 May 2008 15:28:09 GMT

Its 82 friggin degrees & its just after 8... its gonna be {{hot!}} people-- & let me tell you I'm gonna go ballistic if people expect me to work & don't have the ac on--with triple digits, I don't think so.

I was such a zombie last night, & had a hard time sleeping then getting up this morning--Arg!!

The only good thing today-- is SPN tonight, Dean's time is up tick tock tick tock...

I'm probably in the minority, but I'm not freaked or anything—reasons: 1) *YEAH!* we already know its back for a 4th season & starts back up again fairly early this fall Sept 4th 2) Then lots of Big-Bangs are due right around the corner that I'm looking forward to... if the fandom wasn’t as big, didn’t produce tons of fic in almost every genre ( including creating new ones), or if we didn't know it was back, yeah then I'd be freaking. As it is I'm just enjoying the ride ;-)

Duffy = awesome!! Her cd came out Tuesday, will pick up either today or tomorrow *nods* OK I'm off wherever you are try & stay cool *smooches*