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Title: For God and Country and Heather Lisinski
Characters: Beck, Heather, OCs
Rating: PG
Chapters: 8/??
Disclaimer: No, still don't own Jericho...I'm just playing with the characters. I'll return them safe and sound.


A/N - There should now be another brief hiatus as I get the next part written.  I should be able to post the next chapter next week sometime.  I hope.  :)

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Heather wearily walked into her house that night. She was badly in need of a shower, food and sleep. She would get the shower immediately, but the food and sleep would have to wait.

Fifteen minutes later, Heather was snugly wrapped in her worn plaid flannel dressing gown and looking without much interest at her small stock of food. She was wondering if she should nibble on something while she was waiting for Jake and Emily to arrive, when there was a brisk rap at her door. She frowned.

She swung the door open without checking, saying "You're early - " the words dying on her lips as she stared at Beck and Anita standing on her doorstep.

"Expecting someone?" he asked, a slight edge to his voice.

"Jake and Emily are going to meet me here," Heather said distractedly. She hadn't seen him in three days, and she felt like a woman drinking water after dying of thirst in the desert.

"May we come in?" Anita asked pointedly, when neither Beck nor Heather made another move.

"Oh!" Heather started, looking fully at Anita for the first time. "Yes. Please, come in. What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to get something to eat before the strategy meeting," Beck said. "I ran into Anita on the way here," his face was stoic, but his eyes spoke volumes; he wasn't pleased about something. Heather only hoped it wasn't her.

"Jake and Emily will be here soon," Heather said, "and we're going to Bailey's for supper. You're welcome to join us. If you would let them in if they arrive, I'll go get dressed."

Beck nodded, his eyes flicking over her dressing gown. His eyes held amusement when he looked at her again.

"It was my grandfather's," she said defensively, and slightly raised her chin. Beck's eyes fell to her lips. Heather flushed as she remembered the last time she had stood her ground against him, and she abruptly turned away, flustered. "I'll just...go get dressed," she stammered and beat a hasty retreat to her bedroom.

As she closed the door, she heard Anita say, her voice light and amused, "Don't intimidate the poor child, Edward. She's obviously terrified of you."

Heather resisted the urge to fling herself back out to the livingroom and tell Anita just how unintimidated she really was. Heather stared at her reflection for a moment, fighting for calm, and then decided she needed all the confidence she could muster. She pulled out the prettiest spring dress in her closet and put it on. It was blue and flowered and flattered her figure while still being tasteful considering the circumstances. She fluffed her damp hair, trying to dry it, and combed it into place.

She strode to the bedroom door and opened it with a confident flourish, only to startle Beck and Anita out of a kiss. Heather gaped at them. Anita's arms were around Beck's neck with Beck's hands on her arms. They turned to look at her, Anita looking smug, and Beck looking...well, like Major Beck, cool and controlled, but with his eyes blazing with rage.

Heather felt something shrivel inside her while at the same time her own rage bloomed.

"Get a room," she snarled, "but not one in my house." She pushed past them to the door where she kept her shoes.

"I'm sorry, Heather," Anita purred. "We were just overwhelmed by our passion."

Heather turned from where she was slipping on her sandals and glared at Anita. "You have about as much passion as a kumquat," she snapped. She turned her glare on Beck. "That little demonstration was staged for my benefit. Message received, loud and clear. Let's go." And she flung the door open just as Jake was raising his hand to knock, startling him and Emily.

He looked from Heather's furious face to Beck's stoic one to Anita's flushed one, and followed the wisest course of action: he ignored the situation.

"Wow!" he said instead, "you look great!"

"You sure do," Emily echoed, quickly following Jake's lead.

"Absolutely," Beck added.

"Thank you, thank you," Heather said to Jake and Emily. "Shut up," she snapped at Beck. Jake and Emily stared. "Lock the door behind you," Heather added, storming out her door and to the street. She turned back sharply to glare at Beck. "Did you just laugh?" she asked ominously.

"No," he said hastily. "Clearing my throat." But his eyes were lit with an unholy amusement that made Heather want to punch him. Or kiss him senseless, damn him, she thought in irate disgust. She turned sharply to Jake and Emily.

"Let's go!"

Jake nodded, his eyes wide. "I've never seen you angry before," he said slowly, his tone awed. "It suits you."

Heather and Emily stared at him; Beck glared at him, and Anita looked bored.

"Well, thank you, I guess," Heather replied. "Could we go eat now? I'm starving." Heather winced at the phrase. If they didn't get back into the fields soon, they might all starve during the winter.

The walk to Bailey's was fast, due to Heather's rapid pace, but supper was surprisingly congenial. Heather's anger had cooled to controllable levels by the time they were eating burgers and fries, and while she didn't initiate conversation, she would respond when spoken to, even if she continually glared at Beck. Anita she ignored completely, which wasn't difficult, as Anita made no effort to speak with her.

"Jake's right," Emily said thoughtfully, when she and Heather were alone at the table, "anger looks good on you."

Heather glanced at Emily and then away. "Thanks."

"What happened?"

Heather glanced around. Beck and Jake were at the bar and Anita was waiting in line for the bathroom. Heather looked back at Emily. "They were kissing in my livingroom."

"NO!" Emily's screech made everyone within earshot pause and look at them.

Heather nodded, viciously biting into a French fry. "Oh, yes!"

"What did you say?" Emily asked, leaning closer while keeping an eye on the others' locations.

"I told them to get a room - but not in my house. Anita then told me they couldn't resist the passion they felt. Hah! That's a laugh! Believe me, Emily, I have kissed that man, and there wasn't nearly - "

"WHAT?!"

This screech caused everyone in the bar to look at them and caused Heather to wince. "What, what?"

"You kissed him?" Emily hissed in a whisper. "When? Why? You've been holding out on me, Heather!"

"When was the last time I saw you, Emily? I mean alone. As friends, and not as co-saviours of this town."

Emily had the grace to look embarrassed, not quite meeting Heather's eyes.

After a moment, Heather said gently, "I gave up on Jake a long time ago, Emily. I just wish you hadn't given up on me."

Emily's relief at the men returning to their seats bearing drinks was palpable.

"What was all that about?" Jake asked, searching their faces.

"I'll tell you later," Emily said, shooting a speaking look at him. Jake frowned and then nodded as Anita rejoined the table.

At the strategy meeting, Beck gave his report quickly and concisely. It wasn't as bad as Heather had feared, but it was still grim. For Jericho, six farms had lost outbuildings; three of them, including Old Mrs. Francis', had also lost their houses. Along with the west-end of town, that brought the total houses destroyed or damaged to twenty. New Bern had been hit even harder; twice as many houses damaged or destroyed both inside and outside of town, and the factory badly damaged.

"Most of the people affected in Jericho were living together to conserve on fuel and power during the winter," Heather told the group. "All of them have already gone back to houses owned by at least one of them, or have been given another house, all of which have been vacant until now. Some of those vacant houses need to be repaired as well, but so far, all identified repairs are minor, and we should be able to fix them using the salvaged materials. The farm families have either been bunked into vacant houses, or are with family living in town. So, the immediate problem of shelter is solved. Whether or not the houses that were destroyed are rebuilt is something the town will have to decide. We also have the six farms that need to be repaired or rebuilt. We can't afford to lose those farms."

"What do you suggest?" Gray asked.

"While salvage operations continue," Beck responded, "I'll take four of my men and start making the rounds of the trading posts. The trip would take us at least a week, possibly two. We'll see what deals we can set up for what's required. And we'll coordinate with Dale and his team for pickup and delivery of materials and payment."

Heather watched Beck's face as he spoke, and tried to control the worry she felt at the thought of him outside Jericho for up to two weeks. He was a soldier; he had an inherently dangerous job, and she understood and accepted that. But she still wanted to stand up and yell that he couldn't go, at least not without her. She clenched her hands into fists as she listened.

"We'll leave in three days." Beck continued. "That gives Heather and Anita time to coordinate information, and to give us an extensive list of what's needed. We'll use those days stock up for the trip, and to continue helping in the immediate aftermath."

Everyone murmured agreement, and Gray nodded sharply. "Fine," he said.

"There is still the planting to get done," Heather reminded them.

"I can be easily replaced in the field," Beck put in, "but we will need to re-evaluate how the work is going to get done."

"And we'll need to get another shipment of fuel - soon." Heather added.

The meeting broke up soon after, and with a murmured apology, Jake and Emily left Heather and went to speak with Eric. Heather glanced around, decided she wasn't needed any longer, and headed for the door. Hawkins and Darcy stopped her on her way out.

"How are you doing?" Hawkins asked, after greeting her with a genuine smile. "I know you've been busy - you've been working too hard - but it's been awhile since our last session. You should come by tomorrow evening, and I'll give you a refresher."

"Not to mention supper," Darcy added with an exasperated look at her husband. "The kids would love to see you."

Heather smiled at them. One of the most surprising – and welcome - developments to her was the genuine friendship and affection that had grown between her and the Hawkins family. "I would love that," she said.

"I'm not so sure," Beck quietly said behind her. He and Hawkins exchanged hard stares before Beck spoke again. "I haven't had time since I got back, but I would like to meet with you, Hawkins."

Hawkins glanced from Beck to Heather and back again, his expression never changing. "All right," he said. "Come find me tomorrow. I'm on clean-up duty."

Beck nodded once. "I'll do that," he said. He turned to Heather. "Come on, I'll walk you home."

"But - " Heather said, and turned her head in time to see Jake and Emily herding Anita out the door, talking the whole time. Heather bit back a laugh, because Anita didn't look like she even knew what they were doing. Her eyes met Beck's and she saw her amusement reflected in his eyes. She glanced away, only to meet Hawkins' and Darcy's interested gazes. She could feel the blush begin.

Heather said a hasty good-bye to the Hawkins and made a beeline for the door. Beck's hand on her shoulder startled her, and she spun around to stare at him.

"I just don't want to overtake them," Beck said quietly, glancing around. "Jake and Emily are doing me a favour; I don't want it to be for nothing."

Heather blinked at him, confused.

"I'll explain at your place," Beck said and gently put his hand to her back to guide her out the door.

Heather could feel his hand burning through the thin cotton of her dress. She vividly recalled their kisses in the storm cellar and how it felt to have nothing between her skin and his. She swallowed hard, and was grateful that it was now dark outside. He had deliberately kissed another woman in her house, she reminded herself.

At her house, she flicked on the lights as he closed the door, and then she turned to him.

"You could have just told me, you know," she burst out.

"Told you what?" Beck asked, frowning down at her.

"That you and Anita - that...that..." she trailed off at the look in his dark eyes.

"I don't play games, Heather," he said, his voice deadly calm and quiet. He stalked towards her and Heather found herself retreating into the livingroom. He loomed over her, dominating the space.

"I don't have time to play games," he continued. "If that's what I wanted to tell you, then that's what I would have said."

Heather swallowed. "Then why - " She stopped, her voice sounded so small, she thought with disgust. "Then why did you kiss her in my livingroom?"

"I didn't," he said simply. "She kissed me just as you opened the door. She's the one playing games, not me."

Heather blinked at him. "Then why didn't you say something?"

Beck sighed, and turned away from her to pace the livingroom. "Because I was just as shocked as you were. Because I didn't want to be cruel, and embarrass her by a thoughtless - and public - rejection. And because..." he paused and glanced at her from the corner of his eye, "you really are quite something when you're angry."

Heather gaped at him and then ducked her head to hide the unwilling smile that tugged at her lips.

"Are we...okay?" Beck asked, his tone seemed almost vulnerable, and it surprised her.

But Heather kept her head down, and hoped the shrug she gave was coolly nonchalant. "Sure," she said.

"I'm going to talk to Anita tomorrow, get things clear with her."

Heather nodded, still not looking at him.

He paced for a few moments in silence, then he exhaled heavily and turned to her. "And I want to get things clear with you."

She raised startled eyes to his. "There's nothing - "

'Yes, there is. We need to talk about what happened in the storm cellar."

"Now?"

"Now."

She stared at him for a long moment, and then sighed. "Okay," she said, and moved to the couch. "You may as well make yourself comfortable."

He sat on the armchair across from her, and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped loosely in front of him. He looked at her steadily.

"You never let me finish my apology."

Heather shook her head, dropping her gaze. "There's no need to apologize," she said softly.

"Well, I wish I felt the same way." He sighed. "Heather, you had told me about New Bern. I suspect that I was the first person you told. Am I right?"

Heather hesitated, then nodded.

"You were vulnerable - incredibly vulnerable, and confused, and I...it was a mistake."

"A mistake?" she repeated, "a mistake!"

"Yes, a mistake of -"

"Command to Major Beck."

With a muttered curse, Beck pulled his radio off his belt. "Beck here, over."

"We have an emergency situation. I've dispatched a jeep to your location, ETA less than five minutes."

Beck's gaze never left Heather's furious and hurt eyes. "Roger," he said. "I can hear him now. Over and out."

Beck replaced his radio. "I have to go," he sighed.

"I heard," Heather's voice was flat.

Beck strode to the door. "We'll continue this later."

"No," Heather said clearly, following him. "We won't. I don't think there's anything left for you to say."

"It - " There was a hammering on Heather's door. Beck gritted his teeth and opened it. "Give me a minute?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," the corporal nodded and ran back towards the jeep.

Beck turned back to Heather. "It was a mistake of timing," he said grimly, and then cupped Heather's face and kissed her. It was hard and quick, and left Heather surprised and shaking. He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. "We will continue this later," he said softly, and left her, walking rapidly towards the jeep.

Heather closed the door behind him in a daze, leaning against it for a long moment.

That night, for the first time in a long time, she had nothing but sweet dreams.

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nativefloridian
Nov. 13th, 2008 07:11 pm (UTC)
I *loved* this chapter
"I ran into Anita on the way here," his face was stoic, but his eyes spoke volumes; he wasn't pleased about something.

Hint #1

her voice light and amused, "Don't intimidate the poor child, Edward. She's obviously terrified of you."

[sarcasm] Yeah, that's how you win over the major. [/sarcasm]

Anita looking smug, and Beck looking...well, like Major Beck, cool and controlled, but with his eyes blazing with rage.


Hint #2

"Thank you, thank you," Heather said to Jake and Emily. "Shut up,"...
"No," he said hastily. "Clearing my throat." But his eyes were lit with an unholy amusement

*snicker*

"WHAT?!"

"When was the last time I saw you, Emily? I mean alone. As friends, and not as co-saviours of this town."

Good, maybe now Emily can help her think clearly.

That gives Heather and Anita time to coordinate information


This isn't going to be pretty.

see Jake and Emily herding Anita out the door, talking the whole time. Heather bit back a laugh, because Anita didn't look like she even knew what they were doing. Her eyes met Beck's and she saw her amusement reflected in his eyes.

*snicker*

"Because I was just as shocked as you were. Because I didn't want to be cruel, and embarrass her by a thoughtless - and public - rejection."

Wow, he's even a gentleman to the jealous woman trying to claim him. What a guy. Don't let this one get away, Heather.

And because..." he paused and glanced at her from the corner of his eye, "you really are quite something when you're angry."

Yeah, staring at you, pissed off, in a dress, rendered me speechless. Can we do it again sometime?

"It - " There was a hammering on Heather's door. Beck gritted his teeth and opened it. "Give me a minute?" he asked...."We will continue this later,"

He's a quick learner, no?
nativefloridian
Nov. 13th, 2008 07:29 pm (UTC)
Re: I *loved* this chapter
Upon rereading:

hint #3:

Anita's arms were around Beck's neck with Beck's hands on her arms.

Get off me!

"We'll leave in three days." Beck continued. "That gives Heather and Anita time to coordinate


and it gives me time to settle, um, certain personnel issues...not to mention my personal life.

and left her, walking rapidly towards the jeep.

Poor Beck, keeps being interrupted at all the worst times.
shirleyann66
Nov. 14th, 2008 02:42 pm (UTC)
Re: I *loved* this chapter
hint #3:

Yep, I think you caught all of them...

Poor Beck, keeps being interrupted at all the worst times.

I know...I feel for him, I really do. ;) You guys (you, Inanna, rubberbisquit) torture him in your ways; I do it in mine... LOL

shirleyann66
Nov. 14th, 2008 02:37 pm (UTC)
Re: I *loved* this chapter
Yay! Glad you loved this chapter!! :)

Yeah, staring at you, pissed off, in a dress, rendered me speechless. Can we do it again sometime?

I so-o-o-o-o need to get the season 2 DVDs - did he ever see Heather in a dress??? I think maybe once, but I need to rewatch to make sure. Darn! ;)

He's a quick learner, no?

Well, he is pretty bright. ;)

At one point, this chapter had him leaving without resolving anything, and then I thought "that makes no bloody sense; he's a man of action, and all it would take is 30 seconds to get his message across". LOL Unfortunately, that means I had to cut out some stuff, and now I need to do massive edits on the next section or two...oh, well!!

Speaking of...how is your next chapter going?? ;)

nativefloridian
Nov. 14th, 2008 07:52 pm (UTC)
Re: I *loved* this chapter
Hmmmm...the only time I remember Heather in a dress was Emily's dream wedding in season 1...gonna have to check to make sure, though.
rubberbisquit
Nov. 15th, 2008 01:28 am (UTC)
Re: I *loved* this chapter
That's the only time I remember her in a dress too. She's a total jeans type of girl so it def. means something when she wears a dress.
shirleyann66
Nov. 16th, 2008 06:14 pm (UTC)
Re: I *loved* this chapter
Yeah, that's the one I remember the best, because I didn't think that dress suited her at all.

I keep thinking she was in a dress during the Halloween episode, when she was asking Emily about Jake. And when Jake borrows Charlotte - I thought she was in a dress then, too...hmmmm...I will need to rewatch the entire series, I think! ;) Of course, after last night, flipping through channels desperately looking for something to watch, that's not such a bad idea!! LOL
janiekins
Nov. 13th, 2008 10:12 pm (UTC)
happy fan grrlll squee! :)

thank you for the update

j
shirleyann66
Nov. 14th, 2008 02:46 pm (UTC)
happy fan grrlll squee! :)

I thought I heard something after I posted this... ;) Yay!!

If my weekend goes as planned, I will hopefully be able to post the next part early/mid week. I'm getting pretty close to where my "finished" writing actually stops - I know all the stuff that's going to happen - except the ending scene... (hmmmm....), but a lot is still unwritten. So...I'll do my best to update sooner rather than later.
shirleyann66
Nov. 14th, 2008 02:47 pm (UTC)
Oh, and where my writing stops isn't anywhere near the ending of the story - so, there's still quite a bit to come yet. LOL
rubberbisquit
Nov. 15th, 2008 01:27 am (UTC)
*yay*
Heather was snugly wrapped in her worn plaid flannel dressing gown

Awwwwwwww

"Expecting someone?" he asked, a slight edge to his voice.

Only if it's you and you're naked. Lol!

"I ran into Anita on the way here," his face was stoic, but his eyes spoke volumes; he wasn't pleased about something.

Hint one indeed. I bet it was more of a case of being stalked by an overbearing blond.

"It was my grandfather's," she said defensively, and slightly raised her chin.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww (squared)

"Don't intimidate the poor child, Edward. She's obviously terrified of you."

Heather resisted the urge to fling herself back out to the livingroom and tell Anita just how unintimidated she really was.


Now THAT would have made some great fireworks. And well deserved also.

only to startle Beck and Anita out of a kiss.

I yelled 'whore!' so loud the boyfriend came running from the living room. lol

"I'm sorry, Heather," Anita purred. "We were just overwhelmed by our passion."

Heather turned from where she was slipping on her sandals and glared at Anita. "You have about as much passion as a kumquat," she snapped.


SICK BURN!!!! Go Heather!

"Wow!" he said instead, "you look great!"

"You sure do," Emily echoed, quickly following Jake's lead.

"Absolutely," Beck added.

"Thank you, thank you," Heather said to Jake and Emily. "Shut up," she snapped at Beck.


*chuckle*

Hah! That's a laugh! Believe me, Emily, I have kissed that man, and there wasn't nearly - "

Oh Snap! Probably not how Heather wanted to tell people, but it works. Shock value definitely has it's uses.

Beck responded, "I'll take four of my men and start making the rounds of the trading posts. The trip would take us at least a week, possibly two"

No! Stop leaving! Heather needs someone to take away the nightmares and you're at the top of that damn list.

Not to mention supper," Darcy added with an exasperated look at her husband. "The kids would love to see you."

I love that Heather has grown so close to the Hawkins' family.

He turned to Heather. "Come on, I'll walk you home."

"But - " Heather said, and turned her head in time to see Jake and Emily herding Anita out the door


*uber chuckle* Go Jake and Emily running interference!

"I'm going to talk to Anita tomorrow, get things clear with her."

You goddamn better moron!

"A mistake?" she repeated, "a mistake!"

"Yes, a mistake of -"

"Command to Major Beck."


'Son of a-!'

"It was a mistake of timing," he said grimly, and then cupped Heather's face and kissed her. It was hard and quick, and left Heather surprised and shaking.

That DEFINITELY made me all melty on the inside. I can't wait for the next chapter! YAY!

Edited at 2008-11-15 01:29 am (UTC)
shirleyann66
Nov. 17th, 2008 01:00 am (UTC)
Re: *yay*
Only if it's you and you're naked. Lol!

Okay, now THERE'S a mental picture that just makes my day...mmmmmm...plot bunny...... ;)

I yelled 'whore!' so loud the boyfriend came running from the living room. lol

Okay, I laughed so hard at this I almost cried. Fortunately, the cat was gone for his daily 6-hour afternoon nap, so I didn't scare him. LOL Sorry for startling your boyfriend, though!!

Oh Snap! Probably not how Heather wanted to tell people, but it works. Shock value definitely has it's uses.

At that point, I doubt she wanted to tell anybody anything at all - but she was a bit off her game. LOL I just loved the idea of her blurting it out when the person she's telling is clueless about what's been going on in her life, and would probably never have put the two of them together in a million years.

I love that Heather has grown so close to the Hawkins' family.

I thought Hawkins looked at her with a lot of respect when they were trying to convince her to steal that paper out of Beck's office, and I could see her winning him over. I actually had more about this relationship in this story, but I think it's going to end up on the cutting room floor (unfortunately). I'll have to explore it more in a different fic, I think...

I can't wait for the next chapter!

I have the next two (or three, depending on how I split it up) relatively short chapters ready to go. I just want to get the chapter I'm working on completed before posting, because that brings me to the end of what's fully written. Although not to the end of the story... :)



inanna7
Nov. 15th, 2008 11:35 pm (UTC)
I think I can describe Anita in one word -- condescending. Unfortunately for her, most guys don't find that attractive...

I liked that his apology was because he was afraid he was taking advantage of her. Very sweet and sensitive. And it surprised me a bit that he didn't give Anita a dressing down for what she did, not even a word. Like Heather popping open the door and him saying to Anita "Stop." I could still see Heather being ticked off enough by the action to not register the word to mean he was not being an active participant. May be you should hook Anita up with Gray, sounds like they may actually hit off with their egos. I have a feeling chances are good that Anita would railroad him with hers though.

Have you ever seen "La Bamba"? You should see the scene were Esai Morales kisses Elizabeth Pena at the beginning of the movie -- so hot. The kiss at the end of the chapter reminds me of that. Definitely think there's going to be a wall or something sturdy involved when they do continue that conversation, but I'm guessing there's going to be an angsty interlude between now and then. :) Here's to me looking forward to seeing my monitor melt...
shirleyann66
Nov. 17th, 2008 01:08 am (UTC)
And it surprised me a bit that he didn't give Anita a dressing down for what she did, not even a word. Like Heather popping open the door and him saying to Anita "Stop." I could still see Heather being ticked off enough by the action to not register the word to mean he was not being an active participant.

I wish I would have thought of that! In the first draft, I had Heather yell at them immediately, with Anita putting her digs in, so he didn't really have a chance to say anything to anybody and then Jake/Emily showed up. But I like your idea. That would have worked really well...

Have you ever seen "La Bamba"?

A really, really long time ago.

You should see the scene were Esai Morales kisses Elizabeth Pena at the beginning of the movie -- so hot.

I've seen parts of it on YouTube, when I've been searching for Esai Morales vids. You're right - *hot*. But he needs to stay away from the pompadours - well, everybody should, actually. LOL

Definitely think there's going to be a wall or something sturdy involved when they do continue that conversation, but I'm guessing there's going to be an angsty interlude between now and then. :)

I refuse to answer on the grounds that I will give too many spoilers. LOL

Here's to me looking forward to seeing my monitor melt...

I'll do my best.... ;)


inanna7
Nov. 19th, 2008 05:46 am (UTC)
Yeah, pompadours weren't as attractive as most men thought they were. Though I thought the one Lou Diamond Phillips had wasn't too bad. Brian Setzer, I've come to the belief, was actually born with one...

"When was the last time I saw you, Emily? I mean alone. As friends, and not as co-saviours of this town."

Emily had the grace to look embarrassed, not quite meeting Heather's eyes.
I forgot to comment on this previously, but I'm kind of wondering if I'm the only one who found that kind of sad. It sucks when a friendship has been damaged like that.
shirleyann66
Nov. 20th, 2008 12:28 am (UTC)
I forgot to comment on this previously, but I'm kind of wondering if I'm the only one who found that kind of sad. It sucks when a friendship has been damaged like that.

I had real trouble writing Emily - given my deep and abiding dislike for the character. Sometimes, though, people drift apart, and it's tough to keep connected as it is, let alone when the world ends. So, I tried my best to soften this aspect of the story, because I was much harsher with the character in the first draft.
nativefloridian
Nov. 17th, 2008 05:49 am (UTC)
And it surprised me a bit that he didn't give Anita a dressing down for what she did, not even a word. Like Heather popping open the door and him saying to Anita "Stop." I could still see Heather being ticked off enough by the action to not register the word to mean he was not being an active participant.

I can see Anita trying that crap again, when he gets back from that emergency call - only this time, Beck hands her ass to her. Publicly. Never mind his chivalrous intentions.
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-- Lord Vetinari in Going Postal by Terry Pratchett

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They thought the Library was a dangerous place because of all the magical books, which was true enough, but what made it really one of the most dangerous places there could ever be was the simple fact that it was a library.

-- Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett

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As a wizard, it was something that Ponder had only before encountered in acorns: a tiny soundless voice which said, yes, I am but a small, green, simple object - but I dream about forests.

-- Interesting Times by Terry Pratchett

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In the 24th century, there will be no hunger. There will be no greed. And every child will know how to read.

-- Gene Roddenberry, as repeated by Jonathan Frakes in the documentary How William Shatner Changed the World

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We've got two lives, one we're given and the other one we make
And the world won't stop, and actions speak louder
Listen to your heart, and what your heart might say
Everything we got, we got the hard way.

-- Mary Chapin Carpenter, The Hard Way from the album Come On, Come On

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Cause when they own the information, oh
They can bend it all they want.

-- John Mayer, Waiting on the World to Change from the album Continuum

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Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says, "I'll try again tomorrow."

-- Mary Anne Radmacher, as seen in Uncle John's Bathroom Reader Tales to Inspire

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I never loved the soldier
Until there was a war.
Or thought about tomorrow
'til my baby hit the floor.
I only talk to God
When somebody's about to die.
I never cherished freedom
Freedom never cries.

-- Five for Fighting, Freedom Never Cries from the album Two Lights

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It may sound absurd: but don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed: but won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream

-- Five for Fighting, Superman (It's Not Easy) from the album American Town

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Had a dream last night took a time travellin' ride
Back to my childhood where those monsters reside
They snack on innocence and dine on self-esteem
But I like to be in touch with what makes me scream
Vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost
These are the things that terrify me the most.
No alien, psychopath or MTV host
Scares me like vampires,mummies and the Holy Ghost.

-- Jimmy Buffett, Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost from the album Fruitcakes

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"I want to believe that... the dead are not lost to us. That they speak to us... as part of something greater than us - greater than any alien force. And if you and I are powerless now, I want to believe that if we listen, to what's speaking, it can give us the power to save ourselves."

-- Fox Mulder, The X-Files from the episode The Truth, pt. 2
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