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A short little random update that's not about anything much...except to say to my hetbigbang Heck fic:  WHYYYYYYYY do you hate me so much???  *goes to a corner and sobs quietly* 
I just want to get the first draft finished by Friday 'cause the weekend's shot (a family wedding!  With family!!  What are they thinking?!?!) and...this fic has been like pulling frickin' teeth out of a chicken!!!

Well.

Except for the fact that Beck/Heather are looking for every opportunity to make out/get naked - and it's always at the wrong point in the story!!! 

Crazy kids.

Anyway, to hopefully keep my sanity on track, let me introduce to you an original character:  President Rebekkah Washington.  Played (in my mind at least) by the awesome Anna Deavere Smith:


And I give you a(n unedited) snippet involving the President (with some bad language):      

Then - March 2008

 Beck and Hawkins were met by bullets hitting the door frame high above their heads, and they both hit the floor.

 Hawkins shouted, "Madam President! It's Hawkins!"     "And Beck!"

     "Shit!" they heard the President say. Her voice was low to the floor and came from behind a turned over desk they could dimly make out through the darkness, smoke and dust. "Did I hit you?"

 "Not even close, ma'am," Beck said as he and Hawkins regained their feet and, crouched low, hurried their way towards her.

 "How we knew it was you," Hawkins said as they threw themselves down on either side of her.

 "Asshole," she said without heat. She was covered with grime and held the gun tightly with shaking hands.

 "Ma'am, we have to to get you out of here," Beck said, his voice soothing. "Are you ready?"

 The President swallowed and nodded, then she glanced at her feet clad in attractive high heeled shoes. "Wait," she said. She took off one shoe. "This pains me," she joked weakly, "but I can't run in these." She handed one to Hawkins and the other to Beck, never loosening her death grip on the gun in her hand. They quickly snapped the heels off and she slipped them back on. Then she nodded to them.

 Beck's troops had done their job, drawing the fighting away from their location and in the opposite direction Beck and the others now needed to go. Beck and Hawkins peered around the hall then glanced at each other and back at the President.

 "If you're going to shoot that thing," Hawkins said, "aim high. We're trying to rescue you."

 "Careful, Mr. Hawkins - I could shoot you on purpose."

 Beck chuckled. "I've been tempted myself." He glanced at her. "Ready, Madam President?"

 She nodded as she said, "Under the circumstances, call me Rebekkah."

 Beck met her eyes through the gritty, smoky haze, and was struck again by the determination in her eyes.

 He nodded at Hawkins and with the President between them they made their run out of the building and towards the helicopter that was waiting for them.

 The chopper lifted off just as the ASA ground forces came around the corners of the building, firing as they began to fly away. Hawkins, Beck and the four soldiers in the chopper returned fire until they were of range.

 The President, grim-faced, looked out the chopper windows at the devastated, burning city, and tried not to cringe as jet fighters flew around them locked in deadly battle.

 Then they were clear and on the horizon all around them they could see the smoke from other burning cities. For as far as the eye could see.

 The President twisted in her seat, and for the first time since he'd met her, Beck saw tears in her eyes.

 She fumbled for the radio, and the soldier beside her helped her turn it on.

 "Where to now?" she demanded furiously. "Where are we supposed to hide now?"

 Beck and Hawkins met her gaze steadily.

 "There's only one place left, ma'am," Beck replied.

 "And where, exactly, is that?" she bit out.

 "Jericho," Hawkins said. "And we won't be hiding."

Oh, and on a totally random note - I think Sprague Grayden is one of the most adorable actors ever with that fresh-faced, tomboyish, girl-next-door look.  Then I found this picture (yanked remorselessly from spraguegrayden.com):




Now  I'm desperately craving fic where she knocks everyone in Jericho (in particular a certain army Major) on their collective asses - cause seriously?  How gorgeous is she???

(and yes, fluffy plot bunny - I see you sitting there waggling your ears at me.  Stop it.)(At least until this current fic gets finished.)

Finally - I have about 6-7 letters in Oasis which have been ready to be posted for *cough*weeks*cough* - if I would just get off my lazy ass and do it!!

*sighs*

Now to wrestle with this HetBigBang fic some more.......

PS:  Haven.  Watch it.  Nathan, Duke and Audrey are the most adorable threesome EVER.  They make me laugh - and I just want to huggle all of them.

PPS:  And it's somehow comforting to know LJ still hates my guts when it comes to formatting posts. 


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"All right," said Susan. "I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need...fantasies to make life bearable."

REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.

"Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little --"

YES. AS PRACTICE. YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES.

"So we can believe the big ones?"

YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING.

-- Susan and Death in Hogfather by Terry Pratchett

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"And no practical definition of freedom would be complete without the freedom to take the consequences. Indeed, it is the freedom upon which all the others are based."

-- 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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