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A.K.A. Liz
"Did you try looking in the sofa in hell?" Willow in Dopplegangland.
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"We prefer Justice Demon, okay? FYI?"
Halfrek in Older and Far Away
by willow420 » Mon Feb 18, 2002 11:44 am
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A.K.A. Liz
"Did you try looking in the sofa in hell?" Willow in Dopplegangland.
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"We prefer Justice Demon, okay? FYI?"
Halfrek in Older and Far Away
by katydid » Mon Feb 18, 2002 11:56 am
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"She practically has 'genuine molded plastic' stamped on her ass.
by Charlie » Tue Feb 19, 2002 3:30 am
*grins cheesily and offers Ruth chocolate and jam tarts in an attempt to make her write faster*
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"Je dois partir maintenant parce que ma grandmere est flambé..."
- Eddie 'covered in beeeees!' Izzard
by tommo » Tue Feb 19, 2002 4:50 am
But the next part will probably be up in a couple of days time. Maybe sooner. Glad you're still hanging in there. I know it's a bit boring right now, but I believe in a slow build up. You know, to the action.
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Sweetie...I'm a fag.
by AutumnT » Tue Feb 19, 2002 7:48 am
All kidding aside thanks for giving me a story to always look forward to reading more of.
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Autumn
I have the sudden urge to dedicate my productive cooperation.
by tommo » Tue Feb 19, 2002 8:41 am
quote:
Originally posted by AutumnT:
It was missing a certain something. That rhymes with handshape.
There's no more sex. I haven't written any more sex. Okay? Heh heh...not yet, anyway.
And uh...landscape. Yeah. Sure. Just let me get the um, plot, characterisation and general storyline out of the way first eh? *snigger*
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Sweetie...I'm a fag.
by Charlie » Tue Feb 19, 2002 10:36 am
quote:
Originally posted by tommo:
There's no more sex. I haven't written any more sex.
*pouts*
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"Je dois partir maintenant parce que ma grandmere est flambé..."
- Eddie 'covered in beeeees!' Izzard
by 'lucy' moore » Tue Feb 19, 2002 12:09 pm
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"My Name,it means nothing
My Fortune is less...
All that I own is Myself
And that's borrowed,at best."
fiat justitia,ruat caelum.
by Lonewolf » Tue Feb 19, 2002 12:26 pm
Lonewolf
by tommo » Tue Feb 19, 2002 1:19 pm
Anyway, no jam, no sex, no landscape. Hell, is there even any story left? Well...
Enjoy.
Title: Touchstone
Rating: NC17, although not all chapters are, but this covers me for those bits that couldn’t possibly be anything else. Heh.
Copyright Disclaimer: Bowing and scraping does nothing for the knees. Joss…blah blah…Mutant Enemy…etc etc…sigh…
Feedback: Sure, if you feel that way inclined. My email is: tommo27@hotmail.com
Archive: Until I get my arse in gear and sort out my own W/T website, you can have this wherever you like it. I’m only too happy if someone else wants it. Just ask first, ok? Bad manners are nobody’s friend.
Summary: This takes place in my own Buffyverse, and if you’ve read any of my other stories, then you’ll know what I mean. Basically we follow the season events, but with a few changes. In fact, who am I kidding; I make direct references to my other fic, because I’m a whore like that. And I care…not one little bit. Ha. There are also Season 6 spoilers in this if that kind of thing bothers you. Don’t take it to heart if it does; they’re not like, big honkin’ spoilers or anything.
Author’s Note: Thanks to my kitty, who offers me solace and peace when I'm bored. Ooooh, and Pacman. Thanks to Wales, for being my inspiration, and to the Welsh, for being um...Welsh. To those who support me, you're always placed firmly against my bosom. To those who bitch behind my back and pretend that they don't; I have your number, be warned, heh heh. To those who bitch to my face; I couldn't do it without you. I love you all. I hate you all. Thank God for Willow and Tara. Is it Tuesday yet? Am I rambling? Anyway, ta for reading, thanks for posting and you know, everything I do...I do it for you...
Part 11
“She’s here to help with my work,” Giles frowned. “I need help.”
“We can help!” Willow insisted, her fingers pulling agitatedly at the dangling strap of her backpack. She twisted the material round between her fingertips and then let it drop, shuffling her feet on the floor noisily as though they too, wanted to add their objection to the company Giles wished to keep.
“No Willow,” Giles said firmly, his voice calm and quiet. “You can’t. This is official Council business. You’re not here to work.” The steely glance of his eyes left her in no doubt as to his feelings on the matter. She’d sworn off any contact with magick. Any contact with anything mystical or supernatural or…just anything that had become such a huge part of her life over the last five years. And she knew that he intended to hold her to that oath, even if she wanted to bend the rules a little. She looked over at Tara, who met her gaze with the cool blue of agreement. Sighing, her eyes dropped to the ground, chastised. They don’t trust you, even with simple things; her mind threw at her suddenly, eliciting a spark of shock into her chest. They don’t think you can keep away from the magick. They know it’s a part of you now. You know it’s a part of you now too, don’t you?
“Willow?” The woman Giles had introduced as Cerys Salisbury looked curiously at the two girls, her dark eyes gleaming with interest. “Willow Rosenberg?” She glanced over at Giles before her gaze returned to the redhead. A flush of excitement rose over her cheeks and she pulled on the hem of her shirt, straightening it over her chest in a businesslike manner.
“Yes,” Willow nodded curtly, pushing out her bottom lip, still rather lost in the accusations her mind was forcing her to accept.
“You’re the one who brought back the Slayer,” Cerys blurted, aware that she sounded like a teenager. But she couldn’t help herself. All the office talk about liaising with dark powers was coming back to her; how a mighty and powerful witch had opened the door to necromancy, and returned the Slayer to the world. “You performed the spell that brought the Slayer back from the dead.”
“That was some time ago,” Giles said in a low voice, fear prickling up his spine. He glanced over at Tara, her worried gaze deepening into cobalt as she frowned back at him. He shook his head imperceptibly; there was no way he could have known the Council would recognize Willow, didn’t she see that? He was as concerned as she was. She blinked a comforting response, although her eyes moved back to Willow and the open-mouthed expression of the redhead.
Willow tensed at the woman’s words, a dizzy feeling spinning in the back of her brain. Moving back, she felt the hard stone wall of the cottage pressing against her shoulders. She leaned against it for support at the same moment that Tara moved forwards, reaching for her hand. The blonde’s brow furrowed as she looked over at the Cerys, already smiling delightedly at her new discovery. Ever since the summer when the Council had tried to work herself and Willow into their employ, Tara had had personal reasons not to trust them. Their aim was knowledge by any means. And, she assumed, this was no different. Her jaw firmed as she realized that anyone who wanted to get to Willow had to come through her first. And she hadn’t sworn off using magick. In fact, since Willow had abdicated her role as resident witch in the Scooby Gang, Tara had acquired more than a few tricks up her sleeve to confuse and deter potential or real enemies. And if they just happened to be human as opposed to demon, then so be it, she thought fiercely to herself, glaring at Cerys.
As Tara’s hand slipped into her own, Willow realized that a faint sweat had broken out on her brow. The room felt hot, and yet, by the same token, chilly and foreboding. Tara had assured her that coming to Wales wasn’t running away, although that was exactly how Willow had lodged it in her mind. And yet, the very thing she was running from, her memories, everything she did in her egotistical surge of glory, was right here in front of her, reveling in the find. Swallowing nervously, she fought to regain her breath. The beads of sweat on her brow sat coldly on her skin, searing the knowledge back into her. The knowledge she had tried so hard to forget. The tension in the room rose much more than a notch in the space of ten seconds.
“But Rupert,” Cerys insisted, holding out her hands, “no human has wielded that kind of power for a long time; centuries, even. At least, no human that the Council could use to their advantage, anyway. If I’d known she was going to be here, harnessing that kind of dark magicks…” she trailed off excitedly, her mind filled with thoughts of promotions and congratulations and yes, even the chance to work at Head Office.
“W-Willow doesn’t d-do that anymore,” Tara ventured, rubbing her thumb over the hot, sticky hand of her girlfriend. The distress was coming off Willow in waves, seeping out of every pore. As much as she wanted to get her girlfriend out of there, Tara knew she had to stand her ground. She reminded herself that if it hadn’t been for meeting Willow in the first place, she would never have found the courage to do just that. “Willow hasn’t practiced magick for a long time,” she added, hearing her voice grow stronger and more self-assured with every word.
“Oh,” Cerys looked forlorn, disappointed. Her hopes began to die as she looked over at Giles who, even now, was staring at her, a curious look filling his eyes. “I see,” she added.
“I sincerely hope that you do,” Giles straightened up, pushing at his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “I’d rather that the Council didn’t know Willow was here, if you don’t mind.”
For a moment, Cerys stared at him in what looked like disbelief, her brown eyes reckoning his words. Then a veil seemed to fall over her gaze and she glanced down at her shoes, scuffing them against one another in the silence of the room. When she finally lifted her eyes, she looked across at Willow, now standing with Tara’s protective arm around her shoulders.
“That sounds fair,” she said briskly, a smile painting her lips. “The Council already knows far too much than is good for them, in my opinion. No need to go troubling them with things that don’t concern them, is there?”
The redhead frowned, confusion creeping into her gaze, although she straightened up a little and seemed to regain some of the ebullience with which she had initially entered the room. Her mouth fell open slightly and she looked to Giles for affirmation. The ex-Watcher offered a smile; he knew he’d been right to take to Cerys so quickly. From what she had said already, it was clear that she was coming from his direction as far as the Council was concerned. The relief spreading throughout the room was palpable.
“Uh…thanks,” Willow ventured, albeit grudgingly.
Cerys waved her gratitude aside with a whisk of her elegant hand. “Look,” she laughed, putting her hands onto her hips, “I might work for them but it doesn’t mean I agree with everything they say or do. We’d all heard about you in the office, but meeting you…” she allowed her gaze to travel slowly up and down the body of the girl, “well, it’s clear that you’re not a fan of the Council.” She smoothed her hands down the front of her shirt, “And I don’t blame you,” she added conspiratorially, winking at the two girls. This raised a tiny smile from the redhead, and an even bigger grin from the blonde. Letting out a brief sigh, Cerys was reassured that she’d managed to avert making two enemies. Enemies that, from what she’d heard, could do a whole lot of damage to a demonic hellgod, never mind a human.
“Excellent,” Giles rubbed his hands together, nodding at the thankful look flooding Tara’s eyes.
“Yes,” Cerys agreed, noticing how the blonde never stopped touching the redhead, taking in their intimacy and dependence in one dark glance. “So,” she turned to Giles, “shall I get my things from the car?”
A look of panic crossed the man’s face as realization dawned on him. Sleeping arrangements. In his expectations, he hadn’t once considered that the visiting Council operative might be female. Stupid, he chided himself. Sighing, he drooped his shoulders and shook his head.
“Ah,” he began delicately, “Cerys…you see…Willow and Tara are here visiting…and the spare room is already…there’s only one spare room you see, and…” he trailed off, hoping that his inadequate apologies communicated what he really wanted to say.
Cerys let out a delicious trickle of a laugh and folded her arms over her chest. “So what you’re saying Rupert, is that there’s no room at the inn?” she pursed her lips and appeared mock-offended. “Perhaps if there’s an outhouse here I could bunk down in that then?” she winked over at the two young women again, noticing that amusement had brought some color back into their pale features.
“No, I didn’t mean that,” Giles protested feebly, hoping that the hotness covering his cheeks wasn’t visible to the others in the room.
“How about if Tara and I use your room instead?” Willow suggested, her voice returning to its playful self once more. Her gaze twinkled as she looked over at Giles, feeling Tara squeeze her shoulder in amused reprove. “Then you and Miss Salisbury could have our…oh wait,” she stopped herself, putting a finger thoughtfully up to her lips, “we have a double bed.” Her eyes met the brown gaze of the Council employee and both women giggled a little at the inference.
Giles shifted from one foot to the other, coughing his embarrassment away. As attractive as that sounded, and that in itself was enough to cause a cold flush of realization over his throat, he wasn’t prepared to give into the meanderings of his mid-life loneliness just yet.
“A double bed?” Cerys echoed, the corners of her mouth turning up in merriment. “Well,” she tilted her head onto one side, “I’ve heard about the Council wanting its employees to work closely with one another but that’s just…” she looked up at the man beside her and caught his eye. “I suppose it’s the sacrifice we must make in our endless battle against evil,” she sighed mock-seriously, putting one hand onto her heart melodramatically. “Don’t you think so, Rupert?”
If looks could kill, then the death-gaze Willow received from the ex-Watcher would surely have laid her out stone cold dead on the floor in that moment. However, with the disaster of her own personal issue averted, Willow was feeling irreverently thankful and playful. Besides, she looked at the dark-haired woman standing next to Giles, they did look cute together. And she wasn’t stupid. When she and Tara had burst into the cottage the way they had done, she was sure that she’d been on the verge of interrupting something.
“I…ah…” Giles reached for his glasses, pulling them off. Clearly, this was uncomfortable for everyone involved. Or, at least, it was doubly so for him. It had been so long since he had entertained the idea of a female in his life, that he wasn’t sure if he could do it right now.
“Look,” Cerys said, all seriousness returning to her voice. “I know the area around here; I can find somewhere to stay. There’s a little place back in the village that can put me up for a while. It’s not a worry.”
“No,” Willow held up her hand, “that’s not fair. Besides, don’t you think the Council would think it was weird if you didn’t stay in their place with Giles? They might start asking questions and then they’d know I was here and they’d make with the questioning and,” she shuddered in anticipation of the consequences, “it would all just go horribly wrong.” She paused for breath and glanced at Tara beside her. “We don’t mind staying in the village, do we?”
The blonde shook her head. “Not at all. I mean Mr. Giles, you probably don’t want us hanging around your Council stuff…the work you have to do, you know, the two of you. W-we’d probably get in the way of you and your…” her gaze flickered over Cerys knowingly, “…um…colleague. S-so the two of you should…you know, be alone to um, work and stuff.” She bit her lip, wondering if the inflection in her tone was too much. By her side, Willow stifled a giggle and pushed her hip playfully against the blonde. Pressing her lips together, Tara attempted to maintain a straight face, although for how long, she wasn’t sure.
Cerys bit at her lip thoughtfully as Giles replaced his glasses and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I could arrange somewhere for you,” she ventured, “there’s a little bed and breakfast place just off the main road, it’s not much but – “
“That would be great,” Tara said firmly, smiling at the woman.
“Rupert?” Cerys looked up at the man next to her, seeking approval. “Is that alright?”
“Do I have a choice?” he asked wearily, although good-naturedly.
Willow and Tara shook their heads vehemently. Cerys held out her hands in supplication and shrugged. “That’s arranged then,” she said. “I can make a phone call right now if you’d like, and I’ll take the two of you there for tonight if you want.”
“We’ll go and pack our stuff then,” Willow grabbed Tara’s hand and whisked her off to the spare room, closing the door with a click behind them.
“I’m not sure whether to be hurt or relieved,” Giles said slowly, his eyes meeting those of the woman by his side.
Cerys flashed him one of those smiles that was beginning to send a warm tingle to his chest every time he saw it. She raised her eyebrows and shrugged slightly, reaching past him for the telephone by the window. “Well I don’t know about you,” she said, perching on the flat arm of the chair just behind Giles, “but I’m rather relieved.”
“Oh?” he moved aside, away from her nearness.
“Yes,” she glanced round at him before turning back to the telephone. “This means we’ll get some time alone.” She paused, punching in a few numbers on the keypad, then turned to see a rather stricken looking Giles gazing down at her. She smiled knowingly at his discomfort and blinked slowly, her long lashes tickling the tops of her cheeks. “To work, naturally,” she added, turning her back on him once more.
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“D’you think that was too much?” Willow giggled as she and Tara held onto one another in an effort to control their laughter.
“Oh God Will, when you said that about the double bed, I thought I was going to die!” Tara hissed, dropping her head momentarily onto the shoulder of the redhead. Taking a few deep breaths to steady herself, she lifted her head and looked at the deep green eyes fixed on her, smiling into them. “You don’t think Giles thought it was rude do you? Us leaving, I mean.”
Willow pulled a face and shook her head. “What, and leave him alone with his cutie patootie from the Council? With all that grown up sparkage going on? Nah,” she said quietly, leaning back against the door of the room. “Besides, when I thought about sleeping in here again, two words were flashing into my head.”
“Which were?” Tara stood up, moving away from the redhead and towards her suitcase, still lying open on the floor.
“Creaky. Bed.” Willow said solemnly.
Tara let out a trail of laughter which worked its way pleasingly to the redhead’s ears. Bending over her open suitcase she shook her head. “I see someone’s got their energy back then,” she noted, a huge grin plastered across her face.
“Uh huh,” Willow nodded, pushing herself up off the door and walking over to where Tara kneeled. Putting out a hand, she stroked her fingers down the blonde locks that fell through her touch like trickles of silk. “I wonder if this place, wherever it is, has jam tarts,” she wondered aloud.
Tara turned and looked up, her hand snaking up Willow’s leg to grasp the redhead’s own, holding her fingers tightly. A serious note fell from her eyes into her voice as she played idly with the hand she had come to know so well. “As long as it has you, then I’m happy,” she said gently. “You know, in there, I was worried about you. That woman…” her hair tumbled around her face as she shook her head, “If I thought for one minute we were in danger here, you know I’d take you away.”
“I know,” Willow answered trustingly, realizing in that minute that she would follow this woman to the ends of the earth, if she suggested it. “It scared me, you know? Being reminded of everything like that. I thought…” she paused, her voice wobbling uncertainly. Tara inched closer to her and put her other hand around Willow’s leg, hugging her close against her upper body. The warm pressure of Tara against her made Willow smile faintly, although her thoughts were still in that moment with Cerys Salisbury and her realization of just who Willow was.
“You think the Council wants to do freaky experiments with me?” she asked, her voice sounding very small in the room.
Against her leg, Tara half-smiled; for all her intelligence and experience, sometimes Willow seemed as lost as a little girl. “Honey, you know the Council wanted you two years ago. They probably still do; even more so now,” she thought back to their brush with deep magick in the shape of Merlin and the Council’s rigorous training regime. For a minute, neither of them spoke, Tara rested her face against Willow’s thigh as the redhead buried her fingers into her hair and caressed her scalp. Willow had chosen to return to Sunnydale and Tara, although she had been offered the best that the Council could provide. But back then, the redhead’s loyalties had been clear cut. And so much had happened since, Tara sighed. But they had never stopped loving one another. Not then, and certainly not now.
Lifting her head up so that she could gaze up the length of Willow’s body, Tara caught the girl looking down at her and smiled, her blue eyes sparkling. “But even if the Council does still want you,” she murmured in a low voice, “they can’t have you. I won’t let them.” She drew her lips together into a firm line that spread along her jaw and nodded her head curtly, with purpose. “You’re mine,” she added.
The redhead let out a tiny sigh and smiled thankfully down at her lover. Tracing the lines of Tara’s brow with her fingers, she trailed them down over the blonde’s cheeks and watched the girl close her eyes slowly. Sometimes, Willow thought to herself, it was like her heart was brimming over with love and she couldn’t even begin to express it all in words, no matter how hard she tried. She fervently hoped that her touch, her caress and her closeness managed to communicate in some way just how overwhelmed Tara’s love made her feel at times.
Again the silence fell between them as they enjoyed the moment of being together, their physicality the connection that they craved so much right now.
“Anyway,” Willow finally said, breaking the silence between them, “much as I really enjoy you making with the butchness, we should get packed and let Giles get on with his bundle of loveliness in there.” She jerked her head towards the living room.
Nodding, Tara reluctantly moved away from her girlfriend and turned back to her suitcase again. “You think she’s lovely?” she asked, her voice sounding more carefree than her mind did.
Willow let out a short laugh and cast the redhead a glance of playful reprove. “Sure, she’s lovely.” She grinned foolishly at the worried look Tara cast her across the room. “If you’re Giles,” she added lightly. Tara rolled her eyes and shook her head, although the smile that crossed her face as she turned back to her suitcase was genuine.
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Sweetie...I'm a fag.
by Scout » Tue Feb 19, 2002 3:21 pm
But it was a wonderful update. Interesting turn of events. Looking forward to more!
by bearskeeper » Tue Feb 19, 2002 5:10 pm
And I loved Willows "making with the butchness" line - It made me laugh so hard! My mom thinks I'm crazy, but oh well.
by Pixie » Tue Feb 19, 2002 9:06 pm
About Cerys, first of all, yes Giles does work fast! If you had been writing for the show he and Jenny would have gotten together at least half a season before they actually did! And secondly, I want to trust her, really I do! I want Giles to have good judgement. Please give us a reason to trust her!
by tommo » Wed Feb 20, 2002 5:10 am
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Originally posted by Pixie:
About Cerys, first of all, yes Giles does work fast! If you had been writing for the show he and Jenny would have gotten together at least half a season before they actually did!
I know this seems fast, but remember, it's all in their heads so far, plus a bit of innocent flirting. And what with this being a story, I suppose I had to hurry things along a little. Heh. But don't worry, nobody's jumping into bed with anyone just yet. Well...apart from a couple of girls we might know.
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And secondly, I want to trust her, really I do! I want Giles to have good judgement. Please give us a reason to trust her!
Well, I kind of have the storyline plotted out in a vague way. Generally I just write and see where it takes me, so major changes can and do happen. However, I like Cerys; it's hard to write such a likeable character and know that people will be opposed to her because she's from the Council. And yeah, I want to like her too.
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Sweetie...I'm a fag.
by Charlie » Wed Feb 20, 2002 4:14 pm
quote:
Originally posted by tommo:
“Creaky. Bed.” Willow said solemnly.
Heh. I laughed. Gotta love that bed.
Brilliant again. One request, Ruth: Can we we PLEASE not have Giles doing anything like his antics in Manchild cos that was just... disturbing 
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“You’re my wife now…” Papa Lazarou
-The League of Gentlemen
by wiccachica » Wed Feb 20, 2002 4:25 pm
Hoo-rah for a wonderful fic!
*Settling in for more.....*
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And er...ba da bing, I'm done.
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And er...ba da bing, I'm done.
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posted February 21, 2002 05:28 Sorry folks. As of today, this fic no longer exists. I'm giving up writing it. Well actually, I'm giving up writing anything. Can't be helped I'm afraid. So sorry. Thanks so much to all of you who contacted me and supported me; it's been much appreciated. Again, sorry.And er...ba da bing, I'm done.
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posted February 21, 2002 10:46 Awww...Thats too bad. You're such a great writer. Well, whatever it is that made you give up writing, I hope everything is ok. Cause you've got a real talent.IP: LoggednikaWillowhand ------------------
"The word 'GULP!'comes to mind." Tara
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posted February 21, 2002 11:42 Ruth...that's a not so nice surprise. I'm sure you must have your reasons, I second bearskeeper in saying I hope you're alright and you don't stop writing permanently. You are a truly gifted writer who has brought many of us tons of enjoyment.------------------
"The word 'GULP!'comes to mind." Tara
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posted February 21, 2002 12:20 Like everybody else i have to say that i am sad that u won't be writing anymore. I love all ur stuff, both w/t and c/f and it will be a great loss to the fan fic world. i hope that whatever has led u to this decision u can resolve for urself and that u will come back to writing one day.by tommo » Thu Feb 21, 2002 3:28 am
And er...ba da bing, I'm done.
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Sweetie...I'm a fag.
by bearskeeper » Thu Feb 21, 2002 8:46 am
by nika » Thu Feb 21, 2002 9:42 am
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"The word 'GULP!'comes to mind." Tara
by WiggleStick » Thu Feb 21, 2002 10:20 am
by FrenchRose » Thu Feb 21, 2002 11:58 am
So long, and thanks for all the jam tarts.
FrenchRose
by Pixie » Thu Feb 21, 2002 1:01 pm
*holds aloft jam tart in a toast to Ruth*
by AutumnT » Thu Feb 21, 2002 5:52 pm
Thanks for sharing what you did Ruth. It was much appreciated.
Color me bummed out. First Camp Flutie and now this. Where will I get my landscape? And to top it off Legends is now ending. arg. arg. arg.
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I have the sudden urge to dedicate my productive cooperation.
by Kalita » Thu Feb 21, 2002 9:05 pm
Very sorry to hear that, Ruth, and will mis your writing quite dearly.
-sniff-
Kal
by WyrdOne » Fri Feb 22, 2002 9:32 pm
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~Meredith~
"All worlds intertwine, and all needs meet somewhere in time."
"Sanity isn't all it's cracked up to be."
by kpmuse » Fri Feb 22, 2002 9:35 pm
Hope all is well and take care!
kris
by MadeinNZ » Sat Feb 23, 2002 6:18 pm
This is really sad. I love your stories. You got me hooked on the whole fanfic gig.
Hope you're OK and the break is a temporary thing - too much talent to waste.
by tommo » Sat Feb 23, 2002 7:22 pm
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