The Wizard Of Oz, 5/5
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2minsforslashingTitle: The Wizard Of Oz
Authors Ginny and Kathie (Yakihngenit)
Word Count: 12,723 words
Warnings: RPS, Slash, AU, Magic
Rating: FRAO
Fandoms involved: House MD, RPS Hockey
Pairings: Chris Osgood/Kris Draper, Andreas Lilja/Nick Lidstrom, Chris Osgood/Nick Lidstrom, Steve Yzerman/Brendan Shanahan, Pavel Datsyuk/Henrik Zetterberg, Chris Osgood/Nick Lidstrom
(teams: Red Wings, NY Rangers, Buffalo Sabres mentioned)
Summary:
It is dangerous to hunt Demons, but someone has to do it – it is the Wizards that protect people from the things that go bump in the night.
Author’s Notes: We wanted to write something together again, and we didn't want to decide between RPS and FPS, so we just did both.
Chris moaned softly, fighting to wake up. He opened his eyes for a second before closing them again tightly. He felt horrible. His entire body hurt and he was pretty sure that if he sat up he'd be violently ill. What had happened? And why did he feel so odd?
"Hey there," he heard a voice next to his ear, and a hand brushed his hair out of his forehead. "How are you feeling?"
"Terrible," he whimpered from between clenched teeth, only belatedly realizing that the voice was that of Mac. "What happened?"
"The demon got you pretty bad," Mac muttered and brushed his hand over Chris' hair again. "Can you sit up and drink some water?"
He grimaced but nodded once. He slowly pushed himself up, grateful when Mac caught him when his arms buckled. "How long?"
"Almost two days," Mac replied and rubbed his back soothingly with one hand while holding the cup for him with the other. Chris took a few careful sips before turning his head away, thereby noticing Kris, who was still unconscious.
"What happened?" Chris snapped, dropping the cup and pulling away from Mac. He reached for Kris as he tried to look at the magic around them and then froze. "Why is my magic gone?"
"Because you knocked Drapes out and gave him a concussion," Mac replied calmly and retrieved the cup. "Don't worry, your magic will be back. Soon."
"I hurt him?" Chris whispered in horror.
"You knocked him back," Mac tried to correct himself. "And he hit his head."
Chris looked between Kris and Mac, trying hard to remember. He jerked away, half falling from the bed as he tried to get out of the room. He crashed to the floor halfway across, managing to barely grab the trashcan before throwing up. "I hurt both of you."
"It's not your fault," Mac soothed and knelt down to rub his back soothingly. "Calm down. Do you want me to call someone?"
"Steve?" Chris asked. He needed to make sure the demon had been destroyed properly.
"Okay," Mac said and stood. He opened the door and called out, "Steve? Chris is awake; he wants to talk to you."
"Hey," Steve greeted, forcing himself to smile. "You're not supposed to be out of bed yet."
"What happened?" Chris asked weakly and wrapped his fingers in Steve's sleeve.
"You were poisoned," Steve said. "We got House here, but it was still worse than I'd thought. You're going to be fine now."
"Was the demon destroyed?"
"Yeah. After some complications."
"What kind of complications?" he asked, not caring that he was sitting in the middle of the bedroom floor.
Steve hesitated briefly. "Drapes got involved. He caught your fever."
"That's not possible," Chris said in disbelief. "The connection would have to be so strong that it would burn the wizard out within weeks."
"You were on your way there. Mac put a stop on it - he contained you just in time," Steve said calmly. "It took us a while to figure this whole mess out - we had to fly in a few wizards from New York. But you'll be fine, and Kris will be fine too." He smiled faintly. "Next time you're planning on taking out a Level Three Demon? Please call for backup, okay?"
"I thought it was a level six," Chris said. "Maybe barely a five."
"Just be careful," Steve said. "I really don't want to go shopping for a new goalie right now."
Chris nodded and thought for a moment. "Kris," he then realized. "You said he got my fever. What else?"
"You were bound very tightly," Steve told him. "You were feverish and your magic was getting out of control and he wasn't happy that Mac bound your magic. Lils thought it best to slip a sedative into his water. It had the added bonus of calming you down a bit too. That's how close you two were."
Chris thought for a moment. He knew perfectly well the risks and dangers of a bond that close, and how it could affect a Companion.
"He's going to be pissed that Lils drugged him," he slowly said. "And he's going to have a really bad headache."
"And a concussion," Steve repeated. "I think it's safe to say that he'll be out of the line up for at least a week. Here and on the ice."
"Help me up," Chris requested.
Steve and Mac, who had lurked in the background, grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet.
"You're going to have fun washing off all these spells," Mac grinned and brushed his thumb over Chris' chest. "How's your shoulder feeling?"
Chris twisted it slightly. "Stiff, but not horrible."
"Good," Steve said with a grin. "We let Henrik fix it. His first injury of that kind."
"Not funny," Chris muttered.
"No, but he has to learn," Steve pointed out. "We let him fix your shoulder and where Drapes bit Aaron's arm when he woke up."
"He what?" Chris asked.
"Bit his arm."
"Why?"
Steve hesitated briefly. He didn't want to tell Oz all the details, not wanting to worry him too much.
"What happened? Steve, tell me the truth," Chris demanded weakly.
"Aaron was trying to keep you under and reached over him," Steve said with a sigh. "The bond you created was strong enough to make him act. He thought you were being attacked and tried to defend you."
"That's why he's still unconscious," Chris realized.
Steve just nodded.
He sighed deeply. "I really screwed up."
"A bit," Steve agreed. "Next time, please, call for back up. If not for yourself, then for Kris."
Chris nodded. "Will he...will he be okay?" he asked. It didn't matter that he knew the answer. He needed to hear the words right now.
"He'll be fine, Ozzie," Mac spoke up, hating to see his friend so distressed.
Steve just nodded.
"And my magic?" Chris asked them.
Mac shrugged. "Two weeks, maybe three, and it will be back. As soon as the containment spells fade."
"That long," he said, swallowing hard.
"You'll survive," Steve replied. "Talk to Lils, you know he was contained for almost a year a few years back."
"I know," he whispered. "It's fine. I won't complain."
"Good," Steve smiled and squeezed his elbow. "And if you feel up to it, you can come to practice tomorrow and let Jimmy tell you all about the game yesterday."
"Did we win?" he asked, standing slowly.
"Hmm," Steve said, non-committally. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Shower," he said. "Then back to sleep."
"You want one of us to go with you, to make sure you don't fall?" Steve asked.
"I'll be okay," he said. "I'm moving slowly."
"Are you sure?" Mac asked quietly. "Nick, maybe?"
"We'd feel better if you weren't alone," Steve told him.
Chris sighed. "Okay, if it makes you happy," he grumbled and ran a hand through his hair. "I'll be in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, okay?"
"Okay," Mac agreed.
Chris took a step toward the door before turning around again. "Are you guys keeping something from me?" he asked.
"Chris," Steve asked. "Would we do that?"
"If you think it's for the best, yes, without hesitating," Chris replied and raised his eyebrows. "Are you?"
"No," Steve said. "Nothing important. Now go brush your teeth. You and Nick haven't done anything in a while."
Chris ducked his head slightly.
"Have you?" Steve asked.
"No," Chris admitted. "He has other responsibilities to take care of. I understand that."
Mac rolled his eyes slightly. "Go," he said. "We'll send Nick in and I'll keep an eye on Kris."
Chris didn't bother protesting. He just slowly picked his way to the bathroom and picked up his toothbrush.
He scratched lightly at the runes lining his skin. He'd focus on just being happy he was still alive.
A moment later, Nick slipped into the room and greeted Chris with a smile.
"Hi," Chris said to him, leaning against the sink.
"Hej," Nick replied. "You need help scrubbing those runes off?"
"That would be good," he agreed. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," Nick promised and started to collect towels and other things from around the bathroom while Chris finished brushing his teeth.
Chris rubbed the palm of his hands against his eyes. He wasn't going to complain, but it bothered him to not see the lines of magic he usually saw in people.
"Chris?" Nick asked softly behind him. "You coming?"
"I am," he said, taking the hand the other man offered. He let out a small sigh as the hot water ran over him.
"Want me to do the scrubbing?" Nick asked close to his ear.
Chris pressed back against him and nodded.
Nick nodded as well and started to wash away the runes on Chris' body. Soon Chris' skin was reddened, but the ink faded only slowly.
"They were thorough," he remarked.
"Feels like it," Chris gasped and flinched slightly as Nick applied a little bit more pressure to one of the more stubborn marks.
"Sorry," Nick apologized, running his fingers lightly over the red skin.
Chris shuddered at the sensation and turned around. One of his hands came up and tangled in Nick's wet hair, and he used his grip to pull Nick into a deep kiss.
Nick wrapped his hands around Chris' waist, his hands gliding over the wet skin as their tongues danced around each other.
"I missed you," Chris murmured as he tore away and blinked water out of his eyes.
Nick brushed his fingers over Chris' forehead, pushing the wet hair away as he smiled softly at him. "Missed you too.'
Chris bit his lip briefly before kissing Nick again.
"Let's finish getting you cleaned up," Nick whispered when they finally broke apart.
Chris nodded and closed his eyes as a wave of exhaustion swept over him. As much as he wanted to do more with Nick, he realized that he was too tired to do so, anyways.
"In a few days," Nick promised him in a whisper. He turned the water off and grabbed the towels. "When you can keep your eyes open."
Chris chuckled weakly and leaned against Nick. "Sorry for falling asleep on you," he murmured. "How does my back look?"
"Red, mostly," Nick admitted and wrapped one of the towels around Chris' waist. "You'll need another shower to wash those off completely."
"In the morning," he said.
"Want me to stop by before practice?" Nick asked and gently brushed another towel over Chris' face, to wipe the water away.
"If you have time, that would be great," he agreed. "Thank you."
"For you? Always." Nick ran the towel quickly over Chris' hair before drying himself.
Chris reached for the soft sweatshirt and pulled it over his head. He took in a deep breath as he stood up straighter. The shower had helped, he decided.
"You already look much better," Nick said and reached out to run his fingers through Chris' hair, making it stick up wildly. "Sleep a few hours, and you'll be as good as new?"
"Almost," he agreed.
"Drapes will be fine in a few days," Nick promised and folded the used towels neatly. "You ready for bed, or do you want to eat something first?"
"I think I'll eat," Chris decided. "I'll call Malts and ask him to visit once Kris is awake. That always makes him feel better."
Nick nodded. "You do that," he agreed and guided Chris into the kitchen. "Do we have any of the soup left?" he asked the man who was busy wiping down the counter.
"Already warming up," he answered.
He turned to Chris and offered a small smile. "How's your shoulder?" he asked.
Chris shrugged. It almost didn't hurt anymore. "Almost perfect," he promised. "You did good work there, Henrik."
The younger goalie grinned at him. "Thank you."
Chris laughed and sat down. "Why are you cleaning my kitchen?" he asked. "Not that I'm complaining, but..."
"Keeping busy," he said.
Chris nodded and reached for the spoon that the younger man handed him.
"Dru made it, so it should be good," Henrik told him.
Chris laughed and ate a spoonful. "Are they making fun of your cooking?" he asked. "Again?"
"Always," Henrik told him. "They don't stop."
Chris chuckled and leaned slightly into Nick, who was sitting down next to him. Henrik gave the older Swede a bowl as well and a spoon, and Nick wrapped an arm around Chris and slowly started to eat.
"It is good," Chris said after a few bites.
"You sound surprised."
"I'm not. Just commenting."
Nick glanced at him briefly, and then at Henrik. When Chris yawned, only a few moments later, he gently pulled the spoon out of his hand and put it down. "Enough excitement for one day," he said gently and helped him stand.
It would be a few days until Chris was completely healthy again, he knew, but that was just one of the risks of hunting Demons.
A risk the Wizards willingly took, knowing that their Companion and the Wardens would be there when needed to keep them safe.
And they would.
He watched as Chris curled up under the blankets and reached for Kris, his fingers sliding gently over the other man's chest while murmuring gently to the still unconscious Companion.
It was dangerous hunting Demons, but they all had to do what they had to do, despite the risks.
This time, they had been lucky and nobody had been killed.
There was no guarantee it would go like this the next time.
~End.
Authors Ginny and Kathie (Yakihngenit)
Word Count: 12,723 words
Warnings: RPS, Slash, AU, Magic
Rating: FRAO
Fandoms involved: House MD, RPS Hockey
Pairings: Chris Osgood/Kris Draper, Andreas Lilja/Nick Lidstrom, Chris Osgood/Nick Lidstrom, Steve Yzerman/Brendan Shanahan, Pavel Datsyuk/Henrik Zetterberg, Chris Osgood/Nick Lidstrom
(teams: Red Wings, NY Rangers, Buffalo Sabres mentioned)
Summary:
It is dangerous to hunt Demons, but someone has to do it – it is the Wizards that protect people from the things that go bump in the night.
Author’s Notes: We wanted to write something together again, and we didn't want to decide between RPS and FPS, so we just did both.
Chris moaned softly, fighting to wake up. He opened his eyes for a second before closing them again tightly. He felt horrible. His entire body hurt and he was pretty sure that if he sat up he'd be violently ill. What had happened? And why did he feel so odd?
"Hey there," he heard a voice next to his ear, and a hand brushed his hair out of his forehead. "How are you feeling?"
"Terrible," he whimpered from between clenched teeth, only belatedly realizing that the voice was that of Mac. "What happened?"
"The demon got you pretty bad," Mac muttered and brushed his hand over Chris' hair again. "Can you sit up and drink some water?"
He grimaced but nodded once. He slowly pushed himself up, grateful when Mac caught him when his arms buckled. "How long?"
"Almost two days," Mac replied and rubbed his back soothingly with one hand while holding the cup for him with the other. Chris took a few careful sips before turning his head away, thereby noticing Kris, who was still unconscious.
"What happened?" Chris snapped, dropping the cup and pulling away from Mac. He reached for Kris as he tried to look at the magic around them and then froze. "Why is my magic gone?"
"Because you knocked Drapes out and gave him a concussion," Mac replied calmly and retrieved the cup. "Don't worry, your magic will be back. Soon."
"I hurt him?" Chris whispered in horror.
"You knocked him back," Mac tried to correct himself. "And he hit his head."
Chris looked between Kris and Mac, trying hard to remember. He jerked away, half falling from the bed as he tried to get out of the room. He crashed to the floor halfway across, managing to barely grab the trashcan before throwing up. "I hurt both of you."
"It's not your fault," Mac soothed and knelt down to rub his back soothingly. "Calm down. Do you want me to call someone?"
"Steve?" Chris asked. He needed to make sure the demon had been destroyed properly.
"Okay," Mac said and stood. He opened the door and called out, "Steve? Chris is awake; he wants to talk to you."
"Hey," Steve greeted, forcing himself to smile. "You're not supposed to be out of bed yet."
"What happened?" Chris asked weakly and wrapped his fingers in Steve's sleeve.
"You were poisoned," Steve said. "We got House here, but it was still worse than I'd thought. You're going to be fine now."
"Was the demon destroyed?"
"Yeah. After some complications."
"What kind of complications?" he asked, not caring that he was sitting in the middle of the bedroom floor.
Steve hesitated briefly. "Drapes got involved. He caught your fever."
"That's not possible," Chris said in disbelief. "The connection would have to be so strong that it would burn the wizard out within weeks."
"You were on your way there. Mac put a stop on it - he contained you just in time," Steve said calmly. "It took us a while to figure this whole mess out - we had to fly in a few wizards from New York. But you'll be fine, and Kris will be fine too." He smiled faintly. "Next time you're planning on taking out a Level Three Demon? Please call for backup, okay?"
"I thought it was a level six," Chris said. "Maybe barely a five."
"Just be careful," Steve said. "I really don't want to go shopping for a new goalie right now."
Chris nodded and thought for a moment. "Kris," he then realized. "You said he got my fever. What else?"
"You were bound very tightly," Steve told him. "You were feverish and your magic was getting out of control and he wasn't happy that Mac bound your magic. Lils thought it best to slip a sedative into his water. It had the added bonus of calming you down a bit too. That's how close you two were."
Chris thought for a moment. He knew perfectly well the risks and dangers of a bond that close, and how it could affect a Companion.
"He's going to be pissed that Lils drugged him," he slowly said. "And he's going to have a really bad headache."
"And a concussion," Steve repeated. "I think it's safe to say that he'll be out of the line up for at least a week. Here and on the ice."
"Help me up," Chris requested.
Steve and Mac, who had lurked in the background, grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet.
"You're going to have fun washing off all these spells," Mac grinned and brushed his thumb over Chris' chest. "How's your shoulder feeling?"
Chris twisted it slightly. "Stiff, but not horrible."
"Good," Steve said with a grin. "We let Henrik fix it. His first injury of that kind."
"Not funny," Chris muttered.
"No, but he has to learn," Steve pointed out. "We let him fix your shoulder and where Drapes bit Aaron's arm when he woke up."
"He what?" Chris asked.
"Bit his arm."
"Why?"
Steve hesitated briefly. He didn't want to tell Oz all the details, not wanting to worry him too much.
"What happened? Steve, tell me the truth," Chris demanded weakly.
"Aaron was trying to keep you under and reached over him," Steve said with a sigh. "The bond you created was strong enough to make him act. He thought you were being attacked and tried to defend you."
"That's why he's still unconscious," Chris realized.
Steve just nodded.
He sighed deeply. "I really screwed up."
"A bit," Steve agreed. "Next time, please, call for back up. If not for yourself, then for Kris."
Chris nodded. "Will he...will he be okay?" he asked. It didn't matter that he knew the answer. He needed to hear the words right now.
"He'll be fine, Ozzie," Mac spoke up, hating to see his friend so distressed.
Steve just nodded.
"And my magic?" Chris asked them.
Mac shrugged. "Two weeks, maybe three, and it will be back. As soon as the containment spells fade."
"That long," he said, swallowing hard.
"You'll survive," Steve replied. "Talk to Lils, you know he was contained for almost a year a few years back."
"I know," he whispered. "It's fine. I won't complain."
"Good," Steve smiled and squeezed his elbow. "And if you feel up to it, you can come to practice tomorrow and let Jimmy tell you all about the game yesterday."
"Did we win?" he asked, standing slowly.
"Hmm," Steve said, non-committally. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Shower," he said. "Then back to sleep."
"You want one of us to go with you, to make sure you don't fall?" Steve asked.
"I'll be okay," he said. "I'm moving slowly."
"Are you sure?" Mac asked quietly. "Nick, maybe?"
"We'd feel better if you weren't alone," Steve told him.
Chris sighed. "Okay, if it makes you happy," he grumbled and ran a hand through his hair. "I'll be in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, okay?"
"Okay," Mac agreed.
Chris took a step toward the door before turning around again. "Are you guys keeping something from me?" he asked.
"Chris," Steve asked. "Would we do that?"
"If you think it's for the best, yes, without hesitating," Chris replied and raised his eyebrows. "Are you?"
"No," Steve said. "Nothing important. Now go brush your teeth. You and Nick haven't done anything in a while."
Chris ducked his head slightly.
"Have you?" Steve asked.
"No," Chris admitted. "He has other responsibilities to take care of. I understand that."
Mac rolled his eyes slightly. "Go," he said. "We'll send Nick in and I'll keep an eye on Kris."
Chris didn't bother protesting. He just slowly picked his way to the bathroom and picked up his toothbrush.
He scratched lightly at the runes lining his skin. He'd focus on just being happy he was still alive.
A moment later, Nick slipped into the room and greeted Chris with a smile.
"Hi," Chris said to him, leaning against the sink.
"Hej," Nick replied. "You need help scrubbing those runes off?"
"That would be good," he agreed. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," Nick promised and started to collect towels and other things from around the bathroom while Chris finished brushing his teeth.
Chris rubbed the palm of his hands against his eyes. He wasn't going to complain, but it bothered him to not see the lines of magic he usually saw in people.
"Chris?" Nick asked softly behind him. "You coming?"
"I am," he said, taking the hand the other man offered. He let out a small sigh as the hot water ran over him.
"Want me to do the scrubbing?" Nick asked close to his ear.
Chris pressed back against him and nodded.
Nick nodded as well and started to wash away the runes on Chris' body. Soon Chris' skin was reddened, but the ink faded only slowly.
"They were thorough," he remarked.
"Feels like it," Chris gasped and flinched slightly as Nick applied a little bit more pressure to one of the more stubborn marks.
"Sorry," Nick apologized, running his fingers lightly over the red skin.
Chris shuddered at the sensation and turned around. One of his hands came up and tangled in Nick's wet hair, and he used his grip to pull Nick into a deep kiss.
Nick wrapped his hands around Chris' waist, his hands gliding over the wet skin as their tongues danced around each other.
"I missed you," Chris murmured as he tore away and blinked water out of his eyes.
Nick brushed his fingers over Chris' forehead, pushing the wet hair away as he smiled softly at him. "Missed you too.'
Chris bit his lip briefly before kissing Nick again.
"Let's finish getting you cleaned up," Nick whispered when they finally broke apart.
Chris nodded and closed his eyes as a wave of exhaustion swept over him. As much as he wanted to do more with Nick, he realized that he was too tired to do so, anyways.
"In a few days," Nick promised him in a whisper. He turned the water off and grabbed the towels. "When you can keep your eyes open."
Chris chuckled weakly and leaned against Nick. "Sorry for falling asleep on you," he murmured. "How does my back look?"
"Red, mostly," Nick admitted and wrapped one of the towels around Chris' waist. "You'll need another shower to wash those off completely."
"In the morning," he said.
"Want me to stop by before practice?" Nick asked and gently brushed another towel over Chris' face, to wipe the water away.
"If you have time, that would be great," he agreed. "Thank you."
"For you? Always." Nick ran the towel quickly over Chris' hair before drying himself.
Chris reached for the soft sweatshirt and pulled it over his head. He took in a deep breath as he stood up straighter. The shower had helped, he decided.
"You already look much better," Nick said and reached out to run his fingers through Chris' hair, making it stick up wildly. "Sleep a few hours, and you'll be as good as new?"
"Almost," he agreed.
"Drapes will be fine in a few days," Nick promised and folded the used towels neatly. "You ready for bed, or do you want to eat something first?"
"I think I'll eat," Chris decided. "I'll call Malts and ask him to visit once Kris is awake. That always makes him feel better."
Nick nodded. "You do that," he agreed and guided Chris into the kitchen. "Do we have any of the soup left?" he asked the man who was busy wiping down the counter.
"Already warming up," he answered.
He turned to Chris and offered a small smile. "How's your shoulder?" he asked.
Chris shrugged. It almost didn't hurt anymore. "Almost perfect," he promised. "You did good work there, Henrik."
The younger goalie grinned at him. "Thank you."
Chris laughed and sat down. "Why are you cleaning my kitchen?" he asked. "Not that I'm complaining, but..."
"Keeping busy," he said.
Chris nodded and reached for the spoon that the younger man handed him.
"Dru made it, so it should be good," Henrik told him.
Chris laughed and ate a spoonful. "Are they making fun of your cooking?" he asked. "Again?"
"Always," Henrik told him. "They don't stop."
Chris chuckled and leaned slightly into Nick, who was sitting down next to him. Henrik gave the older Swede a bowl as well and a spoon, and Nick wrapped an arm around Chris and slowly started to eat.
"It is good," Chris said after a few bites.
"You sound surprised."
"I'm not. Just commenting."
Nick glanced at him briefly, and then at Henrik. When Chris yawned, only a few moments later, he gently pulled the spoon out of his hand and put it down. "Enough excitement for one day," he said gently and helped him stand.
It would be a few days until Chris was completely healthy again, he knew, but that was just one of the risks of hunting Demons.
A risk the Wizards willingly took, knowing that their Companion and the Wardens would be there when needed to keep them safe.
And they would.
He watched as Chris curled up under the blankets and reached for Kris, his fingers sliding gently over the other man's chest while murmuring gently to the still unconscious Companion.
It was dangerous hunting Demons, but they all had to do what they had to do, despite the risks.
This time, they had been lucky and nobody had been killed.
There was no guarantee it would go like this the next time.
~End.
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Date: 2008-08-18 10:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-19 02:20 am (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2008-08-18 10:56 pm (UTC)I really hope there is more from this vers, cuz I really like it.
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Date: 2008-08-19 02:21 am (UTC)Yes, there is more from this 'verse. In fact, we're writing on more right now...it's going to be a wild ride. :)
~The teasing half of
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Date: 2008-08-19 10:51 pm (UTC)Wild rides are fun.;)
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Date: 2008-08-18 11:16 pm (UTC)Also Drapes biting Aaron is hysterical... mostly because I can see him play-biting him in real life. Because he's silly like that. =]
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Date: 2008-08-19 02:23 am (UTC)We're definitely writing on more stories for this AU. It's going to be a ...um...wild, fun ride. :)
~the teasing half of
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Date: 2008-08-19 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-18 11:16 pm (UTC)*hugs the verse* See now I want backstory :D
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Date: 2008-08-19 02:25 am (UTC)*laugh* what kind of backstory? We're writing on something that's going to be a sequel right now, but if the right bunny bites...you know how it is! :)
How are you?
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Date: 2008-08-19 02:47 am (UTC)Is pointedly NOT looking at pile of Pack!verse notebooksOoh, sequel! *pokes self to get Evil!Oz posted at some point*
I are fab :D Just got back from supper with Mother-unit and her friends. And I'm going on three days off :D AND I'll being playing hockey for two of those days :D *needs to get fit again*
You, madam? *offers you delicious Chai tea*
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Date: 2008-08-19 03:04 am (UTC)*gently pokes you too for Evil!Oz and lots of pack!verse*
:) Yay you! Yay for supper and double yay for hockey!
Me? I got to watch a perfectly chaotic hockey game, got a pile of bunnies (Jason Jaspers FTW!!) and can't wait for the regular season to start :D I'm good. :)
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Date: 2008-08-19 03:45 am (UTC)Aye, well, I need to get fic posted *sigh* since I haven't in a while. I have the challenges to work on too... And organizing my pack!verse notes. Oh werewolves, you're complicated...
*pokes them too* YES! Moar is good.