IMPORTANT PSA, PLEASE READ: This is the main reason for this update, I just included a little short I wrote cause why not and this way I'm also not technically breaking the rules or whatever.
I know it's been almost two years since I've done basically anything on here, and I know a few of you regulars are probably wondering what happened to me. I can't remember if I ever said so on here, though I might've, but back in '13 I made an AO3 account to broaden my reach and was cross-posting everything. After a few years though, I moved entirely to just using AO3. And that's where I've been.
So here's my shout-out to you guys to let you know where I am, because TBH I don't think I'll be using FF to post things at all anymore.
I'm under the same handle: TekeoMiona
I won't delete this account, bc I still read fics here occasionally, so you can still reach me here if you want. Just can't read anything new here.
Alright, anyway. Enjoy this little slice-of-Harlow-life. Hope to see you guys soon.
*DISCLAIMER* I make no claim to own Tremors or its characters. They are the property of Universal Studios. No profit is made from this writing.
The one thing Harlow missed, living in Bixby, NV and spending his days in nearby Perfection, was hearing his name. Not that he hated the name everyone knew him by; afterall, he'd chosen it himself. But there was something overwhelmingly calming about picking up the phone and hearing the name from his old life float through from someone who really knew him. Relief, giddyness, on a bad day intoxication, would all flood through him.
Some days he wondered if maybe he should tell them. Why he was really here, who he really was. Would it really be that bad? If they knew the truth? He hadn't planned on becoming so close to these people when he first came here, hadn't planned on it taking this long. When it started, it was just another job. In and out, change some lives for the better in-between, and celebrate another payday.
It was too late now, though. Anything he said would be met with paranoia and distrust. Not that he could blame them, of course. There was so much mystery and subterfuge surrounding their valley and their everyday lives, and they didn't even know as much of it as he did. He wouldn't trust him either.
However it ended though, however exiled and shunned he became for his actions, win or lose, Harlow knew one thing with absolute certainty.
It would be worth it.