TITLE: A Life In Reverse 1/?
AUTHORS: Sam (Lestrade42)
RATING: PG-13
FEEDBACK: I have an enormous amount of fic stuffed into my head because I haven't had time to write. Please tell me you still love me.
DISCLAIMER: All established characters (Micki, Ryan, Jack, Johnny, Lewis etc....) belong to Frank Mancuso, Jr. Kate Brannigan is a creation of Karen. All others belong to me.
EXPLANATION: Stuff bad, shop crew good.
This story came to me (literally) as I bent over to pick up a newspaper in the driveway. I think it's a combined frustration due to a haunted computer, a semi-broken A drive, a corrupted disk, a dusty 'Back To The Future' DVD and the fact I'm out of new "Stargate SG-1" episodes.
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Fire... smoke... screaming... God, it hurts... bitter... What are you doing to me... Pain... so much pain... God, make it stop... No!
~*~
"No!" Kate bolted upright. Sweat dripped down her face, her nightgown clung to her chest. She looked around the room quickly. With a deep sigh, she brushed her hair out of her face.
"Kate," a voice called from next to her.
"I'm okay. It was just a nightmare."
The man next to her sat up. "You sure?" He put his hands on her shoulders. "God, you're shaking."
"I'll be fine."
As he laid down, Kate laid her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her protectively.
" 'Night Kate."
" 'Night Ryan."
~*~
"And police are still baffled by the ever increasing crime rate of Chicago. Within the last fourteen years, the murder rate in the city has almost quadrupled. The FBI has been called in to consult on a string of what are bring called 'cult crimes'. A curfew has been set..."
Kate rolled over and turned off the radio alarm.
"Hey, I was listening to that. Always nice to hear news about the old hometown."
"I'm just glad you don't live there anymore. Besides, some of us have to do some work today."
"And some of us were praying for another snow day." Ryan rolled over and leaned up on one elbow. "You gotta love Philly winters."
"I've got a deadline." Kate stared up at him.
"Ah. So that's why the nightmares."
"Maybe. I have been having some writers block."
Ryan leaned down. "I have a cure for that, you know." He wiggled his eyebrows.
She laughed. "As I recall, all of your cures for everything involve you and some form of flirtation."
"What are you talking about?"
"I ended up on a date with you because I was experiencing a creative dry spell."
"All I suggested was that you should try a different brand of oil paint. Besides," he playfully traced his fingers down her arm, "you got over it."
"And your proposal of marriage came just after I was contracted by Gateworld Comics."
"Well, they adored you for your twisted mind. I just wanted to get you into bed."
"Which brings us to our daughter..." Kate glanced at the clock, "who will be waking up in about ten minutes."
"Plenty of time."
Kate laughed again. "Come on, Mr. Dallion. The future artists of America look to you for instruction."
Ryan sighed and quickly kissed Kate's nose. "And those same people will be looking to you to corrupt their minds with sarcasm and evil deeds."
"We're the perfect team."
~*~
Kate closed the front door quietly behind her. The paperboy's aim was getting worse. At least today, though, it actually landed on the property... if a little obscured by Ryan's car sitting in the driveway. She rested her hand on the bumper as she reached for the paper...
... "Ryan!" Kate screamed as a set of hands grabbed her. She kicked out with her left foot, taking whoever it was by surprise. She dropped to the ground and reached for the car. Her hand was wrapped around the bumper as another set of hands grabbed her face. A sickeningly sweet smell filled her nostrils. She started to choke...
Kate shook her head. "Whoa." She stood up slowly and hugged the newspaper to her chest. She took a few deep breaths before going back to the house.
"Hey there!" A short woman ran up the sidewalk.
Kate half smiled. "Hey Carol."
"You all right? You look like you've seen a ghost." She brushed a lock of short red hair behind her ear.
"No, I'm fine." Kate sighed. "Have you... ever had this weird kinda deja vu?"
"You're gonna have to unpack that one for me." Carol adjusted the large satchel on her shoulder.
"Like, you're doing something and suddenly you think to yourself, I shouldn't be doing this. It's not right. Like, it's not your life."
All the while Kate was explaining, Carol was nodding her head.
"Do you know what I mean," Kate asked.
Carol nodded a few more times, "Nope."
Kate frowned. "Some partner you are."
"I'm an inker, not a shrink. Come on, we've got a serious deadline."
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AUTHORS: Sam (Lestrade42)
RATING: PG-13
FEEDBACK: I have an enormous amount of fic stuffed into my head because I haven't had time to write. Please tell me you still love me.
DISCLAIMER: All established characters (Micki, Ryan, Jack, Johnny, Lewis etc....) belong to Frank Mancuso, Jr. Kate Brannigan is a creation of Karen. All others belong to me.
EXPLANATION: Stuff bad, shop crew good.
This story came to me (literally) as I bent over to pick up a newspaper in the driveway. I think it's a combined frustration due to a haunted computer, a semi-broken A drive, a corrupted disk, a dusty 'Back To The Future' DVD and the fact I'm out of new "Stargate SG-1" episodes.
___________________________________________________________________________
Fire... smoke... screaming... God, it hurts... bitter... What are you doing to me... Pain... so much pain... God, make it stop... No!
~*~
"No!" Kate bolted upright. Sweat dripped down her face, her nightgown clung to her chest. She looked around the room quickly. With a deep sigh, she brushed her hair out of her face.
"Kate," a voice called from next to her.
"I'm okay. It was just a nightmare."
The man next to her sat up. "You sure?" He put his hands on her shoulders. "God, you're shaking."
"I'll be fine."
As he laid down, Kate laid her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her protectively.
" 'Night Kate."
" 'Night Ryan."
~*~
"And police are still baffled by the ever increasing crime rate of Chicago. Within the last fourteen years, the murder rate in the city has almost quadrupled. The FBI has been called in to consult on a string of what are bring called 'cult crimes'. A curfew has been set..."
Kate rolled over and turned off the radio alarm.
"Hey, I was listening to that. Always nice to hear news about the old hometown."
"I'm just glad you don't live there anymore. Besides, some of us have to do some work today."
"And some of us were praying for another snow day." Ryan rolled over and leaned up on one elbow. "You gotta love Philly winters."
"I've got a deadline." Kate stared up at him.
"Ah. So that's why the nightmares."
"Maybe. I have been having some writers block."
Ryan leaned down. "I have a cure for that, you know." He wiggled his eyebrows.
She laughed. "As I recall, all of your cures for everything involve you and some form of flirtation."
"What are you talking about?"
"I ended up on a date with you because I was experiencing a creative dry spell."
"All I suggested was that you should try a different brand of oil paint. Besides," he playfully traced his fingers down her arm, "you got over it."
"And your proposal of marriage came just after I was contracted by Gateworld Comics."
"Well, they adored you for your twisted mind. I just wanted to get you into bed."
"Which brings us to our daughter..." Kate glanced at the clock, "who will be waking up in about ten minutes."
"Plenty of time."
Kate laughed again. "Come on, Mr. Dallion. The future artists of America look to you for instruction."
Ryan sighed and quickly kissed Kate's nose. "And those same people will be looking to you to corrupt their minds with sarcasm and evil deeds."
"We're the perfect team."
~*~
Kate closed the front door quietly behind her. The paperboy's aim was getting worse. At least today, though, it actually landed on the property... if a little obscured by Ryan's car sitting in the driveway. She rested her hand on the bumper as she reached for the paper...
... "Ryan!" Kate screamed as a set of hands grabbed her. She kicked out with her left foot, taking whoever it was by surprise. She dropped to the ground and reached for the car. Her hand was wrapped around the bumper as another set of hands grabbed her face. A sickeningly sweet smell filled her nostrils. She started to choke...
Kate shook her head. "Whoa." She stood up slowly and hugged the newspaper to her chest. She took a few deep breaths before going back to the house.
"Hey there!" A short woman ran up the sidewalk.
Kate half smiled. "Hey Carol."
"You all right? You look like you've seen a ghost." She brushed a lock of short red hair behind her ear.
"No, I'm fine." Kate sighed. "Have you... ever had this weird kinda deja vu?"
"You're gonna have to unpack that one for me." Carol adjusted the large satchel on her shoulder.
"Like, you're doing something and suddenly you think to yourself, I shouldn't be doing this. It's not right. Like, it's not your life."
All the while Kate was explaining, Carol was nodding her head.
"Do you know what I mean," Kate asked.
Carol nodded a few more times, "Nope."
Kate frowned. "Some partner you are."
"I'm an inker, not a shrink. Come on, we've got a serious deadline."
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