For those of you who might not know, I'm a (self) published author. And I write series of books. Which means I have ideas swimming in my skull-helmet all the time. But it's been so long since I've had my Lena fix, and I've been dared to write a story using one of my more obscure ideas. So I decided...what the heck. I'll have the Adams Fosters help me write my fiction.
So this is basically a real author using someone else's written characters to write their own work.
This story is not meant to resemble any other existing work of fiction. I apologize in advance if it does.
Set after they moved into the house and before the twins showed up.
Please review.
Prologue
Lena Adams cleared the plates off the dinner table as she waited for either the front doorbell or her phone to ring. Brandon and Mike were staying with Stef's father for the weekend, and the policewoman had made an arrest on her way home from work.
Which was the "perfect" way to start their weekend.
The Vice Principal had set the table, dimmed the lights, lit the candles...and then realized her mate would not be home for a few more hours.
Officer Stef Foster had been involved in booking no less than thirty people that evening. The bureaucracy of that statement alone was a daunting affair.
"I didn't mean to worry you," the officer had sighed on the phone while someone screamed bloody murder in the background, "but half the station's out with the flu and it looks like I'll have to-"
"I'll wait up," the curly-haired woman had insisted, "do what you have to, and come home to me."
Lena sat alone in the living-room after she had called Brandon, and pulled up the lid on her laptop. It had been ages since she had looked at her manuscript, and she decided to type out a blurb just to remind herself of the story she had written – and abandoned – as a freshman in college.
Aless – an Elven Angel – has one more task to complete before she earns her wings: ferry the soul of a recently-departed human to heaven. But on the one day that she arrives early for an assignment, she realizes that the human she was assigned to was...astoundingly beautiful.
Lucia was supposed to die, but she didn't. And when she woke up, a strange being with pointy ears and the most delicious-looking lips has flung her over her shoulder and seems to be running away from something.
Aless has broken two very important rules of the Angel world: the first is not to fall in love with a human. The second, more grave one, is that she should not ever stop a death from happening.
Both girls are on the run from the Seraphim, whose mission is to make sure Lucia's fate continues as planned, and to cast Aless down to Hell.
150-ish words was a brief yet acceptable length for a blurb, and as Lena read the story again she couldn't help but notice that her mental vision of Lucia had changed.
"Stefanie Marie," the gorgeous woman thought to herself, "you've permeated my fictional realm, you naughty-"
DINNNNNNNG-DOOOOOOONG.
Lena leapt from the couch and ran to the door. Stef looked like she'd ran a marathon on her knees, and like she'd collapse onto the nearest piece of furniture. She almost did, and had it not been for Lena's welcome-home kiss she'd have curled up on the welcome mat and blacked out for the rest of the weekend.
Their lips parted and the blonde grunted something. Lena had seen enough of "those after-work days" to know what it meant.
Couch, aspirin, water.
"My feet probably stink," Stef warned her girlfriend as she fiddled with the laces on her raised boots.
"But they kick ass," Lena smiled as she tugged the footwear off.
The socks were next, as Stef threw her jacket across the room and exhaled like she'd been holding her breath all day. The water and pill were ready, and she let the sofa cushions absorb her once more when she had consumed them.
And then she noticed something.
"You've been writing!"
Lena blushed and reached for the laptop, but the blonde's hand caught her before she could put it away.
"Stef!" She complained. "It's not ready yet!"
"Is that a blurb?"
"I haven't touched the main story in ages," the curly-haired one sighed, "I seriously don't think I'll ever finish it."
"Read it to me."
"No," the educator insisted, "recover from your headache and we can spend the weekend in bed. Doing more...important things."
The policewoman's core was thrilled at the thought...but she wasn't so easily swayed.
"We have the whole weekend to do that. Read me the story, and I'll be your ink-groupie forever. Just...make sure you impress me."
She slowly reached down to her waist...and buckled up her belt. Tight.
"That's not fair!" Lena complained.
"Isn't it?" The blonde reached for one of her discarded boots. "The longer you wait, the more clothes I'll put on."
The teacher batted the footwear away with one arm and picked the device up with the other. "You win. Just...make room on the couch for me."
They shuffled around – Stef's headache was retreating with the advance of the aspirin – and finally settled into a favored position.
Lena sat up, and Stef's head was placed on her torso. A small-ish sofa cushion was placed on the blonde's crown, where rested the laptop.
"Oh boy," Lena sighed as she found the first chapter of her story, "here goes."
