A/N: Sorry for the long wait folks! Thanks for being so patient. –elsa
Cath nibbled on her lip as she watched Levi at the stove. She wanted to just stop thinking. She really did. Why didn't brains come with off switches? Then she could simply focus on spending time with Levi and having dinner. Focus on enjoying what was supposed to be special.
"You okay, Cather?" Levi called over his shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. "What are you making anyhow?"
"Spaghetti," he said, turning a bit to give her a smile.
"Sounds good," Cath said, trying to infuse enthusiasm into her tone and failing. "How was your day?"
"Nothing special," he said with a shrug. "Yours?"
"It was all right," she said, leaning back against the counter. "Is there anything I can help with?"
"Want to butter the garlic bread for me?"
She nodded and went over to start working on it, hoping maybe being so close to food would distract her.
"So, nothing going on?" Levi asked as he dipped a spoon into the sauce and then brought it back to his mouth.
"Just…I don't know," Cath whispered, moving her lip back between her teeth as she worked on slicing open the bread.
Levi had moved away from the stove, coming over to lay a hand on her shoulder.
"You can tell me anything, sweetheart. Bad day?" His eyes were fixed on hers, studying her for signs of what had gone wrong. "Seriously, need me to pull the pasta off the stove and go have a talk first? I don't mind."
Cath gave him a half smile and shook her head. "No. I'm hungry, and it smells great. It's just—I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't be in college."
Levi laughed for a moment before noticing she wasn't laughing with him.
"Oh, you're serious. Cather, you're brilliant!" he exclaimed. "What's making you think that?"
She sighed. "Well, I just was told my writing wasn't very good today. And then in my journalism class…well I figured out just how much I hate journalism. I mean—what am I even going to do in the real world?" Cath sighed and decided to just stop talking, too worried she might dissolve into tears as she'd done earlier.
"Aw, you'll figure it out sweetheart," Levi promised. "You're doing fine right now. Can't let one bad day get you down. Now, what's this about your writing not being very good?"
"Just some people in my writing class being critical. I feel like I'm the worst writer in there."
Levi shook his head. "Can't possibly be true! I'm sure your stuff is great. Here, you go read it to me while I finish up the pasta. I'll give you a better opinion than any stuck up English major."
Cath smiled. "You do know you're biased right?"
"So?" Levi said. "Go sit down and read to me while I finish. Besides, if I don't go back to the stove that pasta is going to boil over."
Cath sighed before going over to find her backpack, pulling her laptop out. She winced as she looked at her work again, already catching a few awful mistakes. If she had any other original works on her, she'd probably have chosen to read one of those instead. But there was no stopping now.
She started reading. It was different from when she read her fanfiction. Or perhaps more like the first time she read him fanfiction. She was tense, nervous. She stumbled over a few words. But when she glanced up to see his smile still there, Cath began to gain some confidence.
Continuing on, she allowed herself to focus on Levi rather than the flaws she kept seeing no matter how far she read. His adoring looks were enough to give her the strength to finish.
When she finished Levi was just dishing up the spaghetti. She waited a moment, anticipating his reaction.
"Well, I'll say that I've read things of yours I think are better, mostly because I sensed you didn't have as much passion in writing that," Levi said. "But it's still better than anything I could write or most anyone else for that matter."
"Thanks," Cath said with a sigh, snapping her laptop shut.
Levi pushed a plate in front of her. "Here, food will make you forget for a bit."
Normally, that probably would have been the case. There was nothing like eating a homemade meal on an empty stomach. But Cath's mind kept churning out possibilities. She couldn't stop thinking about how next Friday was going to go, reading another creative excerpt to the class, facing criticism again.
Levi had tried to keep conversation flowing. He told her about the weird people who'd come in to Starbucks, talked about how much he was enjoying his classes, rambled about wanting to watch another episode of Cornelius with Reagan. But eventually he stopped.
"This is really bothering you, sweetheart?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing as he watched Cath's fork drift through the remnants of spaghetti littering her plate.
"A little bit," Cath admitted, biting her lip. "I just don't know how I'm supposed to make it through the semester like this."
"You're a brilliant writer," Levi said. He reached out and took her hand. "You'll have some good days and bad days."
"I'm a good fanfiction writer. It's not real writing," Cath said.
Levi smiled. "Just because your professor says that doesn't make it true. You have lots of people who love your fanfiction, and I bet you'd have a lot who'd love your fiction pieces too. Don't get so down on yourself."
Unsure what else to say, she settled for shrugging.
"No, I'm not letting you sit there and feel like you're a failure. You're great! Your piece for class was great! Now, we're finding a more permanent solution for this."
He frowned and thought for a moment. Cath sighed and took his plate to go over to the sink and wash up. Levi was clearly still in the process of thinking.
"I've got it! Can't you just put some of your normal writing on fanfixx for people to read?" Levi asked. "I bet you'd get some pretty good feedback."
"FanFixx . net is for works in fandoms only," Cath said with a smile. "They'll just take it down if I put up something original."
Levi reached up to run a hand through his hair. "Um…isn't there an original works fanfic site though? That's connected with fanfixx? Like fix . net or something?"
"Fixpress?" Cath said, looking up from her washing with a frown. "I've never used it."
Levi stood up and went over to her bag to snatch her laptop. He opened it up and typed in the right password. Cath just rolled her eyes but let him, watching curiously over his shoulder as he went to fanfixx and then pressed a link to the connected site.
"Here, see, you can just connect your two accounts. And then, you can post your stuff and you'll have some more unbiased readers tell you what they think."
"Levi, it's not that big of a deal," Cath protested.
"Nope. I'm going to put it on here whether you want it or not." He looked up and smiled. "Hey, if you have less than ten reviews or three negative reviews at the end of the week, we can take it down and never repeat this again. But for now, let's try this and see how you do! I bet it will be great!"
His enthusiasm was semi-contagious. Cath just shook her head and sighed. "Fine."
Levi pumped his fist and whooped before moving to upload the document.
"You have a title for this?" he asked.
"Oh…um…just call it 'Catching the Train,'" Cath said with a shrug. She didn't really care at this point.
"Perfect. Um, why don't you take over marking it how you want, rating and all that."
Cath set the dishes down and came over to take over. Before Levi could take over the dishes, she grabbed his arm and pulled him in for a light kiss.
"Even if this doesn't work, thank you for trying," Cath said.
"Anything for you, sweetheart. Now, go post that. I'll check on your account and see if you don't," he said with a smile and a wink.
"Should I just stop reading to you now that you seem to have it handled yourself?" Cath said.
Levi's jaw dropped open. "What no! That's only on your really short ones like Confidence. You can't stop reading Just What the Doctor Ordered! It's too good! No! Please don't do that to me!"
His eyes had widened, lips making a pout that could make a toddler jealous.
"Alright," Cath conceded. "I wouldn't torture you that way. I'm not some sadist like Madeline Devine."
"Hey, no spoilers!" Levi said. "I haven't gotten to the episode where the arch nemesis is introduced!"
Cath giggled. "Sorry. Anyhow, I'll post it. I promise.'
"You'd better," Levi said. "Now, you still hungry enough for dessert?"
She turned her head slightly to smile at the sight of a small tub of her favorite flavor of ice cream.
"You know me too well," she said with a smile.
Levi winked as he grabbed two spoons out of a drawer. "That I do. Now, do you magic Cather. And we can celebrate your first publishing as a 'real' writer."
Cath just turned back to the laptop to type in the words she wanted to on warnings and a small description, marking it as complete before hesitating over the publish button. Her heart was racing, and she swallowed down her fear before hitting the button, sending her work out into cyberspace for the world to read.
Levi pushed the tub at her with her spoon already embedded in the ice cream.
"Have some. And then after that, tell your Chatter and fanfixx friends about this page so they'll come read it."
Cath sighed but dug into the ice cream. A little distraction did sound nice. She savored the smooth creamy dessert. If only life's biggest problem was ice cream melting too quickly. Wouldn't that be perfect?
Twenty-seven.
That was the number of reviews on "Catching the Train."
She stared at it again, disbelieving. And considering not every reader reviewed, that was fairly impressive. Once she hit the week, she'd be likely to have more than thirty. Levi had been right apparently.
Great stuff. Keep going! I want more!
Cath was incapable of hiding a smile at the beautiful bits of encouragement from both old fans and new ones. Somehow one short segment about a man waiting for a train had managed to snare the attention of hundreds.
There was a knock at the door.
Cath looked up and frowned. She wasn't due to meet Thomas in the lobby until six. The clock read 5:43.
"Come in," she called.
Reagan looked up from where she'd been laying on her bed, half asleep.
The door opened and Lauryn peeked in, eyes going wide behind her glasses.
"Oh, hey! Wasn't disturbing you was I?"
"Too late now," Reagan muttered, rolling over and burying her face in her pillow.
Cath smiled. "Hey, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, um I'm stuck on the fiction homework and thought I'd stop by to see how you're doing on it."
"And how did you find my room?" Cath asked. She looked down at her phone. "You could have just texted me."
Lauryn grinned. "Oh, yeah well…I know people who can find that information." She gave a wink before putting a finger to her lips. "Anyhow, can you help?"
"Sure," Cath offered. "Or well…for a bit. I'm going to dinner with Thomas in about fifteen minutes."
"Oooh, he's kind of cute!" Lauryn giggled. "Is it a date?"
Reagan's head shot up and she glared at Cath. "What?"
"No!" Cath said. "I have a boyfriend. It's just a chance to chat about our fanfictions."
"Oooh! Can I come?"
Feeling suddenly very uncomfortable with the way Reagan was staring at her Cath just decided to agree. After all, Lauryn liked fanfiction. She'd be a good addition to their conversation.
"Sure," Cath said. "You can give me advice on my journalism piece."
"Great! It's settled then." Lauryn beamed before glancing at Reagan. "Oh um, I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot. I'm Lauryn by the way."
"Reagan." She was still frowning, but had relaxed some, laying back down.
"Oh, great. Well, Cath, maybe we should let her sleep and go talk in the lobby? I mean we don't have that much time anyways."
Cath nodded and gathered up her wallet, phone, and keys before following Lauryn to the door.
"Bye Reagan," she said.
The other girl just grunted as Cath closed the door behind her.
"Oh my gosh, so I normally don't do this, but your roommate—" Lauryn hesitated a moment.
"Oh don't worry, she's always like that," Cath said.
"No, that's not it. It's just…oh never mind," Lauryn said, waving a hand in Cath's direction. "It really doesn't matter."
They arrived down at the lobby, taking a seat on a few chairs to the side, watching as fellow students went to and fro as their daily schedules ran their course. Like the ebb and flow of a tide.
"So, what's your boyfriend like? Is he cute? Is he a fanfiction writer too?" Lauryn asked.
Cath tried her best not to laugh and failed miserably. Honestly, describing people was never her strong suit. Unless it was Baz and his broody personality, or Tom and his quirky sense of humor. Or any other character for that matter. But painting pictures of real people was a challenge.
"He's great. And no, he's not a fanfiction writer. He hadn't read any until he met me actually," Cath said.
"Oh cool. How did you two meet?" Lauryn asked.
"Um…really long kind of awkward story, but basically he had dated Reagan and was over a lot to see her since they were still friends."
Lauryn's eyes rounded behind her glasses. "Oh my god that's hilarious."
"Yeah, it sort of is. So, are you dating anyone?" Cath asked.
"Nope, I'm unattached at the moment," Lauryn said. "But looking. I have my eyes on a few different people."
Cath smiled, doing her best to convey some level of encouragement, but before she could say something, Thomas appeared at the door. Lauryn waved at him and he swiped his card to enter the building.
"Hey, what are you two up to?" he asked.
"Lauryn needed some help with fiction," Cath said. "And she asked if she could come along to dinner, and I figured that would be fine."
His expression drooped a bit, but not enough that Cath recanted her offer.
"Oh yeah, great. Well, I'll drive if you don't mind. Figured we'd go to Harry's."
"Never been there," Cath said.
Lauryn just stared at her. "Are you kidding me? And you call yourself an English major? It's like our typical haunt! Anytime any of us get together, that's usually where we go. I mean, the food isn't stellar but it's open 24/7 which is great when you're up late doing papers. Also, they have fantastic pie milkshakes."
"Well, I haven't spent a lot of time with other English majors," Cath said.
"We're changing that now," Lauryn insisted.
Thomas offered another smile and led them back to the door and to his car. Cath let Lauryn take shotgun. Honestly, there were advantages to being in the back. People forgot about you when you were back there. And that suited Cath well.
Lauryn chattered on as they drove, moving from one subject to another at rapid speed. Thomas would glance back towards Cath occasionally, but mostly he took to nodding at Lauryn's comments every so often.
"You ever considered writing?" Thomas asked.
"Sometimes I think I have some ideas, but I just never have followed through. Honestly, part of me is scared if I start I won't stop. And I have a lot of other writing projects at the moment," Lauryn said.
Cath had to smile at that. There was truth in that matter. Fanfiction was addicting. She suddenly wondered if she'd write it the rest of her life. She tried to picture herself old and gray and wrinkled, still hunched over a computer typing out another update.
They pulled into Harry's parking lot a few minutes later. Thomas opened the door for her, allowing her out of the car. She followed him and Lauryn into the restaurant, still allowing Lauryn to direct most of their conversations.
"Are you seriously a Penelope fan? You've got to be kidding me," Lauryn said as the waitress led them to a booth. Cath hesitated a moment as the two slid in before her. She hated how trapped booths made her feel. She chose to sit next to Lauryn so that the other girl was against the wall.
"What, I think she's underrated!" Thomas said. "Seriously, I think we need more support for her. Which is why I think Cath would write a great piece with her."
Cath grimaced. "I appreciate you liking my writing, but I'm not really a big Penelope fan either."
Thomas sighed, and looked down at the table. "Guess I'm on my own then. Personally, I'd love to see a Penelope/Agatha piece actually. There is not enough femslash in the world."
If Cath was braver she might have commented on that, wondering if he had good motives or if it was just a pervy guy thing in wanting to imagine two girls together. Thankfully, Lauryn wasn't just going to sit quiet and let an opportunity to give an opinion pass.
"I agree, there is a strong lack of good femslash," Lauryn said. "Though I've never been sure that a Penelope Agatha pairing could work in more canon works. If you went AU it's possible. Personally, if I was to pick a good femslash pairing I'd probably have to say I've seen some fantastic Madeline/Selene fics. Really, what you need is a work with two strong female leads. And there is a lack of those unfortunately. Maybe one day there will be a greater amount of those in popular med
Thomas raised his water glass. "Here here," he said with a smile. "Yeah, my sister's gay. So I guess I've just felt a good amount of motivation in trying to normalize femslash the same way slash is becoming more common."
Cath couldn't help but smile, glad to know his motives were better than they'd first sounded. She'd had one too many request for X-rated woman on woman stories from weirdos on fanfiction. She honestly was glad to see not every guy went that direction.
"That's great," Lauryn said. "Hey, tell you what, if you write me a nice fic on Radovan and Bernadetta in the early Watford days, and I will make my first fic a Penelope/Agatha."
"How long?" Thomas asked, eyes narrowing.
"At least 5000 words. One shot is fine, or multi chapter if that suits you better," Lauryn said, leaning forward and offering a challenging smirk. "You up for it fanmage?"
Thomas chuckled. "Are we going to put Magicath into the bargain somewhere too?"
"I'm trying to finish my major work in progress," Cath protested. "I don't have time for—"
"Oh yes, sweeten the deal," Lauryn agreed. "Make a blood pact between the three of us like Snow's dad and Radovan and Magnus?"
"I don't think I can—" Cath was cut off as a fourth voice interrupted.
"Can I start you off with drinks?" the waitress asked.
The three looked up at the young woman at their table. She was chewing gum and tapping her foot, watching them with a bored expression.
"Water's fine," Cath said.
"Coke," Lauryn said.
Thomas sighed and grabbed for the menu, scanning it before ordering a beer. He showed his ID and then tucked it back away as soon as the waitress left.
"No, I have a good idea for Cath," Lauryn said. "I think she should write a Cornelius Snow crossover."
Thomas's eyes lit up. "Damn that's a good idea. Pairing?"
"Anything she wants," Lauryn said. "Because I bet anything she chooses would be good. Cornelius/Snow, or Baz/Tom or a mix and match or whatever."
Cath squirmed. She'd never thought of mixing her two fandoms, but she had to admit it was an intriguing concept. She'd seen fanart of Tom and Cornelius at Watford before and she'd liked it.
"All right," she said, for the sake of shortening their argument. "I'll do it. But both of you have to help me come up with an idea for journalism tomorrow, because I'm stumped."
Thomas smiled. "It's settled then. We each have our assignments. Is there a time limit for completion?"
"Please no," Cath begged. "I can't do time limits. I have too much else to do."
Lauryn sighed and rolled her eyes. "All right, we'll be generous. Just by the end of this semester. Deal?"
Cath hesitated a moment before reaching out to shake hands with Lauryn first, then Thomas. She'd sealed her fate. Yet another fanfiction piece to work on. She'd only hope she could find the time with everything else going on in the semester.
The waitress came back with drinks, popping a big pink bubble with her mouth before withdrawing again.
"So, what's your last name?" Lauryn asked Thomas. "Because I find it awesome you're Thomas B like Tom Benton."
"Thomas Barath. And yeah, half my inspiration for my chatter name."
"Man, I wish I had some sexy fandom related name," Lauryn said. "Can you picture me as a Madeline?"
Cath shook her head, smiling into her glass.
"Yeah, me neither," Lauryn said. "Well, maybe some day I'll change it to something more exciting. Or at least make my fanfiction writer name something cool like magicath! If only Lauryn fit onto some other word."
"Laurynlbranch," Cath joked.
"Or Laurynasia, or laurynate," Thomas suggested. "Hey, what about a cool anagram!"
"Oh I'm horrid with those," Lauryn said waving a hand dismissively.
Thomas pulled out his phone and tapped in her name. "Chairmen Sully."
She giggled and shook her head.
"Manures Chilly."
Cath almost spat her water out. Thomas was grinning as he set his beer down, focusing on the
"Caner Mulishly," Thomas recited. "Raunchily Elms."
"Now you're just spouting nonsense," Lauryn said.
"Carmine Lushly," Thomas said with a grin.
"Oooh sexy!" Lauryn giggled. "It sounds like some trashy romance writer. You know like Beach Magic by Carmine Lushly or something."
"Perfect for writing a smutty femslash piece," Thomas said.
"Ew, no we did not say anything about smut in the agreement!" Lauryn said, reaching across the booth to slap at him.
All of them were laughing at that point. And as disastrous as Cath had anticipated the meeting would be, things were turning out rather well. All in all, she was beginning to feel quite satisfied with her choice of friends. Perhaps English major life would work out well for her after all.
A/N: I'm trying my hand at normal fiction now apparently thanks to my boyfriend. Please review if you like it. I'm not so sure. -Magicath
He kept looking at his watch out of habit. Hands moving minimally as he took the familiar steps down to the tube stop. On a normal day he'd be rushing to catch the next train. But today his pace was leisurely. He might be ready for his train, but he wasn't in a rush to get there. Everything in his life had slowed. The time it took him to fall asleep. The hours he sat in his office. The steps it took to get to the kitchen and make a meal.
Andrew reached a hand up to rub at his chin, feeling the bits of stubble there that he should have shaved off but had forgotten about. Morning routine was slowly breaking down. He was lucky if he grabbed a bite to eat before heading out the door. Not today. He'd have to settle for wrestling up a sandwich at lunch hour. Or perhaps he could skip eating and take a kip instead.
He was pulled from his thoughts by a pointy elbow digging into his side.
"Watch it," a man said to his side.
He ignored it and continued on. Taking the steps one at a time. Slowing some as he arrived at the platform. The familiar stop he always took in the mornings. And returned to late in the evenings, long after the traffic had died down. But morning he dealt with the crowds. Put up with elbows to the ribs and people knocking against his briefcase.
"Eh, you gotta a quid to spare?" a man suddenly asked to his side.
Andrew clutched his briefcase tighter as a man bundled in rags came closer to him, grimy face peering up at him hopefully. The last thing he wanted was for his wallet to get pinched. Then again, what would it really matter. Money was useless to him in most respects.
"Please sir, gotta bit a change on you? Hard lines fer me right now. Just a bit for a spot a grub?" the man asked.
"No," Andrew snapped.
"Just enough fer a cuppa. Please? 'm cold and 'ungry. 's parky out an' I ain't got nower to go."
Andrew's jaw clenched. "Sod off."
The man mumbled some kind of an apology and scuttled off. Andrew did his best to ignore the other man. Help didn't always come when one needed it. He was all too aware of that fact. His throat felt too tight as he thought about the last few months. He just needed to head off to work. Once there he'd forget for a bit. His office could be a sanctuary from all the outside troubles.
He couldn't even help himself. What would make him offer help to someone else? Perhaps he should have though. Maybe that would have made up for his mistakes. Maybe he could erase the past bits of missing calls and standing up dates and being such a failure. He glanced down at his now plain left hand, wiggling his fingers and wondering what it would be like to still have the ring on his finger.
It didn't matter anymore. No one needed him. The world would be just fine without him. Why if he took ten more paces over to the platform…all might be well.
Andrew looked up from his thoughts, watching the other side of the platform which was equally busy. A little boy was running along the lines, joy evident in his expression. He wished he could capture even a fraction of that level of happiness.
However, as he watched he saw the boy's foot slip. He let out a small yelp and tumbled forward. Andrew stiffened as the unthinkable happened, the boy toppling onto the tracks. Only a few other people had noticed, whispering and pointing, people clearly looking around to figure out what to do.
He'd taken a psychology course before. Andrew was aware of the phenomenon that was occurring. People waiting. People expecting someone else to jump in and fix everything. No one wanted to be the first to act.
But there was a noise, and he glanced at his watch. The tube would be arriving any moment. He set down his briefcase hoping the homeless man wouldn't pinch it, before running to the edge and jumping down onto the tracks.
The boy was to the side. He appeared to have broken an arm, and was crying. Andrew grabbed him, careful not to move close to the electric rail and moved over to the closest edge, lifting the boy up. A hand reached down and snatched the child from him.
A rattling came along the tracks. He turned and saw the light coming closer. For a moment Andrew pondered simply sitting there. Simply letting the inevitable happen. And then the hand had returned and was grasping at his arm. He turned towards the ledge, gripping it with one of his own hands before allowing the stranger to help pull him up.
He toppled onto the edge just as the carriages went whizzing by. Andrew gasped for breath as he sat up, turning to look at the man to his side, gazing at him, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted.
"You saved him," he whispered. "Thank you. For a moment I thought my son was gone."
"It's not a problem," Andrew said. "Someone had to do something."
The man smiled at him, and Andrew caught the way the expression shifted something about him. He caught the new beauty there with the expression of relief.
"Regardless, I need to repay you. Please, can I take you out to lunch…or er…early breakfast or something of the like? Tea? Anything. Really I cannot thank you enough."
Andrew's eyes drifted from his watch to his briefcase across the way. The job had been his life. He was already running late. But hadn't it been the job that had cost him everything before?
"Why don't I come with you to the A&E. I'd take a cab, it will be faster," Andrew suggested, glancing at the boy's arm. "And then we can get lunch after."
"Sounds perfect," the man said with a warm smile. "I'm Ben and this is my son William."
"Andrew." He reached out to shake the offered hand. "Pleasure to meet you both."
William sniffled a bit but extended his good hand as well. "Daddy, you promised we could go to the park?"
Ben sighed and glanced down at his son with obvious affection. "Well, you can't very well play at the park with a broken arm, now can you? Come on. Andrew's right. We've got to get you to the hospital."
He stuck out his lip in a pout. "Can Andrew carry me?"
Ben looked at Andrew who gave a hesitant nod before allowing the little boy to be transferred into his arms.
"There now," Andrew said as he rose to his feet, still holding William close. He followed Ben towards the tube exit, reflecting on how he'd left with a briefcase and was coming back with a child. Ben's smile brightened the way ahead of him.
As William continued to exhibit signs of distress, Andrew added another few words. "Everything will be all right.'
And from his perspective, it was entirely true.
AN: I really don't think it's very good, but if it is please tell me. Thanks for reading. –magicath
-From "Catching the Train"
by Fixpress . net author Magicath
A/N: Gosh it's been hard updating this regularly, and for that I'm sorry loyal readers. Currently doing my best to put full energy into a Sherlock fic with the hopes that if I finish that I can devote more regular time to this story and my other WIP…but it's shaping up to be longer than I expected.
Honestly, this mostly started as a joke. My friends read fangirl around the same time I did and remarked how sad it was there wasn't a sequel. I jokingly suggested reading fanfiction, but the one who took that seriously informed me there wasn't much good out there (which isn't true because I've read a few I liked), so I jokingly told her I'd start a sequel for her. Now she and my other friend have stopped reading, so it's been hard to keep going without their support. But I've had such great feedback from other people that I do want to continue.
Anyhow, long rambling rant on updates. I'm so sorry. Also, I have a Tumblr now- just search elsarenard and you should find me (or check my profile).
Thanks to stormyskies73, greggliesreads, JuliaBC, fanimelove, The Marvellous Seeweed (spell check hates you BTW), and my two guests (put names if you want a shout out in the future) for reviews!
-elsarenard
