A/N: Hi there again, my darlings. I am pleased to announce that, in spite of all odds, The Fire of the Sunis back and shall be completed.
No, really.
I want to be absolutely, one hundred percent clear, because she's going to try to be all shy and humble: This story would never have been finished without Mera Naam Joker. I was prepared to outright hide under a rock from the entire fandom, but she saved me. (Credit for this also goes to Naranwien, who was scheduled to co-author but tragically had to move house and country in the midst of things. Love you too, sweetie.) I made the outline, and I did the editing, but Mera wrote the words. Everything good about this story is hers. (Everything bad about it is mine. Anyone who hates where the plot goes from here is to hold me, and me alone, accountable.) And you know what else Mera did, because she's crazy smarter than me? She wrote all the chapters before preparing to post, unlike how I do it, which is haphazardly writing by the seat of my pants and flouncing.
Catching the theme yet? Mera Naam Joker is an angel. Please go read her lovely stories, and if you're happy FotS is continuing, please drop her a PM. I myself plan to mail a basket of adorable kittens just as soon as I figure out the postage.
Also, I would be greatly remiss if thanks did not go to beta goddess Hoochie Mama, who waded knee-deep into the insanity and found where the words made no damn sense, even going above and beyond the call of duty to learn American idioms. Hats off, my lovely.
Update scheduling shall return to the days of yore: Sundays and Wednesdays. With a little luck, we'll be done by the end of the year.
Recap: Remember what was going on? Hell, I barely do. The clearest approach to things would probably be to go back and read both The Movement of the Earth and this fic from the beginning; that, however, is obviously both time consuming and a pain in the ass. Therefore, here's a handy-dandy little summary of what's happened so far:
Jacob imprinted on Bella. There was much angst. The Cullens came back, intending to protect Bella from the various dangerous positions she now found herself in, including being the imprint of a werewolf. There was more angst. Bella and Jacob tried to have a genuine romance within an imprint-fueled werewolf romance, to a moderate if angsty degree of success. Alice kidnapped Bella. Bella passed out too quickly for there to be angst.
Meanwhile, Sam was being driven not-so-slowly crazy by the demands of his Alpha position. There was much angst. Carlisle informed the Pack that the Volturi were on their way to kill the werewolves. This led to anger, not angst. Sam found out Bella had been kidnapped, but decided not to tell Jacob. And there was heaps of angst.
Everyone up to speed? Excellent.