1 Disclaimer: I don't own sweep
Author's Note: I got some very good advice (thank you kali!) I know it sounds like I'm just being stupid, but I think I just had to hear it out loud "stop writing when it stops being fun." It hasn't stopped being fun yet, so…you're all not off the hook yet!
Not telling Shea I'd found him was the WRONG thing to do. I don't know why I didn't tell her, and I don't know why I sent the letter. But I did, and I don't regret it. Even though my life here now is unbearable. Apparently, I'm the new target of ridicule. Unfortunately, it seems I didn't get the memo! Those bastards, I never trusted them, and I knew they didn't like me, but nobody here likes each other, you would think they could at least have a LITTLE compassion. Oh, wait, I forgot. That idea went out the window with the new rule that only people whom are "in favor" with Shea get to eat! Goddess, I'm so hungry, I could eat my own bloody shoes. That's why I've decided to leave, I'll go to Widow's Vale, I'll tell Shea that I'm tracking him, at least THERE I'll be allowed to eat. I'd better go now, some of them are coming, no doubt to kick the shit out of me for a piece of cake. The bastards. But I'll be out soon.
-Eamonn
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"Shea. I'm going away. I am going to get him. I know where now. I won't disappoint you." Eamonn stated as he held his finger to the button of the intercom.
"Fine. Just FIND HIM." Came the cold reply.
With that, Eamonn picked up his small duffel bag and headed out the door, out to Widows Vale.
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"Lauren.." Sam asked, putting down her ice-cream bowl and rolling over to face her, " Are you getting a tish board?" They hadn't left the house or their pajamas in two days.
"I mean, being home from school is great, and it's even greater when you don't have to spend it all alone, but..I don't know, we're sort of beginning to…well…. Stagnate."
Sitting up, Lauren looked at Sam, " Yah, I think you're right. I mean, Ice cream is god, but it can only go so far… What do we do now though?"
With a shrug, Sam said," We could move the downstairs furniture upstairs and the upstairs furniture down here."
Lauren looked at her slightly perplexed but amused," Are you serious?"
"Sure!" Sam said brightly, already thinking of the impending chain of events it would offset.
"Ok…I'm up for it." Lauren agreed, shoving herself off the living room floor. "Let's do it."
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"Morgan. I'm glad you're here." Hunter said, stepping away from the door to let her in.
" I came as quickly as I could. What's up?" She said, moving into the small living room.
" I think the person following me is here." Hunter said, not even waiting until she sat down.
"Really? I thought they were here already, they were following you weren't they?" Morgan asked as she sat down on the couch.
"No actually. They were following me by Scrying, and other magical means. We aren't dealing with someone who is new to magic. I don't want to underestimate them. But now they're here. Well, actually, not "they" I know it's only one person. But he, assuming, is here. We have to be incredibly careful, he may be after you." Hunter trailed off, looking at her from the armchair. He didn't say anything for a minute, just sat there, staring at her, and thinking of how painful it would be to loose her and how much he loved her. Lost in his own thoughts, he didn't realize he had been starring, but Morgan brought him back.
"Ehum. Hunter? Are you alright? Maybe you've been working to hard. Have you been eating? It won't do you any good to have starved to death before he even gets to us." She said, smiling meekly.
Hunter let out a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair, goddess he loved her.
"No, to be honest, I don't think I have been eating right. Since Sky left there hasn't been anything really worth eating, but when Sam was here she always managed something…interesting. Now I don't think I have much of anything, or the drive to do anything with it."
"Well then, I'll just have to come over and cook for you." Morgan said decidedly.
Hunter grinned, this wasn't the time for it, but he was in sore need of some tender quietness. "That would be wonderful." He said, grinning at her lovingly. He could tell she felt it, she smiled at him in return, but just as she was going to walk over, she noticed the clock on the wall. "Oh my god, Hunter! I told my parent's I'd be home for dinner at seven! It's ten of!" Rushing of the couch, she headed for her coat and the door.
As he got up to let her out, he silently cursed himself for ever bringing a clock into the house.
"I'll see you tomorrow night, ok?" Morgan told him smiling, and gave him a quick kiss good-bye.
" Alright. I'll see you tomorrow." He said glumly as she walked to her car. Even though the prospect of a Saturday night together was tantalizing, he hated her always having to rush off.
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Author's note: Sorry I haven't uploaded in a while, I've been bombarded with schoolwork. Bleck. But now I'm on break and can hopefully write a lot more. There are some great things coming up…I hope!
Author's Note: I got some very good advice (thank you kali!) I know it sounds like I'm just being stupid, but I think I just had to hear it out loud "stop writing when it stops being fun." It hasn't stopped being fun yet, so…you're all not off the hook yet!
Not telling Shea I'd found him was the WRONG thing to do. I don't know why I didn't tell her, and I don't know why I sent the letter. But I did, and I don't regret it. Even though my life here now is unbearable. Apparently, I'm the new target of ridicule. Unfortunately, it seems I didn't get the memo! Those bastards, I never trusted them, and I knew they didn't like me, but nobody here likes each other, you would think they could at least have a LITTLE compassion. Oh, wait, I forgot. That idea went out the window with the new rule that only people whom are "in favor" with Shea get to eat! Goddess, I'm so hungry, I could eat my own bloody shoes. That's why I've decided to leave, I'll go to Widow's Vale, I'll tell Shea that I'm tracking him, at least THERE I'll be allowed to eat. I'd better go now, some of them are coming, no doubt to kick the shit out of me for a piece of cake. The bastards. But I'll be out soon.
-Eamonn
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"Shea. I'm going away. I am going to get him. I know where now. I won't disappoint you." Eamonn stated as he held his finger to the button of the intercom.
"Fine. Just FIND HIM." Came the cold reply.
With that, Eamonn picked up his small duffel bag and headed out the door, out to Widows Vale.
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"Lauren.." Sam asked, putting down her ice-cream bowl and rolling over to face her, " Are you getting a tish board?" They hadn't left the house or their pajamas in two days.
"I mean, being home from school is great, and it's even greater when you don't have to spend it all alone, but..I don't know, we're sort of beginning to…well…. Stagnate."
Sitting up, Lauren looked at Sam, " Yah, I think you're right. I mean, Ice cream is god, but it can only go so far… What do we do now though?"
With a shrug, Sam said," We could move the downstairs furniture upstairs and the upstairs furniture down here."
Lauren looked at her slightly perplexed but amused," Are you serious?"
"Sure!" Sam said brightly, already thinking of the impending chain of events it would offset.
"Ok…I'm up for it." Lauren agreed, shoving herself off the living room floor. "Let's do it."
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"Morgan. I'm glad you're here." Hunter said, stepping away from the door to let her in.
" I came as quickly as I could. What's up?" She said, moving into the small living room.
" I think the person following me is here." Hunter said, not even waiting until she sat down.
"Really? I thought they were here already, they were following you weren't they?" Morgan asked as she sat down on the couch.
"No actually. They were following me by Scrying, and other magical means. We aren't dealing with someone who is new to magic. I don't want to underestimate them. But now they're here. Well, actually, not "they" I know it's only one person. But he, assuming, is here. We have to be incredibly careful, he may be after you." Hunter trailed off, looking at her from the armchair. He didn't say anything for a minute, just sat there, staring at her, and thinking of how painful it would be to loose her and how much he loved her. Lost in his own thoughts, he didn't realize he had been starring, but Morgan brought him back.
"Ehum. Hunter? Are you alright? Maybe you've been working to hard. Have you been eating? It won't do you any good to have starved to death before he even gets to us." She said, smiling meekly.
Hunter let out a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair, goddess he loved her.
"No, to be honest, I don't think I have been eating right. Since Sky left there hasn't been anything really worth eating, but when Sam was here she always managed something…interesting. Now I don't think I have much of anything, or the drive to do anything with it."
"Well then, I'll just have to come over and cook for you." Morgan said decidedly.
Hunter grinned, this wasn't the time for it, but he was in sore need of some tender quietness. "That would be wonderful." He said, grinning at her lovingly. He could tell she felt it, she smiled at him in return, but just as she was going to walk over, she noticed the clock on the wall. "Oh my god, Hunter! I told my parent's I'd be home for dinner at seven! It's ten of!" Rushing of the couch, she headed for her coat and the door.
As he got up to let her out, he silently cursed himself for ever bringing a clock into the house.
"I'll see you tomorrow night, ok?" Morgan told him smiling, and gave him a quick kiss good-bye.
" Alright. I'll see you tomorrow." He said glumly as she walked to her car. Even though the prospect of a Saturday night together was tantalizing, he hated her always having to rush off.
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Author's note: Sorry I haven't uploaded in a while, I've been bombarded with schoolwork. Bleck. But now I'm on break and can hopefully write a lot more. There are some great things coming up…I hope!