Authors' Note: sorry we haven't updated for soo long (three weeks, in
fact...isn't that pathetic how we keep track of these things?), but we have
vowed to only write fic when we're together, and, as this is sometimes
impossible (as Judd Nelson put it so perfectly in "The Breakfast Club":
"The world's an imperfect place; screws fall out all the time." So true.
Didn't we all have a bit of a crush on Bender the first time we saw that?),
we can't write as much as we would like to. But, without further ado.on to
the fic!!
PS: we would just like to say that we do not mean to offend anyone by this fic. We are very against children being molested by religious figures, especially Rabbis, and both of us got very upset when we saw that episode about Logan and his priest and had to eat lots of Haagen Dazs to calm our nerves. Besides.aren't you glad to have Schiff's footsie-phobia (known officially as footsiaphobia) explained? So, anyway (and I really do mean it this time). on to the fic!!
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Profaci Saves The Day
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Midnight At The Rabbi's Table
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As Schiff looked DEEP into the past, he recalled the night that changed everything...
He had just turned twenty-one, and to commemorate the event the Rabbi from his synagogue had him and his parents over for dinner. As it happened the rabbi was currently wooing a young lady from temple and, she too was at the dinner, sitting next to Schiff and two seats away from the rabbi. During the course of the meal the rabbi became rather inebriated and somewhat amorous, and his drunk brain decided it would be a rather good idea to play footsie with his girlfriend. So the rabbi (Mr. X for our purposes) ran his foot slowly up and down what he thought was his girlfriend's calf. But it was, in fact...(dun-dun-dunnn...)
The leg of Adam Schiff, future district Attorney of Manhattan, and Impressionable Young Man. As young Adam felt the soft socked foot gliding up his leg, he felt the back of his neck prickle and his face go red with shame. As soon as his got home, he took a long hot shower which eventually turned into a long cold shower, brushed his teeth, and combed through what was left of his hair (he had begun to go bald on his sweet sixteen).
But it was too late.
Things would never be the same again.
Schiff shuddered, staring out the window at the sparkling high-rises of Manhattan (cliché alert! Cliché alert!). And he knew, then, that with Skoda vacationing in Missouri (ostensibly to perfect his cow-tipping skills, but Schiff suspected that the real reason he had gone back was to get away from crime-apparently there was none in Missouri; people tried to kill each other with chickens every now and then but it didn't work very well), there was only one person who could help him, only one person who had gone through what he had, only one person who would understand...
Mike Logan.
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TBC...
PS: we would just like to say that we do not mean to offend anyone by this fic. We are very against children being molested by religious figures, especially Rabbis, and both of us got very upset when we saw that episode about Logan and his priest and had to eat lots of Haagen Dazs to calm our nerves. Besides.aren't you glad to have Schiff's footsie-phobia (known officially as footsiaphobia) explained? So, anyway (and I really do mean it this time). on to the fic!!
*~*~*
Profaci Saves The Day
*~*~*
Midnight At The Rabbi's Table
*~*~*
As Schiff looked DEEP into the past, he recalled the night that changed everything...
He had just turned twenty-one, and to commemorate the event the Rabbi from his synagogue had him and his parents over for dinner. As it happened the rabbi was currently wooing a young lady from temple and, she too was at the dinner, sitting next to Schiff and two seats away from the rabbi. During the course of the meal the rabbi became rather inebriated and somewhat amorous, and his drunk brain decided it would be a rather good idea to play footsie with his girlfriend. So the rabbi (Mr. X for our purposes) ran his foot slowly up and down what he thought was his girlfriend's calf. But it was, in fact...(dun-dun-dunnn...)
The leg of Adam Schiff, future district Attorney of Manhattan, and Impressionable Young Man. As young Adam felt the soft socked foot gliding up his leg, he felt the back of his neck prickle and his face go red with shame. As soon as his got home, he took a long hot shower which eventually turned into a long cold shower, brushed his teeth, and combed through what was left of his hair (he had begun to go bald on his sweet sixteen).
But it was too late.
Things would never be the same again.
Schiff shuddered, staring out the window at the sparkling high-rises of Manhattan (cliché alert! Cliché alert!). And he knew, then, that with Skoda vacationing in Missouri (ostensibly to perfect his cow-tipping skills, but Schiff suspected that the real reason he had gone back was to get away from crime-apparently there was none in Missouri; people tried to kill each other with chickens every now and then but it didn't work very well), there was only one person who could help him, only one person who had gone through what he had, only one person who would understand...
Mike Logan.
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TBC...