Before I start, I'm going to take the time to tell you how this story came about…

It was Friday the 15th of October, 2004, and I was in art class. My friends and I never really concentrated in art. We just talked and drew in our school diaries. I was going through my diary and I'm like EEK I'M GETTING MY TEETH PULLED OUT NEXT WEDNESDAY!!!! See, I was getting braces and so they had to take out some of my teeth yeah? Following? Ok so I'm like full on freaking out and my friend Kate is like 'It's not that bad, you just have to think of something else while they do it. Why don't you think of Devan getting her teeth pulled out??' Cos see, she knows my obsession with Crossing Jordan and my pure hatred for Devan Maguire. So I'm like whoaaaaaaaa….. and I start thinking up a story. But it was only in my head.

Fast forward a month or something later, my other friend who is a Devan and Woody fan started to write heaps of wd fics and was posting them and so I was like YOU WILL BE SORRY!!! I'M GOING TO WRITE THE TOOTH STORY!!!

So yeah, now I'm writing it and posting it…

Enjoy the next chapter

Luv me

Ps- just a note to all the people who are waiting for a sequel to 'Gloating' by Amethyst Blizzard, sorry to disappoint you but it ain't gonna happen. It's against Libby's nature to write WJ fics, and that one was only WJ by mistake. She didn't realise that was how it was coming across. She is fully WD- someone talk some sense into her!!!


Devan- still handcuffed to the chair.

Jordan and Woody- walking around the chair, interrogation style.

"So Devan, let me tell you everything you need to know about Woody and me. Woody and I worked on some cases together. You know, me criticising his awful sense in ties, him starring at me in a red dress, you get the picture. Everything was great. We were like best friends. But see, I've like got some issues. Intimacy problems- I don't let people get close to me, in fear that I may lose them. But seeing as I am the title character in this show, I had to have a love interest at some point."

"So Devan, see Jordan and I worked on this case that led us to some weird website, and Jordan had to go undercover, and she was wearing this oh so sexy red dress, with this slit up the side."

"I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!!!!" Devan yelled, tears now welling in her eyes.

"I take offence to that!" Jordan retaliated.

"Ladies, time out! I was telling a story, remember?" He walked up to Jordan and kissed her on the neck… "About you, and your little red dress…"

Devan thought she was about to puke!

"So anyway, we caught the bad guy, who turned out to be not so bad , cos the real bad guy was this weird dude with all the screens."

"Hey Wood, you know what, he kinda reminded me of Ed Deline."

"What, off Las Vegas?"

"Yeah him. What do you reckon?"

"Yeah… but Devan, there was this other case, in California."

"Ohhh. I remember that one. Can I tell the story?"

"Sure, baby."

"Ok, well I want to go with him, but he won't let me because he's a jackass, and there was this other thing the last time we'd been in California… but that is like SO another story.

"So he goes to California, and he sees me, and I've got this cute red car..."

"Yeah, Jordan, it was the Cadillac of Cadillacs! It fricken broke down in the middle of the desert!!!!!!"

"But Woody, if it hadn't broke down…"

"You do have a point there. You're very smart, you know that?"

"Why, thankyou kind sir. Anyway, so the car broke down in the middle of the desert, and nobody used that road because it wasn't a road- it was a dotted line. And so then it got dark, and we built this little campfire. It was so cool, we were just talking, you know. And then, then I kissed him…"

"Please, Jordan, can you just stop now?? I really, really don't need to hear about you and Woody out in the desert!" The tears were now streaming down her face. This was already the worst day of her entire life, and the most horrible parts were still to come…

To be continued…

Hey lib, hope it's killing ya