Bohemiansheep – I am trying to do one for FS and MP, but well, MP are easier, at the moment. But seen as it's the holidays, I'll have more time.

Yes! Someone else listens to me! Especially the other night, all drunk and hugging him, I felt so sorry for Craig when he started crying in the Diary Room, and the pool, and the living room… (ps. I hate Kinga)

You're not going to be here to see Lost? Oh, I feel so sorry for you! I'm watching it, and taping it on video, just in case. I'll think of you when I see it :p

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I don't like Different too much. But it took a while to write, so I'm putting it up.

Desperate - I don't think it sounds quite right, but it's not bad. It was originally another fic called 'Run Away' but I hadn't posted it yet, so I took it for this one.

I had another one for D, but it was about their baby, (well, toddler, since it was four,) so I couldn't add that in, since it hasn't been born yet. But it will be in a few chapters. Actually, since I finished that one, I might just put it on the end… Or I might put it in my livejournal. S'up to you, people.

Anyway, I own nothing, improvements welcome (and if there's a word for a letter you want, tell me, because I still have only a few done so far :p)

Enjoy.

D is for different

Things were different now, and Merry wasn't sure he liked it.

Pippin, for one, had been confided to bed since last week. "Lads with babes are delicate, you see," The old midwife had explained. "Their bodies aren't sure how to cope sometimes. Better safe than sorry."

And now, instead of Pippin following his cousin, or sitting down and watching him do whatever it was Merry was busy doing, Pip had decided to shout at Merry from their room.

Merry had got used to hearing, "Merry, I'm hungry!", "Merry, can you open a window?" and "Merry, I'm bored!"

Merry had never minded his mum visiting, or his aunt Eglantine. But he was used to them drinking tea and eating biscuits and gossiping about Tilly or Lilly or whoever it was with the horrible taste in dresses. But Merry wasn't used to them coming round to stare at Pippin, look him up and down, and guess whether their next grandchild would be a boy or a girl.

"I want it to be like it was before," He remembers saying to Sam one day.

"No you don't."

"I do."

"Well, you won't once the baby's born. You wonder what you did all day without 'em."

Maybe Sam's right, Merry thinks, as he carries four cups of tea into the bedroom. Merry watches as Pippin sips his tea, trying not to mind as his mother pokes his stomach slightly, saying, "It's definitely a girl, I should know," in an all-knowing voice.

Maybe different isn't all that bad. He'll get used to it.

-x-

D is for desperate

I can't do it, Pippin, not any more. I love you, Lor knows I do, but I can't pretend anymore. I don't want to.

You're mine, Pip, mine. You always have been, hopefully always will be. And I want to everyone to know that. I don't want to have to flirt with lasses, don't want to see them look so hopefully at me when I know I'll just have to hurt them later.

So why don't we just go. Leave. Run away together.

It's a stupid thing for me to say, a desperate thing. But that's what I am. Desperate. Desperate to look at you and smile at you and just be with you without people asking questions, without people being disappointed in us, without having to worry every time we're together.

I'm desperate, Pip. I'd do anything for it to just be us, no one else, just us, together.