It should be noted that with few exceptions, the fics that I poke fun at in this story are ones I've read and very much enjoyed. At the risk of "pissing off a few people" I'll take the advice of my reviewers and keep on. ;) enjoy.

"Here," Goren handed her a glass with ice in it. He'd made her a "man drink," or as he described it, "something firey over ice." She took it, gratefully.

"Assuming this works.." She looked up at him.

They were both seated on a couch, Goren had the laptop on his knees.

"Assuming this works, I can't write it without you." He looked at her. "It would be like working without you. I'd get lost. Succumb to my own ... weaknesses."

"You'd play god."

"Well, yeah. Wouldn't you?"

She swallowed. "I don't know. I just want it to work." She took a sip of her drink and grimaced lightly, moving closer to him, so that she could see the screen.

"Good news, you two." Deakins smiled at them. "You've won the NYPD raffle."

"There's a raffle?" Goren raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah. And you won it. Congratulations. You're spending a week in a cabin in Montana. First class tickets. You leave Monday."

"What, no car?" Eames stared at Deakins, her response an automatic reaction.

"No, not this time, that was last year." Deakins smiled.

"Isn't that against.. policy or something to confine partners to a cabin for an entire week?"

"It's a very big cabin."

"Oh, well.." Eames rolled her eyes. "In that case,"

"You know, I take some offense to that."

"I just envisioned a vacation would mean getting away from work, not taking my partner with me. No offense intended."

Goren put his hand over his heart and mouthed, "I'm heartbroken," at her.

"All right, all right, you can tease each other all you want on the plane. Until then, work."

"There is no NYPD raffle. Deakins would never send us to Montana."

"Eames, you have to suspend your disbelief." Bobby swirled his drink thoughtfully.

"I'm suspending it. We still don't have a plot."

"Fluff doesn't have to have a plot."

"Oh. Like porn."

"Well.. yeah." He shrugged helplessly.

The plane ride was long and uneventful. After a minor delay, they were airborne, and slept for most of it. Arriving tired, slightly sore from sleeping in weird positions, and by and large grumpy,
"Do you really think we'd be grumpy? I mean, I'm not a grumpy person."

"Oh yes you are."

"Grumpy? You'd really say grumpy?"

"Fine, we're just tired and sore, then."

"Okay." He hit the delete key.

Arriving tired, and slightly sore from sleeping in weird positions, they found their luggage and got their rental car.

"Where are we going?"

"Um.. hang on, I've got the directions."

"Captain navigation, you are."

"All right, lieutenant."

Eames laughed and turned on the map light. The sun was setting, and the view was actually quite nice.

"You know.. we might actually have fun."

Goren gasped, feigning shock.

"That was kind of good, actually."

"It was kind of pointless, too."

"And fan fiction is chock full of poignant social observations... about us getting our freak on?"

"Point taken."

They unlocked the door to the cabin which was indeed large, and almost luxurious.

"Wow. I'll won't argue if I win the NYPD raffle again."

"Let's hope it's not a car next time."

"Spoilsport."

"Hey, I wouldn't want to share custody of a car with you, Eames. I'd never get to drive it."

She stuck her tongue out at him, and he laughed. They both separated to find rooms and unpack. When Eames came out of her bedroom, stepped into the hall which was open and looked down onto the main room, which also had a fireplace, a fire was crackling merrily in it.

Goren was in the kitchen, sipping a beer when she came in.

"Wow, this place is great!" She said as she opened the fridge.

"If I knew you were impressed by a stocked fridge, I wouldn't spend my money on nice ties and cologne."

She rolled her eyes.

"That's so worthy of an eye roll, too."

"It wasn't that bad."

"You'd never really say that to me, though."

"Yeah, well.."

"Bobby, if this works, we're going to be living that. Saying those things, doing that stuff... I mean. If we're going in that direction..." She bit her lip.

"It should be good?"

"Well, yeah, but more than that, it should mean something. We're going to affect the rest of our lives with this fic, unless we want to keep rewriting history. Personally, I just want to get on with it, you know?" She took a deep breath.

"What do you want to have happen?" His eyes looked into hers, and she was, for a brief moment, unsure.

"I just want things to get back to normal." She looked away.

"Okay." He shifted to start typing again, his arm moving against hers.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah." He didn't look up from where he was highlighting text.

"Would you.. I mean, do you.." She licked her lips. "What do you want?"

"I don't want to force something. That's the last thing I want." The low fierceness with which he spoke relieved her.

"I meant it when I said I trust you." She took another burning sip of her drink. "I do."

"I know. Which is why I won't write this without you. And we don't have to do anything."

"We could do this."

"Write fan fiction? Alex.. somehow I don't think a story about us writing fan fiction is going to amuse anyone."

"No, I mean.. sit. Together. Be close. Like we are."

"Okay."

After a light dinner, Goren set a fire in the fireplace, and sat next to Eames on the couch.

"This is nice." She smiled at him.

"Yeah." He smiled back.

"Wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Is there a tv in here?" Bobby looked around.

"Oh yeah.." Alex grinned and picked up a remote. Hitting a button, a flat screen tv descended from the ceiling, hovering over the fireplace.

"God damn. That's beautiful."

"Boys and their toys..." She laughed.

They watched a half an hour comedy show, then a crime drama. Goren had his feet propped up on the coffee table, Eames had hers curled on the couch. She leaned against him, her eyes closing. Soon enough, they were both sound asleep.

"I think that's good for a first chapter."

"We have to write more?"

"I was thinking of just posting it. You know, see what happens." He shrugged.

"Do you think.." She looked at the laptop. "Do you think that if we post it, I mean, if it works... we'd become the revised story and just... write it ourselves? I mean, we're already writing it now."

"I think that would be ideal."

Eames nodded. Bobby uploaded the file.

"Are you ready?"

"I hope so." She took a deep breath.

"If.. something goes wrong.. if.. I don't know, we combust or something." He looked at her. "I love you." He said it without expecting a response, or trailing off. She leaned up to kiss his cheek.

"I love you too."

He replaced the file.