AN: There will be a two week hiatus after this chapter. I am travelling to the UK for a week and will more than likely have massive jet lag after so will be taking a break for the week I'm there and the week after. Not abandoning the story in the slightest, there's much more coming.

Will woke up with his arms around his wife, she was warm and soft and utterly exhausted after last night. He had made her scream last night, even though she had obviously been trying to be quiet. But after he'd teased her to her heights once he'd bent her over onto all fours and taken her from behind. She was never quiet during that and had cursed him after. The curses had subsided when he had brought back a wet rag to wipe her down, but it was obvious she was still rather miffed with him and his actions the day before.

He nuzzled her ear, watching her eyes flicker open. "Good morning, love."

Ana groaned, "You're horrible."

"You didn't think so last night, in fact you thought quite the opposite."

"Oh I thought that last night and told you, you just didn't listen."

He nipped at her ear, "Keep talking like that and I won't bring you breakfast."

An eyebrow raised. "Breakfast?"

"Scones, with butter and honey."

"Here?"

Will grinned against her shoulder, "I'll let our guest know that you won't be joining him for breakfast at the table."

"You're still horrible."

"And what if I bring you cocoa with the scones?"

She sighed, turning to press a kiss to his lips. "I love you."

Will slid his arms from around her, reluctant to let go of her even though he knew he would be back. He fumbled his way into his trousers, the suspenders hanging loose as he pulled the blackout curtains back, allowing the normal curtains to let in the muted morning light. He glanced to the office when he exited the bedroom, seeing the door open.

He made sure to have a smug grin on his face as he came downstairs, seeing Oscar sitting at the table with a steaming mug in front of him. He looked to Will, wincing. "Was that really necessary?"

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," Will shrugged, turning for the kitchen and collecting what he needed for Ana's breakfast on a tray. Thank God for Ruth ensuring that they had plenty of everything. Will was glad Oscar couldn't see his face, "Ana won't be coming down for breakfast, she's a bit exhausted after yesterday."

"You mean after what you did to her last night." Oscar huddled more over his coffee, "Again, that was not needed. You know I would never do anything."

Will set the tray down gently before he lost his temper, "Forgive me for being angry that you forced my wife into kissing you."

"I didn't force her!"

Will set the filled kettle down on the stove, letting it warm while he stalked over to Oscar. By God, for a moment he hated that man. He hated his classically handsome features, his brown curls that were perfectly tousled even though he had just woken up, the way he glared at him. Oscar was everything he wasn't; young, handsome, and free from duty. Will wasn't fool enough to think that any besides Ana found him good looking, he knew he was plain. But to have this man sit here in his house, having forced his wife into something, it galled him. "Oscar, you know she cares about you. Ana would do anything to make sure you stayed safe, and you knew that. Were there even men following you or did you just ask her to do that so you could finally kiss her?"

Oscar stood, "There were men following me, and I have kissed your wife a great many times before she even met you, you know."

Will grabbed him by his shirtfront, "What Ana did before we married doesn't matter Oscar, I don't care that you kissed her then," But he did, oh he did. He cared that Oscar had put his hands on his wife, his lips on hers, that he had pursued her. "But you kissed my wife, knowing she was mine."

"She's the one who threw her arms around me."

"Because you had frightened her, she thought you would die if it wasn't convincing."

Oscar looked down to where Will's fist was tangled in his shirt. His shoulders sagged, his voice a sigh. "Will, I have no designs on your wife. Do I love her? Yes, but I would never force those feelings onto her. When I met that man at the docks and bungled the job, I ran for the only place I could think to find help. If I had ran into anyone else I would have begged them to hide me, I didn't search for her deliberately. I wasn't thinking when I asked her for that kiss, I was panicked."

"You won't do it again." It wasn't a question as he released Oscar's shirt. "I won't stand for it."

Oscar shook his head, "What do I have to do to show you that I have no designs on Anastasia? Cut myself and swear on my own spilled blood? Give me a knife and I'll do it in a heartbeat."

"Nothing so dramatic," Will sighed, seeing the truth in Oscar's words. The man would rather sit and suffer than lure Ana into an affair. It rankled to have him around her when he was gone though, there was always an air of suspicion that he couldn't shake. "But Oscar, no more of asking for kisses. She can help you if you need it, but no kissing."

"I've learned my lesson on that, believe me." Oscar straightened his shirt. "Honestly, the two of you make more noise than cats in heat. I almost did go to sleep outside."

Will grinned, "You'll learn soon enough that if the lady doesn't make noise that you're doing something wrong."

Oscar wrinkled his nose in disgust. "I can learn those things on my own, thank you."

"What will you do now?"

"If you'll let me, I'll stay for a few more days. Those German agents are probably watching the train station and looking for me."

Will winced, he wanted Oscar gone as soon as possible. "I could arrange for a car to take you up."

"It would cost a fortune."

"Oscar, both of us have enough money to easily afford it." Will snorted, "Hell, I can drive you myself if you like."

He pursed his lips, considering. "Could I come back for Anastasia's birthday, at least? I got her a present I meant to leave off in her offices as a surprise, it's in my London house."

Will cocked his head, Ana's birthday was in three days. "So long as you don't upset her with it."

"I won't," Oscar nodded to the tray. "But I think you're due to head up. I'll call for a car to take me, unless you'd care to drive."

"And lose one of my few days of leave driving you up and myself back down? Hardly, I'll cover half the car." Will picked up the tray, making his way back upstairs. He set it down briefly to close the door and joined Ana on the bed. She had sat up, the blanket still over her. Will affected a pout, tugging at it. "That's not fair."

"It's cold!"

"But I only have a few days to enjoy you." He teased, forgoing the blanket to fix his own scone. "Oscar will be going back up today."

Ana frowned, "Will, please tell me you didn't kick him out."

"Not entirely," He chuckled, "But we both decided it would be for the best. He plans to come back down for your birthday, although I doubt he'll stay overnight."

"Not after what you did." Ana gave a brief moan at the honey, she always had a sweet tooth. "Honestly, what possessed you last night? I'm of half a mind to not allow you anything else for the rest of your leave, hurting Oscar like that."

Will sighed, "We discussed it, and I may have overreacted, but you can't honestly think that I would be alright with him running to you and begging for a kiss any time he feels like it."

"I don't expect you to be," Ana let the blanket drop so she could huddle over her cup of cocoa. "But I don't like you two fighting."

"Which is why it's a good thing he's going."

"Will," Ana reached out, her hand still warm from the cocoa. "I would never, ever betray you. There was no feeling in the kiss, not a bit. You are the only man I love, you're my husband." Her other hand wrapped around the sweetheart pendant. "You know you're the only one for me."

Will leaned across, kissing her and tasting the chocolate on her lips. "And you're my wife, but Ana, there may not have been feeling in it for you, but for Oscar, I believe there was."

He watched her eyelashes flutter shut, "I can't control that Will, but he would never sway me."

"And he would never try." Will sat back, pinching his nose. "I know, he's too damn noble. But Ana, I would rest much easier if I knew he wasn't in the next room."

"Then," Ana popped the last bit of scone in her mouth, rising from the bed. "We had best get dressed to see him off."

"I would like to register my formal protest," He grumbled as he stood, collecting his clothes from where he had thrown them last night. "Oscar is a grown man and fully able to get into a car by himself."

Ana, buttoning her shirtwaist and straightening her skirt, rolled her eyes. "You need to come with me to see him off if you want me back in bed tonight."

"Fine."

"And we're making a visit to the hospital this afternoon."

Will bit his tongue, for he would much rather stay home with her the entire time. "Very well, is there anything I have to do for that?"

"Some of the men like to flirt a bit, just for fun. Don't fight them."

Oscar had rarely been more thankful in his life than when he stumbled out of the hired car into what now passed for his home. He had kept on a minimal staff, which meant a butler was on hand to collect his coat and a footman helped him upstairs. Neither of them took the battered suitcase he held though, he shoved that under his mattress and fell on top of it.

All he wanted was to sleep like the dead, but he knew that wouldn't be allowed. Not by anyone around him, but he wouldn't allow himself. So, he sent the footman off to send a message to Professor Featherstone and Penelope to invite them to dinner. He also asked him to ask the cook to whip up something suitably impressive for the occasion.

Then he allowed himself to lay back in bed and close his eyes.

He really had considered sleeping under a bush, anything would have been better than that cot. It was low to the ground, stiff and the provided pillow was far too fluffy. The blankets had at least been warm, although he had bundled both them and the pillow over his head for most of the night. The risk of suffocation was worth it to block out the noises coming through the thin wall. He had done his best to not think of what Will had been doing to make Anastasia moan and cry like that, but the noises went on for so long he found himself imagining it, but with him in Will's place.

His hands caressing Anastasia, drawing those cries out of her, his name on her lips, her arms and legs wrapped around him. That had been when he had thought about sleeping outside, instead he had nipped down to the parlor settee and spent a night cramped on the cushions. It was worth it for the noise to be muffled, and he had managed a few hours of sleep.

Those few hours, combined with the nap he had managed, meant that he was at least a decent host that night.

He opened the door himself, putting on a smile. "I hope you don't mind the late invitation, but I thought it would be good to get out of that dreary office for once."

"I suppose so," Penelope muttered underneath her breath, even as her father was overflowing with thanks. She reluctantly allowed a footman to take her coat, revealing a dress that Oscar knew was a few years out of season but it suited her. Dark red, conservatively cut, and with a long skirt, it highlighted how pale she was and made her hair seem even darker. Her blue eyes still flashed though, "Foxes?"

Oscar winced, looking around the parlor. "I'm afraid I inherited the place from my cousin, he was mad for the hunt. I'm doing my best to get rid of them, but every time I send one skin off to get turned into a muff or something, another five fall out of a closet." Or were tacked onto the wall, draped over the sofa, stuffed and mounted over the mantel.

"I personally find it barbaric," Penelope sniffed, turning away from the parlor. "They don't even hunt them for food."

Oscar moved past her, grabbing the mounted fox. "As do I, believe me, I've been doing my best. Let me throw this in a closet, I'll have it donated to some museum tomorrow." He waved at her with one hand, "Go on, warm yourselves up. It's quite cold and I can afford the coal, but it's better to share it!"

He came back from disposing of the mounted fox to find the Penelope had indeed availed herself of the fire, warming her hands over it while her father fixed a drink. He looked up as Oscar joined him, "How did you assignment go?"

Oscar pursed his lips, "There was an incident, but I recovered what I was sent for. I'll give it to you after dinner."

"An incident?" Penelope turned, an eyebrow raised. "Do go on."

He took a few steps toward the fire, hoping that the flush of the heat would hide the blush on his cheeks. "I was seen and had to rush to a friend to avoid being caught. Fortunately, I was able to slip away and lay low, nothing was compromised."

"You were sloppy." Penelope muttered, turning back to the fire.

Featherstone rocked his head from side to side, "I can't say she's wrong, and this friend, he won't talk?"

"She, actually." Oscar felt himself smile slightly. "And no, she's a dear friend from New York. I've known her most of my life."

Featherstone's brow furrowed for a moment, "Wait a minute, was this the one you had me watching naval manners for? The girl you were mooning over until she married a sailor?"

Now Oscar knew he would be unable to blame his color on the fire, "Yes, she has a business in Southampton at the docks. She was more than willing to help me get away." Anything else he was about to say was cut off by the butler announcing dinner was ready, and all of them made their way to the dining room.

Oscar made a mental note to remove the painting of Alfred riding after a vixen.

"How is she?" Featherstone asked after the first course, a warm potato soup, had been served. "I remember you pining after her for years."

God what Oscar wouldn't give for him to get off this subject. "She's well, her husband had leave and helped me arrange a car to get back to town. I was worried about the trains being watched."

"I'm sure her marriage must have been distressing for you," Penelope delicately dipped her spoon into her soup. "Given how much you desired her."

He saw Featherstone cast a glare at her, but Penelope didn't seem to care. Oscar pursed his lips, "She's happy with the husband she found, and I was far too focused on my education. I'm sure there will be some other girl to catch my eye soon enough."

"Is that the only reason you pay attention to girls, they catch your eye?" Penelope blotted at her lips while the soup was replaced with a roast and vegetables.

Oscar snorted, "Hardly, I do have a sister you know. She would not let me get away with dismissing anyone I hadn't taken a fancy too." He nodded his thanks to the footman when his own plate was replaced, "In fact, my friend, Anastasia, has already promised to write my sister about where I am, so I expect an angry letter fairly soon."

The professor had already cut into his beef, "She won't mention your business, will she?"

"She has promised not to," Oscar took a bite of his own meat. "I trust her with that." He found he was rather grateful that Penelope seemed far more focused on her meal than needling him anymore. Although that left him with only her father for conversation, and as much as Oscar admired the man, he had a tendency to be frightfully dull.

He also had a low tolerance for brandy and was dozing in a chair by the fire after a single after dinner drink. Penelope was nursing a glass of sherry, again standing by the fire. Oscar took his own brandy over, "I don't dismiss women, you know."

"You've dismissed me."

"When, Pen?" Oscar found himself slipping into a childish nickname unconsciously. "Forgive me, when have I dismissed you, Miss Featherstone?"

She snorted, "Pen is fine if you can't exert yourself to use multiple syllables."

"I am fully capable, Penelope. But I would appreciate an answer to my question."

Penelope swirled her sherry, "You never tried to talk to me when I sat in on Father's classes, I was simply a girl in the back, unworthy of your attentions."

"I never talked to you because you always had your nose buried in a book." Oscar chuckled, "I was raised to not interrupt someone when they're clearly studying."

Penelope blinked, a slight flush to her cheek that Oscar was fairly sure was not from the drink or the fire, "Oh, I, I had thought-"

"Penelope, my friend runs her company with her mother. My own mother can make New York society dance on a whim and my sister is quickly following in her footsteps. I'll be lucky if she doesn't hire Pinkertons to kidnap me back home." Oscar leaned closer, whispering. "I also support women's suffrage, if you need even more assurance."

That actually got her to giggle, a most delightful little sound that made her cover her mouth with her free hand. "Well, I give you permission to interrupt my reading if you find yourself wanting to talk to me."

"And I promise the next time you and your father visit nothing related to foxhunting will be displayed."

Will was worried about wearing his uniform to the hospital, but I disabused him of that notion fairly quickly. I explained that plenty of visitors were in the service and showed up in uniform, he really wouldn't stand out at all. I don't think I convinced him full though until I remarked that I have always found him at his most handsome when he wears his uniform. After that he spent a good five minutes making sure everything laid right, although that was quickly upset when Rigel bounded into the car with him. Will turned to me with exasperation, "Does he really have to come?"

"Yes," I replied primly, glad to not have to drive myself for once. "They all love him."

"I think the love that chocolate more," He grumbled as he started the car and pulled out of the garage. Fortunately, the drive to the hospital was fairly quick, and Dr. Humphry was too busy to do much more than nod to Will before hurrying off.

I watched Will as we entered the ward, noting how he reacted when Rigel was greeted with a happy cry. Will must have noticed, turning to me and rolling his eyes slightly. Rigel hardly cared, trotting around the room and bestowing kisses on any hand that reached to pet him. I had barely set the box of chocolates down before a voice called out, "Mrs. Murdoch!"

I turned, seeing Mr. Thomas was back. I plastered a smile on my face and prayed he wouldn't bring up what had happened on his little musical night. "Andrew, it's so good to see you again. Are you feeling better?"

"Much," He grinned, "Thank you for having that chocolate sent to me, it was much needed."

"I'm glad."

"Is that your husband?"

"Yes," I gestured for Will, currently doing his best to keep his eyes on Rigel, to join me. He gave Andrew a nod when he came closer, and I slipped my hand into his. "Will, this is Lieutenant Andrew Thomas, Andrew this is my husband, Captain William Murdoch."

Andrew's green eyes were wide and he blinked hard. "I know you!"

Will's brow furrowed, "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, we've only just met."

"No, no," Andrew shook his head, rolling over to his bedside table and grabbing a stack of books. "From here."

He extended one of the books to Will, who glanced down at the title and visibly paled. I hastily grabbed for it, reading the title. The Sinking of Titanic and Other Great Sea Disasters, I felt my hand begin to shake as I opened it. I could see Will's name over and over, the sinking, the inquiry, rumors and fact mixed together without any regard for either. It was when I was in the inquiry section that I saw a picture that made me freeze. Will, in his uniform and looking rather haggard, was helping me, in my mourning dress, out of our carriage.

When I looked up Andrew was grinning, "I should have known it from the start! I just didn't recognize you ma'am, not dressed like you are."

"Sir," Will grabbed the book and thrust it back to him. "You're mistaken."

Andrew didn't even notice the book, "I'm not, I followed what happened even before you left Southampton. I was outside the offices when the survivor's list came in, I read about every inquiry and even managed to get into the gallery in London one day." Instead of taking the book out of Will's hand, he extended one to me. "There's even a book about you, ma'am, and your husband."

"On the Precipice of Dawn," I read aloud, opening it. "Us?"

"Well, they changed your names but I'd love you to tell me what they got right and wrong." Andrew was completely unaware that all the other men were now quiet and apparently listening closely to us. "And Captain Murdoch, if I could ask you some questions about what exactly went on that night, well, it would just make my year."

Seeing that Andrew was apparently obsessed and not acknowledging our discomfort, Will wrapped an arm around my waist and began to draw me away. "Lieutenant Thomas, we will not be discussing this. Please, take your book back."

Clearly trying to hide a crestfallen expression, Andrew dropped his gaze and shook his head. "You can keep those; I have better copies at home. My wife brought me some used ones while I'm in here, but it would mean much to me if I could give them to you."

I gently took the book from Will's hands, collecting it with the other book in my hand. "Andrew, thank you, but I hope you understand why we don't want to talk about it."

"I don't know why you wouldn't," Andrew grumbled, turning onto his side and clearly pouting. "It was one of the greatest events in history, I'd think you'd want to claim your place in it."

"Living through it was enough." Will spat, turning away. To say the mood in the ward was unsettled was an understatement. Not a single man there didn't know that Andrew was obsessed with the Titanic, and had obviously recognized Will from the ship. They asked him about anything else instead. His current ship, his service, his plans for after the war, anything but asking why Andrew had bothered him so.

I felt Rigel wound up comforting Will and I more than the others, and he was still doing a good job when we got home.

He was draped over Will's lap when he sat on the settee, dragging a hand down his face. "Ana, you can't go back there."

"I didn't know he'd been moved back," I mumbled, sitting by him. "He'd been moved back into the hospital, I guess he recovered quickly."

"Obviously," Will shook his head. "Should we even open that book he gave us?"

I had shoved the Titanic book into a drawer as soon as we had gotten in, but the other one was still in my hands. "I suppose it wouldn't do any harm to look. I have to admit, I am curious."

"Curious to see what they say about you," He teased, "Hopefully they do you justice."

"And you!"

"Oh, I'll be the dastardly villain conniving to win your hand." Will chuckled, "Well, give it over, you always like me to read."

I assumed my usual place while he read, curled up in his lap with my head on his shoulder, but it quickly began shaking. I batted him, "You're making an awful pillow!"

"Ana, look at what this Anonymous named me." He held the book out, "Wyndham McMorris Murdoch, First Officer of the Gigantic."

I was swiftly laughing with him, my stomach hurting from laughing so hard. "And I'm Anabelle de Leon!"

"Ana, be a dear and get the whiskey." Will jostled me into motion, "I have a feeling we're going to need it." I did as I was bid, bringing us each a glass and the bottle. Will took a sip, sighed and began to read.

"Wyndham McMorris Murdoch was not looking forward to this voyage. The Gigantic suited her name, too large, too fast and too luxurious. She was captained by an old man and his officers consisted of a morose Scouse, an incompetent prankster, a drunk Welshman and a boy so young he should have still be in school. He was the only one who seemed to know what he was doing, and he sighed when the captain sent him off to assist some passengers. He much rather would have been doing his duty, but when he caught sight of her, all thoughts of duty fled his mind.

She was utterly, stunningly beautiful. A waterfall of golden hair spilled from under her hat, rich brown eyes and perfectly pink lips that were tilted up in a calculated smile. Wyndham knew he should have been greeting her father, but he let his eyes linger on the girl."

I teased Will as he read more, laughing as he read more about Wyndham mooning over the girl, who he shortly learned was named Anabelle. When he read Anabelle's parts I groaned loudly, for it was simply too much. Anabelle was shy and retiring, doing her best to please her parents who found fault with everything she did. But she did keep making eyes at Wyndham, and thanked him most politely after he had assisted her family to their cabin.

That had led to harsh remarks from her father for thanking a menial, and Anabelle had meekly ducked her head and followed along. Wyndham had returned to his duties, but had spent all night thinking of Anabelle. In the morning, he nearly wept in relief to find Anabelle taking the air by the bow. I took the book to read the next portion.

"Anabelle had hoped that she might see that handsome officer again, he had been so kind to stand up to her father. And now he was here, shyly coming up to join her at the rail. She turned to him, her voice soft. 'Thank you for your actions yesterday, it was very gallant of you.'

'It was what any man should have done.' He replied, 'Why does your father treat you so?'

'He wishes me to marry the son of a business rival, but I don't want to.' Anabelle fiddled her with her gloves. 'I wish to marry for love, as foolish as it sounds.'

'I don't think it's foolish in the slightest.' Wyndham dared to reach over and take her hand, bringing it to his lips. 'I think you're very brave for wanting that.'

Anabelle's heart was in her throat, but then she heard a screeching voice calling her name. 'Oh no, I must go. Mother can't find me here.' If Anabelle had looked back, she would have seen that in her haste her glove had come off in Wyndham's grasp, and that he lifted it to his lips once again."

I gave the book back to Will, returning to whiskey as he continued. Of course nothing could go Anabelle's way and her lack of glove was noticed. She endured a berating from both her parents, and when the captain discovered Wyndham had the glove he was forced to return it the next day. That only caused more problems for Anabelle, as her father was convinced that Wyndham had ruined her and the only way to salvage her reputation was to become engaged to that rival's son, who just so happened to be onboard.

Anabelle accepted Isiah's proposal that very night, with Wyndham watching from outside.

Will fairly threw the book down at that, "Honestly, this is getting painful."

"I think we're almost done, just finish it."

He grumbled, drank from the bottle, but did as I asked. Anabelle's father arranged for the captain to marry her to Isiah the very next day, and Anabelle rushed off to the bow to find Wyndham and confess that she had been forced into everything. It was while they were sharing a passionate kiss that the ship struck an iceberg. Of course the two of them were separated during the sinking, Anabelle rushing off to help her servants and the occasional third class orphan that she found. Wyndham attended to the lifeboats but took every opportunity to cry out for Anabelle.

He found himself in a boat, going back through the wreckage when he noticed her.

"Wyndham's heart went as frozen as the ice that had caused all this, seeing her pale form in the water. He didn't feel the cold as he all but dived into the water, hauling her up into the lifeboat. 'Anabelle, Anabelle, say something.'

The only reply were soft breaths from her, frigid clouds gusting from her pale lips.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to them. They were so cold, and he clutched her to him. 'Anabelle, please, I love you! Don't leave me!'

Her voice was a mere whisper, 'Wyndham?'

'Yes my darling, it's me.' He was almost crying now. 'I have you, you're safe.' He barely cared about the other people in the boat, his focus entirely on the center of his world."

Will snorted at that, "What do you think they would do if they learned it was you who saved me?"

"Faint away at the scandal." I giggled, leaning on him again. We continued, rolling our eyes when Wyndham arranged for the captain of the rescue ship to marry them right away, Anabelle's parents conveniently having died and left her everything. I pursed my lips at that, "I should write Mother about how much I appreciated having her after all that, I can't imagine doing that alone."

"Oh hush now," Will curled his arm around me. "Do that tomorrow, we're almost done."

I sighed, allowing him to relate how Anabelle was provided with a beautiful wedding dress by a passenger who insisted she keep it, and how a string quartet was summoned to play her down the makeshift aisle. I snorted, the last thing anyone had been concerned about that day had been romance. Everything had been too raw and too fresh to think beyond the sinking. Even my little adventures, cards with Lights and James and cuddling with Will, had been to try and void thinking about it.

Will drew my attention back to the book, picking up a year later. Wyndham had taken over the business and was more successful than ever while Anabelle delivered their first child, a boy named after his father. It ended with Wyndham kneeling by her bed, weeping about how she was the greatest thing in his life.

Will set the book aside with a sigh, "Christ that was painful."

"It was somewhat funny."

"Ana, they killed your mother in it."

"That woman has absolutely nothing of my mother in her." I smirked, "I think we should keep it in a drawer and pull it out whenever we need a laugh."

"It would serve better as kindling." He snorted, "Well, I think the ending is the most likely to actually happen. When we have a child I don't think I'll be able to do much but cry in happiness."

"Should we name them Wyndham?"

"Ana, if you name any of our children Wyndham or Anabelle, I am giving Lights that book and damn the consequences."

AN: Now, you may wonder where the hell I got this idea for the spoof book. I'm not making fun of bad fanfic, God knows I've written enough of it over the years. What I'm poking fun at is actually two things. One, there is a book called On the Edge of Daylight which is a self published Murdoch/OC. Ordinarily I would be all for that, except the author stole the premise and quite a few of the plot points from a previously posted fanfic and we know that the book author is not the fanfic author as the fanfic author has repeatedly denied that it is her. The book author recently changed Will's name to the Wyndham name above after she was raked over the coals for using Will's name and Ewan Stewart's likeness without much respect for the historical William Murdoch. My thanks to my friends, Sparky She Demon, LightsWillGuideYouHome and StarryNightSea, for helping me come up with spoof names.

Now Anabelle De Leon? Last year this story was stolen and posted on Amazon's Kindle Vella marketplace with the names searched and replaced. Anastasia became Anabelle, that was the only change I could find. Don't worry, I got it taken down, but I couldn't resist when the idea for the bad romance book came to me.