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“Not another life. Not another version of herself. Just this precise feeling.” A look that lingers a second too long, a hallway too narrow, and Catherine realizing she can still feel unexpected.
An interactive fic with eleven possible routes and two endings. The path is yours to choose.
"They were in the back of a taxi, Lamb taking up seventy percent of the available space, and Catherine wishing the day over."
© Mick Herron, Joe Country
The Seven Lives of Catherine Standish. Chapter 9
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Chapter 9
Summary:
Catherine had just turned fifty when she got the letter at her flat. She didn't know what she would have done if it had arrived at Slough House. The "Department of Determinative Service" had scheduled her appointment. Her mother would have died of shame if she'd known it would come to this. Fifty and the bond still untriggered. It hadn't been meant to be like that, at least not at first. The timer had changed one night in '91. Instead of a steady countdown to a shared future with her soulmate, an infinity symbol had been etched on her skin. Not unheard of, but rare. Now she could finally find out what had gone wrong. The process was simple enough. The system granted you six questions, each leading to an alternative reality in which to gather the truth. Hopefully, she wouldn't get sidetracked.
The Unfinished by EliACa [AO3]
8. Final Chapter: What Remains
It is not the look of someone seeing something for the first time. It is the look of someone who knows every inch of what stands before him and has decided, tonight, to take none of it for granted. His mouth goes first to her neck, moving upward slowly, then to her jaw, her cheekbone. Then to the corner of her lips, not quite reaching her mouth, with that deliberate rhythm. When he finally kisses her lips, he does it like a declaration: that he is here, that he has no intention of being anywhere else.
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Chapter 8
Summary:
Catherine had just turned fifty when she got the letter at her flat. She didn't know what she would have done if it had arrived at Slough House. The "Department of Determinative Service" had scheduled her appointment. Her mother would have died of shame if she'd known it would come to this. Fifty and the bond still untriggered. It hadn't been meant to be like that, at least not at first. The timer had changed one night in '91. Instead of a steady countdown to a shared future with her soulmate, an infinity symbol had been etched on her skin. Not unheard of, but rare. Now she could finally find out what had gone wrong. The process was simple enough. The system granted you six questions, each leading to an alternative reality in which to gather the truth. Hopefully, she wouldn't get sidetracked.
The Unfinished by EliACa [AO3]
Chapter 7: What Is Chosen
…there are things you close but not completely, doors you push that give but never quite fit back into the frame, that six months and a second resignation have not been enough to contain what they once had. What remains unfinished does not disappear. It changes shape. It waits.
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Chapter 7
Summary:
Catherine had just turned fifty when she got the letter at her flat. She didn't know what she would have done if it had arrived at Slough House. The "Department of Determinative Service" had scheduled her appointment. Her mother would have died of shame if she'd known it would come to this. Fifty and the bond still untriggered. It hadn't been meant to be like that, at least not at first. The timer had changed one night in '91. Instead of a steady countdown to a shared future with her soulmate, an infinity symbol had been etched on her skin. Not unheard of, but rare. Now she could finally find out what had gone wrong. The process was simple enough. The system granted you six questions, each leading to an alternative reality in which to gather the truth. Hopefully, she wouldn't get sidetracked.
The Unfinished by EliACa [AO3]
Chapter 6: What We’re Building
At this distance, Jackson can see the exact color of her eyes in this January light, which is something he should have stopped noticing years ago and clearly hasn’t. She holds his gaze without looking away, because looking away now would mean admitting that the intensity of his eyes is doing something to her she’s not prepared to admit on a pavement at ten in the morning. (...) “What your profile would be like?” Catherine says nothing for a moment. “My Tinder profile?” “Yes. What you’d put. The photo, the description, all that.” “I’m not going to have a Tinder profile, Jackson.” “I’m not asking you to have one. I’m asking what you’d put if you did. It’s a hypothetical exercise.”
The Unfinished by EliACa [AO3]
Chapter 5: The Things That Are True
“Is that what you want?” Catherine looks at him. Studies his profile. The slight tension in his jaw. His hands still on the wheel. This man who knows her in ways no one else does, who is here in this car because he doesn’t know how to do things any differently. “What I want,” she says quietly, “and what’s possible aren’t always the same thing.”
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Chapter 6
Summary:
Catherine had just turned fifty when she got the letter at her flat. She didn't know what she would have done if it had arrived at Slough House. The "Department of Determinative Service" had scheduled her appointment. Her mother would have died of shame if she'd known it would come to this. Fifty and the bond still untriggered. It hadn't been meant to be like that, at least not at first. The timer had changed one night in '91. Instead of a steady countdown to a shared future with her soulmate, an infinity symbol had been etched on her skin. Not unheard of, but rare. Now she could finally find out what had gone wrong. The process was simple enough. The system granted you six questions, each leading to an alternative reality in which to gather the truth. Hopefully, she wouldn't get sidetracked.
"but she never really quit, she'd just say she did"
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-Chapter 5-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/80690821/chapters/216927906
Summary:
Catherine had just turned fifty when she got the letter at her flat. She didn't know what she would have done if it had arrived at Slough House. The "Department of Determinative Service" had scheduled her appointment. Her mother would have died of shame if she'd known it would come to this. Fifty and the bond still untriggered. It hadn't been meant to be like that, at least not at first. The timer had changed one night in '91. Instead of a steady countdown to a shared future with her soulmate, an infinity symbol had been etched on her skin. Not unheard of, but rare. Now she could finally find out what had gone wrong. The process was simple enough. The system granted you six questions, each leading to an alternative reality in which to gather the truth. Hopefully, she wouldn't get sidetracked.
Chapter 4: The Fair Version
For a moment, he can still smell her perfume in the office air. It’s not exactly a hallucination. It’s that smell stores things in a way no other sense does—records, files, returns them without permission.
Chapter 3: What Breaks Without a Sound
Forgetting does not arrive evenly—there are parts of you that keep moving, of their own accord, toward the moments that were once good.
Chapter 2: What Was (Without Saying It)
His hands are rough and large, and he moves them with a deliberate slowness that has nothing to do with clumsiness, as if he were remembering something he once knew and had stored somewhere in his memory where it doesn’t deteriorate.
Chapter 1: The Exact Shape of What’s Gone
Summary: What do you do with love when it doesn’t disappear, when it has nowhere left to go?
Then one day the structure disappears and leaves behind a space in the exact shape of what’s gone. That’s what no one tells you about losing someone who’s lived close to you for a long time: you don’t miss them as a whole, as a complete image. You miss them in small fragments, in the gaps they left in your smallest routines. You miss them in the moment your hand reaches for something that is no longer where it used to be.
Relationships: Jackson Lamb/Catherine Standish, Jackson Lamb & Catherine Standish Tags: Unresolved feelings, Emotional hurt, Angst, Complicated love, Unspoken words, One honest conversation would’ve fixed this (but where’s the fic in that?)
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