Sneak peek of a possible fic I came up with last night! This scene would be way down the line in it, but I'm too excited not to share it because there's no way I'm getting to the fic itself for a while.
The main pairing in this fic is Helen/James/John/Nikola/Ranna.
(Word count: 1,062)
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Chapter ? of: Isn't it Lovely?
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Helen felt her lip quiver slightly as she faced Nikola.
He made no move to come closer to her. He stayed feet away from her, hands in the pockets of his coat, staring at her warily, as if she were crazy for being here. As if she shouldn't have been here, when he was the one that shouldn't have been.
"Helen." he repeated her name, shifting.
If he turned away, Helen swore she was beat him to a bloody pulp on the sidewalk. She wanted to. She wanted him to turn away so that she had the excuse. So that she could make him hurt and bleed, to show him a fraction of the pain he had caused.
"How….how are you? How are the others?"
She swallowed, taking a breath and letting it out, trying to contain the rage and the pain that filled her now.
She thought of bloody hands and blanket forts and grief in the dark.
"You left us."
Nikola winced, his expression changing, as if she had greatly hurt him for immediately bringing it up. As if he wished that she hadn't. As if he had expected to get away with what he had done.
"You left us, Nikola."
Her voice shook and Helen wanted to tell herself that it was in anger, but it was in grief. In wanting to demand why. To scream at him and cry and release all the pain that he had added to. He hadn't been the initial cause, but he had doubled it in one night.
"I know."
"You left us!"
Since he wouldn't close the gap, she did, marching closer to him, fists balled in the pockets of her coat, though she wasn't sure if it was to stop them from shaking or to stop herself from hitting him in the face.
"I know what I did."
Nikola's voice was quiet.
"Then why did you do it?"
Nikola's shoulders curved and he looked down.
"Why?"
"I couldn't take it, Helen. I couldn't…I couldn't stand it. I had to go."
"You couldn't stand the people that love you grieving? That's why you left us?"
He flinched and Helen had to swallow a hot ball that had formed in her throat.
"It wasn't you. It was me."
"You selfish bastard."
Nikola didn't respond this, looking weary.
Tears stung Helen's eyes and she forced them back.
"How are they?" Nikola asked quietly.
"Grieving James. Grieving you."
He looked smaller at the last words and Helen felt a sick sort of pleasure at this. She wanted to tear him open, drip poison into the wounds, because there was no way that he had as many as the rest of them.
"We lost you, just after James. Do you know what it's like, Nikola, to wake up the day after the funeral and find another person gone? A bloody note on the kitchen counter? To wake up and lose another person that you love? To have to face that they chose to leave you?"
A tear ran down her face.
Nikola made a strange jerky motion, as if he were going to come closer and stopped himself.
"How are you?" he pressed, as if he were desperate for the information.
"I had to come to New York to track you down, you bastard. How do you think I am?"
Helen clenched her jaw, hardly able to stop herself from screaming the words at him.
"I never hid where I am."
"You never returned any calls either."
"Are you here to ask me to come home?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because they need you."
"Why?"
"You want to know how they are, Nikola?"
Helen stalked closer, even though there was no one else around to hear what she was about to say.
"John has been seeking….revenge for James. He comes home with blood on him. We clean him up and I stitch up any injuries, so no one knows."
Nikola's eyes widened in alarm, in shock.
"He--"
"Yes."
Nikola dragged a hand through his hair, shaking his head in denial. As if he couldn't believe that a man such as John had turned to such a darkness.
Helen no longer remembered if she had been surprised that seemingly gentle, uncertain John had become a killer, but she supposed her reaction had probably been the same.
"And…and Ranna?"
"She's carrying a child that's already lost two fathers. How do you think she is?"
Nikola cringed.
"They need you, Nikola. You may not deserve to come home, you may not deserve them, but they need you."
Her tears ran down her face freely now and Helen hated herself for it.
She was supposed to be the strong one. She was the one that was supposed to be steady, for the others. She was the one that had come to New York to bring Nikola home.
She wasn't supposed to be crying now.
He moved closer now, as if to take her in his arms, but Helen threw up her hand to prevent him from doing so.
Nikola's eyes searched her face, expression pleading.
"What about you, Helen? Do you need me?"
"What I need doesn't matter."
Nikola's eyes scanned her, lingering on her face.
"You're sick, aren't you?"
His voice was so soft it was nearly lost despite their proximity.
Helen swallowed and nodded.
Nikola's expression broke and she saw the fear and the pain.
"Do they know?"
"Yes."
"Do they know how serious it is?"
"No."
"Can you survive?"
"Perhaps."
Nikola grasped her shoulders and stared her in the eyes, terror in his.
"What are you planning, Helen?"
"Protecting my family."
She shrugged him off, seeing the tears in his eyes. That was something she couldn't stand.
"Come home, Nikola. Stop being a coward when people love you."
He kept staring at her and Helen had the impression that she had taken a hammer to the cracked world he had been living in since they had been told of James's death.
She smiled as the rain began in earnest.
Good.
He would have no choice but to come home now.
"Helen--"
Helen turned and began to walk away, ignoring him even as she kept crying.
Her mind was already far away from where they were, back in a blanket fort and warmth and safety, which was more than the man behind her could give her now.
OKAY CAN SOMEBODY EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THE FUCK YOU SHIP A PACKAGE OF COOKIES TO A FRIEND WHO LIVES IN NEW JERSEY, ONLY TO HAVE IT NOT GET THERE ON TIME BECAUSE IT SOMEHOW ENDED UP IN GUAM?
SO FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES, @homebeccer @phantomrose96 @cupcakecreeper AND I WANTED TO KNOW HOW MUCH IT WOULD ACTUALLY COST THE U.S. GOVERNMENT TO INTENTIONALLY SEND THESE COOKIES FROM TEXAS TO GUAM TO NEW JERSEY AND???????????????
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IT’S
IT’S
IT’S NOT AN OPTION IT’S NOT AN OPTION I CAN’T I-
I COULDN’T EVEN HAVE SENT THESE COOKIES TO GUAM EVEN IF I’D HAVE TRIED
Ok I know this is super old now but I work at a post office and I was curious about the price so I did some digging and I still don’t have a definite answer because THE REASON it says “no shipping services available” is because all shipping services were actually suspended to Guam at the time. As in no packages, parcels, letters, or mail of any kind could be sent to Guam. So not only is it mind boggling that it got sent so far in the wrong direction of its intended destination, but because nothing should have been able to get in to Guam period.
You QUITE LITERALLY could not have sent these cookies to Guam if you tried.
this and also the only difference between fanfic writers and writers who sell their own original works as careers is that fanfics aren’t monetized. that’s all.
being a “professional” writer doesn’t mean your works are inherently better than fanfics. I’ve read so many fics that are more professionally written than some published books.
whether or not a piece of writing is monetized has nothing to do with its quality.
Where's that tweet about how American chants are "let's go [team name] and some other country (Irish?) fans are "I've made up a song about the other team's drinking problem to the tune of London Bridge Is Falling Down one two three"?
Caprica is so funny from the perspective of a Sanctuary fan.
Ranna Seneschal is married to Sylvio and grooms children into her religion and then sends them to training camps on a different planet run by John Druitt and Henry Foss. Ranna and Henry have sex and he leads a whole coup against the Church Elders for her and kills the guy that wanted to assassinate her because it was that good. Greg Addison is a government agent on Ranna's ass trying to prove she's a terrorist and gets her situationship to spy on her for him to prove it. James Watson is Addison's boss and is blackmailing him. James is also actually a big dude in Ranna's terrorist organization that was letting her and Sylvio think he was two separate people to make sure they weren't going to turn on him and ultimately feeds them very useful information to aid them. Dr. Li threatens James at gunpoint to save his friends so they can go ruin Ranna's plan to bomb a sports arena and have people to ascend to her virtual heaven.
