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[turps]

I've just seen this meme, and I'll throw it out there and see if anyone bites.

Comment to this post with an offer to write in any fandom that you and I have in common. I will answer with a prompt. Then, you will write me comment-fic, snippets, or whatever comes to mind. Now go post this in your own journal and demand fic of your very own! Make your flist work! You had a long week and you DESERVE it, dammit!

*And none of this BS from non-writers or newbies about having nothing to offer. Repeat to yourselves: I am a good person. I deserve the fiction of my choice. Gosh darn it, people like me. I shall reap the benefits of fandom.

One of my favourite things is to have fic written for me. I don't care if it's a drabble, or you think you can't write. I say, of course you can! Entertain me! I'll love you for it. I'll even be nice and not ask everyone for Kevin/Chris.

I want to say thank you to both daisydust for the paid time for the newsletter, and geeklite for the add on user pictures. You're both incredibly awesome. *mwah*

James has been off all week. He's still not feeling well and has to go to hospital on Monday for a scan if he's not feeling better by then. Hopefully he is, there's only so much brow rubbing I can do ;)

In great news, I have over 1000 words of my sparklyglee story! I won't be a failure who flakes for her own challenge. Which man, is a relief.

That's it for my oh so exciting life. Unless you want to know I have fresh pineapple. 2 for £1. If only it came ready skinned. And yes, I know you can get it tinned. That's not the same.

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[ceci2176.livejournal.com]

Not so long ago, there was a time when they'd all thought they would stay forever young, that what they had at that moment – fame, fortune, singing and dancing in front of thousands of people for a living - would last forever.

Oh, how naive we all were, Chris thought sadly. He himself was turning 36 this fall, while JC had celebrated the big 3-0 the year before even though the party had to be postponed for a couple of months until JC felt ready for it.


Things didn't feel as crazy now as they had done in March of 2006 and for over six months after that. Chris could still remember the events Tuesday, March 2 with painful clarity, from the call about JC having been run over by a drunk driver and how he was in a coma with head injuries and a shattered leg, but he could also remember when things had turned for the better, and September 13 (Wednesday) was a day he hoped he would remember for the rest of his life because it never failed to make him happy to think back to it.

The sound of slow footsteps behind him brought him out of his musings. "Hey."

He turned around, and was awarded with a big grin that instantly made him smile back. "Hey. Looking good there," he said, indicating the brace that encased JC's entire left leg. It was flesh-colored plastic, but what made it stand out was the black tattoo-style tribal pattern that ran over it.

"It does, doesn't it? I'd never dare getting this kind of tat for real, you know, so this is a win-win as far as I'm concerned. Not only does it help me walk, but it helps me walk with some style, to-" He grinned again. "-and before you tell me how superficial I am, there's no need preaching to the choir. It just makes me feel more at ease, all right?"

Chris nodded. "It's fine with me, babe. As long as it makes you feel better, it makes me feel better." Normal, almost.

"Another win-win." JC limped up to Chris and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "Anyway, therapy's over for this week, and I'm ready to do something fun."

"Define fun," Chris responded teasingly.

"Well, I'd love to shoot some hoops but my leg won't let me, and wheelchair basketball just isn't the same. At least not with someone as bad at maneuvering a wheelchair as you!"

"Hey, I resemble that remark!"

"You surely do, man."

"Well, at least I don't suck at the more important things in life, right?"

"If you did, do you think I'd still be with you after all this time? You know that there are lots of people from both teams lined up to play celebrity and groupie with me. And not to mention patient and nurse," he added playfully.

"Is that an invite?"

"Do bears shit in the woods? Is the pope Catholic? Is Lance gayer than Chris…tmas?"

Chris chuckled. "You got me there. All right, let's go home and get the show on the road, shall we?"

"Only if I get to be the nurse. It's supposed to be role play, remember?"

"I can live with that. You could tutor me, if need be."

"And you have lots to learn, old man," JC teased before once again kissing Chris tenderly. "So we'd better get out of this joint as soon as possible."

Now, this is what really matters in life, Chris thought as JC took his arm and they walked out of the physiotherapy wing of the hospital to go home.

THE END

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'm down with Chris and JC playing doctor and nurse! *g*

This was cool Ceci, I really liked the love between them, the fact that they'd be there for one another.

Also, JC's tattoo. That's one way for him to get one.

Thank you so much!

*meah*

[ceci2176.livejournal.com]

I'm down with Chris and JC playing doctor and nurse! *g*
Me too! :-D

This was cool Ceci, I really liked the love between them, the fact that they'd be there for one another.
I'm glad you feel that way!

Also, JC's tattoo. That's one way for him to get one.
Creative, huh? *g* I'd love to have one of those for myself!

Thank you so much!
My pleasure, Terri! :-D

*meah*
*muah*

[grishyc.livejournal.com]

I love h/c, this was sweet but too short

[ceci2176.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it!

I, too, found it too short, but that's all I could get out of my musae....