Dark Knight's Heir - Chapter two
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mangacat201Dark Knight's Heir
Author: Mangacat
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, others
Rating: R - NC-17
Parts: 1/?
Word Count: 4900/?
Disclaimer: I totally wanna own them... cough sadly that's not possible, nor is getting paid for this. I'll have fun and they're not going to get hurt … much. Promise.
Warnings: Erm, m/m sex, violence, language, gore (i.e. epic battle of the good against the bad), het sex (OMG), character death (minor).
Summary: Jared Padalecki lives a Joe Average life with his fiancee... until a handsome stranger with an unbelievable story and a mysterious tale of destiny breaks the peace to safe his life.
SO, this is Jared’s and Tom’s couple picture that you all noticed in the last chapter. Birdie made it rather yummy of course.
… He belatedly realized that he had darted into a narrow dark back alley full of junk, and that the end of it was really, really far away, or so it seemed. And that meant he had manoeuvred himself into a position where the people behind him could catch up real easy, and no-one would come running should they hear screams from this place. Right and left there were at least five storeys worth of brick wall going up…
Jared didn’t dare look back again, fearing that it would cost him whatever scrap of sanity he was still teetering on and opted to ignore the blood rushing in his ears, and the footsteps shuffling behind him. He headed for the other end of the alley instead at the fastest possible pace without breaking into a full out run. He was in about two thirds of the way, when another shadow that dropped about halfway between him and the exit made him halt rather abruptly. What looked like an appearance out of thin air was really only a five foot drop from a fire escape on the side, but the dark figure moved rapidly towards him now. Jared felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face into the collar of his coat, and he scolded himself for pondering such trivial, unimportant things when he had single-handedly managed to set himself up for an ambush. Then the shadow turned into a man and revealed handsome features and piercing eyes that held him in place when the guy stopped right in front of him. Jared froze at the sight of the familiar face, and the words that tried to form got stuck halfway through with the feeling that even if the man was several inches shorter than he himself, he had stumbled nose to chest with a much bigger guy.
He felt more than heard the rustle coming up behind him, and while some deep primal instinct seemed to keep him rooted to the spot. He watched the stranger from the evening before reach up behind his back, heard something click and suddenly the handle of what seemed to be a sword appeared over the other one's shoulder. In one fluid motion the guy grabbed the handle and drew a shiny, viciously waved looking blade from the sheath at his back. Without ever moving his gaze from Jared’s eyes, he turned it with a roll of his wrist and thrust it right down in an arc that led the blade downwards behind Jared’s shoulder about half an inch from his face. Jared could see the vibrations going through the sword as it met something solid and moving, directly behind him.
The stranger’s eyes moved to the side a little, and Jared managed the barest of movements to glance up following his line of sight. A gleaming silver dagger had been poised to cut a very neat line across his throat, and in a second more it would have succeeded, but the hand holding it loosened, and the weapon clattered to the floor with an incredibly loud noise at the same time as the other man drew his own back out of whoever had been standing behind Jared.
Then the first words were spoken between all the occupants in the alley. The stranger let Jared know in a cool voice:
“Stay still.”
Then grabbing him by the left shoulder, he spun them both around in a one-eighty, the sword raised behind his back, this time to block another oncoming blow from a second opponent just moments before it would have ripped into his turned side.
With a silent command to keep out of the way from those captivating eyes, Jared was left on the spot, gaping, while his helper took on about five of what looked liked regular people, but with a completely irregular arsenal of medieval weaponry and clearly inhuman speed. His eyes flicked down to the crumpled form on the ground before him and encountered… a puddle of seriously disgusting goo. His eyebrows made their journey to his hairline at the sight of the corpse that was no longer… well there. But the vicious looking silver dagger still lay prone and gleaming on the dirty ground of the alleyway. In the split second that he pondered to sweep down and take it, he noticed that, of all things, he was still clutching his briefcase to his chest, increasing the dull ache in his wrists. He got sidetracked by trying to follow the sinuous movements of the arcing sword, but gave it up to watch its wielder instead. It was clear that this man had no trouble taking on two opponents at once, while the others had to hold back due to the narrowness of the alley. He stepped through their attacks with practised ease and parried their blows like going through the steps of a complicated dance, making them look clumsy and crude. But you couldn’t miss the danger that oozed like a clinging, numbing feeling from the attackers even as Jared watched the stranger dart away from a lunge, searing right through a neck with a swing that met the sword of the next attacker coming up with deafening force. Jared also noticed that the fight was imperceptibly drawing away from where he stood. He heard the people (for the lack of a better term) snarl with malice and utter words in a language that wasn’t anything he’d ever heard, but he didn’t really want to know what they were using to address him.
Jared stood watching how the sword whirled from one metal opponent to the next, taking on an eery lightening-blue gleam, making shadows waver along the walls and the rapid movement caused the waved blade to actually look like a serpent, right down to the handle in the form of a dragon that seemed to coil and slither into the way, whenever the attackers' weapons drew too close to the wielder’s hand. The man moved with the ease of someone who was intimately acquainted with his weapon of choice, and many of his turns and twists melted into each other, preparing to meet the opponents' strikes even before they could get close enough to try. But as one split second followed the next, the two attackers seemed to reach a silent agreement, and they simultaneously drew back to leave the place to the third, who produced a vicious-looking, two handed sword that was long enough to draw sparks as it scraped along the brick. The guy didn’t even pause in his swing though; he just brought forth a blow that would have cut a clean new neckline had the stranger still been standing there. Instead it met thin air as the other man let himself drop backwards, supporting himself with one arm on the side and used his momentum to flick his feet over his head. He found his footing again a second later, well outside the range of the big sword, but very much in Jared’s personal space.
“Duck!”
Jared found his muscles obeying the command before he could even so much as think about it, and his huge frame folded to the ground in a crouch. At the same time the man blocked the monstrous longsword with one hand on the flat side of his sword, taking a blow that should have shattered the blade but made it sing with a metallic screech instead, a forth participant rushed at his back where Jared had been half a second before. Once again the command had saved him from being sliced open, but Jared saw that this time his rescuer would not have enough time to bring the sword around behind him. So Jared did the only thing he could think of in the short time – use playground tactics. He turned halfway and let the attacker run his stomach straight into his poised elbow. The guy’s eyes bugged out, and he was thrown off course with a slight ‘oof’. Right that instant, Jared saw the gleaming metal of the fallen dagger on the ground, grabbed it in his right hand and stood up with a swinging movement towards the still-stunned attacker. He felt the cold silver slice through the air and let himself be drawn forward with the momentum as the other man charged. It was sheer dumb luck that brought the dagger into place at that perfect moment, when it was too late for the other to stop his own movement. It carried him directly onto the weapon, while his own sliced a thin line onto Jared’s cheek which began bleeding profusely at once. Jared promptly wobbled on his knees when the weight of the attacker slumped against him, and he went down in a heap of tangled limbs.
Behind his back a ferocious snarl told him that maybe his helping hand wasn’t all that appreciated, but he couldn’t think beyond crawling out from under the lifeless body that turned into disgusting goo the moment he’d heaved it off himself. When it set in slowly that he’d just – holy hell - just killed a man with… a dagger of all things, and that wasn’t really a man at all, was it? – he shuffled back on his hands, until he hit the nearest wall and huddled in a ball, slinging one arm around his knees and the other over his eyes. He couldn’t care less if anyone else attacked him; he closed his eyes and blocked out the noise of the still ongoing fight. There was maybe a chance that there wouldn’t be any more people fighting to kill him in the immediate future, or at least that the floor of the alley would be littered with actual corpses - as unpleasant as the thought might feel. He lost track of time, concentrating on nothing besides the cold dampness soaking through his coat at the bottom, which was why he almost jumped out of his skin when a hand fell on his arm. He banged his head painfully against the wall behind him and opened startled eyes to find green searching them, accompanied by familiar, and thankfully friendly features. The stranger crouched in front of him, leaning on the sword he'd set on the floor with one hand, the other coming up to cup Jared's chin and move his head to the side gently to inspect the wound on his cheek that only now started to sting like a bitch.
“Number one: I hate to say I told you so, only I don’t, number two: are you alright?”
“Ah… huh?”
“Yeah, you shouldn’t sit around here on the ground any longer. You’re going to catch cold.”
The stranger rolled his eyes and grabbed his elbow to make him stand. Once he’d achieved that, he noticed just how much his legs shook from what he’d just gone through. He finally got his bearings enough to look down the alley and see that they were the only two occupants left. Jared looked back at the man standing in front of him once again, and that was when his manners finally did the rebound and slapped him in the back of his head, taking on the image of his momma with a spoon.
“I.. Thank you. Yeah… I think everything’s… what WAS that?”
“That was just a bunch of your common, friendly, neighbourhood demons. The fairly light versions.”
“But, these are… I mean, when they were following me, their faces, they… how could people not NOTICE that?”
The man cocked his head slightly and blinked at him, then narrowed his eyes as if he was trying to figure something out.
“Well, I think, let’s just…”
He drew the sword up to put it back inside the sheath on his back and that’s when Jared saw the gaping slash in the black coat going round from side to back over the ribs that were crusted with dark, drying blood. He gasped and lifted his hand in a helpless gesture.
“Oh my… you’ve been hurt, how, I mean…” then something flashed behind his eyes, a little detail he hadn’t registered in the middle of the fight. “That was me, wasn’t it, when I, God I’m such a… you need to come with me, let me fix that up.”
Without further ado, Jared grabbed the stranger around the other arm and dragged him along to the exit of the alley that brought them out on the street across from his apartment building. He hurried over with the understandable urge to be inside solid walls as soon as possible. He wasn’t looking at the other man but noticed that he followed without resistance at the same pace and didn’t seem to be unsteady on his feet at all. In fact, when they got into the elevator, he could see what he presumed was an amused frown in the mirrors around the cabin. Jared abruptly let go as if he’d been burned and turned to the other man. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but snapped it shut a moment later shaking his head. He brought his hand up to massage the spot over his nose when another headache caught up with him. He just noticed that he didn’t have his briefcase with him and his breath hitched at the thought that it was now lying around in an alley where a fight had taken place. (Ok, there were apparently no bodies to account for but still…) when the man held it up and winked at him. Honest to god winked… Jared would have maybe melted or babbled or done something else entirely stupid if the elevator hadn’t chosen to open up that instant.
He walked down the corridor and fumbled a bit with the keys, hoping - for a change - that Tom wasn’t home yet, so he wouldn’t have to explain how he came to drag a wounded stranger into their home. When the door finally clicked behind his back, he realized that he’d not even thought of Tom and how he might worry when Jared didn’t come home on time, and all of it caught up with him, and, holy shit, he could have DIED and…
Jared stumbled forwards, turning into the living room and flopping down on the couch as the panic attack ran over him like a freight train. He breathed so fast that his head started to spin, and only the touch of the hands that reached down to tilt his head up made him snap out of his frenzy and fix his eyes onto the face in front of him.
“Breathe. Slowly, in and out… everything’s alright, ok.”
Jared went with the breathing rhythm the other set for him, and slowly things began to wind down again. He closed his eyes and concentrated on what he had actually wanted to do on the way here, help the stranger and take care of the injury. He glanced up again into the other’s eyes and realized that something was missing. Nervous laughter was bubbling up in his throat, and he couldn’t stop from spilling what was on his mind.
“I… you saved my life, and I don’t even know your name.”
The man in front of him chuckled, showing the crinkles around his eyes that accompanied his gorgeous smile.
“My name is Jensen.”
Jared silently rolled the syllables round on his tongue and then threw himself into gear, when he noticed just how close Jensen had leaned in the process of calming him down. He stood up, nearly knocking the other man off the coffee table where he’d perched and bustled off in the direction of the bathroom and the first aid supplies. Over his shoulder he threw the words:
“I’m going to fetch things, you just… undress and wait there.”
Which… afterwards, he totally did bang his head on the door jamb of the bathroom for the way that sounded to his own ears. Sure he wouldn’t go around propositioning handsome men like that, but if Tom had come in right at that moment… first aid kit, there under the sink. He grabbed the kit and rushed back to the living room to find Jensen discarding his shirt with a slight wince, revealing a gorgeous back with clearly defined muscles playing under the creamy skin, but also the still bleeding cut that went around his right side and on over his ribs for at least three inches. Jared flinched at the sight and the thought that he himself had been responsible for that wound. The dark blonde man threw a glance at Jared over his shoulder and then put something on the couch where his coat lay. The moment his hand opened, a scabbard appeared out of thin air with the familiar handle of the long sword peeking out above it. Jared stood there gaping. He had seen many inexplicable things that day, but most had been in the heat of a fight for dear life, and this casual display of how his world had gone off kilter threw him. Still, he told himself not to be such a wuss and to attend to the matters at hand. When he drew nearer, he noticed the intricate, black-inked lines that formed foreign patterns on the skin of Jensen’s arms, on his left side up over the shoulder and onto his back. He didn’t recognize the style exactly, but it looked like something tribal or perhaps Celtic. And it obviously went on below the waistline of Jensen’s pants - and didn’t that image make him blush at the most inconvenient time possible? This was still a total stranger whose agenda was not exactly clear to him, even if he had saved his life out there (in a very supernatural fight, his brain supplied helpfully.) Either way, something in Jensen’s stance and charm made him trust the man, and Jared decided that whoever came out of a fight as a casualty of friendly fire but didn’t use the big ass sword he carried around to retaliate, deserved at least the benefit of the doubt.
“I don’t think we can avoid a trip to the ER if it needs stitches, but otherwise, I think my first aid will be sufficient, so can I have a look at it?”
Jensen turned around and spread his arms to the side, the right one held up to give Jared access to the wound and a good view of an equally fascinating chest with more tattoos in the same style swirling over his pecs and down over the ribs to an impressive set of stomach muscles. Jared raked his eyes over the beautiful assets in front of him and gulped, concentrating on the bloody line on the right side and decidedly ignoring the smug grin on Jensen’s face. He used a wet towel to clean up the blood and saw that the cut was really long but thin and superficial. With all the blood wiped away, it also looked as if it was closing already, and he decided that a light bandage would be sufficient to keep it clean and covered enough to heal without a hitch. While he worked he studied the pattern on the right arm and noticed that it only went up to the elbow but looked like it should go further.
“Are you getting the second shoulder done too?”
No bad beginning in terms of light conversation. Jensen glanced down and another smile tugged at his lips.
“That’ll take another couple of years at least.”
Jared raised his brows questioningly.
“Yeah? You need to save up for it first, or something?”
“No, it’s a reward. The time’s got to be right for it.”
“Uhuh.”
When Jensen didn’t offer to elaborate on the statement, Jared went back to concentrating on the bandage. When he was sure he had covered and secured all of the wound, he drew back and nodded at the other man, his face set in the determined ‘we need to talk’-frame as his friends had dubbed it.
“So, are we going to talk about that thing or what?”
Jensen raised an eyebrow, but made no move to cover even a bit of ground towards Jared.
“Talk about what exactly?”
“Oh you know that big brightly coloured elephant here in the room that’s shooting rainbows out of its ass.”
“Your talkative eloquence surprises me by the minute… and there I thought you could only do Pleasantville.”
“Don’t give me that shit, you know what I’m talking about.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, the way you just happened by to save me from being sliced and diced by a bunch of people that… were not really just people, were they?”
“No Jared, they weren’t, and I was there, because I’ve been keeping an eye on you for quite some time now.”
Jared let his hand sink to his sides and took a step back.
“You have?”
The other man turned to face him fully again and rolled his eyes.
“I told you, you have a special place in the fight that’s going to be coming down on our heads soon enough. Your heritage makes you one of the major players without being asked, and, yeah, I know that sucks for you, but you really don’t want to get killed, ‘cause you’re sitting there with your thumbs up your ass, with no clue what’s actually out there to get you. And me neither, so I’ve been hanging around to get some of the darker nasties off your back, before they get to be a bother, but we can’t risk you staying unaware longer. You saw what happened out there, and if I hadn’t been there, you would’ve have been just another dead body rotting in a back alley.”
Jared was really caught up on Jensen’s lips, and the way they uttered the words 'ass' and 'up,' but his last words instantly made him look up and focus again on the serious eyes that were fixed on his. He saw genuine concern, and something else in those eyes, a sliver of secret emotion he couldn’t place. He heaved a deep breath and looked down on the blood stained towel in his hands, finally trying to process what he’d seen. Of course, he promptly went over to denial, and fixated on the convenient stalking charges.
“Wait a minute, WHAT? You mean, you actually lurked around here, watching me and my… who are you, Batman? You’ve got a really good fantasy life and way too much free time. And you know what? Those guys were probably a totally ordinary bunch of muggers, and really you probably did save me real good out there, but that’s just… people that aren’t people? Yeah right, my head’s been messed up so much lately, I’m probably getting hallucinations from all that migraine business.”
“No, Jared…”
Jared held up a hand and backed up a step, then gathered the first aid supplies to put them away.
“I’d really appreciate if you didn’t lurk anymore and just let me get to the next neurologist to get my head fixed. After all, you could totally have arranged all that just to get in with me again, which by the way no breaking and entering either yeah? God, I’m just glad that Tom isn’t home yet, he would’ve got to say something about this.”
“Yeah, about that…”
“Please just… dress and go, do whatever you do with the dark saviour of the night thing to someone else, alright?”
Jared walked away, putting the couch between Jensen and himself, one hand waving dismissively at him, the other carrying the bowl with the supplies. That’s when he noticed that his hand was shaking as if it couldn’t hold the bowl anymore, and the ache in his wrists that had never really left during the whole ordeal went over the edge of bearable.
“What the… arrrrgh.”
The stinging pain amplified tenfold, and the bowl fell from his left hand as he brought the right one up to his face, watching as little drops of blood formed on the skin directly under his palm. He followed the bright red rivulets on their path down his arm, while sinking to his knees with a pained groan. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jensen leaning over the couch, cursing and looking… tinged. Jared turned his head and saw bright, electric blue discharges that seemed to sizzle along his skin, lighting up the black inked lines with an eerie glow. He had curled into a ball over his hand in an instinctive attempt to get the pain to stop, but the sensation just circled his wrists in waves, making him gasp and pant fast and harsh. He could feel his skin ripple, and the liquid trailing down, soaking into his shirt when Jensen fell to his knees beside him and grabbed his hand, trying to get him move his arm so he could see what was going on.
“Make it stop, oh GOD, Jen.. haaach,…”
Jensen turned his arm over so the bloody marks were visible, and he was touching them with his free hand, when a blue spark sprung up and over to Jared’s blood, making it flare up like a line of spilled fuel.
Jensen’s eyes went wide and he uttered an ‘oh Shit!’ as if he could only see it now, and Jared tried to wrench his hand away instantly. The other man tightened his grip though, preventing them from separating.
“No, Jared you can’t… hold on, don’t let go, you hear m…” he hissed suddenly and bowed his head as if under strain.
Jared observed dumbfounded how the sparks and arcs of energy sprang around on his arm, running along the blood, forcing the blood to run in certain directions, forming a pattern that seared into his skin like a brand. He felt the distinct thump of another heart that pulsed along with the energy bouncing around on his skin, besides his own fast beat. They actually caught up to each other until the rhythm didn’t differ anymore. He closed his eyes, felt his head fall back when something touched his awareness, and suddenly there were pictures in his head, rolling down like a film. A blond boy of maybe six years made a mad dash on his bicycle along a driveway. He threw in a vicious curve and shot back up in the direction of a house where a blond woman was standing together with a much younger dark haired man. She was clearly the boy’s mother and she shot a concerned glance at him, before turning back to the man to exchange a look with him.
Jared slumped against a heavy, warm weight in front of him and blinked hard to get rid of the veil in front of his eyes that was making everything fuzzy and distorted. When his vision cleared, he was looking at plains of naked skin etched with black lines, and, looking up, he saw that the heaving chest belonged to the man he’d only known for such a short time, even if it did feel like years of his life had been turned upside down all at once. Jensen still looked down at him, wide-eyed, but then he seemed to get his act together and move away from Jared to straighten himself and stand up again. He went over to the couch and threw on his shirt and grabbed his weapon, before turning to throw a look over his shoulder at Jared.
“They’ll have caught on to that, we’ve got to leave, NOW!”
There was nothing Jared could do except stare back, still dazzled from what had happened in the last few minutes. That is, until he looked down and caught on to the patterns that now littered the skin of his arms up to the elbow, black inked lines that matched the ones on Jensen’s skin to the last swirl, except for the designs on his wrist where the curls were even more intricate and complicated, circling like two bracelets. Drying blood flaked along the new lines, and the skin looked raised and raw. Jared blinked disbelievingly down at his arms that were slowly throbbing less. But then he was dragged up by Jensen, who threw his coat at him and manoeuvred him out of the door. He managed one last look at his living room, and the thought of what whoever found it like this would be thinking fled through his head and right into the fog that befuddled his mind.
The door slammed closed behind him.
Chapter three
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Date: 2009-06-26 10:32 pm (UTC)They are only just LEAVING?? omg... ehehe. *bounces*
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Date: 2009-06-26 10:38 pm (UTC)Cat
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Date: 2009-06-26 10:55 pm (UTC)*scoots over to cuddle*
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Date: 2009-06-27 11:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-06-27 12:49 pm (UTC)Oh i love this...
*Hugs* x
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Date: 2009-06-27 01:02 pm (UTC)Cat
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Date: 2009-06-29 08:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-06-29 08:31 pm (UTC)Tommy.. yeah, Tommy boy will have his entrance soon enough, revealing.. something ehehehehe, stay tuned!!
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Date: 2009-07-07 12:24 pm (UTC)so much happening and each more important than other, i loved Jared and Jensen's interactions here and ooh am i looking forward to the future chapters! ;)
and birdie you're awesome babe! this manips are AMAZING!!
♥ you both *hugs*
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Date: 2009-07-07 02:07 pm (UTC)Birdie recieved comment, was overjoyed. And can I tell you something?? It's only going to get BETTER YIKES... you should see the CAST-PICS (I can put them up in a few chaps, when everyone filters in... *giddy*) Oh, I could snuggle you so much right now, thanks for comment!! *scuttles off writing*
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Date: 2009-07-07 02:53 pm (UTC)YAY! you already know how much i'm loving this fic, and the grahpics don't hurt ;) seriously that tattoe picture!!!!! GUH!!! i never really like tattoes much, but the design is soo perfect! *stares*
♥
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Date: 2009-07-07 02:59 pm (UTC)Cat
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Date: 2009-07-08 06:24 pm (UTC)Thanks for this...
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Date: 2009-07-08 06:50 pm (UTC)Next week... stay tuned, and THANKS so much for the comment!
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Date: 2009-09-16 02:36 pm (UTC)Oops for Jared slahing Jensen with the knife, but at least he got to patch him up after, lol.
Hmm, interesting about Jared getting the marks, I wonder if that could be like being initiated, like he killed that one demon and is now in the life.
My guess is that Tom is one of the bad guys and has been keeping an eye on Jared, and those pills he got him have been supressing his 'powers' which is why he couldn't see the demon people before, or something like that anyway., I could be completely wrong.
Loving this so much. xx
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Date: 2009-09-16 04:00 pm (UTC)But wowie, you're good, at least nobody else had enough sense to point it out yet. Well, I think if you make a bit of an effort, you can give Birdie a run for her money (I got a plot in the plot in the plot just to see if she'll find out before anyone else.=) Ehehehe... ok, off to read your next commy...
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Date: 2009-09-16 04:07 pm (UTC)Birdie is amazing at picking up plot lines, I struggle to keep her in the dark in my fics too, but I love reading her comments she has amazing insight. :D
*hugs Birdie* (I wonder if her ears are burning, lol)
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