Temporalis

So this plot bunny/AU idea hit me (sledgehammer hard) in the middle of the work day while I was up to my eyeballs in a set of trading terms (clearly, I'm one of those people whose attention is permanently all over the map - I had this discussion with my roommate recently about how there is no way I can stop myself from checking a new email the moment it comes in, because if I know it's there, sitting unopened in my mailbox, that thought distracts me far more than Alt-Tabbing over to Outlook to take a quick glance at it, whereas she can let her emails sit and stew and apparently be none the worse for it - anyway, there I go, getting sidetracked again)

So it goes like this.

( The Escobar secret was a lot darker and deeper than anyone thought )

Dear Aral,

Please cooperate. I'm trying to compose fic about you. Not about Simon. Not about you and Simon either. Even if he worships the ground you walk on and you just-- nevermind.


Dear Simon,

I love how many fic ideas you churn out, but like you, I'm always on duty and leisure time is the thing that happens to other people. And I already have Oathbound to work on, and that half-written thing between you and Ezar in Boundaries, and that half-written thing with you and Alys based around Mirror Dance. And that half-written thing about you and ImpSec after the Pretendership. And that half-written thing about Aral on Beta. It's only 8 days into the year, how did I end up with so many half-written things. I'm not going to start on Yet Another Thing that involves assassins and enemies and will probably top out at 50,000 words. Or that thing about you and Ivan. Or that-- nevermind.

P.S. Stop jumping every time the word "Security" comes up in my documents. It inevitably means "Collateral", not the other kind of security.


Dear Ezar,

Stop sitting in the corner and rubbing your hands and cackling with glee. Seriously.