*hops in with shades and a towel*
Hello, everyone. I saw that Bob was talking about what he was doing to
torment BJ, and I thought I’d give you the inside scoop on what kind of torture I have in store for my owners.
First, there’s the next story for Border Clan, entitled Say Goodnight, Not Goodbye. It takes place in the early summer of 2006 and involves many of Border’s members. I’ve been jumping on top of Gil’s head daily to get more and more words written, and it’s coming along swimmingly if I may say so.
I’ve also started my annual poking for stories from Shep for Oceania Clan, most notably from the H50 and NCIS LA characters. She has no idea about the teeth-sharpening appointment I had a couple of days ago just especially for her. *cackles evilly and prepares to bite*
*coughs* Okay, where was I?
Oh, yes. I also have many fun things planned for Gil for the latter half of the year.
I’ve decided that Don and Charlie Eppes need to come out and play, and their story has to be told, and on the other side of the country, the men and women of the BAU will find themselves in a little bit of a windstorm soon enough.
Daniel Boone and David Crockett are getting most insistent that their own stories need to be told, and they’re tied up with the stories of other characters within Border, most notably Chris Larabee and Jason Doyle, who will be making his Border debut in Say Goodnight, Not Goodbye. He’s been around for some time, but had been busy elsewhere until recently. I fully plan to brand my taser and threaten her until she begins the detailed outlines for these stories.
I prodded Gil’s short timestamp that takes place after The Darkest Hour and manipulated it into becoming an at least 10k word fic. *rubs paws together with evil glee* That should teach her to ever think she can write anything short. There is also a timestamp dealing with Dom, Brian, and their new Mate Ronon that takes place just before and during Evolution that I think needs to be written, just as soon as Evolution is complete. She will be hearing from me about this one soon.
I have many other bunnies that I can lob at Gil and Shep’s heads at any given moment, when they least expect it, for so many characters. I’m also conspiring with the one I call Shadowdancer, the graphic muse that lurks in the dark recesses of the home, making her presence known without ever being seen. We have big plans for Gil. She has no idea what we’re planning, but it should be fun when she finds out.
Until then, a small snippet from Say Goodnight, Not Goodbye….
His arms flailed about for a moment before he managed to find purchase on her shoulders, and then he tried to shove her away, a movement that was as ineffectual as he feared. Still he continued to struggle against her, becoming more and more lightheaded, his meager attack on her lessening, until he couldn’t move his arms anymore.
His vision darkened until it was as if he were looking through tiny pinholes, and he could vaguely hear someone speaking, but his drifting mind couldn’t latch onto any of the words. So this is death, he thought to himself.
Then a splash of warm, metallic liquid splashed into his mouth briefly, making him gag, until his body kicked in and drank down what was offered. His mind remained in that vague nothingness until the liquid was gone, and he faded into the black.