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[elly427]

And here it is, barring any huge changes which may come down the pipe.

Concessions
Author: elly427
Summary: He knows the way this started, in the middle of grief and loss and anger, doesn't bode well for a future, for any of them.
Classifications: Sam/Jack/Daniel, R/NC-17. Set at some future point
Disclaimer: Not mine. Thanks for bring it up.
Author's notes Thanks to splash_the_cat and nandamai for being my first betas, for dealing with my massive pronoun issues and being all-round nice people who made this much better than it was. You’re both peaches. All poor judgment and any mistakes are my own.

And to woodface, because apparently she trusts me with the OTP.


A warning for the S/J diehards: this may not be the fic for you, though I don't think it's too bad. We'll see, I guess.

Comments

[woodface]

Well you know, five years of going to uni now. I'd love to get that diploma so I know I didn't do it for nothing ;o)

[elly427.livejournal.com]

pfffbttt. I like that sound. Pffbbtt. That's what four years of uni's taught *me* so far, so five seems good. Enjoy your dutch.

[woodface]

Well I had to redo some subjects of my first year, otherwise I'd have my diploma already. Gah! *glares at prof who failed her*

And thanks =oP