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[elly427]

Sweet lord, it's finally done. The fic that would not end.

Title: Settling
Author: elly427
Summary: Life before the colonel, life after the colonel. She's just stuck in the year zero.
Classifications: Sam/Pete, Sam/Jack, post LCII, angst, PG
Author's notes: Massive thanks to poohmusings  and lyssie who both said "Yeah, I'll read that" when I was going crazy.

Sadly, this fic is not about pants.

Comments

*hearts you MADLY*

[elly427.livejournal.com]

The Incredible Sleeping Redhead Who Said Silly Disjointed Stuff A Lot.

Awww. *knuffles* It's like you're a very sleepy superhero. *g*

("We travel down a path in which Sam is angsty. If we turn right at the fork, she is angsty like SO. If we turn left, she is angsty like this OTHER so. And Janet is there, but that's incidental.")

Y'know, if Sam were real, she'd kick our asses for all the angst we're putting her through. But this is a neat thought. Huh.

And you also make it sound like one of those National geographic nature specials and that makes me giggle. "See the Sam Carter in the lab, her natural habitat."

We should probably make sure she isn't peddling our stories to anybody else between here and Halifax.

looks warily in the driection of Lisa.

If I get stuck, would you be interested in reading more? Or, I don't know, beating me remotely?

Yes! Oh, yes! If it means I get to read more, I'm there with bells on, babe.

The whole story starts to feel really long and static.

And then you get panicKed because you've spent all this time working on it and it doesn't make sense anymore and itisn't going anywhere and you turn off the computer and go to sleep. Yes.

Anyway!! I *heart* you madly and am *really* glad I showed you my fic before you posted this and also that you're cool with me continuing to write and post it. (You know, I was really all worried like "OMG! Elly will be pissed at me for plagiarizing her!" And then I was like "But... I wrote it *before* I read her story... and this muse-sharing thing is just pretend... isn't it?")

*dies* I freaked when I read yours because I was all "how am I gonna prove I already wrote something like this and it's really weird that we're both on the same track about this. Huh. Maybe there's something to it."


who wants you to come onto yahell for pants!gleee

Damnit! I went to bed! So, in lieu of chat? PANTS!

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Sort of. Huh.

*hearts you* Will attempt to buy the muse a train ticket so that you might finish your fic.

*laughs*

[mylittleredgirl.livejournal.com]

OHHH! Yeah, when I got this comment in email form, that looked nothing like pants. Now I get it. I was like "this is the most abstract representation of pants ever" as it mostly looked like ---|||||||||||||---

Anyway :)

Y'know, if Sam were real, she'd kick our asses for all the angst we're putting her through.

Except we *do* tend to put her in a position to have her psyche nicely reorganized and then to get regularly cuddled by Jack. So we don't *totally* suck. We are giving her onetruelove!! Just... with a hefty angst toll. :-D

And you also make it sound like one of those National geographic nature specials and that makes me giggle. "See the Sam Carter in the lab, her natural habitat."

*DIES*

OMG. That is too funny. Somebody should give Jonas a camcorder or something. He could be making a video to send off to... I dunno, Rya'c or something. *still laughing*

If it means I get to read more, I'm there with bells on, babe.

*smiles shyly* As usually happens, the moment I have a weekend and have TIME, my muse hides completely. Maybe I can lure her out with cookies. Or... wheatgrass. Sheesh, do we have NO junk food left in this house!?

And then you get panicKed because you've spent all this time working on it and it doesn't make sense anymore and itisn't going anywhere and you turn off the computer and go to sleep. Yes.

*eyes you* Are you ABSOLUTELY SURE that we aren't the same person?

Huh. Maybe there's something to it.

Seriously. There's an X-File in here somewhere.

*muchlove*

-- Little Red

Re: *laughs*

[elly427.livejournal.com]

OHHH! Yeah, when I got this comment in email form, that looked nothing like pants. Now I get it. I was like "this is the most abstract representation of pants ever" as it mostly looked like ---|||||||||||||---


I would not lead you astray with the pants. Not me. Maybe A.j. but never me.
Anyway :)

*smiles shyly* As usually happens, the moment I have a weekend and have TIME, my muse hides completely. Maybe I can lure her out with cookies. Or... wheatgrass. Sheesh, do we have NO junk food left in this house!?*eyes you* Are you ABSOLUTELY SURE that we aren't the same person?

Y'know, *I'm* not convinced. This is weird.

Seriously. There's an X-File in here somewhere.

Ooo, there is! Maybe Mulder will come investigate! OOo!

*loves you lots*