A Flash by Any Other Name
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shankieIn which a deal goes down and Bats has a theory...
(Quoted song lyrics from Iron Maiden's Die With Your Boots On.)
Part Thirty-Five: Secret Identities
'Ok Wally. This really is getting old.' Wally sighed heavily and kicked futilely at what made up his Prison of the Week; some material he supposed in another context he'd find remarkable, a goldish metal that got more rigid and dense with applied force or friction. It looked like a gilded cage, which was a bit ironic, really. Not only was it giving him nothing but more bruises when he tried to vibrate out, but the damned stuff was programmable. Not by him, of course.
At least it was big enough to move around in right now. Even if the creepy chick in the cape sitting across from him was giving him the willies. Just sitting on a bench and staring at him.
'I suppose I should just be grateful I'm not dead or something.' Wally sighed and grabbed the bars on the top of the cage, swinging his legs up so he could dangle upside-down. He winced when he bumped a gash on his calf and frowned, looking around again. 'Nope, still no clue where I am.'
He had a suspicion that Creepy Chick was reading his mind or something, because he couldn't get a hold of J'onn, so he kept up with speed-thinking as he swung back and forth idly. He also couldn't begin to guess how long it'd been since Parasite got the jump on him and knocked him out cold. There was another thing to be grateful for; Parasite hadn't decided to use him for lunch.
'Yup, that's me, Mr. Grateful.' He stuck his tongue out at Creepy Chick and wondered if it'd be worth it to try and annoy her away. Prolly not. He'd seen livelier extras in zombie flicks.
"Hey you! I don't suppose I could get a magazine or something over here?" There was, as had been the case for the past few hours, no response. "I've had more fun in hospital waiting rooms. Your hospitality sucks. The second I get to a phone, I'm totally filing a complaint." Not even a flicker of expression. "Bah!"
Wally pulled himself up to get rid of the blood-rush to his head, peering at the infuriatingly nondescript metal ceiling. For all he knew, they were in orbit around the moon.
"Bored now!" Wally swung back dangling upside-down and decided that this occasion called for singing. "Another prophet of disas-ta! Who says this ship is looost! Another prophet of disaasta leaving you! To count! The cost! Taaunt-ing us with visions! Afflicting us with fear! Predict-ing war for milllions in the hope! That one! Appears! I forget the words! Stuff! 'Cause if you're gonna die! Die with your boots on if you're gonna diii-ie!"
"Having fun?"
Wally stopped short and crossed his arms as the upside-down Shade walked forward and tapped the bars with his cane.
"Hellooo, Neuman." Wally said dryly. "I don't suppose I've come up for parole yet."
"As a matter of fact, you have."
Everything went black with a terse wave of the wand, prompting Wally to fumble around and land back on the floor as the metal started twisting and contorting around him. When he could see again, he was shackled to gold-tinted chains that were growing into the floor; presumably, to prevent him from just yanking them up. He tried anyway, which only made him wince as the cuffs got tighter.
Then Wally looked around. He was inside some kinda big drafty church, the kind of place he could see Bats roosting in. There were big Gothic arches adorned with stone carvings of saints towering overhead, and stained glass that was a bit creepy, being lit from the inside and all dark and ominous with staring painted faces.
Unless he was about to be sacrificed in some ritual straight out of a b-movie, this could be a good development. Then he thought about Raven and shuddered at just how likely that really was.
"Uh, hello?" He said, his words echoing through the vast chamber. "Yoohoo?"
"Do you ever shut up, you impertinent little man?" Brannock stepped out of a shadow in a manner Wally was sure had to be some kind of copyright infringement.
"What is it with people calling me 'little' all the time? I'm not that little, am I?"
"It's all relative."
"Psh. So what's the deal, anyway?"
"I'm very close to gagging you, imbecile."
"I didn't know you cared."
"Believe me, I don't." Brannock checked his watch, then leaned back against the carved oak altar with the air of impatience. "Hmph. He's late."
"Who's late?"
Brannock sternly walked over, shoving a handkerchief in Wally's mouth and secured it with his tie; Wally glared at him and made sure to get the green silk nice and slobbery.
He tried to say 'it was only a question, jeeze' which came out as "Mmph murr mummry mur murphy, mumph!"
He got a glare for his trouble, and then was ignored in favour of a sardonic grin up toward the rafters.
"No room for a watch in the old utility belt?"
Wally grinned as Bats sailed down and landed in the middle of the rows of pews, looking downright menacing.
"Mpahs!"
"Wally, are you alright?" He asked tersely, still staring down Brannock.
"Mepfhs, muph murpha muphy..."
"You're alright." He broke in. "I don't know what you think you're doing, Mr. Brannock, but I will warn you, I've taken down bigger fish than the likes of you. Give it up now, and I'll consider leniency."
"Your home is in shambles, your precious League is scurrying just to keep up, and I have you right where I want you. So please, spare me the lecture. I'm not some thug in a dark alley you can just terrify into giving up." Brannock said with a snarky grin. "But I believe we're getting a little off-topic."
Bats just crossed his arms and glared.
"You have two options, Mr. Wayne. Walk out now, and I'll just send your little plaything on a hunt to kill you. Or, turn yourself over, and I won't lay another hand on him."
"You can't honestly believe I'll simply give up."
Wally was watching the exchange wide-eyed, glancing back and forth like he was watching tennis pros go at it.
"So just walk away. I don't make idle threats, and you know I can do it, since you were so kind as to provide everything I need to repeat the process. Would you care to chance that you can stop him without lethal force?"
There was a long silence as the verbal combatants stood stock still just seething at each other.
"Fine."
"MUPH!" Wally yelled, trying to say 'Bats you big giant idiot, I'm going to so kill you when we get out of this, kill you dead! Don't you dare! This is the dumbest thing I've ever seen!' which, of course, just came out as a stream of incoherent, and ignored, noises.
He continued ranting as Bats took off his utility belt and gauntlets, tossing them on the floor. Wally glared so hard he could fairly feel lasers coming out of his eyes as Brannock cooly called for Tala as he cuffed him. The little witch sauntered in, and in a flash of purple light, they vanished.
So did his bindings, but not soon enough for him to catch them. He distastefully tugged the tie off his face and spat out the fabric in his mouth, picked up the utility belt and discarded gauntlets off the floor, and set off running towards Bristol.
Without a com-link or a clue as to what was going on, he didn't know where else to go.
"He is so dead, so dead! How could he do something that stupid!?!?"
Wally rounded a corner just shy of the bridge, where Clark stopped in front of him. He skidded to a halt, then grabbed him by the front of his uniform.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT STUPID BASTARD JUST DID?!?!?"
"Wally, calm down."
"NO! I'M NOT GOING TO FREAKIN' CALM DOWN!"
"Watchtower, two to transport up."
Wally let go as they materialized on the transporter pad, crossing his arms and glaring.
"If you even hint that you knew he was going to pull that stunt, I'm never, ever going to give you a moment's peace for the rest of your life."
"Flash, just go to your quarters and calm down."
"Don't you tell me to CALM DOWN mister.... mister.... Mr. Bluepants!"
Clark gave him a long-suffering sigh and eyed him with impatience, which just rankled Wally even more. They squared off at each other until Wally finally relented, putting his hands on his hips and leaning forward with menacingly.
"Alright, fine. Going. My threat stands, Superman."
Wally hugged his arms around him as he walked to his quarters, vaguely aware of dull pain from his wounds that hadn't had a chance to fully heal yet.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!" He muttered to himself, opening up his door, throwing the utility belt and gauntlets on the floor then beginning to pull off the remains of Zoom's costume in the dark. "I'll wring his neck when I get my hands on him, I swear to God..."
"Intriguing plan."
Wally looked up sharply; Bruce was standing in front of his bed with the cowl pushed back, smirking in the glow from the electronics on the desk.
"But...youwere...andthe....backthere..!"
"Shut up."
"Okay."
Wally leaped onto him, gripping his legs around Bruce's waist over what was apparently his real utility belt, and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, hugging him like he'd just vanish in a puff of smoke. Bruce stumbled back a step, but caught him and made muffled noises as he held him up. Eventually he realized there was a need for some kind of explanation, and came up for air looking at Bruce curiously.
"So, um, what's going on?"
"I anticipated what Brannock would ask, and sent J'onn in my place."
"What?"
"Human telepaths are no match for a Martian, and they won't be expecting him to be able to phase out of there once he gets what we need."
"But what about..?"
Bruce just kissed him silent and gripped the back of the torn yellow costume in his fist.
"We'll deal with it."
"But... you... you are a stupid bastard!" Wally punched his arm and leaned back a little. "All that stuff about J'onn needing to, I don't know, protect the entire League from mind-whammies just out the window? What were you thinking!?"
Bruce looked back at him, his eyes dark and unreadable, silent for several moments.
"Wally, I..." He sighed heavily. "I couldn't just..."
"Leave me there?" Wally finished. "You're so dumb. I hate you."
"I hate you, too."
"I'm glad we're clear on that."
"You're nothing but a liability and a distraction."
"You're nothing but a pompous ass."
"Mm."
They just stared at each other for near a full minute, then Wally laughed and kissed him again.
"I was so worried! How could you do that to me!" Wally leaned into Bruce's chest and rested his face in his neck, sighing in content.
"You were worried?" Bruce stroked his back and sat on the edge of the bed, leaving Wally kneeling over his lap.
They held each other in silence, until Wally finally was convinced Bruce was really real and here and safe.
"Bran-face said something about your house being all wrecked."
"I had some uninvited guests."
"Sounds exciting."
"Metallo made a real mess of the front windows."
"Metallo?"
"And Joker, Clayface, Deadshot, and Tsukuri. You should have seen Bart, I was impressed."
"He's a good kid."
"Mm."
"Where is he?"
"At the manor with Tim and Alfred."
"Too much to hope he's actually asleep."
"He had a busy day."
"I think busy is contagious right now."
"Hn."
"Isn't there something we should be doing right now?"
"I believe you were ordered to rest."
"Manipulative ass."
"I deny nothing."
Wally sighed again and wiggled a little.
"The clown didn't know about you, did he?"
"He doesn't remember anything. All of the humans were infected and woke up dazed just before I transported up."
"And the other two?"
"Won't be saying much for quite some time."
"Oh."
Bruce started playing with Wally's hair, twisting it in his fingers.
"Getting long."
"Do you like it?"
"Mm." Bruce ran his nails gently over his scalp, which made Wally want to start shaking his leg like a happy dog or something.
"That feels nice."
Bruce sighed and kissed his ear, then leaned back and gave him a more serious look.
"I think I know what Brannock is doing. That's why I sent J'onn. Stopping him is our first priority."
"What?"
"Do you remember when Luthor vanished a year and a half ago?"
"With Darkseid, yeah. Why?" Wally ran the memories of the aftermath through his mind; Giganta laying a wet one on him, J'onn coming back, and the debrief afterward... "The Anti-Life Equation." He whispered, looking at Bruce with wide-eyed disbelief. "No."
"We have to assume Luthor remembers it. And he's been in Brannock's thrall for an indeterminate amount of time."
Wally jumped up and began pacing frantically, then stopped and looked at Bruce again.
"We're in big trouble, aren't we?"
(Quoted song lyrics from Iron Maiden's Die With Your Boots On.)
Part Thirty-Five: Secret Identities
'Ok Wally. This really is getting old.' Wally sighed heavily and kicked futilely at what made up his Prison of the Week; some material he supposed in another context he'd find remarkable, a goldish metal that got more rigid and dense with applied force or friction. It looked like a gilded cage, which was a bit ironic, really. Not only was it giving him nothing but more bruises when he tried to vibrate out, but the damned stuff was programmable. Not by him, of course.
At least it was big enough to move around in right now. Even if the creepy chick in the cape sitting across from him was giving him the willies. Just sitting on a bench and staring at him.
'I suppose I should just be grateful I'm not dead or something.' Wally sighed and grabbed the bars on the top of the cage, swinging his legs up so he could dangle upside-down. He winced when he bumped a gash on his calf and frowned, looking around again. 'Nope, still no clue where I am.'
He had a suspicion that Creepy Chick was reading his mind or something, because he couldn't get a hold of J'onn, so he kept up with speed-thinking as he swung back and forth idly. He also couldn't begin to guess how long it'd been since Parasite got the jump on him and knocked him out cold. There was another thing to be grateful for; Parasite hadn't decided to use him for lunch.
'Yup, that's me, Mr. Grateful.' He stuck his tongue out at Creepy Chick and wondered if it'd be worth it to try and annoy her away. Prolly not. He'd seen livelier extras in zombie flicks.
"Hey you! I don't suppose I could get a magazine or something over here?" There was, as had been the case for the past few hours, no response. "I've had more fun in hospital waiting rooms. Your hospitality sucks. The second I get to a phone, I'm totally filing a complaint." Not even a flicker of expression. "Bah!"
Wally pulled himself up to get rid of the blood-rush to his head, peering at the infuriatingly nondescript metal ceiling. For all he knew, they were in orbit around the moon.
"Bored now!" Wally swung back dangling upside-down and decided that this occasion called for singing. "Another prophet of disas-ta! Who says this ship is looost! Another prophet of disaasta leaving you! To count! The cost! Taaunt-ing us with visions! Afflicting us with fear! Predict-ing war for milllions in the hope! That one! Appears! I forget the words! Stuff! 'Cause if you're gonna die! Die with your boots on if you're gonna diii-ie!"
"Having fun?"
Wally stopped short and crossed his arms as the upside-down Shade walked forward and tapped the bars with his cane.
"Hellooo, Neuman." Wally said dryly. "I don't suppose I've come up for parole yet."
"As a matter of fact, you have."
Everything went black with a terse wave of the wand, prompting Wally to fumble around and land back on the floor as the metal started twisting and contorting around him. When he could see again, he was shackled to gold-tinted chains that were growing into the floor; presumably, to prevent him from just yanking them up. He tried anyway, which only made him wince as the cuffs got tighter.
Then Wally looked around. He was inside some kinda big drafty church, the kind of place he could see Bats roosting in. There were big Gothic arches adorned with stone carvings of saints towering overhead, and stained glass that was a bit creepy, being lit from the inside and all dark and ominous with staring painted faces.
Unless he was about to be sacrificed in some ritual straight out of a b-movie, this could be a good development. Then he thought about Raven and shuddered at just how likely that really was.
"Uh, hello?" He said, his words echoing through the vast chamber. "Yoohoo?"
"Do you ever shut up, you impertinent little man?" Brannock stepped out of a shadow in a manner Wally was sure had to be some kind of copyright infringement.
"What is it with people calling me 'little' all the time? I'm not that little, am I?"
"It's all relative."
"Psh. So what's the deal, anyway?"
"I'm very close to gagging you, imbecile."
"I didn't know you cared."
"Believe me, I don't." Brannock checked his watch, then leaned back against the carved oak altar with the air of impatience. "Hmph. He's late."
"Who's late?"
Brannock sternly walked over, shoving a handkerchief in Wally's mouth and secured it with his tie; Wally glared at him and made sure to get the green silk nice and slobbery.
He tried to say 'it was only a question, jeeze' which came out as "Mmph murr mummry mur murphy, mumph!"
He got a glare for his trouble, and then was ignored in favour of a sardonic grin up toward the rafters.
"No room for a watch in the old utility belt?"
Wally grinned as Bats sailed down and landed in the middle of the rows of pews, looking downright menacing.
"Mpahs!"
"Wally, are you alright?" He asked tersely, still staring down Brannock.
"Mepfhs, muph murpha muphy..."
"You're alright." He broke in. "I don't know what you think you're doing, Mr. Brannock, but I will warn you, I've taken down bigger fish than the likes of you. Give it up now, and I'll consider leniency."
"Your home is in shambles, your precious League is scurrying just to keep up, and I have you right where I want you. So please, spare me the lecture. I'm not some thug in a dark alley you can just terrify into giving up." Brannock said with a snarky grin. "But I believe we're getting a little off-topic."
Bats just crossed his arms and glared.
"You have two options, Mr. Wayne. Walk out now, and I'll just send your little plaything on a hunt to kill you. Or, turn yourself over, and I won't lay another hand on him."
"You can't honestly believe I'll simply give up."
Wally was watching the exchange wide-eyed, glancing back and forth like he was watching tennis pros go at it.
"So just walk away. I don't make idle threats, and you know I can do it, since you were so kind as to provide everything I need to repeat the process. Would you care to chance that you can stop him without lethal force?"
There was a long silence as the verbal combatants stood stock still just seething at each other.
"Fine."
"MUPH!" Wally yelled, trying to say 'Bats you big giant idiot, I'm going to so kill you when we get out of this, kill you dead! Don't you dare! This is the dumbest thing I've ever seen!' which, of course, just came out as a stream of incoherent, and ignored, noises.
He continued ranting as Bats took off his utility belt and gauntlets, tossing them on the floor. Wally glared so hard he could fairly feel lasers coming out of his eyes as Brannock cooly called for Tala as he cuffed him. The little witch sauntered in, and in a flash of purple light, they vanished.
So did his bindings, but not soon enough for him to catch them. He distastefully tugged the tie off his face and spat out the fabric in his mouth, picked up the utility belt and discarded gauntlets off the floor, and set off running towards Bristol.
Without a com-link or a clue as to what was going on, he didn't know where else to go.
"He is so dead, so dead! How could he do something that stupid!?!?"
Wally rounded a corner just shy of the bridge, where Clark stopped in front of him. He skidded to a halt, then grabbed him by the front of his uniform.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT STUPID BASTARD JUST DID?!?!?"
"Wally, calm down."
"NO! I'M NOT GOING TO FREAKIN' CALM DOWN!"
"Watchtower, two to transport up."
Wally let go as they materialized on the transporter pad, crossing his arms and glaring.
"If you even hint that you knew he was going to pull that stunt, I'm never, ever going to give you a moment's peace for the rest of your life."
"Flash, just go to your quarters and calm down."
"Don't you tell me to CALM DOWN mister.... mister.... Mr. Bluepants!"
Clark gave him a long-suffering sigh and eyed him with impatience, which just rankled Wally even more. They squared off at each other until Wally finally relented, putting his hands on his hips and leaning forward with menacingly.
"Alright, fine. Going. My threat stands, Superman."
Wally hugged his arms around him as he walked to his quarters, vaguely aware of dull pain from his wounds that hadn't had a chance to fully heal yet.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!" He muttered to himself, opening up his door, throwing the utility belt and gauntlets on the floor then beginning to pull off the remains of Zoom's costume in the dark. "I'll wring his neck when I get my hands on him, I swear to God..."
"Intriguing plan."
Wally looked up sharply; Bruce was standing in front of his bed with the cowl pushed back, smirking in the glow from the electronics on the desk.
"But...youwere...andthe....backthere..!"
"Shut up."
"Okay."
Wally leaped onto him, gripping his legs around Bruce's waist over what was apparently his real utility belt, and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, hugging him like he'd just vanish in a puff of smoke. Bruce stumbled back a step, but caught him and made muffled noises as he held him up. Eventually he realized there was a need for some kind of explanation, and came up for air looking at Bruce curiously.
"So, um, what's going on?"
"I anticipated what Brannock would ask, and sent J'onn in my place."
"What?"
"Human telepaths are no match for a Martian, and they won't be expecting him to be able to phase out of there once he gets what we need."
"But what about..?"
Bruce just kissed him silent and gripped the back of the torn yellow costume in his fist.
"We'll deal with it."
"But... you... you are a stupid bastard!" Wally punched his arm and leaned back a little. "All that stuff about J'onn needing to, I don't know, protect the entire League from mind-whammies just out the window? What were you thinking!?"
Bruce looked back at him, his eyes dark and unreadable, silent for several moments.
"Wally, I..." He sighed heavily. "I couldn't just..."
"Leave me there?" Wally finished. "You're so dumb. I hate you."
"I hate you, too."
"I'm glad we're clear on that."
"You're nothing but a liability and a distraction."
"You're nothing but a pompous ass."
"Mm."
They just stared at each other for near a full minute, then Wally laughed and kissed him again.
"I was so worried! How could you do that to me!" Wally leaned into Bruce's chest and rested his face in his neck, sighing in content.
"You were worried?" Bruce stroked his back and sat on the edge of the bed, leaving Wally kneeling over his lap.
They held each other in silence, until Wally finally was convinced Bruce was really real and here and safe.
"Bran-face said something about your house being all wrecked."
"I had some uninvited guests."
"Sounds exciting."
"Metallo made a real mess of the front windows."
"Metallo?"
"And Joker, Clayface, Deadshot, and Tsukuri. You should have seen Bart, I was impressed."
"He's a good kid."
"Mm."
"Where is he?"
"At the manor with Tim and Alfred."
"Too much to hope he's actually asleep."
"He had a busy day."
"I think busy is contagious right now."
"Hn."
"Isn't there something we should be doing right now?"
"I believe you were ordered to rest."
"Manipulative ass."
"I deny nothing."
Wally sighed again and wiggled a little.
"The clown didn't know about you, did he?"
"He doesn't remember anything. All of the humans were infected and woke up dazed just before I transported up."
"And the other two?"
"Won't be saying much for quite some time."
"Oh."
Bruce started playing with Wally's hair, twisting it in his fingers.
"Getting long."
"Do you like it?"
"Mm." Bruce ran his nails gently over his scalp, which made Wally want to start shaking his leg like a happy dog or something.
"That feels nice."
Bruce sighed and kissed his ear, then leaned back and gave him a more serious look.
"I think I know what Brannock is doing. That's why I sent J'onn. Stopping him is our first priority."
"What?"
"Do you remember when Luthor vanished a year and a half ago?"
"With Darkseid, yeah. Why?" Wally ran the memories of the aftermath through his mind; Giganta laying a wet one on him, J'onn coming back, and the debrief afterward... "The Anti-Life Equation." He whispered, looking at Bruce with wide-eyed disbelief. "No."
"We have to assume Luthor remembers it. And he's been in Brannock's thrall for an indeterminate amount of time."
Wally jumped up and began pacing frantically, then stopped and looked at Bruce again.
"We're in big trouble, aren't we?"
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on 2006-06-10 11:12 pm (UTC)But good.
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on 2006-06-11 12:13 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-10 11:22 pm (UTC)Anyway, how have you been? And sorry to hear about your friend.
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on 2006-06-10 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-11 01:32 am (UTC)Especially this: "Don't you tell me to CALM DOWN mister.... mister.... Mr. Bluepants!"
And this: "Leave me there?" Wally finished. "You're so dumb. I hate you."
"I hate you, too."
"I'm glad we're clear on that."
"You're nothing but a liability and a distraction."
"You're nothing but a pompous ass."
"Mm."
Damn. That is just excellent stuff! Well done!
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on 2006-06-11 01:45 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-11 05:29 am (UTC)And OMG! the Wally/Bruce exchagne! What are they, 12? XD
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on 2006-06-11 05:49 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-12 07:06 pm (UTC)But...there aren't anymore chapters O_O...what am I going to do for the rest of the day...? !_!
I need more BM/Flash...NEED more WALLY...
I'll be waiting for your update. I am SO friending you.
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on 2006-06-12 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-13 03:22 am (UTC)I saw the link over on the jl-fic comm. Wow. I've been blown away by this trully crafty and exciting AU. There aren't enough BM/Flash fics out there and certainly, there aren't many of this caliber.
Thanks so much for writing this. *g*
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on 2006-06-13 03:28 am (UTC)Glad you like it, I sure am having fun writing it.
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on 2006-06-13 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-14 05:18 pm (UTC)I just spent hours reading this and wanted to let you know that I'm absolutely fascinated. I love your Wally and your Bruce, and the story is amazing, with surprises everywhere!
I hope it's ok that I friend you, because I HAVE to keep reading this!
Thanks!
Ash.
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on 2006-06-15 07:24 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-16 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-16 08:36 pm (UTC)And there was kissing!
Today is a good day.
New chapter
on 2006-06-18 02:35 pm (UTC)Eagerly waiting for more.
Patiently...not really. But still anticipating. XD
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on 2006-06-26 08:58 am (UTC)"What is it with people calling me 'little' all the time? I'm not that little, am I?"
*snerk*
*ahem*
Can you tell I finally have enough spare time to catch up on some of this? And I'm so glad I do. Wally is so cute when he's mouthy, to both Brannock and Bats. :)
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on 2006-08-07 11:19 pm (UTC)