STORY: And Then That Night [PG-13] Part 6/?
Misha Sumra
Author: Misha 'Einstein' Sumra (part 6)
Newsgroup Alt.tv.due-south (collectively)
Rating: PG-13 for language, cartoon violence, and you-know-who
Part: 1/?
Teaser: What happens when you combine an unnameable fugitive with a
newsgroup embroiled in controversy? Come and see...
Disclaimer: Alliance owns all.
As ever, big shout out goes to our favourite beta-reader Melanie M
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As Janice and Melanie recovered from their cliffhanger escape, the
Duesers who'd been flung into the bunker began to re-emerge, dusting
themselves off.
"So what happened to the tank?" asked Carl.
"Don't ask me," said Janice. "I handed over control of the story. I no
longer have the power."
"Disturbingly, neither do I," said Misha, as he jumped out of his
heavily-armed jeep. "It would appear that the effects of Chaotium are
causing major breaches in the fabric of fan-fic space-time-reality. As a
result, the normal omnipotence of the writer is being undermined, and
the story is continuing on its own. If something isn't done quickly, the
fic will wrest control away from the author, and being writing itself.
According to my preliminary calculations, total author control-loss will
occur within 4 hours."
Nobody said anything. This was dire news indeed. There was no telling
what damage a self-aware fanfic could do, especially if unleashed onto
such a medium as the Internet, where the already thinly-stretched fabric
of reality would have no hope of containing it.
"So," said Carl, breaking the silence, "anybody got any ideas?"
"Excuse me," said a voice behind them, "But I was wondering if you could
help me. I'm looking for an escaped fugitive." The group turned round,
and saw a mounted figure, immaculately dressed in the red serge uniform
of the RCMP, face obscured by the shadow of a stetson. A large mountain
lion crouched next to the horse, as if ready to pounce. The uniform was
exactly like Fraser's, yet somehow more. . . filled. The shadowed face
came into view as the figure's head was raised, and the gasps could be
heard for miles around.
"No. . . ."
"It can't be. . . ."
"But. . . ."
The figure cleared her throat, in a very Fraser-like awkward manner,
before speaking. "Constable Victoria Metcalf, RCMP. I was wondering if
any of you had seen this man." She handed down a piece of paper with a
police artist's sketch on it.
"His name is Benton Fraser, and there is a warrant out for his arrest on
charges of murder, malicious cruelty to a licensed wolf, and handling
stolen goods."
"Let me guess," said Demeter, "stolen diamonds?"
"Yes. . . But that information was confidential. . . How do you know?"
"Oh, dear," sighed Demeter, before turning to look at Misha who was
repeated banging his head against the side of his jeep. "It's a parallel
universe thing, isn't it?"
Misha stopped his attempts to dent his jeep's considerable armour-
plating, and looked at her. "Yes. . . it's the classic parallel universe
cliche. But if this is happening now, then that means the Chaotium
instabilities are worse than we thought; This shouldn't have been
possible yet, not for another three hours at least."
"Forget the Chaotium for now," said Melanie, with a somewhat fazed tone
in her voice. "I'd say that they're our biggest problem at the moment."
Following her gaze, and her pointed finger, they saw a large crowd of
men approaching, armed with a large selection of military technology,
shouting anti-Fraser slogans. Only a far smaller group, bearing "Give
Ben a chance" placards, seemed unaffected by the euphoria of hatred.
One of the approaching men rose into the air, surrounded by a very
familiar aura, and flew towards the group of Duesers. Landing on the
ground, he spoke to the Victoria-Mountie.
"Have we found him yet? Has HE," the word was almost spat out, so clear
was the contempt, "been caught?"
"Never mind that," interrupted Charm, "What I want to know is, who are
you, and how did you manage to steal my levitation spell? Only I can use
it, I wrote it myself!"
"I haven't 'stolen' any spell," replied the man, "This spell is *my* own
creation."
"Liar! It's mine! I wrote it when I took up position of ArchMage of the
newsgroup!"
"You're not the ArchMage, I am! I represent the ultimate manifestation
of magical power on alt.tv.south-due!"
"What?"
"The Usenet newsgroup dedicated to the discussion of all things related
to the classic TV show South Due!"
"I think you're a bit lost," interjected Magna. "This newsgroup is
alt.tv.due-south."
"Funny," said the man, taken aback. "You sound just like someone I know
from the newsgroup. Hang on a moment." He turned and gestured to towards
the crowd, projecting a large 'Stop' sign, and the horde stopped their
charge. "Angam! Come out! Someone here I'd like you to meet."
From the crowd emerged a man who looked exactly like you'd have imagined
Magna would have looked had she been male. On seeing this, the DueSers
took a second look at the magic-user they'd met, and realised that, for
all intents and purposes, he was a male version of Charm.
"What's up, Mrahc?" asked Angam.
"Sounds like something Bugs Bunny would say," murmured Charm
"I'd like you to meet this lady here. . . I'm sorry, I didn't catch your
name?"
"Magna" replied Magna.
"Hmmm. . . hang on. . . that's my name, written backwards!" exclaimed a
shocked Angam.
"What?"
"I think I know what this is," interrupted Demeter. "If I'm right, it's
one of the biggest parallel universe cliches ever." She turned to the
crowd of men and shouted out, "Could somebody send Retemed out, please?"
Sure enough, a man who could only have been described as a male version
of Demeter emerged from the crowd.
"And that proves the thesis," said Demeter, smugly, turning to face her
friends. Immediately, lightbulbs appeared over heads around the group,
and the net result was something akin to stadium floodlights.
"Of course!" exclaimed Carl, after the bulbs had been switched off. "A
mirror universe, with its own mirror-fandom!"
"And that means. . ." Misha was back into his jeep, and off like a shot,
heading for the group of SouthDuers, shouting something. A second jeep
trundled out to meet him. The occupant of the jeep, popped her head up
out of the hatch. Sure enough, Misha had found his double. Then the
counterpart returned to her crowd, while Misha went back to speak to his
companions.
"I've found my double, and we reckon that if we put our heads together,
we can come up with a solution. Once she's briefed the SouthDuers on
what's happened, we'll heading back to my laboratory to do some
research. It seems me that a joint venture between the two fandoms would
be to our mutual advantage." With that, Misha rendezvoused with Ahsim
and they headed off towards the labs. Demeter looked at her double, who
looked back at her. Then they both said, at the same time, "So, you
ready for action?"
Suddenly, Stan Kowalski was running towards the Dueser group, with
Marian, Vicki, and Dr Hansen chasing after him, mounted on Jo the
talking horse. When he reached the group, he suddenly began
propositioning all the ladies for sex.
"We have a problem here," said Marian, catching up, and injecting a
tranquilliser into his arm. "Initially, his life signs bottomed out. No
pulse, no breathing, nothing. Then suddenly he was back, but acting all
weirdly. That was just a few minutes ago."
"He's reverted to Craig Zwiller, his character from 'Last Night',"
concluded Alex. "Unfortunately, as a result," added Marian, "he's
brought the film's scenario with him, and Earth will be destroyed in six
hour's time." "From the sounds of it," added Janice, "the incident
happened around the time that Hamlet appeared. Looks like the
interdimensional boundaries between universes are really getting thin;
this is a crossover between a TV show and a film. There's no telling
what else may happen. . ."
"Pikapika!"
"Squirtle! SquirtleSquirtle!"
"PIKAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"
Suddenly, the air around everyone became charged with electricity, and
large pools of water began to form on the ground.
"Oh, great," said Carl, sighing, as Melanie produced a shotgun from
somewhere, and began hunting for the offending creatures, "Pokemon. As
if they're not everywhere in real life, they've gone and invaded the
newsgroup as well. We HAVE to do something. Now."
"Open to suggestions," said Janice.
"Let's identify our doubles first" suggested Melanie.
It was agreed that this was a good idea, and the results were
enlightening.
"What? You're responsible for ensuring that everyone gets a fair share
of newsgroup chocolate?? ARE YOU MAD???"
"Straight as an arrow, won't touch slash-fiction. . . are you really
me?"
"Travesty! You've devoted your email list to gen-fiction!!"
"Typical; my double is the biggest slash-writer in her fandom."
Suddenly, from far across the newsgroup, came a voice that sounded even
more powerful than Charm when in full power hex-mode.
"HEAR ME NOW AND TREMBLE!!!!!!!!!! FOR I AM POWER INCARNATE!!!!!!!!!!!"
A series of large explosions happened just in front of the conversing
parties, and everyone dived for cover. As the explosions continued, the
sound of rushing wind was heard overhead. Looking up, the assembled
crowd could see nothing but a ball of blue energy. The ball landed on
the ground, and the explosions stopped, suddenly. The energy faded away,
and there stood yet another Victoria Metcalf.
"TREMBLE NOW, MORTALS!!!! I AM THE ULTIMATE POWER!!!! RESISTANCE IS
FUTILE!!!!"
"But. . . you look just like me," said Mountie-Victoria.
"AHA!! ANOTHER DUPLICATE!!! NOW, FEEBLE COPY, FEEL MY WRATH!!!!!"
Psycho-Mage Victoria stretched out an arm and with a gesture, a familiar
swirling vortex appeared by the hooves of Mountie-Victoria's steed.
Immediately, horse, rider and mountain lion were sucked into the gaping
hole in reality.
"She. . . she created a plot hole out of nothing!" Demeter said,
stunned. "But that must mean. . ."
"That this clone can manipulate Chaotium for her own ends," finished
Magna. "At least it would explain why the fabric of reality is growing
so thin, if Chaotium is being used like this."
"So, what do we do?" asked Carl.
"We do what we always swore to do if *SHE* ever encroached on our
territory," replied Charm, eyes blazing their distinctive shade of
anime-demon-possession red. "We gather our resources, and WIPE HER OFF
THE FACE OF THE EARTH!!!!!!" The last few words were shouted, as Charm
rose into the air on the wings of her magical abilities, followed
closely by her parallel-universe counterpart. Upon seeing this
insurrection, Chaotium-Victoria rose into the air herself.
"SO. . . THE MORTALS SEEK TO CHALLENGE ME. VERY WELL; PREPARE TO
DIE!!!!!"
A beam of energy shot from her outstretched hands, narrowly missing
Mrahc, who dodged out of the way. Charm, meanwhile, fired off a counter-
hex, which Victoria easily deflected. Mrahc responded to the attack on
him with a different hex, this time forcing Victoria to dodge out of the
way, before launching a twin-beam spell at both Charm and her double.
Meanwhile, on the ground, those without mystical abilities were
preparing to join the battle. Demeter had donned her blast-proof royal
robes, and with the aid of the others, had loaded her Mega Fire Cannon
with the most powerful high-explosive effigies she could find.
"All right, Technicians! Get ready! PLACES EVERYBODY!!!"
The cannon was aimed, primed, and ready to go. Magna shouted up to Charm
and Mrahc "We're ready! Get out of the way!".
As the two mages flew back to the ground, Victoria prepared one last
super-hex. As she raised her arms to fire it off, she was caught full-on
by an explosion powerful enough to level and entire continent. She fell
out of the sky like a rock, and left a huge crater as she impacted the
ground.
"YES!!!!!!!! STRIKE ONE FOR THE PYROTECHNICIANS!!!!!!!!" The shout went
up, accompanied by much celebrating. After a few minutes of this, the
party was cut short by a faint, yet distinctive voice from the crater.
"You. . . dared. . . oppose. . . me?? ME, the Mistress of Chaotium?? You
are truly ignorant as to the scope of my powers!!! Don't you
understand?? I AM INVINCIBLE!!!!! I AM VICTORIA!!!!!!"
The crater glowed blue, and a freshly-healed figure began to rise from
it. The glow around her body was faint, but growing stonger every
second. Then suddenly, from out of nowhere, a small grenade flew towards
her. She cast a hex towards it, then another, and another, but there was
no effect. The grenade exploded just in front of her, and sheets of
fabric emerged from it, encasing her in what looked like. . .
invulnerable stetson fabric?
"Evening all," came a voice from the direction the grenade had come
from. "Sorry we're a bit late, we were attacked by some refugees from
the Complete Works of Shakespeare en route. . . how he managed to keep
all those characters under control, I'll never know. . . most of them
were screaming lunatics."
A very familiar tank rumbled into view, stopped, and Misha and his
duplicate emerged.
"We finally cracked it, together. Between the two of us, and some of the
more obliging clones, we managed to come up with a way to reinforce
Demeterite so that it was Chaotium-proof; we call it Demeterite X-2. It
was only after we finished it that we realised the possibility of a
Victoria who could manipulate the stuff, so we had to find you to make
sure you were okay. But it looked like you lot did a fine job on your
own. . . we coud feel the shockwave from right across the tundra."
'"So," questioned Carl, "What else is new in the world of weaponry?"
"Glad you asked," replied Ahsim. "there's our anti-Chaotium fabric, of
course, and we've worked out how to incorporate minute amounts of
Chaotium into weapons, so we're quite excited about that. And we diod
find one other interesting thing. . . Misha?"
"Thank you, Ahsim," said Misha, who had produced a blackboard from
somewhere. "You see, the trouble starts with the Delta Flyer's systems.
Of course, the craft originates in Star Trek fandom, but while it is
present here, it is bound by the physical laws of the newsgroup. Due
South the series cannot cope with Chaotium; it messes everything around.
As a result, the Delta Flyer's replication systems were unable to
perfectly duplicate the Chaotium elements of the original Victoria, so
the second generation of clones, whilst still being Chaotium sources,
were lesser sources than the original. The problem is that there are so
many of them, the effect is cumulative, causing mass instabilities in
newsgroup reality. The point is that every successive generation of
clones will be less effective sources of Chaotium than the generation
that preceded it. The prototype containment grenade, for example, is
only effective against second-generation clones or lower. The upshot of
this is that, having now rounded up all clones from the second-
generation down, they are all confined within a designated cage of
Demeterite X-2. In short, for those of you who like that sort of thing,
we now have. . ."
"A VM TARGET RANGE!!" shouted Charm.
"That's right," said Misha. "Although there'll be no time to use it
until we've sorted out what we're going to do about the first-
generation clones and, of course, the original."
"I say KILL!!!" exclaimed Charm, still excited about the thought of a
target-range full of Victorias.
"I say we find her and give her a fair trial!!!" replied Janice.
"KILL!!" Charm shouted at Janice.
"TRIAL!!" Janice shouted back.
"Calm down, ladies, please," said Carl, intervening. "There'll be a time
and a place for this, and that's once the threat to the newsgroup is
taken care of."
"He's right" said Melanie. "Until we're out of danger, we have to focus
all our efforts on stopping the reality breaches from worsening."
"Hey, could you give us a hand?" came a heavy Liverpudlian accent from
behind the group. The assembled company swivelled round, only to see
four men standing next to a bright yellow submarine. "The sub's been
damaged, and we can't fly it any more." On hearing the voices, Demeter
rushed towards them, autograph book in hand.
"Now we have cross-media crossovers. . . this is not good" murmured
Misha. He looked up, and sure enough, where there were once stars in the
sky, there were now bright, shining diamonds. A woman named Lucy was
flying around overhead. There was a man standing in a hill in the
distance, and Misha knew, somehow, that the man was a fool. He checked
with his surveillance satellites and, as expected, a large octopus was
cultivating a beautiful garden at the bottom of the newsgroup's lake.
Demeter turned, and called out "Can we get some purple pemmican over
here? I think these guys need to start flying again!"
A large amount of purple pemmican was ferried in by the still-in-limbo
Anything, and devoured in a short space of time by the four men, who
immediately started showing the effects. They clambered back into their
submarine, which rose into the air, and started flying around the
diamond sky, while Anything and Lucy began dancing a strange ethereal
two-step in the sky.
"The wonders of purple Pemmican haze. . ." murmured Anything, as Jimi
Hendrix floated into view, guitar in hand.
Melanie, meanwhile, was searching the horizon. "She must be around here
somewhere" she murmured.
"She? She who?" asked Misha, dreading what the response might be.
"The star of the TV show 'Due North'; A Chicago PD Detective named Rae."
Melanie grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "She first came to Tuktoyaktuk on
the trail of the killers of her mother, and . . . "
"Hey, you talkin' 'bout me?" asked a voice behind them. They turned, and
saw a very attractive woman with long, shoulder length experimental hair
and a slightly outrageous shirt, who had just ridden in on a single-
seater snowmobile. Her eyes met Melanie's, and suddenly the area around
them became filled with delicate roses coloured in pastel-shades, and
glistening bubbles, translucently reflecting the soft-focus light.
Melanie clambered on to the snow ski behind Rae, and they headed off
towards the pb/sl.
"Things have just escalated," Misha informed the rest of the crowd. "The
presence of Melanie, regular beta-reader, is exerting an unusual
influence on the story fabric. Since she has so much control over what
happens in the story, the round robin's newly-forming sentience is
forming itself around her wishes. We now have even less time before the
story becomes fully self-aware. It's trying to find a new writer, one
that will give it a chance to escape. . ."
End part 6
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Misha "Einstein" Sumra
One-man-army and chief military officer of the pyrotechnicians
Keeper of all the women who've ever made passes at Fraser
in episodes of DS, and of the weapons Muldoon was
supplying in CotW
When emailing me, be sure to remove the spamshield first
OCl...@ix.netcom.com
incorporated replicative fading of the clones. I heard Jeremy speaking
to me during the "Yellow Submarine" sequence ( ad hoc, ad loc, quid pro
quo. So little time, so much to know). See. who needs purple pemmican
when we have writers with bizarre sensibilities.
Bravo.
marian
Keeper of Frasers pharmacopia
Sasscat Bu-to-y
> Title: And Then That Night
> Author: Misha 'Einstein' Sumra (part 6)
<purr> Oh yeah. Gotta read, gotta read.
> "I handed over control of the story. I no
> longer have the power."
>
> "Disturbingly, neither do I," said Misha, as he jumped out of his
> heavily-armed jeep. "It would appear that the effects of Chaotium are
> causing major breaches in the fabric of fan-fic space-time-reality. As a
> result, the normal omnipotence of the writer is being undermined, and
> the story is continuing on its own. If something isn't done quickly, the
> fic will wrest control away from the author, and being writing itself.
> According to my preliminary calculations, total author control-loss will
> occur within 4 hours."
Ooh... <admiring gaze> *Nice* twist. Have a cookie. Have two.
> The figure cleared her throat, in a very Fraser-like awkward manner,
> before speaking. "Constable Victoria Metcalf, RCMP. I was wondering if
> any of you had seen this man." She handed down a piece of paper with a
> police artist's sketch on it.
<cough><choke> So *that's* where the heck my muse went! Great Scott,
all my Alternate Thinking ideas are gonna turn up in here. (Fortunately
that wasn't *too* close to what's happening in Alternate Thinking; I can
breathe easy. :) )
> "You're not the ArchMage, I am! I represent the ultimate manifestation
> of magical power on alt.tv.south-due!"
>
> "What?"
>
> "The Usenet newsgroup dedicated to the discussion of all things related
> to the classic TV show South Due!"
<giggle> I love mirror universes. :)
> "What's up, Mrahc?" asked Angam.
<mad chortle>
> "Sounds like something Bugs Bunny would say," murmured Charm
Exactly!
(Kowalski propositioning all the women for sex)
> "He's reverted to Craig Zwiller, his character from 'Last Night',"
> concluded Alex. "Unfortunately, as a result," added Marian, "he's
> brought the film's scenario with him, and Earth will be destroyed in six
> hour's time." "From the sounds of it," added Janice, "the incident
> happened around the time that Hamlet appeared. Looks like the
> interdimensional boundaries between universes are really getting thin;
> this is a crossover between a TV show and a film.
<frown> You *have* been getting my Alternate Thinking muses! No wonder
it's going so slowly!
> There's no telling
> what else may happen. . ."
>
> "Pikapika!"
Although I am pleased to say that will *never* happen in AT. <sigh of
relief, then Tacsass produces a phaser rifle from the mirror DF and
vaporises all the Pokemon in the nearby vicinity>
> "What? You're responsible for ensuring that everyone gets a fair share
> of newsgroup chocolate?? ARE YOU MAD???"
<cackle> Ooh, Yxor is my friend. :)
> "TREMBLE NOW, MORTALS!!!! I AM THE ULTIMATE POWER!!!! RESISTANCE IS
> FUTILE!!!!"
(Weird visual place: Victoria as the Borg Queen. There's gotta be a
crossover in that. :) )
> "So, what do we do?" asked Carl.
>
> "We do what we always swore to do if *SHE* ever encroached on our
> territory," replied Charm, eyes blazing their distinctive shade of
> anime-demon-possession red. "We gather our resources, and WIPE HER OFF
> THE FACE OF THE EARTH!!!!!!"
Catfight! Catfight! <mad grin>
<snip very cool fight sequence and Demeterite X-2>
> "A VM TARGET RANGE!!" shouted Charm.
<evil glare> Not if me and Tree break them free... ;)
> Melanie, meanwhile, was searching the horizon. "She must be around here
> somewhere" she murmured.
>
> "She? She who?" asked Misha, dreading what the response might be.
>
> "The star of the TV show 'Due North'; A Chicago PD Detective named Rae."
> Melanie grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "She first came to Tuktoyaktuk on
> the trail of the killers of her mother, and . . . "
<yelp> It is! It is! It *is* my (and Zeborah's) Alternate Thinking
muse! Twisted by the Chaotium but nevertheless... Damn you, Misha!
> "Hey, you talkin' 'bout me?" asked a voice behind them. They turned, and
> saw a very attractive woman with long, shoulder length experimental hair
> and a slightly outrageous shirt, who had just ridden in on a single-
> seater snowmobile.
<pause> On the other hand, why complain? :)
> Her eyes met Melanie's, and suddenly the area around
> them became filled with delicate roses coloured in pastel-shades, and
> glistening bubbles, translucently reflecting the soft-focus light.
> Melanie clambered on to the snow ski behind Rae, and they headed off
> towards the pb/sl.
>
> "Things have just escalated," Misha informed the rest of the crowd. "The
> presence of Melanie, regular beta-reader, is exerting an unusual
> influence on the story fabric. Since she has so much control over what
> happens in the story, the round robin's newly-forming sentience is
> forming itself around her wishes.
Da-amn... Melanie, don't suppose you wanna share?
> We now have even less time before the
> story becomes fully self-aware. It's trying to find a new writer, one
> that will give it a chance to escape. . ."
<innocent smile>
This was truly inspired, Misha (although inspired by what, I don't want
to know. Great minds think alike, I suppose). Well worth the wait
(wait? what wait?) and *certainly* worth another reread.
Sasscat
(does evil twin Tacssas have an evil Delta Flier? ooh...)
Melanie M
Misha wrote
>> Her eyes met Melanie's, and suddenly the area around
>> them became filled with delicate roses coloured in
>> pastel-shades, and glistening bubbles, translucently
>> reflecting the soft-focus light. Melanie clambered
>> on to the snow ski behind Rae, and they headed off
>> towards the pb/sl.
>>
>> "Things have just escalated," Misha informed the rest
>> of the crowd. "The presence of Melanie, regular
>> beta-reader, is exerting an unusual influence on the
>> story fabric. Since she has so much control over what
>> happens in the story, the round robin's newly-forming
>> sentience is forming itself around her wishes.
Sasscat commented:
>Da-amn... Melanie, don't suppose you wanna share?
Ummm. Hmmm. Let me think about it for a minute.
No.
;-p
Go inspire your own outcome, Sasscat! (Melanie beams gratefully
at Misha.)
Melanie M, keeper of Frannie's water pistol (squirt, squirt) and
of the explanation.
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Misha Sumra
>, Sasscat Bu-to-y <sas...@crosswinds.net> writes
>This was truly inspired, Misha (although inspired by what, I don't want
>to know. Great minds think alike, I suppose). Well worth the wait
>(wait? what wait?) and *certainly* worth another reread.
Thank you for your kind words.... You can have your muse back now ;-)
>Sasscat
>(does evil twin Tacssas have an evil Delta Flier? ooh...)
No, Tacssas has a shuttle borrowed from the Starship Equinox, complete
with Evil Doctor..... or maybe she has the DF that would have been built
on board the 'Warship Voyager' from 'Living Witness'.....
Misha "Einstein" Sumra
One-man-army, Chief military officer of the pyrotechnicians,
and Warden of the VM target range.
Zeborah
>"The star of the TV show 'Due North'; A Chicago PD Detective named
Rae."
>Melanie grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "She first came to Tuktoyaktuk on
>the trail of the killers of her mother, and . . . "
<giggle>
Ooh, I'm just loving this series. :-)
(The archivist in me is trying to figure out if it was a conspiracy for
new parts of both And Then That Night and Timeless Echoes to be posted
*just after* I'd done the second big archive in two days... but the
fanfic reader in me ain't complaining one little bit.)
Zeborah
Keeper of the Holy Hairpin
Misha Sumra
>, Zeborah <zeb...@altavista.com> writes
>Misha Sumra <eins...@thesumras.demon.co.uk> wrote:
>>"The star of the TV show 'Due North'; A Chicago PD Detective named
>Rae."
>>Melanie grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "She first came to Tuktoyaktuk on
>>the trail of the killers of her mother, and . . . "
>
><giggle>
>
>Ooh, I'm just loving this series. :-)
Actually, credit where it's Due (South), that little bit was entirely
Melanie's idea..... So I though I'd write her a small indulgence, after
the horrors she had to face re-punctuating my part for the first RR....
Misha "Einstein" Sumra
One-man-army, Chief military officer of the pyrotechnicians,
CO of the Anti-Slash Brigade and Warden of the VM target range.