Relative Safety, part B
EHursh
AUTHOR; Ellen Hursh
RATING: PG-13
CATEGORY: KW/LKo romance; off-screen heterosexual relations and
on-screen necking; a spot of ETOH use. Some suggestive dialogue.
SUMMARY: (In general) Rewrite of the last four or five months of
Season 6
SUMMARY: (Specifically) Kerry and Luka come to a new understanding.
TIMELINE: Late night of, and the morning after, "Family Matters"
SPOILERS: Season 6, through "Family Matters"
DISCLAIMER: All ER characters are the property of powerful people
who could have me abducted and dumped out in the cold, cold desert
night, leaving me to walk 300 miles to the nearest computer.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: As always, check http://www.tranexp.com:2000/InterTran
for a translation of Croatian
words/phrases
He woke briefly during the night, confused by the difference in
night-sounds, and by the presence of another person sleeping next to
him,
for the first time in years. No... she wasn't quite asleep, he corrected
himself, as she shifted position to snuggle against him. She was still
as soft
and warm as she'd been on that sofa, and he knew he'd made the right
decision when he chose to stay in Chicago and accept Kerry's job offer.
Oh, not because of the sex - though thinking of it, of her passionate
response to him, made him quiver - but because he'd found someone who
could be so much to him. He kissed her, and fell asleep again.
Sun streaming through the curtains, and directly onto his face, woke
him,
and he smiled, a bit hesitantly, at the woman cuddled in his arms and
spooned against him. Last night had been... absolutely amazing. He
couldn't believe that nobody else seemed to see this side of Kerry -
warm,
funny, incredibly sexy - but the subtle inquiries he'd made seemed to
indicate that nearly everybody accepted the face she wore at work, of
the
hard, nearly-tyrannical slave-driving Kerry (and that *was* a part of
her,
he accepted that). Dave seemed to see the woman underneath, but *he*
could spot a woman anywhere. Luka had noticed that the man seemed to
have imprinted on Kerry, like a [duckling]: to Dave, she was the one
true
Chief. He didn't particularly respect the man's skills as a doctor,
although
he believed that Dave had a lot of potential, but he, of all people, did
respect that kind of loyalty.
Something suddenly occurred to him: what if he'd been wrong last night,
and she really *had* been too drunk to be competent to make the decision
to sleep with him? He suddenly felt very depressed - when he woke up
with her in his arms, he'd let himself hope that they might have some
kind
of future together, but now he wasn't eager to see the look on her face
when she woke up and realized what she'd done... and with whom.
Why *would* she want him, after all? He was scrawny (he'd never really
regained the weight he lost... back there) and a little fou.
Bad-tempered (he
usually managed to hide it, but flashes of it still got out all the
time),
overly impulsive, pig-headedly stubborn... he was no prize.
His train of thought was disrupted when he felt Kerry stir in his arms.
Wow... moment of truth - how was she going to react? "Dobar jutro, moj
krasota," he murmured, and kissed the top of her head where she was
nestled against him. She rubbed at her eyes and then turned in his arms
to
smile at him, a little wearily.
"Luka. Hi." He sighed in relief, and she looked at him a little oddly.
"You're not regretting...?" He was surprised by the defensive note in
her
voice.
"No, no. I was worried that you might have really been drunk last night,
that you might be angry with me for taking advantage of you."
"That was only my second glass. How could you tell?" *Only* her second
glass? He made a mental note to never let her engage him in any drinking
games; these days, he was a total lightweight.
"I don't know. You were acting different from usual, and you smelled and
tasted..." he paused and licked his lips. Kerry wanted to lick them for
him.
"But I had a feeling. I wasn't sure whether it was just that I'd been
celibate
for too long."
"How... long? If you don't mind my asking," she added hastily. He shook
his head.
"I don't mind. I've only been with two other women in my life: my wife,
of
course, and a woman I worked with when I first came to this country,
about five or six years ago. *That* was very brief." He started to say
something more, then changed his mind. "What about you? I'm sure a
woman as beautiful as you has a lot of stories?"
"What do you want, Luka?" she asked him suspiciously, without answering
his question.
"I want you, in my life. That's all. I don't expect you to treat me any
differently at work, just because we--" He pinked up, and Kerry was
fascinated - she hadn't realized there were still *real* men out there
who
could blush. "Uh, do you have coffee? Or tea? I need some caffeine."
"Didn't you notice? You were in my kitchen last night, after all," she
reminded him, enjoying the way his blush deepened and ran all the way
down to his chest, and then relented. "There's a coffee maker, and
coffee in
the refrigerator." He kissed her, then got out of bed and scooped up his
trousers, and headed for the bedroom door.
"Thank you. Would you like some?"
"Please. I take cream and a little sugar in mine." She watched him put
his
trousers on and leave the room, then settled back with a big grin on her
face. What a night *that* had been! The smile faded, though, as that
familiar old voice of self-doubt began again: Ellis was great in bed,
too,
wasn't he, Kerry? And look what happened *there*! He used you, and he
broke your heart.
But Ellis *hadn't* used her, Kerry knew. He'd kept his job separate from
his feelings for her. And now he'd moved on from her distrust; she'd
received a dry little announcement, back in September, for the marriage
of
Dr. Ellis Phillip West and Dr. Susan Elizabeth Lang. She'd sent an
equally
dry little congratulatory note.
She slipped into her robe, a sleek, ankle-length forest-green silk
kimono,
and crutched out to the kitchen, where she found Luka deep in
concentration over the stove, doing something that smelled good. And he
was singing as he worked - she'd never heard the song before (something
from home?). He had a good voice, she decided, it was competent, if
nothing that would win him any awards. But even with such a beautiful
tush, he just *shouldn't* try to dance!
She watched him for a few minutes, grinning at the view. He'd retrieved
his shirt from the floor, where she'd dropped it, and put it back on,
but the
tails hung out over the waistband of his trousers; that, and his morning
whiskers, gave him a rumpled look that contrasted nicely with his usual
ultra-tidy look at work.
He split whatever he was cooking between two plates, turned to put them
on the counter and nearly dropped them when he saw her. "Hey," he said,
surprised to see her standing behind him. "I was going to bring this to
you
in bed, you didn't have to get up."
"No, no. No eating in bed." She saw the gleam in his eyes, and cut him
off
before he could say what was obviously on his mind. "Don't even say it,"
she warned him, shaking her finger at him.
"Say what?" But he was smiling, and trembling with suppressed laughter.
"Okay, c'mon. Before it gets cold."
"You know how to cook?"
"My mother was a lousy cook. My father, and my brother and I, we all had
to learn to fend for ourselves, if we wanted to eat. And... uh..." he
faltered,
looking away from her, out the window, "I, uh, cooked both times my wife
was pregnant. Just looking at a pot or pan made her sick." He rested his
chin on one hand, then extended the other in Kerry's direction, along
the
surface of the table. "You're okay with eggs, right? I saw them in
there," he
gestured at the refrigerator, "and figured you must eat them." She
accepted
his abrupt change of subject.
"Oh... I usually just have an energy shake in the morning," she
protested,
but he shook his head.
"No. That isn't proper breakfast. C'mon. You can make me one of these
'energy shakes' next time." Wow, he thought. You're assuming a *lot*,
aren't you, Luka! Even if she *hadn't* been bombed out of her mind last
night, that didn't mean she would want to *be* with him again. He licked
his lips, looking down, then suddenly began eating, too nervous to look
at
Kerry's reaction. He halted when he didn't hear any sounds from Kerry's
seat, and put his fork down when he saw her simply sitting there.
"Kerry?
Is something wrong? Did *I* do something wrong?" he asked urgently,
reaching over to touch her arm. "I-- last- last night, uh, it was good,
huh?"
She looked up at him, and was surprised to see anxiety in his eyes; that
wasn't something she expected from him. She took a bite of her eggs, to
cover her confusion, then nodded.
"Incredible," she admitted. "So you want to do this again?"
"Now?" That gleam in his eyes was back, and he was eyeing her
hopefully.
"*Later*. Let me finish breakfast." She saw that the gleam in his eyes
had
softened to something she couldn't identify, and gestured at him with
her
fork. "Eat. Build up your strength."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied with mock deference, and pretended to cower in
fear when she playfully waved her fork at him like a baton, but he
tucked
into his eggs and watched her out of the corner of his eye.
"That was delicious," she told him as she finished, and began to get up.
He
was on his feet first, though, and gently pushed her back down.
"I've got it." He took her plate, and carried it, with his, to the
kitchen. "Do
you use the dishwasher often?" he called to her.
"Sometimes. But I usually rinse everything before putting it in. You
cook
*and* do dishes?"
"Only for very special people."
"You're saying I'm special, then?" she cooed, using her crutch to help
herself stand on tiptoe and put her arm around his neck... although once
he'd realized what she was after, he simply picked her up and carried
her
to the sofa. She could have sworn she heard him *purr* as he lay down,
still holding her, and began kissing her, as she lay sprawled across his
chest.
She played with his hair as he untied the sash of her robe and reached
inside; her startled exclamation reminded her of something. "Luka, last
night, when we were..." she hesitated to call it 'making love', although
she
knew he was a man she could love. But he seemed to understand what she
was getting at, and nodded. "You said something in Croatian." Something
that had sounded passionate and intense to her. But she could think of a
lot
of things that would sound passionate and intense coming from him -
"pericardiocentesis", perhaps - for all she knew, he could have been
mocking her, calling her the foulest of names. She hoped she was just
being paranoid.
"Did I? I... don't remember." That wasn't true, of course; he remembered
perfectly well what he'd said to her last night. He... just wasn't ready
to
say it to her in English. Not yet. He might never be ready, he knew; he
was
surprised enough that he'd let himself *physically* express his feelings
for
her.
She happened to look up, and caught a glimpse of the clock. "Damn! Luka,
look at the time!" He turned, keeping his arm around her to keep her
from
falling off the sofa, and shook his head. "You're on in a few hours,
right?"
"Yeah. I guess we can't call in sick, huh?" he said, smiling ruefully.
"No. I'll drive you home, so you can shower and change your clothes--"
He
playfully rubbed his chin against her cheek.
"*And* shave," he added, and stole a kiss before helping her to her
feet. He loaded up the dishwasher as she showered and got dressed for
her own
shift later, then scraped the ice off the car windows for her, despite
her
protests.
"How can you stand being out in this, without a coat?" He shrugged. It
*was* pretty damned cold. Sometimes, though, he just didn't notice.
"It isn't the worst I've seen," he hedged, and knocked off the last bit
of ice,
then got in the car and suddenly warmed his hands on Kerry's neck. She
shrieked and pushed him away, then pulled up the collar of her coat.
"Oh! You jerk... do you want to *walk* home?" She tried to pretend to be
angry, but she was laughing too hard to be convincing; he whispered in
her
ear, and told her what he *did* want, and she listened, intrigued.
"That sounds tempting. I always have had a sweet tooth - I love
chocolate.
We should probably get going," she suddenly said, determinedly breaking
the mood. Not that she *wouldn't* like for them to go back inside and do
exactly what he'd suggested, but she didn't want either of them to be
late...
which they would definitely be. "Do you want to ride in with me, after
you
get done changing and... everything?"
"No," he said reluctantly, "I think I'd better take the El. I don't
*think* I
have any chocolate around the apartment, but you know how I am about
improvising." He flashed her a cheeky grin that slowly evaporated. "Uh,
I
assume you still want to be quiet about this? *I* don't really care who
knows, but if you want it to be private, I'll respect that." She nodded.
"I think it's best for us to keep quiet, for now. If Romano found out
that you
and I were... involved, he'd never believe that we didn't start back in
November, when I hired you permanently." He calmly removed her hat so
he could ruffle her hair - he'd never even *seen* red hair until he left
his
small coastal town to go to university up in Zagreb - and waited for her
agitation to wind down a little before he kissed her again.
"Okay. So at the hospital, or when anybody from there is around, we are
strictly colleagues. But outside of that, we can be more than
colleagues,
huh?"
"Outside, or when... say... we find a quiet place and a quiet moment."
He
smiled at her.
"I like the way you think, Kerry. All right." He extended his hand to
her
and she hesitantly did the same - was he actually going to *shake* on
this?
But he didn't; he took her hand and kissed it, European-style, then
turned it
over and kissed her palm. She came really close to dragging him back
inside, at that point, but turned the key in the ignition, instead. He
gave her
the directions, and settled back in his seat.
Kerry was surprised to see that he was completely relaxed; most guys who
rode in her car tended to operate imaginary gas and brake pedals, or at
least have the door handle in a death-grip. He, on the other hand,
looked
ready to fall asleep. Then again, they'd pretty much worn each other out
last night.
When she pulled up in front of Luka's building, she cleared her throat.
"Luka, would you like... um... would you like to go to a movie with me,
Friday night?"
"I'm not off until ten," he replied cautiously.
"That's all right. The movie isn't until midnight."
"What is the movie, please?"
"Fun," she told him unhelpfully. "C'mon, it's a surprise."
"Surprises and I don't mix very well," he grumbled. "Where are we
going?"
"You'll see." He sighed.
"I know I'm going to regret this, but sure. Movie Friday night, at
midnight,
right?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. I'll see you later, then." He kissed her, very thoroughly - which
made her head spin - squeezed her hand lightly, and got out of the car.
She
watched him walk to the door, then turn at the last moment and wave to
her, smiling. She returned the wave and the smile, and leaned back in
her
seat. Well, Friday night would be the acid test.
--
Ellen K. Hursh
"I still love my wife." --Luka "I Embrace It Freely" Kovac
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Jolie
This was absolutely wonderful -- loved both parts. Can't wait
to read more (if I have to wait as long as it took you to
struggle with this, it will still be worth it)!
I really love your look at a playful Kerry and a happy Luka!
Jolie
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I'm hooked. Very nicely done. I also noticed you mentioned this
was a prequel... is there a site where I can find the actual
series ?
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Roberts
A great effort from you (as usual).
Cathy
Miesque
while since "Up On The Rooftop", eh? *G*
Good to see a happy Luka. The Luka I write tends to be deadly
serious, with only light-hearted moments scattered here &
there. I'm sure the guy has a great sense of humor. I just
hope we get to see some of that in coming seasons...
Miesque
EHursh
> I tried my first one a few days back and was intrigued... now
> I'm hooked. Very nicely done. I also noticed you mentioned this
> was a prequel... is there a site where I can find the actual
> series ?
Actually, "prequel" is a bit of a misnomer. I had originally
done a "rewrite" of Under Control ("Up on the Rooftop"*)
that involved a stressed-out Carter trying to throw himself
off the roof, but stopped by My Favorite Croatian <g>.
I got surprised, at the very end, by the revelation that Luka
and Kerry were not only having a hot - if secret - affair,
but were also living together. I then invoked the dreaded
"P" word, in terms of figuring out how they'd reached
that point... except that they decided they were not going
to be satisfied with one measly additional segment.
So I found myself undertaking something of a rewrite of
that part of Season 6... some things (like the Luka-Carol
debacle) will be different, and other things will be the
same (ain't telling :-). The 2-part segment I just posted
comprises what I had jokingly dubbed "That Damned
Prequel"... the next segment would appear to include
Kerry's mysterious midnight movie (I'll let the name of it
remain unstated for now, except to say that I could definitely
see her being interested in Friday night midnight showings
of it :-).
Hopefully Season 6 (v.1.1) will be done at some point
before the end of Season 7 (v.1.0)... <g>
* Which is, itself, going to be rewritten; there were parts
that had me a bit displeased, so looking for an archive
would be moot.)
> -sbj
--
Ellen K. Hursh
"I still love my wife." --Luka "Though You Can Fret Me You
Cannot Play Upon Me" Kovac
EHursh
> Ellen,
>
> This was absolutely wonderful -- loved both parts. Can't wait
> to read more (if I have to wait as long as it took you to
> struggle with this, it will still be worth it)!
Ideally it won't be *quite* as long of a wait... assuming
the direction doesn't suddenly flip around on me - part
of time with this story was spent working on what was,
as recently as the end of May, *supposed* to be
That Damned Prequel.
> I really love your look at a playful Kerry and a happy Luka!
Thanks... if only TPTB would agree with me on that!
(I suspect that both the actors would be delighted to
have their characters doing something other than their
standard emergency slouch and mope sessions.)
> Jolie
--
Ellen K. Hursh
"I still love my wife." --Luka "Though You Can Fret Me You
Cannot Play Upon Me" Kovac
EHursh
> Great work again, Ellen, & worth the wait! Gosh, it's been a
> while since "Up On The Rooftop", eh? *G*
Thanks... yeah, it's been a while.
> Good to see a happy Luka. The Luka I write tends to be deadly
> serious, with only light-hearted moments scattered here &
> there. I'm sure the guy has a great sense of humor.
I don't think we're going to get scenes with Luka riding the
bus and telling a story that's so funny that the CTA
driver has to pull over due to laughing so hard :-)
But I do wanna see more scenes like the "Luka acting silly"
bits in The Fastest Nur-- uh, Year.
Reminds me... can anyone think, offhand, of any doors
in the hospital that have actual doorknobs? (I may
tackle the April Fools in the ER thing after all, and...
doorknobs are an obnoxious part of what I had in
mind.)
> I just
> hope we get to see some of that in coming seasons...
<grouch> As long as TPTB don't pair him off with
Nurse Mopey.
> Miesque
--
Ellen K. Hursh
"I still love my wife." --Luka "Though You Can Fret Me You
Cannot Play Upon Me" Kovac
chrism1999
it.
EHursh
> Where can I find "Up on the Rooftop" anyone? I'm dying to read
> it.
I have no idea if anyone's archived it. But it's a moot
point, because I'm going to rewrite it when I get to
that part of the timeline. (It's still several segments
away.)
See, I originally wrote it as a one-off, shortly before
"Under Control" originally aired, and was then crisply
informed by the characters (who had already pretty much
surprised me in the process of writing) that I was bloody
well NOT done, that I had more segments to write.
(Besides, there were parts of the story that had me a bit
annoyed.) The title may even change, in fact. I'll note its
identity in the headers, though, when I do post it.
--
Ellen K. Hursh
Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so, Brain, but why would anyone want to see Snow
White and the Seven Samurai?
Ginj
changes it, it can be found at the below site
http://lukafic.tripod.com/fanfic/ff78.htm
Ginj
Ginj
KEVIN FROST
I've been patient - now I'm getting a little impatient.
~Pebbles
'Sometimes I sits and thinks
and sometimes I just sits.' - Anon
EHursh wrote in message <3978FC4B...@bdexx.com>...
Miesque
m'self, except it might involve a Dracula movie, an unexpected
kiss on the neck, and a great deal of popcorn to clean up... <g>
"Bleah...keep those windows shut, baby, there's bats about!"
Miesque
EHursh
> How about some more of this - please!
> I've been patient - now I'm getting a little impatient.
Still working on the next part. I must, after all, make
Luka and Kerry's movie-going experience an...
interesting one. :-) (I think... I hope... that her choice
of movies will be *something* of a surprise.)
> ~Pebbles
>
> EHursh wrote in message <3978FC4B...@bdexx.com>...
> >TITLE Relative Safety, AKA That Damned Prequel :-) [Part B]
> >AUTHOR; Ellen Hursh
> >RATING: PG-13
> >CATEGORY: KW/LKo romance; off-screen heterosexual relations and
> >on-screen necking; a spot of ETOH use. Some suggestive dialogue.
> >SUMMARY: (In general) Rewrite of the last four or five months of
> >Season 6
> >SUMMARY: (Specifically) Kerry and Luka come to a new >understanding.
--
Ellen K. Hursh
Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so, Brain, but why would anyone want to see Snow
White and the Seven Samurai?
EHursh
> I keep thinking about a movie experience for Kerry and Luka
> m'self, except it might involve a Dracula movie, an unexpected
> kiss on the neck, and a great deal of popcorn to clean up... <g>
>
> "Bleah...keep those windows shut, baby, there's bats about!"
Bwahahahaha! (Though are we sure that it would be
Luka kissing Kerry on the neck, and not the other way
around? :-)
I *really* wanna see ER do a Halloween episode for
S7, in which Luka enters the ER, waits until only
Malik is looking in his direction, then grins at him with
a set of plastic fangs in his mouth. The rest of the
episode, we see various characters trying to get
Malik to come back out of the bathroom, where he
immediately went to hide. Nobody believes his story,
of course, since Luka had immediately spat the fangs
out, into his hand... and after all, he's so *serious*
that he'd *never* do something like that.
Oh, hell, I may just have to write it myself, since TPTB
would just screw it up. <g>
> Miesque
--
Ellen K. Hursh
Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so, Brain, but why would anyone want to see Snow
White and the Seven Samurai?
Miesque
>Miesque wrote:
>
>> I keep thinking about a movie experience for Kerry and Luka
>> m'self, except it might involve a Dracula movie, an unexpected
>> kiss on the neck, and a great deal of popcorn to clean up...
<g>
>>
>> "Bleah...keep those windows shut, baby, there's bats about!"
>
>Bwahahahaha! (Though are we sure that it would be
>Luka kissing Kerry on the neck, and not the other way
>around? :-)
I definitely think it'd be Kerry doing the kissing. I have this
idea that once they're seriously dating, she might start to
worry that maybe he's a little *too* calm and might want to see
how he'd react to a thing like that. I'd have to be careful,
though (PTSD & all), but I think she'd discover all of Luka's
reserves of nervous energy.
>I *really* wanna see ER do a Halloween episode for
>S7, in which Luka enters the ER, waits until only
>Malik is looking in his direction, then grins at him with
>a set of plastic fangs in his mouth. The rest of the
>episode, we see various characters trying to get
>Malik to come back out of the bathroom, where he
>immediately went to hide.
"I'm tellin' ya, he's a Vampire! I ain't comin' out, man! No
way! Get a mirror...get a mirror...that'll prove it!"
Nobody believes his story,
>of course, since Luka had immediately spat the fangs
>out, into his hand... and after all, he's so *serious*
>that he'd *never* do something like that.
Sounds like a good idea to me. And anyway,
Wallachia/Transylvania isn't too far from Croatia, so Luka could
actually be a direct descendant of Vlad Tepic (sp?) (aka, Vlad
the Impaler-pleasant fellow; not much worse than Ivan the
Terrible, who actually had his lucid moments; Vlad was evidently
an escapee from the local mental institution...shudder to read
the historical accounts of that fellow).
>Oh, hell, I may just have to write it myself, since TPTB
>would just screw it up. <g>
Go for it, before I steal the idea from you! *G*
EHursh
> EHursh <ekh...@bdexx.com> wrote:
> >Miesque wrote:
> >
> >> I keep thinking about a movie experience for Kerry and Luka
> >> m'self, except it might involve a Dracula movie, an unexpected
> >> kiss on the neck, and a great deal of popcorn to clean up...
> >>
> >> "Bleah...keep those windows shut, baby, there's bats about!"
> >
> >Bwahahahaha! (Though are we sure that it would be
> >Luka kissing Kerry on the neck, and not the other way
> >around? :-)
>
> I definitely think it'd be Kerry doing the kissing. I have this
> idea that once they're seriously dating, she might start to
> worry that maybe he's a little *too* calm and might want to see
> how he'd react to a thing like that. I'd have to be careful,
> though (PTSD & all), but I think she'd discover all of Luka's
> reserves of nervous energy.
Oh, I've already got her working on his calm, serious side.
(F'rinstance, at the moment I'm working on a comparison
between the look on his face, in reaction to the movie - which,
as she'd already noted, was intended as an "acid test" - and
the look on Elizabeth's face in reaction to discovering David
Greene in her apartment... and her slippers. :-)
> >I *really* wanna see ER do a Halloween episode for
> >S7, in which Luka enters the ER, waits until only
> >Malik is looking in his direction, then grins at him with
> >a set of plastic fangs in his mouth. The rest of the
> >episode, we see various characters trying to get
> >Malik to come back out of the bathroom, where he
> >immediately went to hide.
>
> "I'm tellin' ya, he's a Vampire! I ain't comin' out, man! No
> way! Get a mirror...get a mirror...that'll prove it!"
Meanwhile Luka's hiding, too, because he's laughing too
hard to see patients.... Dave spots him, but figures he's just
hallucinating because after all, Dr. Kovac *never* laughs.
> >Oh, hell, I may just have to write it myself, since TPTB
> >would just screw it up. <g>
>
> Go for it, before I steal the idea from you! *G*
Hey, if you get it written first - and you probably will, as
slowly as I ever write anything <g> - go ahead.
> Miesque
--
Ellen K. Hursh
Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so, Brain, but this time *you* put the
trousers on the duck.