Jean didn't count the number of days since the worlds had ended. No point; counting would imply that she believed she could stop counting because one day they would be saved. That hope didn't exist anymore. Run, hide, shoot the skin-jobs, drink just enough to fall asleep; then they started over again
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::laughs:: Well, I am writing a Sam and Jean resistance fic, although at this point it doesn't involve any Twos. And it's Sam's POV rather than Jean's.
I owe you a ficlet! Actually, I now owe you two, since I still haven't finished the one I owe you from guessing the remix fic correctly... (It's started. I'm not satisfied with it yet, though, and Sam/Jean is taking priority. Mostly because I really, really like Sam/Jean.)
Throw a prompt at me, though! It might help me get unstuck on some of the other stuff I'm writing!
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I owe you a ficlet! Actually, I now owe you two, since I still haven't finished the one I owe you from guessing the remix fic correctly... (It's started. I'm not satisfied with it yet, though, and Sam/Jean is taking priority. Mostly because I really, really like Sam/Jean.)
Throw a prompt at me, though! It might help me get unstuck on some of the other stuff I'm writing!
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