Today is Jack Johnson day on the advent calendar. And since it's Jack Johnson day, and I've been writing that little Jack Johnson-themed series, I thought I would take a break from Yuletide and write a little CSI fic to go with the music. But oh my God, you guys, I did not intend for it to be this appalling. Talk about sappy. My little angst-
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He does deserve to be happy. Nick was always the happy child. William was just bossy, and Kaitlynn was a terrible nag as a child. Each child had shown a dominant trait right from the beginning, and Nick...Nick had been so happy. Even more than the pain (and the scars! "My Lord, my baby has scars!") of his ordeal, the loss of his happiness was hardest to bear. Bill and Jillian want him to be that happy person again...so they'll adjust to his unconventional (for Texas) lifestyle with all the long-suffering that parents of six have perfected. They want his happiness so badly that they suffer the indignity of being shunned by their nearest neighbors; they pretend not to hear the muttered comments in the market. They know that the talk will wind down in time. They could care less about the neighbors (well, Jillian wants everyone to be civil but really, that woman can't even keep her windows clean; what right does she have judging her baby?!) and it looks like Greg is there for the long haul. Lasting happiness. What more does any parent want for their child.
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I didn't respond to this yesterday because I was afraid of breaking my CM writing groove, but I did love this. I giggled over the dirty windows. Jillian kind of rules.
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You'll find when you get around to watching "Grave Danger" (not "Grabe") that they make her out to be kind of stiff. A lot of the fic writers went with that and made her kind of a bitch. Me? I thought she was a woman on the edge. Her youngest child was missing...in the hands of a madman...and she was powerless to do anything at all to get him back. She would be tense. She would naturally be upset and probably a little bitchy. I sure would. Still, when he came home safe (tho not quite sound) she would melt into a puddle of maternal goo and want nothing more than to take him home and feed him her world-famous sweet potato pie (Nick's favorite) until she saw his sweet dimples again. She's a woman after my own heart.
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