ummm.

[dsudis]

Last night I was fretting a little about whether I would have my Southland fic ready to post before S2 starts (at which point, given the slightest provocation, I expect to become an ardent John/Cesar shipper).

Tonight, googling to figure out what @Cudlitz was talking about, I discovered that Southland's S2 premiere has suddenly been pushed back

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[omphale23]

Seriously? I'm being denied Southland for another month because of the power of your mind? That is SO not fair.

I'd better get fic out of this. Otherwise I'm going to have to protest; I was hoping to have it back before Defying Gravity stopped airing, because apparently I get twitchy when there isn't a BoB cast member on my television at least once a week. Bad things happen. Like complicated AUs featuring Dick Winters, idealistic young doctor, and his partner in a shoestring nonprofit, Lewis Nixon.

There are fights over Lew spending his trust fund dividends to pay for lab equipment. Dick accidentally gets outed by his mother over coffee, and then can't serve with his reserve unit like he wants. It's all very clearly going to be badfic, and will probably end in tears.

[dsudis]

I'm sorry! Here:

"You freaking out, Boo?"

Ben snorted, which sounded like a yeah, so what else is new to John. "Are you?"

John rubbed a hand over his face. Mostly he was tired, and glad that he didn’t actually have to get up yet. He poked around for freakout and didn't find much. "Guess not. You feeling like punching me in the spine?"

Ben smiled at that. "Your couch is actually pretty comfy, so no. I'm good if you are."

"Yeah," John said. "Your bag's in the kitchen."

"I found it," Ben said, nodded again, and shut the door.

***

Also: WRIIIIIITE IIIIIIIIIIITTT.

[revelininsanity]

*cheers* And then they should kiss. And hug.

Possibly there should be puppies.

[dsudis]

Ahahahaha um. That is in fact not what happens in that scene. *g*

[revelininsanity]

*grins* I figured as much.

[omphale23]

"I found it," Ben said, nodded again, and shut the door.

andthentheyhadsex.

That's how it ends, y/n? I'm sure it is. It MUST be.

WRIIIIIITE IIIIIIIIIIITTT.

*headdesks*

I have, like, five other things that I ought to finish first. And yet. Really, the thought of this is terribly tempting.

[dsudis]

Wellllll. Theyeventuallyhavesex! Just not right then. They have to go around having issues for a while first. *g*

And believe me, I understand. I am hiding from the baleful gaze of my WIP list even as we speak.