FANFIC: Dear Jean
Title: Dear Jean
Author: resolute
Fandom: Regular Marvel U, the 616 canon
Rating: G. Unless you count pathos and angst, in which case, restricted for mature audiences who like their emo served with a side of Summers.
Challenge: written for the "Letters" challenge at the jeannie_x_slim comm.
Author's Note: You'd never find this letter. Or any of the others he wrote. Some he burned. Most he atomized. Optics blasts are so handy for hiding the evidence from your wife.
Dear Jean,
Just thought I'd let you know how we are doing up here.
It's summer and the mosquitoes are absolutely everywhere. I've gotten used to them, but Maddie worries that they are going to attach themselves to Nathan and carry him off. The mosquitoes are huge. I can see her point.
The Twin Otter needed a new strut for the right front wheel before it was ever going to pass yearly, so I built a new one. Mark, the artist I told you about last time? He hauled all his welding gear over to the field and we spent two days drinking beers and arguing over the load bearing stress of the welds. But the Otter passed inspection, and Maddie hasn't crashed it yet, so I think I was right.
Nathan's eyes haven't darkened yet. Maddie thinks they will. I told her to not be ridiculous.
There's a guy down in the city who says he has a classic Indian. Next time I make the run I'm going to take a look. If he's not kidding, I already told Maddie I'm buying it.
That's all the news. Hope you are well.
Wish you wer
I hate you, Jean.
I really do.
I mean it.
Why aren't y
Author: resolute
Fandom: Regular Marvel U, the 616 canon
Rating: G. Unless you count pathos and angst, in which case, restricted for mature audiences who like their emo served with a side of Summers.
Challenge: written for the "Letters" challenge at the jeannie_x_slim comm.
Author's Note: You'd never find this letter. Or any of the others he wrote. Some he burned. Most he atomized. Optics blasts are so handy for hiding the evidence from your wife.
Dear Jean,
Just thought I'd let you know how we are doing up here.
It's summer and the mosquitoes are absolutely everywhere. I've gotten used to them, but Maddie worries that they are going to attach themselves to Nathan and carry him off. The mosquitoes are huge. I can see her point.
The Twin Otter needed a new strut for the right front wheel before it was ever going to pass yearly, so I built a new one. Mark, the artist I told you about last time? He hauled all his welding gear over to the field and we spent two days drinking beers and arguing over the load bearing stress of the welds. But the Otter passed inspection, and Maddie hasn't crashed it yet, so I think I was right.
Nathan's eyes haven't darkened yet. Maddie thinks they will. I told her to not be ridiculous.
There's a guy down in the city who says he has a classic Indian. Next time I make the run I'm going to take a look. If he's not kidding, I already told Maddie I'm buying it.
That's all the news. Hope you are well.
Wish you wer
I hate you, Jean.
I really do.
I mean it.
Why aren't y