A/N: A continuation of a certain entry in the Charloft. In which Ida has to find a way to break to Mark a certain bit of news.

Five

"So what will it be---a blue or a pink blanket?"

Mark looked up from the program he was writing. "Blue of course. Or whatever Neil wants."

Ida laughed and shook her head. "Not for Neil," she said, moving to sit on the ( Read more... )

"Do this, do that, DON'T do this....am I glad to see an end to it," Lize thought as she stepped on the brakes of her car. She glanced over her shoulder at the two small girls sleeping in the backseat. "We're here already!" she said in a stage whisper.

Elise opened her eyes drowsily. "Where are we Mamma?"

"Your Tita Ida's place," Lize said. "Wake up ( Read more... )

A/N: An examination of Ida and Mark's relationship, from Ida's POV. Inspired by a song on the Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack

It Is Written

Contrary to what everyone thinks, my first meeting with Mark was not in February of 2008. Our paths had crossed time and again before that; it was inevitable in that small neighborhood where we went to school. San ( Read more... )

A/N: More pairing story. Ida/Mark this time

Sway

"Exactly why did you take up ballroom dance again?"

"It was required in school. I had no choice in the matter."

Mark shook his head as he held his partner's hands. "Now thanks to our boasting, we're supposed to do this exhibition. How again?"

Ida gritted her teeth. "You lead. I follow. We know the ( Read more... )

A/N: A short bit

Aftermath

"In hindsight, maybe we should have made plans for Valentine's Day."

Ida rolled her eyes as she grabbed a pillow back from Mark. "You honestly think that would have happened---what with the girls' parent-teacher conference, Dan having a game, and taking care of Neil around the clock? Not to mention work---"

Mark stopped her ( Read more... )

Something funny. In which Marce could have chosen a better time to get back to the dorm she shares with Ida.

TLC

The screams and protests from Room 1502 were quite unnerving to most of the denizens of the Sales Avenue Tower that afternoon. It was only natural that Marce would be more than concerned when she came up to this room, only to find it ( Read more... )

A/N: Exploring the psychic aspect of my writing. Ida may be 'as blind as a dingbat', but that doesn't mean she's completely unaware of her surroundings.

Set in 2008. And how I wish that this incident was purely fictional!

Other Ways of Seeing
Ida had been nine years old when she had her first pair of glasses. "The docs said that those would help ( Read more... )

A/N: Written after several years of putting this off. So Cierratweek and I have been amused time and again by the antics of Ethan Zamora. But such a horrible character must have had his origins, right? Here they are. Possibly a one-shot unless anyone wants to know what else Ethan is capable of

The Corruption of Ethan Zamora

The ( Read more... )