Epic Fic Post
We have some really long ongoing fics in the kinkmeme, and I thought it might be nice if we had a seperate place to keep track of them all. Any fics over 20-30ish chapters and spawning two or more memes should have links to at least the first post on each meme here. Ideally, I'd want links to every individual story thread with something saying
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She can tell he’s winding down, getting to the part about how he has her best interests in mind, but before he gets a chance, Sally appears in the doorway, wearing a nightgown and a scowl. “Go to your room, Laurie,” she says, and Laurie complies, slamming the door and collapsing onto the bed, tears brimming in her eyes. It's not long before shouting echoes through the house, snippets of it reaching her ears.
“-- needs to get her head out of the clouds, damnit!”
“She’s still a child, and --”
She's torn between not wanting to hear this and dying to know what they're saying about her. Finally the curiosity wins out, and she creeps out into the hall.
“-- changed since we were kids. You separated me from my friends, from people I cared about, and you will not do the same to my child!”
“Your child is living in my house and she will do as I say!”
“What the hell do you think you're doing?”
The response is muffled, but Sally's “You will not!” is clear as day. At the sound of a scuffle, Laurie retreats back into her room, curling up on the bed, back pressed to the headboard, knees hugged to her chest. She feels numb and exhausted, mined buzzing blankly, watching with mild, detached interest as tears fall on to her dress, little dark blue splotches spreading on the fabric. She begins to drift, and has just about fallen into a fitful sleep when the door opens nearly an hour later. She startles back to full awareness as Sally crawls onto the bed beside her, holding the notebooks.
“He ripped out a few pages before I could stop him, but I think I taped them back in the right order,” she says, passing them over. Laurie flips through and nods listlessly, sniffling, and then she’s sobbing into her mother’s shoulder. Sally holds her, stroking her hair gently. When she’s calmed down, she says softly, “He really is trying to look out for you. He just doesn't know he's doing it all wrong.”
“It's not fair,” Laurie sniffs, hating the childishness, but unable to help it.
It is unfair. Unreasonable, too, and she's already told Larry that. To Laurie, she says, “Don't let him tell you who you can be friends with. Dan and Walter are good boys. He'd know that if he bothered to get to know them.”
Something in her voice makes Laurie look up. “Like Eddie was a good boy?”
Sally chuckles softly. “Yes, I suppose so.”
“Why doesn't Dad like him?” She's not sure why she's asking this now, but somehow it seems to fit.
Sally smiles wistfully. “I'll tell you when you're older.” It’s an answer Laurie hates, but she knows that’s all she’ll get out of her mother on the subject.
They talk well into the night, and by the time Sally gets up and returns to her own room, Laurie is fast asleep on the bed beside her.
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And Larry. Seriously, if I ever write a book about parenting adolescents, one whole chapter would be DO NOT GO THROUGH THEIR STUFF, THEY WILL NEVER EVER EVER TRUST YOU AGAIN. EVER. AND THEY'LL BE ALL PISSED IN THE FIRST PLACE. This is actually the first part of this I've read, since I'm one of those hypocrites who writes epics but doesn't read other people's until they're done, but it's very good.
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