Attempting to read Ashes to Ashes smut and a thought occurs to me...
My inner angst whore wants so badly to read a sexy but slow boiling Ashes fic where Alex and Gene do eventually find themselves crossing that professional line but that inevitably, tragically ends how it would have to. Imagine, just when Alex is comfortable in her yesterday world and found an odd sort of happiness in accepting her new fate, she discovers a way home to her daughter Molly. Imagine the moment she realizes she has to say goodbye. What would that scene be like? Oh, the angst is sooo good.
She wakes to a tearful and joyous reunion with Molly and dives back into normal life as best she can. But she's left aimless, restless and missing something, someone. She knows what it is, who it is but refuses to face it. Until one day she finds her way back to a familiar building, a precinct. It's been remodelled, modernized. What was once his office is now a wall of files and strangers work dutifully at desks neatly spaced throughout the overly organized space. A gruff voice sounds from down a hall followed by some hearty chuckles of a crowd of young trainees who gather just outside the door. A tall man, commanding figure, navigates between his sea of followers and sends the double doors swinging wide with a push. He struts into the room with the swagger of John Wayne and intensity of Clint Eastwood and there is little doubt who he is. He's aged, of course, character rich lines darken his features and his once sandy blond hair had greyed but still seemed to defy gravity with every stride. He's thinner than she remembers but still powerful, his confidence and strength shining through in his stubborn pout and striking eyes. Even his dress had changed to reflect the times but with one defiant touch of flare, still wearing the leather driving gloves.
Gah! I want to read this story but I don't want to write it. Why do I always come up with endings? I can write endings, its the rest of the story I suck at. Seriously, most of my unfinished fics... I have endings for them. Its the rest of the pages I can't fill. Now I'm even more frustrated.
Where's the Tylenol? I'm going to bed, dang it!