2 and 3. I'm not happy with the way the story wibbles towards an ending, but I should have a draft, and enough clarity about what's happening for an artist to work with, even if I'm still working hard on the last 20%.
Wincing at the annoying bright chirp the machine gave when it was done - she idly wondered if she could reprogram that - Ruby gathered the readouts and moved to the medico's desk to study them.
Well, that was one question out of the way. This was not a Skinster or a person with surgically altered features, or anything else she had feared. This was the direct genetic descendant of Mary Francis Campbell and James Henry Winchester, and he was 23 years old.
This was Sam Winchester, all right.
(I know it seems I got the name wrong. I have not. It IS explained, please trust me.)
5 and 5. Having trouble getting the words out, and I don't know if I want to continue with this particular fic or start from scratch - its fighting me every step of the way. Hopefully, I'll be able to pull it all together.
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Wincing at the annoying bright chirp the machine gave when it was done - she idly wondered if she could reprogram that - Ruby gathered the readouts and moved to the medico's desk to study them.
Well, that was one question out of the way. This was not a Skinster or a person with surgically altered features, or anything else she had feared. This was the direct genetic descendant of Mary Francis Campbell and James Henry Winchester, and he was 23 years old.
This was Sam Winchester, all right.
(I know it seems I got the name wrong. I have not. It IS explained, please trust me.)
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fingers still crossed!
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