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Seren_CCD:
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, maybe find a creative alternative?)
(crossovers are permitted)
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"I know you," Emma said to another woman in a bar a dozen miles down the road from Storybrooke's border.
"Is that so?" Joan asked, not turning her head. At least she sounds sober, unlike a lot of the people who use that line on me on the rare occassion I'm in a bar.
"You came with your family, and I was one of the kids hoping to be fostered or adopted - and then you left."
Joan turned and looked at her. "You're right," recognizing her. "We didn't get anyone - we left because my grandmother had just died."
"Oh. Sorry. That sucks."
"Yeah," Joan agreed. "Have a seat," and Emma did. "So, almost-sis, did you do good without us?"
Emma smiled. "Yeah, I think so. Fell in love, had a great job," even if both of those eventually came to an end - the job because of Henry walking through my door on my birthday. "You ( ... )
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HAHA. OMG. So Watson.
This was beautiful and brilliant and I could see it as canon. I love it. :)
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