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[milfweed]

The weather kept Nancy in the Compound most of the time these days. She wasn't really sure what to do with herself. Mostly, she read romance novels and made brownies (the normal sort) and kept the coffee brewing. She thought about asking someone to teach her to play the piano (she could remember very little from the year of lessons she took as a

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[wayward_dad]

John had been doing a hell of a lot of reading lately. Well, a hell of a lot of reading when he wasn't busy making really shitty coffee or hiding from everyone. He mostly did the latter, though in the past few days he had been more visible.

Two days ago the bookshelf had given him a copy of Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment. While he'd looked at the title and snorted derisively when it had, John had walked off with the book just the same. It took him a few hours off and on to read it. For a guy who studied Latin and all sorts of ancient cultural aspects as part of the job, it sure was hard to read a book shock full of long, unwieldy Russian names

[milfweed]

Nancy heard the clatter of the book behind her, and she turned. Her hands, holding the coffee cup, were trembling, and coffee sloshed out and burned her skin slightly.

For a split second when she saw him, after looking at the movie - but no, it was John.

Her cheeks went pink, and behind her, she heard herself moan. John still seemed to be frozen, and she could imagine what he was seeing.

"I - I - " she stammered.

[wayward_dad]

Although she was standing right damned in front of him, John didn't see Nancy at first. He was so intent on staring at the screen that he couldn't focus on anything else. It felt like the walls were closing in around him, like he couldn't breathe. There was an uncomfortable twisting in his stomach; he shouldn't be watching this. That up there, that wasn't him, though it damned well looked like it -- when he took the time to shave. He did clean up well, though John knew that man wasn't him. It had to be an island trick of some kind, a trick of the cruelest damned sort.

Nancy's stammering broke into his thoughts. Wrenching his gaze away from the screen, John stared down at her, his head shaking almost imperceptibly.

[milfweed]

"I don't know how that got here," Nancy whispered. She could hardly look at him, not at those eyes, not right now.

From behind her, she heard Judah's voice rasping, "I love you."

She winced. "I should... try to turn it off..."

[unchosen_son]

Sam's jaw had pretty much hit the floor a while ago and he felt like his breakfast was coming back to haunt him and he faltered, slamming a hand against the nearest wall to hold me up. "What...is going on?" he managed, a little paler than before.

[milfweed]

The voice jolted Nancy back to reality, and she turned her head to see the unfamiliar man who looked... well, horrified.

Her face went from pale to bright pink. "Oh god, I'm sorry," she stammered. "I don't know how - this shouldn't - " Her eyes darted to the projector, trying to see how to turn the damn thing off.

[unchosen_son]

Sam was breathing in hard and it wasn't that he and his Dad had ever gotten along, but he'd always thought...well, he'd always built up this idea of his Dad and his Mom in his head and he probably looked like someone had sacrificed his puppy as he stared at the woman. "What is this?"

[milfweed]

"It's a... home movie," Nancy said, taking a deep breath as her cheeks burned furiously. "And it shouldn't be here." She skittered forward and dropped to her knees, trying to figure out how to turn the damn thing off.

Interspersed with her own moans, she heard Judah's low voice rasping, "I love you," and Nancy had to blink back tears.

Finally, it was mercifully silent. Off. The screen blank. She sank back on her heels, looking drained.

[iwakeup]

"Wow."

I guess I'm staring. I'm guess I'm staring, and I know I really shouldn't be, but it's right there and it's hard not to. I swallow what I'm eating, and then I guess I'm blushing too.

"Wow. Sorry."

I turn my back and look at the ceiling.
Jesus.

[milfweed]

The voice jolted Nancy back to reality, and when she turned to see the guy behind her - christ, just a kid! - she made a small, squeaky sound.

Then she skittered towards the projector, kneeling and trying to figure out how to turn the damn thing off. Her cheeks burned as she heard herself moan, but then it was blessfully quiet.

She looked up, grateful to see the blank screen.

Rocking back on her heels, she crumpled to the ground and let her head fall into her hands.

[iwakeup]

"Oh, Jesus. I didn't see anything. I swear."

I drop down into a crouch, slightly awkward because, fuck, my one leg still hurts sometimes, especially in this cold.

I put my hand out and touch her kind of tentatively on the shoulder.

"Sorry."

[milfweed]

"No, it's not that..." Nancy shook her head, blinking back tears. "I just don't know how that got here, it shouldn't be here, and that's..." She couldn't watch the thing without crying anyway, god she hated Judah sometimes for dying.

[captainjack]

Jack knew that sound. One of them, anyhow. He also knew the familiar whirring of the projector, and nothing could pull him from the kitchen into the rec room like porn. Except...that? Wasn't porn. That was Nancy, and that was Nancy, too, and what was on the screen was way too intimate to be porn.

"Nancy?" he asked softly. Maybe she wanted to watch it...but the way she had paled told him that wasn't the case.

[milfweed]

She was almost relieved that it was Jack who came upon her. It was enough to cause her to not go into hysterics anyway, and she managed to say, her voice a little strangled, "I don't suppose you know how to turn this thing off?"

She heard herself moan. Jonah's voice: "I love you."

[captainjack]

Half a grin and a slow nod and Jack walked over to the projector. He reached for the switch...but it was already in the Off position. He looked at the screen, then the projector, then her.

"Did it turn itself on?" he asked, spinning the volume to 0. At least that worked.

[milfweed]

"Yeah, I heard it playing just before I walked in, that's just..."

She couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen. God, it was just so... part of her wanted to cry, another wanted to run and hide out of humiliation. And then there was the part that hadn't had sex in months.

She winced as her breasts came into view. "You seem to have a knack for catching me at my best, Jack."