Title: The Not-So-Secret Interior Life of the Scientific Moose
Genre/Pairing: J2 RPS AU
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Word count: ~27,000
Warnings: Vaguely-described lab work. A shocking lack of actual couplehood. Chad Michael Murray.
Disclaimer: Lies and falsehoods as regards certain actors and their friends, acquaintances, and lives. A lot of the setting actually exists, tho.
Summary: Jared's a scientist in training (second year grad student, immunology) and the artist for his and Chad's web comic (black and white, two new pages every week), and he feels as if he spends most of his life on one or the other. (And sometimes, when he's drawing or inking comic pages in the lab, both.) The only things keeping him sane are his friends (most of the time), his dogs, and the friendly, amused voice of an overnight DJ named Jensen Ross.
Thanks and gratitudes:
locknkey for taking the firstiest of first drafts, making suggestions, giggling at the silly bits, and then helping me turn it into a better fic (even if I did ignore most of her punctuation edits...)
usarechan for her beautiful art -
go see!
crotalus-atrox for answering questions about academic science, sending me illustrative photos and vids, and generally putting up with my pestering. Her info was accurate. The mistakes (and vagueness) are mine.
beadslut for helping me try and figure out where and what the conflict is and how Jared and Jensen could meet, and for anticipatory squee (and also for introducing me to the concept of Kinnearing)
thistle-dear for the name of the comic shop
wrenlet for reassuring me that my silly ideas were actually kind of cute, and for Jared's Texas-shaped waffle maker
dear-tiger for encouragement, helping me figure out a title, and (indirectly) crazy Dr F
paleogymnast and
slightlysatanic (the mods) and everyone else at
omgspnbigbang for general pompom shaking and basically reminding me that I'm not the only crazy person here
wendy and
thehighwaywoman for another year of cheerful, organized modding
My flist for answering (or at least trying to) my utterly random context-less questions
And the friendly, helpful staff (and occasional customer) at Million Year Picnic in Cambridge, MA, for all the years of selling me comics, recommending me comics, and chatting about things that are (and aren't) comics
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Part Three |
Part Four |
Part FivePDF |
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