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myficsTitle: Pressure [Part 5 of the "Heal" series]
Paring: Eventual Seth/Ryan, all other canon-things.
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Word Count: 2,280 (this chapter)
Summary: A hypothetical fourth season, continuing all current storylines, with eventual Seth/Ryan.
Disclaimer: Me = Poor. Josh Schwartz = Both very ballsy and extremely rich. Note the difference.
Spoilers: For everything. Literally.
Notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dancinbutterfly for her help/beta on this chapter, and also for kick-starting my muse. Also, I'm writing this to prove that Seth/Ryan is still possible, now more than ever, so it'll continue ALL the storylines from the season 3 finale, meaning it does not focus TOTALLY on Ryan/Seth, though it mostly will. Please enjoy.
Part One can be found HERE
Part Two can be found HERE
Part Three can be found HERE
Part Four can be found HERE
'Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed
- "Brothers on a Hotel Bed" by Death Cab for Cutie
Summer stares at Luke, waiting for him to say something. It takes her a moment to realize that he hasn’t responded because he’s too busy wiping the water she just spit out off his shirt.
“Oh, sorry,” she says.
“It’s…it’s okay.”
“So why are you still here?”
“My father thought it would be a good idea for me to spend the summer with my mom and my brothers before college. I was coming back for Marissa’s funeral anyway, so…” he pauses, glancing around. “Where’s Cohen?”
“In bed with Ryan,” Summer snipes.
Luke laughs. “Well, can’t say I’m surprised…”
Summer slaps Luke on the arm. “Not in the mood for ‘Cohen’s a Queer’ jokes right now. They haven’t been funny since ninth grade anyway. I mean, he’s been like…” she pauses, looking up at him. “Never mind, I’m sure you don’t care about any of this.” She turns to leave.
“No, wait,” he grabs her arm. “Let’s go into the Crab Shack. Get some chili fries. I do care. Once upon a time, you and I were friends, you know. And Cohen did live with me for an entire summer. And do you know what I heard for an entire summer?”
“Him rambling about the differences between comic bookverse and movieverse?”
“No. How much he missed you. So come on. Let’s talk.”
Summer thinks about it for a minute, then follows him into the diner. Chili fries always were her greatest weakness anyway.
*
Sandy and Kirsten meet up at the address they were given for Dr. Abdel-Hadi. It’s a plain building, painted a bland white, and inside the carpet is green and the walls are red. It’s a bland place, nothing special. Dr. Abdel-Hadi comes in and greets them. She’s a tall woman with dark skin and deep brown eyes. Her smile is radiant and it puts Kirsten at ease.
“Hello,” the doctor says. “I’m Dr. Abdel-Hadi, but everyone just calls me Dr. D. Would you like to go into a room where we can talk?”
Kirsten nods, tightening her grip on Sandy’s hand, and the two of them follow the doctor to a dimly lit room, yet some how much more vibrant and full of life than the entire rest of the building. There are three chairs in the middle, and a desk off to one side. There are bookcases lining the walls, filled with books. Some are books about psychology, but others are completely unrelated. The The Lord of the Rings trilogy is there, and several others that Kirsten has heard Seth talk about. She and Sandy sit in the two chairs closest together and the doctor sits in the third.
“I understand you’re a recovering alcoholic, Kirsten,” the doctor says without preamble.
“Right to the point, huh?” Sandy says.
“Yes, I am.” She turns back to Kirsten. “And that there was a death recently…in the family?”
“Well…not really. I mean…she was my step-sister at one point, but before that she was just my neighbor’s daughter, then she dated my adoptive son, and he was with her when she died and…” she pauses, seeing the doctors face. “You’re not going to commit me, are you? I swear this is true.”
“I’ve heard worse,” the doctor says sagely.
“Well, I mean, I guess I would consider her a part of my family. Not a sister or a anything, but close. A…” she pauses looking for the right word. “I don’t know. A something. I guess that might be part of the stuff I need to figure out.”
“Kirsten, if I didn’t think you could benefit from therapy, I would tell you to go home and not waste your time. But I think I can help you if you’ll let me. Will you let me?”
Kirsten glances at Sandy and then down at the floor. She thinks about it long and hard, then meets the doctors eyes and says, “Yes.”
*
After making sure that Kirsten is comfortable with the new doctor, Sandy excuses himself so that they can talk in private and heads home. He decides to go check on Seth, but Seth isn’t outside the pool house in his constant vigil. Sandy looks inside the pool house and sees that Seth has finally gotten inside. He’s playing Playstation at the foot of the bed, and it looks like he’s talking, but from what Sandy can tell, Ryan is still that giant lump under the covers. Still, Sandy counts it as progress and heads inside to make some calls.
He wishes Ryan would talk to him because it would really be helpful if Ryan could give him some leads on where to find Volchok, but he can go about this the round about way, too. He makes some calls and has police all across the state looking for a van matching the one registered in Volchok’s name. He tries getting someone to look for him at the border or in Mexico, but his contacts don’t stretch that far, and if Volchok has already made it to Mexico, there isn’t much he can do but go there and try to convince him to do the right thing, and he doesn’t really think that would work on a guy like Volchok.
When he’s done, he sits down in the living room, turning on Judge Hatchett from the TiVo and waiting on Kirsten to get home. It’s a long time before she does, but when he sees her next, she’s smiling more than she has in months and she throws her arms around him.
“I love you,” she says. “I want you to know that.”
“I love you, too,” he responds, surprised by the sudden showing of affection.
“Thank you for saving me,” she says and walks away.
Sandy’s not sure what she means, but he knows that he hasn’t saved her. He’s been leaving that to the professionals—the doctors and therapists and rehabilitation people—instead of taking care of things himself, and what kind of husband is he if he can’t even take care of his own wife?
He hates that he can’t help her, that he just has to sit by and watch as other people do his job, as she falls apart and they put her back together. It kills him and he wants to scream, but that will only make things worse, so he just watches and smiles and plays the supportive yet incapable husband and hopes that everyone else can do the job he should be.
He’s determined to catch Marissa’s killer, because at least that he can do.
*
Kaitlin prances in front of her mirror, wearing the dress her mother bought her yesterday. It’s black and it’s sexy and it’s something Marissa would’ve worn. She always preferred the funky stuff compared to the fancy dresses, but her mom picked it out and when she said she didn’t think she liked it, her mom’s face fell, so Kaitlin had hurriedly tried it on and said that she’d been wrong, it was great, and her mom had such an eye for fashion.
She can’t take it, the way her mother looks at her like she’s got to be Marissa 2.0 now. She’s not Marissa and she’ll never be Marissa, and honestly, what was so great about Marissa anyway? Marissa’s dead now because she couldn’t stay away from that stupid Volchok guy, so clearly Marissa was chock-full of character flaws. Why on earth would anyone want her to be like that?
Marissa was weak. Kaitlin is strong. Marissa was ditzy. Kaitlin is smart. She’s way better than Marissa ever could be, so why is everyone looking to her to be the next Marissa Cooper? Sure, she wanted to rule Harbor, but she wanted to do it her way, not Marissa’s, because Marissa’s way involved a lot of giggling and acting like a vapid slut and she really didn’t want to do that.
She throws the dress off over her head, ripping it, but she doesn’t care. That dress screams “Marissa” and she wants to scream, “KAITLIN!” right back at it. Of course, the dress wouldn’t know she had screamed at it, being a dress and all, but it would make her feel better. So she does, and she screams nonsense until her mother comes running, and when her mom sees the dress crumpled on the floor and Kaitlin screaming at it from the other side of the room, she starts sobbing and runs out of the room, and Kaitlin sits down on her bed, choking back sobs.
She remembers when she was in the fourth grade, Marissa had brought Luke over. The two of them were sitting on the couch, kissing, and Kaitlin sat on the stairs, watching them. She held up Marissa’s stuffed Share Bear and asked it why some girls, like Marissa, got cute boyfriends to kiss and why all she got was a horse that wasn’t looking too healthy lately. The bear didn’t answer, but she continued to watch anyway. When Luke left, he spotted her on the stairs and ruffled her hair, telling her goodbye, but she didn’t really hear anything he said. She was too busy touching the spot he’d touched her in awe, vowing never to wash her hair again. Then she noticed that she was still clutching Share Bear, and realized that Luke must’ve thought it was hers, and God, wasn’t that embarrassing? If he’d known it was Marissa’s, he would’ve thought it was endearing, but on Kaitlin, it just looked baby-fied and and stupid. She had thrown the bear down the stairs and run up to her room, crying at the unfairness that once again, Marissa managed to look sophisticated and smart and Kaitlin had looked stupid and childish.
Now Kaitlin holds Share Bear and wishes that Marissa were back because as much as she doesn’t like her, Marissa took the pressure off of her. Marissa was good so she didn’t have to be. Now the spotlight’s on Kaitlin and she can’t take it.
She remembers pledging to scrape the mold off of herself, but she can’t even fathom how to begin.
*
Seth wakes up before Ryan does, and surprise surprise, Ryan snores while sleep-agonizing. Seth doesn’t really remember Ryan doing that that night the four of them shared a hotel on the way to TJ, but then, Ryan wasn’t agonizing over Marissa’s death then. He was sharing a bed with her, and that isn’t a good thing to think about at all, so Seth gets up and turns on the Playstation, leaning against the foot of the bed.
“Ryan, I’m going to talk until you listen, so you might as well wake up and get this over with. So. Summer probably hates me because I haven’t gone to see her since the funeral and only one time before that, but it’s okay because she’ll forgive me. My Cohen charm is powerful like that. And you know what’s weird? The third X-Men movie came out today, but I can wait for the DVD. You know how much the movieverse adaptations always suck. You don’t listen to music when you agonize. Are you aware of just how weird that is, Ryan? When I agonize, I like to have a nice soundtrack going. Like right now, I’d throw on some Death Cab. Fits the mood. Maybe ‘Brothers on a Hotel Bed’. Haha, get it, Ryan? Of course you don’t, you’re asleep, but if you were awake you would, and you would laugh. Right? Of course I’m right. So anyway, I’m thinking we need new games for this because Grand Theft Auto is starting to get boring and I’ve milked it for all the jokes its worth, and that definitely is a sign to move on because I can kick a joke horse until it’s got X’s for eyes.”
Seth glances at the bed and sees that Ryan-Lump has not moved and doesn’t seem to intend to.
“All right, fine, Ryan. I’m going to go take a shower in the house because I haven’t in like…days. Ah, the joys of agonizing, yes? But I will be back in a few minutes, and then we’re going to have a serious talk. Oh, who am I kidding, you’re going to shut me out and I’m going to sit here like a stubborn ass, but in theory, we’re going to talk.”
He leaves the pool house, making sure he brings his key because he’s not sure Ryan would let him back in otherwise.
*
Ryan wakes up to the sound of the pool house door shutting and Seth strolling away, whistling and shaking a key in his hand. The clock by his bed tells him that it’s 6:30 PM and he groans, wondering how on earth he could’ve slept that long. Considering that he hasn’t gotten up out of bed in almost two weeks except to go to Marissa’s funeral, he shouldn’t be that tired. Except he hasn’t really been sleeping. He’s been reliving that night over and over and tossing and turning and letting out silent screams as he fights a losing battle to keep it suppressed. But he didn’t dream about it last night. He just…slept. Just normal…sleep. It’s been so long since he’s done that that it’s nearly a foreign concept.
But he slept last night, and he actually feels rested today. He feels…better, some how. He’s not over it, and he doesn’t know if he ever will be, but he feels slightly better than he has since that night.
He sees Seth coming back from his shower through the windows and hurriedly throws the covers back over his head and pretends to be asleep.
He’s not sure why, but he can’t face Seth just yet.
I'm sorry the update took so long. On Friday I went to visit my mom and we went to see X3 and it was really late when we got back, and then on Saturday she dragged me to her boyfriend's daughter's graduation that was four hours long and...well, suffice to say, it was painful and believe me, I would've much rather have been writing this than that. :) I hope you like this chapter, please leave me a comment. I'm an attention whore and it pretty much just makes my life to get comments. :)
Paring: Eventual Seth/Ryan, all other canon-things.
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Word Count: 2,280 (this chapter)
Summary: A hypothetical fourth season, continuing all current storylines, with eventual Seth/Ryan.
Disclaimer: Me = Poor. Josh Schwartz = Both very ballsy and extremely rich. Note the difference.
Spoilers: For everything. Literally.
Notes: Thanks to
dancinbutterfly for her help/beta on this chapter, and also for kick-starting my muse. Also, I'm writing this to prove that Seth/Ryan is still possible, now more than ever, so it'll continue ALL the storylines from the season 3 finale, meaning it does not focus TOTALLY on Ryan/Seth, though it mostly will. Please enjoy.Part One can be found HERE
Part Two can be found HERE
Part Three can be found HERE
Part Four can be found HERE
'Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed
- "Brothers on a Hotel Bed" by Death Cab for Cutie
Summer stares at Luke, waiting for him to say something. It takes her a moment to realize that he hasn’t responded because he’s too busy wiping the water she just spit out off his shirt.
“Oh, sorry,” she says.
“It’s…it’s okay.”
“So why are you still here?”
“My father thought it would be a good idea for me to spend the summer with my mom and my brothers before college. I was coming back for Marissa’s funeral anyway, so…” he pauses, glancing around. “Where’s Cohen?”
“In bed with Ryan,” Summer snipes.
Luke laughs. “Well, can’t say I’m surprised…”
Summer slaps Luke on the arm. “Not in the mood for ‘Cohen’s a Queer’ jokes right now. They haven’t been funny since ninth grade anyway. I mean, he’s been like…” she pauses, looking up at him. “Never mind, I’m sure you don’t care about any of this.” She turns to leave.
“No, wait,” he grabs her arm. “Let’s go into the Crab Shack. Get some chili fries. I do care. Once upon a time, you and I were friends, you know. And Cohen did live with me for an entire summer. And do you know what I heard for an entire summer?”
“Him rambling about the differences between comic bookverse and movieverse?”
“No. How much he missed you. So come on. Let’s talk.”
Summer thinks about it for a minute, then follows him into the diner. Chili fries always were her greatest weakness anyway.
Sandy and Kirsten meet up at the address they were given for Dr. Abdel-Hadi. It’s a plain building, painted a bland white, and inside the carpet is green and the walls are red. It’s a bland place, nothing special. Dr. Abdel-Hadi comes in and greets them. She’s a tall woman with dark skin and deep brown eyes. Her smile is radiant and it puts Kirsten at ease.
“Hello,” the doctor says. “I’m Dr. Abdel-Hadi, but everyone just calls me Dr. D. Would you like to go into a room where we can talk?”
Kirsten nods, tightening her grip on Sandy’s hand, and the two of them follow the doctor to a dimly lit room, yet some how much more vibrant and full of life than the entire rest of the building. There are three chairs in the middle, and a desk off to one side. There are bookcases lining the walls, filled with books. Some are books about psychology, but others are completely unrelated. The The Lord of the Rings trilogy is there, and several others that Kirsten has heard Seth talk about. She and Sandy sit in the two chairs closest together and the doctor sits in the third.
“I understand you’re a recovering alcoholic, Kirsten,” the doctor says without preamble.
“Right to the point, huh?” Sandy says.
“Yes, I am.” She turns back to Kirsten. “And that there was a death recently…in the family?”
“Well…not really. I mean…she was my step-sister at one point, but before that she was just my neighbor’s daughter, then she dated my adoptive son, and he was with her when she died and…” she pauses, seeing the doctors face. “You’re not going to commit me, are you? I swear this is true.”
“I’ve heard worse,” the doctor says sagely.
“Well, I mean, I guess I would consider her a part of my family. Not a sister or a anything, but close. A…” she pauses looking for the right word. “I don’t know. A something. I guess that might be part of the stuff I need to figure out.”
“Kirsten, if I didn’t think you could benefit from therapy, I would tell you to go home and not waste your time. But I think I can help you if you’ll let me. Will you let me?”
Kirsten glances at Sandy and then down at the floor. She thinks about it long and hard, then meets the doctors eyes and says, “Yes.”
After making sure that Kirsten is comfortable with the new doctor, Sandy excuses himself so that they can talk in private and heads home. He decides to go check on Seth, but Seth isn’t outside the pool house in his constant vigil. Sandy looks inside the pool house and sees that Seth has finally gotten inside. He’s playing Playstation at the foot of the bed, and it looks like he’s talking, but from what Sandy can tell, Ryan is still that giant lump under the covers. Still, Sandy counts it as progress and heads inside to make some calls.
He wishes Ryan would talk to him because it would really be helpful if Ryan could give him some leads on where to find Volchok, but he can go about this the round about way, too. He makes some calls and has police all across the state looking for a van matching the one registered in Volchok’s name. He tries getting someone to look for him at the border or in Mexico, but his contacts don’t stretch that far, and if Volchok has already made it to Mexico, there isn’t much he can do but go there and try to convince him to do the right thing, and he doesn’t really think that would work on a guy like Volchok.
When he’s done, he sits down in the living room, turning on Judge Hatchett from the TiVo and waiting on Kirsten to get home. It’s a long time before she does, but when he sees her next, she’s smiling more than she has in months and she throws her arms around him.
“I love you,” she says. “I want you to know that.”
“I love you, too,” he responds, surprised by the sudden showing of affection.
“Thank you for saving me,” she says and walks away.
Sandy’s not sure what she means, but he knows that he hasn’t saved her. He’s been leaving that to the professionals—the doctors and therapists and rehabilitation people—instead of taking care of things himself, and what kind of husband is he if he can’t even take care of his own wife?
He hates that he can’t help her, that he just has to sit by and watch as other people do his job, as she falls apart and they put her back together. It kills him and he wants to scream, but that will only make things worse, so he just watches and smiles and plays the supportive yet incapable husband and hopes that everyone else can do the job he should be.
He’s determined to catch Marissa’s killer, because at least that he can do.
Kaitlin prances in front of her mirror, wearing the dress her mother bought her yesterday. It’s black and it’s sexy and it’s something Marissa would’ve worn. She always preferred the funky stuff compared to the fancy dresses, but her mom picked it out and when she said she didn’t think she liked it, her mom’s face fell, so Kaitlin had hurriedly tried it on and said that she’d been wrong, it was great, and her mom had such an eye for fashion.
She can’t take it, the way her mother looks at her like she’s got to be Marissa 2.0 now. She’s not Marissa and she’ll never be Marissa, and honestly, what was so great about Marissa anyway? Marissa’s dead now because she couldn’t stay away from that stupid Volchok guy, so clearly Marissa was chock-full of character flaws. Why on earth would anyone want her to be like that?
Marissa was weak. Kaitlin is strong. Marissa was ditzy. Kaitlin is smart. She’s way better than Marissa ever could be, so why is everyone looking to her to be the next Marissa Cooper? Sure, she wanted to rule Harbor, but she wanted to do it her way, not Marissa’s, because Marissa’s way involved a lot of giggling and acting like a vapid slut and she really didn’t want to do that.
She throws the dress off over her head, ripping it, but she doesn’t care. That dress screams “Marissa” and she wants to scream, “KAITLIN!” right back at it. Of course, the dress wouldn’t know she had screamed at it, being a dress and all, but it would make her feel better. So she does, and she screams nonsense until her mother comes running, and when her mom sees the dress crumpled on the floor and Kaitlin screaming at it from the other side of the room, she starts sobbing and runs out of the room, and Kaitlin sits down on her bed, choking back sobs.
She remembers when she was in the fourth grade, Marissa had brought Luke over. The two of them were sitting on the couch, kissing, and Kaitlin sat on the stairs, watching them. She held up Marissa’s stuffed Share Bear and asked it why some girls, like Marissa, got cute boyfriends to kiss and why all she got was a horse that wasn’t looking too healthy lately. The bear didn’t answer, but she continued to watch anyway. When Luke left, he spotted her on the stairs and ruffled her hair, telling her goodbye, but she didn’t really hear anything he said. She was too busy touching the spot he’d touched her in awe, vowing never to wash her hair again. Then she noticed that she was still clutching Share Bear, and realized that Luke must’ve thought it was hers, and God, wasn’t that embarrassing? If he’d known it was Marissa’s, he would’ve thought it was endearing, but on Kaitlin, it just looked baby-fied and and stupid. She had thrown the bear down the stairs and run up to her room, crying at the unfairness that once again, Marissa managed to look sophisticated and smart and Kaitlin had looked stupid and childish.
Now Kaitlin holds Share Bear and wishes that Marissa were back because as much as she doesn’t like her, Marissa took the pressure off of her. Marissa was good so she didn’t have to be. Now the spotlight’s on Kaitlin and she can’t take it.
She remembers pledging to scrape the mold off of herself, but she can’t even fathom how to begin.
Seth wakes up before Ryan does, and surprise surprise, Ryan snores while sleep-agonizing. Seth doesn’t really remember Ryan doing that that night the four of them shared a hotel on the way to TJ, but then, Ryan wasn’t agonizing over Marissa’s death then. He was sharing a bed with her, and that isn’t a good thing to think about at all, so Seth gets up and turns on the Playstation, leaning against the foot of the bed.
“Ryan, I’m going to talk until you listen, so you might as well wake up and get this over with. So. Summer probably hates me because I haven’t gone to see her since the funeral and only one time before that, but it’s okay because she’ll forgive me. My Cohen charm is powerful like that. And you know what’s weird? The third X-Men movie came out today, but I can wait for the DVD. You know how much the movieverse adaptations always suck. You don’t listen to music when you agonize. Are you aware of just how weird that is, Ryan? When I agonize, I like to have a nice soundtrack going. Like right now, I’d throw on some Death Cab. Fits the mood. Maybe ‘Brothers on a Hotel Bed’. Haha, get it, Ryan? Of course you don’t, you’re asleep, but if you were awake you would, and you would laugh. Right? Of course I’m right. So anyway, I’m thinking we need new games for this because Grand Theft Auto is starting to get boring and I’ve milked it for all the jokes its worth, and that definitely is a sign to move on because I can kick a joke horse until it’s got X’s for eyes.”
Seth glances at the bed and sees that Ryan-Lump has not moved and doesn’t seem to intend to.
“All right, fine, Ryan. I’m going to go take a shower in the house because I haven’t in like…days. Ah, the joys of agonizing, yes? But I will be back in a few minutes, and then we’re going to have a serious talk. Oh, who am I kidding, you’re going to shut me out and I’m going to sit here like a stubborn ass, but in theory, we’re going to talk.”
He leaves the pool house, making sure he brings his key because he’s not sure Ryan would let him back in otherwise.
Ryan wakes up to the sound of the pool house door shutting and Seth strolling away, whistling and shaking a key in his hand. The clock by his bed tells him that it’s 6:30 PM and he groans, wondering how on earth he could’ve slept that long. Considering that he hasn’t gotten up out of bed in almost two weeks except to go to Marissa’s funeral, he shouldn’t be that tired. Except he hasn’t really been sleeping. He’s been reliving that night over and over and tossing and turning and letting out silent screams as he fights a losing battle to keep it suppressed. But he didn’t dream about it last night. He just…slept. Just normal…sleep. It’s been so long since he’s done that that it’s nearly a foreign concept.
But he slept last night, and he actually feels rested today. He feels…better, some how. He’s not over it, and he doesn’t know if he ever will be, but he feels slightly better than he has since that night.
He sees Seth coming back from his shower through the windows and hurriedly throws the covers back over his head and pretends to be asleep.
He’s not sure why, but he can’t face Seth just yet.
I'm sorry the update took so long. On Friday I went to visit my mom and we went to see X3 and it was really late when we got back, and then on Saturday she dragged me to her boyfriend's daughter's graduation that was four hours long and...well, suffice to say, it was painful and believe me, I would've much rather have been writing this than that. :) I hope you like this chapter, please leave me a comment. I'm an attention whore and it pretty much just makes my life to get comments. :)
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Date: 2006-05-29 02:14 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-29 02:26 am (UTC)K
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Date: 2006-05-29 02:29 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2006-05-29 03:11 am (UTC)Really in love with this. :)
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Date: 2006-05-29 05:31 am (UTC)I particularly like how you've written Kaitlyn because I think it's very true to form.
Bring on the Seth/Ryan!
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Date: 2006-05-29 05:35 am (UTC)I'm so glad you like this! ♥
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Date: 2006-05-29 05:51 am (UTC)Things I liked in this chapter:
Yay, Luke! I love it when people bring Luke back. I wish he'd never left the show.
I'm glad that Ryan's feeling better, and maybe soon he'll be feeling up to facing Seth (Seth is kind of overwhelming at times, though, isn't he?).
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Date: 2006-05-29 05:53 am (UTC)HURRAH LUKE! I miss Luke. *pets him* He was so awesome. *loves*
I'm glad you enjoyed! ♥
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Date: 2006-05-29 11:07 am (UTC)I can't say how much I'm enjoying this. At this rate, I'll have no need for season4.
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Date: 2006-05-29 05:19 pm (UTC)Anyway, well done, can't wait for the next update.
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Date: 2006-05-29 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-31 02:20 pm (UTC)Anyway, I have two in a round to reed.
About this one, well, I really liked the Kirsten/Sandy thin (i Love them) and Seth's ramble is perfect as always.
I'm going to read the other part. Keep writing, darling.
*loves*
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Date: 2006-05-31 02:50 pm (UTC)Come on Ryan, talk to your Seth. It's time, babe!
Yay for Kirsten getting help. I just wish Sandy didn't think he was so inadequate. What sucks is sometimes you really need someone on the outside to help in situations like this. Someone who isn't emotionally invested. Sandy just can't see that. He sees Kirsten's need for therapy as his own personal failure. Just not true at all.
Great chapter hon. And what in the world are we gonna do with Kaitlin?
And what's this with Luke? Is something interesting going to happen?
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Date: 2006-05-31 10:10 pm (UTC)Heeheehee, I am so your attention whore. *snuggles*
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Date: 2006-07-04 10:36 am (UTC)You are genius, my dear. Pure genius.
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Date: 2006-07-04 03:05 pm (UTC)Thank you! :-D