So maybe true love did exist; maybe her cynical heart was wrong.
Thank you to LizParker6 for being my wonderful beta!!
(FUTUREFIC) The thing is, you are not your father. You are mad-cow Scofield, at best when flying by the seat of his pants.
This is fluffy futurefic, extremely speculative. Please skip if this is not your thing. Thanks.
When it is finally over, in a quiet house, he lies in his bed with his wife.
I told him I'd never talked to her, that she'd kept largely to herself. That she was virtually a stranger to me. I was relaxed but non-committal. Oh, all the little things I could've told him, all the small, inconsequential things.
Michael hears the sound of the front door open and close gently. His mind is suddenly on full alert and awake to his surroundings. In the distance, he can hear the clunking sound of shoes being kicked off and most likely left in the hallway. Then, ever so softly, he hears footsteps as they make their way towards the bedroom.
Everything looks different by candlelight. Set in the Full Circle universe, but you don't really need to read all those hundreds of thousands of words before you read this one. Written at the urging of scribblecat to help me get back on the horse, so to speak, God love her. She gave me two different prompts - lather and black out. I took the liberty of combing them *and* using the Australian transation of the second one, which means something quite different to passing out. For the lovely people who have been waiting for me to update "The Right Road" (and can't read locked posts on my LJ), the delay has been due to Real Life being very unkind on the family side of things for me over the last three months, and I thank you for your patience.
