3622Fic: Whisky in the Blood 0/8 (notes and prelude), R
- Oct 2, 2001Title: Whiskey in the Blood
Genre: Elseworlds, 1st person POV--Kitty, drama
Author: Shaz Nolan (ladycyke@...)
Rating: R for some language, sexual mention and underage whiskey.
Archive: if you've got my other stuff, put this along them (and lists, duh).
Disclaimers: Bite me, I'm Irish. I don't own any of these characters, nor
their original universe, nor the Elseworlds concept (its a DC thing. go
DC!), but it took some raw creativity to mix everyone up and still keep some
of what we know about the X-Men universe intact. so sot off.
Thanks: to Jenn, Donna, the Nolan clan and Denis Leary. Not that he's
reading this, and if he was, that'd ROCK. *g*
Feedback: can be given, but if ye've only negativity, I invite ye to speak
to me dear friends George Carlin and Denis Leary. they're even ruder than I
am, and utterly more lapsed than I could dream of being.
A/N #1: I namedrop like crazy here. If you haven't read the comics, you may
wonder if I'm insane with all these *people* I mention as you try to take
notes (hell, comic readers may too). Well, okay, I probably am insane, but
that doesn't explain why I did it. Call it a fetish to show the links
between all the characters still in canon, even after I take them on in this
Elseworlds. Family is important, and that. So... therefore I'll prolly
throw an appendix up on my site to give a quick ID to all the names. Ease
the confusion, as it were. (Would it be comforting to know that I have notes
on this story that I took for my own ref?)
A/N #2: This piece, like anything I seem to take on that takes place in the
past, is riddled with history. Sorry if I accidentally leave you in the
dust-- I'm a history major (and will be 'til I cave in and finally finish
that particular degree), so it kinda comes with the territory. No offense
is intended to any party or group mentioned in this fic, and even though I'm
not using ALL the vernacular that, for example, Southerners use, I'm not
changing how society was for the sake of squeamishness. There may be some
errors, some theological, some historical, some neither of that, but hey,
this is fic, and they're oversights-- or intentional. This is a world with
these characters, it's gonna be different from what history books teach
anyways... not that one should ever take those as the final word.
Also, no religious offense intended. There's a lot of Catholicism going on
here, it's not meant to affront, and yes, there's tension. Without that, as
they say, they story wouldn't be as interesting....
A twist of time, the dabbling of history to embolden the alternate worlds
that have never existed... and nary a character to spot that's not drawn out
of Marvel. There are no powers here, and though some of these people are
not connected like they are in the universe where a Senator from Florida
named Kelly can run for president and cloning is the name of the game when
it comes to more Sinister deeds, you have to wonder what would happen if
they were in an Elseworld...
Westchester, New York; 7 December 1843
"Dearest Katherine and family,
"I realise this will take a while to get across the sea to you, but with my
good tidings, I hope the tardiness may be forgiven.
"In the box enclosed you may find emigration papers for yourself, Mary
Katherine, Margaret and Laurence, along with a note I have taken out with
the New York branch of the Royal Bank against my lands back in Kilkenny.
Trade it for passage on a charter to America and join me here to live in
what I feel to be a far safer climate for you and the kits. I worry about
the lot of you since the unfortunate passing of my brother and would like
nothing better than to make sure his family is healthy and happy.
"I hope to see you soon at the shore of Liberty.
[cont'd in part 1]
"To touch is to heal
To hurt is to steal
If you want to kiss the sky
Better learn how to kneel" --"Mysterious Ways," U2