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FIC: "Choices," 8/?, R/NC17, W/R R/G W/f

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  • fyrdrakken@JUNO.COM
    DISCLAIMERS REPOSTED IN PART 0 * * * Time passed, as it is so apt to do. Cissy got more and more swollen, and more and more cranky with her husband. Logan
    Message 1 of 1 , Jul 17, 2001
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      DISCLAIMERS REPOSTED IN PART 0

      * * *

      Time passed, as it is so apt to do.

      Cissy got more and more swollen, and more and more cranky with her
      husband. Logan viewed the transformation with a certain alarm — not only
      had the hot and cold running sex dried up completely, but merely being in
      Ciss’s presence seemed to trigger an argument nowadays.

      He still hadn’t quite figured out how to react on the occasions when mere
      words weren’t enough to express her ire. He cautiously ascribed it to the
      unusual stresses brought on by pregnancy, and naively hoped that after
      the baby arrived things could revert to the reasonably comfortable way
      they had been before the wedding.

      He also kept the habit of wandering off on random evenings. He didn’t
      fling his infidelities in his wife’s face anymore, but she knew what he
      was doing anyway. Logan realized that it upset her — but then, in recent
      months *everything* upset her, and sometimes he just had to escape for a
      few hours.

      ** *

      It was on returning from another of these little sabbaticals that Logan
      cautiously entered their shared quarters and found them empty. No Cicely.

      [It can’t be time already — can it?]

      Marginally bothered by the fact that he wasn’t even sure when his wife’s
      due date was — or more specifically, how close to it whatever day today
      was might happen to be — Logan wandered down to the lower levels. Just
      within earshot of the Medlab, which was quite close enough for him. The
      fuss going on within seemed to confirm his suspicions.

      [Better make a clean getaway before someone spots me and tries to drag me
      in there,] he figured, slipping back up to the ground floor and out of
      the mansion.

      [A day or two ought to be long enough to get it all over with,] he mused,
      leaving the school grounds again.

      ** *


      FyrDrakken
      She Whose Quotations Are Both Exotic and Appropriate
      Keeper of his Deadly Startle Reflexes, Guardian and Examiner of the
      Adamantium-Revealing X-Rays, and Official Listener for the Occasional
      Aussie Vowels

      "Mind walking through here, sir?"
      "What if I say yes?"
      "Then we shoot you with a taser and have your internal cavities searched
      by surgeons. Sometimes they're all f#$%ed up on crack when they do the
      searches."
      "I'm walking."
      -- A nameless security guard and Spider Jerusalem, TRANSMETROPOLITAN
      #21, by Warren Ellis
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