Danny Zuko Timestamps: Eight Years After

Title: Danny Zuko Timestamps: Eight Years After

Author: Alsike

Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over

Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss

Rating: NC-17 (yes indeed)

AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.

Word Count: ~1600

Apologies: This was really honestly absolutely a shit week.  First classes starting, fine, excessive meetings about planning, getting semi-bullied into seminars and reading groups, and probably a DnD campaign that will be very bad for my academic career.  And then I got sick.  Did I get a cold?  Yes.  Did I also vomit my guts out?  Yes.  How is it fair to get a cold and a flu bug at the same time?  :(  And I suck at having a roommate.  And I'm still hacking.  But Old Irish is kind of awesome.  So that's okay at least.  And I was muddling around trying to read Chomsky when a song came on and an image of Emily (the canon one, when she's been gutted by life yet again) came with it, and I was like 'fic! I want to write fic!'  So I edited this bit.  I really don't have any sense of how it flows, so I hope it's okay.  It was also inspired by a Cyndi Lauper song, so it really shouldn't have turned out this angsty.  But it did.  ANGST.
 

 

( And did you see the new guy who moved in down the hall? Mike or Michael or something. But *British,* and *eyeliner.* )

Danny Zuko Timestamps: Eight Years After

Title: Danny Zuko Timestamps: Eight Years After

Author: Alsike

Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over

Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss

Rating: NC-17 (yes indeed)

AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.

Word Count: ~1600

Apologies: This was really honestly absolutely a shit week.  First classes starting, fine, excessive meetings about planning, getting semi-bullied into seminars and reading groups, and probably a DnD campaign that will be very bad for my academic career.  And then I got sick.  Did I get a cold?  Yes.  Did I also vomit my guts out?  Yes.  How is it fair to get a cold and a flu bug at the same time?  :(  And I suck at having a roommate.  And I'm still hacking.  But Old Irish is kind of awesome.  So that's okay at least.  And I was muddling around trying to read Chomsky when a song came on and an image of Emily (the canon one, when she's been gutted by life yet again) came with it, and I was like 'fic! I want to write fic!'  So I edited this bit.  I really don't have any sense of how it flows, so I hope it's okay.  It was also inspired by a Cyndi Lauper song, so it really shouldn't have turned out this angsty.  But it did.  ANGST.
 

 

( And did you see the new guy who moved in down the hall? Mike or Michael or something. But *British,* and *eyeliner.* )