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Title: Of Mice and Men
Fandoms: Castle, Fables
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Fantasy, Humor, Romance
Warnings: Slash, genre!crack, AU, crack, unsolicited crossover, fairy tales, talking animals, author insanity, shades of "omfg what did I just write?", unbetad.
Characters/Pairings: Castle—Javier Esposito/Kevin Ryan. Fables—Bigby Wolf, Reynard, Frau Totenkinder, Rose Red, Clara, Bagheera, Stinky, others.
Wordcount: 2,025
Chapter Two: Fish, Ponds, and Things of That Sort
(Which concerns a long-overdue reunion wherein awkwardness is mostly a matter of scale.)
Long ago, a friend in Fabletown had given him some advice for learning to blend in amongst the Mundanes: "Don't pretend to be who you're supposed to be, be who you're supposed to be."
More specifically, she had suggested he use the new false name that they had given him as often as he could—in his own head whenever possible. It had helped, and after a while when he introduced himself as Arthur LeSouris, even if it hadn't really been the truth, it had stopped feeling like a lie. It was like the old saying that clothes made the man. Over the last seventy years, slipping on a new name and identity had come to feel a bit like slipping on a new suit: uncomfortable at first, but everything fit better once you had a chance to break it in. A name was only ever just a name if you didn't believe it...
As he measured things, Kevin Ryan wasn't someone he pretended to be, and hadn't been for a long time.
The isolated little patch of forest seemed such an unlikely place for that man to be, yet there he was all the same. He had taken off his jacket to lay on letting his limbs stretch out loosely, his back and shoulders resting against the low stonework wall that wound its way through the trees. Almost prone, his arm rested easily on top of it, and once more he was struck by an strange moment of dissonance. Having been the way he was for so long, most days he never even thought about it. Now that he was back, however, it suddenly felt so odd to think about how the wall he had once looked up at during his patrols every day was probably no taller than the coffee table in his apartment.
Further driving it home was his cousin's presence mere inches away—inches that once wouldn't have seemed 'mere' at all.
Despite the numerous differences in temperament that had always contrasted them like day an night, the family resemblance between he and his cousin had once been striking. Now they no longer had even species in common and, even half-lying as Kevin was, Twigleaf, perched atop the wall that divided Smalltown's territory from the rest of the Farm, still fell short of meeting his eye.
And he did wish his cousin could be convinced he didn't need to shout. It wasn't necessary—he was human, he wasn't deaf—and it made it very difficult to gauge how upset he actually was.
"—haven't heard anything from you in ages! All anyone could tell me was that you were still playing cops-and-robbers out in the Mundy. I almost couldn't get a hold of you at all!"
"I know, Twig, I'm sorry. I just..."
Kevin trailed off helplessly. It was difficult for him to put into words. The emotions there were...complicated.
He had known going into it that his tenure as sheriff would only be a temporary assignment. Still, Bigby's return had left him with a dilemma. Cut free from the obligations of the position and uncertain what his next step should be, he had paid a visit to the Farm. He had never anticipated he might regret that as much as he inevitably did. Perhaps that had been a little naive, but it was a quality of immortals to be in some ways unchanging, and no matter how canny his investigative talents there would always be some things he just wouldn't see. He had been so happy in those years away...
So happy that it hadn't even occurred to him until his return to the Farm how many there had expected him to stay.
Frau Totenkinder had told him it was possible, of course. The spell she had woven could be undone, and the witch would level no additional debt to do so beyond the favor he already owed. In the beginning knowing he had a way out had been reassuring, as the idea of spending his life as something so differently else had been an intimidating one. Over the course of a decade, however, he had grown surprisingly comfortable with it. The years he had spent in Fabletown—in New York City—while the Wolf fought in Europe had been everything he could have wanted them to be. Strange and confusing in the beginning as he had learned to adapt to his new form, but amazing nevertheless. Being human wasn't something he had ever particularly wanted for himself, but as it stood it was the only way that he could have what he did want...
Once he made it clear he had no intention of casting that aside, the reactions had been varied. Many of the animal Fables had resented the freedom he now had to come and go as he pleased. Others had felt his decision to live as a human was simply unnatural. Nowhere, however, had there been more bruised feelings than in Smalltown where, for some, a feeling close to national pride had colored his departure as nothing short of betrayal.
Acorn had always been a square peg, in Smalltown and at the Farm—uncomfortable in his place but with a place there still. Acorn wasn't coming back, however, and it had been made clear that Arthur LeSouris would find little welcome in either.
That had been more than sixty years ago, and he hadn't been back since. If there was no place for LeSouris, there certainly wouldn't be for George Krigner. Or Luke Browning. Or Andrew Klein. It had finally taken Thumbwise's death to give Kevin Ryan the solid reason he had needed to return.
So he had.
His cousin must have seen his distress at the recollection, for Twigleaf flattened his ears sympathetically, placing a consoling paw on his arm. Kevin barely felt the touch, but it was a tremendous comfort all the same. Like Thumbwise, Twig had been one of the few who had known him well enough to understand the decisions he had made.
"I forgive you," Twigleaf finally said, though with an exaggerated sigh he added. "Though if you could write more than once or twice a decade from now on..."
Kevin smiled at that and opened his mouth to make that promise but the words were interrupted by an angry roar that carried distantly over the trees. It was difficult to pinpoint the direction, but he thought it might have come from somewhere close to the farmhouse. Twigleaf, meanwhile, had taken those moments to climb up his arm and onto his shoulder, claws prickling faintly where he gripped the fabric of Kevin's shirt. Confident that his cousin had a good enough hold not to fall Kevin stood, grabbing up his jacket as he did so, and headed back the way he had come.
"Wait," Twigleaf exclaimed, startled, "you're running toward the cat? Are you nuts?"
Fortunately, from his vantage, it would have been nearly impossible for Twigleaf to see Kevin's faint smirk at the words as he ignored him.
When they came out of the trees, they quickly saw they weren't the only ones who had come to investigate. The farmyard was milling with creatures. A few were human, or human shaped, though most were animal and many were decidedly neither. If it was every Fable within earshot Kevin wouldn't have been surprised in the slightest.
"What's going on?" Kevin asked as they reached the edge of the crowd.
Unfortunately, the first creature to respond to his question was Reynard.
It wasn't that Kevin disliked the fox—on the contrary, during his last disastrous visit, the envy Reynard had voiced had been refreshingly nonjudgmental. The problem was simply that, like most tricksters, he could be an awful lot to handle. It was an observation that had proved so true time and again that it was even relevant in his life out in the Mundane. More than once, Kevin had thought that if not for the difference in species, one could almost imagine Castle and Reynard had been separated at birth...
"Bagheera caught some stupid Mundy snooping around," Reynard told him, an excited grin stretching his jaws. "One of the blackbirds told me he's got him cornered alongside the barn."
A Mundy on the Farm? That was bad. That was possibly very bad.
The Farm was Fabletown's best protected secret, undiscovered by the outside world for more than two centuries. That wasn't by luck alone. Some of the most powerful and expensive enchantments their magic users could wield had been layered around the place. Spells to confuse the mind and discourage curiosity. Spells that would cause the road to loop back around on itself, or wreak other havoc on visitors who approached without their destination firmly in mind. Under normal circumstances, a Mundy shouldn't even have noticed the turn off the main road, let alone made it far enough to breach their perimeter.
And then there was the inevitable question of what was to be done about it now.
Everything that Kevin had heard told him that Rose Red, the Farm's new manager, while notoriously laid back was a fairly shrewd operator. He had spent far too many years in Mundy law enforcement to be comfortable with the easy solution there. Hoping to help mitigate the damage if it was possible, Kevin pushed his way carefully through the crowd. He was aware of the fox taking advantage of the wake he left behind in order to follow, but as he finally drew near enough to get a good look, he spectacularly failed to give a damn.
The disorientation he had been experiencing out at the wall held nothing on what he felt once his eyes fell on the large cat and the man it had trapped against the side of the barn. A few seconds flit past before Kevin was actually able to accept that what he saw was happening, a hot bolt of shock flaring in his chest.
Because he shouldn't be here—God, he couldn't be here...
And yet, somewhere behind the furious panic, there lived a part of him that wasn't as surprised as it should have been.... As though it really couldn't have been anyone else.
From almost the moment Kevin met him, Javier had managed to get past his defenses in a way very few people did. In a way no Mundane ever had, that was for sure. Living amongst them it was dangerous to get too close...and it was never just his own secrets at risk. With, however, Javier it was difficult for him not to want to open up. In their conversations Kevin always found himself sharing more than was wise, and the proof stood in front of him that he had let slip too many details he should better have kept hidden. Javier knew more true things about him than even Jenny had, and Kevin had planned on spending—
Well, they could have had the rest of her life together, anyway. He had even made arrangements to tell her the truth about himself. Before...
Pain bit deep as he remembered how things had fallen apart between him and Jenny, pain he had finally thought he was handling. Had been handling, with his partner's help. Sudden doubt stung him that he could even continue in his present course without Javier. With his engagement ended, very little still tied him to his current life. A few friends but mostly acquaintances, and a job that he enjoyed but that he didn't think could ever be the same without his best friend and partner.
And, God... If he had to return to Manhattan and face Beckett and Castle's confusion over his partner's disappearance? He didn't think he could stand being there, forced to pretend ignorance of that loss. He knew he would never be able to handle that.
No. If Javier died for his intrusion, Kevin Ryan might as well die with him.
And that life might not be all he would be forced to leave behind. He didn't know what he would do with himself then, but he wasn't sure if he could ever be a part of Fabletown again—Farm or city—having paid that price for its secrecy.
"What's wrong?"
The voice in his ear, tight with concern, brought Kevin abruptly back to himself. Sitting on his shoulder as he was, it was impossible for Twigleaf to have missed Kevin's tense reaction to the scene in front of them. Though it was more than his cousin's precarious position that kept him from turning his head to answer. Eyes locked on Javier, it took him several moments to find his voice, even then stumbling over the words needed to explain.
"I— It's..." He swallowed dryly, finally managing, "That's Javier. My partner."
"How modern," Reynard joked cheekily, sliding past Kevin's feet in his rush to gain a better vantage. As unsteady as Kevin's knees were, the fox was lucky he hadn't knocked him over. "And here I'd always ignored those rumors you'd gone native..."
Under the circumstances, the joke shouldn't have been funny. And it wasn't, at all...but somehow his mind refused to discard it.
Kevin knew Reynard was only joking and was prepared to ignore him in favor of the more pressing business at hand. Yet there was another part of him—a part that was far too used to Castle, and the way the writer's nonsense occasionally bore fruit—that insisted on turning the words over at least once before discarding them. His thoughts were all running together anyway at that point as he desperately sought a solution to the tragic disaster he saw ahead of him...
And when that solution formed in his mind he almost could have laughed. Because it was absolutely crazy—an idea worthy of Castle at the best of his worst—but it could work.
He doubted Javier would like it, but short of treason it was the only way Kevin could see of getting his partner out of this alive...
Chapter Three
Author's Note: If things are still confusing on the Fables front for those unfamiliar with the fandom don't worry, I am planning on adding more explanation—Javi's certainly owed some at this point.
Fandoms: Castle, Fables
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Fantasy, Humor, Romance
Warnings: Slash, genre!crack, AU, crack, unsolicited crossover, fairy tales, talking animals, author insanity, shades of "omfg what did I just write?", unbetad.
Characters/Pairings: Castle—Javier Esposito/Kevin Ryan. Fables—Bigby Wolf, Reynard, Frau Totenkinder, Rose Red, Clara, Bagheera, Stinky, others.
Wordcount: 2,025
Chapter Two: Fish, Ponds, and Things of That Sort
(Which concerns a long-overdue reunion wherein awkwardness is mostly a matter of scale.)
Long ago, a friend in Fabletown had given him some advice for learning to blend in amongst the Mundanes: "Don't pretend to be who you're supposed to be, be who you're supposed to be."
More specifically, she had suggested he use the new false name that they had given him as often as he could—in his own head whenever possible. It had helped, and after a while when he introduced himself as Arthur LeSouris, even if it hadn't really been the truth, it had stopped feeling like a lie. It was like the old saying that clothes made the man. Over the last seventy years, slipping on a new name and identity had come to feel a bit like slipping on a new suit: uncomfortable at first, but everything fit better once you had a chance to break it in. A name was only ever just a name if you didn't believe it...
As he measured things, Kevin Ryan wasn't someone he pretended to be, and hadn't been for a long time.
The isolated little patch of forest seemed such an unlikely place for that man to be, yet there he was all the same. He had taken off his jacket to lay on letting his limbs stretch out loosely, his back and shoulders resting against the low stonework wall that wound its way through the trees. Almost prone, his arm rested easily on top of it, and once more he was struck by an strange moment of dissonance. Having been the way he was for so long, most days he never even thought about it. Now that he was back, however, it suddenly felt so odd to think about how the wall he had once looked up at during his patrols every day was probably no taller than the coffee table in his apartment.
Further driving it home was his cousin's presence mere inches away—inches that once wouldn't have seemed 'mere' at all.
Despite the numerous differences in temperament that had always contrasted them like day an night, the family resemblance between he and his cousin had once been striking. Now they no longer had even species in common and, even half-lying as Kevin was, Twigleaf, perched atop the wall that divided Smalltown's territory from the rest of the Farm, still fell short of meeting his eye.
And he did wish his cousin could be convinced he didn't need to shout. It wasn't necessary—he was human, he wasn't deaf—and it made it very difficult to gauge how upset he actually was.
"—haven't heard anything from you in ages! All anyone could tell me was that you were still playing cops-and-robbers out in the Mundy. I almost couldn't get a hold of you at all!"
"I know, Twig, I'm sorry. I just..."
Kevin trailed off helplessly. It was difficult for him to put into words. The emotions there were...complicated.
He had known going into it that his tenure as sheriff would only be a temporary assignment. Still, Bigby's return had left him with a dilemma. Cut free from the obligations of the position and uncertain what his next step should be, he had paid a visit to the Farm. He had never anticipated he might regret that as much as he inevitably did. Perhaps that had been a little naive, but it was a quality of immortals to be in some ways unchanging, and no matter how canny his investigative talents there would always be some things he just wouldn't see. He had been so happy in those years away...
So happy that it hadn't even occurred to him until his return to the Farm how many there had expected him to stay.
Frau Totenkinder had told him it was possible, of course. The spell she had woven could be undone, and the witch would level no additional debt to do so beyond the favor he already owed. In the beginning knowing he had a way out had been reassuring, as the idea of spending his life as something so differently else had been an intimidating one. Over the course of a decade, however, he had grown surprisingly comfortable with it. The years he had spent in Fabletown—in New York City—while the Wolf fought in Europe had been everything he could have wanted them to be. Strange and confusing in the beginning as he had learned to adapt to his new form, but amazing nevertheless. Being human wasn't something he had ever particularly wanted for himself, but as it stood it was the only way that he could have what he did want...
Once he made it clear he had no intention of casting that aside, the reactions had been varied. Many of the animal Fables had resented the freedom he now had to come and go as he pleased. Others had felt his decision to live as a human was simply unnatural. Nowhere, however, had there been more bruised feelings than in Smalltown where, for some, a feeling close to national pride had colored his departure as nothing short of betrayal.
Acorn had always been a square peg, in Smalltown and at the Farm—uncomfortable in his place but with a place there still. Acorn wasn't coming back, however, and it had been made clear that Arthur LeSouris would find little welcome in either.
That had been more than sixty years ago, and he hadn't been back since. If there was no place for LeSouris, there certainly wouldn't be for George Krigner. Or Luke Browning. Or Andrew Klein. It had finally taken Thumbwise's death to give Kevin Ryan the solid reason he had needed to return.
So he had.
His cousin must have seen his distress at the recollection, for Twigleaf flattened his ears sympathetically, placing a consoling paw on his arm. Kevin barely felt the touch, but it was a tremendous comfort all the same. Like Thumbwise, Twig had been one of the few who had known him well enough to understand the decisions he had made.
"I forgive you," Twigleaf finally said, though with an exaggerated sigh he added. "Though if you could write more than once or twice a decade from now on..."
Kevin smiled at that and opened his mouth to make that promise but the words were interrupted by an angry roar that carried distantly over the trees. It was difficult to pinpoint the direction, but he thought it might have come from somewhere close to the farmhouse. Twigleaf, meanwhile, had taken those moments to climb up his arm and onto his shoulder, claws prickling faintly where he gripped the fabric of Kevin's shirt. Confident that his cousin had a good enough hold not to fall Kevin stood, grabbing up his jacket as he did so, and headed back the way he had come.
"Wait," Twigleaf exclaimed, startled, "you're running toward the cat? Are you nuts?"
Fortunately, from his vantage, it would have been nearly impossible for Twigleaf to see Kevin's faint smirk at the words as he ignored him.
When they came out of the trees, they quickly saw they weren't the only ones who had come to investigate. The farmyard was milling with creatures. A few were human, or human shaped, though most were animal and many were decidedly neither. If it was every Fable within earshot Kevin wouldn't have been surprised in the slightest."What's going on?" Kevin asked as they reached the edge of the crowd.
Unfortunately, the first creature to respond to his question was Reynard.
It wasn't that Kevin disliked the fox—on the contrary, during his last disastrous visit, the envy Reynard had voiced had been refreshingly nonjudgmental. The problem was simply that, like most tricksters, he could be an awful lot to handle. It was an observation that had proved so true time and again that it was even relevant in his life out in the Mundane. More than once, Kevin had thought that if not for the difference in species, one could almost imagine Castle and Reynard had been separated at birth...
"Bagheera caught some stupid Mundy snooping around," Reynard told him, an excited grin stretching his jaws. "One of the blackbirds told me he's got him cornered alongside the barn."
A Mundy on the Farm? That was bad. That was possibly very bad.
The Farm was Fabletown's best protected secret, undiscovered by the outside world for more than two centuries. That wasn't by luck alone. Some of the most powerful and expensive enchantments their magic users could wield had been layered around the place. Spells to confuse the mind and discourage curiosity. Spells that would cause the road to loop back around on itself, or wreak other havoc on visitors who approached without their destination firmly in mind. Under normal circumstances, a Mundy shouldn't even have noticed the turn off the main road, let alone made it far enough to breach their perimeter.
And then there was the inevitable question of what was to be done about it now.
Everything that Kevin had heard told him that Rose Red, the Farm's new manager, while notoriously laid back was a fairly shrewd operator. He had spent far too many years in Mundy law enforcement to be comfortable with the easy solution there. Hoping to help mitigate the damage if it was possible, Kevin pushed his way carefully through the crowd. He was aware of the fox taking advantage of the wake he left behind in order to follow, but as he finally drew near enough to get a good look, he spectacularly failed to give a damn.
The disorientation he had been experiencing out at the wall held nothing on what he felt once his eyes fell on the large cat and the man it had trapped against the side of the barn. A few seconds flit past before Kevin was actually able to accept that what he saw was happening, a hot bolt of shock flaring in his chest.
Because he shouldn't be here—God, he couldn't be here...
And yet, somewhere behind the furious panic, there lived a part of him that wasn't as surprised as it should have been.... As though it really couldn't have been anyone else.
From almost the moment Kevin met him, Javier had managed to get past his defenses in a way very few people did. In a way no Mundane ever had, that was for sure. Living amongst them it was dangerous to get too close...and it was never just his own secrets at risk. With, however, Javier it was difficult for him not to want to open up. In their conversations Kevin always found himself sharing more than was wise, and the proof stood in front of him that he had let slip too many details he should better have kept hidden. Javier knew more true things about him than even Jenny had, and Kevin had planned on spending—
Well, they could have had the rest of her life together, anyway. He had even made arrangements to tell her the truth about himself. Before...
Pain bit deep as he remembered how things had fallen apart between him and Jenny, pain he had finally thought he was handling. Had been handling, with his partner's help. Sudden doubt stung him that he could even continue in his present course without Javier. With his engagement ended, very little still tied him to his current life. A few friends but mostly acquaintances, and a job that he enjoyed but that he didn't think could ever be the same without his best friend and partner.
And, God... If he had to return to Manhattan and face Beckett and Castle's confusion over his partner's disappearance? He didn't think he could stand being there, forced to pretend ignorance of that loss. He knew he would never be able to handle that.
No. If Javier died for his intrusion, Kevin Ryan might as well die with him.
And that life might not be all he would be forced to leave behind. He didn't know what he would do with himself then, but he wasn't sure if he could ever be a part of Fabletown again—Farm or city—having paid that price for its secrecy.
"What's wrong?"
The voice in his ear, tight with concern, brought Kevin abruptly back to himself. Sitting on his shoulder as he was, it was impossible for Twigleaf to have missed Kevin's tense reaction to the scene in front of them. Though it was more than his cousin's precarious position that kept him from turning his head to answer. Eyes locked on Javier, it took him several moments to find his voice, even then stumbling over the words needed to explain.
"I— It's..." He swallowed dryly, finally managing, "That's Javier. My partner."
"How modern," Reynard joked cheekily, sliding past Kevin's feet in his rush to gain a better vantage. As unsteady as Kevin's knees were, the fox was lucky he hadn't knocked him over. "And here I'd always ignored those rumors you'd gone native..."
Under the circumstances, the joke shouldn't have been funny. And it wasn't, at all...but somehow his mind refused to discard it.
Kevin knew Reynard was only joking and was prepared to ignore him in favor of the more pressing business at hand. Yet there was another part of him—a part that was far too used to Castle, and the way the writer's nonsense occasionally bore fruit—that insisted on turning the words over at least once before discarding them. His thoughts were all running together anyway at that point as he desperately sought a solution to the tragic disaster he saw ahead of him...
And when that solution formed in his mind he almost could have laughed. Because it was absolutely crazy—an idea worthy of Castle at the best of his worst—but it could work.
He doubted Javier would like it, but short of treason it was the only way Kevin could see of getting his partner out of this alive...
Chapter Three
Author's Note: If things are still confusing on the Fables front for those unfamiliar with the fandom don't worry, I am planning on adding more explanation—Javi's certainly owed some at this point.
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Date: Sunday, 15 January 2012 06:10 pm (UTC)From:I wonder what solution Kevin has in mind. ^^ I hope it's dirty and also involves telling Javier the truth.
Whee. Bagheera. It's the name of my old black cat. She decided she liked the elderly couple down the street better, but... yeah. :)
Thank you for updating. Sorry about the delay.
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Date: Monday, 16 January 2012 07:11 am (UTC)From:Well, this is getting more and more mysterious.
Hopefully not too mysterious? Or at the very least, "coherent"? *nailbites*
I wonder what solution Kevin has in mind. ^^ I hope it's dirty and also involves telling Javier the truth.
I don't think you'll be disappointed... >.>
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Date: Monday, 16 January 2012 09:38 am (UTC)From:Ever noticed how c gets worse when b is more and more present. Mysteries of the mind, hello.
It seems coherent alright. I mean, there are some people I don't yet know that are mentionned and some strange stuff happening, but I'm into supernatural stuff and all so... I mean... after five years Joss Whedon decided he'd rewrite his whole show and give his main character a little sister and... we all thought that was logical in the end, so... yeah, no worries. If something doesn't make sense yet, I wait until it's explained. I'm not lost and scratching my head just yet.
I don't think you'll be disappointed... >.>
I know you have a potential to make me grin until my cheeks hurt and make me crack up.
Can't wait. ^^
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Date: Monday, 16 January 2012 09:57 am (UTC)From:Ah, yes, gotta love an in-universe ret-con. Almost as bad as when Witchblade rewound time so it could more or less just do its whole first season over again as an alternate timeline where her partner wasn't a ghost... Or...whatever the hell the end of Kingdom Hospital really was.
At least Joss made it work. :D
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Date: Monday, 16 January 2012 11:35 am (UTC)From:Yes, Joss makes it work. Always. ^^
Fringe too, for me, so far. You watch that? I think they have really interesting ideas. I think they do well, in terms of viewers too, which makes me wonder why the hell Dollhouse didn't find its mark. I mean... it was told to be too intricate. It was complicated, okay. But... if Fringe is anything it's freaking intricate. Oo
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Date: Monday, 16 January 2012 11:55 am (UTC)From:And I haven't watched Fringe...mostly because I swore never to watch Fox after Firefly was cancelled. I gave the channel another shot with Dollhouse, so, yeah...they screwed that one over too. :(
You know, I almost did a Dollhouse crossover instead for your fic. I probably should have, since I scoped out your LJ and saw you'd done some fic for it. I just couldn't come up with a plot that made any sense.
(And this is what I did go with, so that should tell you something...)
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Date: Tuesday, 17 January 2012 12:35 am (UTC)From:And Javi is are a stalking stalker who stalks. XD I can't wait to read Kevin's explanation.
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Date: Tuesday, 17 January 2012 12:45 am (UTC)From:...How does Kevin being a mouse make so much sense?
I don't know, but as long as it does make sense, I'm not going to question it. XD
I might not get to the actual explanation for a couple chapters, but...yeah. It better be a good one, huh?
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Date: Tuesday, 17 January 2012 12:54 am (UTC)From:I actually minored in folklore in college (nearly by accident), so I am really excited for this fic. XD I just wish I could see Javier's face when he gets that explanation.