Ramblings on winning a childish fight with a friend and how you can help *g*

So, I have this friend, who shall remain nameless; we met on line and have never met in person and yet I would count her as a great and close friend. The reasons for this are excruciatingly simple. In the time that I have known her she has not once failed to be there for me when I have needed it, has been supportive, can be happy for my little successes even when her life is going to hell in a hand basket and is funny. Really, really goddam funny. Oh, and she gets me.

This post is partly to let her know how much she means to me and what a truly remarkable person I think she is, but I’m also partially singling her out to embarrass her.

Whereas other friends appreciate it when you give them compliments and tell them that you care, she calls me a sap.

So dear friends, here’s what you do. You use the comments below to tell her off for calling me a sap when I try to be nice.  :oD

Also, I have been promised abuse via sarcasm next time I try to say something nice to her, but if she responds to this with sarcasm then she will be outing herself and everyone will know what a lovely person she is.

So, um, I win.

No Illusions

Title: No Illusions
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor
Words: 100
Challenge: primeval100 prompt "Hospital"
Rating: PG
Warnings: Reference to character death, not explicit. Spoliers for season three
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval
AN: Unco-oprative fic spanked into submission by emyrldlady

“I’m under no illusions with this job anymore. It will kill me. I’m going to die young, probably rather messily. Though it would be cool to be eaten by something and end up as a confusing faecal sample for a scientist in the future. Or maybe a bizarre fossil record. Or if I fail to get revenge for Nick, I'll end up another of Helen Cutter’s victims. No, mustn’t think like that. Either way, I’m certainly not going to die quietly in some hospital bed somewhere, so here it is, on video, the last will and testament of Connor Temple...”

Medicine Man

Title: Medicine Man
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor/Lester
Words: 100
Challenge: primeval100 prompt "Hospital"
Rating: PG
Warnings: None - it's silly
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval
AN: Once overed by emyrldlady

“Are ye a man of medicine?”

“A-hem.”

Connor whirled around at the sound of the cough behind him and dropped his headphones.

“Um, didn’t here you come in.”

“What, and I barely want to know the answer to this, in god’s name are you doing?”

“I’m learning old English.”

“Old English?”

“Yeah. From a CD Sarah gave me. For when we go through the anomalies. She said it would be useful.”

Lester paused and pursed his lips, undecided what to do. With a sigh he made up his mind.

“Connor, do you never guess when they are having you on?"

Sharing Eternity

Title: Sharing Eternity
Fandon: Torchwood
Challenge: tw100 prompt: Missing scene
Characters/Pairings: Tosh, Jack
Rating/Warning: PG - reference to character death
Spoilers: for season two
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Torchwood 
AN: Is a followup to Sliver of Lover. Once overed by emyrldlady

She’s not sure how it happened but sometimes she’s allowed back through.  Just long enough to visit, look, hope they know she loves them.

She’s not sure if anyone can see her on her visits, but with him, sometimes she feels like he does. It’s the way he pauses, seems to turn back, the way he shakes his head.

She tells herself that’s why she keeps coming to him over everyone else; just another experiment. But it’s not true. It’s because with eternity stretching out in front of her Jack is the only one she’d choose to spend it with.