November 22nd, 2002

tv // lbd // shoulder touch

Lyrical coolness

This is where I say I've had enough
And no one should ever feel the way that I feel now.
A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises
And I don't believe that I'm getting any better.
Any better.

Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
And I'm thinking awful things
I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.

Wandering this house like I've never wanted out
And this is about as social as I get now.
And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you
Cause they would never do, I would never do.
Never

Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
And I'm thinking awful things
I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.

So don't be a liar
Don't say that "everything's working" when everything's broken.
And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor
And your eyes say the joke's on me.

But, I'm not laughing
You're not leaving
Who do I think I am kidding?
When I'm the only one locked in this hell

Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
And I'm thinking awful things
I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.

So don't be a liar
Don't say that "everything's working" when everything's broken.
And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor
And your eyes say the joke's on me.
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tv // lbd // shoulder touch

The fic that is not a fic...

I should have been in bed about two hours ago. Oh well. I did nap.

Was digging through some old files and found something... the start of a story I began a while back and now have no intention of finishing because - if I remember the storyline correctly, and I don't know that I do - it's basically a lengthened version of March, where Sam actually goes to work for the NID in order to try and clear his name (and now that I think about it, Ness, I think this was a revision of the 'something to come back for fic'. After "The Fifth Man" I overhauled it, then got bored with it. And then 2001 came along and screwed things up in ways I can't possibly explain at this hour.)

Anyway, since it doesn't work as a standalone story (well, maybe the second half does, I'm not sure) I figured I would dump it here and hope someone enjoyed it. If you want to think of it as a March prequel, knock yourselves out.

In the first section, Haskell, Garcia and Price are NID lackies/agents/whatever. Only they're aliases. (Hee!) 'Haskell' and 'Price' are actually characters on the show. Garcia is just there to look pretty and make the scene less un-PC.

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