Thank you so much, Vonnie. I put the link up in my LJ so that daughtershade will be able to see it.

Greek God writer apparently isn't happy unless she has two stories going at once. There's already six chapters of this new one, in which all of Gaugin's paintings will be destroyed unless they can find his heir.

In this story, Nikita refers to her stepfather thus:

She interrupted throwing a white rose into the grave and turning to hug her stepfather, “Paul you are my faddah now."

No, really, I swear to god. Over and over.

“Well by all means it is yours then. I am sorry you probably thought I stole the journal, my faddah must have put it away, I don’t even know where it is.” Nikita said and watching Madeline’s reaction of sheer terror added, “Oh don’t worry I can guarantee my faddah has it…”

“I am sorry for your loss Ms. Wirth, we are aware that your mother…” Madeline said.

“Yes, the day I returned from the museum she had an accident.” Nikita interrupted a bit distraught. “But… I am going to finance the search for Gauguin’s heirs. To tell you the truth my faddah this morning asked me to stop mourning and to get on with my life. I think this would be a very good project indeed, he will approve…”

and

“Bull shit, it will be dangerous and expensive, so what. I have the money, mine not my faddah’s and I have the need for dangerous… it is in my genes.”

and then Michael arrives:

Her body rolled from the red carpeted steps in a most ungracious fashion and she landed unceremoniously in the arms of a dark clad angel with the greenest eyes and the most delicious smile the young woman had ever seen. She was mortified beyond believe but thankfully the ruckus had gone unheard by the other guests, the angel had been bringing up the rear. He held her in a familiar way that made her nervous, but not uncomfortable, he smelled divinely and his strong arms made her feel safe and secure.

He made his accent thicker, his voice impossibly sultry as he answered her, “Michael Samuelle and you are?” By this time Christopher had finally come looking for them and unknowingly saved Nikita from a heart attach.

At which point I had a heart attach. Two more chapters to go.

The close encounter of the Michael kind had left the inexperienced neophyte quite shaken; no chaste being should be thrusted into the vortex that was Michael Samuelle.

Not just a neophyte -- an inexperienced neophyte.

The blonde woman realized that the brunette was watching her and made an apologetic gesture as if saying, I am sorry for having impure thoughts.

Someone needs to show me this gesture. It'll come in handy when I read slash.

“Michael just saved my life faddah.”

Oh my GOD.

The plan previously forged was starting to unravel and he felt he needed to go ‘rouge’ for this one, working two missions at once.

No, Michael! Not rouge!

Go rouge? Maybe that's when you disguise yourself by wearing drag?

Dana, have you thought of getting help for this extreme masochistic urge you have? Seriously, man, we're worried about you.

The options these days seem to be reality or fandom. I'm sticking with fandom.

t thwump

Anyone feel like writing (or co-writing with me, I'm not all that picky) some Dick/Roy PWP?

I've been obsessing about it all night and all day. There should be sweat and wrestling...

So the last Outsiders wasn't enough for you? Or just a starting point?

So the last Outsiders wasn't enough for you? Or just a starting point?

Oh, not nearly. It just made me want it more.

Anyone feel like writing (or co-writing with me, I'm not all that picky) some Dick/Roy PWP?

I don't have enough background on Roy to do him justice, damn it all, but I might be interested. Although I need to finish this Spanderficathon thing first. And possibly also stop yelling "OMG WOOBIES!" about Apollo and Midnighter.