::waits for pretty Amy pictures::

::sits on bench beside Sparky::

Hm... this rarely ever happens-- where I get a scene snippet, almost whole cloth, that's not sequential in nature. Sail, I'm blaming you for this, since you were inquiring over the hot monkey sex. (It's a scene between Christian and Nara's sister, Gaby.)

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"I probably don't have to tell you, if you hurt her, you're pretty much a dead man."

"Yeah, I may not look that bright, but believe me, I understood that coming in."

"Why are you doing this, Christian? Not getting involved with Nara," she clarified, "because it was obvious to me the first time I saw you two together that you had something for her, even if you didn't realize it yet."

"Then what?"

"Let's start with why you left the sport in the first place. You were a complete stud, and then, poof, gone. And don't give me that made-for-TV bs about wanting to go to school and be normal."

Damn, but she was some major pain in the ass—even as he realized that the pushy he was condemning her for was the same determination he loved in Nara. Without a word, he stood and pulled down the side of his sweatpants, far enough to expose the long, faded scar running down the side of his thigh. "Broke the femur in two places in a surfing accident," he explained almost casually, even though it took effort to not wince at the memory of the searing pain, like someone had shoved a hot fire iron down his leg. "When they had me on the table, they found that my hip was shredded from the years of jumping, so just like that, I had an artificial hip and a titanium rod at the ripe old age of twenty. I could have rehabbed and tried to go back to competing, but it was made pretty clear to me that if I did, I'd have constant pain and had a pretty high likelihood of reinjuring myself. Not to mention, a potential future as a cripple. Not real high up on my list of things to do."

"Jesus." She tilted her head, reaching out and pulling the waistband further down, exposing more of the scar, silver and with a smooth feel to the raised skin, almost like a carving worn down over the years. "Nara hasn't said anything about it."

Heat rushed to his face as he jerked back and pulled his pants up. Sure, he could tell Gaby it was none of her fucking business, but she'd probably just run to Nara and ask anyway. "We… haven't gotten to the point where she might notice enough to ask. And for fuck's sake, don't ask why," he added to the slack-jawed expression on her face. "Not me and definitely not her. She might be your baby sister, but she's a grown woman and she's—we're—entitled to some privacy, you know?"

She nodded, looking at him with something that if he wasn't crazy, was probably as close to respect as he was ever likely to get from her. "Good luck with that in a Cuban family, m'ijo."

That's a lot of info, physical, mental, and emotional, about your character imparted with a good deal of grace and almost no pain, Barb. Well done.

"Good luck with that in a Cuban family, m'ijo."

Hehe. Nice one, Barb. I don't mind if you blame me for that, at all. In fact, keep on blaming me, I can take it (and more of the story!)

Oh, Barb, that was so sharp. Both of them are so clear to me.

New hair in LJ in a minute.

::curtsies::

Thank you, thank you. I'm sure it'll get tinkered with a bit-- ths is me, we're talking about after all. But I'm rather pleased with that little bit. Gives me some more to work with and crystallized some things about Gaby, in particular, for me.

Barb, I enjoyed that! (Now I have even more incentive to dive into the copy of It's Not About the Accent waiting for me at home.)

Deena, I enjoyed that! gave me a little chuckle in the morning.

And Amy - I recently saw a cartoon. Young woman in a doctor's office, her wrist is at an odd angle, and he's telling her "it's what we call MySpace wrist. Stop taking pictures of yourself." BUT! we want pictures of your new hair, so a few probably won't hurt.

I posted one in LJ, Todd! I'm amy37 there.

Barb, I enjoyed that! (Now I have even more incentive to dive into the copy of It's Not About the Accent waiting for me at home.)

Thanks, Todd-- I love when material just flows like that. Of course, pisses me off too, because I really would like the rest of it to flow as easily.

And Amy looks bee-yoo-ti-ful

I see you on my flist Amy... but canna see the hair. Am sad.