Happy Winchester Day!

[beanside]

So, in honor of Winchester Day (and because more than a couple people seem to want it), I'm going to ressurect the timestamp meme.

So, pick any fic of mine that you want to see more of, and tell me when you want it set. I'll do my best to give you a drabble or ficlet.

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[derryderrydown.livejournal.com]

Wheee! The JDM/CMM 'verse, a year down the line. *beams*

[beanside.livejournal.com]

“Thank you for flying United Airlines. Please remain seated until the plane comes to a complete stop.”

Jeff let his head fall back onto the seat. For a two hour flight, this had sucked. They’d dicked up his reservation and put him in coach. Not that he minded the lack of champagne, but his six foot two frame didn’t really settle into the seat well. Add in a hyperactive child next to him that didn’t seem to grasp that you didn’t have to move the entire PSP to make it work, and even two and a half hours seemed like forever.

The moment the plane rolled to a stop, he was on his feet, stepping into the aisle. If the people around him wanted to bitch about him being an entitlement whore star, too damn bad.

Really, he was doing them all a favor. If he had to sit for one more minute, Jeffrey Dean was gonna have to choke a bitch.

The walk to baggage was equally thrilling. One groper, two criers and a partridge in a goddamn pear tree. Jesus.

All he wanted was to get to baggage, get Bisou out of her crate, and go the fuck home. Then, he was going to call Chad, and they were going to eat and fuck. Not necessarily in that order.

Christmas with his family had been great, really. But it had been nearly two weeks since he’d last seen Chad, and he was done. The one consolation had been hearing the same echo of loneliness in Chad’s voice on the phone. Chad had promised him a surprise when he got home, and imagining the possibilities was the one thing that had kept Jeff sane.