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Primeval fic: Endings and Beginnings (3/6)
Title: Endings and Beginnings (3/6)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~5200 in this part (~21500 words in total).
Characters: Claudia Brown, Nick Cutter, Emma (OC), Mr Harrison (OC), James Lester, Abby Maitland, Moira (OC), Sister Sally Murphy (OC), David 'Ditzy' Owen (OC), Connor Temple
Pairings: James Lester/Abby Maitland, James Lester/David 'Ditzy' Owen.
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money and will replace. Ditzy belongs to the wonderful Fredbassett
Warning (for all parts): Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Het, Slash.
A/N: Thanks to the wonderful Fred for the beta. Part 2 Part 4
Ditzy entered Lester's room carrying two cups of coffee and smiled softly at the sight of an exhausted Abby. She had obviously finally fallen asleep, although, even now, she still held on to Lester's hand with a firm grip. As if holding her lover to this world, to life itself. Ditzy closed his eyes at the pain that thought brought, repeating James will be fine, James will be fine over and over in his mind until he believed it.
Glancing at Abby, he paused to consider his options before deciding sleep was probably the best thing for her right now. He only wished he could get some rest, but he needed to be awake for his... what was James to him? True, he had expressed an interest in Ditzy, but was that just an effect of the tumour? Abby didn't think so, but... He sighed, if she was right, James was his lover-to-be? Maybe? He shook his head, maybe sticking with lover in his thoughts was easier, even if it did turn out to be nothing more than a pipe-dream and wishful thinking.
Ditzy drew up his own chair and watched his lover and the woman he would share him with. He sighed softly; this was not how he had ever thought he'd get together with Lester. Hell, Ditzy had never really given himself good odds of Lester being interested in him. But never in his wildest imagination had Ditzy considered sharing him with someone else, until now.
His mind turning to Abby again, Ditzy considered his... what was she to him? Not a lover, but his lover's lover. A co-lover, maybe? He shook his head, what Abby was – might be – wasn't important, not right at this minute. What did he really know about her? Abby was an asset to the ARC. She could handle herself in a crisis. She had more common sense than the rest of the field team combined. She was also obviously attractive (even if she did nothing for him) and Lester was definitely interested in her.
Ditzy smirked, it might be interesting sharing the man he had long considered to be a straight-laced bureaucrat. Obviously Lester hid a lot beneath that image and Ditzy found himself eager to strip away the veneer to find the man beneath.
Glancing at Lester brought Ditzy's thoughts to a screeching halt. He closed his eyes, all his - all their - plans would come to nothing if Lester didn't wake up.
It had been a long, long night, sitting by Lester's bed with Abby once the other team members had been shooed out by the nurses. He and Abby had only been allowed to stay because he knew several of the consultants. They had taken turns to hold Lester's hand so he knew he was not alone. Talking to him. Letting him know they were there with him. That he was safe. Ditzy blinked his suddenly watery eyes as he remembered returning to the room to hear Abby begging Lester to return to them.
Ditzy became alert at a slight movement from Abby and he spoke softly, “Your coffee is a bit on the cold side.”
Abby grimaced as she drank it. “Ugh”.
“I did warn you.”
“Any change, David?”
Ditzy shook his head, “I'm afraid not.”
A soft knock on the door had both heads turning towards it. Mr Harrison peered around and said, “Morning. How about some breakfast while the nurses give James a wash?”
*****
Abby picked at her food until Harrison's commented. “If you don't look after yourself, Abby, you won't be able to look after James.”
Her head jerked up as Abby inquired cautiously. “Mr Harrison? How is James?”
Ditzy added, “Did you get the results back?”
Mr Harrison smiled. “James' chances are excellent. The mass we removed was a large convexity meningioma.”
“A what?” Abby still sounded scared and leant into Ditzy's comforting embrace.
“Ah, yes. It is a form of benign tumour that grows on the surface of the brain and is non-invasive. The symptoms James experienced were from the pressure that the tumour exerted as it pushed aside his brain as it grew. We removed the entire tumour and the underlying dura and the lab results show that it is a Grade I tumour. That is the lowest grade.”
Ditzy sighed in relief. “So, the chances of it regrowing are...?”
“Low. It is a possibility, however, Grade 1 tumours of this type have less than a 10% chance of regrowing.”
Abby wiggled free of Ditzy's embrace and hugged Mr Harrison, tears flowing down her face as the consultant awkwardly patted her back.
Harrison cleared his throat. “James will still need those regular scans, Miss Maitland.” When she looked at him with frightened eyes, he added, “Just as a precaution.”
*****
Abby sat by Lester's bed and held his hand. “Please, James. Wake up. I need to hear your voice. Telling me everything will be OK.”
Ditzy closed his eyes and swallowed his fears. “Come back to us, James. We need you.”
*****
A hitch in Lester's breathing had Abby by his side in a heartbeat. “James?” A second hitch had her hitting the call buzzer.
A nurse hurried in. “Miss?” Not waiting for Abby to answer, she began to check various readings.
“His breathing hitched.”
The nurse smiled. “I think he's starting to wake up, Miss.” At Abby's hopeful look, she added. “I'll get Mr Harrison.”
*****
Abby and Ditzy sat once more in Mr Harrison's office, both of them torn between a desire to be with Lester and the need to hear whatever the consultant had to tell them.
“I know this is difficult for you both, that you would rather be with James when he wakes.”
“Since you know that, why are we here?” Abby sounded rather belligerent as she glared at Harrison.
“I need to inform you of what to expect when James wakes.”
Abby paled and clenched Ditzy's hand in a painful grip. He winced as he asked, “Which is?”
Harrison nodded. “Abby, David, you must understand that James' recovery is likely to be a long and slow progress. There could be long periods without any significant gain or even setbacks in his recovery.” He took a deep breath, “You must also be aware that James could be affected by permanent disabilities of one type or another.”
Abby had grown progressively paler during Harrison's explanation. “But he might not? Or they might get better?”
Harrison sighed, “The brain is a complex organ, Abby. Two individuals can suffer the same degree of damage but have very difference outcomes, it all depends upon how their brains heal or compensate for the damage. We just won't know how James has been affected until he is awake and alert enough for us to run various tests on him.”
Ditzy squeezed Abby's hand as he asked, “How could he be affected?”
“James has undergone significant trauma to his brain. When he wakes up he might not be able to focus on you; he may not respond to you; he might make random movements. As his condition improves, he may become aggressive or easily distracted; his memory might be impaired so he doesn't remember what has happened or even that you have spoken to him. He might have trouble speaking or moving as well as with carrying out simple tasks such as eating, dressing or bathing. Please remember that we don't know if James will suffer from any of these or to what degree, but you must be prepared for them.”
Ditzy winced as Abby tightly squeezed his hand. “But they will improve over time?”
Harrison nodded. “We have an excellent physiotherapy team here, David. They have already started James' therapy to keep his limbs mobile and to prevent bed sores. Once James is awake the therapy will cater to his particular needs with the aim of regaining as much of his former abilities as possible.”
Abby smiled in relief, “So James will be fine?”
“Even if James has suffered permanent brain damage his condition should improve with time and effort, but I need you to understand that he may never be the man you knew. As I said, it is going to be a long and slow progress and James will probably find it frustrating. It is common for our patients to lash out at people because of this, so it is important to remember that it isn't directed at you.”
Abby swallowed. “Do you think James will recover?”
“It is certainly possible, but I also have no wish for you to have unrealistic expectations. Until James wakes up, we can't tell how severely affected he will be.” Harrison ran a hand through his hair. “It is possible that he will never regain everything that he may have lost, that he will always have problems and limitations.”
“Thanks for your honesty, Mr Harrison.” Ditzy said as he hugged a quietly sobbing Abby. “James will be OK, Abby. We'll take care of him until he is, OK?” He looked up as Harrison, “Can we have a few moments alone?”
Harrison nodded. “Of course.”
*****
Abby sat by Lester's bed and gently squeezed his hand. “I know you can hear me, James.” Her voice wavered for a moment and she took a deep breath. “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me. Please, James.”
*****
Lester slowly woke to hear a bleeping that was in time to the throbbing in his head and groaned softly. He felt his hand being squeezed before he faded back into unconsciousness.
*****
Ditzy held Lester's hand and thought over what Mr Harrison had told him in private. That the location of the tumour Lester had wouldn't lead to changes in sexual behaviour. Ditzy smiled, it gave him hope that what had happened in the shower was an indicator of Lester's true feelings towards him.
“Come on, sir. Please, James. Open those beautiful green eyes for me.” He glanced up as he felt eyes on him and smiled at the new arrival.
Abby smiled softly back. “Any change, David?”
Ditzy sighed, “He keeps looking like he's trying to wake up. Abby's here to see you, James. Aren't you going to greet her properly?”
*****
Lester could hear half-recognised voices and the odd disconnected word. He felt as if he was floating on the ocean, bobbing on the waves. It was peaceful and calm, tranquil. But something told him he should be elsewhere. He grew worried as he couldn't recall where, but he knew he was needed. He began to struggle as the darkness returned, helpless as it wrapped around him and dragged him down with it.
*****
One of the monitor's buzzed and had a nurse rushing in to check on it. She took several readings as Abby and Ditzy watched with mounting fear. She looked up and, noticing their expressions, said, “Nothing to worry about, just a minor increase in his heart rate.”
“Minor?”
“I think he's dreaming, Miss.”
“A nightmare, you mean?” Ditzy squeezed Lester's hand. “We'll here, James. We'll keep you safe.”
*****
Lester's eyelids fluttered and he opened his eyes. He blinked several times as he lay still with his eyes open, although he didn't seem to be looking at anything. Just staring into space.
“James? It's Abby.” She gently caressed his face and smiled as he turned to look at her. “Hi.” Her smile faltered as she realised that Lester wasn't focusing on her, instead his wandering gaze was more over her shoulder. Abby took a deep breath and forced herself to smile and sound cheerful. “David's right, you know, you have the most beautiful green eyes. Like the sea. I could happily get lost in them.” Her voice trailed off as Lester's eyes seemed to focus on her own for a split moment before his eyes drifted closed.
*****
Lester opened his eyes and found himself in a room he didn't recognise. The sound of bleeping slowly penetrated his consciousness and he tried to find the source of the noise. It felt as if he was encased in thick mud as his head slowly turned to stare at a machine beside him. Where the hell am I? He tried to remember. A soft smile appeared on his face as he remembered that morning. Being with ... who? He knew her name, why couldn't he remember? His fierce protector. And then learning that... he knew he knew that name too, but was too tired to think clevarly. He knew he, him of the cold hands yet warm heart, liked him too. More than liked him. The... the thing you stand in under spraying water. But why am I here? Where-ever here is?
A gentle hand squeezed his own, and an unfamiliar voice spoke to him. “James. I'm Sister Murphy. Can you hear me? Squeeze my hand, James.”
Lester thought that that was a strange request to ask him. He managed to focus on a dark blue uniform for a second and it just added to his confusion. Where am I? Who are you? What's happening to me? Why don't I remember? Too many thoughts chased around his head for Lester to concentrate on, so he grabbed onto her words like a lifeline and followed them as best as he could.
“That's good, James. Now, I'm going to give you a sip of water. Take your time.”
The water felt cool and refreshing and Lester tried to obtain a second sip.
“Slowly, James. Slowly. Try another sip. That's good. Very good.”
Why are you talking to me like I'm a ... young one? But Lester was too tired to ask and his eyelids fluttered close. Before sleep took him, he heard, “That's very good. Rest now.”
*****
Abby sat by Lester's bed, his hand held firmly in hers. “Sister Murphy tells me you had some water this afternoon, James.” She stroked his hair off his forehead. “That's good, James. Do you know what would be better? If you could open your lovely eyes and look at me.”
She held her breath as Lester's eyelids fluttered. “James? Please, look at me.”
Lester's eyes slowly opened and he blinked several times. As he licked his dry lips, Abby held a cup of water to his lips. “Sip it slowly, love. That's it.” She smiled as he gave a soft sigh. “Feels good, doesn't it?” Abby stroked his face as his eyes drifted close.
*****
Lester blinked his eyes open and stared in confusion around the room painted in sterile white. Where am I?
A soft voice spoke to him, “Morning, James. How do you feel?” When she didn't receive a reply, the voice continued. “It's Sister Murphy again. Shall we get you washed so that you're ready for your visitors.”
Lester pulled back his arm as he felt the warm wet flannel on his skin. Who are you? Where am I? What's happening? His started to pant as panic took over and he curled into a ball and rocked.
“Easy, James. You're safe. You're in a hospital. I'm your nurse.”
Lester flinched as a gentle hand settled on his shoulder. The unknown voice continued to talk soothingly to him as the hand rubbed comfortingly on his back.
Slowly unfurling, Lester lay half-asleep as the voice spoke to him as warm flowed over his limbs and torso and lulled him back to sleep.
*****
Abby smiled as she saw that Lester was awake and entered with a cheery, “Hello, James. Sister Murphy. How is James today?”
“I'm afraid he in a bit of a bad mood, Abby, he had a disturbed night's sleep. But I'm sure seeing you and David will cheer him up.”
Abby nodded, “Thanks.” Once Murphy had left, Abby took a firm grip on one of Lester's hands. “I hope you've been a good boy for the nurses, James.”
Lester pulled his hand free and rolled over with his back to Abby.
Ditzy sighed from the doorway, “Bad night?”
Abby nodded as she rubbed Lester's back. “Murphy said it was. Come on, James. Please.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “Right, how about David and I tell you about Connor's latest mishap?”
*****
Lester woke to find his legs being moved about and tried to speak, although only a hoarse grunt emerged. Stop that!
The young woman stopped and smiled up at him. “Afternoon, James. I'm Emma, your physiotherapist.”
Lester managed a second grunt. You are?
Emma pressed the call button as she continued to talk calmly to Lester. “We need to keep you mobile, James. OK?”
We do? Why?
“Emma?”
“Sally, our James is awake.”
“Hi, James. Remember me? I'm Sister Murphy.”
Lester was pleased that his third attempt was less of a grunt and more of a word. No, I don't believe we've met.
Murphy patted Lester on the arm. “You're in a hospital, James and we're looking after you.”
I am? You are? Lester felt his attention slip and his gaze drifted off to the side. He could hear the soft mummer of voices but didn't understand them.
*****
Abby's voice was soft as she sat beside Lester's bed. “Sister Murphy tells us that you tried to speak yesterday, James. That's good. How about waking up and speaking to me?”
She held her breath when Lester moaned softly and shifted position. She smiled as his eyes flickered open. “Hi, James. Do you remember me?”
Lester stared at her intently, even though his attention wandered slightly at times, and she could almost hear the whirling as he thought, but he didn't reply.
“I'm Abby.” Abby gently stroked his face. “You're in hospital, James.”
I am?
Abby held her lover's hand tightly as she saw Lester's attention wander. “James? Shall I tell you about yesterday?”
*****
Ditzy bit back a sigh as he watched the nurse try to feed Lester. His lover was having none of it. Lester was throwing what Ditzy recognised as a temper tantrum, he'd seen his three-year old niece do the same. Ditzy had just never expected to see Lester throw one.
*****
Abby closed her eyes as she sat beside a sleeping Lester. It had been almost two weeks since he had first opened his eyes but Lester's progress was almost non-existent. Abby couldn't find the hope to believe that he would get better. Lester's tantrums had made it hit home just how much her lover had lost and how far he still had to go. Her voice quavering, Abby whispered, “Please get better, James. I need you to get better.”
*****
Ditzy stirred the mash around the bowl before taking a bite. He wasn't willing to try feeding it to Lester until he knew it was edible. Surprisingly enough, it tasted rather good.
He glanced at Lester. His lover was propped up in bed staring at the blank wall at the bottom of his bed.
“James?”
Lester's gaze shifted momentarily to Ditzy before shifting to the bowl and back again.
“Are you hungry?”
Lester's focus wandered somewhat as he stared at the bowl, his hand shaky as he reached for the spoon ... and his hand closed around air several inches from it. Lester scowled as he tried again and again, his expression growing more and more frustrated as he failed every time. “Nnnnnnn.”
“No, James. I think I'd better do it this time. OK?” Ditzy had to bite his lip or laugh at the petulant expression on Lester's face. “Please?”
Ditzy smiled as his lover allowed himself to be fed. “There, that was OK, wasn't it?”
*****
It was three weeks later, well over a month from the start of the worst time in her life, that Abby saw the first real sign of hope when Lester's eyes opened and he smiled as he managed to focus on her face. Lester's voice was croaky, almost a whisper. “You?”
“Yes James, it's me.”
“Where?”
Abby swallowed. Please, James. Be there. “Do you remember being at my flat?” When he frowned, she continued. “What's the last thing you do remember?”
Lester's face took on a look of extreme concentration as he worried his lower lip.
“James?”
Lester hit the bed with a fist and snarled “Nnnnnn.” He shook his head, “Um... on tip of... tip of...” He looked around the room as if searching for something. “You know. Thing. Thing talk with, you use it to make words.”
Abby looked rather concerned as she nodded. “Yes, I know.” When Lester didn't look as if he was going to add anything else, Abby asked her question again, “What's the last thing you remember, James?”
With a look of intense concentration and growing frustration, Lester opened and closed his mouth as if trying to speak. He thumped the bed again and again until Abby caught his hand and held it firmly in her own. Finally, he said. “You and... and... him, him with cold hands yet warm heart, in the place where you live.”
A new voice broke into the conversation, “That's good, James. Do you know who I am?” Lester managed to focus on the new arrival for a moment before he shook his head. “I'm Mr Harrison, your consultant.” When Lester still looked blank, the man smiled. “I'm sure it will come back to you. Now, I want you to get lots of rest and take thing easy. I'll leave you and Abby alone for now.”
Abby squeezed Lester's hand again. “You should try to sleep, James. Doctor's orders.”
Lester managed a smile. “Stay with me?”
“Always, love. Me or David or one of the others.”
*****
“I'll be back later, love.” Abby gently kissed Lester's cheek as she left his room, letting the nurses and the physiotherapist look after him. Spying the person she wanted to speak to, Abby called out, “Mr Harrison.”
“Ah, Abby. Please come into my office.”
Almost before she was seated, Abby launched into her question. “What's wrong with James?”
“His speech? I've arranged for the speech therapist to visit him tomorrow after his afternoon nap.”
“Please, Mr Harrison. Just tell me.”
“I'm not an expert on speech, but James is showing the signs of a form of speech disability called Aphasia. The speech therapist will tell us exactly what type it is.”
Abby sighed. “It's caused by the brain damage you told us about, isn't it? Will he get better?”
Harrison nodded. “It is a form of brain damage, and the speech therapist will work with James to improve his ability to communicate with people.”
*****
Lester slowly became aware that he was lying in a bed with someone dozing beside him. Blinking as he recognised them he wondered, Why is... my memory is still crap today. Right, let's think. He's annoying and always thinks he is right. He's a bloody pain. He... his name is... come on, what is it? Lester's attention wandered, and where the hell am I, anyway? He tried to think, to remember. His head hurt... fuck! I had an appointment at the... the... the... where the hell was it? Come on think, you know this. I know I know this. It's the place you go when you are hurt or sick for help. So what is it called? Lester sighed softly. Right, what ever it's called, he... OK, call him warm heart for now... he made it. So, am I... where sick people go? But if I am, why is... um... fuck, the annoying one here and not fierce protector or warm heart? I should ask... before he could, Lester slipped back into sleep.
*****
“James. I really could do with you being back at work. I have no idea how you can get those people to do what you tell them to. They're impossible to talk to. I just don't know how you do it.”
“Yes, you do.”
“James?”
“Who else would it be?”
“It's lovely to hear your voice, James.”
Lester blinked open his eyes to meet those of... he just couldn't remember her name, even though he knew he should. She looked so pleased to see him that he frowned at her.
“James? Are you OK? Do you want me to get a nurse?”
“No. Why are you so pleased to see me?”
Claudia looked as if she didn't know whether to blush or laugh or cry. “Oh James. Do you know where you are?”
“No. Where am I?”
Claudia's smile faltered. “I think I better let Mr Harrison explain that, or Abby and Ditzy.”
“OK.”
Claudia managed to keep smiling at that, although Lester noticed that it was now somewhat fake. What's happened?
“Now, I've been told by your two lovers that I'm not allowed to tire you out.” Lester couldn't help his smile at that and received a proper smile from Claudia. “They'll be in later. I sent them home to get some rest, which is what you ought to be doing.”
*****
Lester blinked awake and looked around himself. Where am I? Why am I in bed? He tried to get up but after managing to sit up, he felt too tired to move further. Getting up shouldn't make me this tired? It didn't this morning and I was up at 5. I must have dozed off again. He glanced around the room again, except I have no idea where I am.
A soft knock on his door had Lester glance up at the dark-haired woman who entered his room with a warm smile. Her words were both soft and crystal-clear as she spoke to him. “Good afternoon, James. Remember me? I'm Moira, your speech therapist.”
Lester looked at her and shook his head. “No.”
“That's fine. How about we practice some more words?”
“Don't want to.”
“I understand Abby and David will be in later, don't you want to show them what you can do?”
Lester glared at her. “It's not fair.”
“No, James, it isn't. Now, shall we try some words? Can you point to... the door?”
Lester sighed before he tried to do as she asked, his frustration growing as he found he couldn't – he knew he should be able to do as she asked, but he just didn't know what he was supposed to be pointing at.
“James? Look at me.” Moira pointed at the door herself and smiled as Lester copied her. “Good. Now try, pointing at the bed.”
“Can't.”
“Please, James. Just try pointing at the door again.”
Lester thought hard and finally lifted his hand and pointed towards the door.
“That's right. Well done, James.”
Lester shook his head. “I should know them.” His fingers picked at his sheet. “It's not fair.”
Moira slowly pulled Lester into a hug. “No, pet, it isn't. Let me help you find those words you've lost.”
Lester sniffled slightly before nodding. “What's this?” he asked as he pointed to an object in his room.
Moira smiled. “OK, James. You can point at something and I'll name it for you, but later on I want you to name what I point at, OK?”
Lester nodded and he jabbed his finger at his chosen object.
“Bed.”
Lester mouthed the word before he repeated it. He spent some time pointing at various objects in his room and listening intently to Moira's responds.
A yawn from Lester had Moira call the session to a halt, although she smiled at Lester's expression. “You're not to tire yourself out, James. I'll be in tomorrow and we will try the point and name exercise again.”
“OK.” Lester nodded as he scrunched up his eyes in concentration before opening them and pointing at the door. “Door.”
Moira smiled. “One more, James, then you should rest.” She pointed to something and waited.
Lester ran through his memorised words as he sought to give the object its correct name. He glanced at the patiently waiting one who was helping him talk, and knew she'd wait until he named it or gave up. A few minutes later, with a cautious smile, Lester said, “Television.” He knew he was correct when a broad smile appeared on patient talker's face.
“Very good, James. Now, be good for Sally and rest for your visitors.”
“Night.”
“Night, James.”
*****
Ditzy sat by his lover's bed and held his hand. It was slow going, but Lester was waking up for longer and longer periods and seemed to be becoming more coherent. Even if his memory and speech were far from perfect.
A soft groan had him smiling, and he squeezed Lester's hand. “Morning, sir.” He lifted Lester's hand to his lips and kissed it. “How do you feel?”
Lester looked thoughtful before he slowly answered. “Up there... no, my... head?” When Ditzy nodded, Lester continued, “My head hurts.”
Ditzy leant forward and brushed a kiss on Lester's forehead. “Better?” When Lester gave a slight nod, Ditzy continued. “Do you know where you are?”
“No. Why does everyone keep asking me?”
Ditzy squeezed Lester's hand. “We're just concerned about you, sir. Do you remember you had a hospital appointment?”
Lester opened his mouth before he frowned and closed it again. Sighing he said, “About my... my... head? You wanted it examined?”
Ditzy smiled. “Yes.”
“It is OK?”
Ditzy nodded, “Yes. It's fine now.”
“Where am I?”
Ditzy paused before he looked straight into Lester's eyes. Harrison had coached them on this. “You are in hospital. You have had an operation. You are recovering.”
“Oh. OK.”
Ditzy swallowed hard at that response. Against his better judgement, he asked, “Aren't you curious as to what operation you've had?” When Lester just looked slightly blank at him, Ditzy forced a smile. “How about you get some rest, love, and we'll talk again when you wake up.”
“OK.”
Ditzy watched his lover fall asleep before calling a nurse to watch over him. Once outside he rushed into the nearby bathroom and let tears slip down his face. Please come back to me, to us.
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This is really well written, the struggle, how much it hurts, all of it...
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*blushes* thank you, glad you thought so.
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Please let Lester make a full recovery. What a good read. *wibbles more*
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Um, please? *iz not desperate at all*
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It's great that Lester is awake now, right enough. If Ditzy could nip round for a couple of hours on Tuesday, that would be lovely :D
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*eyes the no doubt upset looking fifi* A few hours on Tuesday? I think Moira will be with James then, so I think Ditzy could pop around for a few hours.
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I wouldn't want to get abrupt withdrawal symptoms.
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I very much look forward to more fic tomorrow!
(Where does the week go?!)
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Hopefully you will like it (I had my fingers crossed I'd get my laptop back in time for tonight - even if it isn't fixed *sigh*).
(I want to know that as well!)
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Hope your machine behaves.
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I'm really looking forward to seeing where this story goes next! :-)
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*Blushes* lovely to hear (read) that you are enjoying the fic. It seems (so far) to have turned out better than I thought, but I think that's from doing so much research on it and not wanting to get it wrong. Good to know it still flows with all the infodump going on.
Hopefully you will like where it is going next.
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