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Fic: Dating the Cleverest Boy in the World. Chapter 3.
Hello, faithful readers. I'm afraid this story got rather neglected whilst working on other, less co-operative, projects (*glares at Illyria*), so since I have tons planned out I thought I'd better get back to posting. Hope you like. (First chapter here.)
Summary: Allison had always thought that university would be an adventure. But she'd not imagined that she'd end up dating Harold Saxon's son.
Setting: 2025 (AU post-Sound of Drums)
Characters: OCs, the Doctor (10th), Lucy, Jack.
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2250 words.
Chapter 3
Throughout the next morning’s lecture Allison found it hard to concentrate. Alex was there, of course, as usual sat at the very back of the class, although she noticed that this time he didn’t even make a pretence at taking notes. As soon as he arrived - shooting her a swift smile as he walked up the steps - he brought out a laptop and never so much as looked up through the lesson, obviously engrossed in whatever he was doing.
She herself had got to the lecture nice and early, bagging a seat next to Chelsea.
Chelsea wore too much makeup, had California style bleached-blonde hair, and her ambition was to become ‘a hot, famous scientist’. She was also fun, forthright and a bit gossipy, and Allison liked her an awful lot - having no doubts that she’d easily fulfil her ambitions and more besides.
Of course Allison then ended up with Mike on the other side, since he was doing his best to pursue Chelsea - in spite of the young lady’s complete lack of interest. Allison didn’t know whether to admire his tenacity, or tell him to get a grip.
As the lecture ended Mike leaned towards Allison, nodding towards the top row, having also clearly noted Alex’s complete and utter non-participation.
“What’s up with that?”
Chelsea shook her head, clueless, and Allison shrugged.
“He said that he’d talked to the Professor and she’s going to ‘let him do his own thing’ - whatever that is.”
Mike frowned, a look that didn’t suit him very well. Allison suspected that he’d be rather rugged in a few years’ time, but right now he had that half-finished look so typical of teenaged boys, all the different parts of his body growing at a different rate. It made him come across as a bit awkward and defensive, even though he was certainly bright - being the recipient of the annual Google scholarship.
“How the hell did he manage that? Seriously - what’s so bloody special about Alexander Saxon?”
“I’m the cleverest boy in the world!” the youth in question cut in, appearing at the end of the long desk and smiling brightly at Allison.
“Right...” Mike said, not at all impressed, as Chelsea’s eyes darted from Alex and back to Allison.
“Oh my God, are you two...? I saw you talking yesterday-”
“Well - that’s...” Allison said, feeling painfully awkward, and leaving the sentence hanging, because there was no proper answer. Alex, to her immense relief, stayed silent.
But as she shoved the last of her things into her bag, she pulled herself together.
“Um, Alex? Can I talk to you?”
“I am entirely at your disposal,” he said, inclining his head, and Allison tried - not very successfully - to ignore Chelsea’s intensely curious eyes that she could feel following them as they left the room.
“So?” he asked, once they were halfway down the corridor, and she stopped, trying to remember the lines she’d practised.
“It’s... I mean- I like you, it’s just... you’re not really my type, you know? So...”
Fantastic - now she couldn’t even speak in complete sentences. Alex however was apparently able to interpret her incoherent ramblings.
“You saying you just want to be friends?”
She nodded - feeling horribly self-conscious - but Alex just shrugged, apparently not at all bothered.
“Well... Friendships tend to last longer - and involve less heartbreak - than romances, so... count me in.”
“OK,” she replied, a little put-out, and he chuckled.
“I just want to get to know you better. Yesterday you managed to tell me hardly anything at all about yourself, which was rather clever. And I like clever people.”
“Oh,” she said, thinking that really it hadn’t been hard to be secretive since he could probably talk the legs off an elephant. But - if the not-dating was sorted she could maybe get to the other part of her plan.
“Actually, I was wondering... my alarm clock broke and I need a soldering iron to fix it-”
“Oh, that would be no problem at all!” he responded happily. “I’ve got a toolbox as big as... a big thing. You wanna come round now and pick it up? My flat’s only 5 minutes’ walk away...”
“Sure,” she said, smiling cautiously. This had all gone so much easier than anticipated...
As they walked out of the college a little later, he turned to her.
“Can I just ask - why do you have an alarm clock? Most people just use their mobiles.”
“Um... I’m afraid my phone needs to live in my bag, or I’ll lose it. Also my alarm is quite old and pretty and I like it.”
He smiled, something playing in his eyes that she couldn’t put her finger on. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”
During the walk to his flat he managed to extract various other pieces of information, such as the fact that she was the second-youngest of five, that both her parents were teachers (although her mum was now retired), and listened with genuine attentiveness as she expanded on the quirks of her siblings.
The flat was located on the second floor of a nice, newly renovated building, and as they entered - Alex throwing his denim jacket and bag over a peg before gentlemanly offering to take hers - there was a “Welcome home brain box!” from somewhere inside.
Alex grinned, and walked through into the large, open plan living area. Unlike what Allison had been imagining, the place was almost spotless, the only signs of occupation being a few scattered books and letters on the dining table.
“I see you finally managed to get out of bed,” Alex said drolly to the boy who was lounging on the sofa, finishing off a piece of toast.
Allison found herself just staring. Alex’s flatmate was without a doubt the single most beautiful person she’d ever seen. Flawless tanned skin, large, dark brown eyes and cheekbones to die for, combined with perfectly formed lips, gave the impression of an angel who’d accidentally fallen out of the sky. A rather fashionable angel, it had to be said... His hair - wavy brown and touching his shoulders - looked like he’d spent at least an hour styling it, and he had clearly put a lot of thought and effort into his outfit, which was so casually hip that she wondered if maybe he was a model.
“Oh Allison, this is my peacock - also known as Josh. Josh, this is Allison.”
Josh jumped up, and Allison tried her best to return her face to normal.
“Hello Allison, nice to meet you. Architecture.”
She smiled, telling herself that she really ought to stop judging people on their appearance.
“You too. And I’m NatSci.”
Josh’s eyes were entirely too keen, and he smiled teasingly as he shot Alex a loaded look. “So... is romance blossoming amongst the bunsen burners and the petri dishes?”
“No, we’re just friends,” Alex said, in a tone of voice that Allison knew entirely too well, as she used it all the time on her siblings. It said ‘Back off or you’re going to get hurt!’
“Allison has just come to borrow something.” He frowned as his eyes darted behind Josh and took in the sofa with a disapproving glare.
“Did you deliberately throw crumbs everywhere?”
“Maybe I did,” Josh replied, lifting an eyebrow and turning round to swipe a host of bread crumbs on the floor, before yelling “Bob!” at the top of his voice.
Allison followed this exchange with great puzzlement (Alex was house proud? And who was ‘Bob’?), but then she heard a dim buzzing noise and a dark blue, faintly sparkly dome scuttled into sight.
She smiled in delight.
“You’ve got a voice-activated roomba? Cool!”
“Around the sofa,” Josh instructed, and the roomba hummed off, zigzagging the floor happily.
Alex smirked. “I figured we needed something to tidy up after Josh and Matt - that’s our other friend - since they’ve not got their mums to look after them anymore. They’re a bit... how shall I put it... spoiled.”
“Says you!” Josh countered, and Allison found herself beginning to take to him - here was obviously someone not at all impressed with Alex’s high opinion of himself.
“I’m spoiled, but I was never mollycoddled,” Alex replied, just as ‘Bob’ finished off, and then started speaking, its voice female and very cultured - a bit like an old-fashioned BBC presenter.
“Alexander, you have not introduced me to your friend.”
Allison stared at the blue dome in surprise, and Alex chuckled.
“I’m very sorry. Bob, this is Allison.”
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Allison.”
“Um... likewise,” she replied, and looked at Alex. “It... talks?”
He shrugged. “Just added a smidgen of AI. It’s nothing really, I just thought it’d be nice to have a female voice around. And it tells people off if they don’t tidy up after themselves.”
He grinned, and Josh rolled his eyes.
“As I told you yesterday, I’ve been improving on the white goods.”
She felt like saying that there was a difference between improving performance and adding artificial intelligence - and damn, how did he have access to that kind of technology? Did he get it from Luke Smith? But since saying ‘Actually, can I borrow your roomba too, so I can take it to pieces and discover what you did to it?’ was a bit rude, she searched for something else to say.
“Why ‘Bob’?”
“From Blackadder? The girl who dresses up as a boy?”
“Oh. I see. That... makes sense I guess.”
“Anyway! Soldering iron - please follow me.”
His bedroom was as tidy as everywhere else, and contained a bed, a large, built-in wardrobe, and a desk, with a well stocked bookshelf above. The only thing that hinted at any kind of personal touch was an old cricket bat under the desk, and two large, framed movie posters on the walls - one for ‘Return of the Jedi’ and one for ‘Serenity’. The Serenity one was rather unusual, and not one she’d seen before - all gorgeous blues, and with a determined Mal looking over River’s shoulder.
“You’re a Firefly fan?” she asked, and he turned from the door of the wardrobe, surprised.
“Um... ish? I just like that movie. It’s...”
He stopped, and she waited as he gathered his thoughts, absentmindedly twisting a pendant he wore around his neck.
“Well, I love Star Wars - I mean, who doesn’t - but... Star Wars is a fairy tale. Good and evil is all... simplified. Serenity gets much closer to the truth.”
“The truth?” she echoed, surprised. Surely he wasn’t one of those weirdoes who didn’t believe in aliens...
He chuckled, but there was an odd seriousness in his eyes.
“The truth about people. All people, anywhere, anywhen.”
She didn’t quite know how to respond to that. Thankfully he didn’t seem inclined to continue down philosophy avenue.
“So - are you a fan then?”
She shrugged. “Sorta. I mentioned that my dad’s a feminist, right? One fall out from that is that I’ve had Joss Whedon’s work crammed down my throat my whole life. Seriously, I can remember watching TV with him when I was little and getting a sweetie every time I correctly identified a ‘strong female character’.”
Alex laughed. “I like him already! You’ll have to introduce me sometime.”
As he turned back to the wardrobe, bringing out an enormous toolbox, Allison’s attention was caught by something on the Star Wars poster.
Taking a closer look, she saw that someone had written ‘I’m so much prettier’ across Han Solo in silver pen.
Holding up a soldiering iron, Alex caught her looking.
“Don’t ask. No really, don’t ask. And here’s what you’re wanting!”
She thanked him, and then wondered out loud if there wasn’t anything she could do to for him in return. He shook his head, but then inspiration struck.
“Do you like plum jam?” she asked, and he considered this.
“I think so,” he finally replied. “I like plums, so it ought to follow that I like plum jam. Why?”
“Because I’ve got a large crate of my mum’s home-made plum jam under my bed, and I’m worried that it’ll be mouldy before I’m halfway through eating it.”
“Well if you want rid of it, I’ll happily take a jar,” he said. “And with Matt and Josh around... yeah, it’ll be gone like dew before the sun.”
“Might give you a few jars then - my mum still has mountains at home. We have a plum tree in the garden and it just... grows. It’s like it knows that mum retired and devoted herself to gardening, and is trying to make sure she’s got plenty to do.”
Alex tilted his head. “My mum likes gardening too... Well, after a fashion. She’s got a rose garden - like Josephine, you know.”
Allison stared at him blankly. “Sorry, who?”
“Josephine? Empress of France; Napoleon’s wife? She loved roses. Mum thinks her a neat role model, all the infidelities apart of course.”
If there was an appropriate answer to this, Allison didn’t know it. Alex chucked at her confusion.
“Did I not mention that my family is... wildly eccentric?”
As she walked down the road shortly afterwards, soldering iron carefully tucked in her bag, Allison thought to herself that having Alexander Saxon as a friend could prove even more interesting than she had anticipated.
Chapter 4.
Summary: Allison had always thought that university would be an adventure. But she'd not imagined that she'd end up dating Harold Saxon's son.
Setting: 2025 (AU post-Sound of Drums)
Characters: OCs, the Doctor (10th), Lucy, Jack.
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2250 words.
Throughout the next morning’s lecture Allison found it hard to concentrate. Alex was there, of course, as usual sat at the very back of the class, although she noticed that this time he didn’t even make a pretence at taking notes. As soon as he arrived - shooting her a swift smile as he walked up the steps - he brought out a laptop and never so much as looked up through the lesson, obviously engrossed in whatever he was doing.
She herself had got to the lecture nice and early, bagging a seat next to Chelsea.
Chelsea wore too much makeup, had California style bleached-blonde hair, and her ambition was to become ‘a hot, famous scientist’. She was also fun, forthright and a bit gossipy, and Allison liked her an awful lot - having no doubts that she’d easily fulfil her ambitions and more besides.
Of course Allison then ended up with Mike on the other side, since he was doing his best to pursue Chelsea - in spite of the young lady’s complete lack of interest. Allison didn’t know whether to admire his tenacity, or tell him to get a grip.
As the lecture ended Mike leaned towards Allison, nodding towards the top row, having also clearly noted Alex’s complete and utter non-participation.
“What’s up with that?”
Chelsea shook her head, clueless, and Allison shrugged.
“He said that he’d talked to the Professor and she’s going to ‘let him do his own thing’ - whatever that is.”
Mike frowned, a look that didn’t suit him very well. Allison suspected that he’d be rather rugged in a few years’ time, but right now he had that half-finished look so typical of teenaged boys, all the different parts of his body growing at a different rate. It made him come across as a bit awkward and defensive, even though he was certainly bright - being the recipient of the annual Google scholarship.
“How the hell did he manage that? Seriously - what’s so bloody special about Alexander Saxon?”
“I’m the cleverest boy in the world!” the youth in question cut in, appearing at the end of the long desk and smiling brightly at Allison.
“Right...” Mike said, not at all impressed, as Chelsea’s eyes darted from Alex and back to Allison.
“Oh my God, are you two...? I saw you talking yesterday-”
“Well - that’s...” Allison said, feeling painfully awkward, and leaving the sentence hanging, because there was no proper answer. Alex, to her immense relief, stayed silent.
But as she shoved the last of her things into her bag, she pulled herself together.
“Um, Alex? Can I talk to you?”
“I am entirely at your disposal,” he said, inclining his head, and Allison tried - not very successfully - to ignore Chelsea’s intensely curious eyes that she could feel following them as they left the room.
“So?” he asked, once they were halfway down the corridor, and she stopped, trying to remember the lines she’d practised.
“It’s... I mean- I like you, it’s just... you’re not really my type, you know? So...”
Fantastic - now she couldn’t even speak in complete sentences. Alex however was apparently able to interpret her incoherent ramblings.
“You saying you just want to be friends?”
She nodded - feeling horribly self-conscious - but Alex just shrugged, apparently not at all bothered.
“Well... Friendships tend to last longer - and involve less heartbreak - than romances, so... count me in.”
“OK,” she replied, a little put-out, and he chuckled.
“I just want to get to know you better. Yesterday you managed to tell me hardly anything at all about yourself, which was rather clever. And I like clever people.”
“Oh,” she said, thinking that really it hadn’t been hard to be secretive since he could probably talk the legs off an elephant. But - if the not-dating was sorted she could maybe get to the other part of her plan.
“Actually, I was wondering... my alarm clock broke and I need a soldering iron to fix it-”
“Oh, that would be no problem at all!” he responded happily. “I’ve got a toolbox as big as... a big thing. You wanna come round now and pick it up? My flat’s only 5 minutes’ walk away...”
“Sure,” she said, smiling cautiously. This had all gone so much easier than anticipated...
As they walked out of the college a little later, he turned to her.
“Can I just ask - why do you have an alarm clock? Most people just use their mobiles.”
“Um... I’m afraid my phone needs to live in my bag, or I’ll lose it. Also my alarm is quite old and pretty and I like it.”
He smiled, something playing in his eyes that she couldn’t put her finger on. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”
During the walk to his flat he managed to extract various other pieces of information, such as the fact that she was the second-youngest of five, that both her parents were teachers (although her mum was now retired), and listened with genuine attentiveness as she expanded on the quirks of her siblings.
The flat was located on the second floor of a nice, newly renovated building, and as they entered - Alex throwing his denim jacket and bag over a peg before gentlemanly offering to take hers - there was a “Welcome home brain box!” from somewhere inside.
Alex grinned, and walked through into the large, open plan living area. Unlike what Allison had been imagining, the place was almost spotless, the only signs of occupation being a few scattered books and letters on the dining table.
“I see you finally managed to get out of bed,” Alex said drolly to the boy who was lounging on the sofa, finishing off a piece of toast.
Allison found herself just staring. Alex’s flatmate was without a doubt the single most beautiful person she’d ever seen. Flawless tanned skin, large, dark brown eyes and cheekbones to die for, combined with perfectly formed lips, gave the impression of an angel who’d accidentally fallen out of the sky. A rather fashionable angel, it had to be said... His hair - wavy brown and touching his shoulders - looked like he’d spent at least an hour styling it, and he had clearly put a lot of thought and effort into his outfit, which was so casually hip that she wondered if maybe he was a model.
“Oh Allison, this is my peacock - also known as Josh. Josh, this is Allison.”
Josh jumped up, and Allison tried her best to return her face to normal.
“Hello Allison, nice to meet you. Architecture.”
She smiled, telling herself that she really ought to stop judging people on their appearance.
“You too. And I’m NatSci.”
Josh’s eyes were entirely too keen, and he smiled teasingly as he shot Alex a loaded look. “So... is romance blossoming amongst the bunsen burners and the petri dishes?”
“No, we’re just friends,” Alex said, in a tone of voice that Allison knew entirely too well, as she used it all the time on her siblings. It said ‘Back off or you’re going to get hurt!’
“Allison has just come to borrow something.” He frowned as his eyes darted behind Josh and took in the sofa with a disapproving glare.
“Did you deliberately throw crumbs everywhere?”
“Maybe I did,” Josh replied, lifting an eyebrow and turning round to swipe a host of bread crumbs on the floor, before yelling “Bob!” at the top of his voice.
Allison followed this exchange with great puzzlement (Alex was house proud? And who was ‘Bob’?), but then she heard a dim buzzing noise and a dark blue, faintly sparkly dome scuttled into sight.
She smiled in delight.
“You’ve got a voice-activated roomba? Cool!”
“Around the sofa,” Josh instructed, and the roomba hummed off, zigzagging the floor happily.
Alex smirked. “I figured we needed something to tidy up after Josh and Matt - that’s our other friend - since they’ve not got their mums to look after them anymore. They’re a bit... how shall I put it... spoiled.”
“Says you!” Josh countered, and Allison found herself beginning to take to him - here was obviously someone not at all impressed with Alex’s high opinion of himself.
“I’m spoiled, but I was never mollycoddled,” Alex replied, just as ‘Bob’ finished off, and then started speaking, its voice female and very cultured - a bit like an old-fashioned BBC presenter.
“Alexander, you have not introduced me to your friend.”
Allison stared at the blue dome in surprise, and Alex chuckled.
“I’m very sorry. Bob, this is Allison.”
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Allison.”
“Um... likewise,” she replied, and looked at Alex. “It... talks?”
He shrugged. “Just added a smidgen of AI. It’s nothing really, I just thought it’d be nice to have a female voice around. And it tells people off if they don’t tidy up after themselves.”
He grinned, and Josh rolled his eyes.
“As I told you yesterday, I’ve been improving on the white goods.”
She felt like saying that there was a difference between improving performance and adding artificial intelligence - and damn, how did he have access to that kind of technology? Did he get it from Luke Smith? But since saying ‘Actually, can I borrow your roomba too, so I can take it to pieces and discover what you did to it?’ was a bit rude, she searched for something else to say.
“Why ‘Bob’?”
“From Blackadder? The girl who dresses up as a boy?”
“Oh. I see. That... makes sense I guess.”
“Anyway! Soldering iron - please follow me.”
His bedroom was as tidy as everywhere else, and contained a bed, a large, built-in wardrobe, and a desk, with a well stocked bookshelf above. The only thing that hinted at any kind of personal touch was an old cricket bat under the desk, and two large, framed movie posters on the walls - one for ‘Return of the Jedi’ and one for ‘Serenity’. The Serenity one was rather unusual, and not one she’d seen before - all gorgeous blues, and with a determined Mal looking over River’s shoulder.
“You’re a Firefly fan?” she asked, and he turned from the door of the wardrobe, surprised.
“Um... ish? I just like that movie. It’s...”
He stopped, and she waited as he gathered his thoughts, absentmindedly twisting a pendant he wore around his neck.
“Well, I love Star Wars - I mean, who doesn’t - but... Star Wars is a fairy tale. Good and evil is all... simplified. Serenity gets much closer to the truth.”
“The truth?” she echoed, surprised. Surely he wasn’t one of those weirdoes who didn’t believe in aliens...
He chuckled, but there was an odd seriousness in his eyes.
“The truth about people. All people, anywhere, anywhen.”
She didn’t quite know how to respond to that. Thankfully he didn’t seem inclined to continue down philosophy avenue.
“So - are you a fan then?”
She shrugged. “Sorta. I mentioned that my dad’s a feminist, right? One fall out from that is that I’ve had Joss Whedon’s work crammed down my throat my whole life. Seriously, I can remember watching TV with him when I was little and getting a sweetie every time I correctly identified a ‘strong female character’.”
Alex laughed. “I like him already! You’ll have to introduce me sometime.”
As he turned back to the wardrobe, bringing out an enormous toolbox, Allison’s attention was caught by something on the Star Wars poster.
Taking a closer look, she saw that someone had written ‘I’m so much prettier’ across Han Solo in silver pen.
Holding up a soldiering iron, Alex caught her looking.
“Don’t ask. No really, don’t ask. And here’s what you’re wanting!”
She thanked him, and then wondered out loud if there wasn’t anything she could do to for him in return. He shook his head, but then inspiration struck.
“Do you like plum jam?” she asked, and he considered this.
“I think so,” he finally replied. “I like plums, so it ought to follow that I like plum jam. Why?”
“Because I’ve got a large crate of my mum’s home-made plum jam under my bed, and I’m worried that it’ll be mouldy before I’m halfway through eating it.”
“Well if you want rid of it, I’ll happily take a jar,” he said. “And with Matt and Josh around... yeah, it’ll be gone like dew before the sun.”
“Might give you a few jars then - my mum still has mountains at home. We have a plum tree in the garden and it just... grows. It’s like it knows that mum retired and devoted herself to gardening, and is trying to make sure she’s got plenty to do.”
Alex tilted his head. “My mum likes gardening too... Well, after a fashion. She’s got a rose garden - like Josephine, you know.”
Allison stared at him blankly. “Sorry, who?”
“Josephine? Empress of France; Napoleon’s wife? She loved roses. Mum thinks her a neat role model, all the infidelities apart of course.”
If there was an appropriate answer to this, Allison didn’t know it. Alex chucked at her confusion.
“Did I not mention that my family is... wildly eccentric?”
As she walked down the road shortly afterwards, soldering iron carefully tucked in her bag, Allison thought to herself that having Alexander Saxon as a friend could prove even more interesting than she had anticipated.
Chapter 4.
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Oh there'll be more on that, trust me. :)
and I'm looking forward to further adventures of Alex and Allison, whenever you get the chance.
Aw, thank you. I hope you'll think it worth waiting for!
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That was so Jack, wasn't it.
I was delighted to see another bit of this story. I'm really enjoying it. I sill enjoy Allison's POV. It's interesting to see how she perceives Alex's eccentricities.
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Ooooh, yes! I'm so glad you picked up on that! :D
I was delighted to see another bit of this story. I'm really enjoying it.
\o/ There is SO MUCH MORE TO COME OMG. It just keeps on growing...
I sill enjoy Allison's POV. It's interesting to see how she perceives Alex's eccentricities.
It's proving a very interesting way to write, partly exploring how Allison gets to know Alex, and partly working out how he navigates the world.
Also, thank you lots for reading! *sends numerous hugs*
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Nice little bit of meta re: Firefly. Hee!
And cute interactions with the roomies.
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Well you can keep saying it, it won't get old! :)
Nice little bit of meta re: Firefly. Hee!
Thanks. It's fun to write...
And cute interactions with the roomies.
It's worrying how the OCs are multiplying. I'll try to keep them to a minimum, honest. Thank you for reading though, this was lovely to wake up to!
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So thank you!
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– I’ve mentioned somewhere already that I love Allison, right?
she saw that someone had written ‘I’m so much prettier’ across Han Solo in silver pen.
– Oh, Jack...
She’s got a rose garden - like Josephine, you know.
– Missed the Thrones, Dominations reference the first time around. :)
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Quite probably, but I am always happy for people to repeat it! (I still sometimes have to pinch myself that Allison - and this whole fic! - came from what was almost a throw-away sentence in 'To Save A Life'...)
– Oh, Jack...
In one of my other stories I have him claim that great swathes of Luke's life, and Han Solo's character, are based on him. (He once got drunk with some film students and talked a little too much...)
– Missed the Thrones, Dominations reference the first time around. :)
That took me a second, as it's not actually Thrones, Dominations that I had in mind, but a book called Desirée by Annemarie Selinko, which I love to pieces.
Also - you seem to be actually doing the commenting-chapter-by-chapter...
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– This explains so much.
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“Hey!” Spike called out. “You just quoted... what’s-its-thingy... Blade Runner!”
The Immortal raised an eyebrow.
“How do you know Blade Runner isn’t quoting me?”
Angel - insults forgotten - stared at the man sitting in his bed.
“What... what are you saying?”
Their (former?) adversary shrugged lightly. “Spent one night getting drunk with a bunch of film students, and in return my life gets ripped off for ever more. Seriously - do not get me started on Star Wars! You must get that a lot too I suspect, being vampires and all?”