Check-In – Day 27

[samuraiter]

And it's Saturday. Already. Somehow. What have you been doing?

— Thinking. Maybe a little, maybe a lot.
— Writing.
— Planning and / or researching.
— Editing.
— Sending things to the beta.
— Posting!
— Relaxing, taking a break, etc.
— Other stuff-ing. Look at the comment.

Today is the day for posting snippets and the like if you are so inclined.

Comments

[linaewen]

Today I'm helping a student with some editing on a term paper. Hopefully I'll get some time to myself for my own writing, too, but it's a busier Saturday than usual, so we'll see!

[dirty_diana]

writing! Early session for me, we will see if I can keep it up.

[innitmarvelous_og]

I wrote some before going to Endgame and now I am trying not to lose it.

[doranwen]

Well, I didn't end up with any new writing - but my new alpha reader got back to me and I left some comments in reply! So that's progress. Plus a lot of thinking about a couple of the fics I've had on my plate. I'm hopeful. :)


I didn't write it recently, but below is the first scene of the fic I'm working on (and I did edit one little tiny bit of it tonight in response to my alpha/beta's suggestions, so I can claim it as a recent snippet that way, lol) - the first line is straight out of the TV show (but I take it a different direction than what was shown on the screen):


Noelle laughed. "Ahh, I don't know. Bounce in your step, twinkle in your eye… I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were in love."

Sam stopped cold and watched her continue walking inside. In love? Andy's face rose to the front of his mind unbidden. OK, he felt something for her, but then he'd felt things for a few other women over the years. The relationships were enjoyable while they lasted, but eventually it became clear that the fun was over, and he moved on. Andy, however, he had never put in those categories. She was different. For one, she was his rookie, he reminded himself. Until she was cut loose, he was responsible for training her to be a great cop—and any kind of relationship beyond that of training officer and rookie was out of the question. He had told himself he felt nothing more for her beyond that—though he would also consider her a friend of sorts…

He shook his head, attempting to clear it from the confusion that had been unleashed with Noelle's words. Right now Andy was his rookie—as well as the woman who had come to him when she needed someone. If he wanted to bring her coffee, it didn't mean more than that. His memories of how well she could kiss were crystal clear, but she had also walked out when the lights came back on. They really needed to talk at some point.

He entered the station and began scanning the people there in hopes of spotting a familiar ponytail. After a minute, he had to confess he was out of luck, and set her coffee down on a desk out of the way of traffic—where he could keep an eye on it should someone mess with it. Noelle's words had him extra cautious about holding onto it until she arrived; someone was bound to spot it and start questioning the relationship between them, and that was the last thing she needed right then. Andy was a good cop, but if they thought she'd been given any favors because of his feelings towards her, that black mark might never come off her record. Whatever he did or didn't feel towards her, he wasn't about to damage her record as a cop.

Five minutes later, he was in the middle of a conversation with Noelle when he spotted her at last. He quickly excused himself and made his way over to her, with a side trip to pick up the extra coffee. "Here," he said, holding it out to her. "Thought you could use it."

Her expression shifted between discomfort and gratitude, finally settling on the latter. "Thanks," she said softly, and took a sip.

He picked his next words carefully. "Ready to be back?" Handling Andy was like dealing with a wild animal, or maybe the proverbial colt, he had decided: she was skittish and easily spooked. Say the wrong thing and she'd bolt.

"Yeah." Her eyes darted away from his for a moment, then returned. "We should talk. Since we haven't seen each other since… well, you know."

He bit back a grin and glanced at the clock. At any moment there would be some sort of announcement about the retraining. "Sure—in a few minutes?"

"Uh, yeah, OK."

And there was nervous McNally again. Sam almost smiled to himself. He had to wonder, though, what she was going to come out with. A feeling of dread crept over him as he realized what her instinctive reaction would probably be. He was glad when Frank's voice cut into his thoughts, and he focused on his new boss, teasing him about the white shirt.