Sorry

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Everybody's apologizing to characters for all the things they've done. But mostly I feel I need to apologize to characters for the stories I haven't written.



Dear Jim and Blair:

I'm sorry I never managed to write you six weeks of domestic adjustment and no-latex safe sex. I'm sorry I never did that weird PWP where Blair couldn't move either his hands or his mouth. I'm sorry I never wrote the one where Blair wouldn't say "I love you" and Jim wouldn't admit to being bi. I'm sorry I gave the Jim-bugs-the-loft idea to Livia when I knew perfectly well she was too busy to get it done.

I was going to apologize for never writing the one where Blair gets fed up and moves to North Carolina and takes up with a girl named Ashby before Jim comes riding in to win him back, but maybe you're grateful I never got around to that one.


Dear Scott:

Livia and I are both very sorry that we never got around to finding you a nice, normal boyfriend.


Dear Fraser and Ray:

I'm sorry those two PWPs were stillborn. The idea of giving Fraser hypothermia in Florida still tickles me, and I still think it would be possible, if not exactly easy, to write a sexually inhibited Ray. But I probably won't.

I'm sorry that I lost inspiration for making Ray pass as a Canadian, too, especially after Obelix's lovely French lessons. But the RCMP re-enactor dentist people took down their website, so what could I do?


Dear Hermione:

I'm sorry I didn't take better notes on that femslash story I was going to do for you. All I remember now is that it was going to be called "Ligature." If there's actually another three-dimensional female in the novels, drop me a line and tell me who and I'll get right to work, OK?


Dear Krycek and Seven:

I still think you two would have been great together, but since I know practically nothing about either of your shows, I would most likely have embarrassed myself. Still, Seven, sorry for depriving you of the opportunity of hacking into the nation's digital infrastructure and solving the Y2K problem while getting mistaken for a drag queen.


Dear Chon and Roy:

I'm sorry that even with Kass's help I'm not interested enough in your story to make a couple of little minuscule changes and post the stupid thing.


Dear Ender and Bean:

I'm sorry I couldn't manage to get the two of you on the same planet once you were past puberty.

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