Hallelujah!
Jun. 14th, 2002 01:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cybermathwitchI've actually finished a new fic! This is a huge, huge, huge thing for me... it's the first one I've finished in over almost two years!
::does the happy dance of fanfic joy::
If you'd like to read it, go
Title: Upside Down
Author: Koren M.
E-mail: ravenambr@comcast.net
Archiving: Anywhere, just let me know.
Fandom: Witchblade (TV)
Rating: PG (for language)
Warnings/Indications: f/f themes (but no actually 'ship), first-person POV
Pairings: Sara/Conchobar-ish
Characters: Sara
Spoilers: "Diplopia" and "Sacrifice" (both minor)
Disclaimers: Witchblade, all it's characters, etc. don't belong to me. They belong to the great minds at Top Cow, TNT, and AOL/Time Warner.
Summary: Yet another thing in Sara's life turned upside down.
Author's Notes: My attempt to rationalize Sara's discussion/argument with Jake about sexuality and her falling for Conchobar.
***
All through high school, I tried the whole guy/girl thing. And every freakin' time something went horribly wrong. It was Maria who first suggested I just give up on them for good surprisingly enough - especially considering that she was with a new boy every other day. By the time I'd graduated, I'd started ignoring dating all together, and I kept it that way until I was almost 21. That's the first time I went out with, and later slept with, a woman. It worked better than any of the relationships I'd ever had with men. I've never really called myself "lesbian", but that's as much because I've never had any desire to broadcast it as anything else.
But now there are these dreams.
I wasn't joking the day that I blasted Jake about not making assumptions. I'm pretty sure he thinks that I was, that I just wanted to shake him up to prove a point. I didn't even mean to tell him, but he had me seriously pissed off. Hell, I'd never even told *Danny*. It figures that as soon as I decided to come out of the closet something would happen to turn my assumptions about myself upside down. I had to start having these goddamn dreams.
And then *he* showed up, in the living flesh, and that insidious whisper that's taken up residence inside my brain started telling me all about how it had been between us once upon a time. And showing me, in a full VR5 experience, just what it was like with him.
I guess I'm just one more thing I don't know a damn thing about anymore.
***
Fini.
::does the happy dance of fanfic joy::
If you'd like to read it, go
Title: Upside Down
Author: Koren M.
E-mail: ravenambr@comcast.net
Archiving: Anywhere, just let me know.
Fandom: Witchblade (TV)
Rating: PG (for language)
Warnings/Indications: f/f themes (but no actually 'ship), first-person POV
Pairings: Sara/Conchobar-ish
Characters: Sara
Spoilers: "Diplopia" and "Sacrifice" (both minor)
Disclaimers: Witchblade, all it's characters, etc. don't belong to me. They belong to the great minds at Top Cow, TNT, and AOL/Time Warner.
Summary: Yet another thing in Sara's life turned upside down.
Author's Notes: My attempt to rationalize Sara's discussion/argument with Jake about sexuality and her falling for Conchobar.
***
All through high school, I tried the whole guy/girl thing. And every freakin' time something went horribly wrong. It was Maria who first suggested I just give up on them for good surprisingly enough - especially considering that she was with a new boy every other day. By the time I'd graduated, I'd started ignoring dating all together, and I kept it that way until I was almost 21. That's the first time I went out with, and later slept with, a woman. It worked better than any of the relationships I'd ever had with men. I've never really called myself "lesbian", but that's as much because I've never had any desire to broadcast it as anything else.
But now there are these dreams.
I wasn't joking the day that I blasted Jake about not making assumptions. I'm pretty sure he thinks that I was, that I just wanted to shake him up to prove a point. I didn't even mean to tell him, but he had me seriously pissed off. Hell, I'd never even told *Danny*. It figures that as soon as I decided to come out of the closet something would happen to turn my assumptions about myself upside down. I had to start having these goddamn dreams.
And then *he* showed up, in the living flesh, and that insidious whisper that's taken up residence inside my brain started telling me all about how it had been between us once upon a time. And showing me, in a full VR5 experience, just what it was like with him.
I guess I'm just one more thing I don't know a damn thing about anymore.
***
Fini.
