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I should probably figure out - before I finish the larger piece I'm going to hammer these little pieces into being part of - which community I should post to/chuck a link at. I barely read my flist any more, it's just impossible to keep up.

Right, well, I'm afraid I'll be doing exactly what, no doubt, the entire damn fandom is doing right now - writing sad fanfic.

So, here's the first one. A Lestrade-centric, post-Fall fic for which I will, naturally, require a warning for discussion of suicide. No pairing, also features Mycroft and Molly.


( The Next Fall )

OH lovely. LJ is sending me notifications from a week ago. Again.

Oh dear, I'm really getting good at this homework avoidance.

Another little Molly/Lestrade piece, set after S2E1. Minimal spoilers.

Now with fixed formatting. Again. WHY do you do this to me LJ?

( Read more... )

Molly's POV during the Christmas party and a little after. Also, ffs, if ANYONE can tell me how I get this thing to format properly, I'm all ears.

( here be spoilery fic )

Right, well, I've mostly been on tumblr lately, and I did tell myself I wouldn't write anything until all three episodes had aired, but...

Sod it. I've got homework to avoid, damnit. And I *could not* pick up the most boring book in the world until I'd written this.

It is, obviously, spoilery, and Lestrade-centric. And because it's just homework-avoidance, nothing really happens. Sorry, I mean, it's a character study.

( Looking without seeing )

Moved to a new house, still with P and M, and I'm a bit behind on my OU because of that, but got my first assignment done and marked, next one's due next Friday, got the entire unit to do before then, though. Eep. Even with what's been going on that's doable, though.

Lost my car key in the move, which is going to be expensive (no, I don't have key cover) though having completely failed to sell my previous car has proved to be a good thing as I *do* have the key for that. However, because M has a severe tobacco allergy (which may or may not be psychosomatic, but whatever, the effect is there) she can't go in that car, so I've had to keep running over to the garage near the old house to collect my beloved deathtrap Heinz the austin mini, which she doesn't react to. Though I smoked in that, too, before it got filled with petrol when it got rear-ended and the tank ruptured, so... whatever.

I can't just run that as my only car, however, because KJ (one of P's other girlfriends and mother of Small, was in a motorbike accident and I can't run someone that battered around in Heinz because apart from anything else, she's having enough trouble getting in a normally sized car. Basically what happened was that as she was approaching a mini-roundabout and the right-of-way hers, a car pulled out from the left, realised it shouldn't have done and instead of carrying on out of the way, just stopped, and she ploughed straight into the side of it. The driver has admitted full responsibility and been charged with driving without due care and attention... but has turned out to be uninsured. Or to have given a maiden/married name to the police when her insurance is in the other name/her husband's name, so... shit there is getting complicated.

As if KJ didn't have enough to deal with already, what with a smashed hand, bruises all over, a sliced up face and black eye, a possible trapped nerve in her thigh and oh yes, two sodding great puncture wounds to the gut where she was impaled on her handlbars. So yeah, she's been having to go to the hospital and doctors and all sorts and tomorrow we have to go collect her bike and, to add insult to quite literal injury, she's got to pay £190 storage charges, which she won't see for some time if at all because of the likelihood that the responsible party not having a valid insurance policy. So the initial reaction of "just make her go on the driver awareness course" is rapidly becoming "throw the fucking book at her".

I just got emailed my OU tutor details, and apparently my books arrived yesterday.
On the one hand WOOHOO, on the other OHFUCKWHYDOIDOTHIS?

But real life has sort of taken over. Can't write, not even read LJ since the problems with logging in a few weeks back. Also only just repaired the laptop.

…would you prefer:

• an hour’s driving lesson in a Seat Ibiza in a car park
• 15 minutes driving a Lamborghini, Ferrari or Aston Martin then a high-speed passenger lap
• a 2.5 hour group Rally Driving lesson (25 minutes actual driving)?

She’s a total petrolhead, but I’m concerned that the driving lesson might be a bit dull for a present, the supercar thing might be too short and that the rally thing she’ll be stuck in a car with three 15-year-old boys who’ll be horrible to her.