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fandomhighdorms2009-12-06 10:44 pm
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Roof - Late Sunday Evening
George sat on the edge of the roof, looking out over the island that would eventually be his doman.
Once his tintillium concern came through, of course.
For now he was simply brooding over his lost love. She who was his ...sister.
Once his tintillium concern came through, of course.
For now he was simply brooding over his lost love. She who was his ...sister.

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He was like a cat.
"Jean!" A gorgeous lass not related to him. "Me darlin'."
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"Oh, George! I've missed you so much!"
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He really hadn't.
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"I've been here. Waiting for you, my love!" Even when she'd been in South Africa. Helping the children learn how to do chemistry.
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"Have you -" the dashes were silent. "-found yourself?"
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"I -" he sighed. "- manage as I can. My tintillium concerns are - but you don't need to hear that. What did you find me for or was this simply serendipity speaking again as we meet on the roof like when we met for the very first time."
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"Oh, It's just---the brain cancer. It's back."
With a vengeance.
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And an army to fight would totally last them til sweeps when she'd get better.
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"And--there's more." So much more. Their joy would be short lived, as always.
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EmmaJean.It was Jean, dear scriptwriters.
"What possibly could there be? Could anything be worse?"
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"Pregnant?" he gasped. "Does it have brain cancer too?"
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lusttrue love," George said, laying his hand over hers. He looked up at her, his voice deepening. "Whatever happens, Jean. I will be there for you and our baby."no subject
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Next episodeTomorrow, we shall start the search for a cure for your brane canserlike a bandaid," George promised. "And then all three of us will live forever in happiness!"no subject
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