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Fic Update: Armistice (ch 2 of 9)

August 22nd, 2007 (06:03 pm)

where i am: still at work
how i am: chipper
accompanied by: Rik Emmet, Triumph

Summary: Pre-series. A hunt gone terribly wrong prompts John's first trip to Stanford. Dean's hurt and hurting, father and son angst ensues. Chapter 2 of 9.
Rating: T (PG-13), language.
Pairing: None, Gen, Dean and John Winchester
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimers: See my profile page.

by May Robinson

Chapter 2 - FUBAR

John hated hospitals, especially the bigger city ones. Those with their procedures on top of protocols, sophisticated databases with direct links to insurance companies, and cold, distant doctors and nurses who cared more about HMO's and paperwork than they did one beat up kid. Every one of them seemingly indifferent to the lost souls steadfastly watching the clock, rooted to the E/R's nauseatingly pastel waiting room, desperate for news of any kind.

Reno's St. Mary's fell under this category. If it weren't for the fact that their brand spanking new CT-scan and MRI units were considered state of the art by the too-young George Clooney look-alike attending to Dean, John would have already barged through those doors marked "No Entry" and hauled Dean’s ass out of there. He’d have felt a hell of a lot better tracking down a compassionate country doctor with a secretary/nurse/wife that truly wanted to take care of his son.

Twenty minutes before, at just shy of 3:00 a.m., Doctor Ross - or was it Rowe? - had finally parted the swinging doors barricading John from his son. Granting him an audience long enough to proclaim that Dean's only injuries were a significant concussion along with the gash on his head and that he was still unconscious. Sonofabitch hadn't seemed to appreciate John's, "Tell me something I don't know."

Christ, thirty seconds with a penlight had told John that already. What he wanted, needed, to know was why the hell Dean wasn't awake yet?

Which brought him back to the present. Standing in front of the elevators waiting for a ride to transport him to yet another set of walls filled with strangers whispering and pretending to read outdated magazines. Dean had already been wheeled off for the CT-scan, out some secret passageway apparently, nowhere near his dad's line of sight. They needed to get a look inside Dean's head, determine the extent of the unwanted pressure possibly messing with his brain and then, once the scan was done, he'd be admitted to the fourth floor for observation. Fine with John, as long as he was doing the observing.

He'd had three cups of bitter black coffee since he'd driven the Impala into the emergency bay, blasting the horn and demanding help for his son. He didn't actually need the caffeine, adrenaline and a parent's waking nightmare providing enough stimulus to keep him hopped up for days. But the trips to and from the complimentary coffeemaker had helped kill time and the paper cup held between his hands kept them from punching something. . . or someone.

Not nearly soon enough, the doors parted open and John pitched his latest coffee into the trash before stepping into the elevator, punching four and apparently, though quite unintentionally, herding three elderly Asians and a candy-striper into the corner opposite him. Dean always told John, with a certain degree of admiration; he could back down a pissed-off Kodiak. Came in handy most of the time.

Funny how a five foot fuck-all nurse with a touch of grey hair could damn near bring him to his knees.

"Are you Dean Wyman's father?" She asked worriedly, still scanning the other people stepping off the elevator with John. She'd clearly been looking for him. John felt his intestines twist into knots, then slither and roil until he wanted nothing more than to hurl.

"Yeah - uh - yes," John faltered as he stepped away from the lobby, his voice raspy and rough and completely foreign to his own ears. Clearing his throat and straightening his shoulders, regaining something of the military bearing his youngest loathed and his oldest often emulated, he asked, "Why? Where's my son? How's Dean?" The rapid-fire and return of his usual no-nonsense tone making the tiny little thing balk.

The woman had grit though, must have had experience dealing with the stressed-out friends and family of her patients because no sooner had John made her flinch, she inhaled deeply, and then reached out with both hands to grasp his arm and begin guiding him down a hallway. "Let's talk on the way, I'll explain everything I can," she encouraged, leading John toward another set of swinging doors, this time bearing signs reading "St. Mary's Imaging Services" and, more ominously, the notorious "No Entry".

So why were they allowing a civilian past those hallowed doors?

Oh, Dean.

Apparently feeling John tense, Carol - or Karen, whatever the hell she'd said - coaxed him with a tug, starting into the promised explanation. "We were getting your son ready for his CT-scan, Mr. Wyman, when he started showing signs of regaining consciousness."

John's steps faltered. "Dean's awake? Is he all right?" That odd breathless quality in his voice was hope. He hadn't heard it in a while, hadn't had much use for it. Or faith in it. Still he recognized it, sounded just like Sammy begging to stay one more semester in whatever backwater they'd happened to be living in at any given time. He only prayed he'd have more success than poor Sam with his long track record of disappointments.

Her name-tag stated "Sr. Carol Riley, OP" with "Chaplain" beneath in smaller print and John couldn't help but balk at the sight. Sister Carol? Shit. So she wasn't a nurse after all but a freakin' nun of some sort. Minus the Sally Field habit, though. Perfect. Just. Perfect.

Immediately shaking off his bitterness - after all, Jim was a servant of God too and an ally of John's, despite his recent thoughts to the contrary - John decided he really couldn't care less at this point who she was. Queen Elizabeth or Heidi Fleiss, it didn't matter. . . this woman was taking him to his son.

"He is awake but, he's highly agitated, Mr. Wyman," and that was all John needed to spur him onward again.

She tried to grasp his arm once more but John avoided her limited reach, knew where he was headed now and sure as shit didn't need an escort. "Mr. Wyman, please."

She was goddamn lucky she was a woman, never mind a nun. Hospital must've planned it this way, siccing the little thing on him. He'd sure as hell have steam-rolled a man by now. About to straight arm his way through the doors, her gentle plea held him back. Pausing, resting his hands on his hips, he focused his gaze on the off-white tiles beneath his boots, nostrils flaring as he sucked in a few calming breaths before daring to speak. "It's John. Call me John," he said not unkindly before continuing with a little more bite. "Carol? All due respect, Sister, but just spit it out, all right?"

If she took offense to the tone or anything he'd said, John didn't know. He kept his gaze averted, knowing full well that his eyes were flashing danger and, really, in the end he needed this woman on his side. On Dean's side.

"Of course, John," she said, patient. John finally met her eyes and his own softened at the almost amused expression she wore. Clearly she wasn't offended and apparently, now that they'd made eye contact, she was ready to continue. "Dr. Rowe will explain things further but I can tell you that your son's heightened anxiety is not at all uncommon with a concussion, particularly when the frontal lobe is affected."

John knew this, read up on it when necessary. Memory loss, lack of impulse control, moods and emotions out of whack, he'd heard it before. Hated it. "Could just be shock, couldn't it?" Kicking himself, knowing shock could be just as lethal. Still, Dean was safe here, the doctors could monitor him. Head injuries were a different kettle, more tricky.

"Possibly," she answered, the caution in her voice echoing in John's head, mocking his hopefulness, almost sing-songing, 'but we don't think so.' She didn't voice it though, instead went on to explain, "Either way, Dr. Rowe wanted someone to find you, see if you can settle him down so that they can do the scan without sedation."

"Sedation?" John asked, voice elevated in alarm. He thought that sedatives were only used with the worst head injuries -- when patients got violent or had to be placed on a ventilator.

The Sister must have read his distress because she grasped his arm again, urging him on with a "Come, let's go" and pushed through the doors, leading him down the corridor. "Dean's just confused and very distraught, John. And he's asking for you."

Immensely relieved to know his boy was talking, the knots strangling John's guts loosened marginally. Briefly his mind flitted toward guardedness, concern that Dean wouldn't be well enough to keep his alias. He let that worry go. His son was hurt, upset and needed his father and, though he hated the why of it, John felt something inside his chest ease, give just a little. Warming and melting like the beginnings of a spring thaw.


At the first glimpse of Dean since John had been sent packing from the E/R, he felt ice cold seep back into his bones. He couldn't actually see his kid's face as he and Sister Carol approached the glass doors of the imaging room, blocked as he was by the lab-coat wearing form of a doctor. But, the white knuckled grip Dean had on the gurney was obvious and more than enough to propel John through the door without knocking or waiting for an invitation.

 "Dean!" He called out, no doubt louder than he should have but it resulted in the desired effect. The seas parted and Doctor Rowe backed away as did the two other people in the room, presumably technicians or orderlies. John didn't give a rat's ass, as long as they moved the hell out of his way.


Oh Christ, that just does not sound like Dean. Though he sounded too damn weak, the kid's pain, fear, and relief came through crystal clear. And if that wasn't bad enough, Dean's eyes shone a too vivid green, their color intensified by contrasting red rims and pools of wetness threatening to overflow. Dean just didn't do tears, hadn't in a long time as far as John knew. At least not in front of him.

"Right here," John answered as he reached Dean's side. Though uneasy and unused to Dean's emotional display, before he even realized it, something akin to instinct had him awkwardly grasping the outstretched hand that had released its grip on the gurney and now held on, vice-like, belying Dean's weakened state.

Dean was clearly in agony, those expressive eyes blinking and squinting against the room's brightness, the small hitches of breath that resonated like spikes driven into John's chest every time Dean even dared consider moving his head. Hell, this entire hand-holding Beaches moment was flashing in livid accusation: look how badly your son is hurt.

In neon. Fuck.

"Dad, I-I can't--I don't--God!"

"Dean, hey, easy now. Settle down." Appalled by the disjointed words and Dean's frustration and near panic, John spoke softly but sternly, throwing a touch of command into his voice. Dean always responded well to John's orders, but it was tough demanding obedience when your kid was so messed up. Leaning over the guardrail, John lowered himself nearer to Dean's level and placed his free arm across the kid's chest in an effort to steady him. Once he felt the tension ease in the heaving muscles beneath his forearm, he set out to decode his son's gibberish. Squeezing the fingers still entwined with his for good measure, he asked, "So, what's this I hear about you giving these people a hard time?"

Dean's anxious gaze shot toward the doctor before returning to his father. "Sorry," he whispered, but John knew the apology was meant for him and not the medical team behind him. John just didn't know what it was for.


Despite John's certainty that he'd already used his name since walking into this oversized fish tank, seeing the flash of relief in Dean's eyes upon hearing it gave John reason to suspect his earlier concerns about their current aliases were more than valid. As if to confirm this, Dean suddenly blurted, albeit in a whisper, "I can't remember anything, Dad."

At Dean's confession, a lone tear finally escaped and John had to work to hide his dismay and swallow the lump that had lodged in his throat. It was getting to him. No doubt about it. Even though he knew the waterworks were a result of pain and the concussion, John still felt guilty as hell that the extra burden of having to remember the con was probably the final straw for Dean tonight. John didn't need Sam here to tell him how unfair that was and, though his younger son's absence was equally unfair to Dean, John was grateful for it. He wouldn't be able to handle Sammy's wrath or condemnation right now.

Trying to be reassuring, John smiled, though a little sadly, "It's okay, Dean. You will." Redirecting his attention to the doctor and the chaplain, who had apparently shepherded the medical staff a respectful distance away from Dean's bedside, he nodded appreciatively and said, "Right, doc?"

The doctor, who really didn't seem to appreciate the appellation, apparently took John's question as permission to return to his patient. John granted it, knew they had to get this show on the road. Rowe approached, looked as though he was about to pat Dean on the shoulder but, seeing Dean's obvious discomfort, must've changed his mind. Either that or maybe it was his father's glare -- John couldn't be sure.

"In almost all cases, yes," Doctor Rowe responded, clearing his throat after a moment of uncomfortable silence. Addressing John, he explained, "After a concussion, memory issues are common and Dean here," he paused then, as though suddenly realizing something, then focused his attention on the patient in question. "Did you recognize your name?"

Dean looked unusually nervous but nodded his head abruptly, clearly regretting the action immediately as a pain-filled gasp parted his lips. "Easy, dude," John soothed, no longer surprising himself when he easily returned the impossibly tighter grip Dean had on his hand.

"How about we try for verbal answers only, all right?" The doctor suggested more than a little condescendingly and John had the sudden urge to deck the guy. "We need to keep Dean calm." The latter admonishment clearly meant for John.

"Right. Because you were doing such a bang up job of that before I got here." John couldn't help himself, he was pissed. Finally relinquishing Dean's hand, he straightened, turned and fixed a murderous glare at the man.

"Dad, please."

If it weren't for his kid's pain-laced plea, John would've punched the arrogant sonofabitch. Well, that and Sister Carol inserting herself between him and the doctor.

"And that's why we brought you here, John," she said forcefully. Watching her try to back down two men, both of whom were more than a head taller than her, would have been damn near comical if not for the fact that Dean was hurting so bad. Rowe backed off first, the only acceptable outcome as far as John was concerned. He might be placing his son's care in their hands but that didn't mean he'd let these people walk all over him.

"Yes, well, let's get back to it then," Rowe continued, clearly flustered by their minor exchange. "Dean, do you remember your last name?"

In the short time he'd spent with Dean since walking into this room, John had quickly come to two conclusions: one, Dean knew exactly who he was, and two, the kid had suffered enough memory loss to not have a clue who he was supposed to be.

He could have groaned, the reason behind Dean's anxiety hitting him full bore. John was aware that memory loss of events that took place just prior to getting a concussion was pretty common and, since they'd only left Minnesota with their new I.D.'s a few days ago, Dean was more than likely screwed.

Not surprisingly, at the doctor's question, Dean's eyes widened and darted to John, who could only grimace and hope that Dean would catch the almost imperceptible headshake John was sending his way, hoping he'd understand that "no" was a better answer than "Winchester".

Dean must have understood and croaked out, "No," before sending an imploring gaze to his dad and adding, "I'm sorry."

Bad enough Dean was hurting like this, he looked so damn defeated and remorseful, John felt like crawling under a rock. "'S okay, sport," he sighed, giving Dean's nearest shoulder a light pat. Definitely out of practice, this fatherly affection thing was getting easier. The guilt helped, John supposed. It offered a great incentive.

"No worries, Dean. I'm sure it will come," Doctor Rowe added and John grudgingly felt grateful for the man's input. Until the bastard asked his next question. "Let's try numbers then. How about your address?"

"Uh, doc? Why don't you try his birthday?" John spoke up before Dean had to struggle with yet another impossible question. They were going to start thinking serious brain damage soon if they didn't come up with another line of questions. Hell, John couldn't even remember the Wyman and son fabricated address at the moment.

Before the doctor could object to or question John's reasoning, Dean answered, gasped really. "January 24th. Seventy-nine."

Looking to John for confirmation and getting it, Rowe almost absently muttered, "Good, good," before making some notes on Dean's chart. Apparently satisfied that Dean wasn't quite as addled as he first thought, Rowe explained that they still needed to do the CT-scan to look for any potentially serious bleeding. Though John could tell by the way Dean tensed up that he wasn't happy about the test, his father wasn't going to refuse it. Wasn't about to take the risk. Hell, wasn't that what the Wyman's insurance plan was for?

To be continued.

This story is being cross-posted to  

supernaturalfic  and hurt_dean
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Posted by: Late Night Drops of Random (moondropz)
Posted at: August 23rd, 2007 01:03 am (UTC)
Dean's back

*Golf claps dorkily* Oooh!!! Wonderful!!! *Waits patiently for next chapter*

Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: August 23rd, 2007 01:57 am (UTC)
Bros on set

LOL, glad it's workin' for ya! I *should* be able to get ch 3 posted tomorrow night but then my weekend gets a little crazed so there will probably only be one update (ch 4, natch) until Monday rolls around and I can get back into nightly posts. Thx again!

Posted by: Late Night Drops of Random (moondropz)
Posted at: August 23rd, 2007 02:03 am (UTC)
Dean neck porn

Yay! I understand how weekends can go-so totally understand that! But yay-more soon! *Twirls*

Posted by: shallowz (shallowz)
Posted at: April 30th, 2008 11:37 pm (UTC)

Had every intention of reading your SPN fic. You just happened to dangle another interesting brother series, and distraction is going to happen.:D

And Forged From the Pyre was so entertaining to the point that I've got to face it that I've just been sucked into another fandom. My co-writer has been as well. All that brother stuff, father stuff... what's not to love?

We have a friend who has wanted the Lancer series for years to show us. She said we would love it, and since we introduced her to SPN, well, she has a fairly good idea of our tastes.:D

Would love to see it. Especially now.

Anyway, I'm leaving my thoughts for Forged From the Pyre here, and please send our enjoyment of the story to your co-writer as for whatever reason I can not get the emails to pull up to send feedback from the site itself.

Now, onto this fic... oh, thank you! I saw that you had it cross-posted to The Backroads, and loving that site for John friendly fics, I happily started in on this one. I love your John! And his POV is making me smile throughout even with his less than kind thoughts. They are wonderfully human. John is so perfectly imperfect, and you are doing a great job on showing that.

I'm not at all good at leaving reviews after each chapter. I tend to like to read something in one sitting, and review it as a whole. Unfortunately, life being what it is I probably will not get back to this before the weekend, and I wanted to let you know how much I was enjoying it.:)

Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: May 2nd, 2008 07:46 pm (UTC)
John Dean Behind

And Forged From the Pyre was so entertaining to the point that I've got to face it that I've just been sucked into another fandom. My co-writer has been as well. All that brother stuff, father stuff... what's not to love?

Oh, thank-you! Katt and I are delighted you enjoyed the fic, especially knowing that you aren't as familiar with Lancer as most who would read the fic are. It was huge anyway so we didn't put in a lot of backstory/exposition for "newbies" except where it fell appropriately into the plot. did you watch the YouTube video I had linked? I can only imagine you did because if anything could suck someone into another brother fandom, those classic moments sure could LOL. The vidder included most of them but there still are a few left out that are adorable. I feel it's only fair to warn you though, if you do get sucked in to watch eps, the sad reality of this series is that it fairly quickly fell into "Johnny ep" vs "Scott ep" mode and we didn't get nearly enough brother-time over the course of the seasons. Rumor had it that this was due to the actors not getting along and maybe it was true but they sure had wonderful chemistry and seemed to genuinely like each other. One ep even shows a never edited out (never caught?) "blooper" where you can see them cracking up together during a scene where someone else is saying dialogue. To my mind, if they truly/seriously didn't like each other, that crack-up wouldn't have happened.

Anyway, both boys offer buckets full of backstory to provide for angst and the wild west certainly offers tons of potential for angst, h/c and drama so the fic-fodder is plentiful. I can only offer a "ditto" to your friend encouraging you to watch and read Lancer :).

Like you, I'm not one to send feedback during the process of reading WIPs or multi-chapter fics. Truthfully, I've been disappointed by enough promising fics that fall flat (for me) in the past that I hesitate to offer fb until I'm certain that I'll love the entire story. And, in the case of multi-chap fics I'm enjoying, well, usually I'm too into them to stop and comment and would rather read the story in its entirety before commenting. Also, there are too many WIPs out there that have never been finished (to my serious dismay) so I do try to avoid reading them, unless the writer has a proven track-record of completing them.

I'm thrilled that you've enjoyed John so far in this fic. I hate how pro-John writers are often painted with a "they write John as a teddy-bear" brush when, in fact, his hugs and shoulder squeezes, praise, olive branches, and soft voice, are indeed canon. Every bit as much as his yelling, stubbornness, neglect and harshness is. I try to show both sides, admittedly with a decided leaning toward liking and respecting the man.

It's great to read, and damn well rewarding, when someone thinks I'm getting him right. Thank-you!

Posted by: shallowz (shallowz)
Posted at: May 3rd, 2008 02:49 pm (UTC)

The YouTube video?


Watched it after we read the fic. Adored it, and of course, we are watching the others that are available to view. Now we are researching on how to get a hold of the episodes. Know of a reliable resource?:D

Regarding WIPs? Ditto!:)

Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: May 3rd, 2008 06:14 pm (UTC)
Lancer Bros

Know of a reliable resource?

I'm going to ask Jennie, the friend who did the copying for me but I'm pretty sure she no longer has the equipment due to a move. She might be able to provide a name/email though?

If I strike out there, I'll ask on the Lancer writer's list though I wouldn't be able to vouch for their reliability like I could Jennie. I'll definitely get back to you though.

Aaah, those YouTube excerpts... they sure kept me entertained the night I posted the story to this lj ;).

Posted by: shallowz (shallowz)
Posted at: May 4th, 2008 12:03 am (UTC)

That would be very much appreciated. Thank you!

Those YouTube excerpts are ridiculously easy to get hooked on.:D

You good with us friending you? (You have terriers!!)

Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: May 4th, 2008 01:35 am (UTC)
Terriers - Tucker

Hey, just heard from Jennie and as I'd suspected, she no longer has the means to copy her Lancer tapes. But, she did give me an email addy of someone who sells them. She's actually someone I've dealt with in the past, while during my Lancer craze, I bought a bunch of other Jim Stacy (Johnny Lancer) DVDs from her, work he'd done prior to and post-Lancer.

The negative part is that she's selling this stuff and, IIRC, it's not cheap... she's making a profit which is definitely illegal, if not very charitable. She's the only other source Jennie's aware of though and, Jennie is on a lot more Lancer lists than I am so I'd suggest she's got the inside track, unfortunately. I will say that the DVDs that were sent my way, were of very good quality,

IIRC, her name is Sylvie. I made all my contact with her a few years ago, prior to the crash of a computer so don't have any of my prior correspondence with her handy anymore.

Still, it might be worth your while to at least inquire. Here's her addy:


I'm happy to be friended by you two and hope I can friend you back.

(You have terriers!!)

Yes, I do! A veritable plethora, though sadly my numbers are in decline due to their ages. Come May 19th, I'll have 4 of 6 in double digits and we just lost our then oldest -Tucker- back in February. We also have a goofball of a Wirehaired Pointer and I'll introduce him, along with the rest of the terriers one 'a these days. I was actually just snapping pictures of Kismet tonight, the second oldest of my girls because she - the epitome of wild thing - was actually kinda calm and settled in here with me tonight, so I was able to get some shots that weren't purely a blur.

Let me know if you strike out (or choose to) with Sylvie and I can always try an inquiry on the writers list.

Have a great night!

Posted by: shallowz (shallowz)
Posted at: May 5th, 2008 01:58 am (UTC)

Definitely do the friend thing.:)

Thanks for the information about the possible Lancer DVD's. We'll check into it. We're a little hesitant about the legalities of obtaining them, but after watching the YouTube clips we're more curious then ever.:) We've found some sites that actually sell Lancer DVD's. Price ranges from $25 - $70. However, with your information, we know the quality is likely good.

We understand the geriatric household. Our youngest six cats turned 11. The oldest is 17. We've had terriers in the past, so they are near and dear to our hearts, and we'll likely have terrier(s) in the future. Right now, nine cats keep us busy. It's like having nine toddlers in the house that never pick up after themselves.:)

Thanks again for taking the time to check into our Lancer (new obsession) options.:)

Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: May 5th, 2008 04:01 am (UTC)
Terriers - Cho

Happy to enable you *eg*.

Just don't call me a pusher ;).

Do let me know if/when you get your hands on these eps!

Wow, 9 cats... I can't help but chuckle thinking of the "it's like herding cats" line. LOL.

My houseful of 7 is definitely chaotic. To think I've had upwards of 13 in the past! ::headshake::

Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: May 21st, 2008 02:31 pm (UTC)
Lancer tapes
Lancer Bros

the following email was posted to the Lancer-Writers email list I'm on. Just thought I'd share in case you're interested...

I have 6 Lancer VHS tapes to get rid of now that I have the whole series of DVD. I did get them from Sylvie. There are 2 eps on each tape:

1. Black/White Pilot? and The High Riders
2. Chase a Wild Horse and The Lawman
3. Last Train For Charlie Poe and Jelly
4. Measure of a Man and The Gifts
5. Scarecrow at Hackett's and Lifeline
6. Warburton's Edge and Yesterday's Vengeance

If anyone is interested, please contact me off line. I am Telepina2 at aol dot com.
Thanks, Eleanor

I don't know this Eleanor but I think she is a frequent contributor to the list.


Posted by: shallowz (shallowz)
Posted at: May 21st, 2008 04:02 pm (UTC)
Re: Lancer tapes

Thank you for keeping us in mind! Had it on my to-do list to let you know where we are regarding the Lancer DVDs. We did order an inexpensive set. Hadn't heard back from Sylvie until after we ordered the set, but seeing that she does far better quality we thought to order our favorites (because there always is) in better quality later.

This is turning into a new obsession. Good thing to have over the summer so as to not think on SPN overly much.:)

And see if we can write something beside SPN fic even if it is done just to make us happy.

We both commend you and your co-writer on your Lancer fic. It wasn't until we started reading other Lancer fic that we realized how well you balanced between the two brothers, and that is something we've always appreciated. (Both of the brothers are all kinds of fun to watch.)

We love the back story on all these characters and are looking forward to seeing the show itself to know what is canon and fanon - which should be happening soon. The DVDs will be arriving within a day or two, and there is a long weekend coming up. Can't think of a better way to spend it.*grin*

Thanks again for introducing us to this, and for the info!

Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: May 21st, 2008 05:04 pm (UTC)
Re: Lancer tapes

Glad to know you've ordered copies. You'll have to let me know if you do get truly hooked.

Though in my younger years, Scott was my favorite, when I rediscovered Lancer (courtesy of my co-writer and another friend), I fell for Johnny. I do love them both though, as I do Dean and Sam. Penny, my co-writer, feels the same though Scott is her main man, so that made writing a fairly balanced story quite easy for us. Though we did write parts for our non-fave too which I think helps with the story's flow. There certainly are Scott vs Johnny-centric stories in the fandom though and poor Murdoch (like John Winchester, sometimes an ass) often gets a really rough treatment.


Posted by: shallowz (shallowz)
Posted at: May 21st, 2008 05:28 pm (UTC)
Re: Lancer tapes

Oh yeah, poor Murdoch. We haven't wanted to form too much of an opinion there as we haven't seen much of him except for a good portion of the first show, and well, he wasn't exactly all warm and fuzzy. What we saw we liked since neither of us are into perfect, well-behaved characters, and guys are guys.

What we find dismaying - and this happens in any fandom - is the tendency to dummy down or vilify the other characters in order to make the favorite look better, and from what I've read Murdoch is placed in that role a lot much like John Winchester. Poor guys.:)

And I think I'd better stop rambling all over your LJ.:D

I will most certainly let you know if we get truly hooked, though I suspect we are already there.:D

Have a wonderful day!

Posted by: shallowz (shallowz)
Posted at: May 22nd, 2008 06:39 pm (UTC)
Re: Lancer tapes

Consider us hooked. The DVDs came yesterday. We didn't get to be until 1:30am. Had to just get in one more episode.:D

Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: May 22nd, 2008 10:24 pm (UTC)
Re: Lancer tapes
Alec Squee

LOL, why am I not surprised?

Do you have the eps in series order or a selection of fan favorites? Chase a Wild Horse is definitely a favorite of the early eps for me, and a zillion other Lancer fans ;).

Enjoy and, if you feel like sending some Lancer squee my way, feel free ;).

Posted by: shallowz (shallowz)
Posted at: May 23rd, 2008 09:06 pm (UTC)
Re: Lancer tapes

Heh. Might have to do that off LJ. There's a good chance I could totally embarrass myself. Scott and Johnny are all kinds of gorgeous to watch, and there's a reason our LJ is called Shallowz.:D

Wonderfully surprised at the dialogue. Very enjoyable, and the relationships are interesting. I can so why there is a fondness for this show out there.:)

Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: May 24th, 2008 07:16 pm (UTC)
Re: Lancer tapes
Jensen and Jared

I'm actually astonished at how active the Lancer Writers email list is. Too active, actually... I've contemplated unsubbing and just going back to the old days of reading what's updated at the archive. Will likely do that but, I feel there should be a grace period of a few months since Penny and I *did* post our story to that list. I'd feel like a shameful loser if I bailed so soon ;).

Anyway, if you *do* feel like chatting about the Lancer family, feel free to drop me an email: vagabondjrs at rogers dot com.

Have fun with them!

Posted by: shallowz (shallowz)
Posted at: May 5th, 2008 02:49 am (UTC)

P.S.: Sorry to see you lost one of your four-legged family members. Is that Tucker in the icon?

Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: May 5th, 2008 04:12 am (UTC)
Terriers - Tucker

Oh, thank-you. Yeah, it was awfully tough to let him go. BUT, he was over 16 so I can't say we were short-changed. I just adored him though and still miss him.

That is a picture of him in this icon. One of my favorite shots of Tuck, taken when he was about 9 IIRC. I did write a bit of a memorial for him (including pictures) which you can easily find on my lj. Just today I reformatted the site so have included new links on the right side of the screen that organize my fics and other writings better and include my recently started terrier introductions, plus what prompted them, my Tucker tribute.

After writing his tribute I decided I didn't want my lj to only ever include memorials when it came to my gang so, though it's doubtful I'll include them in my lj frequently (it is intended mostly for fic after all), I do intend to introduce the rest of my brood while they are living and breathing. Along with Tucker, I have blurbs for his son Dempsey and his granddaughter Dyna there also.

I'd love for you, a fellow terrier enthusiast, to check them out :).

Posted by: leelust (leelust)
Posted at: December 2nd, 2008 07:51 am (UTC)

One thing i don't like in this story - that i have to go and work, dammit! I was so planning to read more! *sigh* RL sucks.

Posted by: limpflig (quirkies)
Posted at: December 3rd, 2008 05:41 am (UTC)
john totally watches ER

the ER shout-outs make me deliriously happy. john being rusty at physical comfort feels almost as right as his gut parental reactions of worry, and reaching and protecting. and then there's the guilt, not a parental instinct so much as a winchester special. *sigh* (oh, dean!)
i'm loving how present sammy always is. i bet both john and dean always felt that way, and rarely said it. 'course when one of them did he got brained. *glares*

Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: December 3rd, 2008 04:11 pm (UTC)
Re: john totally watches ER

I'm so glad that Sam's presence struck a cord with you. I wanted him to be there, even prevalent in some ways, despite his physical absence. I'm delighted that this aspect of the story is working for you -- so far ;)

Glad too that John's awkward parenting is ringing right for you.

Thanks so much for this feedback. It's greatly appreciated :)