Sundries (job stuff and oh look, writing!)

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I think I have a job!!! The university job that I turned down because it was only part-time? They rang me this morning and said they've managed to get funding and they want me FULL-TIME!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEE!!!! They'll ring me back on Monday once they have complete and utter confirmation, but...JOB!!!! I still have interviews this week that I'm going to, but still...JOB!!!!

I've also written stuff! I wrote about 1000 words of a Darcy/Steve fic involving sci-fi tropes and also, um, some original stuff.

I don't have a title but I think I might play with these two a little.



This is a thing. I don’t know what it is, but it’s a thing. That I might write. Some day. There’s crime. And she’s an accountant because she likes numbers and VAT and forms and he’s a detective but he always wanted to be a sheriff because JAWS imprinted on him and his last name is Brody and it’s a thing. Maybe. They banter. And solve crime.

Maggie propped herself up against the fence and watched as they loaded Pryce's body onto the stretcher. She watched as Stephen broke away from the other police and headed her way.

"They think he'll be okay," he said without preamble. "Nasty bump on the back of his head, but he should be fine."

"Good, good, that's..." - she breathed deep - "that's good."

"Want to tell me why you're at the surgery this late at night?" he asked tilting his head to meet her eyes.

She stared at him for a second and then said, "Honestly? It's a bit of a stretch."

"Lay it on me," he said.

Maggie took another deep breath and then said, "I was making dinner and I had the radio on and they're doing this 80s weekend and Depeche Mode came on and then it occurred to me that maybe there was something at the surgery instead of at the house and so I walked over and found Pryce."

Stephen blinked and she could practically feel him processing her blurted out explanation. The corners of his mouth turned down and nodded. "Okay."

"Okay?" she said, then winced at how shrill she sounded.

"Yeah. I mean, you lost me a little at Depeche Mode, but I get the rest of it," he said. "Just a bit miffed you didn't call me." He met her eyes. "Like you said you would."

"I didn't want to waste your time in case it turned out to be nothing," she said mildly.

"Uh huh," he said. They stood in silence for a moment, Maggie absorbing the fact that his presence gave her a kind of solace she didn't quite know what to do with.

"Personal Jesus?" he said after a moment.

"Pardon?" Maggie looked at him.

"Was is Personal Jesus or Enjoy the Silence?" he asked. "The Depeche Mode song you heard."

"Oh. No. Shake the Disease," she told him.

He nodded. "Makes sense."

Yeah, I don't know. We'll see. Happy Wednesday!!!