I was driving home from work when the rest of the plot for Winner Takes All fell into place and I went…
I need to get drunk. Seriously. Dead-drunk right along beside Bones and a large bottle of hard liquor. This story is breaking my K/S/M-loving heart!! D’:
It’s been hard enough to write something so loveless… and my brain was only slowly accepting the cold hard truth about this mirror!pairing until I finished Part Five and IT COULD NOT BE DENIED.
Is there possibly enough fluff and schmoopy-ness to fortify me right now?
Please excuse the flail of a writer in distress.