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Jake: "You see the speeding lane, right? It's there for a reason."

Bradley: "I'm comfortable where I am. I want to arrive relaxed, not stressed out."

"Your driving stresses me out. There is a gap half a mile long, it causes me actual pain to see all these cars passing us!"

"Sounds like a you problem. At least this way we will arrive without a slew of traffic violations and five near accidents."

"I didn't get a single ticket-"

"Because you got lucky"

"-and I know how to control the car at high speed."

"Barely."

"Car is still in one piece, isn't it?"

"Because I screamed at you to slow down."

"Please. I had everything under control."

Bradley glares at him.

"Better look at the road, wouldn't want you to accidentally drive into the ditch just cause you can't stop looking at me."

"I'm not looking at you."

"You literally just did."

"Did not."

"Suit yourself. And please keep going, I would like to arrive before the others have polished off dinner."

"Fine. We'll make it in time if you just shut up."

"At this speed?"

Title picture for my upcoming story, Lifeline.

A small snippet from my Jake and Dadclone origin story. Jake is 15 here, Beau is his moms boyfriend. This scene is the first time Beau takes Jake flying.

Beau opens the throttle and the small plane accelerates obediently. And then the vibrations reduce as the wheels lift off.

Jake’s stomach drops and soars at the same time. The runway falls away beneath them. Houses shrink, roads turn into lines and cars into moving dots. The earth gets quiet from up here.

He presses his face against the window, taking in the sight. They level out, the world gliding below them at a steady pace now. He is startled out of his marveling when he hears Beau’s voice in the headset.

“Your controls.” Beau looks at him, a smile playing over his face.

Jake’s heart slams. “My controls?” The nod he receives from Beau confirms it.

He carefully wraps his fingers around the yoke, trying not to overthink it. Beau’s voice in his ear. “Just like I showed you. Gentle movements.”

He tries. The aircraft responds, just slightly. A soft bank to the right. The horizon tilts.

He’s doing that.

He’s flying.

“Small inputs,” Beau reminds him, steady and patient. “She’ll do the work if you let her.”

Jake laughs, half disbelief, half exhilaration. He doesn’t have a word for it yet. He just knows that nothing has ever felt like this. He doesn't understand yet what that means, he only knows he never wants to come down.

Thanks for the tag @jakekernerkazansky

Last song: Remember the Name by Fort Minor. Feeling a bit nostalgic.

Currently watching: Mainly SEAL TEAM (which may or may not be influencing my current Top Gun WIP, because, why not?), just finished The Boys

Current obsession: Top Gun with a side of Twisters and generally Glen Powell.

Currently reading: Mainly Fanfic, but just started Alles Liebe from Roja von Ronne

Currently working on: Desperatley trying (and failing) to finish Lifeline, the next part of my current Top Gun Series. Side projects that are getting way too little attention right now include a Jake and Dadclone origin story and several short stories for the Residual Damage Series.

Currently wearing: White T-shirt and blue shorts. It is HOT today.

Last google search: Stanley Park. Currently on vacation in Vancouver.

Favorite flower: Orchids. Somehow the only flower that survives my care, which earns them my eternal gratitude.

Thanks for the tag @jakekernerkazansky, I'm honored to join this game!

This is a first glimpse at my current WIP, Lifeline. Part 3 of the Residual Damage Series.

"Rooster impressed the SEALs during the extraction," Cyclone explains, his voice turning professional and clipped. "They’ve put in a formal request. They want Dagger Squad to fly close air support for their ongoing raids in the sector. They want pilots who know how to work with them."

Jake feels a cold spike of adrenaline. "You're sending us back to the Lincoln?"

"Yes."

Jake doesn't hesitate. He can’t afford to. If he stops even one second to think about the coast, about the way the air smells over that desert, the mask will slip. "Understood, sir. The Daggers are ready."

Cyclone stands up. He knows what he's asking.

"Kazansky," Cyclone says, his voice softening just a fraction. "I'm sorry."

1. First introduction to fanfic was in the late 1990s (yes, I'm that old) through Stargate SG-1. Never stopped reading ever since.

2. Started writing fanfic in 2012, stopped in 2014 and restarted 2025.

3. The reason both times? I ran out of angsty fics to read, so I started to write them myself.

4. I write non-linear. You will never see me posting a WIP, because I might add a scene to chapter 1 while working on chapter 12. Also, I wouldn't survive the anxiety of having an unfinished story online...

5. Always writing the first and the last scene of a story first. That's just how my brain functions, I need to know where I'm going.

6. Angst, Hurt/Comfort and Tragedy are my favorite genres to write. I express love through pain.

7. No, I'm not scared of killing off main characters or causing permanent harm. But it will always be tagged right from the beginning.

8. More interested in the psychology than the gory parts of injuries and trauma

9. English is not my first language, so you might sometimes find strange expressions in my stories and posts.

Anyway, hoping to connect to some fellow fanfiction writers, readers and Top Gun addicts here.

I was tagged by katofthenoggin a few days ago and finally get around to post this. BTW, this made me realize just how much TV I watch... I had to keep it to current shows otherwise this list would be embarrassingly long!

1. Sherlock 

1. Supernatural (it's a tie, don't make me choose between my darlings!)

3. Elementary

4. 24

5. Criminal Minds

6. Sleepy Hollow

7. Arrow

8. Agents of SHIELD

9. The Blacklist

10. Person of Interest