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In this chapter, Spider meets the Sully kids. It... doesn't go as well as Norm had hoped.

This chapter is so, so long y'all. It's 14K+ words, I'm really sorry. I got hella carried away.

Hope y'all enjoy!

Next chapter should be up in a few weeks - it's written but needs some editing.

WIP week day one-  January 28: Your Oldest WIP

A week dedicated to our WIPs. Join me!

So, technically my oldest WIP is You’ll be in my Heart, my post MJ, canon-compliant growing back together fic (ie the fic we all wrote when we started in the fandom). This puppy hasn’t been updated since September 2015, BUT - it’s at a place where leaving it feels okay. My original outline has 6 more chapters, but I almost think it doesn’t need them? I don’t know. Sometimes I think I should finish it, sometimes I’m certain it’s fine exactly as it is.

Regardless of what I ultimately decide to do with this WIP, I’m going to share a snippet of what would be the penultimate chapter of the story...

I wake up alone in bed again.  When I reach for her I find her side of the bed cold.  It’s the second morning in a row that Katniss has been gone long before the sun has risen.  My days always feel a little darker when her face isn’t the first thing I see.  With a sigh I pull myself out of bed and trudge to the shower.  I can’t help but wonder what she’s doing out there in the woods.  She hadn’t come back yesterday until dinner time, and when she did her game bag was practically empty.  I know her woods are where she goes to think, especially when she’s worried or upset about something and I can’t help but be a little jealous of that sometimes.  

Two days of predawn escapes suggest that something is troubling her.  I can’t imagine what it could be though, what could be bothering her.  Mentally flipping through the calendar I can think of no anniversaries to trigger her, and I haven’t seen any letters come that might upset her.  A phone call maybe?  Something someone in town has said?  Both are good possibilities.  I sigh out loud; I wish she’d talk to me when things set her off.  I don’t like to pry, but I can’t help her when she won’t trust me.  I know she’s been trying to be more open but it’s still so difficult for her to express herself.

I head out into the dawn to begin walking to my bakery, I’ll get some breakfast there, it’s too lonely to eat at home today.  It’s a beautiful spring morning, daffodils and dandelions have popped up everywhere.  I realize with a start that I’ve been home a year already, more than a year actually.  Thinking about all we’ve accomplished in that year lifts my spirits.  The route I take to the bakery passes by a little neighbourhood of tidy brick homes, and past that is the marketplace, which has expanded so fast it’s almost outgrown the current building.  I can see the gleaming new justice building at the end of the plaza, and in front of it is the fountain and eternal flame that memorialize the people who perished in the firebombing and war.  Unlike before, everything is clean, coal dust no longer blankets the district in grey, the ashes and rubble have all been cleared away.  New buildings are popping up everywhere, and the district practically hums.  People here are happy now for the most part, and there’s a sense of community now, a feeling that we’re survivors, we’re a big extended family, the people of Twelve who walked through the fire and came out the other side stronger.  I feel pride welling up in my chest thinking about my home.  A year ago this place didn’t feel like home to me, but it does now.  It’s different than it used to be, certainly, but then again so am I.

It's a really short chapter this time, mostly a plot bunny I wrote out that I liked a lot. Spider is 5, and sick as a dog. Norm takes care of him. The classic sick fic!

Next chapter should be up in the next 2 or so months, hopefully. It'll be really long, so that's cool!

Hope y'all enjoy!