Complications Minor Chapter 11 (of 20)
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misssara11Title: Complications Minor
A Blackpool/Secret Diary of a Call Girl crossover with just a hint of Keen Eddie
Rating: M
Paring: Peter Carlisle/Hannah Baxter (aka Belle's real name)
Spoilers: All of Blackpool and S1 of Secret Diary of a Call Girl
Summary: It's a simple arrangement. Right?
Chapter Summary: When Peter met Hannah.
Previous chapters can be found here.
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swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better. Yes, the book he gives her is real.
Peter paid for his coffee and turned to find a seat.
“Detective? Here’s a pastry. On the house. I set it aside special for you, in case you came in today.” The girl winked at him. Shareece was just on this side of legal and had had a schoolgirl crush on him ever since he started visiting the café. For his part, he never did anything more than a friendly smile or asked how her day was. Monty would have been all over her if she’d ever shown him any interest and he told Peter as much. In fact, that’s why they started going there. Besides the proximity to various places their work took them, Monty was making it his personal goal to flirt with all the baristas.
This time Peter smiled politely, said, “Thanks” and turned to scan the room for an empty table. His eyes stopped at an occupied one and the small upturn of lips turned into a full-blown grin. When he approached, he cleared his throat and said, “Pardon me, miss, is this seat taken?”
The “miss” in question huffed as was clearly going to tell him to sod off until she saw him. With a smile of her own, she gestured to the empty chair across from her. “No. Help yourself.”
He did and extended his hand. “I’m Peter. And you are…?”
He saw her consider and come to a decision. She took his hand and shook it. “Hannah Baxter.”
“Hannah. Hannah.” He tried it out, liking the feel of it on his tongue. “It suits you.”
“My parents thought so. So, Peter, what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a DI at Scotland Yard.”
“Sounds sexy.”
“You’d think so. But the brochures don’t tell you about the paperwork involved. That bit they don’t put on telly or in films. What about you?”
“I tell everyone that I’m a night-time legal secretary. But do you want to know the truth?”
“Of course.”
“I’m a high class prostitute. Simply put, I shag men for money and I enjoy my work.”
They both turned at the clattering sound behind them. Two older women had dropped their teacups and were giving them disapproving looks.
When they turned back, Peter and Hannah put their heads together while they attempted to stifle their laughter.
“So, anyway, the only person who knows the whole truth is my best friend Ben, who acts as my security.” She sat back and he followed suit. “And in the interest of full disclosure, he’s my ex and if I have clients that request a couple, he’s my male partner, though that seldom happens and when it does, we rarely do anything together.”
“Doesn’t that put a damper on your social life?”
“That is a social life. But no. Only because I didn’t have a desire for one.”
“And now?”
She turned her head and gave him a coy look. “I’m thinking I’m open to the idea for the right man.”
“Does this mean things bode well for me?”
“I let you sit down, didn’t I?” They shared a genuine smile. “Well, Peter, that very appealing accent of yours isn’t from around here. How did you end up in our quaint little village?”
“We’re telling the truth then?” Hannah nodded. Peter thought if he was going to do this, he might as well do it all the way. Tell her the complete, ugly truth from the beginning. She’d taken a leap already with her name; maybe this would let her know she could trust him with her life as well. “Right. I was born and raised outside of Glasgow. I married a woman I met while I was in the academy. I thought we were happy. She soon left me for another man. I moved to Kendal. In between, I kept getting promoted just to spite my higher-ups. They didn’t like me, the feeling was mutual. But I was damn good at my job and a promotion got me out of their hair.
“While in Kendal, I was sent down to Blackpool to help with the overflow. I was assigned to a murder case that seemed straightforward. It was almost abundantly clear this man did it or knew who did. I was a dog with a bone at that point. Then I met his wife. To begin with, I was using her for information but, well…we had an affair. An intense one at that. And I fell in love. I thought she did too. This made me want to nail her husband even more. I’m not proud to say I turned into something I’m fully capable of turning into again.
“That pesky thing called ‘The Facts’ threw a spanner in the works. Turns out I had right family, wrong member. Their son did it protecting a friend. But that didn’t matter. I was so far gone at that point, I would have done anything. Almost brought down a good cop because of my libido. He didn’t do anything but his job and calling me out for what I had become.
“At their daughter’s wedding I was going in for the kill. The husband and I made a deal. The case disappears, I get Natalie. That’s her name. Natalie. Anyways, I stayed in Blackpool with her. And then…”
Hannah touched his hand. “She went back to her husband.”
“No. That was over. I was just the first step to her newly discovered independence. She only left with me because she needed a push. I wasn’t special. If it wasn’t me, it would have been someone else, I suspect. She’d married young and because she was pregnant. I was a younger man who was exciting and new. From me, she got a taste of all things she missed. She was honest with me about it at least. And she was none too pleased when she found out about my part in it all.
“I had single-handedly destroyed my credibility there, so I put in for a transfer. My DCI there wanted me to fail. Make me a little fish in a big pond. So, he sent me here.
“What he didn’t count on was my tenacity and this environment is what I had always been searching for. They paired me up with someone who’s just as good as I am and even more trouble.”
Hannah sat back again. “Blimey. We make quite the pair. Don’t we?”
Peter smiled and nodded. “With my professional life in order, I had other needs needing tended to. I got on the computer and discovered a lovely woman by the name of Belle. I didn’t count on her being on of the most fascinating, beautiful, pleasant women I’d ever met. I’m pretty sure she liked me too.”
“Sounds like she a bit of a nutter because she’s pretty sure you’re just as charming as you like to think you are. And handsome. And she’s shown you a side to herself very few have ever seen.”
Peter lifted the hand she had resting on his. “Is that so?” His kissed the back of it.
“You know it is.”
“So, if I were to say, ask you to dinner, what would you say?”
“If you were actually asking, I’d say yes.”
“Dinner?”
“You bet.” It had been three weeks since the attack and they were still healing. She flipped his hand over in hers and traced the red marks there. “Looks unpleasant.”
“Injured in the line of duty.”
“Did you get the bad guy?” They both watched her fingers trace over his palm.
“Yeah and I saved the girl along the way.”
She looked up at him through her lashes. “Thank you. I don’t think I can ever say that enough.”
When their eyes locked, they started to lean together. Their eyes were intent on the other’s lips.
“Can I warm that up for you, Detective?” Shareece was holding a coffee pot and beaming at Peter. He looked down at his barely touched cup.
“No, I’m good. Thank you.”
When she turned to Hannah, her demeanour changed completely. With one hand on her hip, she said, “You?” like she had a nasty taste in her mouth.
“No, thank you.” Hannah said in her most polite voice.
With a final look at their hands, Shareece turned with a “Hmph.”
“Someone has a crush. At least she has good taste. And I’ll never get coffee here again when she’s working. She’ll spit in it for sure.”
“Well, I’ll just have to get it for you then. Besides, she’s young. She’ll get over me.”
Hannah reached into her bag and handed him her ID. “She’s not that much younger than I am.”
Peter looked at the card and handed it back. “You’re almost twenty-five. You’re older, much more experienced and more than old enough for me. Eleven and a half years be damned.”
“Thirty-seven?”
“Will be.”
“Looks good on you. So this dinner then?”
“Yes, Hannah. I’m going to woo you.”
“You’re going to woo me.” She was amused.
“Oh yes. A proper courting. Which means, if we’re going to do this appropriately, our business arrangement has to end.”
“I’m fine with that. Seems like I’ll still be getting something out of this new deal. Here.” She reached into her bag again and scribbled something down on a card and passed to him.
“What’s this?”
“My number.”
He was confused. “But I have your number.”
“No, you have Belle’s number. That’s mine.” They shared another smile. “I’m suddenly free Tuesday night. That work for you?”
“I say so. I’ll call you with the details.” They walked out together and kissed on the cheek.
“You better.”
Hannah was actually anxious. It was her first proper date as herself since Ben, and that had been back in University. Peter had said to dress nice but not too fancy. She had no idea what that meant.
She had straightened her hair and wore make-up, though less than she would have as Belle. She decided on a dress. Feminine and sexy but not provocative. Fabulous knickers of course.
Peter arrived when he said he would. When Hannah opened the door, she let out an appreciative whistle. “A suit and tie. And not only that, wrinkle-free.”
“Yeah, I keep them in a vault for special occasions. May I?” He gestured into her flat.
“Oh, yes, of course. Come in.” She stepped aside and noticed something in his hand. “That for me?”
Peter looked at the wrapped packaged in had forgot he was holding. “Yes. You didn’t really strike me as a flowers sort of girl and I don’t know the important facts of what kind of sweets to get you. So, I went with what I know. Reading and food stuffs.”
She ripped open the paper. “The Little Book of Marmite Tips. That’s cute.”
“Hey! I searched hard for that! Okay, I ordered off of Amazon but I paid for the shipping and it’s the thought.“
She kissed his cheek. “I love it. Can I get you a drink or something?”
“No, let’s just go.”
She picked up her bag. “Let’s. Where are we going?”
“A place nearby.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and pushed out an elbow to her. Hannah happily accepted.
The sun was just setting and everyone was taking advantage of the last gasp of summer air. This forced Peter and Hannah to walk close and occasionally bump each other. Neither seemed to mind. When they arrived at the small, out-of-the-way restaurant, he held the door for her.
Dinner was quiet and intimate. The restaurant’s atmosphere almost demanded it. He commented on the fact that he was pleased that she ordered actual food. She commented back she had to, he knew the contents of her cupboards. They shared pudding but didn’t do the feeding each other thing as they found it silly and it was only a first date. She reached for the bill when it came and he snatched it away, reminding her that he asked her out and she could treat him another time. Both were well aware they discussed future dates as if they were foregone conclusions. Because they both knew they would be doing this again and again.
Once they had walked back into the street, Hannah took Peter’s hand without saying a word. When he looked at that, then her, she asked, “Is this okay? I mean, I don’t do this very often. When I do it’s because I’m being led somewhere or shown off like a possession. I never get to do it just because I like the bloke.”
He smiled and his eyes turned soft. “It’s more than okay.” He squeezed her fingers and bumped her shoulder. “Does this mean you like me?”
She grinned and bumped back. “Maybe.”
They took a long route back to her flat. There was a comment or two here and there but they were mostly in a comfortable silence. As they approached her door, she turned to him. “We’re doing this again, right?”
“I certainly hope so. How about Thursday, all day, next week?”
“Yeah. I can do that.”
“I’ll pick you up at nine. Wear something casual and comfortable shoes you can walk in.”
“In the morning?” He nodded. “Sure. That’s sorted then.” They reached her flat. He waited for her to unlock the door.
She was nervous and she knew why. They both were there because they wanted to be. No other reason. She knew he was going to kiss her, not Belle. And when he did just that, it was different. Better. It started slow and almost chaste but soon deepened into something more. They finally stopped to catch their breaths. She was more than ready to continue the evening and leaned in again when he pulled back.
“Good night, Hannah.” He turned and was halfway down the hall before she started sputtering.
“But…what about?” She pointed inside.
He turned and smiled but kept walking. “I’m wooing you, remember? You’re not going to know what hit you.”
It was too late for that.
A Blackpool/Secret Diary of a Call Girl crossover with just a hint of Keen Eddie
Rating: M
Paring: Peter Carlisle/Hannah Baxter (aka Belle's real name)
Spoilers: All of Blackpool and S1 of Secret Diary of a Call Girl
Summary: It's a simple arrangement. Right?
Chapter Summary: When Peter met Hannah.
Previous chapters can be found here.
AN:
swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better. Yes, the book he gives her is real.Peter paid for his coffee and turned to find a seat.
“Detective? Here’s a pastry. On the house. I set it aside special for you, in case you came in today.” The girl winked at him. Shareece was just on this side of legal and had had a schoolgirl crush on him ever since he started visiting the café. For his part, he never did anything more than a friendly smile or asked how her day was. Monty would have been all over her if she’d ever shown him any interest and he told Peter as much. In fact, that’s why they started going there. Besides the proximity to various places their work took them, Monty was making it his personal goal to flirt with all the baristas.
This time Peter smiled politely, said, “Thanks” and turned to scan the room for an empty table. His eyes stopped at an occupied one and the small upturn of lips turned into a full-blown grin. When he approached, he cleared his throat and said, “Pardon me, miss, is this seat taken?”
The “miss” in question huffed as was clearly going to tell him to sod off until she saw him. With a smile of her own, she gestured to the empty chair across from her. “No. Help yourself.”
He did and extended his hand. “I’m Peter. And you are…?”
He saw her consider and come to a decision. She took his hand and shook it. “Hannah Baxter.”
“Hannah. Hannah.” He tried it out, liking the feel of it on his tongue. “It suits you.”
“My parents thought so. So, Peter, what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a DI at Scotland Yard.”
“Sounds sexy.”
“You’d think so. But the brochures don’t tell you about the paperwork involved. That bit they don’t put on telly or in films. What about you?”
“I tell everyone that I’m a night-time legal secretary. But do you want to know the truth?”
“Of course.”
“I’m a high class prostitute. Simply put, I shag men for money and I enjoy my work.”
They both turned at the clattering sound behind them. Two older women had dropped their teacups and were giving them disapproving looks.
When they turned back, Peter and Hannah put their heads together while they attempted to stifle their laughter.
“So, anyway, the only person who knows the whole truth is my best friend Ben, who acts as my security.” She sat back and he followed suit. “And in the interest of full disclosure, he’s my ex and if I have clients that request a couple, he’s my male partner, though that seldom happens and when it does, we rarely do anything together.”
“Doesn’t that put a damper on your social life?”
“That is a social life. But no. Only because I didn’t have a desire for one.”
“And now?”
She turned her head and gave him a coy look. “I’m thinking I’m open to the idea for the right man.”
“Does this mean things bode well for me?”
“I let you sit down, didn’t I?” They shared a genuine smile. “Well, Peter, that very appealing accent of yours isn’t from around here. How did you end up in our quaint little village?”
“We’re telling the truth then?” Hannah nodded. Peter thought if he was going to do this, he might as well do it all the way. Tell her the complete, ugly truth from the beginning. She’d taken a leap already with her name; maybe this would let her know she could trust him with her life as well. “Right. I was born and raised outside of Glasgow. I married a woman I met while I was in the academy. I thought we were happy. She soon left me for another man. I moved to Kendal. In between, I kept getting promoted just to spite my higher-ups. They didn’t like me, the feeling was mutual. But I was damn good at my job and a promotion got me out of their hair.
“While in Kendal, I was sent down to Blackpool to help with the overflow. I was assigned to a murder case that seemed straightforward. It was almost abundantly clear this man did it or knew who did. I was a dog with a bone at that point. Then I met his wife. To begin with, I was using her for information but, well…we had an affair. An intense one at that. And I fell in love. I thought she did too. This made me want to nail her husband even more. I’m not proud to say I turned into something I’m fully capable of turning into again.
“That pesky thing called ‘The Facts’ threw a spanner in the works. Turns out I had right family, wrong member. Their son did it protecting a friend. But that didn’t matter. I was so far gone at that point, I would have done anything. Almost brought down a good cop because of my libido. He didn’t do anything but his job and calling me out for what I had become.
“At their daughter’s wedding I was going in for the kill. The husband and I made a deal. The case disappears, I get Natalie. That’s her name. Natalie. Anyways, I stayed in Blackpool with her. And then…”
Hannah touched his hand. “She went back to her husband.”
“No. That was over. I was just the first step to her newly discovered independence. She only left with me because she needed a push. I wasn’t special. If it wasn’t me, it would have been someone else, I suspect. She’d married young and because she was pregnant. I was a younger man who was exciting and new. From me, she got a taste of all things she missed. She was honest with me about it at least. And she was none too pleased when she found out about my part in it all.
“I had single-handedly destroyed my credibility there, so I put in for a transfer. My DCI there wanted me to fail. Make me a little fish in a big pond. So, he sent me here.
“What he didn’t count on was my tenacity and this environment is what I had always been searching for. They paired me up with someone who’s just as good as I am and even more trouble.”
Hannah sat back again. “Blimey. We make quite the pair. Don’t we?”
Peter smiled and nodded. “With my professional life in order, I had other needs needing tended to. I got on the computer and discovered a lovely woman by the name of Belle. I didn’t count on her being on of the most fascinating, beautiful, pleasant women I’d ever met. I’m pretty sure she liked me too.”
“Sounds like she a bit of a nutter because she’s pretty sure you’re just as charming as you like to think you are. And handsome. And she’s shown you a side to herself very few have ever seen.”
Peter lifted the hand she had resting on his. “Is that so?” His kissed the back of it.
“You know it is.”
“So, if I were to say, ask you to dinner, what would you say?”
“If you were actually asking, I’d say yes.”
“Dinner?”
“You bet.” It had been three weeks since the attack and they were still healing. She flipped his hand over in hers and traced the red marks there. “Looks unpleasant.”
“Injured in the line of duty.”
“Did you get the bad guy?” They both watched her fingers trace over his palm.
“Yeah and I saved the girl along the way.”
She looked up at him through her lashes. “Thank you. I don’t think I can ever say that enough.”
When their eyes locked, they started to lean together. Their eyes were intent on the other’s lips.
“Can I warm that up for you, Detective?” Shareece was holding a coffee pot and beaming at Peter. He looked down at his barely touched cup.
“No, I’m good. Thank you.”
When she turned to Hannah, her demeanour changed completely. With one hand on her hip, she said, “You?” like she had a nasty taste in her mouth.
“No, thank you.” Hannah said in her most polite voice.
With a final look at their hands, Shareece turned with a “Hmph.”
“Someone has a crush. At least she has good taste. And I’ll never get coffee here again when she’s working. She’ll spit in it for sure.”
“Well, I’ll just have to get it for you then. Besides, she’s young. She’ll get over me.”
Hannah reached into her bag and handed him her ID. “She’s not that much younger than I am.”
Peter looked at the card and handed it back. “You’re almost twenty-five. You’re older, much more experienced and more than old enough for me. Eleven and a half years be damned.”
“Thirty-seven?”
“Will be.”
“Looks good on you. So this dinner then?”
“Yes, Hannah. I’m going to woo you.”
“You’re going to woo me.” She was amused.
“Oh yes. A proper courting. Which means, if we’re going to do this appropriately, our business arrangement has to end.”
“I’m fine with that. Seems like I’ll still be getting something out of this new deal. Here.” She reached into her bag again and scribbled something down on a card and passed to him.
“What’s this?”
“My number.”
He was confused. “But I have your number.”
“No, you have Belle’s number. That’s mine.” They shared another smile. “I’m suddenly free Tuesday night. That work for you?”
“I say so. I’ll call you with the details.” They walked out together and kissed on the cheek.
“You better.”
Hannah was actually anxious. It was her first proper date as herself since Ben, and that had been back in University. Peter had said to dress nice but not too fancy. She had no idea what that meant.
She had straightened her hair and wore make-up, though less than she would have as Belle. She decided on a dress. Feminine and sexy but not provocative. Fabulous knickers of course.
Peter arrived when he said he would. When Hannah opened the door, she let out an appreciative whistle. “A suit and tie. And not only that, wrinkle-free.”
“Yeah, I keep them in a vault for special occasions. May I?” He gestured into her flat.
“Oh, yes, of course. Come in.” She stepped aside and noticed something in his hand. “That for me?”
Peter looked at the wrapped packaged in had forgot he was holding. “Yes. You didn’t really strike me as a flowers sort of girl and I don’t know the important facts of what kind of sweets to get you. So, I went with what I know. Reading and food stuffs.”
She ripped open the paper. “The Little Book of Marmite Tips. That’s cute.”
“Hey! I searched hard for that! Okay, I ordered off of Amazon but I paid for the shipping and it’s the thought.“
She kissed his cheek. “I love it. Can I get you a drink or something?”
“No, let’s just go.”
She picked up her bag. “Let’s. Where are we going?”
“A place nearby.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and pushed out an elbow to her. Hannah happily accepted.
The sun was just setting and everyone was taking advantage of the last gasp of summer air. This forced Peter and Hannah to walk close and occasionally bump each other. Neither seemed to mind. When they arrived at the small, out-of-the-way restaurant, he held the door for her.
Dinner was quiet and intimate. The restaurant’s atmosphere almost demanded it. He commented on the fact that he was pleased that she ordered actual food. She commented back she had to, he knew the contents of her cupboards. They shared pudding but didn’t do the feeding each other thing as they found it silly and it was only a first date. She reached for the bill when it came and he snatched it away, reminding her that he asked her out and she could treat him another time. Both were well aware they discussed future dates as if they were foregone conclusions. Because they both knew they would be doing this again and again.
Once they had walked back into the street, Hannah took Peter’s hand without saying a word. When he looked at that, then her, she asked, “Is this okay? I mean, I don’t do this very often. When I do it’s because I’m being led somewhere or shown off like a possession. I never get to do it just because I like the bloke.”
He smiled and his eyes turned soft. “It’s more than okay.” He squeezed her fingers and bumped her shoulder. “Does this mean you like me?”
She grinned and bumped back. “Maybe.”
They took a long route back to her flat. There was a comment or two here and there but they were mostly in a comfortable silence. As they approached her door, she turned to him. “We’re doing this again, right?”
“I certainly hope so. How about Thursday, all day, next week?”
“Yeah. I can do that.”
“I’ll pick you up at nine. Wear something casual and comfortable shoes you can walk in.”
“In the morning?” He nodded. “Sure. That’s sorted then.” They reached her flat. He waited for her to unlock the door.
She was nervous and she knew why. They both were there because they wanted to be. No other reason. She knew he was going to kiss her, not Belle. And when he did just that, it was different. Better. It started slow and almost chaste but soon deepened into something more. They finally stopped to catch their breaths. She was more than ready to continue the evening and leaned in again when he pulled back.
“Good night, Hannah.” He turned and was halfway down the hall before she started sputtering.
“But…what about?” She pointed inside.
He turned and smiled but kept walking. “I’m wooing you, remember? You’re not going to know what hit you.”
It was too late for that.
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Date: 2008-10-10 05:44 pm (UTC)Wonderful as usual. I love how Peter came to the rescue in the last chappy and how he's "wooing" her in this one. :)
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Date: 2008-10-11 03:06 pm (UTC)I just got a kick out of the idea of Peter saying, "wooing" in that lovely accent.
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Date: 2008-10-10 06:03 pm (UTC)I cannot wait to see where you're gonna take this, more, more!
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Date: 2008-10-11 03:07 pm (UTC)And you'll just have to wait and see!
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Date: 2008-10-10 06:09 pm (UTC)If you need me, I'll be the one in the corner salivating for updates.
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Date: 2008-10-10 06:44 pm (UTC)I've been reading for a while, but this is my first comment. I'm really starting to dig all the Blackpool crossover fics popping up. I especially like how your Carlisle still bursts into song (in the shower, but still).
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Date: 2008-10-11 03:14 pm (UTC)How can you have Peter Carlisle in a fic and not have him sing? That doesn't happen in Hannah's world though so I had to work it in somehow.
I'm glad you're liking it.
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Date: 2008-10-10 06:58 pm (UTC)The two of them are just adorable together.
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Date: 2008-10-10 09:26 pm (UTC)She grinned and bumped back. “Maybe.”
I'd usually find something like this kind of cheesy but considering the circumstances.. so. sweet.
T__T! <3
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Date: 2008-10-10 09:41 pm (UTC)He saw her consider and come to a decision. She took his hand and shook it. “Hannah Baxter.”
I really like how this reveal was done.
Just one thing: You might want to change the chapter summary, since it gives away this "Hannah" moment. I mean, I kind of guessed it, given the last chapter, but it's a bit spoiler-y.
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Date: 2008-10-11 03:21 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed how I did it.
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Date: 2008-10-10 09:47 pm (UTC)They both were honest with each other and had a date.
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Date: 2008-10-11 12:55 am (UTC)I've been enjoying this -- it's very different from the Whofic I usually read -- and am looking forward to more.
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Date: 2008-10-11 03:27 pm (UTC)I hope you like the rest.
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Date: 2008-10-11 11:22 am (UTC)I can feel the difference between Belle and Hannah.
I agree with the last line:)
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Date: 2008-10-12 01:31 pm (UTC)I can't wait to read more!
Jude
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Date: 2008-10-13 01:56 pm (UTC)There's more wooing to come too!
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Date: 2008-10-12 09:40 pm (UTC)I'm glad Peter finally found out her name. Good job Hannah! Now I'm really interested to see how their relationship goes. And it's great how you put in parts of the character with the whole 'putting hand in pocket and offering her his shoulder' thing. *squeee* It's little things like that that make me love Peter!
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