FIC: Wish Away (J2 RPS, PG-13) [1/5]

[heidi]

Title: Wish Away
Gift Fic for bimosexual in spn_j2_xmas
Prompt: J2 AU set to the basic plotline of Ever After…cuz yes I am just that cool; or if unfamiliar with the movie any story in which one of the boys is the supposed wealthy/superior 'prince' type, and the other is the poor/inferior pauper but love conquers all and…what not)
Summary: An adaptation of an adaptation of an adaptation. Jared Padalecki contends with his stepfather, Lord Fredric Lehane, and tries to rescue the family business - but how will Prince Jensen change his life? AU
Part one of five - the next four parts should be posted over the next few weeks, and it should be complete by Valentine's Day.
Rating PG-13.
Pairing: Eventual Jared/Jensen
Disclaimers: Not mine, never happened, total AU, ideally transformative. Some lines in this chapter are taken directly from the script of Ever After. The title is from a line in "Ever Ever After" by Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz.



It's the wedding of the year, Miss Smith and the rest of the staff keep whispering as they set out the silver platters and supervise deliveries of flowers and tables and chairs. Jared may be only ten but he knows how unusual it is for a lord to marry a commoner, especially in Texas. If his mother wasn't on track to earn a peerage thanks to her fantastic management of Padalecki Enterprises the society reporters would all frown about it, but instead, they're all thrilled about the event.

That, or they're hoping for a dance with Prince Alan.

But before the festivities, the manor needs to be made ready. A team of people worked on the pool for two days, building a platform over the water, and Jared's climbing wall was dismantled and moved to the carriage house so they could set up a stage for a band.

Jared cared more about the candy for the reception. He knew that hundreds of gold-foiled hearts were going to be in the house for nearly two days - close enough to see, but forbidden to touch until after the wedding. At least, Jared thought, Mama's promised him every single one left on the tables. Since Chad's mama is the wedding planner, he got to go with her to pick up the boxes and swore to Jared that there were more than five hundred chocolate hearts; Jared had gratefully promised to share his stash with him. He knew he could wait one more day, especially if he didn't re-read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in the meantime.

He knew the reason his mother wanted him to stay away from the candy. She hoped he could make a better impression than he did the first time he met Lord Fredric Lehane at Prince Alan's Easter Egg Hunt at Austin Castle last spring.

Mama and Lord Fredric had announced their engagement a week earlier, and Miss Smith brought him from San Antonio so he could be presented to Lord Fredric. He'd had a haircut and a new suit and was supposed to wait until the luncheon, but how could he resist the call of the chocolate eggs he'd watched the servants hide all around the lawn? Two older boys had already made a dash around the maze before coming back to the palace with a bag of sweets between them, but Jared took only three sweets from under a shrub. They were enough to stain his mouth, tie, book and hands with red and yellow dye. Not the best way to meet one's future father, he knew.

"Oh, Jared," his mother had sighed when he crashed into her in a corridor while she was walking with Lord Fredric to the luncheon. She'd pulled a handkerchief out of her purse and knelt down to clean him off. "You were supposed to wait with Miss Smith! Now, look at you." She'd rubbed at his cheeks while turning to the tall man who'd been walking beside her.

"Dear Fredric, somewhere under all this chocolate -" she pulled a few leaves from his hair - "is my Jared."

The man had stood almost at attention as he spoke. "He looks perfectly edible, my sweet. Jared, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. Your mother talks of nothing else."

"Sorry, sorry!" Jared had said as his mother had tried to clean the stickiness off his mouth. "I thought I could finish before -"

She smiled lovingly. "Baby, it's fine. Just not what I'd expected. I left you a little gentleman and now?"

"Now, I'm a wolf-dragon who liberated chocolate from the hoarders!"

She'd smiled, and no longer looked sad or upset at his appearance, but Jared hadn't felt much cleaner. She'd put the handkerchief back into her purse and pulled out her phone, stroking Jared's head throughout. While she was on the phone, Lord Fredric asked, "What did you score?"

Jared pulled his attention away from his mother as she stood again - he was pretty sure she'd called Miss Smith - and held out the last egg, and the two empty wrappers. "This one said it was a chocolate pie, but it was just a big triangle. The other one had pecans, and this one -" he held up the last cellophane-wrapped packet - is all sugar and there's a story inside."

"The Victory at the Alamo," Lord Fredric read off the tag, "and with little candied guns, too. Betcha'll enjoy that! You know, my kids couldn't make it today - they're with their grandma because they have school tomorrow, so would you...." He plucked the candy from Jared's hand. "I'll just take them a little souvenir."

Jared had wanted to say no as loud as he could - nobody took his candy, not ever - but he had to make a good impression, to make up for the way things had started with Lord Fredric. He'd be able to get some more candy later, anyway.

"Okay, sure," he'd said, trying to sound generous. "How many kids do you have?" he asked, trying to be polite.

"Two. Sebastian is a little bit younger than you - he's in third grade and as I hear it you're in the fifth."

"No," Jared interrupted. "I'm in fourth grade now. I won't be ten until summertime."

"Then you're almost four years younger than Nicole. Remember, she only likes to be called Nikki, and she'll be going to boarding school in Austin next fall, even if we're in San Antonio. It's important for her to remain among the nobility, I think." Jared nodded, but didn't understand why she needed to be at school away from home.

"Jared?" He turned his attention back to his mother as she slipped her phone back into her purse.

"I think you've had enough today, honey. Miss Smith'll be here in a sec, so I'll see you back at the hotel before dinner. I don't think you want to come before the princes and princess looking like you've just lost a fight with a cactus."

"But I-" He wanted to sit with her at the luncheon and tell her about cattle he'd seen on the drive up and the movie Miss Smith took him to last Thursday and of course he wanted another go at the candy hunt, and he was supposed to meet Prince Joshua and Prince Jensen for the first time!

"Please? For me? I'll fly back with you in the morning - I don't have to be out of town again until next Wednesday so we can have a special dinner tomorrow night, just us."

"You'll pick me up from school?"

"Monday, yes. I'll leave work early and get you. But Tuesday, are you okay with going to Chad's?"

It'd been ordinary for at least two years for Jared to go to Chad Murray's house every day after school. Mama usually picked him up around six on her way home from Padalecki Drilling, but if she was out of town, Miss Smith would stay overnight and keep an eye on Jared.

He'd nodded as he heard Miss Smith come in - he could recognize the stomp of her boots even on the carpeted floors in this royal estate. "Love you, Mama," he'd said over his shoulder as he followed Miss Smith to the porte cochere.

-*-*-*-

She'd been home at night more since then, but it wasn't unusual for her to get home after eight or even nine. Since the Lehanes arrived in the last week of July, she'd been at the office so much so she could take some time off for the wedding, and start cutting back afterwards. Dress fittings, introducing Lord Fredric - who Jared needed to start thinking of as "dad" even though it made his head hurt - to their friends here in San Antonio, and welcoming cousins who'd come from countries as diverse as the United States, the Confederate Republic, Persia, British Columbia and the Hapsburg Republic - everything had to fit in around work, and it was only the promise that in September there would be family dinners almost every night that kept Jared from missing her even more than he did.

After the wedding and the honeymoon and the merger of Padalecki Drilling and the Lehane oil fields things will change, he told himself every single day.

"The plan is," she told Jared the first week of August, "Freddie and I will take a few days' honeymoon in Galveston, and then we'll take you, Nicole and Sebastian on a trip on the company yacht. New family togetherness time! Won't it be great?"

He nodded, and was sure that it would be, especially if they went down to Mexico to see the dolphins. Nicole had asked if they could go to Cuba, and Jared was pretty sure his mama would not agree to that. Jared definitely doesn't want to go there because it means thinking about his dad and Jeffrey and Megan, and he can't do that when he's trying to be happy about this brand new family his mama is making for him.

And he is, he really is happy. A father and a new brother and sister - they won't fill the empty places in his heart but his mama's promised that he'll be less lonely with other kids around.

-*-*-*-

Thursday night, with the wedding only two days away, Jared found his mother packing her suitcase after dinner. The house had been full of people only an hour ago, but when it's empty, it's silent. Her closet doors were flung open and shoes were piled at the foot of the bed.

"I brought you some ice cream," he said.

"Rocky road?"

"Of course." Jared put the tray on the opposite side of the bed from the dresses still on their hangers, and handed her a spoon before digging in himself. She folded one last skirt and put it into the suitcase before climbing onto the bed to sit next to him.

"You'll be nice to them, make them feel at home while we're away?"

"Yeah! We're going to to the zoo and we'll swim a lot, and I'll take them to meet the tennis guys at the club, and..."

"And keep Sebastian away from Chad until they've settled in a bit?" The first - and only - time that Chad met Sebastian, they both ended up with ripped shirts and bloody noses from a fight over whether Austin was better than San Antonio.

Jared sighed. "Yeah. I'll see Chad at school."

"Will you take them to the library?" Jared blinked. He hadn't thought about that. "Honey, I know you go every week, and it's your way to stay close to Jeff and Meggie. You don't have to stay away from it just because I'm getting married again."

"I know. But what if they don't love books?" He'd never seen Sebastian with a book in his hand, and Nikki hadn't read anything but magazines.

She shook her head. "It shouldn't matter. It's important to you, and they should be willing to go to the Padalecki Children's Wing at least once. That's what sisters and brothers do for each other. Speaking of books, I have something of your dad's for you." She reached over to her nightstand and pulled a thick paperback from the drawer.

"The Hobbit," Jared read on the slightly town cover. The pages were dog-eared, and some passages were underlined, with notes in the margins.

"I think he got it in college. He had it - this same copy - as long as I knew him. It may be a bit thick for a nine year old, but I think you're ready to move on from those dinosaur books. Are you listening to me?"

He wasn't; Jared had already started the first page, his ice cream forgotten. His mother put another pillow behind his back, then leaned against the headboard and watched him as he read. She'd finish packing in the morning.

-*-*-*-

The first guests weren't supposed to arrive at the wedding until late in the morning; the ceremony was called for noon, but all depended on when Prince Alan and his family arrived. At dinner the night before Nikki had reminded everyone that the happy couple couldn't see each other beforehand, so Jared played messenger between his mother upstairs and Lord Fredric and Mrs. Murray, who handled the last details in the ballroom and on the terrace.

Since the wedding wouldn't be able to start until the royal family arrived, the guests didn't go to their seats, but mingled in the library, sipping champagne and nibbling strawberries. Nikki and Sebastian had been deputized to hand programs around, and Jared sat on the library window seat, where he had a perfect view of the door so he could notify his mother as soon as the prince and princess came in. Nobody knew which of their children were coming, so they couldn't even finish setting the head table until they arrived. Miss Smith would supervise that during the ceremony.

Finally, just before noon, two white Bentleys pulled into the drive, followed by a smart black security car. Prince Alan and Princess Donna alighted from the first car and the princes stepped out of the second, while a half-dozen security people swarmed around them; the littlest royal, Princess Kenzie, had not come, just as Jared's mother had suspected. It would've been a long day for a six year old.

Lord Fredric bounded down the steps to escort the princess to her seat at the ceremony. Once he was outside speaking to the family, Jared bolted from his seat towards the stairs. He had to make it up the stairs before they came into the house, or he'd have to go through all the formalities of introductions now, which would not do when his mother needed him to let her know they were almost ready to begin.

He was halfway through the foyer when the door opened, and even though he'd been warned not to run in his dress shoes, he broke into a run towards the stairs, trying to stay one step ahead of their guests. As he reached the first step, he heard a voice behind him.

"Please tell me there's a television in a room that nobody's going to go into."

"What?" Jared replied and turned around. The younger of the two princes stood in the doorway, limned by the noon sun. He looked pissed off, as if he was trying not to glare.

"I don't want to sit through some boring wedding for people I don't even know just because my parents said I had to. I want to watch the Aggies kick-"

"UM all over the field, right? It's only pre-season, though, it doesn't even -" Jared stopped short. He was talking to a prince, and he hadn't even bowed yet! After a whole summer of etiquette lessons to get ready for the wedding and living in a house with a member of the peerage, he should know better! He caught himself and instead of debating the importance of pre-season college football games, he apologized and bowed. "So sorry, Sire! I can show you where the TV is, but -" Jared couldn't resist finishing his earlier thought. "The game doesn't even count for the stats."

"I'm the patron for A&M, kid; of course it counts. And any time we can beat a team from the Confederate States, it's important for our great country. I should be at the game right now, but instead...."

A large, imposing figure stepped into the doorway behind the prince. "Jensen, are you trying to duck out of the ceremony again?" The young man startled, then opened his mouth as if to argue something.

With a hasty "Excuse me, Your Highness," Jared took advantage of the moment to flee up the stairs.

By the time he reached his mother's room, Miss Smith had finished fastening her buttons and she was ready to go down.

"How's my escort doing?" she asked Jared with a kiss.

"Don't do that, ma'am," Miss Smith said. "You'll smudge your lipstick and turn Jared's cheeks pink."

"I don't mind," he mumbled, smudging his fingers across his cheek.

"How's the book coming?" she asked as they walked down the hall to the elevator that would bring them to the anteroom by the ballroom. "Has Gandalf shown up yet?"

"The trolls have turned to stone," Jared replied. "Will you read the next one with me, when you're back from your trip? Will you have time, as you'll have to be a wife now?"

"Yes, I will. I'm your mother, first and ever. We've been hand and glove, you and I-"

They were there, outside the door, and the ballroom was filled with people who were going to stare and watch and when they got to the front of the room, he'd have to give her hand up and Lord Fredric would put the ring on her finger and things would never be the same again.

He hadn't let himself think about what that would mean, not until now, and tried to mask the butterflies in his stomach. "Peas in a pod. "

"Yes," she laughed. "And it's been a long time since..." She sighed. "I suppose this will take some getting used to, but we can do it together."

"Always together," he replied, and took her hand. The Wedding March began, the doors opened, and they walked into the room, perfectly in step together, just as they'd rehearsed.

He tried to catch a few eyes in the crowd - Miss Smith was standing by the far door, the Murray family was halfway down the aisle and Chad stuck his tongue out as Jared passed by, and the boy he'd spoken to at the door - the younger Ackles - almost made him freeze in his tracks when he gave Jared a quick wink.

Finally, they reached the front and the priest asked Jared, "Who gives this woman to be married to this man?"

His voice squeaked a bit as he said, "I do," so he took a deep breath and said it again. "I do." He unclenched his hand from hers and placed it in Lord Fredric's outstretched palm, then moved to step back to his seat on the aisle across from Sebastian. He was only a step away when she touched his shoulder, then leaned over and kissed him again on his temple. Her hair tickled his nose, and he was sure he wasn't supposed to say anything more, but he had to. "It's okay, Mama. Go ahead," he said so softly he knew nobody else had heard him.

The rest of the ceremony was a blur. Nikki held the bride's bouquet, Sebastian handed the rings to his father at the right moment, and it wasn't until everyone clapped at the end that Jared looked back up at his mother and the man who was now his father. They were both smiling as they turned to walk back up the aisle. Nikki followed directly behind, and Jared and Sebastian were supposed to walk out next, but the aisle filled with well-wishers so quickly that he couldn't get through without pushing. He climbed onto his chair and could see Lord Fredric a few rows back to speak with Prince Alan, but his mother continued up the aisle toward the door. Sebastian tugged on his hand after a minute or so, and said, "Let's go around the side."

"And catch her," Jared replied.

That's where he was when he heard a crash and a shout that made him freeze. He thought he heard Nikki shout, and then he heard Lord Fredric from the middle of the crowd. "Sher! Sherri!"

Jared never knew how he got to the chamber outside the ballroom, and couldn't comprehend what he saw there - his mother lying in the middle of the floor, her blue gown pooled around her and her face turning pale. She reached a hand to his face and he put his own palm on top of hers, holding her so close. He didn't see Lord Fredric kneel beside her head, or hear the shouts around him - "Doctor! Doctor!" - until someone tried to pull him out of the way, but he didn't let any of them. He clung to her shoulders and would not let go. He did not scream because all he could do was cry.

It would be ten years before love again entered his life, in the form of a man who was still a boy in many, many ways.

In Austin Castle, Prince Alan Ackles was shouting. Again.

"The marriage contract has been drawn up with the House of Yi, and I will not let this one fall through as well!"

"Joshua's rebellion should not cause us to force Jensen into a situation that he-"

"Of course it should. It must! I will not allow a second humiliation - and we need the landing rights and Baron Dell has made it very clear that he wants access to their technology. The Korean parliament has been perfectly frank that we shall have neither absent this treaty!"

"Why can we not arrange for young Lord Dell to enter into the marriage, if the Baron wants it so desperately? Princess Donna said sadly, "Why should our son be obligated to suit someone else's needs, and not his own, especially as he does not love the girl?"

"It's not about love," Prince Alan interrupted.

"Perhaps it should be," the princess continued. "Perhaps-" They heard a door slam outside the room. "Jensen?"

The prince ran to the door and flung it open. "Jensen! How dare you-" he shouted as he stormed through the corridors to his son's suite. When he reached it, he tugged at the doorknob again and again until a servant appeared and started to fumble with a heavy set of keys.

"I'll do it," the prince insisted. He tried first one key, then another, but even though the handle turned, he could not open the door. A moment later, two guards appeared, and began to slam their shoulders into the door. Finally, it opened and the prince burst through, his wife a few seconds behind him.

A window had been flung wide open and a sheet hung over below the sash. "Find him!" Prince Alan shouted. "Find him and bring him to me in irons!"

-*-*-*-

Jared knew that the rest of the household didn't understand, but it had been years since he cared. The books had been stripped out of his father's beloved library when he was eleven or twelve. With everything boxed up and neglected in the attic, he'd sneak up almost every night after he'd finished his chores, and read until he fell asleep on the broken brass bed that had once been Megan's. Nikki had sent it up there a week after the Lehanes had moved in, and had it replaced with a meringue of tulle and fluff imported from the United States.

For five years, Jared had wondered why the Lehanes moved to San Antonio even after his mother died, and it wasn't until he was fifteen and had access to the internet at school that he got some answers - answers that should have been obvious for years, had he understood what was happening to his home.

Lord Fredric was broke, and had been steadily reaching that point since his first wife had died back in '87. The Lehane oil fields were one of the last vestiges of Texan slavery, and Jared supposed that since Abolition in the mid-30s, the company had survived on credit and promises. Despite that Lord Fredric had always lived lavishly, traveling first-class abroad to go skiing every winter in Aspen with his children, and to cruise the Mediterranean on a yacht with friends every summer. He spent thousands of redbacks each month on clothing, and purchased Nikki and Sebastian anything they wished for. He would have been able to do all that on income from the Lehane oil wells, merged with Padalecki Enterprises or not, had he been anything resembling a competent businessman, but he was anything but that.

Three months after Shari Padalecki's death, Lord Fredric had pushed through the merger of the companies, and finalized his adoption of Jared in the space of a week. He manipulated the assignment of seats on the Board of Directors of the new Lehane Enterprises, obtained an astronomical salary and personal expense account, and drew it regardless of the fortunes of the company, which were dire as the milennium turned.

His friends were a thieving lot, too. He had parties nearly every weekend at the manor, and when Jared would clean up the destruction they had wrought into Sunday morning, he always noticed that something had gone missing - a valuable dish, a few pieces of silver, sometimes even a piece of art off the walls. Jared would mention it to Lord Fredric, but the man always brushed it off.

The cook and gardener had been dismissed years before. Jared was sure that Lord Fredric would have found a way to fire Miss Smith as well, but his mother had put the house-manager on the corporate payroll under an actual contract when Jared was five or six. That didn't stop Lord Fredric from trying to make her miserage within the household, but as she told Jared at least once a week, she would stay at the manor as long as he did.

Of course, she always followed up that statement by asking, "Jared, why don't you just leave? Take one of those motorcycles you spend so much time retooling, and go. There are enough good people in San Antonio and even Austin that remember your mother - and your father. A job, a life - anything that will allow you to escape this situation."

He always said the same thing back to her. "This is my mother's home, and the house my father built. This is our home, Samantha, and I will not see it fall apart." If he left, there would be nothing to stop Lord Fredric from destroying the company and annihalating everything Jared's parents had left behind.

As it was, he had some limited access to the corporate intranet and even Lord Fredric's files. The fall after he'd turned sixteen, Lord Fredric tricked him into taking an equivilency exam, which he, of course, passed. But instead of moving to college, as Lord Fredric had promised, Jared instead found himself banished from attending high school; Lord Fredric purported to be generous when he gave Jared an internship within Lehane Enterprises, but Jared knew it was another way for Lord Fredric to manage everything in Jared's life, especially as he didn't bother to control anything about Nikki or Sebastian. Jared's stepsister had been to three colleges in two years, but hardly ever bothered to attend anything but parties. Sebastian was spending his second senior year at his fourth prep school, and Jared assumed that if he bothered to go to college at all, he'd have a schedule similar to his sister's.

He went to the office when Lord Fredric did, where his official task was to arrange and re-arrange his stepfather's files according to whatever capricious order Lord Fredric had chosen for the day, but in the last year, when Lord Fredric would go out to three hour liquid lunches with staffers or secretaries, Jared would slip onto the computer to update himself on what was happening at the company.

In those long evenings with the remnants of his family's library in the sweltering attic, he read novels, biographies, history books - and an enormous range of marketing, management and law books. He started to understand the problems with the business, and in the daylight hours that he spent tending the lawns, repairing the eaves, gutters and windows, gathering fruit from the orchards and cleaning the pool, he thought about how to repair them.

He was on a ladder amid the grapefruit and date trees behind the carriage house, pondering turnaround techniques that hadn't worked with failed oil companies like Arbusto, when he heard a roar coming from the inside. He jumped from the ladder and ran around the corner; to his shock, one of his father's ancient Harleys was rumbling across the driveway, ridden by an unfamiliar, helmeted man. The rider didn't pick up much speed - did he even know how to ride? - so Jared reached down to grab three of the grapefruits, then hurled them at the cycle. He didn't want to damage it - he'd spent hours getting it to run in the first place - but he did want to...

"Stop! Thief!"

The criminal turned to a stop and nearly wiped out, but managed to right the bike at the last moment. Maybe he did know how to ride after all, Jared though as he threw another grapefruit straight at the man's helmet. He struggled to remove it, and shouted "Stop!" as he did, while Jared yelled back, "Thief! This will teach you to steal my father's bike!"

"I left my scooter in your garage," the man said from inside the helmet as he pulled it off his fair hair. "It is out of gas. I have no choice."

"And our choice is what? To let you?" Jared shouted as he ran towards the thief.

"I was only borrowing-" he added. In that moment, Jared finally saw the thief's face, and gasped, dropping to his knees on the brick.

"Forgive me, Your Highness. I did not see you."

"Your aim would suggest otherwise."

Jared could hardly bear to speak again, but he had to. It was the only way to convince Prince Jensen - for that was who the thief truly was - not to destroy the manor as punishment for Jared's indefensible transgression. "For that," he choked, "I know I must die." He kept his eyes on the brick, too terrified to look at the prince.

He could not believe his ears when the prince spoke again. "Speak of this to no-one and, er, I shall be lenient." Jared was tempted to push his luck, and dared speak again.

"We have other vehicles, sire. Cars, much more comfortable on a hot day like this, if that is your wish."

"I wish for nothing more but to be free of my gilded cage," Prince Jensen replied as he put the helmet back on. He reached into the pack on his back and pulled out a pouch, and as he re-mounted the cycle, he poured gold coins onto Jared's hands and said, "For your silence."

"But sire," Jared started to say, but before he could manage another word, the prince nudged the cycle into gear and turned it back to the road, leaving Jared and the coins behind.


TO BE CONTINUED...

And yes, I know that this is a pretty insane time to post an SPN fic. Show has just aired in half the country and is about to air in the other half, and I want to take some time to rant about the evil bitch(es) who did the one thing you do not do to anyone in fandom - namely, send links to their fannish activity, includng art or fic (whether it's rated G or NC-17)) to their family or RL friends - or (does it even need to be said?) to their offices.

Whoever did this? You are evil. Someone did this to me years ago and it still makes me ill to think about it, to remember how it felt to sit in my office and worry that I was going to be fired because the law firm I worked for suddenly knew I wrote fanfic. I was lucky - there were no negative consequences. But that's a one in a million chance and almost no other workplace would be so kind.

Have not yet seen Show. Had a long meeting tonight, and may not get to see it until the morning. Please do not spoil me! Thanks!

Comments

[labellerose.livejournal.com]

I've heard the backwash of some of the 'outing' but don't know the people or the fandom. Probably just was well.
But dear ghods and ghoddesses, I sure have a lot to lose if somebody does that to me.

[heidi8.livejournal.com]

I can't think of anyone who wouldn't. I mean, my family knows that I'm fannish, but if they read, say, one of the fics that FA hosts in the R-rated category, they'd flip out, and I'd have to deal with it for years. Gah.

[labellerose.livejournal.com]

Oh I hear that-I'm a teacher.

[macbyrne.livejournal.com]

This is one of my very favorite movies, and I love how you've put the J's in it!!! Can't WAIT for more!!!

[heidi8.livejournal.com]

Thank you! More next weekend, I think....

[leodragon1.livejournal.com]

Ever After is one of my favourite movies. I love how you've made it so that Lehne was after Jared's company. Good motive. I can't wait to see the rest of it.

[heidi8.livejournal.com]

And he's so young in the beginning, he has no idea what's really happening. Thanks so much for your comment, and for reading! :D

[roguebitch.livejournal.com]

This is really interesting! I can't wait to see the next chapter.

[blaidd-drwg.livejournal.com]

I'm not into RPS, but as you can see from my own lj I do love fic recs, so I thought this was an appropriate place to leave this message. I'm asking all my friends to voice their choice.
http://texan-elf.livejournal.com/439963.html

[sigrundora.livejournal.com]

This is so good....but where's the rest? I need to find out how it ends......

Thank you for this part ;)

[locifan.livejournal.com]

Any chance you'll be posting the rest of this at some point? *hopes*