Birthday Fic For siriaeve: Those Who Wander

Happy Birthday, siriaeve!

I tried to get you something you wanted. (No, not David Hewlett, although I tried for that, too—Canada gets very tetchy when you try to steal her people!) I hope you like it.

Title: Those Who Wander
Fandoms: First Monday/David Hewlett's oeuvre
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~7850 words
Summary: “There’s been some sort of mistake,” Julian said, in the careful-slow tone he reserved for children. "I’m not the person you’re looking for. I’m not supposed to be here.”
A/N: Thanks to neery, lavvyan, and z_rayne for taking on the bizarre task of betaing this. And as always, to siriaeve, my fannish other half. This is for you. Happy birthday.

( Those Who Wander )

Siria: Underwear instigator!

As our last act of in person Sirinity action (for now), Siria and I went on a birthday jaunt to Penneys, where the day before Siria had noticed a special little item...

( The ultimate expression of Atlantis fangirlishness! )

Firsts and Lasts

I just said goodbye to Siria at the bus stop. There was lots of hugging and shouting and waving as the bus pulled away. I am sad now.

This morning, after our breakfast, Siria helped me carry over 25 kilos of books to the post office. And guess what? They no longer do slow boat shipping, so it cost me *almost cannot bear to type this* 219 euro to send everything home. *weeps* Hi, world. I need a job?

But then Siria and I went and bought underwear, which made us both feel better, I think. AND! As I was walking her to the bus stop, we actually heard a Trinity College groundskeeper call out, "Top o' the morning to ya!" to a passing woman--with complete sincerity! Siria, I think, had a tiny, tiny brain aneurysm. Today she had her 21st birthday--she entered her 22nd year in Ireland, on this Earth, and that's the first time she's ever heard a real Irish person say that. It was very special. I feel honored.

But she has gone back to Laois now, and I go back to the States in two days, and I am sad.

Blah blah emocakes

God, there is nothing I hate more than waiting. I have a very clear list of goals for myself for tomorrow, but that doesn't help me tonight, nor does it stop me from feeling emotionally in limbo. Why can't I have a clean break? I already feel like I don't live here anymore; I just want to be back in L.A. and have it be done.

Gah. Distractions? Please?