[Milliways: Suite 132]

Sometimes it's nice to have someone looking after you. Bringing you drinks, feeding you, plumping your cushions, checking you can see the TV OK, topping up your hot chocolate, bringing you books, changing the DVD, aksing you how your head is, and your back....

Most of the time, it's just rutting annoying. So Mel values those few times when Mike is called away by cooking, walking Stampy, cleaning, fetching things from his suite, anything she can think of to get rid of him, whcih gives her time to lie in a blanket huddle on the couch, staring blankly at the Discovery Science channel. It's a day dedicated to dinosaurs, today, on a four hour loop. She's sort of glad Cera isn't here to see most of it, especially the documentary on a threopod dig in Utah.

Palaeontology is really very boring.

[Theatrical Muse: Year in Review]

Over the last year, did things go pretty much as you'd expected or planned, or did your life take a significant, unexpected turn? Overall, was it a good year or one that you want to put behind you as fast as you can?

OK, let's see, shall we?

This time last year, I was a doing pretty well for myself. Had a steady job – sure, most people wouldn't think running for a fish was a jake career path for a young woman in her prime, but what the rut do they know, huh? I was getting a reputation, making more money than I was spending for the first time - well, ever, I think. Even had a few friends.

Significant, unexpected turn? How about a shortass bald guy turning up in the warren and spinning some toy about being the chosen one before setting himself on fire? How about a seven foot goat demon showing up in my apartment and telling me the same thing? How about discovering I'm some sort of superhero whose supposed to save the world from vampires? How about discovering what vampires actually are?

How about having my dead twin brother turn up out of the blue and try to end the world? How about having to carry the dead body of a five year old girl from my apartment to her parents? How about leading a bunch or thieves and whores and rutting cops in the turfwar to end all turfwars? How about being eaten by a rutting snake?

How about actually having a civil conversation with my sister?

Right now? I'm doin' pretty well for myself. Got a steady job. Got a reputation. Got the laws off my back. Got a pet demon, for rut's sake. Friends – less of them now, death's a bitch. Respect? Got that in spades.

Good year? Egh, I've had worse.

Muse: Melaka Fray
Fandom: Joss Whedon's Fray
Word Count: 268