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NEW! "Hazard Pay - Epilogue"

Posted on 2014.01.05 at 14:10
Title: Hazard Pay – Epilogue

Pairing: Noah/OMC

Rating: M

Prompt: Action!Noah in action ripped from the headlines!

Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. Don’t make no money.



***

OUTFront Magazine: The Independent Gay Voice, Vol. II, Issue 4, October 2013

Celebrity Profile: “Jefferson Carter Opens Up On Coming Out”

Editor’s Note: After finishing this assignment, OUTFront reporter Devon “Ace” Penway will owe me a Bloody Mary at Trader Sal’s. For details, read on.

The first thing you notice about Jefferson Carter is how calm he is.

That’s a lie. The first things you notice are his famously good looks and stunning blue eyes. When he greets a guest at the door of his loft, those legendary baby blues are set off by a navy crew-neck sweater, the conservative look further complemented by a white button-down, pressed jeans, navy socks, and loafers.

The second thing you notice is just how cool, calm, and collected the noted journalist is in person. This is perhaps not surprising in a man known across the world for his onscreen cool in the face of impending death — this is a guy who has quite literally swum with sharks — but it was a big surprise to this harried reporter on a busy New York afternoon, twenty minutes late for his first high-profile assignment.

Despite his own no-doubt packed schedule, Carter serenely waves off my apologies and offers me tea in a china cup, as gracious as a Southern hostess greeting an old friend.

In a city full of frantic people frantically trying to scramble their way to the top, the effect is startling.

Some might argue that Jefferson Carter can afford to be relaxed, given his pedigree, and that he’s never had to scramble frantically for anything. Certainly few of us experienced as seemingly easy a coming-out process as Carter’s groundbreaking public announcement three years ago on the popular news magazine Ninety Minutes — a coming-out noted for the silence that followed, including the relatively small amount of public condemnation or over-the-top homophobia from the usual suspects. (Although Florida Senator Chester “Chip” Whitely was quoted on Wolf News that Carter was “contributing to the moral degradation of America’s youth,” the Republican senator’s comments were quickly overshadowed by his own very public outing after being caught with a male prostitute in a Dade County restroom.)

Meanwhile, Carter was embraced both by the gay community, reaching near-icon status, and the viewing public. Jefferson Carter: On Assignment, his regular reporting gig for TNN, continues to draw the highest numbers for the network, along with critical praise, and his star shows no signs of waning.

But anyone who has read Carter’s best-selling autobiography Anywhere I Hang My Hat: Memoirs of An Itinerant Journalist knows that his life hasn't always been drama-free, let alone serene.

Instead, Carter shocked readers by revealing that his storied socialite parents, Win and Maria Carter, endured a troubled marriage far from the fairy-tale romance described by the press — so far that it ended in a double-murder suicide witnessed by their only son. This was followed by a cover-up of Chappaquiddick-like proportions, engineered by the Carter family.

Not content with a tell-all, Carter used his considerable journalistic skills, digging up detailed, significant, and near-obsessive amounts of evidence to back his claim, including a sworn confession from a retired police officer who witnessed the events — and participated in the cover-up — as a young man. Carter also drew on court documents when telling the story of the legendary custody battle that pitted his father’s family against his mother’s for control of his personal fortune.

The placid Carter almost bristles when I bring up his tactics.

“I’m a reporter,” he says, his blue eyes turning frosty. “My training tells me that if you can’t back something up with facts, you shouldn’t say it.”

I’m worried the interview has gotten off on the wrong foot, but fortunately we are interrupted by the arrival of Carter’s husband, Noah Mayer, and the couple’s dogs, Molly and Moses. The former is a handsome Brittany Spaniel, the latter a black Lab mixed with something small and shaggy.

The contrast clearly mirrors that of the couple, which Mayer points out with a laugh. “The purebred and the mutt,” he says, indicating Carter and then himself. “Just like us.”

Unlike Carter’s studied elegance, Mayer is dressed in worn cargo pants and a Tribeca Film Festival T-shirt. He’s barefoot, sporting a day’s growth of whiskers, and his dark hair is disheveled. Still, he boasts an impressive physique, handsome features, and eyes almost as startlingly blue as Carter’s.

However, Mayer is more reserved in his manner, almost wary. Still, he apologizes for being late, explaining that he got caught up in the editing process. (Carter and Mayer recently purchased the loft across the hall, which Mayer has converted into an editing studio for his work as an award-winning documentary filmmaker.)

The couple isn’t overtly affectionate, perhaps a result of their origins: Mayer started out as Carter’s cameraman at TNN. The couple won global acclaim for their work in the field, even as they carried on a discreet affair before eventually being outed by the now-defunct DMZ website. Still, the two men have that easy rapport and disgusting way of finishing each other’s sentences typical of long-term relationships. There’s also an adorable married moment when they realize each has accidentally put on the other’s reading glasses. (They both wear similar dark-rimmed frames.)

OUTFront: “Let’s start with the marriage thing. When gay marriage became legal in New York, you two were one of the first couples to tie the knot. What was that moment like?”

In what will become a recurring habit, Carter and Mayer look at one another before replying. Then Carter speaks.

Carter: “Amazing. Beautiful. Weird.”

Mayer laughs as I ask for clarification.

Carter: “We had talked about doing something big, inviting all our friends and family, but then TNN wanted to send me on assignment to Patagonia to film penguins.”

Editor’s Note: Carter’s report Fight of the Penguins: Global Warming On Ice went on to win a World Wildlife Council “Opus” Award for best environmental reporting.

Carter: “With travel, it meant being away from home for a month...”

Mayer (interrupting): “And meanwhile I needed a root canal and wanted his dental coverage...”

Carter: “We managed to get an appointment at City Hall that same day, so we suited up...”

Mayer (laughing): “And got the job done.”

Carter shows me a black-and-white photo of the couple on the day, along with their friend, TV hostess Pippa Green. She and her then-boyfriend, now-husband, New York Colts Quarterback Mike Sanchez, acted as witnesses for the ceremony. In the photo, all four are laughing as they toast with champagne flutes.

Carter: “We had a celebratory drink, then I got on a plane and headed for South America.”

Mayer: “And I had dental surgery. We still haven’t gotten around to taking that honeymoon.”

Carter: “But no matter the circumstances, that moment when you look the person you love in the eye and say ‘I do' is...”

His eyes seek out Mayer’s again.

Mayer: “Profound. And perfect.”

For a moment, the couple links hands, their identical platinum wedding bands glinting in the afternoon sun.

Carter: “Our friends and family were plenty mad they missed it, though. When I got back, they threw us a bunch of parties, one in Charleston and one in Illinois. And then my dad’s family rented out the entire Rainbow Room for the night.”

Mayer: “I think it was a competition at that point.”

OUTFront: “Speaking of the Carters, it seems odd that your family was so accepting of your marriage so soon after the publication of your memoir. Didn’t they try to block publication of the book?”

Carter: “They did. Then again, it’s typical of my family to try to resolve in court a matter that could be more easily resolved with a phone call, or a reasonable conversation. I’d say our relationship at this point is cordial.”

OUTFront: “Given your popularity, it might not be prudent for them to be seen as the bad guys.”

Carter: “You could say that. Then again, my grandmother Edith always thought television was a passing fad and that an informed public would quickly return to newspapers as the obviously superior news source. So I doubt she cared what the viewing public thought.”

OUTFront: “Is it true that you visited your grandmother before her death?”

Carter: “It’s true. We were both summoned to her mansion in upstate New York, which was a bit of a surprise.”

Mayer (interjecting): “I thought she was going to make us disappear.”

Carter: “It turned out to be a lovely afternoon. It helped that Noah charmed the pants off her.”

Mayer: “I did not.”

Carter: “He did. He even took her picture.”

Carter leads the way to a large brick wall in the loft, which is taken up with framed photos — some from the couple’s travels, but many more of their extensive network of family and friends. Among the candid shots of crowded family gatherings and awkward school photos of children, Carter points to a black-and-white portrait of a distinguished elderly woman. She is seated by a window with impeccable posture, looking away from the camera. But the light falling across her face softens her features, making her look at once her full age and the striking young woman she once was. A small smile plays at the corner of her mouth, as if she is fully aware of the magnificent picture she presents.

Carter: “I love how Noah captured her humor. She really was a funny woman, beneath that terrifying exterior.”

OUTFront: “Would you say you have forgiven your grandmother for her part in your family drama?”

Mayer frowns, as if he thinks the question is too personal, but Carter reassures him with a touch on his arm. It’s one of many small gestures the couple makes that speaks of their deep bond. In today’s age of in-your-face celebrity couples, their old-fashioned reticence is refreshing.

Eventually, Carter replies, visibly choosing his words with care.

Carter: “Certainly my grandmother wasn’t responsible for my father’s actions. And in covering them up, she did what she thought was necessary to protect the family.”

OUTFront: “And the custody battle that was so personally devastating for you?”

Carter: “Same thing. I may not agree with her actions, but I can acknowledge that, in the end, everything my grandmother did was for her family. It’s not quite forgiveness, but it’s a start.”

I ask Mayer if he has experienced a similar rapprochement with his estranged father. Among other crimes, the retired Army colonel is currently serving time in Statesville Prison in Illinois for a violent attack on Mayer’s then-boyfriend, publishing mogul and noted LGBT advocate Luke Snyder. The elder Mayer was also convicted of the murder of Noah's mother Charlene and the attempted murder of a police officer in rural Illinois.

In reply to my question, Mayer gives a terse, “No.”

As if eager to change the subject, Carter points out several other black-and-white photos on the wall, all taken by Mayer. One shows a line of pelicans flying over a long curling wave; the other, a patch of sea grass on a white-sanded dune. Both display strong composition and contrast softened by fluidity and tinged with a hint of melancholy.

Mayer quickly brushes aside any praise, clearly embarrassed by the attention.

Mayer: “Jeff gave me his dad’s old Nikon camera, and I’ve just been playing around with it. I can’t believe he bothered to have those framed.”

Carter: “We built a small dark room in the studio next door, so he can develop his own shots.”

Mayer: “The hard part these days is finding film—"

Carter (laughing): “No, no, no! If he gets going on one of his rants about film vs. digital, we’ll be here all afternoon.”

Mayer blushes, but subsides. I take the opportunity to ask the couple if they still work together. As usual, they confer silently before replying.

Carter: “We definitely love working together, but we try to choose our projects carefully. We’re both so busy, we really treasure our time together, so we need to make sure any project we take on won’t interfere too much with our home life.”

Mayer: “Yeah, the dogs get pretty pissy when that happens.”

Carter: “That’s one reason why the program at TNN is structured the way it is. I do fewer assignments during the year, but they’re longer-term. Patty Cather, our producer at TNN, has been very generous about letting us develop the show that way.”

I mention Carter’s coverage of the hurricane relief efforts in Haiti as an example, and he nods.

Carter: “Rather than just dipping into a story and move on, we really try to develop it into a longer piece. It means I don’t travel as much, but I hope the stories we tell are well-researched and compelling. Noah’s done camera work on some of the assignments, because he’s simply the best there is.”

Mayer: “Biased much?”

Carter: “But he’s pretty busy with his own career.”

Mayer blushes again, clearly not eager to talk about his own accomplishments. But he does acknowledge the recent GLAAD award for his documentary Tell, which explores issues around coming out in the military, as “humbling” and “a milestone.”

Mayer: “Even after the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, it took a tremendous amount of courage for those active military personnel to tell their stories. My goal was to honor that courage by making the best film I could from a technical standpoint.”

This brings the conversation to the couple’s advocacy work. Both are active supporters of LGBT rights, and it should be mentioned that both were initial investors in OUTFront. Mayer works regularly with The Snyder Foundation, which provides opportunities for LGBT youth in Illinois and New York, particularly those who are homeless, to tell their stories through film-making, creative writing, and other arts. Mayer serves as a mentor and technical advisor for the program, and is uncharacteristically eager to talk about the work.

Mayer: “Again, my goal is to get out of the way as much as possible and let these kids tell their stories. My role is to help them develop the tools and skills to tell those stories as effectively as possible, to let their voices emerge. At the same time, it’s not just about self-expression. My own mentor, Dr. Harada, insisted that we include a strong component of job training. Even if the kids don’t end up going into the arts as a career, we want them to learn skills that are transferrable to other fields. Organization, hard work, good communication skills, self-confidence — these are all assets that kids can take with them wherever they go.”

One project that both Carter and Mayer admit was a surprise is an upcoming book they have co-edited, Eden’s Exiles: Stories from Sons of Murdered Mothers.

Carter: “In the wake the publication of my memoir, I expected to hear from a lot of LGBT folks, and I did. I was very honored that people felt my experiences mirrored some of their own. At the same time, I heard from many, many people who had lost their mothers to murder, usually by a father or stepfather.”

Carter falls silent. Mayer takes his hand, and after a moment, Carter continues.

Carter: “Both of us, in reading these letters and emails, were particularly struck by the stories of men whose fathers had killed their mothers. Some had even been eye-witnesses, like I was, and all of them struggled with the same questions we did. How does it affect a man’s sense of self when his own father commits such an act? How does it affect him to lose his mother, and in such a horrific way? And ultimately, what does it mean to be a man? In our society, masculinity is so tied up with violence, but what are the consequences of that?”

OUTFront: “So how did the book come about?”

Carter: “We got permission to reprint some of the letters, under a pseudonym if that’s what the subject preferred. I also interviewed some of the individuals in depth, and in a few cases, did extensive research on the crimes. “

Carter glances at Mayer as if asking permission, then continues.

Carter: “For example, I investigated the case of Noah’s mother and was able to find documentation of domestic abuse. That’s pretty rare in cases involving the military. There’s a certain code of silence.”

Carter leans forward, and his voice becomes urgent.

Carter: “You have to understand, some of these murders happened decades ago, when such things were hushed up. Often the children were whisked away by family who never spoke of the matter again. One gentleman in Alabama, now in his eighties, witnessed his stepfather kill his mother and then himself when he was a toddler and still remembered every detail. But his family always insisted that his parents died in a car accident. I’ll never forget the look on his face when I was able to produce a facsimile of the police report verifying his account. He said, speaking of the silence around his mother’s death, ‘It’s like they killed her twice.’”

Mayer: “The photos weren’t included in the proofs you read, but there’s a portrait of him in the book, holding a picture of his mother.”

Carter: “That’s right. With those interview subjects who were comfortable, Noah took black-and-white portraits of them, often holding photos of their mothers.”

OUTFront: “And are there photos of the two of you and your moms?”

Carter: “Yes. We didn’t want the book to be, I don’t know, decorative. But at the same time, we really wanted to honor the dignity of these men and the depth of their struggle. Documenting their cases with photographs also gave the project a sense of permanence, so that that these stories, which were so often covered up, will never be forgotten.”

The couple explains that all proceeds from the book will go toward programs that provide resources to present domestic abuse, particularly in the military. I point out to Mayer that a framed photo of his parents on their ill-fated wedding day hangs among the others on the brick wall, as does one of Carter’s parents.

OUTFront: “Isn’t it painful to have that kind of daily reminder of your fathers' crimes?”

Mayer: “One of the things Jeff and I have talked about, particularly with this book, was whether or not history repeats itself.”

OUTFront: “I don’t follow.”

Mayer: “One of my biggest fears was always that I would end up like my father, that I was destined to be a violent person. That it was in my blood, like a curse.”

OUTFront: “That seems unlikely, given that there is currently a dog asleep in your arms.”

Mayer laughs and gives the shaggy Moses a good belly rub. Both animals are clearly spoiled rotten by their doting owners.

Mayer: “In the end, the people in our lives do shape us, for good or ill. That’s why we decided to put all our family photos on the wall, because it’s part of who we are. We can’t deny the past. At the same time, that doesn’t mean we’re destined to repeat it. We can choose which parts of ourselves we want to focus on and strengthen, and which weaknesses we need to temper. In the end, history isn’t destiny. That’s one thing I learned from Jeff. After all, his family had very definite ideas of who he should be and what his life should be like. But he ignored all that and created his own story. It’s one of many reasons he’s my hero.”

Sensing the interview is wrapping up, I turn to Carter for one last question. Evening is falling, and the couple is now sprawled comfortably on their large, surprisingly worn couch, dogs in their laps. They look the very picture of married contentment.

OUTFront: “One of the things you mention in your memoir is that sense of not having a permanent home, of always being a wanderer. Noah, you must have had a similar experience growing up as an Army brat. It seems like New York is your base of operations, but you also both travel extensively. So I guess my question is, where’s home?”

Surprisingly, it’s Mayer who answers.

Mayer: “For me, home isn’t a place. Home is a person. Jeff is my home. It’s not what people usually mean when they use the word, but it’s what it means to me.”

Carter appears visibly moved by Mayer’s declaration, although he laughs.

Carter: “No fair making the WASP cry, Mayer.”

OUTFront: “And you, Jeff? What’s your answer to the question?”

Carter looks at his husband a long time before he replies.

Carter: “The same. Definitely the same.”

As the interview wraps up, the couple courteously shows me to the door. They’ll be making an appearance later this evening at a charity film preview. Although both profess to be homebodies, their commitment to the community remains strong. As I make my way out of the building into the chilly October air, I muse on the fact that, at least for this gay couple, their drama has had a happy ending.

Author’s Note: Okay, I admit it. I was reluctant to take on this assignment. As a matter of fact, Editor Matt Cho and I argued extensively over it. I maintained that OUTFront was a serious journal and that stooping to a cheap celebrity profile was a slippery slope from which we would never recover. Matt informed me I was being a drama queen, told me there was more to Jeff Carter than just a pretty face, and insisted I do the interview. I now kow-tow to Matt’s greater kung-fu and will indeed buy him that Bloody Mary at Trader Sal’s. Cheers, boss!

***

Jeff slammed the door behind the intrepid young journalist, then slammed Noah against it, struggling to rip his shirt off while simultaneously kissing him breathless.

“Oh, my God,” he muttered against Noah’s lips. “I thought he’d never leave.”

“No shit.” Noah managed to wrangle his shirt off and went to work on Jeff’s. “I wanted to jump you right there on the couch.”

“Do it now.” Jeff grabbed the belt loops on Noah’s jeans and pulled him toward the couch.

“I’m trying,” Noah insisted, tripping over a stack of books on the floor even as he tugged helplessly at Jeff’s sweater. “Jesus, what’s with this damn sweater? You’re dressed like a Mormon Sunday school teacher.”

Jeff grabbed the offending garment and pulled it off. “I was nervous,” he said, his voice muffled by the wool. “This is my armour.”

Noah took the opportunity to peel off his jeans. “Why were you nervous? You had the guy eating out of your hand.”

Freed of his sweater, Jeff fell backward onto the couch, kicking off his shoes and toeing off his socks. Molly gave an annoyed grunt at the intrusion, then hopped down and stalked away. After he took a sock to the face, Moses grabbed it and trotted after her. Both dogs curled up in their circular dog bed and settled down with their backs to the humans.

“I like interviewing people,” Jeff explained, greedily reaching for Noah. “I don’t like being interviewed.”

“You and me both.” Noah fell on top of Jeff and went to work on the fastening of his jeans. “I wanted to punch the guy a couple times.”

“So much for being non-violent — Oh!” Jeff’s head fell back against the couch as Noah’s hand finally curled around him. “God! Sweetheart. Yeah. Right there. Oh, my God!”

“Shhh,” Noah whispered as his hand went to work. “I got you. I got this.”

***

They made it to the bed for Round Two, spooning in afterglow among the soft white sheets and pillows. Noah gave a grunt of displeasure as Jeff started to slip out of him, so Jeff tugged him closer, wrapping his arms around his chest and entwining their fingers. After a few minutes of quiet, the dogs joined them, snuggling as close to their humans as possible. Darkness had fallen, and the loft was warm and quiet.

Jeff yawned against the back of Noah’s neck. “We were supposed to go to that charity thing.”

“Fuck it,” Noah muttered without opening his eyes. “No one will miss us.”

Jeff freed one hand to stroke over Noah’s hair, and Noah murmured in pleasure. Jeff ran his palm down Noah’s side to his flank, reveling in his long lean form.

“Your leg hurt?” he asked. “I noticed you limping earlier today.”

“No big deal.” Noah yawned. “I should have stretched out more after I ran with the dogs.”

“You better.” Jeff gently caressed the scars on Noah’s right leg. “Or I’ll tell Reid.”

Noah shifted irritably. “Brain surgeon,” he growled. “Not an orthopedist.”

“Tell that to him.” Satisfied, Jeff wrapped his arms around Noah’s waist. “I love you, Solo.”

“Love you, too, Carter. So much. Gonna be ready for Round Three in just a minute.”

“Uh-huh. Go to sleep.”

“Mean it,” Noah slurred. “Gonna be fucking amazing. You’ll see.”

“Go to sleep, Solo,” Jeff said again. “I’ll be here when you wake up in the morning.”

Noah opened on eye and peered up at him. “Promise?”

“Promise.” Jeff kissed his nose. “Now shut up and sleep.”

Noah sighed, closing his eyes again, and cuddled closer to Jeff. Feeling utterly safe, content, and loved, he drifted off to sleep.

The End

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The biggest THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU ever to my lovely readers for sticking with this story even
with the change in ending! I love you all to bitty bits!


BONUS PHOTO!
http://instagram.com/p/iy22J2kkOm/#

Comments:


jb1183
jb1183 at 2014-01-06 02:42 (UTC) (Link)
Congratulations on the OFFICIAL completion of this phenomenally written story!

You perfectly captured the journalistic style of writing for the interview. Before reading this epilogue, the thought had already occurred to me that you might want to consider writing fiction professionally. After reading the epilogue, I'm thinking you might also want to consider breaking into journalism, too!

This is the first non-Nuke endgame story I have ever read. I swore I'd never read one. And I might very well never read one again. But I'm glad I read this one. And that's a real testament to your skill in developing Jeff, who is unquestionably the most fully realized Original Character I've ever encountered in a fic, and in building a relationship and connection between him and Noah that was rich and layered and deeply meaningful. Is a non-Nuke ending still inevitably a little bittersweet for me? Yes. Did I miss Luke and the Nuke dynamic? Yes. But the Noah and Jeff dynamic is equally beautiful (a remarkable feat since you created it entirely on your own), and your writing legitimately earned them their happy ending. You pretty much captured lightning in a bottle with this story.

A friendly suggestion: You may want to consider editing the headers of the first few chapters which still indicate that this will be a Nuke endgame (which I know was your original intention before catching said lightning in a bottle).

Congrats again. I loved "The Promised Land" and look forward to getting to some of your other stories in the near future!
willwork4dean at 2014-01-07 19:36 (UTC) (Link)
Like you, I'm a die-hard Nuke fan, so it means a lot that you would stick with the story even though it didn't end with them! I think Jeff took us all by surprise.

I'm going to follow your suggestion and edit those headers - I wouldn't want folks to feel cheated halfway through the story.

Onward!
valenti1965
valenti1965 at 2014-01-06 06:11 (UTC) (Link)
What a truly epic ending to this epic story! Never thought I wold ever want a non nuke ending ever before but you made us all fall in love with Jeff from the start and anything less than them happily married would have be unthinkable!

Can't wait to read it all again from the start!!

Love love loved it!

Thank you! Xxx
willwork4dean at 2014-01-07 19:40 (UTC) (Link)
Aw, thanks! It means so much that folks were willing to stick with the story despite the ending. Turns out that darn Jeff is pretty irresistible!

BOOM! goes the dynamite!
mslauren2930 at 2014-01-06 17:12 (UTC) (Link)
wait, you mean you *didn't* write this so Jeff and Noah would end up together? I'm trying to imagine this ending any other way, and I just can't. :)

Whee! So glad I stuck through this to the end. It was so worth it.
willwork4dean at 2014-01-07 19:47 (UTC) (Link)
I'm glad you stuck with it, too! It means a lot that Nuke fans would be willing to hang in there.

I kinda can't imagine it ending another way, either, so I guess I made the right choice. :-)
pirl
pirl at 2014-01-06 17:37 (UTC) (Link)
It's always so bittersweet when a story you love ends. I want it to keep going forever, yet I'm desperate for resolution. So I'm equally depressed that there will be no more southern charm from Jeff, no more brash and reckless Noah, no more "Solo" and no more "Carter." But I'm so frickin happy at their resolution, their marriage, their UBER-doofus love for each other.

The first time Jeff made Noah happy was when I was totally on board for their endgame. Luke... oh Luke. You twit. But at least he's happy as well as everyone else.

Thanks for the amazing, hot, sexy, scary, sweet and delightfully awesome ride you wrote for us!! I'm going to miss your boys terribly. *sniff*

(That pic! Heehee!)
willwork4dean at 2014-01-07 19:59 (UTC) (Link)
Hee! I love the term UBER-doofus! It describes them perfectly. I can just see them tripping over the dogs and getting their reading glasses mixed up.

I was pretty sad to see this story end, too. I kept thinking of more places they could have sex in...er, visit in their travels.

Thanks for hanging in there!
pirl
pirl at 2014-01-08 01:48 (UTC) (Link)
I can just see them tripping over the dogs and getting their reading glasses mixed up.

Perfect. Love it!

And once when they came back from being on assignment together for the first time Noah wanted to get a jump on unpacking/laundry because it smelled so bad. But he didn't see Jeff's red scarf that got in with the whites. But they lovingly wear their pink socks and undershirts as a reminder that their hair-brained plans actually worked... that and they're basically boys who didn't want to buy new stuff.

Err.... that's some headcannon of mine. ;)

I kept thinking of more places they could have sex in...er, visit in their travels.

Vignettes!! Vignettes!!
wheelie47
wheelie47 at 2014-01-06 17:59 (UTC) (Link)
They look the very picture of married contentment. oh my they certainly do! Their connection and love shines through in this interview!

I never thought I'd want to read a non nuke ending. But you've painted this picture so skilfully that you won me over and this epilogue tied it all up in a neat little bow. I love these two together.

Thank you so much for sharing this epic story!

Btw love the bonus pic of Jeff with the dog!

Edited at 2014-01-06 06:12 pm (UTC)
willwork4dean at 2014-01-07 20:01 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! It means so much that Nukies would be willing to stick with the story even with the ending. I never thought I'd write a story where they didn't end up together, but Jeff pretty much won me over.
mintsilvia789
mintsilvia789 at 2014-01-09 21:20 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you so much for writing this amazing story! I couldn't imagine that I would read and love non-Nuke happy ending. But your Jeff was irresistible and the whole story was so wonderful and very exciting. It was a pure pleasure to read a fic where Noah was written in character with so much love. You have an excellent talent!!!
sln188
sln188 at 2014-01-15 03:39 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks and congratulations on the completion of this story. I so admire your writing. This story was exciting and in parts heartbreaking and heartwarming. Have to admit the change in endgame was disappointing at the time but you pulled it off well. Heh, Noah ends up happy so I'm good. Now that this is done, I hope you will recharge and then (don't want to sound pushy here), please get back and finish the Angels Lie universe. Noah is still missing there. Again your work is much admired.
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