So the deadline to post for the lynnevitational was yesterday. And I'm not ready. *sigh* I still need to email Lynne. But I'd thought I'd post some excerpts of this fic that's kicking my ass. Mostly gen. And about fathers. Boring, yeah, I know. *g*

( Connor takes a long drag, breathes it out long and slow, runs his free hand through his hair. Blood in his nails. The way dad looked at him as he leapt at that buck, bullet wound non-lethal in its flank, pulled its head back and slit its throat, bringing it down. Not exactly something you learn in boy scouts. )