14 Dec 2018
Sometimes it takes a while to realize how much you'd miss if you'd gone.
Collection of small pieces that aren't long enough to post separately.
09 Nov 2018
J.J. Macfield's final regeneration wouldn't be the kind that healed flesh and bone. It was slower, softer, and best of all? She was no longer alone.
Post-canon, soft slice of life from J.J.'s transition.
27 Oct 2018
J.J. shot up in her bed, drenched in sweat. She was breathing heavily, gasping for air. A dream. Just another bad dream. Thank God. J.J. surveyed her surroundings. The room was dimly lit, only a single lamp beside her bed providing light. The walls were a dark teal, and a window in the corner gave her a glimpse into the night sky. Night? How long have I been asleep? A faint beeping pulled her attention to a monitor at the side of her bed, and she glanced down to see a wire attaching her to the machine. A hospital? Why was she in a-
The memories flooded back in an instant. The box cutter sliding into her skin, the nightmare that seemed to go on forever, Emily… the last thing she remembered was hugging Emily before she passed out again. Typical. Ruining the moment, again. Nice going, J.J.
Snippets from the life of J.J. Macfield, post-ending.