letsdropin: (Four of us)
+ Alya
+ Tyler
+ Pogue
+ Caleb
+ Isabel
+ Chase
+ Dad
+ Mom

+ To find out what's there next
+ Because it would totally suck donkey balls to give up now, wouldn't it?

ooc: Girls 'verse, and later than the current date, probably by about four years or a bit more.
letsdropin: (It's complicated (cap: Reid))
A/N: This started with a vignette and grew into a 7K words or so monster. But it's very relevant to the muse, so here we go. Pogue is [livejournal.com profile] lieutenantwitch, the Tyler and Alya mentioned do not have journals currently; Caleb is [livejournal.com profile] theirgoldenboy, and Chase is [livejournal.com profile] broken_circles. Not binding to any other muses but the ones mentioned (and used with permission), unless their muns decide to pick on any or all elements in/for interactions with Reid.
The fics up to number seven are valid for all 'verses; the last three, for the 'girls yay' 'verse only.

Fic of doom is LONG. )
letsdropin: (Caleb: Support)
A/N: Takes place during the boys' freshman year at Harvard, the day after this. Pogue is [profile] lieutenantwitch, Caleb is [personal profile] theirgoldenboy, Tyler doesn't have a journal yet, but that's more and more likely to be remedied soon.

Reid was alone in his room, studying. )
letsdropin: (Default)
If you had the choice to be the hero or the villain of the story, which would you choose?

Such a fun question, isn't it? Or it's supposed to be, at least.

Villains have all the fun; heroes win in the end, now, which is preferable?

Well, I say: Neither. They're both trapped into the workings of a story, and neither variety really gets the better deal. Both get to deal with, you know. Preset stuff.

Villains? Suffer the delusion that they can or will win. That really twists their way of thinking, you know. Makes them see things all screwy, makes them miss out on facts. Even if they end up reading and following the 'Things I'd do if I were an evil overlord' list. They never win. So scratch that.

Heroes? Come on. They gotta be all heroic and do what-needs-to-be-done all the time. No chance for a life, or anything! Shit comes down, they've gotta be there to deal with it. Sure, they end up winning. Or winning and dying. It's still no fun. Scratch that, too.

Me? I've decided I can deal with being a sidekick. You know, the variety of sidekick that people sometimes forget about, and the type that can, on occasion, prove to be a surprise that makes the difference between a mediocre, cliché story, and a winner. And, you know, the sidekick that might be actually more awesome than the hero, and people keep on wondering why the hero's the focus of the story.

So, yeah. My answer's 'neither of the original choices'.

... oh, wait. I've chosen to become a doctor. Hopefully saving people's lives.

I guess that means I'll end up trying the heroic path anyway. Oh, well. I'll let you know how that works out.
letsdropin: (Pogue: mine)
Pogue stared at the sheets of homework spread before him. Then looked, eyebrows up, at his younger friend. "Man. You totally suck at math."

"Mind your language, son." Richard's voice drifted in, making Reid snort quietly and Pogue scrunch up his face.

"Yes, dad." He lowered his voice. "It's not even that you don't get what has to be done, you know. You just... kinda don't manage to do the elementary stuff."

"Like adding and subtracting and multiplying...?"


"Well, it's not my strongest thing! It's math!"

Pogue rolled his eyes, and Reid sighed. "Look... can you help? I mean, my chances on the test on Monday are--" lower voice, eyes towards the open door, "-- screwed up, but I could at least get the homework right? Please?"

The older boy sighed. At least this time Reid hadn't come asking for him to do his homework, just make sure it was correct. He'd done the work and everything.

"Fine. Now..."


Monday morning, first class, Reid was rubbing his eyes, not looking forward to the day, when Pogue passed him and dropped a package on the table before him. The younger boy frowned and shot his friend a look, but only got a smirk back.

Inside? Was a calculator wristwatch. Black. And a note, This should help with the arithmetic. Use it.

Reid actually turned back and glared, this was way too close to cheating for him to have thought of it.

On the other hand, years later he hadn't even considered the idea of replacing the watch with another.
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