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Family Stories
Words by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 4 of 6
word count (story only): 1191


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, this is a Finn family story which includes Shiv, Boss White and the Ebonies and Ivories. ::


back to part three
to the Finn Family index
on to part five




“Okay,” Heron patted the air lightly. “That's not what I was insinuating.”

“Insi-- what?” Shiv threw his hands up, and the momentum pulled him to his feet, balancing lightly on his toes before beginning to pace between the front door and the short wall that held both his bedroom door and the bathroom door. The young man paced, loping strides pulling him nearly nose to nose with the wall before he reversed direction to lunge toward the opposite wall.

“In-sin-u-ate,” Heron repeated blandly, though he was careful to pronounce each syllable. “it's hinting, but subtly, or jockeying for position or a favor. Like...” Long fingers curled as Heron snapped his middle finger away from his thumb. “Muuuum,” he mock-whined, “my legs hurt, and the back seat is squashed up against yours and Da's.” Another minuscule shrug followed as the faintly petulant expression faded away. “In that case, insinuating that sitting in the front passenger seat would be more comfortable.”
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Family Stories
Words by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 3 of 6 (working)
word count (story only): 1119


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, this is a Finn family story which includes Shiv, Boss White and the Ebonies and Ivories. ::


back to part two
to the Finn Family index
on to part four



A few minutes later, Heron placed the three jars of honey on Shiv's kitchen counter. “So, there's French lavender flavor, red ginger flavor, and cinnamon flavor, and if you like one better than the other two, or hate them all, just let me know,” he offered, absently tucking his hair behind his ear. “I make five or six varieties at a time now, trying to get ahead of the next few months with my roommates, so making another batch is no problem at all.”
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Family Stories
Words by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 2 of 6 (working)
word count (story only): 1044


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, this is a Finn family story which includes Shiv, Boss White and the Ebonies and Ivories. ::


back to part one
to the Finn Family index
on to part three




Shiv glided into the reception room, puzzling his brows together. “Heron? This isn't a day for Doctor G to visit.”

“I'm here to talk to you, and Da's visit's still planned,” Heron assured, his Irish accent slightly thicker. “So I thought I should introduce myself properly.”

“Good idea,” Dymin nodded in agreement, opening Boss White's door for the group. Heron fell into step behind Buttons, unsurprised when Shiv drew up the rear.

“Boss White, this is Heron Finn,” Dymin introduced. “He brought a basket of different flavored honey, and said that Shiv's part can be taken from any of them.”
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Fiction: Family Stories (part 1 of 6)

Sep. 16th, 2017 11:13 pm
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Family Stories
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 1 of 6 (working)
word count (story only): 1033


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, this is a Finn family story which includes Shiv, Boss White and the Ebonies and Ivories. ::


to the Finn Family index
on to part two




Heron straightened his tie, then checked over the basket wadded with bold purple tissue paper in between the oval jars each bedecked with one of four colors of ribbon. The doorbell rang, making him sigh. “One second, Graceful.” Heron called as he gathered up the basket before greeting the teleporter and locking the front door of the now-empty house behind himself.

A moment later, the young woman chuckled. “You can open your eyes now,” she offered, not quite teasing. “Is that the same kind of honey you promised me?” Graceful asked.
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Raindrops Keep Falling
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 3 of 3, complete
word count: 1146


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, set in North Carolina, this is a “Finn Family” tale, but with Simon and Tolliver, told from Simon's perspective. A heavy storm in mid-August causes unexpected problems. ::




Someone draped the tumbling blocks quilt around his shoulders. Simon glanced up, leaning toward Tolliver, who rubbed his fingers over the line of stubble on the other man's jaw. “I love it when you bring up our attack lawyer, even as an empty threat.”

“Read that,” Simon muttered. “It's not an empty threat this time.”

His phone rang, starting off the next round of confrontations with their insurance company. Simon held his temper, barely, but his control seemed to slip as the level of coffee in his mug dropped closer and closer to empty. Sharp electronic beeps broke through the latest non-apology from the supervisor, and a woman's voice broke through. “Excuse me, Mrs. Ortiz, I'll handle the call from here. This is Elena Muir, Mister Finn.”

“it's not Finn yet,” Simon offered as a weak, reluctant laugh slipped free.
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Raindrops Keep Falling
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 2 of 3, complete
word count: 1096


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, set in North Carolina, this is a “Finn Family” tale, but with Simon and Tolliver, told from Simon's perspective. A heavy storm in mid-August causes unexpected problems. ::


back to part one
to the Finn Family index
on to part three




By the time the younger man returned, four of the other adults among the two dozen occupants of the shelter had donned the rain gear pulled from the crossing guards' closet and started their shift, working to clear a path. Anyone could have walked out, since it wasn't even a particularly blustery storm, but most of the adults had arrived to take their children home and simply not been willing to risk it when lightning had struck the single, wispy pine tree that had once decorated the grassy strip at the edge of the parking lot.

“At least we know that the pine was taller than the flagpole in the front yard, don't we?” Simon asked his partner, then crossed his arms.
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Raindrops Keep Falling
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 1 of 3, complete
word count: 1246


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, set in North Carolina, this is a “Finn Family” tale, but with Simon and Tolliver, told from Simon's perspective. A heavy storm in mid-August causes unexpected problems. ::


to the Finn Family index
on to part two




To Simon, leaving the safety of the elementary school which was now serving as a storm shelter felt like standing inside one of those 'tornado' toys made with two liter bottles and a plastic connector. It wasn't quite hurricane strength, but it absolutely guaranteed that anything within its radius would be completely waterlogged in seconds. With Drew and Joele watching over Halley and the horses, the three men had begun driving toward the center of town just after morning chores were done, and Simon was grateful that Tolliver had insisted on bringing the annoying electric wheelchair.

He really, really owed Halley and Edison another few pounds of chocolate for the battery casing they had replaced with something far more water resistant. Simon pushed a hand up, feeling the rain sting his palm and arm nearly horizontally. At least his rain suit was holding up, save for the inevitable leaks around the drawstring opening for the hood. With a grim, satisfied nod, he accepted the clear welding hood from Alex, their young bodyguard.

“All well?” the younger man began, in heavily accented English.
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Epistolary Ammunition
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 1 of 1, complete
word count: 1610

:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, set in New Orleans (the Haruko McCoy stories). Haruko finds himself stumbling over unexpected letters in his mailbox. This story is posted as the freebie for the September Magpie Monday. ::




When the first letter arrived, Haruko had just finished his morning run. He fished it out of its lonely perch in the mailbox on the front porch, then, as soon as he could understand what the address meant, he grabbed a thick black marker and wrote “NO SUCH RESIDENT; RETURN TO SENDER” in viciously tidy capitals that obscured the delivery address so well someone would need an Ouija board to try to re-send it to him. He pinned the letter to the outgoing mail basket with a thick magnet, wishing for the added symbolism of a punch dagger driven into a thick wooden table. Or, perhaps a church door.
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September Magpie Monday is HERE!

Sep. 11th, 2017 04:06 pm
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Usually, I am up and at the keyboard by eight in the morning. Today, I had a “brief” task to complete beforehand-- call for a doctor's appointment.

It's nearly four o'clock, and I haven't been able to accomplish that. The frustration levels have not dropped below an eight, and the absurd runaround I've gotten illustrates all of the major flaws in “managed care” save for the billing element (no billing for calls, or it would've been the full hat trick!).
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The Comforts of Home
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 8 of 8 (complete)
word count (story only): 1493


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, the Mercedes story set, and the Road Trip, Joshua finally has a moment to breathe, and bond with his children… all of them. ::


back to part seven
to the Road Trip Index
:: Thank you for reading! ::




Ten minutes after sitting down in the dining room, Joshua stood on the upper sun deck, already sweating inside the headless Antagonist suit despite the pleasant morning temperature. The class arrayed in front of him were mostly teenage girls and women, except for a pair of nine- or ten-year-old twins with identical androgynous haircuts and wraparound sunglasses. One wore their watch on the left wrist, the other on the right, but their clothing was absolutely identical, right down to the knot in the end of each shoelace on the left side. The person who concerned him, though, was the dark haired bodyguard now wearing a pair of jogging pants and a polo shirt, neither with any visible label.

“Good morning!” Joshua greeted. “We're going to have some fun this morning with self-defense. For those who missed the earlier demonstrations, that's okay; I'm not covering the same ground as any other class of this type that you've seen. Defending yourself starts long before you walk out of what I hope are very safe and comfortable homes for each of you.” He patted the head for the suit, now decorated with bright yellow tape on both eye lenses and over where an adult's ears should be. “Today, the suit's name is Mayhew. It's important to identify him as a potential threat, and that's the first thing I'm going to try to teach.” He walked across the open area a few inches from the row of mats. “Keep your eyes on me. If you recognized a friend as you entered the room, raise your hand.”
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The Comforts of Home
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 7 of 8 (complete)
word count (story only): 1395


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, the Mercedes story set, and the Road Trip, Joshua finally has a moment to breathe, and bond with his children… all of them. ::


back to part six
to the Road Trip Index
on to part eight



Joshua nodded briskly. “After I eat, I'll ask someone on staff to help me set up one class because I doubt we'll have time for two before we make port again. They've got a full and a partial Antagonist suit, so… Would you like to wear the full set, Cash?”

The former bank robber shook his head. “Not if I have a choice,” he laughed. “But enjoy yourself, officer!”

Joshua speared a bite of scrambled tofu. “Actually, I think I will. I hate the idea that people get abused by strangers because somebody doesn't believe in common courtesy, and that's just whistling or rude language. When someone actually gets handsy, I'm of the opinion that the proper response to their behavior will leave them a big round bruise as a souvenir.” He shrugged. “Once they've upped the ante to physical contact, I'd rather the de-escalation also teach the boor a lesson.”
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The Comforts of Home
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 6 of 8 (complete)
word count (story only): 1170


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, the Mercedes story set, and the Road Trip, Joshua finally has a moment to breathe, and bond with his children… all of them. ::


back to part five
to the Road Trip Index
on to part seven




At the other table, the older woman murmured to the teenager, who finally got up to cross the few paces between their tables. “Uh, hi? My name's Tamah. I think I saw you around… and you make a really cute boy, just so you know.”

Griffin sighed, squaring his shoulders. After a beat, he managed to look up at the newcomer. “Thanks,” he breathed, and smiled. “I'm really not used to people automatically thinking 'guy,' not yet,” his voice squeaked again, but he took a breath to continue, adding, “I don't think 'cute' was even on the map.”

“Well, you are… I hope you like long hair, because when I saw yours I wondered...” Despite her natural tan, the tips of her ears darkened with a blush. “Well, saying it would be rude.”
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The Comforts of Home
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 5 of 8 (complete)
word count (story only): 1238


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, the Mercedes story set, and the Road Trip, Joshua finally has a moment to breathe, and bond with his children… all of them. ::


back to part four
to the Road Trip Index
on to part six




Cash held the door for Griffin, then fell into step behind Joshua, pulling the door shut with a soft click. Joshua kept one hand touching the walker frame, and the other resting lightly on the teen's shoulder as they headed toward the stairwell. “Slow and steady,” Joshua suggested.

“Are you really worried that I'm going to rob a bank in town?” Cash murmured, walking close enough behind the officer that he had to hesitate to keep from stepping on the other man's heels.

“Nah,” Joshua brushed off the idea, then laughed ruefully. “Want to know a secret? I'm worried that you'll want to rob a bank and won't wait for me to be back on duty, so I don't even get to play cops and robbers with you. I think you'd do your best to keep the fight clean, keep bystanders out of it, and if I caught you, you'd give up gracefully.”

Cash snickered. “You think you could catch me?”
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The Comforts of Home
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 4 of 8 (complete)
word count (story only): 1272


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, the Mercedes story set, and the Road Trip, Joshua finally has a moment to breathe, and bond with his children… all of them. ::


back to part three
to the Road Trip Index
on to part five




“Have you ever wanted to be something other than a police officer?” the blond bodyguard asked.

“Not since before high school,” Joshua admitted.

Il Dottore spoke again, and both bodyguards' body language unconsciously morphed into a restful, attentive pose. “You could be a very effective teacher to others interested in emotional first aid and trauma care, especially those working with traumatized children. I'd be quite interested to see if your particular storytelling methods can be taught, with replicable improvements for the listeners.”

“I'd be what, a special consultant to your… family business?” Joshua asked carefully.

“Would that upset you?” the healer asked.

“I'm not a hick, and I try not to wear blinders, except long enough to keep the peace between my ex-wife and my son.” The blond officer shifted his weight, glancing at Elisabeth Finn.

She nodded sharply. “Go ahead.”

“When Drew was attacked, it set his whole family into protective, defensive overdrive. When their hired security wasn't doing enough,” Joshua rolled his eyes. “Including hassling one of Drew's friends instead of doing their freaking job, I noticed that a whole lot of new visitors arrived, camping out near the Finns. Some of them were carrying concealed weapons, and some of those were the bane of every cop's existence, bolt pistols.” He spread his hands. “There wasn't any escalation, no one got physically hurt.”

Elisabeth bit her lip. “Except for Mike Bradstreet, but that's an entirely different problem with no real solution, just a whole lot of headaches.”

“You're implying a run of criminals in your quiet little town,” Il Dottore ventured, laughter lilting in his voice like ripples in a stream.

“Angry criminals,” Joshua emphasized. “Plus angry family, ex-military friends, probably not-so-ex-military friends who were very likely in trouble when they got back to their duty stations, and enough teleporters to make the two closest grocery stores move all their high-calorie goodies to the most visible displays and end caps within days. Every delivery place in town would smile like a cat with a bowl of cream when the name Finn cropped up. The local gym didn't usually open until nine on Sundays, but suddenly, there were people inside starting at six and leaving by eight-thirty. It's not genius to see what's in front of my nose.”

“So, what do you think you were seeing?” the dark-haired bodyguard asked, glancing at his boss for an instant.

“Friends helping one of their own, whether it was through Tolliver's and Simon's military pals, Doctor G's tendency to know half a million people by reputation at least, or Elisabeth's tendency to ruthlessly rule the world via compassion.”

Cash snickered. “You missed half a dozen of my pals, too. At one point, there were three full crews casing your town.”

“Did they find anything I need to know about? Shoplift? Swipe newspapers off doorsteps?” Joshua shook his head. “I wasn't the only one talking about the 'family reunion' over at the Finn household, and nobody seemed to want a more fantastical explanation for it.”

The former bank robber scratched his eyebrow. “One crew might've put in a few bids for driveway and ramp work, over on Crescent Street.”

Elisabeth brightened. “Oh, I got their card! They did great work on Susan Clay's place, and the ramps let her little boy actually play in his own back yard instead of having someone drive him to the park.”

“I rest my case,” Joshua declared, laughing quietly. “With the Chief gone, there are only four officers I'd worry about if an incident happened, while the rest of the force would be concentrating on containment, de-escalation, and protecting civilians.” He cocked an eyebrow at Cash. “Are you planning to stay in Mercedes for the next six months or so? That makes it unlikely that you'll rob one of the local banks.”

“Six months isn't enough time to plan a job and get a team working smoothly together,” Cash corrected. “Even if I had a bank ripe for the picking, I would have to plan time to build cohesion as well as removing the most likely errors.”

Elisabeth's eyes widened. “That sounds like some of the high-risk surgical teams I've worked with, though we don't often get actual practice on patients together, rather, shadowing and endless, endless nitpicking over the procedural details until everyone is working with the same system.”

The sound of someone's stomach rumbling turned all the adults' eyes toward Griffin, who was just beginning to wake.

“Now's a good time to give you some tips,” the blond bodyguard declared. “One, make sure he's drinking no more than one sixteen-ounce soda per day. Empty calories are going to be useful for a while, but sodas are horrible for long-term use, even for speedsters. Two, if he's got a favorite food, stock up, especially if using a chest freezer will make it cheaper to keep the supply, and keep it usable longer. Three… Uh… did anyone warn you that he might have different chances of becoming a soup?”

“It was mentioned. We'll deal with it if it comes up,” Joshua answered.

The dark-haired bodyguard shrugged expansively. “You're not freaking out at the possibility; that's better than my parents managed. Pick something high calorie to feed him as he wakes up, even if he's still groggy and not yet using words. It really helps quash the 'starving to death in my own skin' feeling.” He glanced at Doctor Finn, and blushed slightly. “He's going to need some… extra private time, since the biological systems are going to be wandering in and out of focus for weeks. Don't make a big deal of that, if you can avoid it?”

Joshua snickered as he rolled his eyes. “Clearly, I have no clue how to recognize the hypocrisy in either shaming or encouraging such behavior, just because the kid's genes changed.” Becoming serious, he narrowed his eyes at the bodyguard. “I'm not going to get everything right on the first try, but I'm not going to do something that likely to hurt him, either.”

“Uh, noooo,” the bodyguard drawled. “I mean… did you go through a phase where you just kept trying things out now that the hormones were kicking into overdrive? That's going to crop up for him soon, and be totally different than before. Try not to wig him out, okay? It wasn't very pleasant when people who should have known better were making jokes about extra-long showers, and so forth.”

Joshua winced. “Oh, I see. Yeah, his therapist warned me about that when I started trying to get together the plan and the funds for the trip. You went the genetic route?”

The bodyguard shook his head. “One of my siblings, and… I didn't know because I'd already been kicked out for being a soup.”

Il Dottore touched the other man's wrist, whispering something in Italian. “I believe there are plenty of people to watch over four sleeping children while you help the fifth youngster get to the dining room? Don't rush,” he suggested firmly, “and make it a habit to ask your son what he would like for seconds, rather than whether he wants them, until he stops waking up at the sound of his own stomach rumbling.”

Joshua levered himself to his feet, then began shifting the toddlers piled around Griffin. The teen mumbled something, cracking his eyelids to tiny slits, then fumbled to his feet. His father guided him to the walker, but did not step away until Griffin stood without swaying.

“Should I bring back a round of coffee at least?” the older man asked.

“We'll get it in a few minutes,” the blond offered.














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