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doctordominator) wrote2007-06-17 06:03 pm
doctordominator) wrote2007-06-17 06:03 pm
Prompt #1: "Who are you?"
Character: Michael Anders
Fandom: Original
Word Count: 407
I was really hoping that, about now, my answer to that would be different than it's turned out to be. When I planned out my life, people asking that question today were supposed to get the answer:
"Lieutenant Michael Anders, U.S. Navy, Top Gun."
I had it all worked out and it was going so smoothly, too. Summers at Aviation Challenge every year, NROTC, everything. I was go for launch.
But there's this joke I heard once. "How do you make God laugh?"
The answer: "Tell Him your plans."
I hadn't planned on a drunk driver when I was figuring my life out. I hadn't planned on encountering him while I was driving back to my dorm one night. I guess he was so drunk he thought he was a moth or something, because he went straight for my headlights. That night, he died and my life ended. At least, the life I'd planned for.
I was a Freshman at the time. I'd been so pleased with myself; going to college a year early and all. I guess it was lucky for me that I did, because the physical therapy took a year before I was even ready to go back to classes; instead of ending up behind, I was more or less right "on schedule." Just not any schedule I'd filled out. I was lucky. By graduation, I was able to walk up and receive my degree without any really noticeable limp.
My dreams of being a Navy pilot were ended, though. I'd recovered and I was even in damned good shape, but I couldn't pass the physical and no way would they let me play air-jockey in a multi-million-dollar plane. Fortunately, I'd found a new set of goals. It was my physical therapy that started it, along with the therapy I got to work through my feelings of loss and frustration. Post-trauma therapy fascinated me. I ended up majoring in Psychology instead of Aeronautics, and going to medical school after my graduation.
So now, here I am. I started my practice a year ago, and it's finally starting to go somewhere. And when people ask me that question, this is what they hear:
"Dr. Michael Anders, Psychiatrist."
That's not who I planned to be, but it's definitely who I am. And it turns out that it's more than enough.
And yes, there is another answer to that question... but that answer can't be given here.
Fandom: Original
Word Count: 407
I was really hoping that, about now, my answer to that would be different than it's turned out to be. When I planned out my life, people asking that question today were supposed to get the answer:
"Lieutenant Michael Anders, U.S. Navy, Top Gun."
I had it all worked out and it was going so smoothly, too. Summers at Aviation Challenge every year, NROTC, everything. I was go for launch.
But there's this joke I heard once. "How do you make God laugh?"
The answer: "Tell Him your plans."
I hadn't planned on a drunk driver when I was figuring my life out. I hadn't planned on encountering him while I was driving back to my dorm one night. I guess he was so drunk he thought he was a moth or something, because he went straight for my headlights. That night, he died and my life ended. At least, the life I'd planned for.
I was a Freshman at the time. I'd been so pleased with myself; going to college a year early and all. I guess it was lucky for me that I did, because the physical therapy took a year before I was even ready to go back to classes; instead of ending up behind, I was more or less right "on schedule." Just not any schedule I'd filled out. I was lucky. By graduation, I was able to walk up and receive my degree without any really noticeable limp.
My dreams of being a Navy pilot were ended, though. I'd recovered and I was even in damned good shape, but I couldn't pass the physical and no way would they let me play air-jockey in a multi-million-dollar plane. Fortunately, I'd found a new set of goals. It was my physical therapy that started it, along with the therapy I got to work through my feelings of loss and frustration. Post-trauma therapy fascinated me. I ended up majoring in Psychology instead of Aeronautics, and going to medical school after my graduation.
So now, here I am. I started my practice a year ago, and it's finally starting to go somewhere. And when people ask me that question, this is what they hear:
"Dr. Michael Anders, Psychiatrist."
That's not who I planned to be, but it's definitely who I am. And it turns out that it's more than enough.
And yes, there is another answer to that question... but that answer can't be given here.
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Because life takes Visa?Pre-approved, huh?;D!
You just name the time and the place, and I shall put myself in your hands to take my medicine. ;D
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I'll do extra lunges this week to make sure it's in good form for you. ;D
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Oooh, lunging. Good idea.
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I want to make sure that however you end up exercising your spanking option, that part is as firm as I can make it. ;D
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In that case it might not be the only firm thing. Oh GOD, sorry. XD
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XD! Not a problem, I'll just take it as a compliment, if you don't mind. ;D You're going to think I'm crazy and I just know this is adding to the spank count, but for a while I thought that you were Ryan's sub!
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How am I going to take you to dinner if I die of laughter?
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Pretty inaccurate now, I know!
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But funny as hell. Mind if I tell him?
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Not at all!
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Now I'm sure that Anne and Ryan would have something to say about this, that bare-assed is really pushing our tender vanilla limits! XD And hey, I figure it'll be my edgelay for the year.
Wait! Did I just type "edgelay"? *DED*
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Okay, bare-assed it is. ;D
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Oh my! I've never actually done that before, just read some really hot porn about it is all! You'll be taking my bare-assed viriginity, oh noes! *faints!* Wait! That sounded bad too!
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Faint in front of me and you might just get molested. ;D
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And what if I feign fainting? ;D
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You'll get to enjoy being molested. ;D
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And I shall wait with fainted breath and uplifted hips! ;D
It was very good to talk to you at church today, and tonight as well. Sweet dreams, and have a good day tomorrow!
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Yes, it really was. I'm very glad we got the chance to talk and clear the air, and all that. It's nice really getting to know you. You have sweet dreams, too, and have a great day tomorrow. If I'm in the area I might stop by the gallery to say hi. :)
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