A SELECTION from this fanfiction follows this author's note. If you wish to read the FULL fanfiction, you can find it at the author's Archive of Our Own account, linked on her profile.

I have made the decision to cut off my fanfiction from this site due to ideological differences with site management. I believe that fan-works should be free, which means not only free monetarily, but also free of restrictions such as this site's ban on chat-fics (virtually ruining the Homestuck fandom), second-person point of view stores (it's...a POV...really), and, of course, adult materials, among other things.

I understand that this may upset some readers, but I ask that you respect my decision about how to manage my creative works. They still exist, un-altered, on another site.

I highly recommend you give AO3 a try. Joining the Archive of Own is a simple process, though it may take a few days to go through the waiting list. However, AO3 was created by fans, is FUNDED by fans (meaning it is advertisement-free), and does not restrict anything unless for valid copyright issues. It also has a robust tagging and search system, as well as a series manager, which will reduce the confusion regarding many of my works. If you are an author and would like an invitation, please message me through PM to see if I have any available.

Thank you for all your support as I entered into the world of fan-works. If you're interested in more of my fan-works, including audio productions, cosplay, and videos, please check my Tumblr, also linked on my profile.

Fan-girling with you all,


About time you all called me in here, seeing as I'm the prime witness. It's not like she's telling you much, right now. Tell me, have the medic warlocks finally given up and handed her off to N°1, or are they still insisting that they can fix things? Typical. They'll let her die before they admit that they don't know what he did to her.

Huh? What was that? Oh. Right. Lieutenant Chix Verbil, formerly of LEPRetrieval, currently stationed on the surface-side of E1 as the Resident Officer.

When did it begin? I'm not sure how to really take that question. Back in winter 2002, I suppose... Oh. Alright. If you want.

Let's see...I should have realized that something was wrong four months ago, just a few hours after it started, but it took me a while to see the effect it was having on her. By the time I noticed, it was far too late, and all I could do was hold her and pray that it was the end, even though I knew that the end was far from a "happily ever after."

I was, as usual, on duty at E1, watching as fairies came and went during the full moon, excited to perform the Ritual and then feeling high off running hot when they came back. It was a warm summer evening, with most of the fairies coming back sporting a light sweat and panting slightly.

Captain Holly Short, however, came back from her visit to the surface absolutely flushed, wiping sweat from her face and gasping. That's what caught my attention. I wasn't sure I'd ever seen Short so poorly composed, even from her badly executed showdown with the troll at the first Fowl siege. I decided to leave my desk...purely to see if she needed assistance, mind. She looked like she could use a little support until she was on the shuttle home.

"Well, you look rather blown," I said to her, and she seemed pretty startled. Wherever her mind had been, it certainly wasn't in the shuttleport.

She just looked at me for a while, as if she couldn't remember who I was. Then she gave this little shake of her head and said, "Oh, Lieutenant. I suppose I am a bit...er...overwhelmed."


This story, in its entirety, can be found at Kitsune Heart's AO3 account, linked in her profile.