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It's gonna be a long day. It's not even 10:30am and I've already finished my huge mug of coffee. And I've said "Good Afternoon" when I answered my phone this morning too. Groan.

I don't usually eat breakfast in the morning. I know, bad girl. But when I get into work, there is always muffins and coffee available in the staff room. It's a great job perk I have to say. Plus I get a staff meal for lunch too. And this is why I gained like 10 pounds since working in clubs. While the fitness facilities are great, the food is just as fantastic.

I try to have my favourite breakfast on most weekends. First I sleep in until I wake up (or until I have to get up for a TeamOVS chat *smirk*). Then I love to dive into scrambled eggs with bacon and home fries, orange juice followed by a huge mug of coffee with a little dash of Baileys for good measure. Yum. Is it Saturday yet?

What about you? What is your favourite breakfast? Do you eat breakfast during the week or are you like me and yank on your clothes and are out the door, picking something up on the way to work?

I think I'm gonna need to get more coffee now. All this talk about breakfast is making me hungry and I still have half a banana muffin to go...

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Elysium

Fewthistle
Guiding Light

Olivia/Natalia, Ava Peralta, Emma Spencer

Rating: R

Chapter 5

Words: 6,494

Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong, unfortunately, to the less than brilliant folks at CBS, P&G and Telexnet. Were they mine, this would be their world.

Author’s Note: This is a sequel to Almost Home (which can be found on Burning City and Incandescent Fire) and takes place a few weeks after the ending of that story. It would be extremely helpful were you to read that story first, in order to understand Ava’s return to Springfield, her relationship with Olivia and, of course, the kittens. This is set in October of 2009 and supposes an angst-free Otalia storyline, one decidedly lacking in pregnant Natalia, or any mention of a Frankenbaby. In this universe, Natalia did not run off and break Olivia’s heart, she is still working for Blake Marler, and all is well in the Otalia universe. Sue me. I find all the angst unnecessary and annoying.

Also, in my universe, Phillip is not dead or dying, nor is Jeffrey dead (although not because Natalia doesn’t want him to be), and he and Reva are still together. Again, too much angst causes wrinkles.

A/N 2: Beta’d as always by the lovely, talented and patient Darandkerry, and aided now by the brilliant Kelinswriter and her Bossy muse. My eternal gratitude, my dears.

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When I was younger, we lived in a small house that had a huge backyard. There was a treehouse, a tire swing, an inflatable pool, a basketball hoop, but most importantly, it had a swingset. My sister Devan and my brother Nolan, who were and still are, older than me, used to swing for hours on end. When I finally learned the whole "pump your legs" thing, I understood why. There's something all together amazing about flying through the air. Anyway, not too soon after I was all swing-independent, Devan dared me to swing up as high as I could and jump off. Rosie, of course, had a fit; she said that I would snap my neck. I, of course, wanted to do it just because Rosie said not too. So, with Devan and Nolan cheering me on, and Rosie covering her eyes screaming about how she would tell Mom I deserved whatever pain I caused myself, I got ready to go. It took a while to get a good height, and my legs burned by the time I got up high enough. I let go when Devan yelled "now!" and the feeling of soaring through the air - Jesus, I felt like Superman, or Spiderman, or a bird. My stomach dropped out and my body was weightless. I hit the ground with a sickening crack of an impact, breaking my femur and causing a concussion, but it was worth it. Nolan still calls me Air Jordan every now and again.