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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 99, 11/23)
« Reply #465 on: November 24, 2014, 08:01:49 AM »
Always with the cliffhangers.

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 100, 11/26)
« Reply #466 on: November 26, 2014, 08:44:56 PM »
W...w...what? Another Franco-spawn! Watcher save us! Unless he's dying. Ooh, I hope so. I don't know why but I love watching him suffer.

There are always Franco-spawn!

You do get to watch him suffer a bit. On his own behalf. No kids as his Snowflake Day gift. :P

He can't be dying! He's an immortal! What have you got up your sleeve, Trip?

That was beautiful with Tay giving his son the perfect engagement ring. Nothing else would do. I love it.

Who let Bryant in? That's what I want to know! Coming in, stealing a little girl's present!

Arm hair.

You gotta impress the richest family in Twinbrook somehow!

The unlocked door did. Or a watcher who invited him for giggles. I dunno, I did this almost a year ago.

Always with the cliffhangers.

Why of course! Please contact me when I don't have them. I might not be well then.



Chapter 100: Selfie



“This is Dr. Villalobos, from the emergency department at Twinbrook Foundation Hospital, and I’m calling on behalf of Mr. Franco Revere Waverly.”

Tegan’s heart almost stopped and almost gave Dr. Villalobos another job that night, but she stayed alive. Still, time slowed down to a halt, during the longest second of Tegan’s long life. Sound became static and white noise. Even the snowflakes suspended themselves in the air. The world thudded with the sound of one single heartbeat from Tegan in slow motion.

She ran away from her ailing grandpa for what was, in the grand scheme of eternity, a petty romantic moment. Whatever he could have been saved from might have been killing him. That lone heartbeat of hers could have been one he lost.

“Is this Tegan?”

She shook herself to something resembling her senses. “Please, please, please tell me he’s okay. I don’t want to lose my grandpa.”

“We’ll assess the situation when you come over. He asked for me to call you.”



Without even coming back home to grab a coat, Tegan ran across the street in her formal heels and straight to the waiting room, to Dr. Villalobos standing by the entrance of the wing.

“I think we need to sit down for this,” the doctor said. “Especially because you’re wearing heels tonight.”



Dr. Villalobos sat down with a stern pout, though Tegan didn’t know her well enough to judge if that was her resting face or not. The hospital, short-staffed on Snowflake Day, whirred with only the ambient noise of the hiss from oxygen cannulas and fluorescent lights.

“The nurses have everyone taken care of, so I guess I can relay the news to someone who will pay me well,” the doctor said. “But I do have to be serious about this.” Tegan started to sob.

“Look, honey, don’t cry,” she said. “I may have made things sound a lot worse over the phone.”

“He’s alive?” Tegan asked.



“Alive, and probably could have been worse. It was assault. He ended up with a broken nose and sprained ankle, widespread bruising, and we’re awaiting the results from radiology over his CAT scan. He blacked out during the fight and we need to rule out any brain damage or concussions. However, he’s conscious now and has been for a while, and should be wrapping up the CAT scan.”

“Do you think he’ll be okay?”

“We know that you guys are a little different,” Dr. Villalobos said. “I’ll talk physical therapy options with him before he checks out. Walking on that ankle is not a good idea, but I know he’ll do it. However, whatever is keeping him alive at such an age might have some magic after all. I think he’ll have a good quality of life after this.”

“That’s…that’s a lot better.”

“I’ll let you in once he’s back from the scan. I’d bet he wants to see you too.”

Tegan waited for twenty minutes with her nose in the latest issue of Time that they had (still about a month old), relieved but still anxious. Ambrosia could heal brain damage and broken bones, for all she knew, but if he merely fell, there would be no second party to blame. Assault threw someone else into the picture, and the only possible man in the picture held revenge in his deep green eyes.

Dr. Villalobos came out again, looking calm and happy. “He’s ready now. I’ll escort you down, but he’s stable right now and I gotta go elsewhere. Nurse Leblanc is an impatient woman.”



They walked past curtained-off rooms with patients moaning in pain. Tegan broke out into a cold sweat at first, until she was assured that they were of no concern to her, and that Franco was at the end of the hall.

“I gave you the run down, but he still looks rough.” Paging Dr. Villalobos was announced through the hall. Paging Dr. Villalobos to 112C.

“Christ, Kelly, it’s just gonna be a prescription for Vicodin,” the doctor muttered. “I think I can leave you alone now.”

“Thanks, doctor,” Tegan said. Dr. Villalobos smiled at her back.

She took a deep breath and prepared herself for a battered Franco. She prepared herself for the beeps that tracked his vitals, for IV lines and bandages and ghastly, unbandaged injuries. The more she thought about who did that to him, the worse the end image evolved. Only one man had so little of a heart as to assault an elder who insulted his fashion sense.

She peered in from behind the curtain. An awake Franco tried to wave hello, but winced with soreness and pain. Even in all of that, he greeted her. “Peapod! I knew you’d come for your dear grandpa.”

“I did. I can’t look at this,” she said. “I watched a lot of gross stuff in anatomy. But, I can’t look at you this way.”

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he said.

“You sure? It looked pretty bad.”

“You just saw a glimpse. I’m better than that.”



Tegan turned around to face him fully, still shocked at his bruised face.

“You look horrible!” Tegan exclaimed. As much as she knew who did that, it was still wrong to assume. “Who did this to you?”

“I’ve never been so ashamed in a person, and I really hope I’ve seen the worst the world has to offer this undying old man. Oh Tegan, you can probably guess by now. I’m just happy that it wasn’t you instead.”

She pulled up a chair from the corner to his bedside and fought back tears. “I…I never thought he’d stoop so low. I really never did.”



Tegan clasped his hand and stared into both his hazel eyes and the bruises across his cheeks. “I can barely do this. But, I need to. I want to bring this to the police and get him taken care of before any of us are next.”



“It’s tougher than you might think. To everyone and whatever lawyer would work with him, it was a manly fight between men. I mean, we all have a rough history with Bryant, and I provoked him a big. That’s not a crime, and he can walk free and we’re all in danger until he does something worse. I don’t want to fathom that either.”

“I want to try!” she cried.

“It’s not useless, but there’s just too big of a chance that it will be a waste,” Franco said. “But I admire your passion for this. It’s something I wish I had. I’ll give you the story.”

Almost immediately after Tegan and Hephaestus left, Annette washed off her best carving knives and started a roux for the gravy. Dinner approached, and while guests mostly indulged in a variety of hot drinks and conversation, Franco checked to make sure that his tie was on right and that his eyeliner was staying put and not running.



All of that stayed put throughout the party. His door’s lock was not. Any male visitor was unwelcome in Franco’s bedroom regardless (women were another story…), and when it turned out that Bryant Moreno, the loathsome party crasher and thief of little girls’ gifts, stood right behind Franco, shooing him away was not enough. Bryant kicked the door and closed it, enabling the locking mechanism.



“We didn’t even invite you to walk on our sidewalks. Please leave me and all of us alone,” he said, with a snarl in his voice. “You’ve done enough damage here already.”



“Oh Franco, you can’t get rid of me that easily,” Bryant said. “I deserve the best and Tegan is just that, in spite of also being a fat cheater who left me for her step-uncle.”

He was livid. “Don’t you say a word about her.”

“You want this to be a war, you old geezer?” he taunted. “I can make this a war.”

“To be honest, I doubt you even get honors on whatever version of Generic Sniper Game you’re playing now.” Franco, expecting a verbal battle, hit the wall. Bryant pinned him against it, keep an arm against Franco’s neck to keep him put.



“I will win this war. And I’m going to marry your granddaughter, and father her children, and have what’s mine, no matter what some goblins past their prime have to say.” He shook his fist in Franco’s face. “I’m not backing down. I’m gonna win.”

“Not a chance.”

“Fine, we’re playing that way?” Bryant asked. “I’m gonna deal with this like a man.” He tackled Franco to the floor, still pinning him down with his weight. A clenched fist hovered above Franco’s line of vision.



“I can get off you if you back down about this. But if you don’t, you’ll be out cold all because you couldn’t say yes,” Bryant said, in an angered stutter. “I want this.”



Franco’s face semi-froze as a violent young man’s threats gained some basis. Still, he wasn’t going to be the one to back down in the face of Bryant.

“Well, no one does,” he said, exasperated. One hard punch to the nose knocked Franco out. Their fight gained some attention from the party, and according to Annette’s recount from after he woke up and the paramedics were on their way, Keon Whelohff, a stocky young fairy, ended up breaking the locked door off its hinges and scaring Bryant away.

“I knew I always liked that kid,” Franco said, before falling half-asleep as the paramedics took him away for assessment.

He ended his story. “And he broke my glasses, my only pair! Now I won’t be able to drive for weeks. I’m doomed until then.”

“That was because of the breakup, wasn’t it? It had to have been.” Tegan sighed, unable to bear the sight of Franco’s injuries for any longer. “I…I can’t believe that I let this happen!”

“You? Peapod, if you didn’t let this happen, you’d be lying here right now. You’d let something happen.”

It was never successful to try and convince Tegan that she did no wrong. She broke down sobbing in her seat, having allowed such a thing to happen. If only she wasn’t so selfish and interested in her own safety and happiness! It would be a bold but small sacrifice for the sake of the family. Worse, he could go for Hephaestus next, and snap her slender lover in two (as unseemly as it was; she never gauged Bryant to be much of a strongman).

“He’s gonna hurt Heph next, I know it,” Tegan said. Franco did his best, through the sprained ankle, to reposition himself to kneel on the bed and be at the right level to comfort Tegan.



“Honey, none of us would let that happen to him,” he said.

“I can’t risk it, though. I’d go through a marriage to Bryant before hurting Heph.”

“Don’t say that, and wouldn’t that hurt him and all of us anyways? He’d have to live here for the rest of his days too, and that would be awful enough to make me prefer living with your grandma Pansy. Let alone what it would do to you.”



She got up from her seat and sighed more. Her adult birthday was fast-approaching, and the nonsense with Bryant came crashing into the household again, all after she thought she came out of it with a spine too! “I wish I knew how to get rid of him, if getting him for assault won’t work.”

“As I said, we can try. You know, I’ll try anything now just to get rid of him and his ghastly clothing,” said Franco.

“I’ll go to the police as soon as I can, then I’ll talk if they won’t.”

“That’s good. Can you hand me Elle? I think there’s a recent issue on the end table.”

“For the fashion and not just for the pretty women?” Tegan asked, with a chuckle.

“Why not both? Give your injured old man a treat.”

Getting the images back from the radiology department took longer than anticipated, or the back pain case got more complicated. It meant more signing off for Dr. Villalobos to do, and that Franco wasn’t cleared for discharge. However, he taught Tegan everything he knew that was also in Elle, even if she didn’t connect with why he thought that the models were “worthy of his unlocked bedroom.” She knew what he meant and laughed, however. And Dr. Villalobos melted when she saw the two, even though she wheeled in something that made Franco grumble more.



“Alright, we can’t let you out on your feet, but get in,” she said. “The scans came back and nothing immediately came up. We’ll do some follow-up later, but you’re set for now. Also, do you mind listening to an idea?” The both of them nodded.

“Alright. Matt, the tech who was taking your x-rays, said that you were acting grumpy for the entire time.”

“Oh, he’s always like that,” Tegan said.

“Yeah, but apparently you missed dinner with your family?” Dr. Villalobos said. The both of them nodded again. “Why don’t I have someone prepare something for you? It won’t be like home if you have the great Annette Waverly cooking your holiday meal, but I think the two of you deserve something. I think we still have someone in the cafeteria and some leftover turkey.”

“Sounds great,” Tegan said. Franco was grumpy about not being able to walk.

“You can walk and re-injure your ankle once you leave,” the doctor said. “But not on my watch. Shouldn’t you be happy? You’re alive and ready for a meal and discharge. You don’t even need a bariatric wheelchair.”



Franco eventually gave in, but not without crossing his arms and muttering something about how cheeky Dr. Villalobos was for finding a new way to call him fat.

She led Franco and Tegan into a clean room, unoccupied because at least a few people in Twinbrook would rather die than eat their holiday meal in a hospital on Snowflake Day. Dr. Villalobos told them to wait while she got something hot for them.



“You know,” Franco said. “Bryant has a lot of evil in him, but I want to say that depriving us from eating mum’s fresh turkey is one of the evilest thing that man has done.”

“It’s good the next day,” Tegan muttered. “I’m just beside myself grandpa, over this whole thing.”

“As am I, Peapod.”

“Should I still get fitted for my wedding dress?”

“Absolutely. Make sure to take me. I want you to look even better than your mother did. And certainly for Heph to wear something nicer than your dad did.”

“I remember those wedding photos. I think daddy looked great. Very violet.”

“I’ll get a tie for Heph anyways, if he doesn’t have one. You know that Annette and I will do anything to make the perfect wedding for you. It’s just your mum that we have to convince.”

“I can always talk with her about it,” Tegan said. “It’s…it’s something I wanted to avoid with her. You know that I love mum, I care about her opinions, and she’s just so wonderful! And very violent about things. But, you know, I want to get through to her unless I want to spend eternity hating her. I don’t want to hate. Imagine hating your own mother!”

Franco just nodded at that point. They eventually got into talking about food, and how they missed the pies that everyone brought, and cousin Rachael’s famous roasted squash, and every goodie they looked forward too.

“Hopefully I didn’t bring down the party too much,” he said. “I wanted everyone to eat. Mum didn’t slave over the turkey just for it to go to the starving kids in Strangetown.”

“Please, she wouldn’t do that. Now, me, that’s my job,” Tegan said. They both shared a laugh, until a door opened and Dr. Villalobos carried out a plate.



“It’s not Waverly-fare, but it’s the least I can do.” She got out the other plate and both of them thanked her for going above and beyond her job that night.



Franco, in spite of always finicking about the food he was served, even occasionally Annette’s, chowed down the lukewarm turkey slices and mashed potatoes that surely came from a box. A big man had to eat. Tegan pushed around the stuffing on the plate and shrugged.

“Don’t fret over this,” was the last thing he told her at the table. When the plates were cleared, he got his regular clothes back on, checked out, and insisted that he could walk as long as he limped.



“Oh, god, I stepped on that wrong,” he said, outside of the hospital. He would have stumbled if it wasn’t for Tegan hoisting him up until they got to the parking lot. A few cars waited, but none of them were theirs, and Annette wasn’t there to make them theirs. Tegan called for a taxi and found her way through her contacts list to find the family members who needed to know that Franco lived.

“Peapod, can we do just one thing?” Franco asked.

“Sure, gramps.”

“I know you don’t like technology, but I want a photo of us tonight on my phone. Whenever I’m feeling down, which you know is a lot, I want to remind myself that I’ve been through worse. And, you know, you’ve been through it too.”

“I’m not beaten up, though,” Tegan said.

“Well, I never had to kiss Bryant.”



That was enough to get Tegan to smile that night, with Franco putting on a grin and an arm around her bare shoulders.



“Not bad for a broken nose, gramps,” Tegan said.

“Everything looks better when I’m dressed my best. Hopefully, I’ll look nicer in time for your wedding.”

“We’ll see how it goes. I can’t wait.” Tegan then got out her phone. “I think everyone else knows. Everyone but Heph. I’ll call him, and see where he is because I left him so suddenly.”

She dialed his number and waited for the response.

“Hi. Just wanted to tell you that I’m at the hospital right now. It’s…it’s Franco. Or it was, because he’s checked out and fine now. It was assault. He just took a selfie with a bruised face and a broken nose.”



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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 100, 11/26)
« Reply #467 on: November 26, 2014, 08:57:52 PM »
Bonus Shots



A delicious side-meal for your holiday Waverly serving!



The real events were that Franco and Tegan went to China, mostly for Franco to take more pictures, but also also them to talk as grandfather and granddaughter. I was also short on screenshots for that, and I was digging for a way to write it in to the story and came up with nothing.

However, the selfie they took in China is one of my favorite screenshots ever. :D



This is a close second.





Most of the trip involved Franco doing the thing he does best that isn't painting, styling, or fathering children. I wanted a vacation home in China, but decided against it in the end. I once had a dynasty where the main vacation home was in China, and the lag turned me off very, very fast.

Tegan still returned to China a few times for reasons you'll find out later. Of course it involves a big twist. ;)



I also took this shot, which was my desktop background for a bit.

And finally, a real-life photo from today (relevant, I promise!):



I'm at my grandparents' house at the moment for the holidays (helping them with food prep), and my grandmother had to go out to run some errands and ended up getting me a sandwich from that place. How fitting for me when I was wrapping up this chapter!

(For those who are unaware, I have a name and it's at the top of my leftovers. I meant to take the picture before that, but oh well)
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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 101, 11/30)
« Reply #469 on: November 30, 2014, 06:29:38 PM »
Happy Thanksgiving and thanks for this story.

You're welcome!

I'd also like to thank everyone who gave this nearly 1,000 views in between Wednesday and today.



Chapter 101: Goode Work



“I can’t believe that you have to drag me down two stories of stairs to do this,” Franco said, staring into yet another plate of ambrosia. “The smell doesn’t help either. It never has.”

“Stop being a sour-puss so your face can look better again. This stuff’s magic, as you probably know,” Annette said, digging in. “We have iron livers to begin with, but ambrosia allows me to drink without consequences. I’d market it if I wasn’t so selfish.”

Franco gave in. Lily ate her ambrosia too, out of obligation, but scowled worse than her father could (except on his truly bad days). She pushed around a chunk of deathfish that loosened itself from the life fruit custard.

“Come on, you need to eat that,” Annette said. “Every bite helps.”

Lily choked it down.

“And get a smile back on. We’re all alive, and your daughter is doing well anyways.”

“No! Not again.” Lily banged her fists on the table. “All you’ve been doing is telling me how to do this immortality thing, and you know darn well that I know our own rules. But no, you’ve been treating me like I’m some naggy, miserable broad.”

“You can’t help what you are,” Annette said.

“Is this about Tegan?” Franco asked her.

“I’ll re-break your nose after this,” said Lily. “You’re at least as guilty as gram is about…what’s happening.”

“I’d have you explain further than that, but that’s not needed,” Annette said. “You’re grossed out and the only one among us who is. So what if an old man wants to touch your daughter? She’s not 18 anymore, and none of us would be here without some sweet age-gap relationships anyways.”

“Didn’t grandpa Bill cheat on you?” Lily asked.

“I loved that cheating jerk more than anyone, though. And he was a far better choice than a creep my own age. Plus, Hephaestus had a much better set of parents than my poor excuse for in-laws. So what’s getting you down about this?”

“Please, you told me about the old men in town, and you were right. I bet Heph’s sleeping behind our backs. And he’s enough of our family to have your last name! It’s gross, and I don’t like gross, and I don’t want gross things for my only child.”

Looking better after ambrosia, Franco tried to calm his daughter down. “Sweetie, we raised him, and Heph is different. Plus, he hasn’t beat me up about anything. Would you really prefer Bryant as a son-in-law.”

Lily stormed off without another word with them. Granted, she kept her anger towards Bryant under wraps most of the time. Inside, she loathed a man who would beat her father that way, and loathed him more after the police department did nothing about the assault. Lily and Tegan fought hard, but a manly fight between manly men was an expectation, not a crime.

Franco did his best to let it go, and instead called the salon for a therapy session. Therapy meaning him going back to his former job, for just a day. Tegan wanted his help with a wedding dress. Even if Bryant was loose, she prepared for her special day no matter how impossible it seemed. Slipping on her best heels, Tegan accompanied her grandfather to the salon, and hoped that they had something nice in plus-sizes.

Franco’s retirement meant that they needed a new young fashion phenomenon, and the one they had then was Paul. 30-something and deluded into thinking that he knew women’s fashion, he pulled out what should have been the best wedding gown in size 14.



“He’s not too good at this, is he?” Tegan asked her grandfather. “I don’t wanna be rude to him, gramps, but it looks ghastly.”

“I told them that picking Paul over Dani was a bad idea,” Franco grumbled, trying to keep a better face for any other stylists walking by. “I think the logic is that bigger women are flattered better with straps. I also think he’s being dense.”

In spite of the mirror showing them the unwelcome visitor behind their backs, the two of them did their best to not dignify Bryant’s latest intrusion.

“Aww, a wedding dress? Just for me?” he taunted. “I knew you’d come around. No use getting married when you might not even get five years out of it before he croaks.”

“Is that even how it works?” Tegan whispered to Franco. He shook his head no. He got more time with Hannah than he expected, but five years would have been great. Even a day would have. Love did funny things to time.

“How about we look at some strapless options. Something with some bows and ribbons?” Tegan squealed a girlish squeal at the thought of it. “I’ll see what they have on the show floor.”

She twiddled her thumbs and wished that Bryant would just go away. “Come on now, you gotta look as slim as you can when we get married,” Bryant said. She kept in a response about him needing a girdle for himself with that sort of deal. That wasn’t a very nice thing to say. She adjusted the bow in her hair, got a wayward smudge of lipstick off the corner of her mouth, and read the ingredients off a bottle of hairspray that sat on a drawer.

“You don’t want me re-breaking your old man’s nose, now do you?”

“Bryant, please stop,” Tegan said. “A positive attitude might even get you someone better than me. Injuries aren’t a turn-on.”

“I thought you liked bad boys, like ones with an edge of mental illness and breaking your family tree,” Bryant said. “I’m not crazy enough for that, so I have to make up for this in other ways.”

First off, Bryant was most likely stark-raving mad himself. He just lived alone with few people to comment on it or verify its severity. Regardless, he still licked himself like a cat from time to time. Second, Hephaestus had little edge because the familiar swamp air or some other factor healed his mind once again. His episodes became more rare, and the director of the Simsouri Philharmonic (yes, he made it there at last!) gave him props for good behavior. He was an old teddy bear, albeit one missing a lot of stuffing.

“I think I found the right one!” Franco said, presenting Tegan with a mid-length corset dress and matching gloves. A big bow sat in the center of the chest.

“Oh my god, it’s perfect!” Tegan rushed to try it on.



She struck a pose and coyly looked back at herself in the mirror. Franco said it was a fine choice, especially because of the blue accents. Bryant sneered, which made it the true perfect option after all.

In spite of Bryant not getting physical with anyone that day, Tegan worried about his actions a little bit, and still reeled in anger from the lack of justice when it came to his crimes. In the meantime, Hephaestus worked long hours for the orchestra. Between that and his own hatred of the man who just wouldn’t leave them alone, the engagement ring he kept near his bed was never given to Tegan. She had no idea if he was still shopping for one, or if the ghost of his father stepped in instead.

And all of those feelings trickled down to the youngest person in the household.



Piper was part of an after-school study group, and was picked up close to sunset by Tegan, who usually was headed off to work, but one day found herself playing chess with Piper instead. Like both her and Hephaestus, little Piper showed an interest in the game too.

“I wanna be a doctor when I grow up,” she told Tegan, when asked as to why she was gaining an interest in such a dry game. “And you need logic for that. So I wanna play chess with you guys.”

“That’s great!” Tegan said, after taking another pawn. “What brought on the idea?”

“Well, Nettie kept telling me stories about my grandpa Goodwin, and how he did some police work with her old husband. But I’ve never seen a criminal. I’ve gotten sick though. So I need to fight all the germs.”

“Oh, I love it when our youth wants to do the good work,” Tegan said. Whether or not she wanted it to be a pun and meant “Goode work” was lost to history and a fading memory.



“I just gotta get good at it first,” Piper said, moving her bishop.

“You left your king open. Sorry, Piper.”

“Drat. Can we play on the swings now?”



It was the least Tegan could do for a future defender of good and justice. Someone walked behind them.



“Oh, I love a woman who’s good with kids. They’ll be mine one day.” It was Bryant. Tegan rolled her eyes and didn’t dignify his presence. Piper had a different idea.

“Why don’t you ever fight him?” Piper asked. “Not many people deserve a beating, but I doubt he’s a person.”

“Please don’t. We need some professional help to wrangle him. It’s just hard to get it.”

“Well I’m tired of you waiting! I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind.”

She stomped over to Bryant, who recognized her as the little toddler that Tegan brought over his house one day.



“My, what a lovely young lady!” he said.

“This isn’t funny! Leave my family alone,” Piper said, in her squeaky little voice.



“Now, now. Fights will get you nowhere, and listening to your family’s silly talk will get you fewer places. They’re just prejudiced against my background, and my skills, and-“



“Oh, shut it! You didn’t even hurt your hand, you’re just faking.”

“Excuse me?” Bryant asked. “Your grandpa Franco really hurt me last week! My cousin Juliana works at the emergency department and she said that I broke it.”

Piper and Tegan left. “As you might be able to tell, he’s a piece of work,” Tegan said.

“We just need another plan.”

The other plan, or so Tegan thought for a moment that it was, came in the form of an invitation out to lunch. Bryant promised an apology and a way to make a truce.



It went amicably at first. They barely spoke throughout the meal, which was as amicable as Tegan expected it to be. She got to her last few bites, when she noticed a hard, shiny object sitting in her risotto. Scraping away the creamy residue with her fork, Tegan uncovered a diamond ring with a sapphire in the center.

“What is this?” she asked, holding up the ring. “You know I’ll say no.”

“Guess who will leave you alone if you just give them a chance? I’m gonna fight for what I deserve and the justice I need,” Bryant said.

“You assaulted my grandfather! I wasn’t able to get any justice for that. You’re lucky enough already, and it’s a big nation. There’s someone out there for you.” Tegan got up to leave. She left her ring on the table. “I hope you can get a nice price selling that.”



“But Tegan, don’t you want a spunky guy your age? Someone with youth and zest in life?”

“Hephaestus has enough zest for me, thanks.”



“But I have more than three years left in me!” He held up his fingers for effect. “And we can have that many children.”



“Seriously, no thank you. I’m far too happy where I am now,” Tegan said, trying to get him to back off.

“I at least want a taste before I say good-bye,” Bryant said. He leaned in for a smooch. Knowing how to defend against it that time, Tegan put her hands out and pushed him away.



“Really, this makes you look disgusting. You’re embarrassing yourself,” she said. “And I’d rather die and ruin my family that way than marry you.”

Right after that, she felt a swift kick to her stomach, one from a heavy adult. It sent her down to the ground.



“Just have to make sure that you aren’t carrying the spawn of that old bloke,” Bryant said, pointing and walking away. “I’ll set a date as soon as I can. I can’t wait to be your husband!”

Tegan started breathing heavily, just from the pain. “The hell? I’m not pregnant. Heph has no time for that,” she muttered to herself. He left the ring on the table, and Tegan pocketed it in hopes of mailing it back to its rightful owner. No girl deserved that.

She staggered around the lot of the Bistro as the pain dulled, remembering that she had family duties. Tegan got the Motive Mobile and climbed in. It dulled the pain of being hit and of missing dessert too. Plus, Annette always had some waiting at home.

Piper waited outside, in her hot pink coat and scarf. She may have heard something about Tegan trying to settle things over a late lunch. It was difficult to distract her with after-school study groups.



Tegan extended her arms out for a hug. “Aww, did my precious black-eyed pea have a good day.”



“Yep. Your cousin Rachael told me about this guy called ‘The Blade.’ And I got an A on my spelling test!” Piper kept a smile. She had something to convince Tegan of about a blade.

“That’s nice. Who’s this Blade you’re talking about?”

“Can’t really say. But Rachael says that he fights cybercrime and is really dreamy too. Doesn’t Bryant hack things?” Piper asked.

“Wouldn’t be surprised,” said Tegan. “But, we can’t just assume these things. I’m certain this will pass over on its own. He’ll get tired of these games one day.”

“He hit you, didn’t he?”

“Run away whenever that happens.”

The Motive Mobile was full of cushioning relief and awkward silence for the short ride across the bridge. Tegan jumped into action, forgot about the pain, and zipped up her coveralls for a night of taming ghosts.



It wasn’t her preferred line of work after university, but the thrill of sucking up wayward spirits called to Tegan regardless. She would put up with it until she could finish school.



She even found a harsh way to deal with the human ones. Some ghosts were not worth being civil towards. Unfortunately for Tegan, she needed to adopt that for her own life, and be hard to the few people who truly deserved in. Meanwhile, Piper learned that already. She went into the living room, balked at what was on television, and then called Rachael. A few phone calls later, and “The Blade” was located.



“Hi, is this The Blade?” Piper asked. “I know a girl who needs to meet with you. And you might get an arrest too.”

“Who are we looking for? I need IPs, sources of activity, whatever you have.”

“I don’t have any of that. But, is Bryant Moreno on your list?” She could hear him perk up through the phone.



“Oh, that waste of resources. I have a lot on him. Give me a good place to meet.”



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- Piper did indeed come out with the Good trait. It's a nice throwback to her ancestors, but she has a lot of time to change! I can only take so much purity at a time. But for now, she's a Good little thing.

- Bryant hitting Tegan was very wrong (duh), but she wants him locked up for much longer than what one little scuffle between exes could land him. That's my story, and why Piper needs to reach out for the big guns! And by big guns, I obviously mean Keon the Recurring Character. You'd almost think that he wanted Tegan for himself too!

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« Reply #470 on: December 01, 2014, 03:36:00 PM »
Dun Dun DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

You sure are building up the suspense on this.  It's be great to see Lilly kick his butt, but I won't hold my breath ;)
...unless you just happen to have a picture of that, and if you do and could put it up, that'd be swell!

Also, really love all the attention to detail.  The hospital, the wheelchair, the bandages and injuries!  It's really impressive!

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Well, Keon is a fairy, he has all the time in the world to wait for Tegan to lose Heph and then pursue/ "pick up the pieces with" her.



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« Reply #472 on: December 02, 2014, 04:27:39 PM »
Dun Dun DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

You sure are building up the suspense on this.  It's be great to see Lilly kick his butt, but I won't hold my breath ;)
...unless you just happen to have a picture of that, and if you do and could put it up, that'd be swell!

Also, really love all the attention to detail.  The hospital, the wheelchair, the bandages and injuries!  It's really impressive!

You might, considering that she does like kicking butt. No screenshots yet because I do a lot of shooting after the fact, and I don't have what I need for Bryant's end yet.

Thanks!

Well, Keon is a fairy, he has all the time in the world to wait for Tegan to lose Heph and then pursue/ "pick up the pieces with" her.

That he does. Unless he has a run-in with a potent cure elixir...



Chapter 102: Starry-Eyed



“He says The Swamp Goblin,” Piper said. “Don’t you like it there, auntie Tegan?”

Tegan thought. The dubstep drove her batty, the fog machines made the whole place difficult to breathe in, she would have to go through the trouble of buying herself a club dress that would fit the atmosphere and that she liked too, but the drinks there were strong and delicious. Plus, getting Bryant dealt with was worth any amount of time clubbing.

“Sure I like it there! We own the place, after all,” Tegan said. “In fact, I’ll see if the elders are okay with it.”

Franco declined, saying that he needed a more proper way to pick up ladies. Annette’s perky ears perked up more at the mention of drinks, and Lily decided that she needed to smooth things over with Annette after a vague fight she mentioned to Tegan. But it would take a few days, because club gear needed to be procured.

Why two older women needed it was a mystery.



Regardless of what they needed, Tegan found another short blue dress in what the salesperson called “TARDIS-print.” Whatever the hell a TARDIS was (she asked grandma Annette about it later, don’t worry). However, the case was made that it fit for someone who was trying to crack time travel, and it also fit Tegan with comfort and style. With a pair of boots, she was as cute and club-worthy as someone in their 20’s.

Piper dressed as herself. She insisted on coming, and was too young and innocent to beg for juice, so no harm could be done.



Lily followed them, bundled up in a leather jacket to withstand the cold, wearing shorts to welcome spring, and wearing high boots and leather gloves to make an even further confusing wardrobe.

“You look great, mum,” Tegan said.

“I’d rather not embarrass you,” said Lily. “I’ll leave that to Annette.”

“I bet she’ll be fine tonight.”



“Watch out boys,” Annette said, with one leg raised against the wall. “This club wear idea was fantastic, Tegan. I feel even younger than I did when I first met Bill.” It was the fishnets doing that to her. Between the shortness of her dress and the bright aqua accents, the whole ensemble was eye-searing, repulsive, and perfect for a night of clubbing.

“Plain clothes next time?” Tegan asked Lily. Her mother nodded. Annette whisked Lily away for dancing, though, as if they both forgot that they fought less than a week before. The dubstep did that to them. They wiggled and shook to the music, and pretended to flirt with a few frumpy older guys who came there. Tegan headed to the back of the club with Piper, because the music was a little quieter back there.



Fake fog filled the back of the club too, as well as some bubbles. They were colorful bubbles that smelled faintly of cotton candy.



Everyone arrived on time, and The Blade turned out to not be a mysterious fellow at all. Keon Whelohff was the only person in the back, and he blew bubbles and chilled out thanks to whatever was put in them. If there were two things that Tegan knew he liked, it was her and clubs.

“Keon, was this just a ploy to spend time with me?” Tegan asked him.

“No. I really do analyze cybercrime now. You tend to do a lot of weird things when you’re immortal,” he said. “Why else would your family be out at the club tonight, at their age?”

“Point taken.” He took another hit of bubbles. Tegan turned to Piper. “Sweetie, you might want to find somewhere else. This is…an adult thing.”

“Okay,” she said, flatly. She brought her homework with her.



Piper got out of the way, especially considering that her work was done. Tegan needed to hear about Bryant the most.



Keon breathed out the last of his bubbles, out his nose for added effect, and got down to his business with Tegan. She sat up with a straight back, supported by the hope of never dealing with Bryant again.

“I never thought he’d be so tough,” Keon said. “And he was my own student. I could have sent him to juvie and prevented this whole thing. I feel rotten about it.”

“Don’t be,” Tegan said. “But apparently you have a lot of material on him?”

“The guy has a history. You could have been him if he didn’t turn you off to programming, but he went on to hack. The hacking world isn’t all bad, but let’s face it, a lot of it is. That isn’t a problem with him. Most of his hacking work was white-hat stuff.”

“So what is the problem?”

“The Deep Web. He’s been suspected of having a hand in some operations of a counterfeiter. We’re pretty sure he’s just a site admin, but he has multiple charges thanks to getting himself involved with a lot of dealers. Also, possible charges about orchestrating a few DDoS attacks. We think we can rack up 15 years for him, perhaps more if we can get a harassment charge on top of it because of what he does to you.”



“This…this just can’t come soon enough.” Tegan rested her cheek in her hand and furrowed her brow as the rage swirled within her. Tegan-rage was rare but potent. “I don’t want to think this way about him. You know, I want to see the good in everyone, but he’s just a huge black hole and no light escapes. And he’s ruined all of us.”



“So, you still want him arrested, right?” Keon asked. Tegan nodded.

“I’ll do my best. For your sake. Are you still seeing that blond guy?”

“Hephaestus? As much as I can. He’s my soulmate.” Keon sighed glumly at her answer.

“I wish you two well,” he mumbled.

“And you?” she asked.



“There have been some dates. Apparently your cousin Rachael is turning 18 soon, so I have to pencil her in. It sounds creepy, but I’m older than even the frail old ladies at the grocery store. My options are bound to be creepy.”

“Hey, I think it’s okay. I want you to be loved too,” said Tegan. “Plus, my whole family thinks you’re great. You’re welcome with us any time.”

“Shucks,” Keon said, blushing as much as he could beneath his tan skin. The corners of his stern mouth curled up a bit. “I guess it’s only natural. Mum’s a good friend of you guys. Heck, she’s older than Annette. I feel bad for her at times.”

“Immortality isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

“Darn straight. I need some sympathy.”

“Hey, I can give plenty of it,” Tegan said. “I’ll be around for a long time to.”

“I feel bad for you and Heph, then,” said Keon. “Well, I trust my mum on this. Getting widowed stinks. It happened three times to her. And we’ll have to go through the same, because of this stupid immortality thing. It brings me down a lot about love.” He looked at Tegan with a meaningful gaze. “I wish that there were more people to share this with.”

She knew what he meant. Flirting with a taken woman? Keon had some nerve for that! The creepiness factor wasn’t an issue—or an issue worth regarding—when it was a mean geek versus her old math teacher versus her old step-uncle. But the image of her with anyone but Hephaestus offended her to the bone. Keon needed to shut up. However, his kind face and good temper didn’t deserve it.

“How about you tell me about your dad?” she asked him.



“Mister Shamus Drudge,” Keon started. “No, I didn’t know him. He was old, as old as my mum but as mortal as the rest of them.”



“Anyways, apparently Annette told him about her recently-widowed friend who needed a pick-me-up and who was also hankering for another baby. He learned that he wasn’t actually infertile not that long before.”



“And the last anyone saw of him was at the theatre with a very happy mum.”

“Well, it was just a fling,” Tegan said. “I want to say that she had a good idea, but I think it’s worth it to love. Even for a short while to the perfect mortal. I have a man as dreamy as Heph, and I’m not giving that up. I don’t care if he’s older or if I get to live forever, he’s my prince!”

“You know, I wish I could be a mortal. All of you immortals like those who will die, and leave a wake of bereavement behind them.”

“Because they’re awesome, that’s why,” Tegan said. “Look, Keon, you can still be my friend. I need friends. I love friends!”

“I’ll be your friend,” he said. “I do like that.”

“So why don’t we dance? You’re pretty good at it, from what I remember.”



Yep. They all had it. Even Piper grooved along to the four-on-the-floor beats and dropped basses. Annette and Lily held on for a while, determined to beat the kids at dancing, but Annette’s addiction took over.

“Lily, we need drinks,” she said. “More drinks, that is.”

“We had to have been juiced enough in order to do that.” Oh, what was she thinking? It was never enough for Annette.



They clinked bottles and smiled with each sip. Sim Adams made some darn great juice. The two of them laughed together and gossiped. Tegan and Keon danced in back of them and fueled more gossip in the process. Annette joked about how they seemed so close. “He’ll make a nice fling for her later down the line.”

“Yeah, just a fling,” Lily said, sheepishly. She downed the rest of her Sim Adams.



Regardless of what was going on between them, Keon looked starry-eyed the whole time he was with her. And glum when she left abruptly. She just said that she was headed to “the cabin,” as if a platonic friend would know or care.

“Take care,” he said, as she bolted out the door.
 
With Bryant still on the loose, the two lovebirds took to using the cabin at Elkhorn Fishing Hole again. No one ever visited that fishing hole anymore (Not even Hephaestus. For a Bayless, he loathed fishing), and certainly not Bryant, who managed a few sectors of the Deep Web and stayed indoors to do that. The whole place smelled of fresh linen and lavender. Hephaestus had been cleaning. It also tuckered him out, because he lay on his side in the bed.

“Cuddles?” he asked. The answer was always yes.



“Is he arrested yet?” Hephaestus asked, half-asleep, with an arm around Tegan.

“Nah. Lots of works to be done,” Tegan said, wearily. “And that blasted Keon tried to flirt with me. I’m a taken woman, you know.”

“I know well, but guess who’s as immortal as you are? He seems like a lovely man.”

“Well, you’re lovelier,” Tegan said, turning towards him. “Lovely as the first snow in Twinbrook, sweet as ripe peaches. All of that.”

“I always like to know that I am. But Keon…Keon’s nice.”

“He is. Heph, I don’t want to have to stay in this cabin forever. I want Bryant gone.”

“We all do.”

“I hate this busy life. I have to work, and invent, make friends, and still hide from some psycho.” She remembered who she was talking to. “No offense, honey.”

“I’m still doing fine. And he’s worse than a psycho.”

“I think I need to go home. At least get another floor hygienator made,” Tegan said. “I’m sorry to keep delaying. I want you. I want you as my husband, that’s what!” She opened the sliding door of the cabin and parted the blind. “But we don’t have much time. We’re ruined.”

“Tegan, honey!” Hephaestus followed her out the door and into the swampy morning. “Don’t cry about this.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do. Wait?”

“I’ll wait as long as we need to. I bet we’re reaching the end, and I’m feeling great for my age. We have years left together. And I want to be your husband too.”

“It’s just gonna fail again like it did the last hundred times.”

“Do you need a hug?” Hephaestus asked. She looked up at him with her sad brown eyes.

“I always need one.”



He comforted her in the cold morning, until she was composed enough to safely work with a blowtorch.

“So it will take years. We have years,” he said to her.

And that is exactly what it took.

Meanwhile, Lily, Annette, and Keon wrapped up the night with even more drinks. They paid him for his services in drinks. However, Annette ended up being a (kind of) responsible drunk for once, and offered to drive a sleepy, annoyed Piper home and promised not to crash the car (a few close calls, but nothing bad). It left Lily and Keon to interact.

She always liked that kid. The family generally did, and still called him “kid” in spite of him being not much younger than Franco. Keon and her got along well after all those years, and Lily hoped for the best in his love life. And by the best, she of course meant Tegan. She ignored the age gap and looked at biology, which made Keon the equivalent to a man in his mid-to-late 30’s…much like Tegan. She ignored the age gap and beamed at the thought of a potential in-law who she never, ever had to call a stepsibling.

Perfect.

He was all ready to find his car on the dirt road before Lily caught him to say good-bye, or perhaps leave a gift with him.

“I overheard you earlier,” she said. “Wishing you were a mortal?”

“It’s in my genes, though. I can’t change this,” he said.

“It’s easier than you think.” She produced a pale blue bottle from her pocket. “In fact, I can do that right now.”

“Are you kidding me?”



And then, he had glass in his shoes and gooey liquid in his socks and damaging the fine leather of his loafers. Instead of floating like a lightweight fairy, Keon was grounded like the stocky-framed man he was. He also felt a birthday coming up in the next few years.

“I guess it’s what I asked for,” he said, shrugging. “I’ll see if I need to thank you for it.”

“Any time, Keon, any time.”



Lily watched the new human leave. He’d have a use one day.

The best part, at least for Lily, was that it came true. In a subverted way, but it still came true. That, readers, is the start of how Keon Whelohff became Keon Waverly



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Word Count so far: 207,536

Notes:

- Obviously, Shamus and Rosy never married in my game. But the story can say they did! Anyways, I do try to explain my townie genes in-story, so here is Keon's backstory with some in-universe narration.

As for the last sentence, stay buckled in! And don't hold your breath because it's guaranteed to take about twenty chapters to happen. ::)

- Formal apologies for dressing my old ladies that way. I was actually testing out some minor CC I'm making, though Annette's dress is actually a hidden item in the base game. It took some digging to find it and make it appear in CAS as a usual item, but it was EA's idea to make it for elders in the first place, not mine!

Lily's jacket is my in-progress attempt at removing the stencils from a hidden Showtime jacket for elders, and generally cleaning it up. It looks snazzy but really, really shiny.

- Tegan was originally going to be a little more like a real-life friend of mine, who is, among other things, a hardcore Whovian. So I downloaded that TARDIS pattern and meant to use it much more. It was on the Exchange and I forget the link. :(
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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 102, 12/2)
« Reply #473 on: December 02, 2014, 04:56:08 PM »
Finally caught up with this, I've been reading it on and off for a while but always way behind, I'm enjoying the mystery of Annette/Moira, and Tegan's romantic problems, and I see as I'm typing this you posted another chapter, guess I didn't quite catch up after all.

EDIT: Okay now I'm caught up, all I can say is in 20 chapters time when Keon's role is finally revealed I hope to god Franco gives him a haircut  :P


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« Reply #474 on: December 02, 2014, 11:00:22 PM »
I am firmly in the Annette=Moira=Annette camp. *starts decorating* Moira is Annette, knows who Jo is and all of it.

I remember Keon being on the family tree, so he's either Phil's step-dad or bio dad. At least we now have a basic idea of how Tegan could wind up with the Emperor of Evil as a son.

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« Reply #475 on: December 03, 2014, 04:49:27 AM »
My guess is that Tegan and Heph will run out of time to have a child. I really think Phil takes after Shamus but it could be my imagination. I just thought that as soon as I saw him. But if that's the case, do Heph's beautiful genes never make it into the family? I hope I'm wrong for that reason!
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« Reply #476 on: December 03, 2014, 12:35:30 PM »
Finally caught up with this, I've been reading it on and off for a while but always way behind, I'm enjoying the mystery of Annette/Moira, and Tegan's romantic problems, and I see as I'm typing this you posted another chapter, guess I didn't quite catch up after all.

EDIT: Okay now I'm caught up, all I can say is in 20 chapters time when Keon's role is finally revealed I hope to god Franco gives him a haircut  :P

Welcome!

He does get a haircut. I considered giving him one for this chapter, but it would make later ones look inconsistent (who would go back to that awful haircut?).

I am firmly in the Annette=Moira=Annette camp. *starts decorating* Moira is Annette, knows who Jo is and all of it.

I remember Keon being on the family tree, so he's either Phil's step-dad or bio dad. At least we now have a basic idea of how Tegan could wind up with the Emperor of Evil as a son.

It's not exactly contested by the story that Moira is Annette, just Annette in the past. The one that Jo knew is doing different things.

I don't consider these spoilers, so:

Moira really doesn't know who Jo is. She chalks up her shared last name to it being common, and remember, Waverly was her married name. She doesn't see Jo as family because of that, and there's no connection to the other side either. Other details that blow Jo's cover are known to others in the circle, but not to Moira.

However, I do think that Moira is also being willfully dense because she values Jo's companionship and doesn't want to alienate her (NOTE: while Annette definitely alienates a lot of people, 1) I don't think she entirely means to, and 2) Annette was doing far better for herself in Twinbrook and didn't have to care. Note how she was marginally nicer and more careful in earlier chapters. It was a deliberate choice in my writing and I'll elaborate on this more if anyone wants it). Without that, she'd be suspicious like Eileen and Arthur are. Either way, the ruse can't be held up forever. I know how it will end but I'm sparing you those details. ;)

As for Keon, I forgot that I put up the old family tree some time ago. :P After that ending sentence, it's one or the other.

My guess is that Tegan and Heph will run out of time to have a child. I really think Phil takes after Shamus but it could be my imagination. I just thought that as soon as I saw him. But if that's the case, do Heph's beautiful genes never make it into the family? I hope I'm wrong for that reason!

You're more observant than I am for seeing anything but a slim, male Tegan in Phil.

I almost always have a way for missed genes to get into the family, and I make backup plans for if they fall through. Hephaestus had a son in France, DNA samples of himself, and I could have always had him father generation eight from beyond the grave. However, he couldn't father children in Twinbrook because the pool of eligible women was slim (he had a lot of cousins). But I had complete control over the situation, and whoever I thought would make a better father for Phil would be his father because of my watcher powers. Tegan was actually quite indecisive during the game, from what I remember, so I got to make the decision for her.

But it's ambiguity like this that will make Chapter...108 even better when it happens. ;)



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« Reply #477 on: December 03, 2014, 03:07:39 PM »
No, you know what? Forget this Hephestus vs Keon jazz. I'm shipping Keon and Piper and you can't stop me. *sticks fingers in ears* La la la la it's not creepy at all.

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« Reply #478 on: December 03, 2014, 03:23:26 PM »
Just finished reading chapter 23. 79 more to go  :o

I know this is a comment a little late but I have to review, the chapter was beautiful and sad, the way you described Annette loneliness after Bill's death was exceptional.

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« Reply #479 on: December 03, 2014, 03:50:27 PM »
Don't worry, Trip, I don't remember too much from that tree beyond 'wait, this person is duplicated how many times here?!?' It's actually kind of cool that Phil resembles both guys enough (for me) to make it plausible that either could have fathered him. Still rooting for Heph though.

I get the feeling that Piper was supposed to be Phil's wife/mother of Gen 6 but things didn't/won't work out (Phil was an elder in the nooboo!Jo shot and Piper would already be almost three sim weeks older than Phil if Tegan was currently pregnant) so yes, Keon/Piper all the way. Or Piper/Heph's son if Heph doesn't manage to father Phil. We have to keep that kind of beauty around somehow.

Ah, indecisive sims. It makes life much easier when you can direct them to your chosen spouse without feeling guilty over it.

 

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