2006 Holiday Gift for Symphonyflute!

[tarotgal]

Title: Gift for Symphonyflute 2006
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Desperate Housewives, season 3 (spoilers abound-beware!)
Pairings: canon ones only
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or their world. This is fanfiction and I'm just playing for fun, not making any money.
Summary: Andrew puts his cold to good use. Ah, the Van De Kamps and their manipulations.
Notes: Written for Symphonyflute as a holiday gift. Enjoy!

Story: http://tgsrealm.beastlet.com/stories/Gift06Symphonyflute.html


This was my first Desperate Housewives fic, as you know. Not sure it came out like you wanted it, and I didn't have time to get it to go as deep as I would have liked, but I really hope you like it anyway. Thanks for all the support and help, comments and enthusiasm over the last year, especially. It's really been great seeing you try out fandoms that we don't usually see sneezefics in, too. I hope that the muses are as kind to you in the new year and that you have a very happy Chanukkah! *hugs*

Comments

[symphonyflute.livejournal.com]

I've gotten on average 4 hours of sleep every night this week and feel like the walking dead, but wanted to wait for this before I turned in early. And yay, I got it.

Not so much with the drama like I wanted, but so much with the cute and clever it more than made up for it. Come on, Justin was in it, and it was therefore the coolest fic ever. I love Justin. And his 5 or so lines in the course of the show were supurb. So he didn't have a big part besides pissing Bree off by being gay with Andrew, he's still ridiculously hot.

*Justin made a sound that was something between a laugh and a sigh.*
-Perfect response. That's probably exactly what I would do.

*lasagna, made with eight different types of cheese, green beans with pearl onions, and croissants*
-No offense, but that sounds absolutely repulsive. Very Bree-like meal though.

*the important part was sitting there and pretending to enjoy yourself*
-Very DH themey. That make any sense?

*Bree regaled them all with the current news. A dignified lady never gossiped, naturally, but there was a fine line between gossip and crucial pieces of information that any concerned neighbor needed to know.*
-Oh, of course. (*rolls eyes* Silly Bree)

*He would have called it thoughtful if he didn't know it was just routine.*
-I don't know what it is about this, but it seems so in character for the Van De Kamp family.

*She walked to the door and Andrew called out after her, "Well, I didn't get it at drama camp!"*
-Ha. I definately said "You tell her Andrew!" out loud. Can you say dork moment?

Everything about Andrew trying to piss his mom off by being obnoxious amused me very much. I usually like it when guys hide being sick, but this was really cute.

*If anything, he thought she might actually be enjoying this.*
-Come on, who enjoys someone sneezing. Oh, wait...

* He resisted the urge to follow his request with a ‘please'. Andrew wondered whether one of those might make her bring the items faster. He wanted the stuff... but also sort of wanted her. And he liked all the attention she was finally paying him.*
-Awwwww.

*Yes, there were some things in life that were certain. Like the misery of a cold, or the importance of keeping up appearances. *
-Ooh, creepy. I can hear Brenda Strong's voice saying that.

Last year I write "Thanks for the story and I'll write more tomorrow." But I never wrote more. So I wrote you a novel tonight. It may not make any sense, because still in zombie mode, but I had to tell you how much I love and appreciate this story. Thank you.

[symphonyflute.livejournal.com]

Scratch what I said about the repulsive food. I thought the beens, onions, and crossaints were in the lassagna. Ugh.