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    TITLE: Ikh gefunen ir (I have found her)

    AUTHOR: kerk_hiraeth

    FANDOM: Babylon 5 (post-series);

    LENGTH: 200;

    CHARACTER(s): Susan Ivanova; OC (Karen Karen); Michael Garibaldi (mention of);

    SHIP(s): Ivanova/OC; Talia Winters/Susan Ivanova (by implication from canon);

    SUMMARY: You never forget your first true love.

    A/N: The fic posted here is the final version of one I have been working on, in one way or another for something like seven years; about the time I finally watched all the episodes of Babylon 5.

            The first versions were all about a drabble's length, but not one really worked. A character kept on creeping in and spoiling them. Once I listened to that insistence she be a part of this story I eventually reached the first version close to what you see here. From there it still took a seemingly interminable amount of months, to figure out what was wrong with the ending (see the end notes for how that resolved itself).

           After that my mental health problems almost finished any prospect of me writing again.

          However, now she is finally ready to fly.

 

 

      No sooner had Fleet Capt. Susan Andreievna Ivanova sat down to her long delayed breakfast than the message arrived.

   Lt. Cmdr Karen Karen gently pressed her; as she was wont to say, ass back down; then kissed her lover with uncharacteristic forcefulness. Smiling at Ivanova's; equally uncharacteristic, confusion she explained, “I wanted to make sure you came back, “ pressing; as she did so, a folded piece of paper into her superior's palm.

   Standing, Ivanova's exec added; with an almost Russian air of fatalism, “Our assigned patrols are completed; course is set. We can have you at Earth-Mars in nine days... assuming you don't want to stop over at your old command.

   Turning from studying Karen's departing... back; she was Captain of this vessel when Ivanova's rank took her off-ship, she pointedly studied the commissary.

   Said commissary; full of crew frozen amidst meal and conversation, interrupted by the unusually public affection between the two senior officers aboard ship, suddenly became animated with noisy banging; chatter and remembered elsewheres to be.

   Satisfied, Ivanova read the message; dated almost a month previous. Michael Garibaldi's communication explained her... Karen's sudden, and unprofessional, lack of decorum.

 

   Bei mir bistu schein

 

   He had found Talia.

 

 

    Picture of Cmdr Susan Ivanova from Babylon 5

   kerk hiraeth

 

 

    Went looking for russian nomenclature as I was misremembering Ivanova as having a fuller name, which led me here http://faculty.virginia.edu/herman/tolstoy/namingconventions.htm and since her father was named Andrei and -evna scans better that gave me her patronymic.

 

    Her exec/partner/lover's name is an anglicised, and here I had to cut the references to Fed Standard English version of what her name would be in actuality. Her first name is common enough across several cultures; but her last name would be Kayin, in reference to her ancestry from the south-east of what we call Burna, or Myanmar (both are correct; Myanmar being apparently a more formal version of Burma; not the replacement).

 

    The title ( yiddish; Ikh gefunen ir / english; I have found her) yiddish in hebrew script; איך געפונען איר ); which made up the gist of the original ending, eventually got replaced by the title of the original yiddish version of a song I knew principally from versions by The Andrews Sisters which, along with several other versions, would just not let me go.

 

    If you're unfamiliar with Babylon 5; these links will give you a feeling for the characters mentioned; except for my original character of course. I already have ideas for further scenes/stories in my head, but I do feel the need to get a little deeper into her possible cultural history

https://babylon5.fandom.com/wiki/Susan_Ivanova 

https://babylon5.fandom.com/wiki/Talia_Winters 

https://babylon5.fandom.com/wiki/Michael_Garibaldi 

 



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  TITLE: Footprints

  AUTHOR: kerk_hiraeth

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer S1; S6 onward;

  LENGTH: 250;

  RATING: PG (mention of character death);

  CHARACTER(s): Rupert Giles; Jesse (Williams);

  SHIP(s): None;

  SUMMARY: ''Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same.'' Flavia Weedn (1929-2015);

  A/N: Until the quote turned up on a wordpress I follow I'd never heard of Flavia Weedn; still can't find out much about her, but the quote didn't take long to inspire this fic, which I actually started writing about the same time I was working on my second Nancy!verse story. Jesse is a character that has always stuck with me. Handful of scenes; killed off in the second half of the pilot and only ever mentioned in fanfic or meta he nevertheless has been in the back of my mind ever since I first saw those opening episodes; sometime between watching the first half of S4 and waiting for the second half to come back into the library. After some re-working; mostly on how Jesse's words (the error is deliberate), and the ending were to be presented, and here we are.

 

 

     Harvest averted; Slayer and her friends gone, Rupert Giles locked his diary notes away and reached to turn off his desk light; disturbing a piece of paper which fluttered to the floor.

  Reaching down in case it was important he was brought up short by the scrawl; realising quickly that it had been meant for his predecessor as Librarian.

 

  'Mr. Bennett, (here there was a hole) the book. I did find it, as I said I did (another hole; so erased it was torn) ther's (then) my next visit (another hole) Mom says I can't do it after school, but I can do chores to pay the fine.

  Deciphering the signature took longer, but read, Jesse Williams.

   ~

  Years later he could still talk about the note at the funeral of Jesse's mother.

  People were impressed that he would travel all the way from England for the parent of a pupil he had never actually met.

  He never told them that.

  He made a point; after that note, of attending every funeral he could of a parent whose child he had failed to save.

  Everyone of them left a footprint; however brief. Every one of them had had people who never knew why the hole in the paper of their lives was so completely erased.

  Every one of his children had holes in their lives he could not repair.

  Sometimes you had to accept that; find a sticking plaster, and hope that was enough. 
 

 

  Sometimes the footprints were just washed away.

 

 

     Image of first Human footprint on another world

 

   kerk hiraeth

 

 

 

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TITLE: Love is patient; Love is kind

AUTHOR: kerk_hiraeth

FANDOM: Degrassi Next Class (post-series);

LENGTH: 400;

RATING: G;

CHARACTER(s) Rasha Zuabi; Zoë Rivas;

'SHIP(s): Zoë Rivas/Rasha Zuabi;

SUMMARY: Where do you find the words that can explain to your still conservatively liberal Muslim mother that the woman their daughter will marry is the right one for their child, and are they really okay with who you are now?

A/N: Inspired by Mary Lambert's beautiful song, 'She Keeps Me Warm', this is set several years in our future; Next Class sadly seeming likely to have concluded the Degrassi saga for the foreseeable future; due to Netflix' corporate callousness, with S4.

This is told entirely from Rasha's pov; intention being to write a contiguous story from Zoë's pov. Rasha arrived at Degrassi as a refugee from the conflict(s) in Syria at the start of S3; whilst Zoë arrived there at the start of Degrassi: Next Generation's S12 (TNG had far longer seasons which covered similar periods of time; as far as I can tell, as two of NC's ten episode seasons).

Zoë came out as lesbian in the S2 finale of NC; though was still in the process, publically, when Rasha arrives at Degrassi. She is raised Catholic by a very homophobic mother; whereas Rasha is Muslim and had been outed while still living in Aleppo (it was never made clear if this was a primary reason for her family escaping from the rule of ISIS (the term used on the show), though it is stated that it was only when they took over that she was forced to wear the hijab. She does not come out to the daughter of her hosts until the finale of S3; by which time she is in a relationship with Zoë, though it is implied they have yet to become sexual at that point.

 

 

First chance she could get Rasha was on a flight to Beirut; as close to home as she was likely ever to get again. It was hard now to recapture when Aleppo was home.

Home was Vancouver and, Zoë.

She understood why the daughter needed to tell her mother in person and Rasha knew Zoë would wait for as long as it took to get married; so that Rasha could have her family; those who accepted her, beside her at the ceremonies.

It broke Rasha's heart that Zoë would never have that.

Rasha could almost feel her mother's arms; never thought at one time she would feel that childhood warmth and safety again. She could see them; held aloft, only a couple of security checks away; wanted to fly to them.

Handing her papers and brand new Canadian passport to her Zoe hadn't even asked Why.

Of all people Zoë had understood the why and the need.

Time was; with all her past celebrity and notoriety, that Zoë might have paid for this trip. Now Rasha was breadwinner; she didn't want to contemplate that her love might never have come out.

She whispered Allah's blessings on the family who had hosted her when she got to Canada for their generosity in paying for these flights. She knew her mother would understand the love and strength that she and Zoë had gained from each other, and their friends; understand too that they were married in all but name, but only until she was by her daughter's side.

And she knew her mother would love and accept her new daughter; accepting her as her own had rejected her.

She just needed to see it in her mother's eyes; feel the enveloping acceptance of those arms she had thought lost to her.

Then she saw the smile; achingly close to tears, could repeat in unison with her mother the thanks to Allah they were both safe.

Seeing her mother so achingly close; softly saying the prayer together, gave Rasha the words she needed that said everything her mother needed to hear from her; all she'd need Rasha now knew.

She'd felt them when Zoë had simply held her as Rasha asked to be her wife.

On the same steps where she first saw her love she had spoken them; misunderstanding a never spoken question.

 

They could not be perfected.

 

She keeps me warm.

 

 

~

'She Keeps Me Warm by Mary Lambert'

 

a) This is from one piece about the song ~ The song, which is based on Lambert's own personal experience of growing up as a lesbian and trying to reconcile her life as a homosexual with her Christian faith, basically talks about the struggles of homosexuals.

https://www.songmeaningsandfacts.com/meaning-song-keeps-warm-mary-lambert/

b) The most relevant lyrics to this story are the opening lines of the first verse and the chorus ~

She says I smell like safety and home

I named both of her eyes forever and please don't go

 

Ch: And I can't change, even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

And I can't change, even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

My love, my love, my love

She keeps me warm, she keep me warm

and c) The lyrics over the end of the song inspired the story as a whole; particularly Rasha finding in them the words she needs for both her wife-to-be, and her mother whom she last saw when they were separated escaping Syria. ~

I'm not crying on Sundays, (Love is patient, love is kind)

I'm not crying on Sundays, (Love is patient, love is kind)

I'm not crying on Sundays, (Love is patient, love is kind)

No, (Love is patient, love is kind)

(Love is patient, love is kind)

(Love is patient, love is kind)

(Love is patient, love is kind)

(Love is patient, love is kind)

 

My love, my love, my love, my love

She keeps me warm, she keeps me warm

https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107859467274/

 

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   Okay,

            so this was written way back in January and, after what has been; even for me, an excessively difficult year I have had to accept that I am never going to be able to get it looking right. I cannot use html and dreamwidth will not let me use rich text as I would wish.

    Until I was typing this out again I did not realise the appropriateness of now trying again to post this; which you will understand if you read, at this time.

    My eternal gratitude to the inestimable elisi, without whose support I might not be here posting this. This is the first of five very different fics I wrote back at the beginning of the year; various others are at different stages and may get posted before the year is out.

 

 

     TITLE: 'Til Death Do Us Die

     AUTHOR: kerk_hiraeth

     FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (S6);

     LENGTH: 200;

     CHARACTER(s): Spike; mentions of (in order) Angel(us); Darla; Dru(silla) & Buffy Summers;

     'SHIPS: Spike/Buffy; Spike/Dru; Angel(us)/Darla; Angel/Buffy;

     A/N: Spike in contemplative; slightly inebriated and bitterly self-pitying, probably after another empty encounter with the re-animated, and depressed, Buffy.

            Always been my head canon as to where Spike was when the Armistice was announced; especially since reading a fanfic (long since sadly lost as far as I can tell) which told of Darla in Sarajevo in June of 1914; deciding not to eat a manic Serbian terrorist, because she had a vision of the chaos his shot that rang around the world would cause.

           If anyone recognises that fic and can send it me I would be so happy as I don't believe I ever printed it up.

 

 

     He'd wondered aloud once; twat that he was, whether being bitten by women was why they; group they, were so different from the other Vampires he'd met.

   Only time the great pouffe had called him a poof.

   Still did sometimes, wonder; now he was banging the Slayer.

   Plural.

   Chuckling, he chugged back a beer; reminded him of that grand Belgian stuff got him plastered back in November of '18.

   He was still Spike; not William the Bloody Awful Poet, who could quote every verse he'd composed in over a century of not writing them.

   Angelus had been an artist in his own way; Darla too.

   Not even Dru had been in his class though; all too tactile; even Dru, to appreciate his abstract nature; buried deep as it was.

   Never explained why Angelus had been so willing to play pussy whipped by a woman whose intelligence could have turned them all inside out.

   Never seemed the type.

   Then he'd gone ass over tit for the Slayer.

   It was clear to him then why Angel would still die for Darla; why, if it came to it he ~ they'd both die for Buffy.

   Abandon her too.

   For Dru; his Ripe; Bloody Queen.

 

 

 

     'What is the Jay more precious than the Lark

     Because his feathers are more beautiful?

     Or is the Adder better than the Eel

     Because his painted skin contents the eye?

     O, no good Kate! Neither art thou the worse

     For this poor furniture and mean array.'

 

     ~ This is part of a speech from Act IV, Scene III of William Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew. The pocket-sized book collection I own entitles it 'The Mind Enriches', but it's the second that catches my mind's attention and inspires Spike's alcohol-fueled train of thought here.

     That and this passage from an early Star Trek novelisation; back when some could compete with the best science-fiction around back then.

 

     “ 'Mnhei'sahe, ' “ she (Lt. Janice Kerasus) said promptly. “Captain, I'm sorry, but you would ask me to render one of the most difficult words in the language (Rihannsu, or what the unimaginative PTB at Paramount insist on calling Romulan). It's not quite honor – and not quite loyalty – and not quite anger, or hatred, or about fifty other things. It can be a form of hatred that requires you to give your last drop of water to a thirsty enemy – or an act of love that requires you to kill a friend. The meaning changes constantly with context, and even in one given context, it's slippery at best.”

 

        (Ch. 10; My Enemy, My Ally by Diane Duane, 1984)

 


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