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  <title>Erica Evans [V]</title>
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    <name>Erica Evans [V]</name>
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  <updated>2013-03-05T03:36:46Z</updated>
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    <title>state of the pups</title>
    <published>2013-03-05T01:13:01Z</published>
    <updated>2013-03-05T03:36:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;State of me&lt;/b&gt;: So, my fancy new title at work is Director of Client Services/Social Media. And while I think it's been obvious for a while that tagging during the day won't happen much, tagging in the evenings is slow too. I didn't think things would go that direction, but everyone's been awesomely patient. You definitely make things easy. There will be a period in the middle of May when I won't be here for a week because my girlfriend will be here for her birthday, and at some point in April (I think the 17th?) my dad is having surgery. Oh, and there will be a baby sometime at the end of this month. LIFE, MAN. So things will probably stay this way, but you know what they say about slow and steady I suppose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Erica Evans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's pregnant and will find out in the next couple of weeks. Other than that, nothing has really been happening with her, but she's open for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy being a little girl and having fun. Her telepathy is stronger now, and soon, she'll realize that she can bend people to her will, which is dangerous for an almost seven year old who could eight her weight in ice cream, lol. She'll probably get in trouble once John and Erica catch on. I'd like her to meet other people with abilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rapunzel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a huge crush on Axl and may or may not have a cute little diary where she talks about liking him very much. I'd like for her to make more friends, particularly, probably, Snow White, Red, Emma...okay so OUAT folks, lol. And eventually, she needs to find out that she's the lost princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zoe Washburne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her baby is about to be &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt;. She doesn't dwell so much anymore on the fact that one day this life will end; she tries hard to focus on the good that she has now. She's actually pretty content, but an illness in the crew will shake her up. It's hard for her to make friends, but I'd like for her to branch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Belle French&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in danger of going home, although I can't decide if I want her to get canon updated instead and lose her memories. If I go that route, I'd like for her to have solid friendships first, and maybe a friendship with Red, as canon dictates? Because her losing her memories won't matter if there's no one to worry or try to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inara Serra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves Claire, and loves Ben. That's a relationship that has been so good for her. And of course it's time to RUIN IT ALL. She has viral cardiomyopathy, which if you've seen Beaches, is what Barbara Hershey's character had. Very soon, Inara will collapse, need to be taken to the clinic, and the Firefly crew told that unless she gets a heart, this is it. But then Claire will give her some blood and fix her. So just a little bit of drama; a scary moment, before things are happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donna Noble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's content, happy in her relationship with Declan. I believe they'll be moving in together eventually, as they've been together now...a year? For Donna not to be anxious for marriage is a big step. She's enjoying Martin as a boss and planning Martha's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clair Huxtable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, but good. There's not much to do with her that isn't set either with Cliff, or a simple, random cafe post. She is teaching, she's enjoying it. But there doesn't seem to be much to actually do with her, which is always the danger of having a comedy pup - well, a mom of five who is content with having her husband to herself comedy pup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Regina Mills/The Evil Queen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I even start? She and Daniel are planning to get married in May, her mother is here and will probably ruin everything, and she can't figure out where she stands with Henry. she doesn't understand how forgiveness from Snow is happening so easily. She's trying so hard to not use magic, and everything is overwhelming if she stops to think about it. So, no secret that I ship Swan Queen, so I obviously enjoy her interactions with Emma, LOL. But I would like Regina to be tested somehow. Because her life will never be easy. Except a canon update for her at the end of this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clementine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be involved in a plot soon! Once the weather warms up, she'll also find that her treehouse has appeared in the park which all of her friends will be welcome in. She really could use a Lee in the village :) JUST SAYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michonne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly unnerved by Daryl being back, so she's keeping her distance. When she can't fight, she feels caged in. She may be canon updated at the end of this season, though she is in danger of going home. It's just hard for her to make friends. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juliet Burke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy in her relationship with Sam, and a little shocked that her son is turning two. I'd really like for some kind of LOST pup to come in, like Sun or Miles or Jin. Friends that won't complicate her life, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maggie Greene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally has a job, I JUST HAVE TO POST IT. She's taking over the farm and getting back to what she knows, what feels right. What seems like honouring her dad somehow. It still feels odd to her to not be fighting all the time, but she's trying to settle into life here. And life with Glenn, especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amy Pond&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily living life with her husband, enjoying that River is here, working on her book. Misses her Raggedy Doctor. She needs to get out and about soon, and could use more threads with Who peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura Roslin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really needs help in the bakery, and since there are no more people interested, NPCs will be working behind the counters with Leoben and in the kitchen. And in the mornings, she will no longer be there as she's taking over the school, so yay fun! She's wanted to get back into the school system somehow with Laila getting older (she'll be four in September!), and as a retired teacher, she's been missing it. She's been here nearly five years, so she's seen a lot of people come and go, but I'd like her to meet some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sophia Peletier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also involved in a plot soon! She's really confused about Daryl being in the village (which I failed super hard at getting a thread up for her and Daryl, my apologies.), but she has new friends, so she's happy! She needs to see the rest of the WD crew that isn't played by...me, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joan Holloway&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's quite smitten by Martin :) And she's content, happy to know that things are consistant right now. She likes taking pictures, and I'd love for her to have more threads with the people she's made connections with, like Castle and Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel Matheson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy with her quiet nights out with Archie :) She misses her kids fiercely, but that's been a constant ache for over ten years now. I'd love for her to meet more people but she's so painfully shy, lol. She's probably the most comfortable talking to Martha, Archie, and Lisbeth. But if I can get her past the awkward silences, she's not a horrible person to get to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pups I'd love to see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hershel Greene - The Walking Dead&lt;br /&gt;Carol Peletier - The Walking Dead (but I think she's coming still?)&lt;br /&gt;Henry Mills Sr. - Once Upon a Time (Regina needs her daddy now)&lt;br /&gt;Killain Jones/Captain Hook - Once Upon a Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of mine are open for plotting, so hit me up if you want :)</content>
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    <title>lovin' you [[closed to John]]</title>
    <published>2012-05-10T03:15:35Z</published>
    <updated>2012-05-10T03:15:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Erica's talk with Puck hasn't exactly inspired moving on. It was a back and forth, Erica not wanting to sound horrible and ungrateful when he was right. She has her baby. But she still has those three babies she can't stop thinking about. And then there are John's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows that they don't matter. But they &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;. They're John and Juliet's kids. She's felt like crap since it happened, since she found out about it all. And today she finally remembered her birthday and she feels worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of Maddie, she sighs heavily, lost in her own thoughts, talking to her softly as she's on the changing table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have a more put together mommy out there somewhere do you?"</content>
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    <title>after the celebration [closed to John]</title>
    <published>2012-04-08T15:28:30Z</published>
    <updated>2012-04-08T15:28:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">John and Erica, having been invited to a renewal of wedding vows at the beach, took the opportunity to have their first child-free date since Madeline was born. It's also the first time &lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhdogfhJy1qcns0vo1_500.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Erica's dressed up&lt;/a&gt; since having the baby, and she's just a little self-conscious about her middle. Especially after looking at Zoe in her wedding dress - it was inspiring to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony, she and John stay long enough to get in a drink, congratulations, and a dance. Shoes in hand, Erica leaves with him, holding onto his arm. "You know, our one year anniversary is in a couple months," she notes.</content>
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    <title>Activity chart</title>
    <published>2012-04-05T19:58:31Z</published>
    <updated>2012-11-03T03:55:48Z</updated>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="100" td="td" width="300" background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f9fb1d6a0b46a49868b850479778c29884bb7424b82e1fc59155d05001527013/P2WlxyVijxKvg29v98dQVEMdsf-ah7h00FyLQLNehsDS4x3GhsCrDEgpD0xkUE5-uw1WnSnfbwxCUlsBnB8-7AlX3i-YduOR6hhN:d1KFf1qbKvnqWONKepO_lg" style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="copperplate gothic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="https://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c228/x3xosarahxoxo/icons/luna_novemStock074.png" fetchpriority="high"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 2012  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entries and Logs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;None&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threads:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/4154415.html" target="_blank"&gt;Helping Dru with Abraham Lincoln&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/4163649.html" target="_blank"&gt;Meeting Danny Williams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/4175095.html" target="_blank"&gt;Family time at the McClane's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="100" td="td" width="300" background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f9fb1d6a0b46a49868b850479778c29884bb7424b82e1fc59155d05001527013/P2WlxyVijxKvg29v98dQVEMdsf-ah7h00FyLQLNehsDS4x3GhsCrDEgpD0xkUE5-uw1WnSnfbwxCUlsBnB8-7AlX3i-YduOR6hhN:d1KFf1qbKvnqWONKepO_lg" style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="copperplate gothic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="https://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo297/Oxicie/Seasonal%20Icons/Pumpkin.png" loading="lazy"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER 2012  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entries and Logs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/4195655.html" target="_blank"&gt;Picnic with John and Maddie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threads:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/4175095.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dealing with Puck leaving&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="100" td="td" width="300" background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f9fb1d6a0b46a49868b850479778c29884bb7424b82e1fc59155d05001527013/P2WlxyVijxKvg29v98dQVEMdsf-ah7h00FyLQLNehsDS4x3GhsCrDEgpD0xkUE5-uw1WnSnfbwxCUlsBnB8-7AlX3i-YduOR6hhN:d1KFf1qbKvnqWONKepO_lg" style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="copperplate gothic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="https://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d197/giants29/Thanksgiving%20icons/thanksgiving18byicons_inabottle.png" loading="lazy"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER 2011  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entries and Logs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3761561.html" target="_blank"&gt;Obsessing about Juliet and John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threads:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;None&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="900" height="150" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="5" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="100" td="td" width="300" background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/0ae980dbf56f32a6506bb83c3f41c6db6c8614e6223e5ef3228eacaf9baeea88/P2WlxyVijxKvg29v98dQVEMdsf-ah7h01hvWCaZagcnD-huals6oRxshUFRzTAN7pkUXgQ:JYHJXawkTUFxRE--5h5FYw" style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="copperplate gothic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="https://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn309/RockLeesLilShadow/Icons/christmas_007.jpg" loading="lazy"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER 2011  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entries and Logs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3785084.html" target="_blank"&gt;Nesting a little&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threads:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3767471.html" target="_blank"&gt;Erica and Margaret get pampered&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3776495.html" target="_blank"&gt;Talking to Puck about Beth and loss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3777008.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Holiday Ball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="100" td="td" width="300" background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/0ae980dbf56f32a6506bb83c3f41c6db6c8614e6223e5ef3228eacaf9baeea88/P2WlxyVijxKvg29v98dQVEMdsf-ah7h01hvWCaZagcnD-huals6oRxshUFRzTAN7pkUXgQ:JYHJXawkTUFxRE--5h5FYw" style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="copperplate gothic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="https://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e133/Geneticca/aviiik-1.jpg" loading="lazy"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;JANUARY 2012  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entries and Logs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3798423.html" target="_blank"&gt;Random fluff with Puck and John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3811381.html" target="_blank"&gt;Erica meets Hoban Washburne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3819325.html" target="_blank"&gt;Erica apologizes to Wash for pulling a gun on him.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threads:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;None&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="100" td="td" width="300" background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/0ae980dbf56f32a6506bb83c3f41c6db6c8614e6223e5ef3228eacaf9baeea88/P2WlxyVijxKvg29v98dQVEMdsf-ah7h01hvWCaZagcnD-huals6oRxshUFRzTAN7pkUXgQ:JYHJXawkTUFxRE--5h5FYw" style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="copperplate gothic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="https://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b45/niwawillow123/avatars/ththcddd1cc8.jpg" loading="lazy"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY 2012  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entries and Logs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3831518.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Superbowl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3835561.html" target="_blank"&gt;At the cafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3839928.html" target="_blank"&gt;Welcome to the world, Madeline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3851161.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cylon plot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threads:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3832712.html" target="_blank"&gt;Margaret and Erica throw themselves a baby shower&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3843456.html" target="_blank"&gt;Erca meets Lady Marian and her daughter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="900" height="150" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="5" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="100" td="td" width="300" background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cf0468e8f828f5308b703f05fab59f2fabb2ead51ba3c2dc5eb350c46d2466/P2WlxyVijxKvg29v98dQVEMdsf-ah7h01hvXCaZagcnD-huals6oRx4qC1N1SwN7pkUXgQ:KlNc0JTdzr6IxlYggok00A" style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="copperplate gothic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="https://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a242/cy0oti3_4zn/Random%20Icons/spring.jpg" loading="lazy"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;MARCH 2012  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entries and Logs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3870712.html" target="_blank"&gt;Halfway through maternity leave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3902392.html" target="_blank"&gt;Meeting Charles Xavier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threads:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;None&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="100" td="td" width="300" background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cf0468e8f828f5308b703f05fab59f2fabb2ead51ba3c2dc5eb350c46d2466/P2WlxyVijxKvg29v98dQVEMdsf-ah7h01hvXCaZagcnD-huals6oRx4qC1N1SwN7pkUXgQ:KlNc0JTdzr6IxlYggok00A" style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="copperplate gothic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="https://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/rosebud162534/Misc%20Icons/spring.png" loading="lazy"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;APRIL 2012  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entries and Logs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3933085.html" target="_blank"&gt;Discussing Juliet with John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threads:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3932813.html" target="_blank"&gt;Erica meets other moms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3941593.html" target="_blank"&gt;Helping John cope with family disappearing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="100" td="td" width="300" background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cf0468e8f828f5308b703f05fab59f2fabb2ead51ba3c2dc5eb350c46d2466/P2WlxyVijxKvg29v98dQVEMdsf-ah7h01hvXCaZagcnD-huals6oRx4qC1N1SwN7pkUXgQ:KlNc0JTdzr6IxlYggok00A" style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="copperplate gothic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="https://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b12/lil_sizzlin/months%20icons/may.jpg" loading="lazy"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;MAY 2012  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entries and Logs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3975720.html" target="_blank"&gt;Missing her AU kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threads:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3990867.html" target="_blank"&gt;Crawfish boil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3996201.html" target="_blank"&gt;Meeting Elle Woods&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3999991.html" target="_blank"&gt;A day with the family in the park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="900" height="150" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="5" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="100" td="td" width="300" background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f42334b2e609c051829b5896d1afaed9ab8bd2e8d4bfa23814b2975a336d0ba3/P2WlxyVijxKvg29v98dQVEMdsf-ah7h01kODQLdAwdTW_wjcnMapCVk1TkR4EwJ4u0NSmQLQZhQKTAVZzExtsUwfjDXS:nUCAbbGoldmkmETCTZt9aw" style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="copperplate gothic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="https://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b294/cherry_lotte/icon_summer.png" loading="lazy"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;JUNE 2012  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entries and Logs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/4038487.html" target="_blank"&gt;Erica starts running again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threads:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;None&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="100" td="td" width="300" background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f42334b2e609c051829b5896d1afaed9ab8bd2e8d4bfa23814b2975a336d0ba3/P2WlxyVijxKvg29v98dQVEMdsf-ah7h01kODQLdAwdTW_wjcnMapCVk1TkR4EwJ4u0NSmQLQZhQKTAVZzExtsUwfjDXS:nUCAbbGoldmkmETCTZt9aw" style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="copperplate gothic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="https://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm227/nana-g/summer-2.jpg" loading="lazy"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;JULY 2012  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entries and Logs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;None&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threads:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/4045733.html" target="_blank"&gt;Meeting Lisbeth Salander&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/4057820.html" target="_blank"&gt;Arguing with John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yippiekiyaymf.livejournal.com/9298.html" target="_blank"&gt;More arguing with John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/4091335.html" target="_blank"&gt;Meeting David Rossi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="100" td="td" width="300" background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f42334b2e609c051829b5896d1afaed9ab8bd2e8d4bfa23814b2975a336d0ba3/P2WlxyVijxKvg29v98dQVEMdsf-ah7h01kODQLdAwdTW_wjcnMapCVk1TkR4EwJ4u0NSmQLQZhQKTAVZzExtsUwfjDXS:nUCAbbGoldmkmETCTZt9aw" style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top; padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="copperplate gothic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="https://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj219/sdangelo237/summer-2-1.jpg" loading="lazy"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;AUGUST 2012  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entries and Logs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/4120503.html" target="_blank"&gt;Swimming with the kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threads:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/4121395.html" target="_blank"&gt;Talking with Lisbeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:12167</id>
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    <title>and baby makes three [[closed to John for H&amp;M]]</title>
    <published>2012-02-15T04:29:34Z</published>
    <updated>2012-02-15T04:29:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Erica only has to spend a day in the clinic with Madeline, her perfect, very strong lunged baby girl. Ten fingers, ten toes, a wonderful eater, and now Erica's in her own bed, sitting up against the headboard cradling an awake for the moment newborn. Madeline definitely has her father's hair for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying her out gently on her legs, Erica admires their daughter, a small smile on her face, watching her yawn. John's running the dogs, and Erica speaks to Maddie quietly. "Look at you, little girl. You're perfect."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:11986</id>
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    <title>an old fashioned brawl [[closed to John for H&amp;M]]</title>
    <published>2012-01-19T02:11:10Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-19T02:11:10Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Erica really isn't worrying. Not at all. The pacing she's doing isn't worrying. It's just that her husband is out breaking up a fight when she would really love to be there. Not fighting, of course. No. Not punch throwing. Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, she wanted to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing her belly, she sighs softly, looking at the clock and how late it is, knowing John's going to be irritated at the whole thing and she really shouldn't be disappointed that she isn't there. When she hears the key in the door, she moves as fast as she can to the bedroom so that he won't know she's been pacing and sits on the edge of the bed folding laundry, waiting for him to come to her.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:11585</id>
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    <title>5thcolumnfed @ 2011-12-31T10:14:00</title>
    <published>2011-12-31T16:14:12Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-31T16:14:12Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="0"&gt;(Continued from &lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3785084.html" target="_blank"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing softly as he kisses her, Erica raises her arms over her head so that he can pull her shirt off. Well, his shirt that is now stretched out. She tried to pick one that he didn't wear all the time, but enough to smell like him even when she washed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping her mouth to his neck, she nuzzles against his end of day stubble pressing kisses to the skin.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:11217</id>
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    <title>Continuation of AU.</title>
    <published>2011-12-13T19:45:21Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-13T19:45:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Erica's been working on a case for a long time. Suspected terrorist, American born, and she has a solid lead. This case has been long nights and not being home, and if she can just wrap it up, she'll take a few weeks off. But it has to be done first. It'll boost her career for sure - she's a young agent, and this is getting a lot of internal attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the raid on the man's home, Erica leads her team out, and they're all wearing protective gear, she's worried but not apprehensive about it. This is part of her job, and for the most part, she feels good about it. When it dissolves into chaos though, and the man who has her back is shot, she's completely open. There are more men in the house than they thought. Before she really takes in what's happening, she feels herself falling backward. Two shots have hit her in the side, where the vest she's wearing doesn't wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple hours later, Erica's boss and another agent pull up outside of the McClane household. Every cop knows that two other cops or agents showing up at the door is never good.</content>
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    <title>An AU.</title>
    <published>2011-11-06T01:41:12Z</published>
    <updated>2011-11-06T01:53:45Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Erica Murphy has had an entire lifetime of her parents completely stifling her. Where was she at all times, who was she with, ridiculous curfews, straight A's or else. Nuns that would tell her parents the first time she slipped up and talked out of turn or whispered during weekly mass. It did exactly what people on the outside looking in would expect it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she got to college, the first couple of months she really did act like her father was going to show up around a corner. Both of her parents were feds, it wouldn't be so unusual. But the first time her roommate got her to loosen up with some vodka, Erica didn't really look back. Especially with football season in full tilt. She went to more parties than she did classes, went home with guys, got nice and drunk. Her parents were paying for everything, so she didn't really care much where the money went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all of it though, she hasn't really made friends. No one to consistently hang out with, no one she can talk to. She keeps filling the voids up with guys to make out with and more parties. At one particular party though, she doesn't like the vibe of it all. She's used to the regular pot being passed around, but she's not comfortable with the crank, and she walks out of the frat house, stumbling, a little drunk. Bleary eyed, she finds her way to one of the boxes that will let her call for a campus security escort, so she does, then grabs her cigarettes out of her purse and leans against the post as she smokes, staying right under the light.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:10611</id>
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    <title>Wild wild west. [[closed to John for H&amp;M]]</title>
    <published>2011-11-01T01:42:39Z</published>
    <updated>2011-11-01T01:42:39Z</updated>
    <category term="halloween plot 2011"/>
    <category term="h&amp;amp;m"/>
    <category term="john mcclane"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="0"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3713326.html?thread=276962862#t276962862" target="_blank"&gt;Continued from here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica makes her way back to the bedroom, and because she doesn't know about all of these glowing lights, she finds the candles and matches, and lights all of them she can find, then flips that switch so that only the glow of the candles is in the room. It's like home, and it's much, much better for her. Some things she loves - the shower, that's amazing. And the way John looked at her when the garments hugged her body. The pictures, especially showing the baby inside of her. But other things she doesn't want to worry with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing into the bed, she can't help but breathe out. "Oh my God, this is damn near the best bed..." There are so many pillows that she lets herself sink down into them, hair spread out around her head.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:10309</id>
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    <title>Climbing out of the sickness [[closed to John for H&amp;M]]</title>
    <published>2011-10-27T23:00:37Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-27T23:00:37Z</updated>
    <category term="h&amp;amp;m"/>
    <category term="john mcclane"/>
    <content type="html">After three days of lying in bed and suffering from whatever cold virus she had, Erica's finally up, looking more like a human being than she has since last Friday. Taking a long shower, she actually feels good after, and while she does toy with the idea of going in to work, she decides the glares from John wouldn't be worth it. She knows when she's bested in the 'stay home until you're 100%' department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while Aibileen is out with Angel and Puck is still at school, Erica washes the sheets, does laundry, puts fresh towels in the bathroom and gets rid of the over all must that set in while she was sick. The blinds get opened, and she winds up cleaning everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everyone's home from afternoon activities, Erica lets Aibileen go home and hangs out with Angel before she asks to go to Laura and Joslire's to play. An invitation to dinner and sleepover arrangement later, Erica's back in the apartment with no Puck, and waiting for John to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rifling through the fridge, she puts a hand on her stomach, trying to decide what &lt;strike&gt;she&lt;/strike&gt; the Ovenbun wants for dinner. Settling on porkchops, she goes crazy with it, doing white gravy and rice with sugar and butter. Completely unhealthy and completely what she needs as she finishes the road to recovery.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:10045</id>
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    <title>Shopping, talking, and things. [[closed to John]]</title>
    <published>2011-10-13T02:20:40Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-13T12:39:29Z</updated>
    <category term="h&amp;amp;m"/>
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    <content type="html">Erica's not sure how John wanted to spend their evening after dinner, but they're currently shopping at one of the stores that seems to have opened recently catering to baby needs. It seemed the village realized there was a baby boom, and was compensating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's glad she's showing now, affirming that something is happening, and she's wearing a shirt that's sky blue, a little tight. And she's feeling sexy, her hair lightening a little now, a little longer and falling down her back. Walking into the store with him, she gravitates toward the children's clothing, even though she knows they should keep it neutral. But she holds up a little outfit with a grin, &lt;a href="http://www.gymboree.com/shop/prod_close_up_zoom.jsp?prodview=REGULAR" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;draping it over her chest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Ovebun's not a girl, we'll donate this to one of the ladies, one of them is bound to have a baby girl, but I really want this."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:9911</id>
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    <title>the balcony. [[closed to John for H&amp;M]]</title>
    <published>2011-10-08T04:03:24Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-08T04:03:24Z</updated>
    <category term="h&amp;amp;m"/>
    <category term="john mcclane"/>
    <content type="html">Erica's wearing John's sweater already, and has a hoodie for him. She's outside on the balcony, sitting on a blanket she's laid out, leaning against a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been thoughtful lately, and as she looks up at the sky, she rubs her belly idly, wondering about going home, about plucking people out of their lives just so that she can have her life with John. Whether it's Kyle or Kerai or someone from John's world. She's been thinking about her talk with Puck too, specifically the parts about realizing what puts things into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some things she just didn't have time to think about. But now she's thinking more about the things that happened in her world. About kissing Joe. Sleeping with Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers her that the latter is another reason why she doesn't want to go back to her world.  She's lost in her thoughts, wrapping the spare blanket around her shoulders and waiting for John.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:9619</id>
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    <title>Aftermath [closed to John, H&amp;M]</title>
    <published>2011-09-30T03:04:13Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-30T16:30:55Z</updated>
    <category term="die hard plot"/>
    <category term="h&amp;amp;m"/>
    <category term="john mcclane"/>
    <content type="html">The entire way back to the hotel, Erica's asking if everyone's okay, if anyone else got hurt. Every time John reassures her, she nods, goes quiet, then thinks about something else to obsess over. Anything so that she doesn't have to think about herself any time in the immediate future. Her arms are aching from being tied behind her body, her wrists are red and tender, one side of her face is bruising nicely, and she just wants to burrow somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she looks at John, and she knows that look on his face, she knows he's blaming himself even though there's no way, no way in hell, he could have known that this was going to happen, any of it. When they get home, she closes their door and looks up at John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This isn't your fault, John. He knew he had nothing to lose the minute he got here and realized you were here too."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:9320</id>
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    <title>the getaway. [[Private to John McClane for H&amp;M]]</title>
    <published>2011-09-21T14:02:05Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-21T14:02:05Z</updated>
    <category term="h&amp;amp;m"/>
    <category term="john mcclane"/>
    <content type="html">Erica likes to try and surprise John when she can. They both work a lot, and when they're home, they're &lt;i&gt;home&lt;/i&gt; spending time with Puck and Angel, playing with the puppies. And she loves it - Erica absolutely loves it. But every couple needs uninterrupted time alone, and that's what she's going for tonight. She knows he's working late, and that's fine. They both have their late shifts. It gives her time anyway, to put together her plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She figures, first off, that while she still can, and while the weather isn't too cool, &lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkuk4lUihs1qco09eo1_500.png" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;she better wear a sexy little dress&lt;/a&gt; she bought. It's only a little snug now, just enough to hug her hips and ass in a &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; way. The dress is paired with heels to make her as tall as John. She's strung up white lights on their boat, along the sail and the sides, and put a small table and two chairs on the deck. At home she made a steak dinner for two and brought it all with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she waits on John, she stands at the bow, dark hair long and moving just slightly with the wind.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:9194</id>
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    <title>suds and stuff [[closed to John for H&amp;M]]</title>
    <published>2011-08-13T00:26:18Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-13T00:39:02Z</updated>
    <category term="smut"/>
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    <category term="john mcclane"/>
    <content type="html">Erica loves feeling like this. Like nothing is ever going to be wrong, and she can forget that she's in a village sometimes that likes to fuck with everyone. All that matters on nights like these are her and John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting the candles in the bathroom, she brings her iPod and a mini-docking station in, too. She brings up a play list simply called 'John', then runs bathwater, adding bubbles on a whim before tugging off her shirt and sinking down into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing a leg up, she bends her knee and feels across her calf, making sure that things are acceptably smooth before doing the same to the other leg.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:8907</id>
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    <title>What's a picture worth? [[closed to John for H&amp;M; forward dated to Saturday]]</title>
    <published>2011-08-04T02:33:49Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-04T02:33:49Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">It's taken a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; to keep a secret from John. Especially one like the pictures. But she knows if she waits and goes through with her plan as scheduled, it'll be worth it in the end. So, she seals up all of the pictures in a manila envelope and marks it 'FOR THE CHIEF'S EYES ONLY - CONFIDENTIAL'. Then she puts it in the desk drawer where he keeps his spare jogging clothes. All that she has to do now is wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to her word, she does his paperwork while he's leading his first meeting. She's told him already that they're going to the holosuite tonight and, to have some privacy away from the new five year old. She hasn't told him what the holosuite will be yet, but she's positive he won't care much once he sees the pictures. Not until later in the evening, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very last picture is the one of her with the handcuffs, and she's written on it in black sharpie: 'Bring yours'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll get it.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:8539</id>
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    <title>a little alone time [[closed to John for H&amp;M, backdated to Saturday night.]]</title>
    <published>2011-07-25T22:43:45Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-25T22:43:45Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Erica is going to go right ahead and blame hormones for her overwhelming want to stop everything and let John hold her. Not that John may have other things happening. Or may be busy. She manages to stave off the urge to message him, and even manages to keep it to a few kisses through dinner. But when Puck says he won't be in for the evening, and John gets the puppies ready for a walk, Erica sets a plan into motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting the candles in the living room, she turns down the overhead lights as low as they'll go. Then, she turns on low, soft music. Suitable for Y dancing. And finally, she changes into John's favorite outfit on her - his shirt and nothing else. Going into the kitchen, she starts washing their few dishes from dinner, waiting on him to come back with two worn out dogs.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:8392</id>
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    <title>Convalescing [closed to John for H&amp;M]</title>
    <published>2011-07-18T00:47:13Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-18T00:47:13Z</updated>
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    <category term="john mcclane"/>
    <content type="html">The only thing that Erica wants to do is sleep. Forever. She has no idea how long she has been out, or what's going on outside. But every time she wakes up she's aware of only two things: Her head is killing her, and John's not there. And if John's not there, that means it's still hellish outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point she wakes up and glances out of the window, and there's sun. And the fact that there's sunlight makes her relax so completely that she falls asleep again, knowing that John will be here soon now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet knows it too, and before she collapses, she gets a bed in next to Erica's for John, so that he can sleep.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:7990</id>
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    <title>...and back again [[closed to John for H&amp;M]]</title>
    <published>2011-07-13T20:54:59Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-13T20:54:59Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Erica isn't sure how she's supposed to be feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a part of her that's ecstatic, thrilled, happy beyond anything she's ever felt before. And there's a part of her that's uneasy. The knot in her stomach getting tighter and tighter, knowing that she has Tyler back but she'll lose him again. She knows that happy should over-ride anger at the village, but the two emotions are at war, and that's translating into her not saying anything. It's a little eerie knowing that he's right down the hall sleeping when he was dead &lt;i&gt;hours&lt;/i&gt; ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes about her nightly routine: washes her face, brushes her hair, teeth, moisturizer, lotion, checking the progress of her stomach (Babywatch, she called it one night). Then Erica just sits on the edge of the bed, a pensive look on her face as she tries to figure out the evening.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:7781</id>
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    <title>late to the aftermath party {closed to john}</title>
    <published>2011-07-01T01:24:20Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-01T01:24:20Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">There's a lot to get done in the next two days before the wedding. Tomorrow is a day out with the girls, and the day after that is the wedding. And even though she should be moving her things, she's decided that if she doesn't stop to relax she'll go crazy before she can say 'I do'. She has no idea what John's doing tonight. She knows there's probably paperwork at the station and that's in all likelihood where he is. But she's currently on the floor of her bare living room, a pizza box, beer, and bread sticks in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something on the t.v.; the science channel and a program about the science of the bible, but she's not really paying attention. She's working on her second slice of pepperoni pizza and thinking about what she should bring on the honeymoon that has no hints.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:7520</id>
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    <title>die hard (closed to John)</title>
    <published>2011-06-25T21:59:47Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-25T21:59:47Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">When Erica went to the movie store to look for old black and whites to watch with John, her eyes were drawn to the action section. She doesn't normally get into that, she has enough action in her own damn life. But it's almost as if every time she turns around a shelf, the same collection of movies are staring at her. And finally she stops to actually look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's face is staring right back at her and she picks it up, staring at the movie case. &lt;i&gt;Die Hard&lt;/i&gt;. And there were three others toting the name of John McClane on the back. She gets all four and goes home, starting the first one and watching until the evening when the last one ends. She's left staring at the DVD 'insert disc' screen, blue lighting up the otherwise dark room. She'd had no idea that the things he'd done, that what he'd been through was enough to prompt a movie. That he'd done...any of those things. She starts mentally going over the scars she loves on him. Now she knows, at least, how he got the one on his shoulder. The bullet wound in his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants him to come home, soon, and she chews on the inside of her cheek as she puts away the movies and orders room service so that it will get there approximately the same time John's getting home.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:7263</id>
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    <title>hair of another color - Private for John</title>
    <published>2011-06-21T21:46:24Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-21T21:46:24Z</updated>
    <category term="h&amp;amp;m"/>
    <category term="john mcclane"/>
    <content type="html">Today, for the first time since she arrived back in the village, Erica gets out of bed without some kind of prompting. She eats and showers, then stands and looks at herself, hair dripping, long and wet. And she has an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bothering to style her hair or put on makeup, she tosses on jeans and a t-shirt quickly and goes to the store. She's gone for about ten minutes and when she gets back, it's with a dark brown hair dye in tow. She needs a change. She needs to see something &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt; when she looks in the mirror. Something other than the sad eyed woman staring back at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she finishes coloring her hair, it's a deep brown, and she dries it, satisfied with the outcome. She didn't even stop to think on whether or not John would hate it or love it. She just needed it to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day she feels okay. Not good, not exactly perky. But not breaking down into tears and drinking. She feels good enough to finish up in the bathroom and start dinner for she and John. Nothing fancy, just pork chops and gravy with rice. But still. It will be the first time he hasn't come home to her crying in bed.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:6744</id>
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    <title>Squab Squad - unite! (closed to Erica, Margaret, Juliet and Laura)</title>
    <published>2011-06-10T21:52:20Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-10T21:52:20Z</updated>
    <category term="squab squad"/>
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    <content type="html">Erica is a little but not fully surprised when three women show up at her door to take her out the afternoon before her wedding. And really, Erica couldn't even begin to hide her excitement if she tried. She hasn't been out with 'just the girls' in a long time, and never all of these ladies. There are no kids, just the adults as plans are made to first get their hair done (Erica was going to dye it herself, but. Well.), then get massages, pedicures, and manicures before having an earlyish dinner together. No one could be out too late - kids and all. Even Erica, who needed to check on Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now though, as they all four sit while their nails are getting done, Laura can't help but quip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe someone had to get married before we all sat around to get pampered. Remind me to make friends with the next woman who gets engaged."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:5thcolumnfed:6430</id>
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    <title>for john</title>
    <published>2011-06-03T02:41:56Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-03T02:41:56Z</updated>
    <category term="smut"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearts-andminds.livejournal.com/3532549.html?thread=264802565#t264802565" target="_blank"&gt;continued from here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica kind of likes this, the water beating down on her back as she kisses him, her legs wrapped around him. Lazily she rocks against him, her mouth dropping down to his neck to lick and suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you'll be just as happy with this as you would have been before I completely lost it," she says with a little chuckle against his skin.</content>
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