Title: Ponderings of a Fictional Character
Author: Heather M.
Email: [email protected]
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Universe: OW
Rating/Warnings: None
Summary: Written on the occasion of the Dunne�s Darlin�s 7th Anniversary, this is not so much a fic as the thoughts of a fictional character if he were self-aware.
JD pulled up on the reins and Milagro came to a halt. Sitting tall in the saddle JD looked down onto the homestead from atop the hill. He loved the view from here. Nettie�s house, the barn, the coral and the little house a few hundred yards from Nettie�s, that he and Casey called home.
He thought back to the building of their little house. A wedding gift from the other six and the town�s people when the Sheriff and his girl had decided to get hitched. After they were married Casey would still work the farm. It would go the Casey when Nettie passed on so it made sense that they live on the farm once they were married. The separate house meant they would have the privacy all young marrieds needed.
Now Nettie was talking about trading houses. She claimed she couldn�t keep up with the bigger house anymore and with another baby on the way JD and Casey�s little house would be bursting at the seams. Another baby, tears sprang to his eyes as they always did when he thought of their children. Their first child, a girl they had named Grace, had died and it had torn him and Casey apart. It was only the love and support of their friends and family that had helped them weather the tragedy. After that nothing else would ever some between them again.
He, unlike that others, had looked upon being Sheriff as a job for life. Toward the turn of the century the territory would become organized and he would be named Marshal of a large part of it. Chris a long with Mary, Ezra and Buck would move on. Returning for regular visits. Vin, Nathan, and Josiah would make their homes here and would come out of retirement when he needed them.
This was Heather M.�s world for him, much of it still to be written.
The writers all had them. Ideas for the seven. their lives, stories, adventures, stories, tragedies, comedies abounded. Phyllis, Ruby, Karin, Beth, Linda, Helen, Cindy, Sue, Patricia, Tammy, Mari, Penny and May, Nancy, Carol, Karol, Bunny, Angie, Beth, Helen, Becky, and more so many more, dozens of authors that had kept him and the other six alive still, years after the series had ended.
Their lives were many and varied. Old West, ATF, Little Britches, Runaways, The Ranch, Haven, Regents, Dungeons and Dragons, Star Trek, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Seven Investigations, Seven Brothers, Royal Navy Lifeboat Institution, World War II, Crossovers, multi universes, split universes, the list goes on. There were almost as many existences as there were authors.
Andy had had to move on. Unlike a fictional character, an actor was limited by the job and the job had ended. Since then Andy had fought and died in the American Civil and Second World wars; he�d had a short stint as a teen singing sensation; he�d tangled with a ghostly ancestor; lived in New York where he�d fallen in love with Carmen Electra; and been on the wrong side of the law as a police officer. It had kept Andy in front of his fans but compared to JD Dunne it all seemed to be pretty tame stuff.
His adventures seemed limitless. Shot, beaten, drowned, kidnapped, saving himself, saving one of the others, fighting bandits, arms dealers, Klingons, dragons, always side by side helping and sometimes hurting one another. Literally any time, any place, any age. This was his life now.
He wished Andy well for it had been Andy who had given him his first life as the green horn easterner who had come west looking for adventure. It had been Andy�s talent that had sparked the imaginations of the writers who still kept him alive seven years later.
He spurred his horse forward. He best get on home to Casey and supper. Today was the seventh anniversary and given that seven was such a significant number in their lives he expected there would be quite the celebration tonight. Then he would go back to being stabbed, lost in space, using his psychometric abilities and six years old the next day.
There was no life like it!
A special nod to Stefanie was in order for she had started the gathering that had kept him in the hearts and minds of the fans. So too had so many other list moms, for not only him but the other six as well. It was to these women that they all owed their continued existence.
Long may we all ride.
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