Because I felt like you all needed some (but not much) explaination, and felt like you needed some (but... well, okay, a lot) of added confusion, that's why. This was part of the reason I wanted to do the third season, with the other parts coming as we go along. It only gets better from here, trust me.

The language warning remains in effect for this episode, this season, and in fact the rest of the series, so if you can't stand icky, nasty words, I suggest you turn back now. Legacy's on HBO now, so we can say whatever we want. We being me. I... You know what I mean... we mean... Damn it!

The names for the 'actors' I used in this one were based loosely on the people I thought would play them in real life. Anne is already close to Andrea, so I changed her a bit, and Jacob is Jacob, so that's alright. Mikhai is a guy in my calculus class who looks like Casher in everything but the hair color. Basically it's me giving the nod to the characters' inspirations.

And finally, this is the Browncoats' biggest wet dream. To have another series on the air, another chance to keep flyin'...

Joss Whedon, Mark Sheppard, and The Other Guy (who is me) are all their own damn property, so I guess I'm just stealing them. Legacy is my dream, so I own that.

Language is naughty in here sometimes, so watch your virgin eyes.

Feedback is love. Love me.

Mind Fields

The screaming of the alarm clock was enough to get him rolling over, tumbling him out of quite pleasant dreams about spending time in exotic locals with past and present romances. A hearty swat shut the clock up, but it was too late; he was awake now, and that wasn't going to change.

"Early mornings..." Justin growled, rolling over to try to lever himself out of bed. He couldn't though, since Amy was in the way. "You have to get up too, you know?"

"Don't see why?" his wife replied. "It's not like I've got anything to shoot at the crack of crowpiss, and it'll take an hour to put on my belly anyway..."

Justin frowned for a moment, then upended the covers, d