I'm drowning in squee here, and loving every minute :) Oddly, I now feel the need to write one of the middle stories from "The Watching Years" that I've had in my brain for a while. I'm not arguing with the impulse, it's just...odd...that it's chosen such a random story. [/ramble]

I think it's that that's making me happiest though - this is a Jack I can still write!