my love, she keeps me warm

I don't consider a story well done or characters drawn well until I can imagine them in Alternate Universes. Let me just say that, and that those Alternate Universes sometimes include their possible futures, but sometimes are just them in new situations. And sometimes those become actual stories.

The other day for example, it occurred to me that Tim and Nathaniel really should be set back in the day, and that they should be a werewolf arranged marriage story. Except that *is* kind of what they are.

Then I read a review of A Boy and His Dragon that asked for Arthur and Bertie's future, and as much as I spin stories of their magical egg (oh yes, that egg needs to get written) and Arthur meeting Bertie's parents, I can't help but think of Bertie and Arthur encountering each other, again, way back in the day. Peasant!Arthur meets fearsome beast!Bertie, and how an earlier version of them would have, er, combusted together much sooner.

I've written or talked about at least two AUs of Charlie and Will. No, wait, three. At least three. It's a problem I have. Especially when I'm not writing and I just keep imagining all these possibilities.

We won't even go into My Man Godric and the futurefic, how I've debated tragedy versus sublimely happy endings a million times. Really for all of them, but especially for Bertie and Godric. There is something delicious and yet reassuring about imagining their pain and then relieving it. (Oh god, what does that say about me?)

I don't know where I am going with this. Except when you guys ask for sequels it kind of chokes me up. Because it's sweet and yet you have no idea. ...

I need an emoticon for a wobbly smile. Because you guys. You guys. :)