itsallovernow | Orders from above

Would someone mind sending a signal to my brain telling it that now that I've really got some of the plot hopping in the NIP (to the point where it's almost evolving organically and kinda sorta making sense), that I have no room or time to write another Mitchell/Vala drabble around the "Telling her what to do" concept, because. Well, really! Does that even need a because! (And never mind that it's already writing itself in my head complete with full scenes and sentences, and him knowing that his ability to get her to do what he wants in non-crisis non-work is sort of key to her doing what he wants in work and that realization in his head that she doesn't separate the two, she just separates her choices. Arghh.)

Sigh.

crankygrrl and I were talking yesterday about coping strategies when real life is being a bitch, and my strategy has always been frantic, frenetic output as avoidance strategy. So, at least I know why the fic is jumping up and down in my brain, trying to bully the NIP out of the way, and why the NIP is all sneaky and snarky, saying, "Fuck you, I at least present potential income. Some day. Maybe. In the future. The distant future. Maybe."