(or, where my HL Muses went for most of Spring 2000)
By Raine Wynd

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"Tahiti? Whaddya mean, Tahiti?" Ray Kowalski demanded as he spoke into the phone on his desk. "You went to Tahiti with that hot-looking blonde chick you said wasn't your girlfriend and didn't let me know?"

"I knew," Fraser remarked from his position in the 'guest' chair beside Ray's desk.

"Oh, great, you told Fraser, but you didn't tell me," Ray continued, throwing his free hand up in the air and acting as if, had the phone been a cordless one, he would be pacing. "Guess I know who your friends are, Wolfe."

"Hey, don't blame me for all the trouble you're having," Nick Wolfe drawled. "It's a leap year. Strange things are bound to happen, especially when there's new people on a fanfic writing list and everyone's busy."

Ray snorted. "So speaks the Immortal with only five people, max, writing about him."

"Can I help it if my canon existence was killed after only one season?"

Suddenly, Ray heard a slight commotion on the other end of the line. "Gimme that," he heard a female voice say exasperatedly. "Don't listen to him, Ray. He's just jealous. Me, I'm used to being ignored by fanfic writers, except when they need an Immortal thief."

"So? You probably aren't dangling from some cliff somewhere up in B.F.E., waiting to see what happens next to you."

"Wanna bet?" came the dry reply. "Just because it's not posted yet doesn't mean I'm not seconds away from some kind of disaster."

"Uh huh, sure, Amanda," Ray said disbelievingly, and hung up the line. "The only thing worse than trying to argue with an Immortal is red Jell-O. Have you seen that stuff, Fraser? It's sick."

"Red Jell-O, Ray?"

Ray looked at him. "Don't tell me you've never eaten red Jell-O, Fraser."

"Actually...."

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