Gena/Finn
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subject: :$
Oh god, that was the fauxhawk stage wasn’t it?
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 1:23 PM
subject: XD
yeah, you were a walking boy band.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 1:24 PM
subject: <:-|
I seriously thought of you when they gave me that haircut. And the one in UB season two.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 1:25 PM
subject: XD XD XD
don’t even talk about that i’m laughing too hard to type.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 1:27 PM
subject: ;)
I seriously looked at myself in the mirror and was like...This is exactly the kind of thing Gena would lose her shit over.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 1:28 PM
subject: :-O
I kind of can’t believe you still think about me. God i’m being such a loser right now. Omg jake thinks about me! I can’t believe myself.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 1:34 PM
subject: :-/
Did they even invite you to that reunion?
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 1:40 PM
subject: :p
louis left a message. i never answered and they never followed up.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 1:58 PM
subject: :(
Hey, Gena, do you hate me?
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 2:04 PM
subject: RE: :(
hey, what?? did you miss the part where i just paid twenty thousand dollars to stand in a crowd of sweaty girls screaming your name?
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 2:10 PM
subject: RE: :(
I did that reunion without you. And I never came and found you.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 2:15 PM
subject: RE: :(
didn’t want to be found. we moved away, i got stuffed with meds and shipped off to boarding school. fresh new start and all that, everyone gets to wash their hands of it.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 2:22 PM
subject: RE: :(
Maybe if I’d done a better job it wouldn’t have gotten that bad and you could have stayed.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 2:24 PM
subject: RE: :(
a better job at what?
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 2:24 PM
subject: RE: :(
Taking care of you. You know. Little sister.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 2:29 PM
subject: :)
ughhh don’t get all sad, I can like FEEL you doing that look you did when tyler was telling you how he got beat up in prison.
it doesn’t work that way. it’s a chemical thing. it’s bigger than us.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 2:38 PM
subject: RE: :)
I told myself you didn’t watch the show. The new one.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 2:39 PM
subject: RE: :)
Why?
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 2:46 PM
subject: (no subject)
I didn’t want to think of you having to look at me.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 2:52 PM
subject: RE: (no subject)
Fuck, Zack.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 2:55 PM
subject: RE: (no subject)
You were miserable. Even if I didn’t get what that meant and why you were seeing whatever it was you were seeing, I should have done something to make you less miserable.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 2:59 PM
subject: :p
seeing fire, mostly. and you were a kid. And you made me glitter glue cards.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 3:04 PM
subject: RE: :p
Right, and childhood means blissful innocence.
I should have stepped up.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 3:08 PM
subject: RE: :p
i love your show.
i love seeing you.
i love the stupid fucking plots, what are you guys even doing half the time.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 3:12 PM
subject: RE: :p
One of the writers is getting fired next season. Shhh.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 3:13 PM
subject: RE: :p
god, i miss on-set gossip like crack.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 3:16 PM
subject: RE: :p
How’s Naomi and Seth?
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 3:18 PM
subject: RE: :p
currently hiking some west african trails.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 3:19 PM
subject: RE: :p
Sounds like them.
So they never pushed you into doing anything else?
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 3:21 PM
subject: haha
my shrink would have killed them.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 3:23 PM
subject: >:)
Probably shrinks should kill all showbiz parents.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 3:25 PM
subject: *O/*
ha, i was just telling my best friend how i’m essentially majoring in that. Starting college in the fall.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 3:26 PM
subject: :D
NICE. Excited?
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 3:27 PM
subject: :DDDDD
Ridiculously.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 3:29 PM
subject: o/o
So you really are out.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 3:30 PM
subject: RE: o/o
Really really.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 3:33 PM
subject: :D
You don’t ever miss it? Fucking happy for you, Genevieve.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 3:39 PM
subject: RE: :D
you know what i wish? And it’s dumb as shit.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 3:42 PM
subject: >;)
Is it an autograph because I can make that happen.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 3:44 PM
subject: ○_○
dick.
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 3:45 PM
subject: RE: ○_○
Tell me.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Zack Martocchio
date: Thursday, July 17 3:51 PM
subject: :p
that i could act every once in a while without being an ACTOR. like there’d somehow be a way for me to go back and do something without looking like some desperate washed-up child star. sometimes i have to fight the urge to audition for a fucking paper towel commercial or go play a baby-murderer in a law and order episode.
i want to show everyone that i can do it without going crazy and pulling fire alarms or whatever.
really i wish i’d done the fucking reunion show.
from: Genevieve Goldman
to: Finn Bartlett
date: Thursday, July 17 3:59 PM
subject: FW: :p
This might be the most horrible suggestion in the world, and I would understand if you wanted to get on a plane and come punch me, but...fuck it, you know?
from: Zack Martocchio
to: Genevieve Goldman
date: Thursday, July 17 3:58 PM
subject: RE: :p
How about just one episode?
Back From the Dead
(with fic!)
Jesus mephitis mephitis that was a long absence. SORRY INTERNET. I’m alive. Hopefully I’ve not been forgotten?
I’m off to college in a few weeks, and I have some other stuff going on out in meatspace as well, but my big news of the summer was that I got to go to Chicago Con!! It was phenomenal beyond all reason. The boys were as charming and eloquent as always and the writers got me so fucking excited about next season.
EXCITED ENOUGH TO WRITE A FANTASY SEASON 4 PREMIERE FIC, you may ask?
YES, I may answer! At least a smidgen of one. So YES, I may WHISPER.
Title: Marzipan and Metal Cans
Author: _EvenIf
Word Count: 463
Summary: Remember that one time we got to see them shop for supplies? That was nice. Let’s do that again.
Pairing: none, you know what journal you’re on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing besides my little conference badge.
Author’s Note: Go easy on me, it’s been a tough couple of weeks. Almost out of here. Eve to College, come in, College. College, do you read me?
Jake’s on his hands and knees like a damn child, half of him sticking out of a box like it’s fucking Christmas morning and Tyler bought him a Red Rider BB gun. “There’s nothing in here.”
“Well there’s about eight hundred things out here, so stop embarrassing us.” Tyler picks up a decimated flare gun from the 80% OFF table. What the hell were normal people doing with this flare gun? He’s struck again by the fact that he has virtually no idea what normal people do. It’s been too long.
Jake emerges with a streak of dust on his cheek and something tiny raised triumphantly over his head.
“The hell is that?”
“Tonka truck.”
&n
bsp; “You’re shitting me.”
Jake throws it at him. “Zippo.”
“Oh, man.” Tyler flicks the wheel with his thumb, watches the flame glow, disappear, glow again.
“My dad had one just like that,” Jake says, like it’s nothing, like it’s no big deal.
Tyler waits for him because maybe this time he’ll really talk about what happened the night Alan Henry sunk under the water and never came back. But Jake doesn’t say anything more. So Tyler says, “You think we could rehabilitate this thing?”
“Why?”
For setting baddies on fire, numbskull. “For waking you up when you’re snoring. KaPOW.”
“You’re never gonna let that go, are you? I was sick. It was either snore or suffocate.”
“And you chose the one that keeps you around to piss me off for the rest of my life.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
“Most days.” He grabs Jake by the shoulder and pulls him off the ground. “You want to hit on the housewife while we’re here?”
Jake cranes his neck around Tyler’s shoulder to check out the harried little blonde restocking the table. Yeah, Tyler knows his type. “Yes.”
“Get on it, kiddo. I’m gonna check out the bullet situation.”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure there’s a ton on sale here.”
“Need a new jacket?”
“Yes please.”
“I’ll grab one.”
Jake goes over to embarrass himself hitting on a woman in front of her husband (Tyler needed to torture him a bit; it was getting a little sentimental back there) and Tyler leafs through the hunting jackets that will probably never see the outside of an RV. He plays with the lighter while he works, rubbing the wheel back and forth and turning it over and over in his hand.
It’s during one of those turns that he sees the initials carved roughly into the bottom, by someone dumb and reckless enough to risk breaking a knife getting them in there (someone dumb and reckless enough to drown while his baby watched).