Note to universe:

[sli]

*ahem*

Having one of my favorite authors in the whole wide world write, to my request, a time-stamp follow-up to this Nero Wolfe/Archie Goodwin AU makes me happy in a big way. Big like colossal, immense, tremendous, extensive, king-sized, Nero Wolfe-sized. Big like clapping my hands and laughing to myself while walking down the street days later and possibly for years to come, because, hey! Parhelion wrote me a story! (Utterly unsurprisingly, but entirely pleasingly, it kicks ass.)

P.S. Good work there, universe. I am being very responsible and aware of the limitations of my apartment when I do not now ask for a pony. Just in case. (Also, I know my tastes and can say with confidence that I would be beyond pissed if I ended up with a stupid whimsical pony instead of, say, more stories from favorite authors.)

P.P.S. Ohmyfuckinggodstoryyay.

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I did not even know I wanted this until you linked to it. Now I'm scared to click for fear of being lost in the yay. Help me, Sli!

[sli]

I'm not sure Iron House is the place to start reading, what with the AU-ness and all, but there's always this. Or this. Or, hell, ANYWHERE. And, Q! Original fic of awesome. (I like her stuff a lot.)

Um, er, yeah. *ties a string to your ankle so you'll always be findable* *shoves you bodily towards the yay*

(Knee good? *kisses the knee*)