Shelter Me Chapter One Part Two

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Shelter Me: Chapter 1 Part 2
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Universe: Shelter
Pairing: Zach and Shaun
Genre: Canon
Disclaimer: The characters you recognize are property of Jonah Markowitz.  All OC’s are mine.
Feedback: Yes please!  Your comments keep me motivated to write!
Summary:  Canon based after the story.  Zach and Cody live with Shaun in LA, while Zach attends Cal Arts and Shaun works on his book.  This story follows them during their “sweet life”, as Jack Twist would say.

Prologue: http://shopinchickcas.livejournal.com/8955.html
Chapter One Part One: http://shopinchickcas.livejournal.com/9896.html

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Chapter One Part Two: http://shopinchickcas.livejournal.com/10368.html

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Fic - 878 words of Future Fic

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TITLE: Time Passes
AUTHOR: Den / raynedanser
RATING: PG
Word Count: 878
SUMMARY: What happens when Cody is nearly grown and Jeanne comes to see him?
SPOILERS: Not really.
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A/N: Many thanks to my wife, bellamyrose, for the quick n' dirty last minute beta. *smooches* Love you baby.
A/N #2: Perhaps it needs mentioning that this isn't my usual happy go lucky fic? ;-)

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The door snicked shut behind him and Cody dropped his backpack and keys onto the table in the hall. Alberta had been there today. Though the apartment was always kept neat, today the deep, rich wood gleamed extra bright. He kicked off his shoes into the corner and walked slowly down the hall to the living room. There, he came to an abrupt stop.

Usually his Uncle Zach was in the large, brightly lit living room sketching. Or at the very least, he would be out on the patio. Today, he was no where to be found and neither was Shaun. No. Instead, his mother, a woman he hadn't seen or spoken to in the last five years, sat on the leather sofa. She stubbed out a cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table in front of her and stood nervously, wiping the palms of her hands on her faded jeans.

Time had not been kind to her and wrinkles had set in around her eyes, her hair was limp and lifeless. She looked like she had been beaten down by life as she tiredly sat back down.

“Cody,” she said quietly.

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