Baby-Sitters Club Fanfiction

BSC graduation round robin project

Sat, 05 Apr 2008 18:34:13 GMT

I've been working with nine other writers over the past few months to put together a round robin fic about the BSC members' memorable high school moments. See the finished product here:

Part 1: http://community.livejournal.com/bscgradfic08/8182.html

Part 2: http://community.livejournal.com/bscgradfic08/8332.html

Sorry if you see this post more than once, but we can't wait to hear what you think! We'd love any comments. :)

[fic] Candy-Coated Sunshine, Dawn/Claudia

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 03:11:21 GMT

Title: Candy-Coated Sunshine
Author: Carla
Pairing/Featured Characters: Dawn/Claudia
Rating: 13+
Timeline: During book nineteen, Claudia and the Bad Joke
Wordcount: 1460
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ann M. Martin.
Distribution: My site.

Summary: "Dawn had saved my life, though, by bringing me some junk food". Claudia and the Bad Joke (BSC #19)

Link: "Candy-Coated Sunshine"

Yes I know no one has posted in forever but...

Thu, 10 May 2007 17:21:23 GMT

I've begun work on a parody of a little sister book. Right down to the strange grammar missing contractions style and short chapters that a real little sister book would have. Only it's slightly snarkier in tone. The story is called "Karen's Shoplifting Trip" and revolves around Karen wanting some overpriced things, her parents telling her no and Karen turning to an alternative method to get them. Story is here:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3529164/1/

Anyone have any constructive criticism and ways I could improve it? It's not meant to be a literary work of art. It's really more for fun.

And anyone have any ideas in case I write a sequel? As long as it's not something like Karen's Crack Pipe I'll consider it.

BSC Postcardathon

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 02:44:05 GMT

Thanks to everyone who participated in the first BSC Postcardathon! The turnout wasn't huge, but everyone got a card, and I appreciate that you all followed through.

In case anyone's curious, here are all the cards, either scanned or transcripted. Size and quality of scans tend to vary; if you have trouble reading one, let me know and I'll transcribe it.

Feel free to comment on any of them and introduce yourself to the person you sent one to - though, as I've discovered, this fandom is small enough that a lot of these were figured out beforehand.

Pete/Mary Anne for Angelialove

Front:

Back:

Tiffany to Shannon for Balletprincess

Front:

Back:

Mary Anne to Cokie for Caf

Text:
"Dear Cokie,

I thought that since we are both mature college students now ~~(supposedly)~~, I'd put aside any childhood rivalries and wish you a Happy Holidays. Logan also says hi. :)

~~Love~~ From,
Mary Anne"

(It was written on a postcard from the BSC postcard book; the cover is #41: Mary Anne vs. Logan.)

Mary Anne to Stacey for Celeria

Front:

Back:

Mallory to Dawn, Dawn/Stacey for Celeria

Front:

Back:

Mary Anne/Shannon, Kristy/Abby for Chibi_Mistress

Front:

Text:
Dear Kristy,

Greetings from New York! I'm so glad and Shannon and I decided to spend our first Christmas as couple here. New York is a such wonderful place for a couple in love to spend the holiday season. Thank you so much for suggesting it.

Shannon wanted you to know she loves the cheese of the month gift certificate you and Abby sent to her for Christmas. Who would have thought she loved cheese so much?

I can't wait to see you guys on New Years Eve. Give my love to Abby.

Love,
Mary Anne

Abby/Alan for Chicken_Queen

Front:

Back

Text:
(Addressed to Mrs. Rachel Stevenson-Kuhn)

Hi Mom!

California is beau-tee-ful! :) This is the hotel we visited the other day. It's in the moddle-of-nowhere Riverside! Alan didn't want us to go because he was afraid all the smog would make my allergies kick up (which it did), but Dawn said the lights at night were beautiful, & they were! Plus, we got massages, haha. It's been a wonderful honeymoon so far. Tomorrow we're going to Disneyland. YEAH!

Send my love to Harry, Jake, Laur, & Pats. <3 Abby

Richard/Sharon for Freefloater19

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Back:

Jackie to Marilyn for Gozzie_Kunka

Text:
Hey Mar,

DC is pretty fun. My favorite thing we saw was probably the Lincoln Memorial b/c I think Lincoln sounds like a cool president. I set off the alarm system at the National Gallery when I tripped over the security wire in front of a painting, but since we’ve been here, I picked up a new hobby that hasn’t led to any accidents (yet, Shea says)! I saw this book called “Playing With Food” or something, and it’s about making animals and shapes from fruits and veggies and stuff. The angry tomato I made reminds me of you once a month. Oops – I need White Out.

C U,
Jackie

Mallory to Dawn, Byron/Jeff for MizzMarvel

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Back:

Postcardathon Update

Thu, 03 Nov 2005 07:51:03 GMT

The assignments have just been sent out. If you have any questions or concerns, please comment here, or email me, and I'll try to answer/fix/moderate as best as I can.

BSC Postcardathon

Tue, 25 Oct 2005 21:22:11 GMT

Based heavily on isiscolo's Potterverse Postcardathon, this (and I quote from her; she puts it much better than I could) "is a special kind of ficathon where participants send each other in-character postcards. In other words, instead of sending a third-person story about a character, you're actually sending a postcard from one character (or couple) to another."

With this one, though, we're going a step further: there's a theme, and it's Happy Holidays! Your character is away from another for the winter holidays, and so she/he writes a postcard about...

Examples: Stacey writes to Claudia from NYC during Christmas. Jessi wishes Quint a happy Kwanzaa. Jeff Schafer brags to Byron about the 80 degree California New Years Eve. Patrick drops Kristy a line for once.

Intrigued? Let's see some more detail.

1. Essentially, it's anything you want, as long as it deals with the holiday theme, conforms to the recipient's wishes, and involves characters mentioned within the mainstream BSC or Friends Forever series. (Yes, that restricts you from some CD or LS characters. I apologize, but this limitation is due to my lack of familiarity with those series. Since I'm assigning the postcard senders/sendees, this could lead to a mistake.)

ETA: Het, slash, and femmeslash pairings are all acceptable.

ETA: Re: What time frame are we dealing with? That's up to you. Want a pre-BSC elementary school Dawn card? Ask for it. Something from when the parents were younger? Ask. A postcard from Kristy to Mary Anne from the nursing home when they're 95? Ask. It's fine as long as it conforms to the rule about which characters you can request.

2. You can buy a commercial postcard, or draw/paint your own. (That would be welcome, if there are artists among us.) It just needs to be a legal POSTCARD.

3. Obviously, you'll need to give out your name and address. But no one will see it but me, and the person writing to you.

4. Signups will end at midnight CST, Tuesday, November 1. Assignments will be emailed to you by Saturday, November 5 at the latest. Postcards must be sent out by Monday, November 28. That's over three weeks, so there's no excuses about not having enough time!

5. If at all possible, please post a scan or transcription of the front and back of your card, and comment to bsc_fanfiction with the link. We'd all love to see it. On Saturday, December 10, I'll post a Master List of all the cards, so everyone can share.

6. Please do not reveal who you are writing for before the postcard is received (not even in a public LJ post; word gets out), or before the Master List is posted.

Want to sign up? Comment using this template. (Comments will be screened.)

Email address: in case I need to contact you
Mailing address: where to address the card, including your name if necessary
I want: 3 characters, pairings, and/or themes you'd want in the postcard - ETA: YOU MUST NOTE THREE! Otherwise, it could be too difficult to match you up with another participant.
I don't want: Up to 3 characters, pairings, and/or themes you absolutely don't want to see
Please don't assign me: Characters, pairings, and/or themes you refuse to write
Are over PG ratings okay?: Do you mind the mail carrier getting a shock?
Willing to send internationally?: Are you willing to send a postcard internationally? (It might cost a little extra, but usually this is negligible. If I can't match you to someone of your own country, I'll contact you and we'll try to work something out.)

Confusing? Here's a sample:

Email address: marvelme@yahoo.com
Mailing address: Mackenzie, 123 Main Street, Springfield, MS, 87474 USA
I want: Cary Retlin writing a cryptic postcard to Kristy, Mallory being over-dramatic, Jessi/Quint
I don't want: anything from Claudia, postcards from the charges, parody
Please don't assign me: Rosie Wilder, incest [it happens], Stacey/Sam
Are over PG ratings okay?: I'd prefer something higher than PG.
Willing to send internationally?: Yes, sure.

TIP: Be creative! Yearning for that Logan/Mary Anne, just like everyone else? Spice it up with a unique scenario. (Example - Mary Anne's postcard Dear John letter to Logan.)

If something isn't clear, please ask your question in a separate comment from your sign-up, since my reply will unscreen your comment.

If you sign up, you are committing to participate. I will post the names of people who did not let me know ahead of time that they weren't sending a card. If you must drop out, contact me as soon as possible so I can arrange a new assignment.

Kristy and the Perfect Prom Dress

Mon, 02 May 2005 05:29:47 GMT

Title: Kristy and the Perfect Prom Dress
Author: Lioness Black
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1717
Notes: Inspired by a comment I got on "Ponytail." This story really went places I didn't expect it to. It's a lot longer than I thought it was going to be too.

"This isn't fun," I complained.

"Sure it is," Claudia said, sounding convinced. "It's our right of passage. It's prom."

"And prom means dresses," Mary Anne said. "Kristy, you need a dress, and we're going to find you one today. You got it?"

You know, I liked Mary Anne a lot more when she was shy.

Okay, not really. I love Mary Anne, she's been my best friend for years. I've known her and Claudia since we were in diapers. I guess it's sort of strange that we've known each other for so long, and here we are, seventeen years later, going out for prom dresses.

At least two of us were having fun.

"This is cool," Claudia said pulling a strappy purple dress off the rack. She held it up to her chest. "Eh, no. Mary Anne?"

"My dad wouldn't let me out of the house in that. But it's cool," Mary Anne replied. The dress was not Mary Anne's style at all. I know her, she wanted a puffy pink dress so she could be a fairy princess.

She'd been dating this guy Michael for about six months now. Mary Anne is really sentimental, so she's expecting this to be the best night of her life. Knowing her, it probably will be.

Claudia was going with Alan Gray, who has tortured me for the past seventeen years. He's grown up a lot, but he'll revert to his immature ways just for me. He and Claud have dated off and on all through high school. They really weren't dating right now, but they figured what the hell. It's prom.

"What about this one, Kristy?" Claudia held out a blue dress with straps that were supposed to cover your breasts in just the right spot.

"Um, news flash. You need to be more than a 32 A for that dress." I picked up an ugly green dress with lace all across the bottom and the bust. It was so sadly out of fashion that even I could tell that it was out of fashion. "What about this one?"

"Oh, Kristy, you're kidding me, right?" Mary Anne exclaimed. She looked at my face. "You are kidding. Don't do that! This is prom! It has to be perfect."

Claudia studied me for a minute. "Don't you want to look nice for once? For Cary?"

Cary Retlin. Yes, Cary was my prom date. I thought that he was shitting me, but he wasn't. For three days straight, he asked me, and I thought he was just being an ass, but it turns out he honestly wanted to go with me. So I said yes.

Cary and I... we're not couple material. We've been rivals since eighth grade. But then we'll make out in the boys' locker room. It's never been a public relationship. We don't hold hands in the hall, we don't leave notes in each others' lockers, we don't even eat lunch at the same table.

Somehow, though, I just know when Cary will be waiting out by his car, and we'll hop in the back seat.

It's not a wonder I was so shocked by his proposal. I'm still suspicious that it's a trick.

"Kristy?"

I shook myself out of my daze. "No."

"You didn't even look at it," Claudia said, holding a red dress out to me. "What do you think?"

"No," I repeated.

Mary Anne pulled a pink dress off the rack. It looked like what the Good Witch Glinda wore in The Wizard of Oz. "This is so fantastic. I have to try it on!"

Claudia rolled her eyes at me. We would never tell Mary Anne how gaudy that dress was. She'd figure it out when she was thirty and looking through an old photo album. Until then, she can dream.

Mary Anne came out of the dressing room. I had to admit, for how silly the dress was, she could pull it off. There was something about her innocence that made the pink dress seem right. Oh, it was still tacky as hell, but it was so Mary Anne.

Claudia saw it too. "Mary Anne, I can't believe it! You found it on the first try!"

"I'm not going to buy it," she said, admiring herself in the mirror. "I'm going to shop around first. I don't want to go out looking with you two and decide that I don't want this one anymore."

I knew she was going to come back to it, but we let it go.

We went to another store. This one was more wild. Mary Anne certainly wasn't going to find anything here. Claudia seemed to be in heaven. She pulled five different dresses off the racks and tried them all on.

"You know this one would be perfect with like the top part not lined and just had one strap, like across my chest. Then I could put buttons on the strap. Oh man, it needs two high slits and I could wear it with my knee high boots!" She grinned at the black dress she was wearing. "This is it."

"Are you going to buy it?" I knew the answer, though.

"No, let me try on all the others, then shop around some. I don't want to pick one now."

We "shopped around" at three more stores. Mary Anne and Claudia tried on dresses, but none they liked as much as the first ones they tried on. I still hadn't even tried on anything.

We stopped at the food court.

Claudia swallowed a big bite of nacho. "Kristy, you need to find something. You cannot wear jeans and a t-shirt to prom."

"Cary won't care. He sees me in jeans all the time and seems to think it's okay," I said. I poked at my pizza. I knew that wouldn't go over.

"But don't you want to look special?" Mary Anne asked. "Like, a skirt? What about a two-piece dress. With a little top and a skirt? Would that feel more normal?"

"I guess."

"Then it's settled. We'll go for a two-piece set," Claudia said, looking happy.

I looked up at them, grinning. "What if I wore a tux? I'd feel comfortable in that."

"Kristy!" Mary Anne exclaimed, as if I just said I was going to shave my head and tattoo "666" across my scalp. "You and Cary, you'd look, my lord, you'd look gay" She whispered "gay" like it was a dirty word.

"Since when have I cared what everyone thought?" I asked.

"But you can't do that. It's just wrong!"

"Open your mind Mary Anne! It's the 21st century here. Remember when Stacey wore a tux to Jessi's dance recital? That was cool and un-gay."

"But she wasn't on a date with a boy."

"Since when is going out with Cary a date? I have never on my life been on a date with Cary unless you count the back of his car at Miller's Pond, which I, personally, do not."

"Miller's Pond? Kristy! Kristy... are you still a... a virgin?"

I paused. "Technically."

"Kristy, oh my lord!"

Claudia, who had been quiet through this whole thing, and in fact, didn't seem to be even paying attention to us at all said, "I know what to get you, Kristy. You're going to love it."

"I'll bet," I replied. I took a big bite of my pizza and tried to ignore Mary Anne's still shocked expression.

Claudia dragged us out of the mall to this weird little funky part of town. I was a little curious, despite myself. What could we find here that we couldn't find at Washington Mall? But then again, Claudia knew all the weird eclectic stores. For all I knew, she was taking me to get a used prom dress from 1975.

She parked us in front of a store and fed the meter three quarters and we went inside. I was surrounded by all sorts of exotic looking clothes and jewelry. They all looked like they were from India or Indonesia or somewhere. The whole place smelled like incense, and I noticed a grey cat snoozing beneath a rack of tunics.

"We're going to build you a prom dress," Claudia said. She held out a roll of fabric. it was purple with little gold dots on it. "Isn't it gorgeous? Feel it."

I rubbed my hand across it, and it was nice, but I couldn't see where she was getting at with all of this. "I'm going to wear that?"

"I was thinking something like this. Make you a traditional skirt and top. I thought it would be fun, and, well, you'd surely stand out. Even more than me."

"But I don't want to stand out!"

"You'd stand out in jeans and a t-shirt," Mary Anne said, trying to coax the cat out from beneath the rack.

"Good point," I said. I tried on some of the skirts and tops. They were surprisingly comfortable. I mentioned that to Claudia.

"They have to be. This is what women wear in India to work. They do all their housework, cooking, and carrying water and stuff in. I don't know if they still carry water, I don't know how advanced they are, but years ago? Oh, yeah. Everything was done in that outfit," she explained. "So, it's traditional and comfy."

I couldn't find a top I liked, but I got a peacock colored skirt with the gold dots on it. I bought it and we went back to the mall.

Claudia bought the black dress from the crazy store. She was already marking it with chalk on where she was going to alter it (Who keeps chalk in their purse? What the hell?).

Mary Anne hemmed and hawed over the pink dress. Claudia practically dragged her over to the checkout counter with it.

I found a plain black tank top with those fettuccini straps. It was shimmery, like satin or something. It was only five dollars too.

"I have the perfect sandals to go with that outfit, Kristy," Claudia said. "They're black and have a heel on them. You'll look so cute."

"We wear different size shoes," I said.

So we bought me a pair that weren't the ones Claudia had, but we okay, regular brown sandals without a heel.

Claudia dropped me off at my house and I went upstairs. I tried on my outfit. I looked at myself in the mirror like Claudia and Mary Anne had.

Okay, it wasn't a crazy dress that I altered to suit me perfect. I wasn't a fairy princess. I couldn't play softball in it. But I was in a skirt. I was comfortable. I was me.

It really was perfect.

Lovesick- chapter 4

Fri, 11 Mar 2005 01:44:06 GMT

The next few weeks were a little hectic for me so I was relieved when Mom and Dad asked me to come over for dinner one night. We were all sitting around the table, talking about what we've been doing lately. Kerry was saying something about how she's been doing at Stoneybrook University. Hunter was also saying something about how his job at Renwick's has been.

I wasn't really paying attention to what everyone else was saying. My mind was on the only thing that mattered to me right now- Mary Anne and her safety.

I must have been pretty spaced out because Mom asked, "Are you OK, Logan? You haven't said a word tonight."

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm just worried about something."

"Is anything wrong, son?" Dad asked. They all looked pretty concerned.

"Well, nothing's wrong with me, but something is wrong with someone who's very close to me."

"Who?" Kerry asked, fork poised over her plate.

"It's Mary Anne," I said.

"What's wrong with her?" Hunter asked.

"Well, it has nothing to do with her health. It's her husband, Ian." They all gave me a puzzled look.

"The TV news anchor?" Dad asked.

I nodded. "He seems so ... arrogant at times, but everyone says he's very nice. He's never liked me, though, and I know that he's not. I found out by accident that ... he's abusive to her. I want to help her, but I don't know how to." I sighed.

They sat there and soaked this information in for a few minutes. Then Mom spoke.

"That poor girl. I'm surprised that she'd allow someone to do that to her."

"Well, it's true that she speaks up for herself more and is a whole lot more outgoing than before, but she's still insecure about a few things. I guess Ian knows that and uses it against her."

"Sounds like you've talked to her a lot lately," Dad remarked.

I nodded. "There's something else that makes me worry about her. The last time she saw me, she had just got back from the doctor and she showed me her latest sonogram."

"You mean she's pregnant?" Kerry asked.

I nodded. "She swears that he promised her that he would never hurt her now, but I'm not so sure."

While Mom and Dad pondered this, Hunter asked "Does she know that you're worried about her?"

I wondered about that for a few seconds. "I'm not sure. She must know. I mean, I'm always asking if she's doing all right."

"Let me ask you something. Do you still have any feelings for her?" Mom asked.

I was a little surprised at the question. Did I still have feelings for her?

"I care for her, if that's what you mean." I replied.

"Do you still love her though?" Kerry asked.

"I- I'm not sure," I admitted.

"Well, it seems like you do," Hunter said.

I excused myself and went up to my old room, which was the same as always. I needed time to think about this.

Would my life be better if she was in it? I admit that ever since we discovered that we were neighbors, I've gone out of my way to talk to her, well. most of the time anyway. I'm not completely sure that she doesn't do the same thing.

But, does that mean that I was still in love with her? Maybe that didn't, but there were some other things that did. Like the way it tugged at my heart whenever I saw them together.

I realized that I was still in love with her. Maybe I never fell out of love with her, but what could I do about it now?

Just then, the door came open and when I looked up everyone was there.

"I've decided that I am still in love with her," I told them.

They smiled. "That's great, but first we have to think of a way to help her, then we'll think about that."

"Yeah," Kerry added. "We all want to help you help her. We don't know how, but we know that together, we'll make it happen."

"We just came in here to tell you that, no matter what happens, we'll stand by you."

I got up and hugged everyone, proud that I have such a wonderful family.

Later that night, before I went to bed, I decided the next day to call up the only person I know who will probably know more about this and how to help- Kristy Taylor, her best friend.

Who's To Say- Chapter One

Thu, 24 Feb 2005 01:08:56 GMT

Title: Who's To Say
Author: Angelia
Email: foreverthetig@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Derek/Charlotte, Stephen/Druscilla/Linny triangle, Vanessa/Jeff, and mentions of other pairings.
Summary: A new school year bring some changes.
Disclaimer: The characters and places from the Baby-sitters Club belong to Ann M. Martin and Scholastic Books. Most of the Stoneybrook High School staff are figments of my imagination and belong to me. The title comes from a Vanessa Carlton song. Lyrics from the song may be used in the story later on.
Notes: This is the first time I posted a story as I was writing it. I normally wait until the whole thing is finished. This is an experiment of sorts for me. Read and review please.
Dedication: To all my fellow rpers at New BSC and Babysit. You guys totally rock!

Thanks to Denise for the beta.

Derek Masters parked his Mustang in the Stoneybrook High School parking lot. He turned off the ignition, made sure he had his keys, and got out, making sure it was locked up. The former child star was looking forward to starting his first full year at SHS. He had moved back to Stoneybrook a week before the second semester of his Sophomore year started. He could have waited until the end of the school year, but Derek wanted to get the 'Derek Masters Mania' that always seemed to occur when he first got back to Stoneybrook in the past over with. He wanted everybody to get used to him getting back before his junior year started. It proved to be a good idea. Despite that fact he was a so-called has been by the age of 15, the mania still occurred.

"Hey Der," James Hobart called out from behind Derek.

Derek turned to greet his best friend. "Mornin' James. Are you jazzed up about the new year?"

"You bet, mate. The Thespians are going to rule this year." James was elected the president of SHS's Thespian troupe in May.

"With you as president and Betsy Sobak as vice president, they definitely are," Derek agreed.

James grinned. "We've been working on some plans over the summer. The Thespians are going to be more active in the community by performing at different retirement homes and children's hospitals. Mr. Morgan has already gave us permission to start the acting group up. I'm really looking forward to it."

"That's great. You guys are really going to do some good work this year."

James nodded enthusiastically. "Betsy and I really see eye to eye on a lot of things. We both want to make the Thespians the best they can be. She's really great."

"It sounds like you really like Betsy," Derek commented.

His friend grinned. "I do. A whole lot." He paused and said quietly, "I wanna ask her out."

"You should go for it. You two would make a great couple," Derek said with a encouraging punch on his friend's shoulder.

James looked a little scared. "Maybe. I'll think about it some more. I guess we better head to our homerooms."

Derek nodded. "It wouldn't be a good idea to start the first day by being late."

"Tell me about it." They walked to one of the entrances.

"See you in second period, Der."

"Later man." Derek went off in the direction to his Homeroom. He entered the classroom and quickly spotted his good friend Nick Pike already sitting at a desk. He sat next to him. "You're early," he said in surprise. Nick, not by any fault of his own, usually arrived at Homeroom just seconds before the bell rang.

"I decided to hitch a ride with Buddy and Lindsey this year. With Vanessa driving, I'd probably be late to Homeroom. She drives so freaking slow," Nick explained as he pulled his schedule out of his backpack. "Let's see if we have any classes together this year, then I've got some news I have to tell you."

"Okay." Derek took his own schedule out and the two boys studied them.

"We've got Spanish and English together. Is James taking English last period?"

Derek shook his head. "He has it first period."

"Buddy has it second period. Wanna be my partner when we get assigned group projects?"

"Sure," Derek agreed. He looked at his friend for a couple of seconds before asking, "So what's the news?"

"Byron and Charlotte broke up over the summer," Nick announced.

Derek nodded, trying to hold his excitement down. He had the biggest crush on Charlotte Johannsen only to be heartbroken when he heard she was dating Byron Pike. He tried to sound disinterested. "Really. Why did they break up?"

Nick gave Derek a 'I know better than that' look. "Bryon felt that it wouldn't be fair to Charlotte to if they maintained a long distance relationship while he was at USC. Charlotte felt the same way, so they broke up."

Derek nodded again. "Thanks for telling me."

"No problem. If the situation was reversed, I'd want to know."

"Hey guys," Jake Kuhn greeted Derek and Nick as he sat behind Nick.

"Hey Jake," Derek replied. "It's good to see you again. How was your summer?" Jake had spent the whole summer in Texas visiting his dad and new step-mother with his sisters Laurel and Patsy.

"It was great. I really enjoyed spending time with my dad. So did Laur and Pats."

"That's good," Nick said. He looked around the room. "Where's Mrs. Fairchild?"

Derek looked at his watch. The bell was going to ring in a couple of minutes and their homeroom teacher was nowhere to be seen. "That's weird. She's usually here by now."

"I didn't even notice she wasn't in the room when I came in," Jake said. "I hope she gets here soon."

"Wouldn't it be funny if she came in a few seconds before the bell rang, especially when I got here early?" Nick remarked.

"What kind of weird alternative universe am I in?" Derek joked. "I'd never thought that would happen."

"Tell me about it!" Jake said.

Before anything else could be said, Mrs. Fairchild walked in the classroom. The bell rang a few seconds later.

"Good morning class," the teacher said getting out her attendance slip. "Please say 'here' when I call out your name. If you are new to my homeroom, let me know what you like to go by."

Just as Mrs. Fairchild called out the first name, the morning announcements began.

"Good morning and welcome back to SHS," the voice of their principal, Mr. Cunningham, came over the loudspeaker. "An activities fair will be held during Study Hall in the cafeteria. All activity leaders should be dismissed from their third period classes ten minutes early to set up. Auditions for the morning announcements person will be held after school tomorrow. Please sign up in the main office if you are interested. Have a good year!"

Mrs. Fairchild went back to taking attendance. A few minutes later, the dismissal bell rang.

Derek got up. He wanted to sign up to audition before he forgot. "See you guys later." He headed off to the main office.

********

"Thanks for walking me to class," Druscilla Porter said to Hannah Papadakis as they stood near the doorway before second period. Both girls were in the same Homeroom and first period class.

Hannah shrugged. "No problem. It was on my way and besides that's what friends do."

Druscilla nodded. "I'll see you later."

"Later." Hannah went on to her own class as Druscilla enter the classroom.

"Hey Dru, over here," Natalie Springer called from where she was sitting.

Druscilla smiled and went to sit next to her best friend. "Hi Nat."

"I'm so glad you transferred to SHS."

"Me too." Druscilla had been going to Stoneybrook Day School since she moved to Stoneybrook when she was seven. During her years there she only made two friends, Melody Korman and Maria Kilbourne. She saw them more out of school than at school. Maria was a year older and Melody had a completely different schedule then Druscilla. Most of the other kids thought Druscilla was freaky. Not that she cared what they thought of her. It made her existence a lonely one though. On top of that she hated the uniform SDS made their students wear with a passion. Finally, she had had enough and asked her grandmother if she could transfer to SHS. Her grandmother agreed. Druscilla had moved in with her grandmother earlier when she was twelve. Druscilla had hated living in Mercer and she had issues over her parents divorce. Plus she and her mom were having problems. Things finally got to the point where her grandmother offered to let Druscilla move in with her. Although her mom was reluctant at first, she agreed. It was the best thing that could happen. Druscilla and her mom's relationship improved dramatically. She made some good friends and had met her first and only best friend, Natalie. Karen Brewer had introduced them and the two girls bonded instantly over being outcasts. Druscilla was the more confident of the two.

"I love your outfit," Natalie said.

"Thanks." Druscilla had on a long gauzy black skirt, a dark green tank top, and black combat boots. Her long black hair was pulled back with a headband that matched her shirt.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Natalie Lispringer," a girl with brown hair remarked snottily. She gave Druscilla a condescending look. "Who's the freak?" Without waiting for an answer, she laughed, tossed her hair and took a seat in the end of the row Druscilla was in.

Druscilla rolled her eyes. "Who's the bitch with the esteem issues?" She never cared what people thought of her and she wasn't going to start now. Natalie, on the other hand, looked worried.

"That's Leslie Morris," she whispered. Druscilla realized that this Leslie person really got to Natalie.

"Don't let her get you down. You'll let her win if you do. You're a great person and a great friend, Natalie. Don't ever forget that."

Natalie smiled weakly. "I'll try."

Druscilla felt somebody tap her on the shoulder. She turned around and saw a cute guy standing by her. He had longish sandy brown hair and the most beautiful eyes Druscilla had ever seen.

"Do you mind if I sit next to you?" the guy asked shyly.

Druscilla shook her head. "Be my guest. I'm Druscilla Porter."

"Stephen Stanton-Cha," the guy said as he sat down.

Druscilla smiled. "It's nice to meet you Stephen."

Stephen blushed a bright shade of red. "It's nice to meet you too."

"Call me Dru." Druscilla had a feeling that she and Stephen were going to become really good friends.

********

An exhausted Vanessa Pike remained seated at the table designated for the Poetry Club during the activities fair the previous period. She was grateful she had lunch during fifth period and didn't have to rush off to a class. Vanessa didn't think she could have made it on time.

"Here you go, Nessa," Charlotte Johannsen said as she put a Pizza Express bag on the table.

"Thanks Char. You're the best," Vanessa said gratefully and started to eat. She probably wouldn't have eaten at all if Charlotte hadn't volunteered to go get her a couple of pieces of pizza. "The person who decided on the table assignments should reimburse you for the gas money. I can't believe they put the zine table as far away from the Poetry Club table as possible." Vanessa was the both the president of the Poetry Club and the editor of the SHS Literary Magazine. She had to be present at both tables during the fair. Things would have been a lot easier and less tiring if the tables were right next to each other.

"I was going to Pizza Express anyway so that wasn't much of a problem. What bothers me is that they wouldn't let you switch tables with the Thespians or the SADD club. James and Becca would have agreed to switch."

"I know, but it's over with now. C'est la vie and all that jazz." Vanessa looked around the cafeteria. "I wonder where Becca, Haley, Marilyn, Carolyn, and Mary Rose are," she said making a reference to their group, which some people called a clique. Vanessa hated when people called her and her friends that. Their group was friendly to everyone and anybody was welcomed to sit at their table whenever they wanted.

"Mary Rose had Art Club related stuff to do, Carolyn called an emergency Science Club meeting, and Haley decided to eat with the cheerleaders. I have no idea where Becca and Marilyn are."

"We're right here," Marilyn Arnold said as she and Becca Ramsey sat down at the table.

"How did the fair go for you?" Becca asked. "SADD got a whole crowd of interested people."

"Besides having to go from here to the other end of the cafeteria a couple hundred times, everything else was fine. Poetry Club got a few interested people and the zine gained four new writers."

"That's great!" Marilyn said. Becca and Charlotte nodded in agreement.

Vanessa finished her food and looked around the cafeteria for Haley. She spotted her best friend and the cheerleading squad at a nearby table. "Has Haley been distant towards any of you? It seems like she's been ignoring me lately."

"Not really, but then again none of us are as close to Haley as you and Carolyn are," Becca said.

Vanessa anxiously bit her lower lip. "Do you think Haley is going to make eating with the cheerleaders a habit? She's been a cheerleader since we started SHS and this is the first time she's ever sat with them instead of us."

Charlotte patted Vanessa's arm reassuringly. "I'm sure she won't. You and Haley have been best friends since she moved to Stoneybrook. She wouldn't just throw it all away now."

Marilyn nodded in agreement. "Charlotte's right. Everything is going to be fine."

Vanessa wasn't so sure. She felt like something was going to happen between her and Haley. Something bad.

********

Lovesick Chapter 3

Sat, 05 Feb 2005 21:18:24 GMT

hey guys
Here's chapter 3. Ihope you like it. please read and review. :) Thanks.
Daisy

The next day I didn’t see Ian. I was glad that I didn’t because I probably would have socked him. Since it was Saturday, I was off. Mary Anne was at the house, I knew, because her car was still there. I didn’t want to approach her too soon. I just wanted to see if she was OK. I decided to take Luke for a walk around 11 o’clock. I walked the other way around the block so I can pass her house on the way back. When we passed her house she was checking her mail.

I stopped and said, "Hi, Mary Anne."

She looked up and smiled. "Hi, Logan. Hi, Luke." Luke wagged his tail and licked her hand.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Oh, I’m, um, OK, I guess. How are you?" she asked.

"Oh, I’m great," I said.

She nodded. "Do you want to come in for a little?"

"Sure. Let me put Luke up," I said.

"You don’t have to. He can come, too."

"OK," I said. We walked into the spacious house.

"Tea?" she asked. I nodded. I followed her into the kitchen.

"So, what brings you here today?" she asked.

"Oh, I just wanted to see what you were doing," I said.

"Oh, well I wasn’t feeling well today, so I took the day off."

"What’s wrong?" I asked, concerned, although I had a hunch what it was.

"Oh, it’s nothing really. My throat is just a little sore and, um, my head really hurts."

I knew she was lying immediately. She never was a good liar. "Maybe you just need some rest." I said.

She nodded. She poured the tea into two cups. We sat at the table. We talked about our weeks. Luke sat obediently by me on the floor. Mary Anne smiled and gave him a pat.

"He’s such a good dog. He’s so cute and obedient."

I smiled. "I guess he was born that way."

I studied her face closely. She was never very big on makeup, but I noticed that today she was wearing a lot of it. I knew why, of course. I decided to approach the subject gently.

"Could I ask you a personal question?" I asked.

"Sure," she said.

"How does Ian treat you?"

"He treats me fine."

"I mean, does he ever --" I paused.

"Does he ever what?" she asked.

I decided to just come right out with it. "Does he ever hit you?"

She gave me a surprised look. Then she hesitated before answering me.

"Why do you ask that?" She asked.

I sighed. "Because I was walking Luke last night and coming back I- I heard him. And don’t try to lie about it, Mary Anne. I know you better than that. You never were a very good liar. Plus, it won’t do you any good. Now, come on. Just admit it, he’s abusive to you, isn’t he?"

She looked down, her lower lip trembling. I knew she was going to cry at any minute. Finally, she looked up, tears running down her face.

"Yes, he does, but he doesn’t do it on purpose. I mean, mostly it’s my fault."

I patted her arm. "No, Mary Anne, it’s not your fault. He’s gotten you to think that it’s your fault, when it’s really only his fault. The only way it’s your fault is how you’ve kept it a secret so long. Now that it’s out in the open, you can get help. I’ll help with whatever you need to do."

She nodded. "I just don’t know if I can. I mean, he is my husband and I do love him. He says he’ll get help and I believe him."

"Has he done it before?" I asked.

She nodded. "He was better for awhile, but then he went back to his old ways."

"Do your parents know?" I asked.

"No, I haven’t told anybody. I’m afraid to."

"You know you have to get help. It’ll just get worse." I said.

She nodded. "I know I do, but I just don’t think that right now is a good time."

"What I want to know is, why haven’t you left him?"

"Well, I’ve always threatened to, but I always chicken out, I guess. I mean, I’ve gotten more outgoing over the years, but I guess I’m just not outgoing enough to go through with it. He always says he’s sorry and says it will never happen again. But later on it always does. It’s not really his fault. He had a really bad childhood and I guess he takes out his frustrations from that time in his life on me."

I shook my head. "That’s awful. I’m beginning to feel just a little bit sorry for him, but not any more than a thousandth of an inch."

She laughed a little. "I know that I need help taking that big step to leaving him, but right now is not the right time."

"I know it’s not any of my business, but why isn’t it a good time? I mean, I understand that you still love him and all, but just answer me this question, OK?"

She nodded. "Don’t tell this to anybody, but the other day I found out that I'm..."

"What?" I asked, confused. This wasn’t making any sense.

She looked at me and said softly, "I found out that I'm pregnant."

I was shocked. This certainly put a new light on things. "Oh. Congratulations. I hope that this will make you see that you need to leave even more, but I understand why you don’t want to leave him. You think that it’s only fair to give the baby a mother and a father, right?"

She nodded. "You read my mind. I told Ian and he is so happy. He promises that he won’t do anything to hurt me or the baby. I believe him. When he’s really telling the truth, he gets this look in his eyes. He had that look in his eyes when I told him."

"When are you due?" I asked. Even under the circumstances, a baby was something to celebrate.

"In mid-December. I can’t wait," she said.

I looked at the clock. It was almost 12:30. I got up from my seat.

"I'd better go. I’ll see you later. Take care of yourself," I said.

She smiled. "I will. ‘Bye."

I left with Luke, hoping for once that Ian would keep his promises.

Lovesick Chapter 2

Fri, 04 Feb 2005 23:37:08 GMT

Hey guys
Here's chapter two. It's very short, so I'll try to update w/ chapter 3 quickly. Thanks for your support. :) Hope you like it
Daisy

Disclaimer: I do not own Mary Anne Spier (stevens) or Logan Bruno. They belong to Ann M. Martin. I only own Ian Stevens and any other characters you do not recognize.

That day was the day I found out about a horrible secret. It was after work, around 6:00, and I was walking Luke around the block. I passed by the Stevens’ house on my way back. That was when I heard it.

I distinctly heard Ian yelling, "Why isn’t my supper warm!"

Mary Anne said something like, "Well, Ian, you were a few minutes late, it just got a little cold. I can heat it up."

"No, you won’t. You’ll pay for this, and all of your other mistakes as well!"

The next sound I heard was a series of crashes, yelling, and crying. Suddenly, I knew what was going on at the Stevens’ house. With a sick feeling in my stomach, I picked up Luke and ran all the way back home, slamming the door behind me. As I tried to regain my breath, I realized the horrible things that were going on over there.

I now understood why Ian was so unfriendly; he was physically abusing Mary Anne, and who know what else he was doing. I knew then that I was the only one who could help her, other than herself. I knew she needed me to help her take that first step toward freedom. I also knew that I had to help her now, before it was too late.

"Complications"

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 05:55:07 GMT

Title: Complications
Author: chicken_queen
Rating: G
Characters: Kristy/Cary
Summary: Kristy is late for a BSC meeting one winter.
Words: 304
Author's Notes: My first fic ever published, over at bscfiction. [Not including my part in Tis The Season to Remember.]

The Junk Bucket. Just based on he name you should have known the vehicle was unreliable. But I trusted it. Three times a week, it made it to my destination on time. So why, the one time that I was running late, did Charlie's car decide to break down?
Lucky for me, I'm an athlete. After all, what's a BSC meeting without Madam President? Unlucky for me, it was winter and Stoneybrook had recently gotten snow.

As I rounded the corner, making it to my home stretch, I slipped. I blame the ice. Down I went, right into a snowbank. And right in front of the last person I ever wanted to see while I was in such a predicament.

He sauntered towards me, the tell-tale smirk ever present on his face. When he reached me, he stopped and looked me over, grinning at my situation. He offered a gloved hand, which I gladly accepted. With a quick tug I was back on my feet.

"Kristy," said he.

"Cary," said I.

My watch beeped, signifying 5:30. My eyes darted to my destination, half a block away. Cary stood grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Clearly, he was enjoying this.

Well two can play at his game. I leaned in, stood on my toes, and pressed my lips against his. I held this position for a few seconds, then pulled away. I flashed my best smile, then continued my sprint to Claudia's house, laughing the whole time.

A quick glance over my shoulder showed Cary, a smile on his face, shaking his head as he turned to leave. A quick glance at my watch showed that I was two minutes late. But that didn't matter.

What mattered was that I, Kristy Thomas, actually had the last word. And I had left Cary Retlin speechless. But I'll give Cary one thing: Complications do make life more interesting.

Lovesick

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 03:48:35 GMT

Title: Lovesick
Author: Daisy
Pairing/characters: Mary Anne, Logan, other characters.
Summary: What happens when Mary Anne is married to someone else. Someone who's really dangerous. Then, Logan finds out.

A/N: This is my first BSC Story. I haven't finished it and quite frankly, have been stuck on it for a long time. Maybe you guys could help me. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Mary Anne Spier (Stevens), or Logan Bruno. they are owned by Ann M. Martin. I only own Ian Stevens and any other characters you don't know.

It all started on a warm March morning. I was ready for work (I'm the football coach at SHS) and was just relaxing for a few minutes. I let my dog, Luke (his last name is 'Duke' for obvious reasons), a brown lab puppy, in the house for a few minutes. I played with him for a little, then I put him back outside.

I glanced at the paper. Nothing interesting was there. I put it down and left for work. As I got into my 1969 Dodge Charger, I spotted Ian Stevens, my neighbor from about 3 houses down. He got in his car and drove off. I waved, but he didn't wave back. I sighed.

You see, Ian Stevens is married to Mary Anne, my old girlfriend. He's a successful TV News anchor and she's an equally successful child psychologist. They've been married for about a year and a few months, maybe 4 or 5. They seem to be a happy couple and they're both well liked around the neighborhood. Well, I don't particularly like Ian, myself. He's a little snobby to me and he also seems a little stuck up. He isn't very nice to me, even though I'm nice to him. I don't really think it's because of Mary Anne, either. He just seems to strongly dislike me for no good reason. I guess he thinks that I'm "not good enough" for his standards. Personally, I don't see why she married him, but maybe I'm wrong about him. Maybe he's not as stuck up as he seems, but just wants to keep up his "top dog" attitude when he's around the public.

Anyway, how Mary Anne and Ian met is kind of a long story. It all started off with us. We broke up at the end of the eighth grade again. During the rest of high school, we got back together again several times before we decided to just be friends. We ended up going to different colleges -she went to Yale and I went back to Kentucky to be near my relatives and old friends. We lost touch after a few months. While she was at Yale, she met Ian and after graduation she married him and moved down the street. I was (and still am) single and was already living down the street in my house with Luke. We had run into each other one day when we were at a block party. It was strange at first, but we became friends again. As hard as I tried, I couldn't get Ian to be friends with me, though. To tell you the truth, I don't mind at all. As Mary Anne views it, he's missing out on having a great friend and that's his loss.

To get back to my story, a few seconds later, Mary Anne came out. When she saw me, she smiled and waved. I waved back. Then I drove off towards word, thinking about the past. I mean, I'm way over her, but I still think about how happy we once were.

Hello and fic links

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 01:57:21 GMT

*waves* Hi everybody!

I come with fic! Of course, it's all stuff from bscslashfic, but it's fic just the same. ;) mizzmarvel, hope you don't mind me linking/crossposting/whatever you want to call this.

Follow this link to the Memories of bscslashfic, where you will find all of our fic organized by author. ;)

Yummy yummy fic!

Ponytail

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 00:16:24 GMT

Title: Ponytail
Author: LionessBlack
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Kristy
Summary: Short one shot of Kristy's slowcoming maturity

I was going to pull my hair up in a ponytail. I've been doing it for years. Every morning, after brushing my teeth and getting dressed, I'd brush my hair an put it in a ponytail. As I did, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror.

Did I need to put it in a ponytail? What would be the worst thing to happen if I let it down? Would the world end?

I dropped the hair and stared at myself. I didn't look bad. It was a little strange, having hair around my face, but I certainly didn't look horrible.

After this, I didn't know what to do. My friends would have a hundred barrettes, or clips, or claws. Or they would curl it, or crimp it or do something else to it. I didn't have anything like that. I had rubber bands that I used to pull it up in a ponytail.

It looked sort of limp, and had a bump in the back from years of ponytail wearing. After a few minutes, I brushed out the bump and tried to curl it somewhat with my hairbrush. I had no idea what I was doing.

"Kristy! Are you coming down for breakfast?"

"Yeah."

I pulled back from the mirror. Look at the girl with the ratty jeans, old t-shirt, and worn out sneakers. She has her hair down.

Tomorrow, the world.

Welcome!

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 00:07:10 GMT

Ah, the creation post. This is always so awkward.

Essentially, the reason this community exists is because I felt bad for the het and gen-writers. Baby-Sitters Club writers have ample places to post their slash here on LJ, but exactly zero for all other genres. Now, I love slash as much as the next fic-reader, but, I mean, let's face it: sometimes we just need a really sweet Kristy/Bart. Mary Anne/Cary. Janine/Charlie. You get the drill.

But then, should we ignore slash? We'd be deluding ourselves if we ignored the horde of Stacey/Claudia fic out there. BSC, with eight female (often very affectionate) lead characters, is a fandom that slides often seamlessly into femmeslash. Despite a lack of male leads, there have even been male/male slash fics, possibly the first being Logan/Bart.

So forget being exclusive! This community is for all fans of the BSC, and all readers and writers of related fanfiction.

Note - this space is for FANFICTION ONLY. Meaning, no discussion, and no intro posts, please. If and when contests and challenges pop up, this may change, but for the moment, this should be the last non-fanfiction post you read here.

Anyway. So have fun, read the rules (look at the info page), review if you possibly can, and fill the void of so many years without a monthly adventure from our favorite pubescent girls.

Hey, Ann M. Martin had ghostwriters helping her with the series. Consider this just following the tradition.