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  <title>Creative Imperative</title>
  <subtitle>I Imagine, Therefore I Am</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Morgan )O( aka eirian</name>
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    <title>Fic: Shore Leave (Adult)</title>
    <published>2008-07-20T14:13:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-20T14:13:11Z</updated>
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    <summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Shore Leave&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Supernatural&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; Adult&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Het, PWP (sorta)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; John Winchester/Jo Harvelle&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; None, really. Sex. Gratuitous indulgence of my water fetish :-)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; By day she's a college student with a freaky knife collection. By night, she's a hunter. Not a very good one, yet, but still...she's a hunter. And she doesn't appreciate someone else muscling in on her case.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Yet more evidence that I'm incapable of writing plot-free fic, even when it's just porn. Which this was meant to be. No, really. When I killed Jo so horribly in &lt;i&gt;Never Say Die&lt;/i&gt; I sort of promised her I'd write a story where she'd get to have fun (and wouldn't die). This is it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;a href="http://briarwood.insanejournal.com/34863.html"&gt;Read more ...&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;</summary>
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