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Book Rec: Hero- Perry Moore

2009-11-04T04:43:30Z

I think I'm in love. WIth a book.

I'd read some reviews for this book and decided to pick it up the other day but didnt really sit down to read it until a few days ago. I'm hooked. I've been forcing myself to go slow with the book but ended up reading most of it in one night. I've never been pulled into a book this quickly before. The writing is witty and it connects with you and the characters are relatable.
I wasnt really sure what I was getting into when I first bought this book but I have to say that it is one of the best well written pieces of fiction out there. The plot is easy to follow but still keeps you guessing. I love Thom and Goran and Kevin and Larry and Scarlett- and can't forget Ruth!
I sat down to read a few chapters the other night and before I knew it, I was on chapter 27 and it was 3 in the morning. I've already started searching for fanfiction because once the novel ends, I want to be able to keep reading.

Hero by Perry Moore

Summary: Thom Creed is used to being on his own. Even as a high school basketball star, he has to keep his distance because of his father. Hal Creed had once been one of the greatest and most beloved superheroes of The League—until the Wilson Towers incident. After that Thom's mother disappeared and his proud father became an outcast.

The last thing in the world Thom would ever want is to disappoint his father. So Thom keeps two secrets from him: First is that he's gay. The second is that he has the power to heal people. Initially, Thom had trouble controlling his powers. But with trail and error he improves, until he gets so good that he catches the attention of the League and is asked to join. Even though he knows it would kill his dad, Thom can't resist.

When he joins the League, he meets a motley crew of other heroes, including tough-talking Scarlett, who has the power of fire from growing up near a nuclear power plant; Typhoid Larry, who makes everyone sick by touching them, but is actually a really sweet guy; and wise Ruth, who has the power to see the future. Together these unlikely heroes become friends and begin to uncover a plot to kill the superheroes.

Along the way, Thom falls in love, and discovers the difficult truth about his parents' past. This is a moving, funny, and wonderfully original novel that shows that things are not always what they seem, and love can be found in the unlikeliest of places.

Squee!

I honestly think that if you don't go out and get this book right now you're going to be missing out. And that you're crazy. This book is amazing. And there's talk of sequels! And a tv show? I hope so- I'm trying to take the last couple of chapters slowly so that they'll last but I know that as soon as I sit down to read it, I'm gonna finish it. And then go through terrible, terrible withdrawl.

And hopefully write lots of fanfiction.

It's an amazing story and Thom's thoughts about how there has to be someone out there waiting for him totally got to me. Because with all the people on the planet, there has to be someone out there, right? And he finds his someone!

Amazing story- it puts a huge, ridiculous grin on my face every time I think about/read it! Now...need to find more fanfiction!

Withdrawl is going to be painful...

I found a community for the novel but it doesn't have many entries and doesn't get updated often. Writers- pick up your pens! (And/Or Keyboards) Let's stir up some more stories! I'm so excited...

http://community.livejournal.com/hero_worshipers/

Rally the support!

spoodlemonkey @ 2009-11-03T22:49:00

2009-11-04T04:03:01Z

Ten Movies You Own
[1] The Rundown
[2] Fast and Furious
[3] Cursed
[4] Star Trek IV
[5] All of the Die Hard Movies
[6] Fantastic Four
[7] Iron Man
[8] Stargate (The original)
[9] First Wives Club
[10] Serenity

Ten CDs You Own
[1] Rent OST
[2] Weird Al
[3] MIB
[4] Tom Waits
[5] AC/DC
[6] Alanis
[7] Greenday
[8] Nat King Cole
[9] Sinatra
[10] Linkin Park: Hybrid Theory

Five Actual Men You'd Like To Shag
[1] Zachary Quinto
[2] Michael Shanks
[3] Jonathan Young
[4] David Hewlett
[5] Ed Quinn

Five Fictional Characters You'd Like to Shag
[1] SPOCK!
[2] Iron Man/Tony Stark
[3] Daniel Jackson
[4] Rodney McKay
[5] Nathan Stark

Five Actors You'd Like to Shag but Only in a Certain Role
[1] Garret Hedlund as Murtaugh
[2] Jason Momoa as Ronon
[3] Karl Urban as Bones
[4] Chris Evans as Johnny Storm
[5] Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester

The Top Ten Couples You'd Pay Anything to Watch Sleep Together
[1] Jim and Blair
[2] John and Rodney
[3] Iron Man and Captain America
[4] Cam and Hunter
[5] Cable and Deadpool
[6] Kirk and Spock
[7] Gibbs and DiNozzo
[8] Major Lorne and Dr Parrish
[9] Zachary Quinto and Chris Pine (Don't even question it...)
[10] Nathan Stark and Jack Carter

Last 5 Movies You Have Seen In The Theaters
[1]Ice Age in 3D
[2] Stark Trek
[3] Up in 3d (and hung over)
[4]X Men origins (Woot! Incorrect Deadpool...)
[5] G Force (oh god. plot, where did you go?)

Two Recent Movies You Want To See
[1] Where the wild things are
[2] Sherlock Holmes

Five Bands You Have Seen In Concert
...I don't actually go to concerts...

Five Bands You Want To See Really Badly!
[1] Nickleback
[2] Linkin Park
[3] 3 Days Grace
[4] Owl City
[5] AC/DC

Name All of the Countries You Have Been In
USA
Britian
Cuba

Top 5 Places You'd Like To Live
[1] London
[2] Egypt
[3] Australia
[4] Atlantis (in the pegasus galaxy
[5] Enterprise

Top 3 Dream Jobs
[1] bookstore owner
[2] fiction author
[3] super hero!

Five Stores You Could Spend A Million Dollars At
[1] Silver Snail
[2] Rainbow (in the states)
[3] WalMart
[4] worlds biggest bookstore/chapters/indigo
[5] BMV

Ten Books You Can't Live Without
[1] Hero- Perry Moore
[2] Good Omens- Terry Prachet and Neil Gaiman
[3] Without Reservations- JL Langley
[4] With Caution- JL Langley
[5] Young Avengers, Side kicks
[6] Stargate Atlantis, reliquary
[7] Tin Star- JL Langley
[8] New Avengers Breakout
[9] Nightlife- Rob Thurman
[10] Torchwood, Almost Perfect

spoodlemonkey @ 2009-09-10T11:07:00

2009-09-10T15:31:06Z

1. Tony Stark (Iron Man)
2. Steve Rogers (Captain America)
3. Tommy Sheppard (Speed)
4. Eli Bradly (Patriot)
5. Johnny Storm (Human Torch)
6. Ben Grimm (Thing)
7. Peter Parker (Spiderman)
8. Matt Murdock (Daredevil)
9. Danny Rand (Iron Fist)
10. Teddy Altman (Hulkling)
11. Billy (Oh my god- i can't remember his last name???!!!) (Wiccan- but i love him!)
12. Luke Cage

1. Does 10 strike you as a voyeur and/or an exhibitionist?
Ha- no! Teddy seems pretty self concious/shy...that would make me giggle...

2. Who in all the multiverse would 11 most likely bottom to?

That's easy! Teddy! And of course they're already together so that solves a few problems....:)

3 Would you rather do 3 or 5?

OMG- tommy or johnny...that's surprisingly difficult to choose between...but yeah- first choice Johnny- cause he's JOHNNY!

4. Which of 4 and 1 would you rather have do you?

TONY STARK. hell yes. I mean, i love all my boys but it's TONY STARK. How could anyone possibly say no to him??? Even when he is on his...sucicidal trend/drinking himself into oblivion/downloading his BRAIN- because he's still Tony. :)

5. 12 and 2 are having sex in an airplane. Construct a snippet of dialogue that happens during this encounter.

Steve and Luke attempt to fit into the bathroom on an airplane.
Clothing is ripped- lots of rubbing and moaning...then...
Luke: shit
Steve: Wh-what? (Pleasantly flushed)
Luke (Grunts): I'm stuck
Steve: WHAT?!

they just dont make the rooms big enough for two men your size to join the mile high club...sorry guys...looks like steve will have to go back to tony now and luke to danny (grins)

6. How much would you pay to see naked pictures of 11? Have you? Where can the rest of us find these pictures?

Hmm...if he's with teddy i'd pay a fair amount...might have seen one on deviant

7. Where are 5 and 9 most likely to have sex? Who on your list is most likely to write a trashy novel about it?

Okay, Johnny and Danny? Johnny would totally be in a car...or a spaceship- just saying. he's got his kinks. Danny...hmm, i think I'm stuck on a couch. I mean, think of the possibilities....and Tommy would totally write about it. Or be scarred for life....but yeah, most likely Tommy. Or Peter! With pictures!

8. When 12 masturbates, he or she thinks about...
Jessica Jones is one, Danny is definitely the other. Unfortunately I don't know enough about Luke to go on too much. But yeah, probably Jess in her jewel costume or something and Danny doing one of his UBER! flexible positions heehee
9. What is 11's favorite sex toy?

Oh god- that just broke my brain....how about just kinks??? I can't picture any toys. Does his magic count????

10. Come up with a title for a 12/7/1 threeway. Would you read it? Would you write it? What would some of the warnings be?

Luke/Peter/Tony... oh god, okay, how about...um... "Benefits" I can't even come up with anything good- the idea has just fried my circuits....i mean, come on. I think i would totally read it. Maybe fear it, but def. read it. I can totally picture Tony on the bottom. Warnings would include, double penetration, dark fic, smut?

11. Who's more likely to be tied up during consensual sex, 2 or 6?

AHhahaha! I just can't picture Ben Grimm being tied up, so def. Cap.

12. If 11 and 3 are carrying on a torrid and forbidden love affair, who's most likely to spill the beans? What would the other person do to retaliate?

Billy/Tommy....it's twincest, yet entertaining. The new Forge or Gred...But yeah, Tommy, in a fit of hyperactiveness would tell everyone in the course of two minutes. Then realize what he's done and try to pretend he was brainwashed into telling.

13. As a birthday present, 7's longtime lover 5, offers to do whatever 7 wants in bed. What's 7's secret birthday wish?

Hmm, Peter/Johnny. Never really supported the pairing but Peter would totally want Johnny to be tied up (w webbing?) and submissive...that's totally where my brain is going. W Peter on top....

14. Choose a food item for 4 and 12 to use together.
Eli/Luke. So many levels of wrong. I'd have to say...hot sauce. Don't ask me why, it just fits.

15. 8 and 4 are in a fulltime relationship. Who's the top?

Matt/Eli, Matt would be on top. For sure.

16. Which fetish is 9 least likely to indulge?

Danny...hmm, i dunno, maybe whips and paddles and the like. He seems to like to be in control too much for something like that

17. What would you do if you had 8 naked, willing, and ready in your bed? What would 5 do if he/she had 8 naked, willing and able in his/her bed?

Matt? I wouldnt be leaving the room anytime soon! Totally tie him up...what does this say about me??? If Johnny had Matt tied up...he'd probably be doing the same thing- who can resist Matt????

18. What wouldn't 10 and 4 tell their friends about their sex life, assuming they had both a mutual sex life and some friends?

Whether they have sex at the Avengers Mansion. Billy/Eli. Oh...and they probably just wouldnt tell Teddy or Tommy...just cause

19. 10 gets a tattoo to declare his/her eternal love for 9. Where is it? What does it say?

It's a green dragon and it would be on the inside of this thigh. Teddy/Danny

20. Imagine that 2 writes an erotic 11/6 fic. What sort of summary might the fic he/she writes have?
Steve writes about Billy/Ben. First off, what is he thinking????
"Ben's original feelings about the Young Avengers had been one of annoyance. But when The Thing and Wiccan are forced into a situation together that neither might walk away from, some begins, passion burns and Ben just can't seem to get enough."
...Wow, that sounds kinda creepy...way to go Steve.

21. If 2 walked into the room wearing nothing but a red thong and a feather boa, how would 8 react?

Umm...well Matt would hear Steve...but he certainly wouldnt get an eyeful...so he'd be a little confused. then he'd realize it's captain america and everything would go from there

Random fun thing...

2009-07-26T20:57:26Z

Name a character from one of my fandoms, and I'll give you either (a) three facts about them from my personal canon/fanon, (b) a reason he/she sucks, (c) a reason he/she is awesomecakes, (d) three things that never happened to that character or (e) three people that character never fell in love with and why. You pick the character. I pick the letter.

Yay, fun!

Fic- With Hands Held High in Surrender

2009-07-08T05:24:08Z

Title: WIth Hands Held High in Surrender
Fandom: Fantastic Four
Pairing: Johnny/Ben
Rating: PG-13 ish
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own
A/N- I really needed to write a JohnnyBen fic. This is my bday present to myself...yay! Just a fluffy little oneshot

Johnny blinks.

And then blinks again, because there is no way that he is seeing what he thinks he’s seeing.

Weird things happen to him on pretty much a daily basis, and even then, it’s sometimes more than once a day. An example of this would be the time the Moleman kidnapped his sister and he ended up fighting off half crazed supermodels, but that’s something else entirely. Point is he figures he should be somewhat used to weird things by now.

He isn’t; not really.

So he’s blinking and the image isn’t changing.

His life just got a hell of a lot stranger too. Ben’s in front of him, looking somewhat hopefully at him with blue eyes that Johnny has seen so many sides of. He’s seen them clouded with anger as Doctor Doom attacks relentlessly or hazy with lust as he leans over Johnny and thrusts or calm with something that Johnny’s sometimes scared to identify when they’re just laying there wrapped in each others arms like some kind of romance novel.

Johnny’s not sure what to do.

But the look now, the hopeful, cautious look is laced with that calm, unidentified look that he’s seen more and more of recently. It makes something in his chest tighten and his stomach twists. It makes sweat bead on his forehead (and he doesn’t sweat anymore, not really) and his heart thump erratically in his chest.

He’s scared of the look but he craves it more and more each day.

He blinks again and it’s still there.

People are murmuring around them, gathering in a circle in the park, surrounding the pair. Their voices are growing louder but it’s all white noise in Johnny’s ears.

He’s normally so concerned with how the public views the Fantastic Four, how they view him but at the moment he can’t think of anything he cares less about.

Maybe because all he can think about is Ben and how much he (as scary as it is to admit) loves the other man and how he cannot picture spending the rest of his life without him.

He was supposed to find the supermodel, fall in love, have kids; instead he got the Thing. He’s never been happier in his life that something didn’t turn out the way he planned it.

He was the one that was supposed to propose.

“C’mon kid, not gonna stay down here all day.” The low, gravelly voice filters through the white noise. Even with Ben’s ability to turn back into flesh and blood, there’s more significance behind doing this as the rocky monster that Ben had hated for years. Because that was how they started out. They started with Johnny’s unpredictable flame and Ben, made partially of stone and the only person Johnny could never harm.

And Ben, skin made of stone, is down on one knee, trying his hardest to ignore the catcalls and the disbelieving stares they are receiving. Johnny’s never seen anything quite as amazing. If he were to move too much, the ring, a simple silver band, probably something Reed designed, something Johnny can’t melt easily, would slip from the rocky hand.

Reporters shove their microphones forwards, camera’s go off, people are shouting and Johnny isn’t sure why he’s making Ben wait for the answer.

He grins, eyes suspiciously watery, but he figures he can be excused tearing up this one time and nods, reaching out to cover the rocky hand with his own.

The ring is cool between their two palms as Johnny leans forwards and Ben- with his blinding smile- meets him half way, lips pressed together in a way that means forever and always.

And even though he doesn’t need to say it, because he’s always been better with actions instead of words, he knows Ben needs to hear it, knows he needs to hear it too.

“Yes.”

His life is weird, he’s learned to accept it, learned to love it.

Good Omens, Without Reservations & With Caution

2009-06-30T01:47:37Z

Okay, so one of the best books ever! I mean, it's a book about the end of the world which will be brought on by a ten year old. And then of course we have Aziraphael and Crowley running around trying to stop it. An angel and a demon that like to spend their free time together? It's impossible not to read it without your slash goggles on! Aziraphael/Crowley love.

Totally recommend it!

On another note, Without Reservations by JL Langley is an amazing read too! Omg- two male werewolves find their mates in one another. Throw in some humor, angst and hurt/comfort (not to mention the amazing sex scenes- yay) and you have a great book! (Keaton is adorable! Just don't tell him that...) A quick read to, I finished it in a day.

Am currently reading the sequal, With Caution, which is just as good!

It's been a good month for finding books...

(My dad got me 'Forensics for Dummies' which teaches you how to do your own autopsy...)

Mirrors 3/?

2009-05-22T01:50:27Z

Title: Mirrors 3/?
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-13 (I think!)
Characters: Mohinder, Sylar, Bennet, Claire, Angela Petrelli, Matt, Hiro, Ando, Peter, Nathan (I think that's it)
Pairings: Mohinder/Sylar, Peter/Nathan and Hiro/Ando (hinted)
Summary: Nathan can feel that something is wrong. He tries to ignore it in the beginning, but after zoning out to the ticking of a clock for the sixth time, it’s time to admit that something isn’t right. That something is him.
Disclaimer: Don't own
Spoilers: Bits and pieces for the series but mostly just the end of the latest season.

Claire is the first to react as the change takes hold of Nathan. She steps forwards and grabs Peters arm, forcing him back as his brother’s body seizes before them all. Matt steps back, either out of shock or because he’s done all that he can, out of the way.

Nathan’s entire body lifts up off the chair as something takes hold. A strangled yell escapes his lips- it takes every ounce of her strength to not rush to him; it takes her and Mohinder’s combined strength to keep Peter from going over there.

He thrashes in the chair, hands going to the arm rest and digging his fingers in. His eyes are squeezed shut and she’s not sure he’s breathing anymore. If it were anyone other than Matt she would be demanding to know what he did.

Then it happens. Nathan’s image distorts, at first she thinks it’s her imagination, something only she sees but Mohinder makes a strangled sound from the other side of Peter and she knows that they can see it too.

The hair changes, the face, bone structure; she watches with a morbid fascination as the clenched fingers warp and change. Her father is literally disappearing before her.

“Nathan.” Peter almost cries out, but furiously bites down on his own lip before the sound can travel. The person sitting in the chair is most definitely not Nathan Petrelli.

The body shakes all over and then their head tilts back as they gasp, finally taking a breath of air. It’s all over in under a minute. The body sags back into the chair, slack and unmoving.

“Is he alive?” Claire barely dares to ask. She’s not sure how a body could survive that twice- but then again look at her.

Mohinder breaks from whatever spell is holding him and cautiously steps forwards; she’s not sure if he’s brave or just reckless. He pauses next to the chair and without looking at any of them, reaches out a shaking hand to rest on the mans neck. She’s not sure what she’s hoping for.

“Steady pulse.” Mohinder murmurs, eyes wide with amazement. It seems odd to see it on his face after the past few months.

“So what now?” Matt asks. “It’s not like we can leave him here. You’ve just unleashed a serial killer on the world again. A jail isn’t about to hold him.”

Peter slips to his knees next to her, his eyes glued to the spot where his brother had sat minutes before. She’s not stupid, she knows what this all implies but she can’t believe that it’s true. After everything they’ve been through- it can’t be true.

“Where’s the real Nathan?” Peter asks, and Claire knows that all of her healing powers cannot fix her friend.

“Peter-“

“Don’t tell me I don’t want to know!” Peter snaps, fury colouring his features. He finally looks at Matt and she sees the man flinch. This is the darkness that Peter has kept hidden from them. “Where is Nathan?”

“Storage shed. Bennet had him frozen.” The choice of words twists her stomach and makes her want to run to the nearest bathroom but she holds it together. Peter needs them to hold it together.

“Why would anyone ever do this?” Mohinder asks from where he still stands next to the unconscious form. His hand has landed on one of the pale arms, it’s like he’s protecting him. Claire’s not sure what to make of this.

“Sylar killed Nathan,” Matt glances around the room at them, like he’s trying to convince himself it was the right thing to do, again. “And the world couldn’t handle a special killing a senator.” He’s right, some distant part of her knows this- it doesn’t mean that she can’t feel fury and mourning.

“Bennet had Nathan frozen?” Claire glances at Peter questioningly. Matt nods and takes a step back when Peter suddenly climbs to his feet. He crosses the room to the person, still unconscious in the chair and grabs one of his hands. He’s copying his powers she realizes with a start. She doesn’t know which one though.

“Section 26.” Matt seems to know where Peters thoughts are headed. “There are guards.”

Peter simply says, “Good.” Then beckons for Claire to follow him; they have a plan.

He wakes up, his head pounding and he has to wonder what he drank before going to bed. But wait- that’s not right, he doesn’t drink that often, or that much. Then he wonders where he is, his neck is at an awkward angle and everything hurts- it’s of no major concern, he can heal everything in a matter of seconds, but still.

The ability you stole.

There are voices, speaking quietly nearby. He waits silently for them to notice that he’s awake and in the meantime uses the opportunity to search for information about where he is.

“What happens when he wakes up?” He remembers the past few months, remembers being trapped in his own body while Nathan Petrelli paraded around in it. It makes him furious. And Parkman was the one that did it to him.

What are you going to do? Kill him? That won’t help.

“I don’t know.” Mohinder. Some of his blood lust subsides for a moment. Mohinder is there; he clears his thoughts for a moment and quickly determines where the other man is in the room. He probably sits on a nearby couch, body turned towards him, tense. Mohinder does often appear tense, Sylar can think of quite a few fun ways to cure that.

Mohinder- it appears as though they were destined to meet again. Perhaps this was enough to get the other man to believe in their destiny.

“He’s awake.” Leave it to Parkman to be slow on the uptake.

“Sylar?” He lifts his head slowly, feeling stiff and torn muscles heal as he quickly cracks his neck. Then he smiles. Parkman squares his jaw and gives him a look of utter loathing but Sylar’s only interest in him is the revenge he plans to exact for making him a prisoner in his own body.

You didn’t know who you were.

Mohinder watches him carefully from the couch as he makes a show of testing one restraint, then another, that keep him bound to the chair. He’s rather certain that he could break free in an instant. For the moment he entertains the two men in the room.

“Mohinder.” He greets, somewhat pleasantly. He’s oddly excited to see Mohinder. There are a flurry of feelings running through him- with annoyance he realizes that for a moment he had begun to forgive Parkman for what he did.

“Do you remember what happened?” Oh, he remembers. Remembers months of being close enough to Mohinder but unable to touch, unable to claim what is rightfully his. Months of being another person and not realizing what was his was right in front of him. He should probably feel more upset about the fact that he was essentially another person for awhile; that had been exactly what he had been trying to avoid.

But you liked not being Sylar for awhile, didn’t you?

“Yes.” It’s still hard to tell the memories apart. Nathan Petrelli’s death; that was him- he had been rather pleased with it too but now he feels something, something odd that twists in his stomach and makes him feel sick. His healing abilities aren’t working on it. It’s guilt.

But then he has memories of flying, which was entertaining but he could do in his own way, and of snow globes and of a car accident. The latter has to be Nathan Petrelli’s, his driving is impeccable.

“Nathan?” A voice calls from the hall. He nearly calls back. Sylar can pinpoint the exact moment that the car screeched to a halt in front of the old house. The brakes are going to wear out rather quickly if he keeps that up. He entertains the thought of cutting the breaks but it seems juvenile.

The doors burst open as Bennet comes rushing in; Sylar can’t say he’s surprised to see a rather familiar gun in his hand. He’s fairly sure that it was used to kill him once. Always the Boy Scout.

“What have you done?” He asks, taking in the room quickly before leveling his gun on Sylar. For a moment it looks like Mohinder is going to step between Sylar and the gun before he remembers the other mans healing abilities. It is a nice thought though. “Made things right.” Mohinder stands his ground, squaring off against Bennet. For a moment it looks like Bennet is going to have a heart attack, Sylar rather enjoys the sight.

“You traded a senator for a serial killer and that’s making things right?” In the big picture it does seem a little twisted but he isn’t complaining. Something passes over Bennet’s face as Mohinder refuses to give an inch. “We need to stop him before he can get started again.” And Bennet calls him a murderer. The gun is leveled on him again and he uses his peripheral vision to seek out the largest antique he can drop on the man. Something…cartoon-ish.

“No.” Mohinder steps in the way of the gun this time and Sylar wants to point out that he’ll just come back if they kill him, well, so long as no one figures out where he moved his off switch to. “You will not touch him.”

“Move out of the way Mohinder.” Bennet stares coldly at him and Sylar realizes that Mohinder may have pushed Bennet too far. “I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

You’re just going to let Bennet hurt him to get to you?

Sylar tenses. Mohinder is his. His to own, to claim and Bennet will not touch him.

Tic-tock.

Something cold and dangerous blankets him. The bonds that hold him come undone and he stands- they’re helpless against him.

Tic-tock.

He is the monster in the dark that Nathan Petrelli has been dreaming about.

“You don’t want to do that.” The voice comes from directly behind him, low and dangerous and one he’s spent months dreaming about. Bennet and Matt’s eyes widen and he knows the comment is not directed at him. It sounds like a suggestion, something carelessly tossed out; he hears the order beneath the words.

A hand lands on his shoulder and to his frustration he finds himself both tensing and leaning into the touch. Sylar chuckles from behind him, low in his throat and ‘hmms’. Then suddenly Mohinder cannot move.

He struggles as he realizes what has happened but his muscles refuse to cooperate with him. Sylar steps past him, carelessly dragging his hand over Mohinder’s shoulders and down his arm, sending shivers through him, then with a flick of his wrist throws Matt against one wall where he remains stuck and Bennet to the ceiling. He stands back, inspecting his work.

Mohinder isn’t sure what to make of this. He feels betrayed; but the worse part is he’s not even sure what right he has to feel betrayed. All of his dreams, fantasies, they hadn’t been real- why would Sylar be anything like the man clouding his thoughts?

Matt just barely twists his head and shoots Mohinder a confused look, his voice echoes through Mohinder’s head.

‘You-‘

‘Don’t say it.’ Mohinder viciously thinks and focuses on blocking Matt from his thoughts.

“You’re making a huge mistake.” Bennet informs Sylar from his position on the ceiling; his glasses tumble off the tip of his nose to land on the floor.

“You’ve been a naughty little boy.” Sylar informs him, raising one finger and waving it back and forth; it looks like he’s scolding an animal.

“Sylar.” Mohinder tries to get his attention and it works, his focus is instantly on the frozen man. “Let us go.” For a second, something akin to hurt flashes across the man’s face before he crosses the room, stopping just in front of Mohinder.

“After what they did to me?” He smiles, and then directs his next comment over his shoulder. “And none of that; stay out of our heads.” Matt flushes, and then winces at whatever he finds in Sylar’s mind.

The man in question steps closer, into Mohinder’s personal space, using what little height he has on Mohinder to loom above him; but it’s not threatening. He doesn’t feel panicked or the urge to run. Mohinder simply stands there and allows the invasion of space to happen, tilting his head what little he can to meet the other man’s probing gaze straight on.

“You’ve missed me.” Sylar seems slightly amazed by the little fact, as do the other occupants in the room. Mohinder opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again, unsure of what to say. He could say no, appease Matt and Bennet, or he could say yes…

Sylar smiles; it’s different from his careless smirk, it’s one that Mohinder has not seen in a long time. He’s missed it; it lights up the other mans face and for a moment he appears to be someone else; someone that isn’t seconds away from probably murdering the people that imprisoned him in his own body.

“I missed you too.” Sylar murmurs, head tilted forwards in what may have appeared a shy gesture but was not. He’s fairly certain that Bennet is straining to hear what is being said and cannot. “I just didn’t know it.”

He basks in the knowledge and tries not to let it show on his face. He gets the feeling he has failed when Sylar smiles again, predatory this time and rests a hand on the back of Mohinder’s neck, fingers idly playing with his curls.

“I’m not going to kill you.” He addresses the room. For some reason, Mohinder believes him right away. “Just keep you here for a bit.” Mohinder stares at him for a moment, and then realizes what he’s doing. He’s giving Peter and Claire time, time to do whatever they have planned.

Sylar removes his hand suddenly, an odd look on his face, almost pained, before it’s gone again and for a second Mohinder wonders if Matt is seriously considering tampering with a serial killers mind- with Sylar’s mind, but Matt shows no sign of using his powers. Sylar ‘hmms’ again and steps back but doesn’t go far. He settles down on the edge of the couch, the waves his fingers and Mohinder is suddenly taking a few shaky steps forwards, against his will, to sit on the couch.

“Can’t have you getting tired.” He isn’t sure whether this is an act of kindness or some sort of game Sylar is entertaining, but he feels some of whatever keeps him from moving, lift off him and allow him to sink back into the cushions. Sylar smiles down at him and the affect it has on him is startling and Mohinder flirts briefly with the notion of smiling back but he can’t ignore the two men pinned to the walls or that he himself barely has any mobility.

Sylar slips down onto the couch next to Mohinder, one arm draped across the back and his body tilted towards his.

“It shouldn’t take long now.” He murmurs. Mohinder wants to ask what, what won’t take long? But he already has an inkling of an idea.

His hand clenches the back of the couch, as it courses through him again. This ache, irritating and growing worse, becoming pain; he’s had worse, but this isn’t is as easy to ignore. His concentration is split between the mystery pain and continuing to keep the others in the room captive but he’s fighting a losing battle. Everything suddenly begins to slip away and he doesn’t know how to stop it.

He is Sylar; the thought drifts through his mind, a dark and dangerous thought, one that he can feel slipping away. He doesn’t know how to stop it. He was Nathan Petrelli; the second thought is stronger, like it is fighting to dominate. Sylar is stronger than Nathan Petrelli ever will be, he refuses to be pushed under again.

Who are you? He stiffens; a voice hisses in his ear. Nathan’s voice? His memories cloud his head. He’s Nathan- no, that’s not right, he’s Sylar. But Mohinder prefers Zane, doesn’t he. It’s not true. He’s Zane.

His hand clenches- but reality doesn’t come crashing back to him. Is Parkman in his head? No, it’s not Parkman.

He’s not Zane- he knows who he is. He’s Sylar. It doesn’t sound right. You’re not real.

“Sylar?” He barely hears Mohinder over the voices screaming at him.

What’s happening to him? How is he losing control? Weak. The voices tell him. Petrelli made you weak. No, Nathan Petrelli will not be the one to destroy him; he destroyed him first. Then why was he helping him?

Zane. He was Zane, Mohinder liked him. Nathan. No, he was Nathan. The nightmares were wrong, he’s alive. He has everything. Someone to love, the perfect life… Gabriel. He’s not Gabriel, he is not a watch maker, he is not alone. Gabriel. No. No! He’s Sylar.

Nathan. He’s Sylar and he is in control. Zane. But Mohinder liked Zane. Did he love Zane? No; he’s not Zane.

You’re Danko, aren’t you?

No! No- he’s…he’s…

A hand closes around his wrist, he feels it tighten, grind bones together and he latches onto the feeling, onto the person; latches onto their identity to stop himself from drowning.

He’s…

“This is crazy.” Peter ignores her as they make their way (almost) silently through the alley. “What if we get caught?” What if it doesn’t work is what she means.

“What are they going to do, arrest us?” Peter snaps, eyes darting around, looking for the guards that are supposed to be there. He spots them at the far end of the alley, in front of the door they need to go through. “Arrest you?” The daughter of the man in charge of the building; she doesn’t know.

“Peter-“

“Nathan’s in there.” He cuts her off viciously. “And I will do anything,” He pauses, takes a breath and lowers his voice again. “anything, to get him back.” There’s something in his voice that has her agreeing, she can’t say no to it- knows it would kill him to do so.

“We need a plan.” She finally whispers, because a plan is easier to focus on than the unbreakable bond between the two men.

“I have a plan.” Peter goes back to watching the men intently. She’s not sure what he’s doing.

“A plan to get us in there.” She corrects because he has a plan for after, but they have to get in first.

“Got one of those too.” He turns, smirks and there’s a single minded intensity there that shocks her. At first she thinks it’s a trick of light, but then Peters skin shifts and his image distorts and suddenly she’s left staring at her father. “I’m just going to check up on some things in my building with my daughter.” Noah Bennet tells her cheerfully. She likes Peters plan.

Mohinder starts and nearly lets go of the wrist he holds in a bruising grip. Calling to the other man hadn’t worked, neither had a light touch; it’s like he’s trapped in his own mind.

One moment he had been holding them captive and then next, it was like he was lost.

He has a moment to do what he can to bring the other man back; Bennet is slowly picking himself up from where he’s fallen and Matt has rushed to his aide. He’s not sure why Sylar’s powers failed suddenly; it could be a trap for all they know- but he’s certain that it’s not.

Sylar’s face contorts, like he’s in pain, then the skin suddenly shifts. He realizes a second too late that he’s witnessing Sylar’s ability to shape shift first hand. One moment Sylar sits there and the next Mohinder has the eerie feeling of staring into a mirror.

He doesn’t know what to say. What does one say to oneself? The other Mohinder- Sylar, he reminds himself firmly, opens his eyes and stares hazily at him. There’s no recognition there.

“What the hell?” Matt pulls Bennet up and off the floor and finally takes in what has happened.

“Is this some sort of trick?” Bennet, always suspicious, asks, shaking off Matt’s helpful hands.

Mohinder slowly shakes his head and watches as Sylar almost subconsciously mimics the act.

“It’s not a trick.” He says hoarsely. The man had been fine a few minutes ago- what had happened? “I think he’s lost control of his abilities.” Or at least shape shifting. Part of him is relieved that it wasn’t something much more destructive that he lost control of.

“We should get him contained while we have the opportunity.” But Bennet sounds more resigned than hostile now. Perhaps he believes now, that Sylar was not going to kill them.

“No.” Mohinder tells him firmly. “Sylar? Can you hear me?” He applies a little more pressure to the wrist in his grasp, but there’s nothing so he loosens his hold again. Sylar continues to stare blankly at him through Mohinder’s eyes.

“How’d he lose control?” Matt asks, peering at them curiously. Mohinder wants to snap that it probably had something to do with implanting false memories in his head but refrains from doing so; placing blame won’t help Sylar.

“He’s changed.” Bennet speaks, mostly to himself but Mohinder has to agree. But he has an idea. Perhaps Sylar just needs to figure out who he is again.

Mohinder lifts his other hand, hesitates, then reaches out and gently places it on the other man’s cheek. The skin is cool to the touch; cooler than his own. The other man blinks at him, something passing through his eyes before it’s gone again.

“Sylar?” He asks cautiously. Nothing happens. “Gabriel?” He tries instead. The other man blinks, then again. He watches, entranced as the image of himself twists and melts and becomes Sylar again. There’s still a dazed look in the man’s eyes but he appears aware.

“Mohinder?” He frowns and looks around as though unsure where he is. He barely glances over Bennet and Matt, obviously not interested in them. He closes his eyes and tilts his head as though listening for something and not finding it. “I can’t hear Nathan anymore.” He doesn’t know what that means. “His memories are gone.”

Mirrors 2/?

2009-05-08T02:20:53Z

Title: Mirrors 2/?
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-13 (I think!)
Characters: Mohinder, Sylar, Bennet, Claire, Angela Petrelli, Matt, Hiro, Ando, Peter, Nathan (I think that's it)
Pairings: Mohinder/Sylar, Peter/Nathan and Hiro/Ando (hinted)
Summary: Nathan can feel that something is wrong. He tries to ignore it in the beginning, but after zoning out to the ticking of a clock for the sixth time, it’s time to admit that something isn’t right. That something is him.
Disclaimer: Don't own
Spoilers: Bits and pieces for the series but mostly just the end of the latest season.

“There’s something wrong with Nathan.” Peter blurts out as Claire opens the door. He slips by her without waiting to be invited in and begins pacing anxiously. It doesn’t bother her; she can feel the anxiety coming off him in waves. Her parents are out; trying to mend their marriage and her brother has locked himself in his room until he can complete the next level of his game.

“What do you mean?” She asks, but Claire already has an idea about what he’s talking about.

“Last night,” Peter runs a hand through his hair, mussing it up. It makes him look even younger. “His eyes changed. Like actually changed- they were darker…familiar.” Darker. There’s a hesitation to him that tells her all she needs to know. He recognizes the eyes, but won’t say anything.

“He knows there’s something wrong with him,” Peter continues, crossing his arms and staring sightlessly out the window. “But I don’t know what to do. I can’t lose him, Claire.” He admits quietly. She pretends not to hear the desperation in his voice.

“Peter, I don’t think it is Nathan.” He turns and stares at her, disbelief colouring his features. She sits there patiently and waits for him to say something.

“What are you talking about? Of course it’s Nathan- it’s the same hair, eyes, freckles…” He trails off as he remembers the shape shifters they’ve come across. “He was doing his Harrison Ford impersonation last night; he knew the punch lines to all of my corny jokes! It’s Nathan.”

She doesn’t know how it’s possible, doesn’t know how to prove it to him, but she knows without a doubt that it’s not Nathan; not really.

“Peter…”

“If it’s not Nathan, then who the hell do you think it is?” Just the fact that he’s asking means that there is a sliver of doubt in his mind.

He wakes with a jolt, sitting upright in bed and frantically searching for whatever monsters are lurking in the dark. His skin is slick with sweat raising goose bumps on his arms from the chill. His blankets have wound their way around him, trapping him and adding to a claustrophobia he can’t explain. He fights with the blankets, coming close to ripping them as he frees himself.

His heart is racing a mile a minute, thudding painfully in his chest as he tries to catch his breath.

His nightmares are getting worse. He dreams of Claire’s blood, of Peter pinned to the wall, helpless, of Mohinder, battered and bruised on the ceiling, of countless people he cannot name, dead- blank eyes staring accusingly up at him. At first in the dream he feels excited; intrigued with the prospect of pulling something apart and discovering how it works. Remorse doesn’t hit him until the very end right before he wakes.

He dreams again of his own death, sees himself sitting there, blood pouring from the gaping wound and knows he is dead. Being awake does nothing to reassure him.

He sees his mother and Bennet and Matt Parkman leaning over him, talking frantically but everything is distorted and he can’t hear them properly.

The worst part of these dreams is that they feel like memories.

“Nathan?” He jerks, surprised as the door to his room is pushed open and light from the hall spills in. “I heard you yelling.”

Peter stands there, hand rubbing at his eyes in a vain attempt to wake up, to help his brother. Nathan swallows, noticing how his throat feels raw, like he’s been screaming in his sleep. Peter should be back at his apartment where he can’t hear his brother screaming, running from some monster that doesn’t exist anymore.

“Nightmares.” He grunts out. Peter nods and steps further into the room, letting the door close behind him. The bed sinks next to him as his eyes adjust to the dark again.

“Shove over.” Peter instructs. Nathan hesitates. If the dreams come again, he doesn’t want Peter there to witness them first hand. But his brother persists, so Nathan slides over and holds up the covers for Peter.

His brother manages to take up half of the bed and most of the covers and still drape himself half over Nathan’s side. He lets himself drift, calmed by Peter’s steady breathing and almost falls back asleep before Peter speaks again.

“Do you ever dream of Sylar?” Nathan tenses, thoughts rushing. The room is suddenly stifling.

“Sometimes.” He whispers.

Mohinder isn’t expecting visitors. He’s buried himself in his research, as both a way to cope with his mourning and a way to forget who he is mourning. He’s vainly trying not to wonder if he had helped Sylar, had offered a friend even after he had found out who he was, if their paths wouldn’t have been different.

It’s ridiculous, Mohinder needed to feel the rage and helplessness about his father’s death or he would not have been the man he is today. Things happen for a reason.

Peter showing up at Mohinder’s door is unexpected.

He opens his door, staring, confused at his friend for a moment, before opening the door wider to let him in. He doesn’t for a second believe it to be a simple visit, not with the way Peter’s shoulders hunch or the dark rings under his eyes make him even paler than normal.

“What can I do for you?” Mohinder asks. “Would you like some tea?” Peter looks like he could use it.

Mohinder heads for the small kitchen, trusting Peter to follow. Feet shuffle from behind him as he reaches for the kettle and pours water into it.

“How would you describe Sylar?” Mohinder pauses, watching the water fill the kettle. He’s not sure where the question is coming from, but when he turns around Peter is watching him, determined. Mohinder swallows around a suddenly dry mouth and turns back to the stove.

“A cold blooded killer,” He begins, except it doesn’t sound right. There was something wrong with Sylar, something that needed to be fixed. “Clinical, brilliant, someone I once thought I loathed but now I cannot seem to forget.”

He sets the water to boil and turns back waiting to see the rage and disbelief on Peter’s face once he realizes what Mohinder means.

“Someone I do not wish to forget.” He adds half to himself. Thoughts of Sylar keep him company and some part of him realizes that this must be what going mad feels like but at the same time he feels like he’s finally seeing things clearly.

“Sylar was a murderer.” Peter sinks into one of the seats at the rickety table he picked up at a yard sale a few weeks back. There’s less conviction to the statement. Mohinder wonders what has changed. His voice reminds him of Mohinder after the funeral when he first began fighting his every thought.

“He was.” Mohinder agrees, pulling the kettle off the stove when it begins to scream and takes a moment to make two cups of tea. It brings back memories that he cannot force aside and has to endure for the moment. “But you already know this.”

He’s not about to rush to Sylar’s defense but there are some things that one cannot fully understand, or judge, without the rest of the story. Unfortunately it appears that in this case the story has been lost.

“There’s something wrong with Nathan.” Peter blurts out, but he seems resigned. It makes Mohinder wonder how many others Peter has had to repeat this to. He obviously hasn’t found the answer he’s looking for yet. He’s still searching for something he may not want found.

“How so?” Mohinder places one cup in front of Peter, then sits and takes a tentative sip from his own. It gives his hands something to do.

“He’s not sleeping and when he does he has nightmares. I can hear the screams from my old room.” Mohinder raises an eyebrow; he hadn’t known Peter was staying at the Petrelli house. It’s beginning to seem that no one is free from nightmares recently. “And his eyes,” Mohinder nearly chokes on his tea. Peter doesn’t notice. “They’ve changed colour a few times, turned darker- they almost look like…”

Peter trails off appearing to rethink whatever it was he was about to say. He looks ready to dismiss it; Mohinder can’t let him do that, not if it’s what he thinks it is.

“I thought I was imagining things.” Peter looks up sharply at Mohinder’s confession. “After the dinner, I saw them change. But only for a second.”

“I don’t know why it’s happening.” His friend looks broken, lost. He feels the need to fix him rush through him. “Claire thinks…Claire thinks it’s not Nathan at all.”

“Not Nathan?” Mohinder repeats, barely daring to believe, to breathe.

“She thinks it’s someone else, but it’s not possible.” No- it isn’t possible.

The room is tense. He figures he’s largely to blame for it but he’s not really sure how to change it. Claire won’t even look at him, she sits on one of the sofa’s, every so often looking to his left to trade a glance with Peter, but her eyes never land long on him. Nathan isn’t sure what he’s done to deserve it.

Mohinder alternates between sitting so still that he appears to not be breathing to shifting in his seat, a bundle of nervous energy- he’s not sure he’s ever seen the doctor this way before.

Peter sits perched on the side of Nathan’s chair, one hand planted firmly on Nathan’s shoulder, reassurance- for both of them, he decides.

The door opens quickly as the person on the other side looks around for an attack that he knows to be there.

Every gaze in the room turns to Matt Parkman as he takes in the scene before him with a wary look. Nathan slowly realizes that his dream of his mother, Bennet and Parkman standing over him isn’t just a dream.

Matt looks panicked, glances to the door and appears to be trying to decide whether to run or not.

Nathan reaches out and flicks the door closed with an invisible force; then he freezes, realizing what he’s just done. He can fly; he shouldn’t be able to do that. It was just instinct.

He’s aware of the others stares on him but he meets Matt’s squarely.

“What’s going on?” Matt asks, the question is for whoever will answer him, but his gaze doesn’t leave Nathan.

Tic-tock.

Not now; the clocks are starting up again.

“What did you do?” Peter asks voice hard. His hand clenches almost painfully on Nathan’s shoulder. He fights down the urge to reach out and cover the hand in his own.

“I didn’t- nothing!” Mohinder stands from the couch, something indiscernible on his face as he faces Matt. “Nothing- I didn’t do anything.”

“Matt.” Mohinder speaks quietly, gently, reminds them all that they’re all supposed to still be friends. Supposed to be family. “Did you do something to Nathan’s memories?”

Tic-tock.

Do what? Suppress them? Add in other memories- add in his own death?

Tic-tic-tock.

“I- I just…” The man looks around, eyes wide, hands shaking. Peter is up and off the edge of the seat in an instant, moving faster than he had thought his brother capable of. The next moment he’s removing his hand from the skin at the back of Matt’s neck, an unreadable look on his face.

“Don’t even think about using your powers on us.” He says quietly. Don’t even think of using your powers on Nathan is what he means.

Tic-tic-tock.

“Bennet and Mrs. Petrelli, they thought it was for the best.” His ma wanted them to do this? All these nightmares and hallucinations- it was his ma?

Tic—tic—tic—tock.

He can feel it fighting to get free- whatever they suppressed; it’s inside of him, trying to claw its way out. He can feel the fight inside of him weakening, he just wants to give in, let it take him. He can’t live forever with the nightmares and the visions, hell- he just used a power he knows he doesn’t have.

Tic—tic—tic—to-

He just wants to be himself again.

“Fix it.” Nathan’s voice isn’t as loud but everyone hears him. The room goes silent. Peter is the first to break.

“No- Nathan, you don’t know what they did to you!”

“Fix it.” Nathan repeats, steely gaze on Matt, then Peter. “Change it back. Make me, me again.” Across the room Claire freezes. He pretends not to notice how his voice just dropped.

“Your eyes.” Mohinder whispers. There’s a look on his face, like he’s trying so hard not to believe. Believe in what Nathan wonders.

Matt swallows, face grim, lips pressed tightly together. Then he nods. He crosses the room, slips around Peter who looks ready to fight but doesn’t for Nathan’s sake and places a hand on the side of his face.

“This will hurt.” He tells him.

Tic-tock.

And it does.

Hear of Gold 2: Close Enough To Touch

2009-05-06T15:27:04Z

Title: Close Enough To Touch
Pairing: Boostle
Fandom: DC comics
Rating: PG
Word Count: 601
Warnings/Spoilers: Some brief mentions of the JLI and Ted Kords 'fate'
Characters: Booster Gold, Batman, Blue Beetle (sort of)
Disclaimer: Don't own, wish I did

“I found something.” It feels wrong to be going through the Kord Industries basement without Ted; even if the building is technically deserted. It makes his stomach twist uncomfortably and his throat feel tight. Booster jerks and nearly drops the old science journal he has been staring blankly at.

Batman disappears behind the Bug; he runs his hand over the haul gently and then catches up to Bruce. There’s a bright light that Booster shields his eyes from and when he looks up again he can’t believe what he see’s.

“Ted?” He reaches out, hand outstretched as he steps forwards. The image of his best friend flickers but remains staring straight ahead, devoid of emotion. “Hologram?” It sticks in his throat as the brief hope dies.

Batman studies the hologram, an unreadable look on his face. Then he turns away and heads back towards the bug.

“I’ll give you a minute.” He doesn’t say thank you, doesn’t even acknowledge him, he’s too entranced by the image before him.

“Ted?” The image flickers again, almost like it’s remind him that while it may be life size, it isn’t real. Then its gaze transfers to him.

“Booster.” The hologram grins brightly like it’s just spotting him; he can feel his eyes burning.

“Ted…” He repeats, whispers, barely feels the words leave his lips. The smile shifts to a worried frown and he wants the smile back.

“What’s wrong?” Hysterical laughter bubbles up in his chest.

“Nothing,” You’re dead and I’m talking to a hologram of you. “Nothing’s wrong.” He half expects the hologram to accept it at face value but the worried look remains. “Remember when Batman knocked Guy Gardner out with one punch?” Of course he doesn’t, he’s a hologram. Booster asks it suddenly because he cannot let the silence settle, cannot let Ted go back to being a blank hologram, not yet.

Holo-Ted chuckles; god- he’s missed the sound.

“Black Canary was devastated that she missed it.” Booster adds, then leans against a crate. “Good times.”

“Great times.” Holo-Ted corrects and for a moment it’s like he has his friend back. He aches to touch him. He wonders if Ted actually installed memories in the hologram before he died. He wonders if Holo-Ted remembers the same things that Ted did.

Booster stands there, drinking in the sight of the other man and tries to think of something witty to say. Something to hear the chuckle again; he doesn’t succeed.

“I miss you.” He looks up and Holo-Ted’s face is blank again, like he doesn’t realize Booster is still there.

He turns slowly and walks away to go join Batman again, then he freezes and turns back quickly. For a moment it had actually sounded like- but the hologram has disappeared leaving only the metal platform in its wake.

Booster rushes back, crouches down and frantically searches for an ‘on’ switch, but there is none. It appears to be only a piece of metal, no on switch, no off switch, no controls- nothing. So then how-?

“Booster!” Batman calls him, breaks him from his thoughts. “It’s time to go.”

He casts a long look at the machine, an impossible idea slowly forming in his head. He’ll come back later if he has to.

Booster leaves the building, the whispered ‘I miss you too’, ringing through his head.

Batman casts one last glance back in the room, eyes narrowing in on one shadowed corner. He quirks up the corner of his mouth and casts a slight nod in the direction, careful that Booster isn’t looking.

For a moment the shadow waves back.

spoodlemonkey @ 2009-05-04T21:09:00

2009-05-05T01:15:52Z

Title: Mirrors 1/?
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-13 (I think!)
Characters: Mohinder, Sylar, Bennet, Claire, Angela Petrelli, Matt, Hiro, Ando, Peter, Nathan (I think that's it)
Pairings: Mohinder/Sylar, Peter/Nathan (if it squicks you, don't read) and Hiro/Ando (hinted)
Summary: Nathan can feel that something is wrong. He tries to ignore it in the beginning, but after zoning out to the ticking of a clock for the sixth time, it’s time to admit that something isn’t right. That something is him.
Spoilers: Bits and pieces for the series but mostly just the end of the latest season.
A/N- My first Heroes fic!!!!!!! But I couldn't help myself after the season finale! The POV does switch around but I'm hoping it's easy to follow...

Mohinder watches the funeral pyre, continues to watch it long after the fire has gone out and the sun is peaking up over the desert and all that’s left is ashes. Claire leaves, Bennet leaves, Angela Petrelli leaves- he cannot.

His feet remain glued to the sand beneath him, eyes unable to leave the sight before him.

It’s all over. It can’t be all over he tells himself. It cannot be all over because Sylar is dead and Mohinder wasn’t there to-

He brutally cuts off the thought before he can finish it.

Sylar is dead and yet Mohinder is still obsessed. Obsessed with the denial that the body they burned is Gabriel’s. His obsession hasn’t been about revenge for a long time; it merely got twisted and contorted until it appeared that way for everyone to see, Mohinder included.

“Dr. Suresh?” He jumps and tears his eyes away from the ashes. Ando smiles somewhat guiltily at him, he had thought that Ando and Hiro had left.

“Please, just Mohinder.” They’ve been through so much; it seems too formal to call him by his title. Sylar only called him by his title to taunt him.

“Mohinder,” Ando tries the name out. “I just wanted to say goodbye before we left.” Mohinder follows Ando’s gaze to the small car parked a little ways away. He can see Hiro in the passenger seat, staring off into space. He looks lost.

“Will he be alright?” He asks, nodding at Hiro. Ando rubs the back of his head, eyes tinged with worry for his friend.

“Maybe. His powers- they meant a lot to him.” They meant that he could protect the people he loves; they meant he could protect Ando. “I’m worried that my powers will reject as well.”

Ando never really seemed the type of person to worry overly about himself; this is why Mohinder knows there’s more than one side to what Ando is saying. He knows that Ando would sacrifice himself for Hiro if given the chance.

“If my powers don’t work, then who will look after Hiro?” He asks quietly, almost to himself. Mohinder isn’t sure how to reassure him; there is the very real possibility that they could reject, but also that nothing may happen. Hiro’s powers could simply be evolving into something else, something more.

“I am certain,” Mohinder begins, looking at the ashes again. “That you will always be there for Hiro and that he knows this.” The other man smiles at this, looking away from their friend sitting in the car and back to the doctor.

“You seem sad.” Ando notes, no accusation, just simple concern for a friend. Sylar has almost killed them all on more than one occasion, yet Ando appears to hold no great loathing for the deceased man.

“I am.” Mohinder admits quietly. It will do no good for the others to hear.

“You didn’t hate Sylar as much as you said?” The other man asks, studying him, searching for something. Mohinder isn’t sure what it is he’s looking for.

“Perhaps I didn’t.” He muses, scratching his cheek and smudging some soot that landed there. He hated what Sylar was, but he didn’t hate Zane or Gabriel. They were all the same person in many ways; you just had to find them.

“I had better get going; we have a flight to book.” Ando gestures over his shoulder at the car, where Hiro is glancing at them curiously. Mohinder wonders if Hiro knows what he has. Maybe not at first, but perhaps he does now.

Mohinder watches as Ando walks away, wants to call out keep in touch, but he doesn’t. He’ll hear from them again one day, they’re all connected after all.

The second hand was off by eight seconds on every hour. The thought is gnawing away at him as he sits in the dining room. It’s an old clock, a good clock- it deserves better. He can fix it, push the second hand back and then listen as it plays sweetly for him.

Clocks were easy, you just needed to understand them and he understands them.

“Nathan?” His mother and brother watch him curiously, expectantly.

“Sorry,” He says smoothly, taking a sip of his wine. “Got caught up in my thoughts.” Thoughts about clocks of all things.

In the end, Claire is the first one to notice. She and Peter are at Nathan’s office, trying to force him out to lunch; he works too hard, Peter tells her. She can see that.

She sits across the desk from her biological father, Peter, her uncle (and she will never get used to that) sitting next to her. They’re joking around, talking about some of the weirder powers they came across over the years, carefully talking around anything that may be painful when Nathan breaks off, staring at something over her shoulder.

Claire turns and follows his gaze but doesn’t see anything of interest.

“Nathan?” Peter catches his brother’s attention. “You alright?”

Nathan looks dazed and irritated by something that she cannot spot.

“Yeah, it’s just,” He breaks off, frowning. Nathan stands and walks over to the bookshelf, picking up the small, antique clock that sits there, and then pushes the minute hand back slightly. “This clock was four minute off. It was driving me crazy.”

Peter stares at him for a minute like he’s lost his mind, then shrugs and goes back to talking about a kid that could imitate any voice perfectly. Claire tries to unclench her fingers from where they’re gripping the arm rest. The two men don’t notice.

She tries to breathe normally, tries to appear calm but ends up having to excuse herself to the bathroom. Her reflection is pale and shaky, her eyes haunted.

Claire can hear it now; can hear the slips in his voice, the silky tone it takes on sometimes. And the clocks- how could she have missed the clocks?

That is not Nathan Petrelli sitting behind the desk.

Nathan can feel that something is wrong. He tries to ignore it in the beginning, but after zoning out to the ticking of a clock for the sixth time, it’s time to admit that something isn’t right. That something is him.

He misses two meetings, thankfully not too important, because the clock in his office has entranced him but every time he goes to get rid of it, he cannot. He finds himself taking it apart and putting it back together one night and promptly gets incredibly drunk.

Heidi leaves him shortly after he gets back; only, he’s not sure how or why. When he tries to remember he only receives brief glimpses. It’s like a blank in his memory. He has a few of those.

Two weeks after Sylar’s impromptu funeral, he begins to have nightmares. Nightmares about killing everyone he loves, of slicing open innocent’s heads and taking something from them.

The worst part is, sometimes they feel more than nightmares; feel more like memories. One night he dreams, dreams of himself at the hotel, unmoving in one of the chairs as blood seeps from a cut to his throat. He wakes up knowing he is dead.

But he’s sitting in bed, so it was just a dream, just a dream- nothing more, not a memory.

He has lunch with his mother and a few times he looks up from his food and can almost see the mistrust and doubt in her eyes and a strange chill runs through him. Then he blinks and it’s gone; he must be getting paranoid. More paranoid than usual.

Nathan tries to keep Peter away, sometimes, when he’s feeling strong. More often than not, he’s incapable of saying no to his baby brother, of saying no to shy smiles and lingering touches. He’s broken, something inside him has broken and he needs to keep Peter safe.

He’s not sure if Peter’s safer closer or further away from him.

Mohinder dreams of Sylar. He tries to go without sleep for as long as he can, anything to stave off the dreams he knows are going to come, but eventually he gives in and slips under.

Nightmares are all he sees for the first few weeks after the funeral. For one ridiculous moment when he’s barely slept, he entertains the idea that this is Sylar’s way of telling him not to forget about him.

Then the nightmares become more, and he wakes most nights with an aching need coursing through him and an invisible lover burning their touch into his skin. His skin is slick with sweat and more, with the blankets twisted around his legs from where he had tried to pull his dream closer, to make it real. His throat is hoarse from calling out to someone that will never reply.

But every so often his dreams slip; he sleeps a full, long night, feeling refreshed the next day and ready to get on with his work.

Those nights he dreams of coming home after work, curling up on the couch and resting his head on a t-shirt clad shoulder with pale arms wrapping around his waist. He should feel ashamed of these dreams- of wishing for a cold blooded killer so much it hurts- but he doesn’t.

He just feels empty.

“There’s something wrong.” Nathan pauses outside of the dining room, as voices filter through the crack in the door.

“It’s fine, it’s probably just some lingering feelings.” Bennet's voice tries to reassure his Ma. Nathan knows that he should turn around and leave them be or announce his presence, let them know he’s there.

He remains silent and presses himself closer to the door. He can’t see them but he can hear the soft tread of Bennet's shoes as he paces around the room.

“It’s more serious than that.” His mother insists. She sounds worried, an edge to her voice that he hasn’t heard in awhile. “You haven’t seen him with the clocks.” Something inside of him freezes at the mention of his slight obsession. There isn’t anyone else they could be talking about.

“It’s just clocks, Angela.” But Bennett is beginning to sound worried. Nathan’s hand clenches at his side. He knows there’s something wrong with him, but what right do they have to discuss it without him there?

Tic-tock.

He glances around, but there aren’t any clocks in the long hallway. There once was, but he has the feeling his mother moved most of the clocks in the house, protecting him- but from what?

Tic-tock.

He doesn’t need to be protected. He’s the one that does the protecting.

“He’s entranced by them. He knows exactly how they work.” Why is she worried about him knowing how to fix a clock? He thought she’d be glad that he fixed the grandfather clock upstairs, it hadn’t worked for years.

Tic-tic-tock.

“There was always the chance that this could have happened.” Bennett lowers his voice so Nathan has to strain to hear him. “You know Parkman isn’t infallible.”

Parkman? What the hell did Parkman have to do with anything?

Tic-tic-tic-tock. Tic-tic-

“Hey! I’m here!” Nathan jerks upright, unaware that he had been slouching forwards. His hands are clench into fists tightly at his side, he unclenches them. The voices in the room drop to furtive whispers. “Anyone here yet?”

Nathan ignores the whispers and turns, heading out to the front hall to greet his brother.

Mohinder arrives last, a bottle of wine clutched in his hand. He’s not sure what to expect; Peter’s idea for a group dinner was a brilliant idea, but he wonders if they can still all be in the same space with nothing more to run from.

The dinner is awkward to say the least. He catches himself looking around the table, at a few empty seats and filling them in his head with Hiro, Ando and Sylar. This happens once and he viciously stomps down on the thought. The last thing he needs is Matt in his head.

Peter and Nathan sit at one end of the table, grinning and laughing loudly, inviting everyone else to join in on the joke. Matt laughs lightly but it seems forced and Mohinder notices right away how he refuses to meet the Petrelli brother’s eyes. Something has happened but he isn’t sure what.

Surprisingly, Claire has positioned herself far away from Nathan. He’d thought she would take the seat next to him, spend time with her other father, but she sits next to Bennett, staring stonily at the wall opposite her. Bennett speaks to her quietly but Mohinder doesn’t think she’s about to tell anyone what is wrong.

Angela Petrelli takes his hand at one point and comments on how thin he is looking. Mohinder laughs it off, says something about missing a few meals because of the exciting new turns in his research.

He doesn’t mention how he’s in mourning for someone that tried to kill him repeatedly.

Ando and Hiro send their regards but they’re back in Japan and settling back into life. Last he heard Ando had asked Hiro to move in; to keep an eye on him, Ando had written. Mohinder suspects there’s more to it.

Wine is passed around and after another hour, everyone seems to relax, maybe there’s a chance that this will happen again. He hopes it does, it appears to be good for everyone.

Mohinder excuses himself early when he catches himself drifting off at the table. He calls a taxi, which is still an odd feeling and says his goodbyes.

But as he’s walking to the door, familiar brown eyes catch his and his breath catches in his chest. There’s no way, no possible way.

He blinks and it’s gone and he’s staring at Nathan Petrelli again.

Mohinder shakes his head and smiles ruefully as he continues to the door. He must be more tired than he thought.

“Mohinder.” He freezes. “Safe drive.” Nathan says, clapping him on the shoulder. But for a second he could have sworn that Nathan’s voice dipped down, taking on a silkier quality.

Nathan’s curled up on the couch, Peter’s side pressed firmly against his as they watch some old movie and try to bridge the gaps that have formed. It’s the way they should be, a united front, together. Nathan hesitates on the word forever.

He cuts off half way through his impersonation of Harrison Ford when Peter’s eyes go wide and his brother stiffens next to him. Nathan tenses, prepared to take on whatever has startled his brother, but Peter is staring at him and Nathan feels something inside of him twist uncomfortably at the look.

“Pete-“ His brother blinks but remains pale, startled- afraid. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Your eyes.” Nathan is on his feet in an instant, confusion warring with panic as he strides over to the mirror mounted on the wall.

His eyes- they aren’t his eyes. They’re too dark, warm but sinister. A stranger’s eyes he wants to say, but they’re familiar. The image of him in the chair, blood pouring down from his neck comes to mind.

Nathan reaches out unsteadily, gripping the end table, using it to hold his body up. He feels weak, nervous, excited. It scares him.

“I think…” He licks his lips nervously. “There’s something wrong with me, Pete.”
Peter rises from the couch slowly, probably so as not to startle Nathan and approaches. Nathan watches their reflections in the mirror, Peter slightly behind his shoulder, watching him with worry and something deeper than just brotherly love.

Then the image twists slightly and suddenly it’s not Nathan standing there. Sylar’s cold smirk taunts him for a moment before it twists and suddenly the smirk is replaced by a lost, confused look.

Nathan blinks and it’s just him and Peter standing before the mirror and his eyes have returned to normal. Peter keeps gazing at him, he didn’t see Sylar. It proves Nathan must be losing it.

“I’ll help you, Nathan.” There’s his brother, saving the world, saving Nathan. “I’ve got your back.” He knows.

Fic- Slipping By

2009-03-23T20:05:42Z

Title: Slipping By
Pairing: Stephen/Connor, Connor/Abby, Jenny/OC (brief)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Set season two but nothing major revealed
Disclaimer: Don't Own

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own

A/N- set sometime in season two.

“She’s what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Forever?”

The answer takes longer in coming.

He’s only been to one wedding in his entire life and even then he was only twelve. So…he’s not really sure how exactly he should be acting or what he should be doing. All he does know is that in three months, twenty two days and nine hours he’ll be standing in front of a Priest. He’s not sure how he feels about this.

Connor’s not sure how these things work (he can build an anomaly tracker out of spare parts he has lying around but give him a wedding and he’s clueless) but everything feels kind of rushed. He’s just not sure who to talk to about it because Jenny and Abby seem to have bonded over the experience and Nick seems to have disappeared and well Stephen- he just can’t ask Stephen.

He’s pretty much on his own for this one.

Of course they still have to go to work.

Long, hard days filled with running around the country side (or wherever else an anomaly has popped up) and saving people. Sometimes Connor wonders why the people they rescue don’t just run at the first sign of danger or trouble. He wonders why they stay.

He doesn’t like to admit how often he thinks about it. Running, that is.

Connor and Abby tend to attract trouble more often than not, so Nick splits them up, taking Abby with himself and Jenny and sending Connor with Stephen with strict instructions to not get into trouble.

Connor briefly feels sorry for the next few hours of wedding talk Cutter will have to endure (then thanks whoever is listening for his own brief reprieve. The wedding is beginning to get to him).

So he and Stephen set off through the woods, searching for this anomaly that has been spotted. Local hikers found it accidentally, but hadn’t been able to tell them where it was when they’d asked. Maybe they’d get lucky this time, maybe nothing would come through.

Stephen finally breaks the silence, eyes trained on the trees around them as they walk. He asks, casually, about wedding plans and food and if they have a DJ yet.

Connor stops mid step and stares at his friend because for the first time he has realized that he has no idea. Abby had been planning the entire thing and hadn’t really told him anything and for awhile he had been okay with it.

“I-I don’t know.” He stammers, feeling oddly panicked over the simple fact that he doesn’t even know what type of music they’re going to play. He and Abby have different tastes in music.

His friend stares at him, an odd expression on his face before reaching out with his free hand and clapping him on the shoulder. Stephen’s hand is warm and heavy on him, burning its touch through his shirt. He reluctantly pulls away as they continue through the trees.

He and Abby have fought before but not quite like this. He’s not really sure what to do.

Connor leaves the empty apartment they share and walks aimlessly until he finds himself knocking on a familiar door.

Stephen doesn’t look that surprised to see him; apparently word spreads fast but at least he knows that Abby’s safe at Jenny’s for now.

“All couples fight.” Connor defends. Stephen offers him a seat on the couch then wanders into the little kitchenette to make them both coffee.

“I know.” Comes the reply.

“We both just need to cool off a bit.” The familiar sounds of Stephen puttering around the kitchen calm him; lull him into a light doze. He hadn’t realized how tired he was.

“Connor,” Stephen wakes him a little while later with a soft voice and a hand on the back of his neck; it warms him. “Here.” He takes the cup of coffee and tries to wake himself.

“I love her.” Connor says truthfully and Stephen pulls away to sit on a chair close by instead of next to him on the couch. It leaves him confused. His friend nods and takes a sip from his own mug.

They settle into a comfortable conversation and Abby and work isn’t mentioned for the rest of the night. He dozes off again with a movie playing in the background, only waking briefly when Stephen drapes a blanket over him.

“Good night, Connor.” He hears the whisper, gets the feeling he wasn’t meant to. A hand brushes his bangs off his face and he turns into the touch, only barely awake. The hand pauses, then returns, brushing over his cheek carefully before leaving completely. He misses it immediately.

Then Stephen is gone and he drifts back off to sleep.

He needs a tux, he discovers. This is rather awkward as he doesn’t actually like tux’s, let alone look good in one. He asks Abby if he can just forgo the whole tux ‘thing’ but she just stares at him until he decides that he’s obviously made some error and just shuts up.

This means he has to go out and get a tux. Or rent one. Probably rent one- he doesn’t make that much and when is he ever going to wear it again? Of course, Abby seems to be going all out on her wedding dress but he doesn’t think she has actually bought it yet. For some reason this makes him feel relieved.

Stephen and Nick go with him. He stands up on some box like thing while an elderly woman flits around him taking measurements and ‘tutting’ under her breath about how thin he is. He’s actually a little mortified. Stephen finds the entire thing rather funny, coming up behind him at one point and placing his hands on Connors hips, commenting rather loudly about how skinny he is.

Nick rolls his eyes and goes back to the magazine he was reading. Connor’s breath catches in his throat at the sight in the mirror. Stephen stands slightly taller than him, with his hands on Connor’s waist; they look good together.

Stephen’s laughter quiets down until it slowly dies off as he catches sight of their reflection as well. His eyes meet Connor’s in the mirror and holds the gaze, neither willing to move away. (How long could they stay like this?)

It would take no effort to lean back against Stephen’s chest.

Then the elderly lady is back, shooing Stephen back to where Nick is sitting and Connor tries to remember how to breathe.

“Wedding’s are so exciting.” Connor glances up from the book he’s reading to where Jenny is leaning across his desk.

“I guess.” He shrugs and makes to go back to his book.

“I mean there’s so much to do and plan.” He sighs internally and closes his book, carefully marking the page. It doesn’t look like he’s going to be doing much reading. “I’m still planning my own wedding.”

He remembers being told in passing one day that Jenny was married. He hadn’t given it much thought since, but maybe he could get some advice on it from her.

“Is your fiancé excited about your wedding?” He asks, slightly nervous.

“Oh yeah- we just set our date too but he’s been great about it!” His stomach sinks slightly at this new information. He’s not nearly as excited about this wedding as most people he talks to. Jenny seems to notice his distinct lack of enthusiasm and continues on quickly. “But I know a ton of people that weren’t excited at first, it just takes time.”

He stares blankly at where she has reached out to give his hand a comforting squeeze and then watches as she turns and walks away. Its okay then, it’s just going to take some time for him to become excited like everyone else.

As he continues to repeat this he returns to his book, but finds he can’t focus on it anymore.

They fight again. This time, Connor’s not even sure what it’s over. He tries to compliment her, tries to admit that she’s right (though he’s not sure about what) and to get her to stop yelling but Abby eventually storms out.

He’s left standing, once again, in an empty apartment.

Stephen lets him in silently, taking note of the duffle bag with a raised eyebrow. Connor just needs some time away.

The wedding is approaching faster and faster.

He’s only gotten drunk a few times in his life, and it doesn’t take much. An hour later he’s sunk as far as he can into Stephen’s couch, with his friend sprawled out next to him. They’re laughing so hard that Connor has stitches in his side and tears slipping from his eyes. Stephen doesn’t appear to be doing much better. He can’t remember the last time he was this happy; it certainly hasn’t been in the past couple of months.

He pauses at the thought, hazy brain trying to put together the thought as Stephen stumbles to his feet and to the kitchen to make them popcorn.

He hasn’t laughed this hard in months, since the beginning of his relationship with Abby; his incredibly rushed relationship with Abby. They rushed through dating, rushed through a proposal and now they were rushing through a wedding and he wasn’t even sure why anymore.

Stephen returns with a bowl of popcorn, large smile pasted on his face and a bottle of some sort of alcohol in his other hand. Connor returns the grin, deciding that he’s glad to be here with Stephen instead of at home, sitting around in the quiet with Abby and gestures for his friend to join him again.

And if when Stephen sits on the couch, they end up sitting pressed together, with Connor’s head slipping to rest on his friends shoulder- then no one needs to know.

“So…” They’re sitting in an empty diner, waiting for Nick to call about another anomaly and the really big reptile they’re tracking. Abby and Connor had been squabbling, so he’d sent them to watch the anomaly that had appeared behind the counter of a fifties diner. The owner has long since left.

“Why can’t we stop fighting?” Abby asks quietly. Connor wants to ask why she can’t stop picking on him for lack of a better term. Every time he turns around she’s out to get him. He’s spent the past week camped out on Stephens couch.

“I don’t know.” He answers truthfully. (Except maybe a small part of him knows.)

“Are we still friends?” She asks. Maybe that’s the problem. She was his best friend. They haven’t been best friends for months.

“Yeah,” he answers a small smile making its way onto his face because maybe now everything is starting to make sense. “But we haven’t been best friends for awhile now.”

Her face falls slightly at this, her hands toying with the mug of lukewarm coffee they managed to make. Her coffee is nothing like Stephens.

“I miss you.” And he knows what she means. He misses her too.

“Maybe it’s time to fix things then.” They both know how.

About forty minutes later they meet up with the rest of the group; then a whole group of lizard things show up and they get split up.

Connor and Stephen end up stuck up a tree at one in the morning. It’s certainly not how he pictured he’d be spending his night, although with this job, it never is. There’s a branch digging into his back, he’s not entirely fond of heights and there’s the impending fear that these things know how to climb and they’ll end up the lizards late night snack, but he honestly can’t think of anyone else he’d rather be stuck up a tree with. (Except perhaps Captain Britain, but hey- if he were there, then they wouldn’t be stuck up a tree in the first place.)

“This sucks.” Connor mumbles, shifting to see if perhaps the lizard-thing has left, when suddenly his feet slip and he looses his balance and he’s falling. Panic shoots through him like electricity and he flails, trying to catch something, anything, to stop his descent, but his fingers miss the next branch by inches.

He’s jolted as something grabs him by the front of his shirt, hauling him forwards and onto another branch to collide with someone warm. His breath is coming out in quick little gasps and he’s dimly aware that he’s close to hyper ventilating but in all fairness, he was nearly turned into breakfast so he figures he’s allowed.

“Connor…” Stephen’s arms are wrapped tight around him; their chests are pressed flush against one another with Connor resting awkwardly between Stephen’s legs but he doesn’t want to move. He’s clinging just as tightly to his friend, listening as his own wild heart beat mixes with the other mans.

He hiccups lightly, which startles him, because he hadn’t been aware that he was this scared. They got into bad situations all the time, when had he convinced himself that they weren’t going to get out of this one?

Stephen presses his face into Connor’s neck and they just sit there, listening to the inhuman growling coming from below.

“Connor…I…” He pulls back from the embrace slightly to see his friend’s face; there’s barely enough light from the moon but what he can see is…

Then there’s yelling and bright lights from cars and the familiar sound of tranquilizer guns and the next thing he knows Nick is yelling up to them that the area is secured and it’s safe to come down. It looks like the cavalry has arrived.

Connor doesn’t want to get down.

Up in the trees where they’re hidden from their team mate’s prying eyes, they reluctantly begin to pull away from one another.

“Stephen,” He begins as Stephen steps to another branch and reaches out to help him. His friend pauses, his hand out stretched and Connor’s not quite sure how to say exactly what he means. He reaches out and grasps Stephen’s hand instead, squeezing briefly and stepping towards him.

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“I love you too.” There’s a long pause as they stand there and try to decide what to say next.

“Are we sure we want to do this?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then.” Connor smiles and for the first time in awhile his smile isn’t as fragile. “I’ve missed you.” Abby reaches out and pulls him into a hug, placing the ring in his hand when she pulls back.

“I’ve missed you too, Connor.” He slides the ring into his pocket and decides to sell it first thing in the morning. In the meantime he has a stack of movies and his best friend back.

“Morning.” Stephen glances up from the gun he’s cleaning as Connor ambles over to the truck. For once they have an easy mission- just a routine check of an anomaly but it looks like nothing has come through. Nick and Jenny have yet to arrive and Abby is still back at their car going through her back pack.

Connor holds out the coffee in his hand with a flourish; Stephen pauses, then sets the gun and his cleaning tools to the side and accepts the coffee, moving over so Connor can sit next to him.

“You seem happy.” His friend comments idly, taking a careful sip of the hot beverage. Connor knows that it’s exactly how he likes it. He grins, feeling an odd excitement buzz through him. He probably should feel a little sad or depressed or something but instead it just feels like this huge weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

“It’s going to be a good day.” He predicts, tilting back to look up at the sky. There are a few clouds but summer’s coming and the day is warm.

“Really now?” Stephen looks amused, glancing up and spotting Abby as she makes her way towards the car. “Looks like you two are back to being blissful lovebirds.” His face is carefully neutral but Connor can hear the bitterness that leaks into his friend’s voice.

“Oh, not at all.” He tells him cheerfully, waving at their blonde friend as she settles down on a patch of grass just out of hearing distance. She whips a book out, relaxing, even as she waves back. “Definitely not lovebirds.”

Stephen shoots him a confused look, glancing between the two as though it were some private joke, and Connor thinks mildly, perhaps it is.

“So, I bought you coffee.” His friend looks like he’s considering checking Connor into the hospital soon if he doesn’t start making sense. It makes him want to laugh; he holds it in, barely, at least until he can share the joke with him. “Which means you owe me a movie.”

“A movie.” He nods. Stephen looks from him to Abby and back again, a hesitant smile on his face. “And what type of movie would this be?”

“The proper kind,” Connor lets his face slip into a seriousness that he’s not feeling and fights down the smile that he’s holding in. “With dinner before and possibly some sort of chocolates and if you’re lucky then a goodnight kiss.”

His friend goes from shocked to confused to pleased in a matter of seconds.

“So you and Abby then…?” Stephen asks, clarifying that what Connor is offering is what he thinks Connor is offering.

“There won’t be a wedding.” Connor confirms, softer this time.

“Ah, pity.” Stephen says, but there’s a smile on his lips. “You don’t look half bad in a tux.”

“There will be other opportunities to see me dress like a penguin.” Connor jokes, nudging him with his shoulder. Nick’s car pulls up at the edge of the clearing, so they both stand and about to join Nick and the others; Connor reaches out and squeezes his friend’s hand. It’s a promise, for what- he’s not sure, but a promise nonetheless. Stephen smiles and squeezes back.

spoodlemonkey @ 2009-03-21T00:24:00

2009-03-21T04:32:38Z

1. Bold the names of guys you'd definitely shag.
2. Italicize the names of guys you might shag after a little persuasion.
3. Leave the guys who don't do anything for you alone.
4. Put a question mark after the guys you've never heard of. ?
5. Strike the guys you wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole.
6. ADD FOUR OF YOUR OWN AT THE END.

NOTE THAT THESE ARE THE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, NOT THE ACTORS THEMSELVES...

1) Dr. Christian Troy (Nip/Tuck, tv)
2) Mike Delfino (Desperate Housewives, tv)?
3) Dr. Gregory House (House M.D., tv)
4) Warrick Brown (CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, tv)
5) Dr. Derek Shepherd (Grey's Anatomy, tv)
6) Anthony (Tony) Dinozzo (NCIS, tv)
7) Jim Halpert (The Office, tv)?
8) James 'Sawyer' Ford (Lost, tv)
9) Danny Taylor (Without a Trace, tv)
10) Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds, tv)
11) Noah Bennet (Heroes tv)
12) Michael Scofield (Prison Break, tv)?
13) Dr. John 'J.D.' Dorian (Scrubs, tv)
14) Sam Winchester (Supernatural, tv)
15) Chandler Bing (Friends, tv)
16) Jack Bauer (24, tv)
17) Jason Bourne (The Bourne Identity, movie)
18) Westley (The Princess Bride, movie)
19) Captain Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean, movie)
20) Rusty Ryan (Ocean's 11, movie)
21) Detective Mac Taylor (CSI: NY, tv)
22) Detective Danny Messer (CSI: NY, tv)
23) Sheriff Jack Carter (EUReKA, tv)
24) Dr. Nathan Stark (EUReKA, tv)
25) Jonathan Creek (Jonathan Creek, tv)?
26) Dr. James Wilson (House, M.D., tv)
27) Mark Corrigan (Peep Show, tv) ?
28) Fitzwilliam Darcy (Pride & Prejudice)
29) Jools Sivite (Spooks, tv) ?
30) Captain Jack Harkness (Dr. Who/Torchwood, tv)
31) Danny Ocean (Ocean's 11, movie)
32) Jack Bristow (Alias, tv) ?
33) Dr. Owen Harper (Torchwood, tv)
34) The Doctor (Doctor Who, tv)
35) Commodore James Norrington (Pirates of the Caribbean, movies)
~~37) John Winchester (Supernatural, tv)~~
38) Eric Delko (CSI: Miami, tv)
39) Rick Simon (Simon & Simon, tv) ?
40) Ardeth Bay (The Mummy, movies)
42) Gene Hunt (Life on Mars, tv) ?
43) Dean Winchester (Supernatural, tv)
~~44) Giles (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, tv)~~
45) Mick St. John (Moonlight, tv)?
~~46) Mr. Big (Sex and the City, tv)~~
47) Henry Fitzroy (Blood Ties, tv)
48) Tim Riggins (Friday Night Lights, tv) ?
49) Peter Petrelli (Heroes, tv)
50) Logan Echolls (Veronica Mars, tv) ?
51) Rodney McKay (Stargate: Atlantis, tv) Oh hell yes
52) Chris Keller (Oz, tv) ?
53) Mohinder Suresh (Heroes, tv)
54) John Sheppard (Stargate: Atlantis, tv)
55) Dr. Daniel Jackson (Stargate: SG-1, tv) Hell yes
56) Alec McDowell (Dark Angel, tv)
57) Spike (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, tv)
58) Priestly (Ten Inch Hero, movie) ?
59) Jason Teague (Smallville, tv)?
60) Angelus (BtVS, Angel, tv)
61) Logan/Wolverine (X-Men, movie)
62) Jess Mariano (Gilmore Girls, tv)
63) Sam Tyler (Life on Mars, tv) ?
64) Harold Saxon The Master (Doctor Who, tv)?
65) Ianto Jones (Torchwood, tv) yay!
66) Steven Hyde (That 70s Show, tv)
67) Cassidy Casablancas (Veronica Mars, tv) ?
68) Mason (Dead Like Me, tv) ?
69) Robbie Turner (Atonement, movie) ?
70) Derek Reese (Sarah Connor Chronicles, tv)
71) Chris Miles (Skins, tv) ?
72) Tony Stonem (Skins, tv) ?
73) Dexter Morgan (Dexter, tv)
~~74) Reed Garrett (CSI: NY, tv)~~
75) Greg Sanders (CSI, tv)

76) Nick Stokes (CSI, tv)
77) Dick Casablancas (Veronica Mars, tv) ?
78) Charlie Pace (LOST, tv)
79) Merry Brandybuck (Lord of the Rings, movie, book)
80) Pippin Took (Lord of the Rings, movie, book)
81) Chuck Bass (Gossip Girl, tv) ?
82) Ryan Atwood (The OC, tv)
83) Charlie Prince (3:10 to Yuma, movie)
84) Brendan Frye (Brick, movie) ?
85) Seeley Booth (Bones, tv)
86) Noah Calhoun (The Notebook, movie) ?
87) Scott Valens (Cold Case, tv) ?
88) Nate Archibald (Gossip Girl, tv) ?
89) Edward Cullen (Twilight, movie, book)
90) Emmett Cullen (Twilight, movie, book)
91) Louis Connelly (August Rush, movie) ?
92) Alex Karev (Grey's Anatomy, tv)
93) Jake Perry (Sweet Home Alabama, movie)
94) Tyler Gage (Step Up, movie) ?
95) Denny Duquette (Grey's Anatomy, tv)
96) Jake Jagielski (One Tree Hill, tv) ?
97) Dean Forester (Gilmore Girls, tv)
98) Sid Jenkins (Skins, tv) ?
99) Matt Saracen (Friday Night Lights, tv) ?
100) Cappie (Greek, tv)
101) Doug Ross (ER, tv) ?
102) Smith Jerrod (SATC, tv) ?
103) Ted Mosby (HIMYM, tv) ?
104) Spike (Notting Hill, movie) ?
105) Robert Chase (House M.D., tv)
106) Jack O'Neill (Stargate: SG-1, tv)
107) Ned "The Pie Maker" (Pushing Daisies, tv)
108) Jack Sheppard (Lost, tv)
109) Jasper Hale (Twilight, movie, book)
110) Harry Potter (Harry Potter, movie, book)
111) Sirius Black (Harry Potter, movie, book)
112) Sweeney Todd (Sweeney Todd, musical, film)- film version, totally

113) Ron Weasly (Harry Potter, movie, book)
114) Ronan Dex (Stargate: Atlantis, tv)
115) Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter, novel, film)
116) Lucius Malfoy (Harry Potter, novel, film)
117) Don Flack (CSI: NY, tv)
118) Bob Brown (The Unit, tv) ?
119) Don Epps (Numb3rs, tv)
120) Nathan Scott (One Tree Hill, tv)
121) Sayid Jarrah (Lost, tv)
122) Will Turner (Pirates of the Caribbean, movie)
123) Dr. Sheldon Hawkes (CSI:NY, tv)
124) Tim Speedle (CSI: Miami)
125) Andy Bernard (The Office, tv) ?
126) Stephen Colbert (The Colbert Report, tv)
127) Paulie Bleeker (Juno, movie) ?
128) Kevin Doyle (27 Dresses, movie) ?
129) Lawrence Kutner (House M.D., tv)
130) Colby Granger (Numb3rs, tv)
131Jayne Cobb (Firefly, tv)
132) Adam Monroe (Heroes, tv)
133) Julian Sark (Alias, tv) ?
134) Methos (Highlander, tv) ?
135) Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (Buffy/Angel, tv)
136) Wash (Firefly, tv)
137) Carson Beckett (Stargate: Atlantis, tv)
138) Cameron Mitchell (Stargate: SG-1, tv)
139) Daniel Meade (Ugly Betty, tv)
140) Major Lorne (Stargate SG-1/Atlantis, tv)
141) Agent Mulder (The X-Files, tv)
142) The Joker (tv, comic books, movie)
143) Sylar (Heroes, tv)
144) Chuck (Stargate: Atlantis, tv)

145) Zack (Bones, tv)
146) Niles Crane (Frasier, tv) ?
147) Dr. Perry Cox (Scrubs, tv)
148) Gambit (X-men, comics)
148) Captain John Hart (Torchwood, tv)
150) Lestat d'Lioncourt (Vampire Chronicles, movie/book)
~~151) Louis de Pointe du Lac (Vampire Chronicles, movie/book)~~
152) Stephen Hart (Primeval, tv)
153) Dr. Mark Sloan (Grey's Anatomy, tv)
154) Castiel (Supernatural, tv)
155) Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk (The Tudors, tv) ?
156) Speed Racer (Speed Racer, movie)
157) St. John Allerdyce (X-men, movies)
158) Neo (The Matrix, movie)
159) Dorian Grey (The Picture of Dorian Grey, book)
160) John Mitchell (Being Human, tv) ?
161) Simon Tam (Firefly, tv)
162) William Miller (Almost Famous, movie) ?
163) A.J. Crowley (Good Omens, book) ?
164) Samuel T. Anders (Battlestar Galactica, tv) ?
165) Rex Racer/Racer X (Speed Racer, movie)
166) John Crichton (Farscape, tv)
167) Desmond Hume (Lost, tv) ?
~~168) Eric Yorkie (Twilight, movies not book)~~
169) Barney Stinson (HIMYM, tv) ?
170) Kyon (Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, anime) ?
171) Dr. Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds, tv)
172) Daniel Faraday (Lost, tv) ?
173) Will Tippin (Alias, tv) ?
174) Alan Shore (Boston Legal, tv) ?
175) Josh Lyman (The West Wing, tv) ?
176) Artemis Fowl (Artemis Fowl, book)?
177) Arthur (Merlin, tv)
178) Jamie Crawford (The Demon's Lexicon, book) ?
179) Chuck Bartowski (Chuck, tv)
180) Captain Mal Reynolds (Firefly/Serenity, tv, more)
181) Tyler Durden (Fight Club, movie)

182) Remus Lupin (Harry Potter, book, movie)
183) Ando Masahashi (Heroes, tv)
184) Cooper Freedman (Private Practice, tv) ?
185) Lincoln Burrows (Prison Break, tv) ?
186) Seth Cohen (The O.C., tv)
187) Lee Adama (Battlestar Galictica, tv) ?
188) Kirk Gleason (Gilmore Girls, tv) ?
189) Michael Weston (Burn Notice, tv) ?
190) Henry Spencer (Psych, tv)
191) Brian Spilner (Fast and Furious, movie)
192) Dom Torretto (F&F, movie)
193) Rome (Fast and Furious 2, movie) ?
194) Logan Cale (Dark Angel, tv)
195) Pacey Witter (Dawson's Creek, tv) ?
196) Dr Horrible (Dr Horrible's Sing Along Blog, movie)
197) Michael Vaughn (Alias, tv) ?
198) Karl (Love Actually, movie)
199) Charlie Todd (Dawson's Creek, tv) ?
200) Dracula (Bram Stoker's Dracula, movie)
201) Henry Schoonmaker (the Luxe, book) ?
~~202) Severus Snape (Harry Potter, book+movie)~~
203) Russell Hammond (Almost Famous, book) ?
204) William Gallagher (P.S. I Love You, movie) ?
205) Clay Miller (Friday the 13th, movie) ?
206) David Cook (American Idol, tv) ?
207) Owen Hunt (Grey's Anatomy, tv) ?
208) Joey Tribbiani (Friends, tv)
209) Davis Bloome (Smallville, tv) ?
210) Kyle Valenti (Roswell, tv) ?
211) John Casey (Chuck, tv) of course!
212) Charlie Epps (Numb3rs, tv)
213) Doyle (Angel, tv)
214) Michael Guerin (Roswell, tv) ?
215) Alex Whitman (Roswell, tv)?
216) Lex Luther (Smallville, tv)
217) Martin Fitzgerald (Without a Trace, tv)
218) Barty Crouch Jr (Harry Potter, movie)
219) Jozef Kostan (Moonlight, tv)?

220) Dr David Parrish (Stargate Atlantis, tv)

221) David Rossi (Criminal Minds, tv)

223) Carlton Lassiter (Psych, tv)

224) Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four, movies, comics)

spoodlemonkey @ 2009-03-20T23:45:00

2009-03-21T03:45:59Z

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

Yay! Something to do!

Eureka take two (part twelve)

2009-03-05T20:07:43Z

Pairing: Nathan Stark/Jack Carter

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: Approx. 380

Prompt: When they weren't the sheriff and the scientist.

A/N- Part of a series. Five times where they were not the scientist and the sheriff. Five AU's.
I may continue them and make them longer...maybe

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own.

Jack is in Canada following the trail of the man who murdered his uncle. He’s been tailing Goodshaw for weeks now; he’d lost him back in California, but had picked up the trail again a few days later. So he’d gotten Zoe to stay at her mother’s house, explaining that he had ‘official’ work to do and had taken off.

Jack is a bounty hunter with a grudge.

He’s making his way through the woods in the middle of Quebec when the ground gives out from underneath him. All he remembers is falling, hitting the ice and then a freezing cold.

He wakes up later, unsure of where he is or how much time has passed, but warm. He’s naked he realizes, wrapped up in layer, upon layer of blankets in an unfamiliar room.

Jack may be warm and way too comfortable but he doesn’t know where he is and he doesn’t like that, so he gingerly sits up, hissing as the cold air hits his skin and makes to get out of the bed and look around when a voice stops him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He freezes. There’s a man sitting in the corner of the room, hidden by the shadows cast as the sun either sets or rises; he can’t tell. He can’t believe he didn’t notice him before. “I’m not going to pick you up if you collapse again.”

“Who the hell are you?” His voice is rough, and his instincts are screaming at him to get the hell out of there, but he remains. The man smirks and stands and Jack can finally make out what he looks like.

He’s tall, with dark, curly brown hair and twinkling green eyes. Jack can feel his breath stick in his throat.

“Nathan and I saved your life.” He sounds smug. Jack feels horrible. “Now who are you and what were you doing lurking around my property?”

Jack opens and closes his mouth but doesn’t say anything. He used to have a picture of this man, it was worn and torn from the amount of times he would take it out and look at it. The man doesn’t look any older than Jack himself.

He’s the man that killed his uncle.

spoodlemonkey @ 2009-03-05T14:35:00

2009-03-05T19:39:15Z

Oh god. So I can feel my brain melting. I'm having one of those days that just won't end, which is ridiculous, seeing as I've had like no classes today.
I was in the library all morning, then the computer lab and now I'm back in the library... it's an endless circle.
But on the bright side I got to write a lot and pretend that I was working. Great thing about writing is that most of the time, your teachers think you're working. However, in this case I can in fact feel my brains slowly dribbling out my ears as I search in vain for something to do for the next hour before I got to film.
On the bright side, if I'm awake enough, I get to go roller skating tonight! Much fun- I reccomend it to everyone.

I'm thinking of doing a story about pet peeves. Got any?

Bruises

2009-03-05T19:33:09Z

Pairing: McShep, Parrish/Lorne
Fandom: SGA
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1947
Spoilers: Slight mentions of something that happens in season three.
Summary: Why did this kind of thing always seem to happen to him? Hostage situation. Late season three, I suppose but it doesn't really matter.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own

A/N- I've been sitting in the library for like, three hours now. this is what happens when you have nothing to do in class...repeatedly.

Why did this kind of thing always seem to happen to him? Nothing bad ever happened to Ronon (aside from the whole running from the Wraith thing- but that was in the past) but here he was, smartest guy in two galaxies and it looked like he couldn’t even get a late night snack without being attacked. He’d have to work on that.

“Stay back! Stay back or I’ll kill him!” Rodney flinched as the hand gun was pressed more firmly against his temple. There would be a bruise tomorrow; if he made it to tomorrow. The lieutenant was using him as a human shield, every once in awhile jerking him around as he adjusted his position. A thick, meaty arm had wrapped its way around his neck, tight enough to hurt, but still let him breathe.

Truthfully, Rodney McKay was terrified.

They’d been backed into a corner of the mess and Rodney thanked every deity he could think of (Athosian included) that it wasn’t earlier so there was not an insane amount of military personnel wandering around looking for something to shoot. Of course, if it had have been earlier, this probably wouldn’t have happened at all.

Instead, there had been Stackhouse, Chuck, Zelenka and Parrish; the latter of which was currently lying on the floor, clutching a freely bleeding bullet wound to his shoulder. And now there was Elizabeth at the door, ever the diplomat with a group of armed marines.

His quiet night of movies with John flew out the window.

He could see Lorne’s eyes glued to Parrish’s prone figure near Rodney’s feet and knew it was taking all of his will power not to run over to the injured man. The lieutenant wasn’t letting anyone into the room.

“Why don’t you release the hostages and we’ll talk.” The gun pressed tighter against his head. Rodney could see it now, this time tomorrow he’d be lying on a slab in the morgue, gun shot wound to the head, just waiting to be sent back to earth. Maybe they’d give him a nice funeral, something similar to Carson’s. Maybe John would say something nice.

“Stay back I said!” Lieutenant Reid-Reeves, R-something; he knew him briefly from the few times he’d accompanied him around the outer parts of the city.

Parrish groaned from the floor; the gun was removed briefly and aimed at Chuck as the Canadian tried to move to the botanist’s side.

“He needs help.” The gate technician glared defiantly over Rodney’s shoulder at the lieutenant.

“Reeves-“ Elizabeth called out to them. “Let them go and we can talk.” The gun returned to his head. Reeves had at least been smart about his choices in hostages, the smartest man on Alantis, the second smartest man on Atlantis and the gate technician. Talk about luck. If John had have been with him, Reeves would have already been incapacitated on the floor.

“No talking- I want to go home!”

“Home?” Rodney snorted. “Half the people here want to go home and they’re not running around shooting people!” When he was a kid, his parents had always told him that his ability to speak before he thought and not censor his opinions would get him into trouble.

“Shut-up!” The butt of the gun hit the side of his face and he cried out, feeling pain blossom across his cheek. His vision blurred.

“Reeves!” Elizabeth was still trying to get the lieutenants attention away from Rodney, to distract him. They couldn’t get a clear shot with him in the way and wouldn’t risk it with the gun pressed to his head. “You want to go home, right? Back to earth? Release Dr. Parrish and we’ll see what we can do.”

He loved, Elizabeth like an older sister or something- maybe a close cousin but at the moment he would have preferred Ronon with his awesome gun.

His radio lay out of the way on the ground. It hadn’t moved from where it had fallen when he’d tried to stop Reeves from shooting Parrish. The lieutenant’s radio lay smashed on a nearby table.

He’d been traveling through the Stargate for four years and spent most of his free time with John, so he could tell by the straightening of Stackhouse’s back and the way his eyes darted to Reeves, then Rodney, then the floor that he was hearing something through his radio. Then he inclined his head and Rodney knew John was in the area, watching them. Watching him. Some of his panic receded.

“We can’t help you if you don’t let us.” Elizabeth was saying.

“You should listen to her.” Rodney ground out, watching the pool of blood under Parrish grow. Lorne wouldn’t risk everyone else’s lives to save Parrish but Rodney wouldn’t put him in a position where he had to choose. He couldn’t, it would kill Lorne. They needed to get Parrish to Keller.

“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” the beefy arm tightened, cutting off the oxygen to his lungs completely. Rodney panicked, hands flying up to pull at the arm, nails digging into flesh but he would not budge. His chest hurt and dark spots were appearing in his vision. He didn’t want to die- not really and he certainly didn’t want John to see him die. There was yelling but he couldn’t make out what they were saying; it all sounded so far away. He wanted to see John, to tell him he was sorry for working so late, for skipping dinner, for getting dragged into this. Then the arm loosened and he was allowed to breathe again.

“McKay!” Rodney glanced sluggishly up, eyes seeking out Stackhouse. His legs felt like they wouldn’t be supporting him for long. “Are you alright?” He probably had John yelling in his ear, or that deadly quiet thing he did when he wanted to kill someone. He nodded slowly, not trusting his abused throat, quite yet. He’d be fine; he couldn’t have John distracted if they were going to get out alive.

“If you kill him, you won’t be able to get back to earth!” He watched Elizabeth, feeling mildly panicked. “Dr McKay was working on the gate before you grabbed him. Without him it’ll take weeks to get it fixed.”

“It’s true.” Rodney’s voice was gravelly to his own ears.

“Dr Zelenka could fix it.” Reeves countered bringing the gun down and jabbing it into Rodney’s side. Great, he grunted in pain, now he’d have more bruises.

“It would still take Zelenka days to undo what I’ve done.” He told him smugly. “And I won’t do anything if you don’t let the others go now.” For a moment he actually thought that the lieutenant had listened to him.

“You can work with only one foot, right?” Rodney cried out as the gun fired, hitting the ground next to his foot. “Or maybe a knee…”

“Okay! Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Rodney stuttered, eyes pleading with Stackhouse to tell him that John had a clear shot. He shook his head. “Let Parrish go, keep me. He’s injured and a botanist; he’s no use to you.” Please, he begged him silently, please don’t let him die. Parrish had honestly liked Rodney, had honestly wanted to be his friend. He hadn’t judged Rodney.

“Fine.” Reeves finally said. Rodney relaxed slightly, watching as their captor instructed Lorne to come in, unarmed. He got the feeling that Lorne wouldn’t need a weapon to kill Reeves if he stood between him and Parrish. The major shot Rodney a brief look that said both ‘thank you’ and ‘don’t worry, we’ll get you all out’, before silently bending down and picking the unconscious botanist up. He murmured quietly to Parrish when he cried out, calming him. Rodney watched them go and tried to calm himself, looking around, trying to spot a hint of where John may have been hiding. Or maybe Ronon or Teyla would give him some sign of where they were. If they were there.

“I did what you asked,” Reeves called out. “Now let me pass!” He pushed Rodney, forcing him to stumble forwards, the gun still firmly pressed to his head. If they left the room and made it to the gate room what would he do then? He wouldn’t fix the gate if it came down to it. Elizabeth would never allow Reeves to just walk through to earth.

He was a genius for a reason.

He had the semblance of a plan.

Rodney was no light weight; he’d lost weight in the past few years, replaced fat with muscle, but he wasn’t that light. So when he suddenly fell, tripping over his own feet and landing hard on the floor, Reeves had no choice but to go with him.

Then all hell broke loose.

Rodney rolled, using everything John and Ronon and Teyla had been teaching him for four years and fought tooth and nail against his captor. Stackhouse and Chuck raced to their feet, Zelenka right behind them.

He felt all the breath leave his body as a fist sunk into his stomach, and then he was propelled off to the side as Reeves scrambled for the gun, but it was all over by then as his captor fell to the ground, a fresh gunshot wound to his side.

Rodney didn’t move from where he lay, curled up on his side as he waited to the pain in his side to lessen. He wanted to get out of there, get away from the man that now lay a few feet away. There was yelling all around as the room suddenly filled with people.

“Rodney!” He opened his eyes, focusing on breathing evenly as booted feet ran up to him and the owner dropped to his knees next to him. Hands frantically reached out, running over his body, checking him for injuries he couldn’t see. “Rodney- come on buddy, speak to me.”

He waved off the hands, allowing himself to be pulled into a seated position. John stared down at him, worried. He grinned, shakily, reaching out to grasp one of the wandering hands in his own.

“Told you he could handle it.” Ronon glared at the man being led out of the room by a small army of people. “I think I’ll visit Reeves later.” The menacing grin on his face was reassuring.

“Parrish?” Rodney asked. His voice still didn’t sound normal; he didn’t think it would for awhile. John’s eyes flickered to the bruises that had to be forming on his neck. Something dark flickered across his face before it was gone again. It looked like they’d both be having nightmares for a long time to come.

“Keller thinks he’ll be okay.” He said quietly, squeezing Rodney’s hand. Another doctor showed up at his side, but wisely didn’t try to pry Rodney and John apart, working around them instead. They wanted him in the infirmary for observation but Rodney figured he’d be out in an hour or so. John’s puppy dog eyes always did work wonders. If he complained enough maybe they’d release him sooner. The only reason he even wanted to be near the infirmary, which was where Reeves would be, under careful watch, was to visit Parrish and see for himself that his friend was alright.

John squeezed his hand and then helped him carefully to his feet, Ronon on the other side and Teyla hovering nearby incase he were to stumble.

“I’m alright.” He whispered to John, taking in the set jaw and new shadows in his eyes. John had enough shadows in his life as it was, he didn’t want to cause anymore. “I’m alright, we’re fine.” And it was true.

Heart of Gold

2009-03-05T01:16:24Z

Title: Heart of Gold
Pairing: Blue Beetle/Booster Gold
Fandom: Justice League
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1071
Spoilers: For Booster Gold volume one (sort of) and two.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own

Disclaimer: Nope, if I owned, Ted wouldnt be dead now would he????

There were a lot of people that knew Booster Gold was a joke, a disgrace to heroes all around. The same people that knew this knew that he was a hero for the fame and the money; not to mention the women. They also knew that Blue Beetle, when he had been alive, had been Booster Gold’s partner in crime, and had been nearly as insufferable at the Gold hero.

These same people had been the ones who had known about Superboys funeral, but not about the much smaller funeral for Blue Beetle.

Batman had been one of those people. One of the people who saw Blue and Gold’s antics and rolled their eyes or wondered aloud how anyone like with so little regard for others could have made it into the Justice League.

He’d been wrong. Ted Kord had been a genius and one of the greatest heroes he had ever known. Booster had a heart of gold; he also hadn’t been the same since his friend’s death.

There had been rumors, back when they had all been living in the embassy, about Blue and Gold. He hadn’t paid them much attention, so long as the job got done and innocent people were saved, what did he care if they were sleeping together?

Now he sees what the others had been missing. Booster and Beetle hadn’t been sleeping together- he’s almost positive they hadn’t even been together. He knows this because sometimes, when Booster thinks no one is looking, he lets the mask fall. His shoulders sag and the bruises under his eyes are even more prominent. He looks like he’s lost a lot more than his best friend.

Booster Gold had been in love with Blue Beetle.

Its obvious when one looks for it, but everyone else had been so preoccupied with the act they put up to look any further; to really see.

Approximately three people knew that Booster Gold was traveling through time.

Two of them knew what Booster had been willing to sacrifice to save Ted Kord. He thinks he may be the only one that knows the reasons why.

He’s offered to work with Booster, help him, and this is how he meets Rip Hunter and Michelle Carter.

He knows right away that Michelle has no idea what Ted Kord meant to her brother; he sees it in the way she pulls him aside and asks questions about Maxwell Lord, things her brother was apparently reluctant to tell her.

Rip Hunter is another mystery completely. There’s something off in the way he watches the Carters. It’s fond and something else he cannot place. Beetle is only mentioned twice when Hunter is around, but something passes across the mans face at the mention of the deceased hero both times. So he does what every good detective does- he looks for clues.

Hunter hides himself well, very well- but no one has been able to successfully hide themselves from the Batman forever so it’s only a matter of time before he finds something.

Batman grabs a stray hair one day, tucks it into his cape and waits patiently until he can escape back to the Bat cave unnoticed. By now Booster Gold has figured out how to get into the cave without setting off any alarms, so it’s only a matter of time before the other hero shows up. He needs to test his theory before he says anything.

He starts an analysis on the hair, cross referencing it with every DNA profile he has on file and settles in to wait- it’s going to be a long night. Robin takes over patrol for him on the promise of a trip to Africa. He knows Tim is looking into magic and resurrection spells and wonders briefly if the future would be changed for the worse if Booster were to save Superboy, then pushes the thought aside for later when he can run a probability program.

It’s a little after four in the morning when the computer finally beeps, signaling the end of the search. He shifts, feeling pins and needles where parts of his body have fallen asleep, something he rarely allows to happen and opens the file.

He’s not as surprised by the initial result as he should have been.

Carter, Michael flashes across the screen as the first match. Now he understands the fond look on Hunter’s face; he’s with his family.

Then he opens the second file.

It’s more surprising to say the least.

Rip is a time traveler, and if the file is correct, the man hasn’t even been born yet. But he will be, and it will be to two fathers. Michael Carter and Ted Kord.

He can see the resemblance between the pictures of the two men on the screen and the time traveler he had spoken with the previous day. This discovery is incredibly important, but he cannot tell Booster; at least not yet. Because what this means, is that there is hope.

The entrance to the cave opens and Booster floats in, trying and failing to look cheerful; Batman quickly hides the file.

“Hey Bats, I had some ideas I wanted to run by you and I figured since you never sleep…” Booster trails off as he lands, a bundle of energy as he reaches for the nearest object and twirls it around in his hands.

“Booster…” He begins, and then decides not to snap at him about playing with a weapon he confiscated from the Joker because he owes him for the secret he is planning on keeping until the time is right. “There is a way to save Ted.” He says instead, waiting until he has the heroes’ full attention. “You just haven’t found it yet.”

Booster eyes him as though trying to figure out what he knows but eventually gives up because no one can crack the Batman, except the Flash that one time.

“I know there is.” Booster replies.

There were a lot of people who believed Booster Gold to be over confident, over bearing and a narcissist. They didn’t know him. And no one knew him as well as Ted Kord had.

The confidence that the gold hero gives off is not fake or over bearing, it just is.

Batman will help him and maybe one day tell him what he has discovered, but in the mean time, they have a friend to save.

spoodlemonkey @ 2009-03-03T23:10:00

2009-03-04T04:13:22Z

You're on my friends list! I wanna know you. I want to know 33 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, talk every day or already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine. I just want to know you. Copy this and post it with your answers in the comments.

1. Can you cook?
2. What was your dream growing up?
3. What talent do you wish you had?
4. Favorite place?
5. Favorite vegetable?
6. What was the last book you read?
7. What zodiac sign are you ?
8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
9. Worst Habit?
10. Do we know each other outside of lj?
11. What is your favorite sport?
12. Negative or Optimistic attitude?
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15. Tell me one weird fact about you:
16. Do you have any pets?
17. Do you know how to do the macarena?
18. What time is it where you are now?
19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22. What color eyes do you have?
23. Ever been arrested?
24. Bottle or Draft?
25. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it?
26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew?
27. What 's your favorite bar to hang at?
28. Do you believe in ghosts?
29. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
30. Do you swear a lot?
31. Biggest pet peeve?
32. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

1. Can you cook? Eggs...not much else...
2. What was your dream growing up? To be a superhero!
3. What talent do you wish you had? Singing. I am totally tone deaf
4. Favorite place? New Brunswick
5. Favorite vegetable? Patato
6. What was the last book you read? Nightlife- Rob Thurman
7. What zodiac sign are you ? Cancer
8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Four on my ears
9. Worst Habit? Chew on the inside of my mouth
10. Do we know each other outside of lj? Nope
11. What is your favorite sport? Speedball (so weird)
12. Negative or Optimistic attitude? Fairly Optimistic
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me? Collab on Nathan/Jack! (Come up with elevator stories for them)
14. Worst thing to ever happen to you? Hmm...allergic reaction to peanuts
15. Tell me one weird fact about you: I go roller skating twice a week
16. Do you have any pets? two cats, three hamsters and a fish named Ares
17. Do you know how to do the macarena? of course!
18. What time is it where you are now? 10:56 pm
19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary? SCARY!
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? um- lose weight
21. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience? probably a little of both. partner in crime but conscience along for the ride too
22. What color eyes do you have? blue (but they change colour with my clothes)
23. Ever been arrested? nope
24. Bottle or Draft? bottle
25. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it? go to cuba.
26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew? mint/spearmint
27. What 's your favorite bar to hang at? dunno
28. Do you believe in ghosts? yup
29. Favorite thing to do in your spare time? read and write
30. Do you swear a lot? hah- yeah
31. Biggest pet peeve? the people on the subway that stop in the doors or don't move far enough in for others to get on
32. In one word, how would you describe yourself? Odd
33. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you? already did

WIP's

2009-03-03T21:50:49Z

Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!

Chaptered
“You’re coming back to Konoha, teme.”

Danny could hear his breathing, loud and harsh in his eyes, he stroked with his foot, dragging it up Dash’s shin, higher, to his knee, higher to his thigh, his leg was stretched out now; Dash had unconsciously slipped lower in his seat.

“Garth you have to find Wally West, the Flash. Save him, save the world.”

“You slept with Batman?”

Cam cast one last glance at the hedge blocking his path and set off after the bouncing ball of fur, squashing down the wish that he had the original blond with him.

And after all the others left, he was still there, ignoring his own hurt and feeling of betrayal to help Jack heal, because he was raised to believe, that in relationships, you were supposed to push your own pain aside and help the other person if you truly loved them.

One-shots- Not yet written or finished
"If I were a hallucination- wouldn't I know it?"

Anyways, he prided himself for seeing the obvious, so it was a bit of a surprise that he'd waited until he was walking up Brooks front steps to figure it out.

He's not sure how it happens the first time, but they're training one minute and the next he's laying flat on his back on the training mats with Son of Vulcan kneeling between his legs.

He'd thought seeing Hawk in Supergirls costume had been a dream come true- he hadnt seen anything until Mikey had walked out in the mini skirt and cape.

Rodney McKay, self proclaimed genius, was lonely- which was how he found himself down in the dreaded botany labs, avoiding Katie's glares and having lunch with David Parrish while discussing flyboys and their unhealthy attachment to their hair.

Shelves lined the closet, digging into Harry's back as he reached out to steady himself as Draco slipped to his knees.

Points if you can tell me which stories the first couple of lines come from

The True Meaning

2008-12-19T21:44:00Z

Title: The True Meaning
Pairing(s): Rossi/Morgan, Hotch/Reid, Garcia/Kevin Lynch
Word Count: Approx. 1,400
Rating: PG-13 ish
Warnings/Spoilers: Jordan is in this fic. There is unfortunately no JJ. Sorry, I miss her too.
Disclaimer: Don't Own
A/N- Yay, wrote an xmas story
Summary: Rossi's xmas with the BAU, some holiday cheer, an impromptu Christmas party and the chance for something more.

Disclaimer: If I owned Criminal Minds I would be totally be in heaven!!! Unfortunatly, I'm still earth bound.

A/N- So, I love Rossi and Reid and I love them even more with Morgan and Hotch. And wow- Emily is amazing. So, I wrote an X-Mas Story! Happy Holidays!

One week to Christmas and in some lucky twist of fate, they don’t have a new case. He’s never been more grateful for the boredom of finishing all of his backlogged reports. His hand is aching by the time he decides to take a break, so with a sigh, he stands, places his glasses on his desk and stretches. Which is incidentally why he catches sight of Emily dashing across the bullpen, up the stairs and into the conference room, arms laden with…wrapping paper.

He has nothing better to do, and his curiosity is piqued, so Dave slips out of his office with a quick glance around then heads to the conference room. Hotch’s office door is closed, and Jordan is still working away in her own office, but Reid, Emily and Morgan are all missing from their desks.

Dave pauses outside the door, noticing how it’s only open a crack as though they don’t want anyone to know what they’re doing. Now he’s really curious to figure out what the three of them are up to.

He silently pushes the door open and sticks his head in, hearing the faint sounds of Christmas music, coming from a radio in the corner. They’ve moved the conference table off to the side somehow; it now has chips and dip covering it.

Streamers were on the walls, the ceiling, everywhere. It is like the room has had a complete makeover and in the middle of it sits Derek, Reid and Emily on the floor, chatting happily while they wrap various boxes that lay scattered around them.

Derek spots him first, a quick glance to the door followed by a wide smile and Rossi can feel his own in return. Reid squeaks when he spots Dave at the door, hastily shoving a few boxes behind him and Emily gestures for him to come in and join them. It really is an entertaining sight.

“What’s going on?” He asks as he steps in and closes the door behind himself. Derek moves some of the boxes out of the way and gestures for him to sit, so he does feeling older bones creak slightly.

“Christmas!” Reid exclaims cheerfully. There’s a new spark in his eyes. It’s reminiscent of a child on Christmas morning. He forgets how young Reid is sometimes.

“We’re wrapping presents.” Emily explains. There’s a neat pile of well wrapped presents next to her. She displays them like trophies, proud of her work.

“And the decorations?” Dave asks, waving a hand at the streamers and sprigs of mistletoe.

“We’re throwing a party!” Reid’s good mood is contagious, he realizes as his grin widens.

There’s a thump from outside and a muffled grunt. He glances at the closed door, then gets up and opens it to see what’s going on, on the other side. He’s met by a tree. A fur tree, standing there and blocking the doorway. It’s not an exceptionally large tree, but it’s big enough. He has this weird feeling that there is someone on the other side of the tree.

“Hotch!” Reid scrambles to his feet and gracefully slips around him and the tree and out into the hall where he suspects Hotch is. And here he’d thought their fearless leader had been working on paperwork.

There’s muffled laughter coming from the other end of the tree as it shifts and then Dave has to duck out of the way as it suddenly starts to fall towards him. Emily darts in front of him and grabs the tree, directing it through the door, while Derek grabs his arm and tugs him out of the way of the wayward tree.

“Alright, freeze!” Emily calls out suddenly, still holding the tree. Reid and Hotch both automatically stop, looking around for whatever the problem is. Emily grins, a slow, way to happy, grin. “Mistletoe.” Five sets of eyes drift up to above the door frame. Reid turns an interesting shade of red, then glances almost shyly over at Hotch. Hotch is already leaning over the branches to meet him in the middle.

There’s a startled ‘eep’ from behind them all, interrupting the kiss just as it gets started. He can’t stop the muffled laughter that escapes him at Jordan’s confused look. Derek’s in hysterics next to him as Emily, Hotch and a vividly red Reid, finally get the tree into the room and up on a stand in the corner.

Dave ends up on the floor with Emily and Jordan, deftly wrapping presents while Jordan sticks gift tags to them when they’re not paying attention. Derek wanders off in search of Garcia and Kevin Lynch and whoever else they were planning on kidnapping for this impromptu party, but his attention keeps drifting over to the corner where Reid and Hotch are decorating the tree, talking quietly, sharing small smiles between the two of them. They’re lucky, he thinks- to have found one another.

Dave nearly jumps out of his skin as the music suddenly gets turned up and the plasma turns itself on. They glance around in confusion, then the video starts rolling and he realizes what’s going on. Garcia makes her entrance at that moment, wearing a green and red dress with ginger bread men on it and mistletoe in her hair. Kevin is glued to her side, gazing at her adoringly.

“And this, my sweets, is my present to you.” She gestures at the plasma. The lights are dimmed as they gather around, making themselves comfortably on the floor or leaning against the wall. The video starts and he’s surprised to see himself, standing on a chair in his office, quoting Shakespeare. He can just make out Emily and J.J in the background of the video laughing, while they sit on the floor in front of his desk. Dave blushes at the memory, mentally cursing himself for agreeing to do that in the first place, then the image shifts and the video continues.

The video ends twenty minutes later and receives resounding applause then the party begins. The tree looks great, especially with the various decorations. A lot of them are home made. People from around the building drift in and out, enjoying the celebrations; he looks up at one point to see that Emily has cornered Reid for a dance, which Hotch watches, amused from the side lines.

Dave glances over to where Derek is slouched against the wall, chatting with Kevin. The younger man spots him looking and smiles, a slow, easy smile that makes Rossi’s mouth go dry. He returns the smile, surprised when Derek excuses himself and makes his way over to him.

“So, a Christmas party, huh?” Dave says when Derek joins him.

“It seemed like everyone needed it.” They did. They’re all incredibly lucky that their party hasn’t been interrupted by any cases.

“How did you get Hotch to agree to get the tree?” It’s not that Hotch is a scrooge; he just has trouble picturing the man agreeing to go out and pick up a six foot tree.

“Oh that, that was easy.” Derek grins and leans in closer, sliding an arm around his shoulders. Rossi soaks up the warmth, leaning into the hard body next to his. “I just got Reid to ask, and then mentioned Reid’s less than great past Christmas’.” Hotch would do anything for Reid.

“Ingenious.” Dave smirks, which softens as he follows Derek’s line of sight above his head to where a sprig of mistletoe hangs. His breathing speeds up slightly, his gaze drawn to the lips that seemed to be growing closer to his own. No one is paying them any attention anyways, he figures. Their lips meet in a slow easy kiss and he groans without meaning to, his fingers seeking out and resting on the slim hip.

Then a flash goes off and they pull back startled. Emily grins, quickly stuffing the camera into her pocket before she goes off to visit with Jordan. Somehow he gets the feeling he’s going to get a copy of that picture for Christmas. The holidays turn Emily into the ultimate match maker.

Dave turns his gaze back to Derek. They’re still close, Derek’s arm sitting loosely on his shoulders. The younger man smiles sheepishly at him, but there’s a spark of heat in the brown eyes. So Dave says what the hell, and leans back in to continue where they had left off. It’s almost Christmas; maybe he can have someone in his life too.

Drabble A Day 4

2008-12-09T19:37:14Z

Pairing: Shawn Spencer/Carlton Lassiter
Fandom: Psych
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 442
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own

The Eight times Shawn Spencer knew (or at least suspected) that Carlton Lassiter loved him.

When Shawn walked into the police department looking for Lassy and Jules and had accidentally overheard Lassiter yelling at a new recruit. It wasn’t until later that he heard from Buzz that the detective had been lambasting the recruit for making lewd comments about Shawn.

When Shawn had lost his pineapple smoothie (made just the way he liked it), in a foot chase. They ultimately caught the guy because of Shawn’s quick thinking, but he lost his smoothie that he had waited half an hour in line for. Later, when they were finishing up at the precinct, a fresh smoothie had been thrust into his hands and Lassiter had disappeared before Shawn could even say thank you.

The time that Shawn had been stalked by some crazed fan and Lassiter had been stuck guarding him. The older man could have made him stay locked inside the house at all times- instead he allowed himself to be dragged out to see the new Iron Man movie and then to get Chinese afterwards. Shawn found out after his stalker had been caught that Lassy had volunteered for the assignment.

When Shawn had had enough of his father and of life in Santa Barbara, had hopped on his motorcycle and taken off after a really tough case; only to be stopped on the outskirts of town by a red Crown Vic. He probably wouldn’t have come back if it had been anyone else.

The time when they had been down at the docks, and he’d been stupid and had had a gun pointed at him, only to not feel the bullet hit him, but a hard body instead. The rush to the hospital was a blur with Shawn riding in the ambulance and Lassiter on the stretcher, bleeding from his stomach and not really conscious.

As Carlton Lassiter, most straight edged cop in Santa Barbara pinned him to the wall in his apartment and promptly sunk down to his knees to finally give into something that had been building from the beginning.

When Shawn showed up at his dads house for some dinner his dad had insisted he come to and found Carlton sitting on the front porch with his dad, drinking a beer. Apparently it was his father’s version of a new ‘family’ dinner.

When Shawn bought a ring, made a fancy dinner for two and promptly set the food on fire. He’d bumbled his way through an apology and an explanation and Carlton had just smiled, nodded and said yes.

Drabble A Day 3

2008-12-08T01:38:24Z

Drabble A Day-
Pairing: Jacob Black/Edward Cullen
Fandom: Twilight
Spoilers: None, I believe
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own
A/N- my first attempt at this pairing...of course if i had it my way, Jacob and Edward would be best buds and in love, yadda yadda...
Word Count: 165

They can’t ever be friends. It just doesn’t work that way- there’s too much already set in stone that prevents it.

Bella wants them to be friends, to get along. She keeps pushing and pushing until one night they agree to meet, just to see if they won’t kill each other.

Something begins to boil beneath the surface the second they step into the room; just the two of them. But the mutt didn’t smell as bad and the leech didn’t feel as horribly cold.

It begins with an unwilling truce and ends with rumbled sheets and sweat slicked bodies moving in tandem.

Afterwards, Bella is happy they’re at least decent to one another and if Edward enjoys the heat coming from the mutt more than any one else and Jacob conceals secretive smiles meant for the leech, from others, well it’s merely the conditions that have molded their truce.

Werewolves and Vampires aren’t meant to be friends- but what they have isn’t exactly friendship.

Drabble A Day 2

2008-12-05T03:12:47Z

Hmm, I'm in a mood to write, so I've made my second one tonight...yay...

Pairing: Chuck/Casey
Fandom: Chuck
Rating: 14 ish...swearing, some mention of sexual stuff...sort of
Word Count: 306 (almost 100 longer than the last one!)
Spoilers: None

Casey- Casey’s not a nice guy. Chuck knows this. He knows Casey gave up the dream of a white picket fence, wife, 2.5 kids and a dog, but the thing is, he can’t see Casey in that dream. ‘Cause Casey is adrenaline and guns and muscles and will kick your ass if you cross him or if he just feels like it. He’s pretty much everything Chuck isn’t.

That isn’t to say that Chuck can see himself living the ‘white picket fence’ dream either. He’s not really sure where he fits in.

Casey was all for living in the moment and protecting the country (and Chuck) and not giving a damn what people thought of him. Chuck admired it- most of the time; found it incredibly hot the rest.

It’s not like he can see himself settling down with Casey; he wants to be able to, but with the life they lead, he won’t let himself think about it (too much) and he’s pretty sure Casey does the same.

But there are times when they’re in Casey’s bed, the big man above him, in him, all around him, and a look crosses his face- like he can see himself waking up next to Chuck every morning and working 9 to 5 at BuyMore and that’s generally all it takes to send Chuck over the edge.

So Casey’s not exactly a nice guy- he kills people, a lot. Maims others. Most of the time it’s to protect Chuck, though.

And maybe Chuck can’t see either of them living the ‘white picket fence’ dream; sometimes it doesn’t matter. Sometimes what they have- muscles, guns, adrenaline, fighting for their lives, Casey kissing him, reminding each other they’re alive, not quite whispering I love you- is enough. Who needs white picket fences anyways? They just got dirty and aged badly.

Drabble A Day

2008-12-05T02:54:50Z

So, to get myself to write more, I've decided to try and write a drabble a day. Key word being try. I'm thinking from any movie/tv show/book that comes to mind- but I'm going to try for a drabble a day...some may turn out longer than others and I may end up with six or seven a day...depends on my mood.
Anywho- without further ado, I present the first drabble a day!

Pairing: Kutner/Cole
Fandom: House
Rating: PG-13
Words: 208
Spoilers: Only for Season 4, Episode 8- You Don't Want to Know (or the one where Kutner and Cole are on a date)

He should be mad that his friend sold him out, should be pissed off that he offered to take this guys kid to the zoo and he repays him by offering him up to be fired. They had hung out and gotten drunk and screwed around (once, because of the alcohol and no more because of stupid Mormon guilt), hell, he had even taken his kid to a movie- they had been friends.

And yet, afterwards, when he’s watching Cole clean out his locker, Kutner doesn’t feel as mad as he should. He feels hurt and betrayed, but not mad.

So he goes over and silently helps Cole finish cleaning his life out of the locker and tries hard not to think about how this is going to affect Cole’s kid. He’s a great doctor- he’ll get offers somewhere; it stings that it won’t be with Kutner.

The other man looks surprised when he suggests they go get a beer but agrees nonetheless. So they go find some half decent bar that’s not too loud and get piss drunk while Cole resolutely doesn’t think about how they’re going to end up between the sheets and Kutner thinks that he probably likes this guy just a little too much.

Eureka take two (part eleven)

2008-11-29T18:22:25Z

Pairing: Jack Carter/Nathan Stark
Rating: PG-13...at the most
Word Count: Approx. 950
Spoilers: The barest mention of something from season two, but it's not really noticable.
Prompt: Secret Smile

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own

Pairing: Jack Carter/ Nathan Stark

Established (sort of), K+, Prompt: Secret Smile

Word Count: Approx. 950

There are bags under his eyes; his face is pale, hell- he’s not even sure when the last time he ate or slept was. The nap that Henry forced him to take earlier didn’t count; his dreams haunted by equations and he woke feeling worse than before.

Part of him knows that he has to be more careful or they’ll figure it out. Then Nathan Stark looks down at the person lying in the infirmary, as pale as the sheets below him and a small part of him says screw it- let everyone know that he’s in love with Jack Carter. But if they were to figure it out, then Jack would find out. He’s not sure how he feels about that. Sex is one thing, loving someone puts you on the line to be burned.

Hours later Nathan is hovering, waiting (praying- though he’s not religious) that this treatment will work. His data pad is clutched tightly in his hands, working as a shield from his own demons.

Henry and Fargo are tense next to him; Allison having left a little while ago to take care of Kevin. He understands, but still something nags at him that if she felt for the Sheriff like she claimed she did- she would not have left.

Nathan doesn’t even technically work at Global anymore, but as soon as he had heard what had happened, he had been there, demanding to help. He didn’t trust anyone else to bring their Sheriff back. He chooses not to think about when he apparently had joined the Sheriffs fan club; the club that was currently gathered in the waiting room, holding a collected breath.

Something that has been sitting, pressing down on his chest, unclenches at the low groan coming from their patient. Nathan allows himself to be pushed back from the bed slightly as Henry explains to Jack what happens; but he doesn’t let the awake, albeit irritated man out of his sight. Belatedly he discovers a wide grin on his face and has to stifle it slightly, make it smug- but he suspects that Henry already caught it.

He tinkers with his data pad, wanders around checking Jacks vitals, but can’t bring himself to leave just yet. Not like the other times when he left Jack with Zoe, or even Abby or Allison. None of them are there now.

“Hey scientist.” Nathan’s head shoots around at the nickname. Henry has left presumably to get Zoe and the others and Fargo has gravitated to the other side of the room. He has maybe a few minutes before the others come rushing in, like always and he has to share this man again.

“Sheriff.” Nathan replies, the word coming out gruffer than he had intended. The bright smile is threatening to make reappearance again as he moves to stand next to the bed.

“I hear I have you to thank again.” Nathan frowns slightly, but tries not to let it show by passing Carter the glass of water next to his bed.

“Quite a few people would have been heartbroken had you died, Carter.” Like me. He falls easily into a disinterested façade. He has perfected it over the years.

“Oh, really?” A small smile is directed at him and he can feel his walls crumbling around him. He needs to get out of there- fast, before he is found out.

“Your fan club will be in, in a minute.” He tells the man, stepping back from the bed slightly, his data pad once again a shield from everything around him; from this man. “I have some work to do.”

Jack doesn’t mention the fact that Nathan doesn’t work at Global anymore, at least not at the moment. Instead he reaches out, his limbs still weak from the virus, but he pushes until his arm is outstretched- for Nathan.

“Don’t go.” Jack commands. Normally an insult would be on the tip of his tongue, but they had come so close this time to losing this man; he has no witty come back. Nathan can feel his feet pulling him back over to the bed, his hand hesitantly reaching out and threading with the Sheriffs. He’s putting himself on the line, something he swore he would never do again- it’s too easy to get hurt; but he can’t stop himself.

“You’ll be fine now.” The relief is obvious in his voice; if Jack can’t figure it out now, then he’s been giving the man too much credit.

“Henry said you forced them into letting you work on the serum.” Nathan opens and closes his mouth a few times; the great Nathan Stark is speechless, who would have thought it possible? “Thank you.” It’s so sincere and the blue eyes seem to be trying to tell him something, but he’s not sure what. Nathan squeezes the hand in his instead, slightly surprised when he’s insistently pulled closer to the man on the bed.

“Zoe will be here in a moment.” He reminds Jack, but he’s just tugged closer.

“It’ll be fine.” Nathan wonders for a moment if he can do this, if he can just out himself to Eureka like this, for this man. If he can just let the entire town see that he’s not as cold and calculated as he makes himself out to be. “Come here.”

Maybe it’s worth it, Nathan decides, allowing him to be pulled onto the bed to tangle his limbs with the blonde mans. He carefully wraps his arms around Jack; head pillowed on the Sheriffs shoulder and forces himself to relax. He’s not sure what he’s signed himself up for, or if he’s even ready for it- but he’s willing to face it head on.