Dangerous Stories

A Trip To Your Local Stripclub. PG, or so. SPN. Dean/Castiel.

2009-05-07T02:51:41Z

A Trip To Your Local Stripclub
By: Me

Rating: I have no idea. PG, PG-13? Though I doubt the latter. Sure, there's a little swearing, but I think PG would cover that. XD I always sucked at the rating thing.

Summary: The Boys and Castiel go to a stripclub. That's pretty much it. Oh, they are actually working but yeah, pretty much. lol.

A/N: I did this losercase thing at Mishaland and so there was this whole Dean & Castiel go to a stripclub, and somehow this happened. This is why I don't write fanfic anymore. XD Or write that much at all, at least so people can see. *Shrugs* And you can totally blame a certain stripper on thestraychild, and by the way, she looks like Mila Kunis. The stripper, that is.

Anyways I hope you at least kinda enjoy it. lol. At least it's weirdness and slight cracky-ness. i know it's not that cracky, but it's a little cracky. And I now totally need some sleep.

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"Dean, you are not taking an Angel to a strip club." Sam told his older brother, who was looking over at Castiel who had picked up a book they had been using for research.

"Come on, Sammy. It won't hurt him or anything, They're just half-naked and naked women. Probably nothing new to him." Dean told him him, and shook of Sam's hand that had been placed on his shoulder.

"Hey, Cas! Wanna go to a strip club with me?" Dean asked the Angel who looked up from the book he'd been leafing through and did that headtilt thing of his.

"Alright." Castiel told him, throwing the book on the bed closer to him and went for the door, not waiting for Dean.

"Don't wait up, Sam." Dean told him, with a well-known smirk plastered all over his face before closing the motel door.

"Wait, I'm coming with you." Sam told them, grabbing the door just before it manages to close and grabs the motel key of the table.

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"Why are we here, Dean?" Castiel asked him, when they got to the stripclub of their (well, Dean's) choice and were seated.

"Because one of these ladies might be a succubus. Why else would we be here?" Dean told him, while his eyes followed what was going on the stage.

"I don't know. I thought maybe you just brought me here to try and shock me." Castiel told him, while he looked over Dean's face as he kept on watching one of the strippers.

"Would I do that to you, Cas?" Dean asked him, tearing his eyes away from the stripper (who had a pair of wings tattoed on her back) and throwing a grin in Castiel's direction.

"Yes, you would. So is that what you are doing?" Castiel asked Dean, who had gone back to watching that stripper as a waitress came over to them to take their drink orders.

"No. There really..." Dean started to say when their waitress actually bent down and kissed Castiel's cheek.

"Actually I could believe that too, but he's actually telling the truth." Sam told Castiel, but he didn't notice the waitress-kissing thing because his eyes were still glued to that brunette stripper with the wing tattoos.

But the weird thing is that it didn't seem to disturb the Angel at all. Like he got kissed by women in strip clubs all the freaking time. Who knows, maybe this is where he spent his time when not fighting or bugging them.

"Hey, you. We haven't seen you around here lately. Where have you been... and who are your yummy looking friends?" The red haired lady asked Castiel, while looking over Sam & Dean as she proceeded to SIT DOWN ON HIS LAP!

"Rory, these are Sam and Dean Winchester. Dean is a good but sometimes infuriating man. Sam is as well. But maybe a little less annoying." Castiel told her, with a slight smile on his face while she was STILL ON HIS LAP like she belonged there.

"Hi. You better be keeping our boy happy here, Dean. He deserves it." Rory told him, before standing up again and grabbing her notepad and pencil from the small table. She seemed to have ignored Sam, but he was occupied with watching the tattooed stripper anyways so he didn't even notice.

"Umm, okay." Dean told her, before she took his order and walked away. "What the hell was that? How do you know her?"

"I have been here a few times. The women are very nice. I haven't seen her a lot, but they are most of them very nice." Castiel told him, like it was totally normal for an Angel of the freaking lord to frequent stripclubs. Off course, maybe it was and they just didn't know about it but he doubted that was the case.

"Why?" Dean asked him, trying to get an straight answer from him and not expecting any help from Sam who had his eyes glued to that one particular stripper. Figures he'd be no help when it came to these things.

"Why what?" Castiel asked him, looking at him in that headtilty way of his with the crazy blue eyes and everything. Dean wondered if it was an Angel thing or if the vessel really had such blue damn eyes.

"Why have yo..." Dean was asking him when he was rudely interrupted by the the tattooed stripper that had been up on stage but was now wearing what little clothes she had on before and was practically on Cas's lap too except she stopped just short of that and bounced on the balls of her feet.

"Uncle Castiel!" The brunette yelled and gave him a bigger grin like the one before, and hugged him by throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing real tight. If he was human he might have suffocated already.

"Angel, how are you?" Castiel asked her, when she let go of his neck and sat down on their tiny damn table. She must not weight a lot if that table could withstand her and all. Sam is still silent and focusing on her, while she seemed clueless to his existence and was focusing solely on Castiel. What was up with Castiel and the women in this strip club!? Okay, so he's not bad looking or anything, but come on, this was just getting weird.

"Oh, I'm fine. Fine as I'll ever be." She told him, and flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked away from Castiel to look Dean over. Sam was behind her so she maybe hadn't noticed him or something, because she didn't crane her neck to look him over.

"Cas, who is this?" Dean asked him, getting kinda annoyed by her. Sure, she's hot and a stripper and all that but there was definitely something off about her and he didn't trust her for a second. Not after what happened the last time they were in a stripclub looking for something supernatural.

"And why did you call her Angel?" Sam piped up from behind her back, and probably did not notice when she rolled her eyes before turning around and giving him a tense smile that said 'back off, buddy'. Ouch, he did not have a fan in her.

"That's my name, assholes. I'm a... a friend of the family. Who are these jokers?" Angel told them, in a fucking biting tone. And she was totally going to say something else, but said friend of the family instead. Seriously, how are you friends of THAT family?

"Hunters. But don't worry, they don't want you. They want a succubus they say is around here." Castiel told her, looking around the dark lit establishment.

"Why would we want you?" Dean asked her, because he couldn't see Cas associate with anything evil but then Angel's were kind of dicks from what they had seen from other's of his kind so who knew, right?

"I'm something special, but I'm not saying. You're not worth it yet." Angel told them, smiling so sweetly it could rot your teeth and give you a heart attack with underlying malice that implied she would have to kill you if she told you.

"Well, you're just charming. You think you can help us?" Dean told her, giving her a smile of his own but the distrust was still shining in his eyes because he never did seem to be able to cover up his emotions properly.

"I don't know. What do I get outta it?" Angel told them, as she hopped down from the table and grabbed a chair from the next table. Why she didn't just do that in the first place was anyone's guess.

"Angel." Castiel told her, in that tone of voice he had used when he threatened to throw Dean back into hell if he didn't show him some respect.

"Cassy!" Angel just half-yelled back, all pouting lips and puppy eyes. Huh, her puppy eyes could almost beat Sam's puppy eyes which said something about her.

"Do not call me that." He told her, all stern and fatherly and shit. She just grinned and rolled her eyes at him like a teenager rolling their eyes at their parents. Though she was definitely not a teenager anymore from the looks of it anyways.

"Fiiinnee. Sometimes you're no fun at all. I'll help, but can I keep Stretch over there when we're finished?" Angel asked, and pointed at Sam with a manicured fingernail and an unsettling sweet smile that even scared Dean a little but Sam looked like he might say yes.

"Angel, he is not a thing you can keep." Castiel told her, and she looked like she might be about to protest that but then she just gave up and sank lower into her chair, pouting some more along the way.

"Awww. Okay, okay. I'll help with your stupid case." Angel told them with the same pout on her face and looked at Sam strangely. Who knows what kinda creature she was and they were asking for her help? Didn't seem like the greatest idea to Dean, but if Cas trusted her she couldn't be all that bad.

"Thank you." Castiel told her, and actually gave her a little smile which she just ate up and beamed.

"Okay, that's settled. Can we get some work done?" Dean asked them, and wondered if they'd get this done before tomorrow so they could get the hell out of here and away from this weird place and the women who wanted to sit on his Angel's lap.

"Aww, your boy has work ethics. That's so cute, Castiel." Angel practically squealed, and reached over to Dean to pat his knee which was just not cool at all. He was no one's boy, he was his own man. And he's NOT cute. Well, not in that way. Cute sounds bad. Not manly at all.

"Dean, don't. So, you uh, know Castiel well?" Sam told him, putting a hand on his chest before he did something really stupid and instead asked Angel again about her connection to Castiel.

"Umh, yeah. We already established that, silly." Angel told him, reaching over and patting him hard on the shoulder like he was a slow child or something while rolling her eyes before turning her attention back to Castiel.

"Yeah, I know. I mean umh, you said friend of the family but if you know what he is and all then how can you..." Sam said, mumbling his way through something and being uncharacteristically bumbling and mumbling which was hilarious to Dean because it was good to know that a really hot girl still tied him up a little at least. He kinda missed that.

"Sam, I think we should get back on track with matters." Castiel told him, probably having noticed the same thing as Dean had and was not too pleased with it. She had called him Uncle Castiel which is just very weird and slightly creepy and god knows what, so he was probably not cool about Sam drooling all over her.

"Yeah. Let's get back to the soul-sucking, murdering succubus who also robs you blind." Dean told them, to thwart any upcoming troubles between Cas and Sam. They so did not need that on top of everything.

"How can I help?" Angel asked, but she didn't sound very enthusiastic about it because she was just looking at her manicured fingers and then biting at one that was not like the others or something.

"Who's pretty new around here?" Sam asked her, and she kinda shrugged her shoulders a bit before speaking up.

"Rory. But she just went outside to have a smoke, maybe she took that time and left." Angel told them, looking around looking for the red head who had made Castiel's lap her home earlier. And she never even brought Dean his drink, succubus and a sucky waitress.

"We'll check that out. You take Sam with you and look for her, me and Cas will go and look for over there." Dean told them and stood up from his chair so they could get going, but he was the only one who looked ready to go.

"No." Angel said to him, and just sat there on her chair with a grin and s shake of her head.

"No? What?" Dean asked her, because he was this close to throttling her. He wasn't sure how cool Cas would be with that, but no matter how hot she was she was really getting on his damn nerves.

"Cas, you take Sam. I'll take Dean." She told them, finally getting up and looking straight at Dean when she ordered them around like she was the boss all of a sudden.

"Hey..."

"I wouldn't argue with her." Castiel just pointed out to Dean, who had started to argue. Because really, you did not want to argue with her, she usually won and sometimes there was blood.

"Let's go then." Dean told her, on the end of a sigh and she just grinned and waved Bye to Castiel & Sam before leading dean off to get her coat before they went off searching for Rory, the red haired possibly Succubus.

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"What are your intentions regarding Angel?" Castiel asked Sam, when Dean and her were off to look for Rory outside the club.

"Well, what are your intentions towards Dean? Besides the whole Apocalypse?" Sam bit back, at him and looked over the club trying to look for the redhead that Dean had described to him.

"What do you mean?" Castiel asked him, turning away from where he'd been looking towards where you went backstage and looked at Sam, who just had one eyebrow raised all Well?

"Come on, like anyone could miss the looks you give each other when you think the other isn't looking. It's kinda funny how you two are kinda clueless." Sam told him, and Castiel just looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"It's frowned upon." Castiel told him, and walked away and really, what else was there to expect from an Angel of the lord?

"What is? That he's human or that he's a guy and you're possessing one too." Sam asked him, as he caught up with Castiel while they sneaked backstage and started looking for Rory there. It totally should not be that easy to get backstage, but maybe Castiel used some of his Angel-mojo to get them there.

"Humans and Angels do not match. Or so we are told. They do not want so many Nephilim again." Castiel told him, with this blink and you'll miss it shrug of his shoulders. They poke a little more around there but don't find her. And get some curious glances from people that seemed to suspect that they shouldn't be there but seemed too chicken to speak up.

"She's obviously not here, we should just go join Dean and Angel outside." Sam suggested to Castiel, who nodded his consent while starting at a lady who wanted to do something not so angelic to him.

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Off course, just as they stepped out of the club they run straight into her where she seemed to be off in a hurry, and not looking where she was going because she walked straight into Castiel's arms. Though she only looked shocked for a moment before she kissed him until Sam pried her off. Then she went for him, but never had the chance because she was hauled off him and slammed into the wall of the club by a very annoyed looking Angel.

"Sweetie, why run away? We were having such a nice talk." Angel ground out, slamming the redhead into the wall once again just for good measures.

"Angel, where's Dean?" Castiel asked her, but then he saw Dean walking towards them slowly with a strange smile on his face.

"Sorry. She ambushed us when we got outside, whammied him. Kinda had to beat him off and then deal with her." Angel told both Castiel and Sam, who looked like he was rather surprised by how much butt she was kicking.

"Honey, you could have told me you're not all human. We could have had so much fun." Rory told her, with a dirty smirk on her face and obviously trying to lure Angel into something.

"Oh, fuck you. Go to sleep." Angel told her, before knocking her out with what looked a lot like Castiel's fingers to the forehead thing. "My Daddy was the Angel of death." Angel told a slightly gaping Sam, while Castiel had gone over to see How Dean was doing.

"So, you're half-Angel? I have some demon blood in me. I thought you were supposed to be giants. I mean, you are a Nephilim, right?" Sam asked her, kinda sheepish and tiny bit awed. Totally ignoring the fact that Dean & Castiel were basically making out like teenagers not that far from them.

"Naw, it's just something historians got wrong. It's mostly the strength and all that, demon boy. Your brother better not make Castiel fall or something. Because most Angels are assholes and they need someone like Castiel up there." Angel told him, nodding in their direction but not looking directly at them because just eww, too much information.

"Don't worry, the guilt would kill him. He'll probably blame it on the Succubus magic thing you said she did to him." Sam told her, as Rory groaned from the ground and Angel gave her a swift kick before grinning at Sam.

"Good. Now what ya say we go have some fun of our own, Stretch after we dispose of this?" Angel told him, with a dangerous look in her eyes.

"Okay, sure." Sam told her, which made her jump up and down in joy.

"Goody. Now lets get the horny teenagers, Succubus and get out of here before anything more happens." Angel told him, picking up the unconscious woman. Apparently it was Sam's job to split up the happy couple and get them moving towards the Impala parked out front.

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The End.

Morning. TTM # 59. PG. Alana & Sarah.

2007-09-08T05:34:32Z

Fandom: Only my own. :p

Prompt: #59-Desolate

Warnings: Talk of blood and some black thoughts.

Rating: PG

Summary: It's the day after and the girls have a little chat.

A/N: Credits for the photos and font are here: Click ME! except the cross which is found here: Click Me!. I have no idea what that brush is called which I used for Sarah's wings, but if you know then let me know and I'll credit. :)

Former parts (Recommended reading):
Falling
Biting
Evening

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It's 10 in the morning when Alana comes down for breakfast the next day. She only finds Sarah in the sun filled kitchen enjoying a bowl of plain old cheerios with some sliced down bananas and milk. You could call the place otherwise desolate and that Alana had the relative of the hangover visiting this morning. Hardly the first time though.

"Where is Mary?" Alana asked her, as she sat down across from Sarah and groaned at the radio playing. It wasn't even loud music, just some light morning tunes at a moderate setting.

"She left around 9 this morning. I don't know where she went off to, I never know. Are you okay, Alana?" Sarah asked her because of course Alana looked like hell. Alana just gave her the evil red eye. Sarah can't understand how Alana can stand those contact lenses at all. All the time, she's never without them.

But she doesn't voice that out loud, only hands her red-eyed friend a glass of water and two pills that had been hiding behind this ceramic bowl full of fruit. Alana accepted it and mumbled a thanks, before she knocked them back swiftly with a gulp of water then leaving the room with only a crisp red apple as her breakfast.

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When Sarah was washing her bowl in the sink later on in came Alana with the apple core to throw away and had also dressed for the day. She watched quietly as Alana threw it away and noticed the bruised part of Alana's neck with the bite marks there for all the world to see. Sarah wondered if she should mention it or just ignore it. But it's pretty damn hard to ignore something like that when it's not covered up.

"Why do you let him do that to you?" She finally blurted out of herself, which made Alana look up from where she had started to read the paper.

"It's non of your business." Alana just told her, as she put down the paper and walked out of the kitchen into the living room but Sarah followed her.

"I'm worried about you. I mean, just look at your neck. It's a mess. What would Mary say?" Sarah asked her and pointed at her neck which she had put her hands over. At first Alana just glared at her, but Sarah doesn't falter and in the end Alana just sat down on the living room couch and sighed.

"Because I like it. It makes me feel numb and happy for a bit." Alana told her, which made Sarah sit down next to her looking all very worried and weirdly maternal looking which is just stupid because Alana might be older than her when it comes down to it.

"Why do you need that? I thought you were happy already." Sarah told her, all with warm eyes and soft looking light-magenta colored hair framing her hair.

"Most of the time I'm fine, but there's always this blackness hanging over me and waiting to pour itself over me. That's where Sam comes in." Alana told her, as she stood up and walked over to some bookshelves.

"Aren't you afraid that one day he might just drain you dry?" Sarah asked from where she was still sitting on the couch and watched Alana fix the fallen books. Heh, fallen books.

"No, I'm not." Alana simply stated, simple and to the point. No doubt about it at all in her voice.

"Why? Why do you trust him? I thought you said they were evil, bloodthirsty things. Yeah, yeah. You said he was diffrent but how do you know that?" Sarah asked her without stopping for breath and got Alana's attention back from the bookshelves.

"I trust him and I always have a handy little cross on me if he gets carried away." Alana told her, and tugged from her pocket a silver chain which had on the end a small cross formed by little black semi-precious stones on the end.

"He didn't get carried away last night?" Sarah asked her friend with a frown on her face while she glanced at Alana's bruised neck.

"Not at all. We were just getting to the best part." Alana dreamily told Sarah, as she let herself fall back on the couch and sighed to herself.

"Well, it looked bad to me. Why is he scared of a cross anyways?" Sarah muttered, but Alana heard her anyways and rolled her eyes. She really was clueless about most things, even things she should know about. She can't have been a good angel at all.

"Sarah, what do you know? Do you know anything at all? Sam is a child of Lilith. So, off course he's going to be scared of a cross. He's not exactly someone who's going to to heaven, now is he?" Alana told her and it got a little like she was talking to a kid in the end. Sarah really disliked that because she might not know all the things Alana knows, but she's no kid.

"Neither am I, so why don't they burn me?" Sarah practically whispered, feeling all bad for herself. At least she knew that. Though she thinks that this punishment is a little harsh for one practical joke!

"That's diffrent." Alana just told her, as she stood up and left the room. Leaving behind her one sad fallen angel with light magenta-ish colored hair.

_*_

Sarah was in a cleaning mood later that day after her little talk with Alana. It really worried her. One day she was going to get herself really hurt. She got to a window that faced their garden (where she had been found by Mary asleep in her rose shrub) and was about to close it when she snatched back her hand.

A spider had setup shop in the open gap and Sarah hated spiders. Sure they have their place in the world and all, but they just creep her out. For a moment she thinks about going to get Alana to deal with it but she'd probably think she was a totally wimp or something.

Mary wouldn't be home for a while so she would have to deal with this on her own. So she decided to go the humane way and grab the gross insect with some paper towels and released into the wild AKA the backyard. But the closer she got to it, the less she wanted to do it and just wanted to slam the window shut on the damn thing. Which is what she does in the end, just slams the windows shut and smushes the spider with it. Problem solved.

After her little cleaning spree she went up to her room and was reading her book (bio of Bette Davis, this really famous American actress and apparently had a nutjob for a daughter.) when there was a knock on her door and Alana stepped into the bedroom.

"I've been thinking about this all day and did you say that it looked bad to you when you saw us last night?" Alana asked her, while just kind of looking at Sarah which was a bit uncomfortable. "When... What were you doing in my room?" Sarah put away her book and looked up to where Alana was standing again.

"Well, it was after midnight and you were playing music loudly. I asked you to turn it down but it just got louder. So, I pushed the door open and Sam freaked out. Let's not even start on my cross." Sarah told her and shrugged her shoulders. Probably thinking that's enough.

"What cross?" Alana asked her, because the last she recalled Sarah didn't have one.

Sarah grabbed the medium sized white box of her bedside table where it had been next to her Bette Davis book. She opened it and took off the pink cotton candy looking cover. There lay the diamonds over metal cross with a silver chain and its lobster claw. Quite old fashioned actually.

"Wow. Where did you get it?" Alana asked her while she brushed her fingers over the beautiful cross.

"Mary gave it to me last night. I like the pink cotton thing in the box but I'm glad it's not cotton candy since that would make the cross all sticky." Sarah told her, while she took the cross from its box and put it on.

"You say the weirdest things. She gave you that? Nice. But back to Sam. You kicked him out, is that what you were getting to?" Alana asked Sarah with her hands on her hips and looked mildly annoyed.

"Yup." Sarah says along with a nod and the look of someone 100 percent sure that they had been doing the right thing.

"Why did you do that? Who said you could throw out my friends? Seriously." Alana asked her, while throwing her hands in the air in frustration.

"But he was all weirded out and you looked really bad, all bloody laying in your bed. What was I supposed to do?" Sarah almost yelled and threw the box that normally held the cross on her bed.

"Umh, maybe leave us alone? Keep your nose out of other people's business?" Alana threw at her questions and then left in a huff. Sarah was going to follow her, but she turned around and gave her a good old glare with those freaky red eyes.

So Sarah just got back to her her book about Bette Davis but she really hoped Mary would be home soon. They need to have a serious little chat about Alana. She likes to get hurt? Ouch.

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To Be Continued...

08.09.2007

Evening. PG. TTM. #58-dead guy's mouth. Alana & Sarah.

2007-09-01T04:15:45Z

Fandom: hah. Only my own.

Prompt: Straight from the dead guy's mouth

Warnings: Blood, I guess. And biting.

Rating: PG

Summary: Kinda just continues from the last story, Biting. It's a late at night, someone comes to visit the three ladies and makes Sarah a bit annoyed. (This summary sucks. You just gotta read it.)

A/N: This thing is kinda a bit more cohesive than my other stuff. Like it seems to have some kinda timeline and you could say these are chapters, but I'm not doing the whole chapter thing at the moment. But you could look at Falling as chapter 1, Biting as chapter 2 and this as chapter 3.

Credits for the photos and font are here: Click ME! except the cross which is found here: Click Me!. I have no idea what that brush is called which I used for Sarah's wings, but if you know then let me know and I'll credit. :)

I like this piece, a bit. So, I hope you read and enjoy. :D

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Sarah and Mary were watching the Tv late on a Thursday evening. Something about disasters on The History Channel. Both were deeply engrossed in one about airship disasters when the doorbell sounded and pierced the Tv funk surrounding them.

Sarah looked at Mary who had covered her feet with a white knitted wool blanket and got ready to get up. But that was no good since it was much easier for Sarah to get up from her position on the couch.

"It's alright. I'll get it. You stay put." Sarah told her, as she put her sock-clad toes on the hardwood floor and tugged her thick, brown wool sweater around herself. The belt to close it was lost, so she used a safety pin and one of the belt loops to close it. She turned on the lights in the hallway and opened the front door, outside awaits a certain red haired man.

Like Sarah could forget the man who bit her neck and fed on her. Alana had told her all about his kind the next day. They were mostly evil and bloodthirsty, but Sam was diffrent or so Alana seemed to think for some reason. Sarah might be new to this place, but now that she wasn't dizzy with blood-loss she wasn't so sure.

"Hi. Sarah, yeah?" He asked her, standing outside in the rain underneath the lamp that hung over the doorway and shone down on him. Her neck still hurt from his little nibble and she only nodded.

"What do you want this late at night? We're not all nocturnal like your kind." Sarah told him, a bit snarky but then it's not like she didn't have a point about that.

"Is Alana home?" Sam asked her and had a smirk on his face now. A damn smirk. Sarah didn't like smirks a lot, usually it was because something not so nice was on said persons mind or something.

"She is. I bet you know where she is, so help yourself." Sarah just told him, as she waved him to the stairs while also stepping aside so that he could enter the hall. But when Sam was on his way up the stairs and Sarah was watching him go, Mary comes up behind her in her robe & slippers clutching a cup of something hot. Probably tea. What else hot was there?

"I haven't seen him around for a while." Mary told Sarah, as they returned to the couch and the Tv which was was now showing something about engineering disasters.

"You know him?" Sarah asks a bit surprised, but then maybe it's not all that surprising since god knows how long Alana has stayed here and all. Could have been years and Sarah doubts Alana has never had friends over.

"Yes. A bit. Alana used to hang around with him and his friends. I thought she had stopped." Mary told Sarah, as she once again spread her wool blanket over her legs and if Sarah wasn't mistaken you might have called Mary disappointed.

"Well, I'm getting a bit tired so I'm thinking about doing a little reading and then get some sleep. So, good night." Sarah told Mary, before giving her a peck on the cheek and heading for the same stairs as Sam had used not so long ago.

It wasn't her fault if she had to walk past Alana's room to get to her own or the fact that the door was only half-closed. She had heard the saying: Curiosity killed the cat. But she didn't she didn't think that was a problem since she was not a feline. So, she moved a bit closer to the half-closed door and tried to catch a glimpse of what was going on in there.

She didn't know what she had suspected. But maybe this made sense, with Sam being a vampire and all but for some reason she hadn't expected to see him stuck to her neck like a leech. And he wasn't bloodthirsty? Yeah, right.

Something deep down growled at that image. A very weird feeling but it was probably jealousy. But which one was it directed at? Alana for having that kind of hot guy or Sam for attaching himself like that to Alana's neck. The whole licking thing hadn't left Sarah's mind since it happened, not that she wanted it out of her mind, even if it was a little fuzzy and she vaguely remembered the biting.

Sarah backed away from the door and instead of going to her room like planned, she goes back downstairs. She'd just wait them out and watch a little more Tv. At least it was a bit educational, not some bad reality show.

When she got back downstairs Mary was making herself some more Tea (she drank a lot) and looked up when Sarah entered the kitchen. She obviously noticed the slightly annoyed look on Sarah's face.

"I have something for you, Sarah. Just wait here while I get it." She told Sarah who's got this 'really?' look on her face as she took a seat at the kitchen table. When Mary returned from her bedroom, which was on the same floor as the kitchen, she handed Sarah a small white box.

When Sarah opened the box she at first just saw pink. Some kinda pink cotton something. But then she took that out of the box and underneath lay a beautiful old but in good condition Cross on some more of that pink cotton which kinda reminded her of cotton candy but she doubted it was that.

"Wow. It's beautiful. You shouldn't have." Sarah told her, and handed her the open box with the necklace in it. She had gotten some clothes and essentials from Mary along with some of Alana's clothes that she had stopped wearing but this was just too much in her mind.

"Nonsense. It really suits you and it wasn't expensive at all. You deserve it." Mary told her, as she picked it up from it's cotton candy bed and proceeded to put the necklace on Sarah who let her. What Mary hadn't told her was that the reason it hadn't been that expensive or at all pricey was because it had already been hers for many years since it was an family heirloom.

As planned they watched a little more Tv. Still History Channel. Something about Samurai's or something Japanese. Sarah's mind isn't on the Tv, but more on her new necklace and what's happening upstairs.

When she decided it was late enough for her that she just had to go to sleep no matter if Sam left or not it was 2 AM and Mary had gone to bed an hour earlier. But when she got up the stairs after turning of all the lights and Tv, they were playing music, at 2 AM! How inconsiderate could you get?

So Sarah talked herself up and knocked on the door which was by the way not all the way closed but not as much opened liked earlier that night. No reply. She knocked again and told them to turn the volume down, after all it was after midnight in the middle of the week. Not really, but close. If anything though the music only got louder.

For just that she just pushed the door open and said; "Will you please at least turn down the music so I can get some sle..." She didn't finish because almost as soon as she had barged into the room Sam scrambled away from Alana, who was on her bed, with huge eyes and looked scared as hell of something.

"What now? It's not like I could hurt you. Can you just please turn down the damn music so I can get some sleep." Sarah told him in this exhausted voice. She just wanted some sleep, damn it.

"Your not normal, seriously. The wings. The wings have got to stop." Sam muttered while getting up of the floor and fixing his slightly crumpled clothes before slipping on his jacket that had hung from the back of Alana's desk chair.

"When it comes straight from the dead guy's mouth, I find that I really can't take you seriously." Sarah told him, her eyes narrowed at him and hands on her hips. So, she might have been watching a little too much Tv of all kinds but it seemed to be working because he shrunk back a bit.

"Will you shut the fuck up about the damn wings. They're long gone." Alana told him, from her position on the bed where she was lying kin off like a rag doll of some sorts. Sam just kinda gave her this weird look and Sarah noticed how bad the wound on her neck looked. Which made her step up closer to Sam and almost spit out; "What have you done? Get out. NOW."

Sarah took a few more steps in his direction, if that's even possible, and he seems to notice something around her neck which scares him even more which Sarah didn't think could be done at the moment. She looked down and off course, it was her cross that she had just gotten from Mary. He scurried away from her and out the bedroom door, he avoided looking at her and really looked utterly freaked out. The damn nutjob. At least, he was gone.

She got Alana under her covers and turned the music off. Sarah thinks that at one time Alana asked about Sam, so she just told her that the nutjob had gone home and that seemed to satisfy her. When it looked like she had fallen asleep, Sarah turned the lights off and left the room for her own.

Sarah put on her PJ-pants and tried to see the scars on her back using this beautiful mosaic framed mirror. But she could only see the ends of the scars really. She thought back to how Sam had again mentioned her wings. He had to be nuts or playing a cruel trick on her, because her wings were gone. All she had left was a scarred back.

But how could he even know about her wings to be playing a trick on her because she had only met him twice and no one even knew about the real her. But her couldn't be seeing flashes of her wings. Sure, sometimes it felt like they were still there but then she remembered the truth.

She put on her PJ-top and got into her bed, took of her necklace & put it on her bedside table so she'd know where it was in the morning. Then she turned of her lamp which was now the only source of light in the room.

She can't wait to show the cross to Alana in the morning. And she hoped that whatever that twerp did besides the obvious would be cured by a good nights rest. As soon as she had wiped away the blood the bite hadn't looked so bad but it would probably hurt for a few days like hers did.

Sarah fell asleep thinking about how the weather was going to be the next day. She wanted to go out for a nice walk around the neighborhood, maybe even with Mary or Alana. What can one say, after all she's not normal. A bit weird, really.

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To Be Continued...
Finished: 30.08.2007-01.09.2007

Next: Morning.

Biting. PG-13. TTM. 57-barophobia. Alana & Sarah.

2007-08-25T23:23:21Z

Fandom: None.

Prompt: prompt 57-barophobia

Warnings: Umh. Biting and blood.

Rating: PG-13, just in case

Summary: Alana takes Sarah clubbing. Maybe it was too early.

A/N: It might be a bit weird to read, but it's like that because of how Sarah is at that time. lol. And i almost forgot to post it. lol. Ops. And the circle thing brush is called dv_circles (but I don't know who made it. It's an old brush). I don't know what is the name of the flower pattern one, but if someone does know it, let me know, please so I can credit?

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Sooooo I'm just a little dizzy. Not a big deal. I kind of lost Alana even when she told me to stick close to her since she knows all about this life here but I lost her when we were leaving. The crowd can totally brutal and this guy asked me if I was lost. Which I think I nodded to and he was all I'll help you then. Where do you want to go?

I have no idea at all what I told him or even if I told him anything at all. I just followed him because he seemed nice. I know there are some not so nice people around but he was just so nice. Which is why the whole biting of my neck kinda surprised me, but hey, who knows maybe it's a thing they do. It was kinda nice after that initial discomfort but then I think he saw something that freaked him out because he abruptly left me to my bleeding neck and the before mentioned dizzy-ness.

"Sarah, didn't I tell you not to wander away from... Woah, okay why is your neck bleeding?" My Alana-shaped friend asked me when she finally found me and it wasn't that hard because I hadn't left the spot the guy left me in. I was bleeding?

"This nice guy. He was helping me and then he bit me, and it was kinda nice. But then he left and didn't come back, can we look for him?" I asked her because I wanted to know what spooked him, I didn't want him spooked. He was nice. But I didn't like the look on Alana's who was all dark and serious, even though it was kinda dark inside. It was like a darkness from inside and as scary as hell.

"Sarah, sweety, you let a kid of Lilith bite you. That's not good or nice, that's bad. Okay, so it can be nice but he was obviously taking advantage of you." Alana told me in this kinda tone that made me think that she was talking to a five year old and it made me wanna say 'Sweety, shut the fuck up' but I'm nice so I don't. I still don't get it. Lilith, I think I remember something about her from back in the day but I'm drawing a blank here and Alana can see it on my face.

"A vampire. Someone totally tasted your neck." She told me and was all in my personal space looking at my neck. Kinda uncomfortable because she can be a little creepy sometimes and lets not start with her whole contact lenses (which I know what are now. Yay.) and the huge, intricate tattoo on her back. Like damn. "I wonder what you taste like." She murmurs to me and yeah, okay getting scared now. Because she's licking her lips and watching me with those creepy yet enchanting red eyes of hers.

She's all in my personal space and I think she just licked my neck. Yeah, she just LICKED my neck and I think there's still blood welling a bit from my neck wound after that guy, nice guy bit me. It wasn't bad, but why is she licking it?

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I really wanted to bite down on her neck. It's not like I can't do it, I'm free of anything. But I actually like her and there is just so much that I can teach her yet. About the most stupid things, she kind of needs me. If I bite down just for a cheap thrill I'll be no better than a certain vamp I think is responsible for this.

I don't hate the vamps or anything, but that's not my thing really.

I've done these kinda things before but I just got so damn bored of it. Always just the same thing going on. Bite, bite, bite. Never a change. For now I just wanted to get us out of this place. I admit that maybe it was a bit too early to take her clubbing but I was bored. Mary was always on me to take better care of her because we're all close in age and all that. I love the old lady and all, but blah blah blah.

Speaking of the devil, or so to speak, I just spotted him near the bar. I'd have to have a word with him about not taking advantage of my new friend until she fully knows what he's up to.

"Sam, how nice to see you. I see that you've been up to your old tricks. Just wish you wouldn't take my friend here, Sarah to perform them. She thinks you were a very nice guy who bit her neck. she's new to all this. So could you do your tricks on someone else." I told Sam, before he could even say Hi but he had opened his mouth but it ended in a smrik which can be really hot but right now it just bugged me to hell.

"That's your friend? Well, I've gotta tell you that you've started to hang around some seriously weird people." The smirking red head told me while he kept looking at Sarah who was just... out of it. Not sure she had anything alcoholic to drink, so it might just be the blood loss.

"What the hell are you talking about? When have I ever associated with normal people?" I told him, while he ordered himself something to drink from the bar. Plus what's up with him talking about weird people? He's the freaking vampire. People keep bumping into you since we're right next to the bar almost now and some say the whole 'sorry. Excuse me. Etc.' but others don't even seem to notice you.

"Your little friend suddenly sprouted wings. I'm not kidding. One second she has like wings and then pfft, their gone. She's a totally freak." Again how funny is it to hear a vampire call someone a freak. Please, he's the blood drinker.

I've seen her back. The scars, it's obvious what happened to her if you know about such things. She was paranoid when getting dressed earlier about how the top would not showing her back, probably a good idea. Then people might really think she was a freak. People can be so mean.

"Are you sure it's just not the effect of something you've taken. You know how those things can really fuck you up." I told him, because he really does frequent the drug using and so maybe I can just make him think that he's really high.

"What? No, I was not seeing things and I'm not high. The damn wings were real. I'm not a druggie, I haven't taken anything tonight yet." He told me while someone just totally bumped into me and if I wasn't busy right now said person would be getting a stiletto heel in their eye.

"Now why the heck would my friend, Sarah the innocent have some freaky ghost wings? Maybe your coming down with something. You should get that looked at." I told him and he looked at me like I was a complete loon. But then he doesn't know the truth about me. He thinks I hail from his home. What with the eyes and all, I can't blame him. I've visited but I've never stayed long.

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Okay, so I'm getting pretty bored just standing here while Alana fights with this guy. I just want to lie down somewhere and go to sleep.

"Are you barophobic?" Alana asked that Sam guy, but I don't know why she would say that and he's looking at her with this What the fuck? look on his face. Maybe she meant something else, people often make mistakes.

"He has fear of gravity? because he doesn't look like he does. Alana, can't we just go already?" I asked her, and I swear she blushed. I guess because of the wronf word she used and all that. I was supposed to be all out of it and still I know the meaning of that weird word. These phobias all have very strange names that you probably can't say right straight away.

"Just leave her alone, Sam. I suggest you have your head checked. Lets go, Sarah." Alana told me, as she tugged on my arm and I waved to the nice guy who gave me that pleasant buzz that's sadly wearing off now.

Don't know why the hell Alana was fighting with him. And what was this about my wings? because my wings are long gone. maybe they had a thing and it ended badly. Well, I think this was a successful night. Now just for some sleep. Comfy bed and not thinking about Alana's total licking of my neck. That was just weird... but not bad.

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The End.

Next: Evening.

Falling. PG-13. TTM. #56 - St. Peter. Alana & Sarah.

2007-08-17T06:26:14Z

Fandom: None. Except the stuff in my head, which is my own little fandom. But I doubt that counts. lol. ;)
Prompt: #56 - St. Peter
Warnings: Umh, swearing.
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe.
Summary: What do you do with a person you find late at night sleeping in your backyard?

I have art!! Yes, I do. It really helped with the writing actually. That and again spuffy_seeker . Heh.

So, there's the banner above and then the rest below (under the cut):

(Click on them to get the full size ones. Alana's red eyes are best viewed in the big one.)

Two Avis:

Credits for the avis, the photos and font are here: Click ME! I've gotta find where the brush used in Sarah's pics are from and get back to you. ;)
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When I woke up, I smelt coffee in the air which was weird since Mary had told me last night that she hadn't touched the stuff in years. Someone else must live in this house who is a coffee drinker.

So, I got off the couch where I had slept wrapped in warm fleece blankets and tried my best to scratch the scars on my back. I found a dress laid over the back of a chair near the couch which really could only mean it was meant for me as far as I know I'm the only one still naked in this place. I slipped the white cotton thing on and walked into the kitchen where someone who was definitely not Mary was watching the microwave with great interest.

"Umh, Hi. How are you?" I asked the girl who jumped away from the microwave and looked at me with her red eyes. Woah. That's not normal at all. Then she gave me a smile as bright as the sun. Damn, you could go blind from that smile.

"Oh, hi. I'm Alana. I didn't know anyone else was in the house, besides me and Mary. Don't mind the eyes. Just contact lenses." This Alana woman told me as she pointed at her eyes. Contact lenses? What are they and how come they can change the color of your eyes?

"Umh, what..." I was about to ask her and make a complete fool out of myself when thankfully Mary entered the kitchen with her cup of tea and looked between the two of us. Me in the other doorway and Alana next to the microwave which had pinged ready already but she hadn't seemed to have noticed, so I didn't want to point it out to her. What if it was rude?

"Ah, Alana. I see you've met my new friend, Sarah. I found her asleep in my rose shrubs late last night. Thought it better to get her inside." The old lady called Mary told us, her guests. Though maybe Alana is like her daughter or something. I don't really know that much about them.

"What was she doing there?" Alana asked Mary, who could very well be her mother but I doubt it. Maybe she like rented a room to her or something. See, I'm not a complete idiot. I do know some of the things that go on around here.

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"Miss. Miss? Could you please tell me what you are doing sleeping in my rose shrubs?" Mary had asked me, now that I remember last night. Pretty embarrassing.

"Huh. Wha..? Where am I?" I had asked her, as I sat up and looked around this new place. All dark and cold. So not the place where I had fallen asleep at all. And the worst part was that I was completely NAKED!

"Well, right now you are in my backyard ruining my roses. What's your name?" She had asked me while helping me out of the said rose shrubs without getting scratched anymore than I had to.

"It's a foreign name. Pretty sure your couldn't pronounce it. Sorry." I had told her, after all it was pretty much the truth.

"All right. What about I'll just call you Sarah then?" Mary asked me and if she really needed a name why not one she choose.

"Sure. Sure. Man, it's cold around here. Wherever here is." I told her while running my hands up and down my arms to try and keep some warmth in.

"Dear god, what happened to your back?" Mary asked me when she saw it as she was putting her coat on my shoulders. Oh, crap. Had she seen them? Because that would just be a big old mess. I hate when that happens, even if it's rare.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with my back?" Maybe I could fake my way out of this I thought to myself while I was lifting my magenta colored hair so that it wouldn't be crushed under her coat's collar. My blond lock wasn't long enough to get tangled in it.

"You have two massive scars on your backs. Actually most of your back is scarred. There seems to be two starting points but it sorta cracks off into many directions. Did you have an accident or something?" Mary asked me, but... but I had ripped the coat back off and was trying to feel my own back. I felt something not smooth under my fingers and it was not at all what I had been expecting.

"Dammit. Can't he take a joke? Seriously. It was one lousy joke. I can't believe this. He has been looking for a reason to boot me." I was muttering to myself, as Mary just looked at me like I was an animal about to attack.

"Who, dear?" She asked me and before I knew it, it slipped right on out of my damn mouth.

"St. Peter. Seriously, can not take a joke." As soon as I said it I wanted to slap myself. Now she was going to think I was some loon with a mutilated back. I pulled her coat back on and let her recover from my little outburst.

"It's getting kind of cold. We should get inside before you catch your death. Unless you prefer the shrubs." Mary told me while she pointed me in the direction of the door that led into her house.

"No, no. A couch or something would be great. I don't see me leaving anytime soon seeing as I'm without clothes and hurting." I told her as I followed her inside and tried to not think about the tingling sensation in my back.

"My name is Mary, by the way. I forgot to give you my name. Slightly rude of me after having given you the name of my daughter and all." She told me and I don't think I've ever wanted to laugh bitterly as much as right at that point.

"Oh, that's just great. Just perfect." I instead muttered.

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"So, what the hell where you doing there?" Alana asked me straight out after having listened to the tale of what happened the night before after she had gone to sleep or whatever she was doing at the time this happened.

"Probably thought it was funny. Just to get my memory and get home." I told them even though my memory was fully intact. It's not like I was goinf to tell them the truth. What good would that do?

"Now you have memory loss? Didn't sound like it if what was said of yesterday is true." Alana told me and I saw it in her somehow shimmery red eyes that she didn't believe that bit one ounce. Oh, dear.

"Alana, be nice to our nice guest. If she has a memory loss, she has one. She can stay here and recover. She'll get the empty room next to your room. You can stay as long as you want, dear. But now I've gotta finish getting ready for the day and leave soon or I'll be late. Alana, you show her around. Be nice." Mary told Alana, who smiled again that sun-bright smile of hers.

"I'm always nice." She told Mary, but there was definitely something underlying in the way she said it and grinned at me as the old lady put her cup in the sink. Yeah, likr that ain't creepy as hell. Grins can be very unsettling.

"Don't worry, dear. Alana just likes to play at times. She's mostly harmless from what I know." Mary told me while she put a hand on my naked shoulder (besides the spaghetti strapped strap of the dress) and patted it before leaving the kitchen.

"Like a little kitty cat. That's me. Now let' start by having some breakfast and then find you some nicer clothes so you can leave this place. Trust me, hanging around here all day gets old real fast." She told me as she pushed me towards the kitchen table and motioning for me to sit down while she got rid of the thing that had been in the microwave. Probably ruined by now since she threw it in the trash bin.

I'd still like to know what contact lenses are.

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THE END

A/N # 2: But there will probably be more with them because like with a lot of what I write I like them and want to write more for them. lol.

Next: Biting

Muzak. PG-13. ttm prompt # 55 - Hello darkness. Silent Wish.

2007-08-11T04:00:36Z

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Muzak

Summary: This kinda follows my last fic, Secret. Things are bit tense since that happened and things are bound to blow up with all those vampire tempers around.

(Sorry if the the all caps thing bugs anyone.)

Favorite Place. PG. Silent Wish. ttm, but unposted.

2007-08-11T01:39:46Z

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Favorite Place

Summary: Jay has a favorite place. ;)

(Sorry if the the all caps thing bugs anyone.)

Three ficlets...

2007-08-04T20:04:46Z

Just some ficlets that I did last night, in me first Word War. Hehe. Silly. I like The middle one the best. Credits for banners coming soon.

Oh, how she hated to be named the same a certain blond-haired slayer from a certain Tv show.

Sure it would have been nice if she indeed was like her and all, blond and pretty. But nope, she was herself. Black, short hair and funky eyes that couldn't seem to decided what dull color they were going to be.

It's not like her Mom decided to name her after that show, but she was growing up just as that show became popular and man was she the butt of many jokes about girl power and vampires.

Maybe that was why she wanted to slap that Joss Whedon if she ever saw him for naming his main-main character as Buffy.

And the worst part was her name was Winters. She was Buffy Winters. Haha, very funny. She had legally changed her name to Elizabeth Winters. She thought it was more elegant and fitting but her Mother and family still called her Buffy.

Her friends only did that if they wanted to bug her or anything, or they'd call her Liz, Lizzie or some version of that. Also her sisters called her that if they wanted to get on her good side and ask her to do something they didn't want to do like take their Mother shopping or something.

Because no one wanted to take her shopping, since she tried on everything twice and asked all these really silly questions of the staff which they couldn't possibly know and shopping was just not made fun with her.

"Oh, leave me alone!" Simone muttered to the devil who was pulling her comforter away from her...on a Saturday!!!

"No, no. You promised me that you would help us with making the Christmas cards this year. Just before you went to sleep yesterday did you say that you would help us. And you are going to help this year." Her Dad told her, as he finally ripped the red-checkered duvet of her and she groaned as the light hit her face from her window.

She hated the holidays. Her family was all about the arts and crafts while she just wanted to spend it playing games on her Playstation 2. Especially her Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Chaos Bleeds. It's actually a quite tricky game, even if you had a walkthrough. Which she only took a peek at if it got too difficult and she had died a few times.

But she had promised him that she would help and she was not going to hear the end of it until she joined them at the living room table which was probably filled with glitter, stickers, glue, potato-stamps and paint.

It couldn't be too bad, except maybe she would get glitter in her hair again like last time. It would take days to get rid of it. It really gets down to your scalp and stays there and oh, man, if you have long hair it might take weeks to get it all.

So, she dragged herself out of bad and pulled on some comfy jeans and this really nice long sleeved Grey shirt with full-length sleeves. It was 100% cotton and like 70% off, even though there was nothing wrong with it... that she could see anyways.

Her six year old sister was already seated at the table, in her smurfs nightgown. The retro cartoon because it used to be Simone's favorite nightgown when she was younger. They never threw it away and it had been old when Simone got it. Hand-me-downs tend to rock at times.

When Simone sat down with her, Jolie just beamed up at her and then continued to smear some of that glue-stick on her green card and then sprinkle some silver glitter on it mixed with some red as well.

Then she pushed a red card read to be decorated at Simone and looked up at her with such joy in her eyes that Simone didn't really feel as tired as she had earlier and was just glad that she had been woken up to take part in this tradition. But she was starting to wonder where the heck their Dad was.

Because if he had gone back to sleep after he so brutally woke her up, she was going to give him a piece of her mind. Oh, yes she was. Because that was truly evil, to wake her up to do this with her sister just so he could go back to sleep.

"Dad, where are you!?" Simone yelled, and knew he would hear it into his bedroom since their flat was quite small after they moved out of their house after the divorce. Her mom wanted the house, not the kids. She was never a great mom anyways.

"What are you doing, huh huh huh?" Lilly's annoying brat of a brother, Billy asked her as he kept trying to look over her shoulder and onto her laptop screen. He was driving her insane and their parents weren't home and she was left with demon spawn.

Her parents just leave her with him without notice and they knew that she had to write this essay. But ooh, since it was just a history essay they didn't think it needed as much time as if you were writing a paper for science or law.

She knew she had a problem with procrastination and all that, so she only had about two weeks until the paper was really due but you got extra points for turning in early. The teacher had said so and he didn't look like he was kidding. Plus, even though she loved that class she had never been exceptional at it so she wanted to at least once hand in something that might give her an A or even a A-Plus.

But no, she has to be left with the brat on one of her few days where she's not actually working as well. Anyone that has tried to write an essay like this on their breaks at their job which is at a supermarket in a mall knows that that is just doomed.

She needed this time and she couldn't even leave for some quiet because then he would left on his own and he had lost that trust when they all left one time and came back to the apartment totally wrecked. Also he could only have two friends in at once or they had to go out to play.

"Go away and watch Tv, I'm busy." Lilly muttered to him, as she shielded her screen from his eyes.

"Your not busy! Your just reading cartoons. Mom said not to bother you because you were doing homework, but I knew she wasn't right. I'm so going to tell when they get home and then they'll be really annoyed at you." Billy told her, as he saw the window open on the screen which had the web-comic Oh My Gods! on it.

"I was just taking a break. I was working on my essay before that. And it's not like I'm in High School anymore. Never forget that I'm sill older than you and in Collage." Lilly told him and did the immature thing of poking her tongue out at him as if that would prove her point at all.

"But you still live with us. And Mom always says if we live here we have to do as they say." Billy told her, all annoyed that she had reminded him that she was almost not a teen and he was only 10. Heh.

"So, that doesn't mean that I have to go by the rules that are made for a 10 year old. I'm trying my best in school, and your interrupting me doing that. Which I'm so going to tell them when they get home and who do you think they are gonna scold?"

Secret. ttm # 54 - Cry havoc. PG-13. Silent wish.

2007-08-04T17:39:37Z

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Secret

Summary: This is like a year after my last story, Australia. Renée finds something out that shocks her and people do stupid things while angry, upset, etc. But she doesn't actually take it out on the right person.

(Sorry if the the all caps thing bugs anyone.)

Australia PG-13. ttm. #53 - Ayers Rock. Silent Wish.

2007-07-28T02:13:41Z

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Australia

Summary: Renée and Marigold are on a vaction in Australia.

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Locked Out. G. TTM. Prompt # 52 - Lockpick.

2007-07-16T02:58:37Z

Fandom: None. Original.
Prompt: 52-lockpick
Warnings: Nothing.
Rating: Pretty much G, I would think.
Summary: Annie gets locked out at the worst time.
A/N: Okay, so I was trying to umh, write a bit diffrently here so it might have some bumps in it. lol. And I'll get back to you with the credits for the banner. I just need some sleep or something right now. :)

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"Umh, what are you doing?" Annie stopped what she was doing and looked up at the lanky brunette guy standing behind her with a perplexed look on his face. Oh, crap. Yeah, just the first impression she liked to make on the neighbours or the neighbours boyfriend or whatever.

"I'm picking the lock." Is what she told the man matter of factly. There was no hiding from it now what with her crouched down in front of the door with a lock picking stuff beside her. It's not like she's actually breaking into somebodies place or something. She's not a robber, she's just a locksmith...who accidentally happened to lock herself out of her own brand spanking new flat.

"I see that, but I'm asking you why? Why are you picking the lock?" She packed up her stuff and stood up, looking the man in the face and smiling awkwardly at him. "It's my place, I'm just kinda locked out. I'm Annie, and you are?" Annie asked him while putting out her hand for him to shake.

"I'm Simon. I live just down the street. How do I know your not just lying about living here so I'll go away?" Of course she had to go and act all thievery while a cute guy walks past and gives a damn. Damn it, just her luck. It's not like he could have walked past sooner when she was still looking for her keys or when she was moving boxes or something.

"Well, you don't but I'm telling the truth. I just forgot my keys inside and I'm a locksmith, so I know this stuff." So, yeah she kinda felt like she was back in school with her looking down at her shoes instead of the guys face as she explained something. But before she had mumbled on forever and an ever bigger fool of herself than she already had, Maria showed up to her rescue.

"Hey, what's...up?" The ginger woman asked Annie when she stopped beside the guy who's name Annie thinks is Simon (That's what he said, right?) and glanced at Annie's lock picking set. "Locked out again? Seriously with your profession, you would think she didn't lock herself out so much." Maria told the guy beside her before producing a set of keys with a lot of all kinds of key chains and selected a key.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just open the damn door." Annie muttered to her long time best friend before Simon (she's sure that's his name) noticed how her cheeks were burning up and soon she'd look like a tomato. But Maria took her sweet time getting the front door open and chatting away to Simon which annoyed her a bit because hello, it was like Annie was invisible all of a sudden.

"Anyways I guess you got your answer now. I'm not a robber, I just really did forget my keys. And why I gave Maria a spare set of keys. Bye." Annie told Simon, before she escaped inside after Maria opened the door and hid in her kitchen (she had snatched Maria's keys with her) until her friend stopped chatting the guy up and got inside when he left. God, that was so embarrassing.

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The End.
16.07.2007

Conclave. ttm. PG. Silent Wish.

2007-06-13T03:27:19Z

THIS STORY HAS BEEN MOVED, SO FOLLOW THE LINK BELOW:

Conclave

Summary: It's Aidan's birthday and well, more of that thing we call sibling love, and some soapy aspects.

(Sorry if the the all caps thing bugs anyone.)

Sibling Rivalry. PG. Silent Wish-verse.

2007-06-09T22:44:25Z

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Sibling Rivalry

A/N: I was bored and it was like 4 AM or something last night. I asked Sara (spuffy_seeker) if she had any idea about soemthing I could write. Could be utter crack or silly-ness, or both. Heh. Yup, this is what became of that little chat. So, whoever reads this enjoy the silly-ness. :D

(Sorry if the the all caps thing bugs anyone.)

Art

2007-06-09T01:46:35Z

This is kinda for this story which has the working title of Silent Wish (a 2006 NaNoWriMo title). I kinda like it and Renée is in a diff color than the rest because she used to be the main char. lol. But that was when it was my NaNo but now it'll probably just be bunch of short ones with whatever char's I feel writing about. lol. i might though put them up in the right time line or whatever in the future. Heh.

THE "CAST" THING HAS BEEN MOVED TO THE LINK BELOW:

CLICK ME!

(Sorry if the the all caps thing bugs anyone.)

Blast from the past. PG. ttm. Lamia.

2007-06-08T23:48:03Z

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Blast From The Past

Summary: Jay, Jackie and Madeline visit a museum and get a history lesson. lol. Yeah, that sucks as a summary. You better just read it, makes more sense.

(Sorry if the the all caps thing bugs anyone.)

Seriously. PG. Jack/Ianto.

2007-04-14T12:28:59Z

Seriously
Chapter. 2
by: Dru
PG (Though there is like one swear word. heh.)
A/N: I had some written in a notebook and then wrote some up. A bit longer than the other part. Woot. :) And heh, I don't know much about Dr. Who except what I've read online and it's not much, so forgive me if I messed something up. lol. Plus, I'm trying something new in my writing so heh, it might read a bit weird or maybe better than before. I don't know. Hmm

Anyways, I don't have a beta or nothing, but if someone wanted to do that for me I would love that, but I've gotta say I'm a bit impatient. I could wait like two days or so before I'd get that craving to just post the un-beta-ed thing. lol. Anyone up for the job? Let me know. *Grins*

Link to chapter. 1: Click Me!

Last time:

"You know, you ruined everything. We were just getting back to normal when you have to show up again. But instead of only taking the man I love, you destroy his image of me. Thanks a lot." Ianto told The Doctor, with a look on his face that he hadn't seen since before Susan was born.

Seemed he had mucked up things again. Great.

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"You know, he is right. There is no way that he could have told you. it was far too risky." The Doctor told Jack, as he stood in the doorway to Jack's office. Jack was just sitting in his chair and staring into space. Silent treatment?

"So, he's really your son? This isn't a belated April fools joke or something?" Jack asked The Doctor in a very dry voice, who was now poking around Jack's office and looking at things like he always did. Smiling at things he had seen before and looking back at Jack with an raised eyebrow at other things.

"Yes, he really is my son." He dropped into a chair in front of Jack desk and looked at his old companion. all these years on Earth looked like they had weathered him down a bit. Too bad, he kinda missed the old con man. Sure, when he picked him up before he had been glad and there was still some of the old Jack in there but there was more baggage.

"That's going to take a while to get used to. So, is he like you? A Time Lord?" Jack stood up out of his chair and looked down from his office to the main hub where the topic of their discussion was cleaning things up. Maybe it was like therapy for him, some like to see shrinks and others shop, he likes to clean.

"No. He probably would have, had he not fled with me. I've tried to teach him things. He's a quick study, but in the end he fell in love with this planet and seems content in living here. He never really had that traveling gene in him." The Doctor informed Jack while he still sat in the seat with one sneaker-clad foot hanging over one of the arms.

"Did you know about the Cyberwoman thing?" Jack asked absent minded and obviously not thinking at all as he continued to watch Ianto clean up Owen's workstation and Jack just knew that Owen would hate that since he seemed to have this organized chaos system going for him.

"No. Well, the world does revolve around me as Rose... once said, but what does that have to do with my son?" The Doctor got up out of his seat, and walked over to look down into the hub where his son was still cleaning. Turned out he was a bit of a neat freak.

~*~Next day~*~

"You told my father? You told him about Lisa? What is wrong with you?" Ianto asked Jack in a very tightly controlled voice when he came into work the next day and if you couldn't hear what he was saying you would think he was telling Jack something as boring as how the weather had been on his way to work. Or in Owen's dirty mind something not meant for anyone's ears but Jack's.

"It just slipped out. It's not like I was trying to tell your...Dad, sorry but that will never get old. We were talking and I need something to talk about and it just was too late to drag back. Was he mad?" Jack kept on looking over the papers in front of him, trying not look up at the mad (not) welsh man in front of him. From what he had seen when he walked into the office, he looked quite good today. he always looked good, but it's like he made a special effort to look fucking hot.

"Slipped out? Great, Jack. Well, maybe I'll just let it slip that your name isn't Jack, then. Do you want coffee or anything?" Ianto narrowed his eyes at the man behind the desk and almost smiled as the man looked up at him when he threatened to tell his father about Jack's not name. Tosh told him, she had to tell someone and she trusted him for some reason. Even after the whole thing with Lisa, she trusted him. Maybe she shouldn't.

"Well, Ianto isn't your real name, now is it? It's not like I'm the only one going under a different name. Sure, I'll never deny myself a cup of your coffee." Jack got back to his papers, though his mind was no longer on them and he just kept scanning them and hoping that at least he looked like he was doing some work.

"My father already knows my real name. He thinks your real name is Jack Harkness. There's a difference." Ianto said before turning around and leaving the office, probably to go make the coffee for the whole group. Or to find his father and make good on his threats, is what entered Jack's thoughts which made him get up and go after the (up till now thought) younger man.

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TBC...? Probably, but will take a while since school is hectic and I kinda don't have a plan here. Just writing pretty blindly here.

Two drabbles.

2007-04-10T23:51:27Z

Yeah, I know. Not that great and seriously late. I'll do the proper info later. I lost my glasses. :(

Fans.

"Oh, please don't tell me your a Dr. Who fan." Kat asks her recently discovered half-sister, Danni who paused whatever she was watching on her laptop and looked up at the older woman.

"Says the anime & manga fan." Mutters the black haired younger woman to Devil, who was curled up next to Danni. She didn't give a damn about what they were talking about just as long as Danni didn't stop her petting.

"Am I going to have to separate you two, or will you play nice?" Lindsey asked them, as she came into the room.

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Discrimination.

"That's just a discrimination. You can't say I'm more of a geek just because I like this stuff and you like that stuff. Dr. Who is like THE geekiest thing ever." Kat told Danni, who just rolled her eyes at her and put the laptop away in her bag.

"What about Star Trek? That is the geekiest thing ever, in my books." Danni told her, as she looked up at her half-sister who actually seemed to be thinking about that.

"Actually, you might be right about that." Kat told her, and dusted of some cat hairs from her pants. Devil was shedding and there was cat here everywhere these days.

Travel. G. ttm. prompt 38-abacus

2007-04-09T08:23:49Z

Fandom: None. Original stuff all teh way!
Prompt: #38 - Abascus
Warnings: None at all.
Rating: G
Summary: The same girls as were in Devotee, except this is when they were younger and Kat has just returned from her trip to Japan.
A/N: I kinda stayed up and wrote it, I just could NOT write it. lol. But I was trying to write something school related as well, so it's not the only reason I pulled an all nighter but woot, fun because before I wrote this I kinda fleshed them out and even a character that has yet to be introduced.

Chinese & Japanese Abacus @ Wikipedia

Photo used in banner gotten from here: Abacus 2 by sh0dan @ SXC.hu
Brush: Mythic_Swirls01 (Know who made it? Tell me, and I'll credit.)

Enjoy!

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"Why do you have this old thing?" Lindsey asked Kat, who was unpacking her many suitcases about a wooden abacus with black frame and black beads. She brought home more junk than she left with at the start of the summer. She had spent it in Japan, just being a total tourist and relaxing. At first her Dad had come with her just to be sure she got there all right and got settled in, but then after a week he left for home but she stayed behind.

"Oh, I just thought it was cool. Don't you think it's kinda cool and has a certain charm? It's not like I'm going to put to rest the trusty calculator and start using this. Actually turns out it's a Chinese suanpan and not a Japanese soroban." Kat told her, as she stuffed clothes in a hamper she had dragged from the bathroom for her dirty clothes. It's not a whole summer's worth, that would be mad because then she would have run out of clothes ages ago but only like maybe a few days worth and the hamper had already been half-full or half-empty, which ever way you saw it.

"Well, what's the difference between them?" Lindsey asked her friend, who was now untangling god knows what from the bottom of one of her suitcases. Maybe she should help, and not just lie on her bed like a mop but she was just exhausted. mainly because her parents had gotten home yesterday and her Mom got the brilliant idea to rearrange some furniture that morning. Mumbling something about Feng shui or her Chi. Yeah, right her Mom knew as much about those two things as Lindsey knew about airplane parts.

"You see those two beads that are separated the whole way from the rest of the beads? That tells you it's a Chinese suanpan, because a Japanese soroban only has one bead though they might have in the lower part 4 or 5 beads." Kat told her, as she plopped down on the bed beside her and used the abacus to illustrate her point. She still had a a whole suitcase to unpack. So, she went a little crazy, who doesn't?

"Okay, a few more questions. A) How do you even know this, and B) Where did you get a Chinese one when I thought you were only in Japan? Which if I got my geography right is a completely different country. Both in Asia, but not the same country." Lindsey told her, as Kat got back up of the bed and was fighting the zipper on the last suitcase which was caught on something on the inside of said suitcase.

"B) I was in some kinda shop that sold old stuff, and A) One of the people working there told me. It was very interesting, I'll let you know. I'm not even going to dignify that Japan/China thing with an answer." Kat told her, as she finally managed to open the suitcase but landed on her backside on the floor when it did. Evil suitcase. This made Lindsey laugh out loud before she got up and helped Kat who still sat on floor and was shaking her head a bit.

"All right, I give. Yes, it does have a certain charm and will go great in your Asian themed bedroom. You can be such a geek." Lindsey told her, as she heaved her to her feet and Kat glared at her for a moment for calling her a geek and then smoothed out her pants and turned back to the evil suitcase.

"Do you want your presents or keep calling me a geek?" Kat asked her, as she turned around and crossed her hands over her chest and looked at her red haired friend. So, far Lindsey had never dyed it to Kat's knowledge. But it was a different story with Kat's own hair. Yes, she was a natural blond, but as soon as she could she had it actually dyed red but at the moment it was dyed a more auburn color and almost bordering on brown.

"Ooh, I get presents? I'll be nice. Let's see it." Lindsey told her, and grinned at her, at the thought of fancy Japanese stuff. She was also just glad that Kat was home, because the last few months had been really boring and now they could go out and celebrate Kat's twentieth birthday which had been about a week ago. They had actually been talking online on her birth date (yeah, she got online occasionally there) and Lindsey had linked her to a photo of a great looking chocolate cake but it wasn't the same.

"Did you doubt it even for a second?" Kat told her, as she went again to the evil suitcase and pulled a few plastic bags from the bottom of it which made some other contents fall from the bag and onto the already messy floor. Oh, yes, it was good to be home.

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The End.
09.04.2007

Devotee. PG. Ttm.

2007-04-07T03:13:40Z

Fandom: None. Original.
Prompt: prompt 37-devotee
Warnings: Umh. Nothing really, unless you have something against a same sex relationship.
Rating: PG (because I found a bit disturbing meaning for this weeks prompt. Heh.)
Summary: Failure in communication can be hilarious...depending on the person it happens with.
Author's note: I don't know them. They just popped into my head and were all hey, we're perfect for this prompt. Write about us arguing about it and our weird cat named Devil. But I do hope you enjoy it, because I enjoyed writing them. :)

Devotee @ Wikipedia

Photo used in banner gotten from here: Gato Cat by pepoitana @ SXC.hu
Brush: Mythic_Swirls01 (Know who made it? Tell me, and I'll credit.)

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"Devotee? Do you mean like those people who have a fetish towards people who have lost limbs?" Kat asked Lindsey, as they entered their place late one night. Devil greeted them with a stern look before leaving the room in a huff, the cat having been annoyed at having to stay in for the last week since it had been recovering from a operation.

"What? No, eww. What have you been reading?" Lindsey asked her, as she took of her jacket and hung it up in a closet in the hallway like always. Practically routine by now, which kinda bothered Kat since she always just threw her coat and purse on the couch in the living room before going to the kitchen for something to drink or eat but she probably should be used to it by now.

"Not reading, watching. Dexter. It's been on Showtime. Pretty disturbing, but very riveting stuff as well. But that doesn't matter, if you don't mean it like that, then what do you mean?" Kat asked her, as she filled Devil's food bowl and put fresh water in her water bowl.

"I meant like fans. Serious fans. I don't see how you can get something twisted like that from a word like devotee." The red head told her girlfriend, who had her head in the fridge looking for something to eat. Kat happened to have a very healthy appetite, but still kept her girlish figure with little or no exercise which annoyed the hell out of her two older sisters.

"Oh. Well, you would have known that as well if you hadn't fallen asleep last night." Kat told her, before she bit into an apple and closed the fridge. She had no idea what the apple had been doing in the fridge, and not just in a bowl with the rest of the fruits but it was crisp and nice.

"Well, excuse me but I was tired and have you not noticed how damn comfortable our couch is?" Lindsey asked her, as they moved into the room which held said couch and had at the moment Devil lounging on it in a ray of light that slipped through the thick purple curtains.

"I know it's comfortable, it was my couch before we moved in together. It's why I bought it." Kat told her, as she shushed the cat of it and tried her best to brush away the cat hairs before sitting down and pulling her feet underneath herself. "Maybe it's too comfy if you can't sit in it without falling asleep. Maybe it's time for a new one." Kat tells her, as she fished for the remote on the coffee table in front of them.

"I was just tired, it happens and isn't there a re-run of that show anyways?" Lindsey asked her, as the Tv was turned on and Kat got a grin on her face. "What? Why do you have that look on your face?" The red head asked Kat, who looked like a cat that ate the canary.

"Better than a re-run. TiVo. You forget that? We just got it last week and you've been gone far too much this last week." Kat told her pouting, as she fiddled with the remote control and up popped a menu-thing and there was the Dexter episode ready and waiting.

"Great. You seem to be a devotee of this show." Lindsey told her, as she sank into the before mentioned comfy couch and petted Devil who had leaped back up onto the couch and was purring at the attention she was getting. If only she knew what the name meant, she would probably not be amused.

"Not really, I just caught one episode and got sucked into it. But I am a devotee of yours. Wait, did that even make sense? Doesn't matter, you get my point." Kat told her, as she grinned at the red head and leaned over to give her a kiss before Devil meowed because the petting had stopped and she was feeling ignored. Such a bossy cat, no wonder she was named Devil.

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The End.
07.04.2007

Train. G. Words_challenge # 9 : Train

2007-04-03T01:15:31Z

Here she was. Getting off a train in Amsterdam. Alone. Completely and utterly alone. It was scary as hell, but it was also really freeing. She didn't have to wait for anyone, she just grabbed her backpack and did whatever she wanted (within bounds, off course).

That's not saying she didn't miss the company of friends sometimes but this was something she just had to do. And she was sending loads of all kind of postcards all over the world to friends in different continents.

She glanced up, looking at one of the big clocks that were around the railway station and saw that it was still early. She was still getting used to this time zone.

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Banner:
Textures: Celestial-star.net
Photo: Railway station in Amsterdam by Okayo
Brush: Mythic_Swirls01 (Know who made it? Tell me, and I'll credit.)

Seriously. PG. Jack/Ianto.

2007-04-01T01:20:02Z

Seriously
By: Dru
Rating: PG, I guess.
Summary: Ianto has some MAJOR secrets hidden from the whole Torcwood team, bigger than a Cyberwoman in the basement.

A/N: I blame Clarity_lore and her fic; I Was A Dad Once. I quite like this one. I just wrote it all in one go, almost and it was thrilling. :) Turns out, plot bunnies are not all evil. But I'm also working on that Buffy/Torchwood fic that I posted one chapter off, like ages ago. But that'll probably take a whole lot longer than this. :)

Now, I wonder, if someone reads this and has got some artistic talent, could ya make me a fancy banner or something? *bats eyelashes and turns up the kitten eyes*

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"Do you think this is why I took Susan with me? So you could be all single and fancy free." Said a voice voice from behind Ianto, who had been watching Jack walk up to his office.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" Ianto turned around and saw someone he hadn't seen in ages.

"What is the name you go by now? Ianto Jones, is it? Interesting, I've got a Jones of my own but of the female variety. But what are..." The man was about to ask ianto when they are interrupted by Jack.

"Doctors? What are you doing here again so soon... and how do you know Ianto?" Jack asked the man who stood in the middle of the main hub and then looked at Ianto who looked rather guilty. What did he have to be guilty for?

"Well, the thing is you see umh, my name isn't actually Ianto Jones. Jack, I'd like you to meet my father." Ianto told jack, as he rubbed a hand over his face and his cheeks went red. God, could this night get any worse?

"Your... your father? Is this a joke?" Jack asked a very flustered Ianto who seemed to want nothing more to do than hide behind the doctor. Which would look weird, since Ianto looked more like The Doctor could hide behind him. Maybe that didn't make any sense, but that's how Jack saw it.

"No, Jack. It's actually quite true. He is my son, when I was in my first body him and his daughter were the first to travel with me after we ran into some trouble back home. Then he got off here on Earth, but Susan stayed with me. Easier that way." The Doctor told him, as Jack looked between his Doctor and his semi-boyfriend material.

"I think, I would have noticed if you had two hearts." Jack told Ianto, as he looked at the young man in front of him. This just could not be true. Even with all he had seen, this just could not be true. Don't let this be true.

"My father doesn't live here, he doesn't need to hide the fact that he has two hearts. I do, so I hide one." Ianto tells him, looking like it's been dragged out of him but it probably was after all these years.

He walked up to Jack, grabbed his hand and put it on his chest.

"There you go. One...Two. Been hiding so long. I'm sorry, but I couldn't tell anyone and I didn't know you knew my father until he dropped you off again and left before I got the chance to speak to him. Sure, the hand should have tipped me off but I couldn't risk it. I wasn't one hundred percent, and when you aren't exactly human you've gotta be careful about the people you tell your secrets to." Ianto told the shocked looking Jack.

"What... Huh... Wait, but then." Was all that came from Jack's mouth before he stumbled awy and went back to his office. Ianto headed in the same direction, but his Dad's hand on his shoulder stopped him. Better let Jack cool off, maybe.

"You know, you ruined everything. We were ust getting back to normal when you have to show up again. But instead of only taking the man i love, you destroy his image of me. Thanks a lot." Ianto told The Doctor, with a look on his face that he hadn't seen since before Susan was born.

Seemed he had mucked up things again. Great.

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To Be Continued...?

Seven. G. #36 : Batting A Thousand. ttm.

2007-03-31T17:49:42Z

Fandom: None. But talking about Dr. Who
Prompt: Batting A Thousand
Warnings: A Whovian freaking out.
Rating: G.
Summary: Turns out Riley has become a rabid new series Whovian. :)
A/N : Ses. 3 is starting a few minutes in the U.K !!!!! That and talks of a stuffed Giraffe in the Milk "Bard" (pint 47) on Outpost Gallifrey's forum prompted this thing. And I thought I wouldn't make it this weeks. Heee. :)

Pictures : Hayden, Tricia and Naoko

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“It’s almost 7, it’s almost 7!!!!” Riley told Sophie, as she was practically jumping around the flat clutching one of Sophie’s (hidden away until recently) stuffed animals. A giraffe named Gandi. She just hadn’t had the heart to throw them away, they were childhood memories and deserved better than that.

“I know, I know. It’s the only thing you’ve talked about like for the last week.” Sophie told her, as she plotted a way to get Gandi back. The poor thing was getting a small beating, since Riley was holding him by the throat and as mentioned earlier jumping around the flat.

“How can you not be excited. This is series 3 of Doctor Who, or if you want to get technical series 29 and the red button thingy was brilliant. This series will so be batting a thousand.” Riley told her, as she stopped in front of Sophie who was sitting in a chair with her book (Still The DaVinci Code) and Sophie snatched back Gandi as Riley looked at her with perplexed eyes.

“I’ve just never been a big Dr. Who fan. It is a children’s show, you know. Or at least it started out, that way. Why are you so obsessed about it? Does Tegan have something to do with this?” Sophie asked her, as she started to recall that her neighbor had once or twice talked about the BBC show.

“It’s not just for kids, lots of adults enjoy it as well. And so what if she did? So, what if we spent a few nights having a Dr. Who marathon watching her series 1 and 2 DVD’s followed by the Torchwood series 1 DVD’s, as well?” Riley told her, as she kinda looked away innocently and away from the brit.

She didn’t know she’d enjoy this sort of stuff, she kinda of enjoyed Battlestar Galactica but she had been watching that for shallow reasons. The new Battlestar Galactica where Starbuck is a woman and Caprica Six looks scarily much like Tegan. But besides that, she hadn’t been a big fan of Sci-Fi stuff.

“I am so going to kill her. She’s not the one who has to live you and your new Dr. Who obsession, is it going to be like this every Saturday now?” Sophie asked her, as she stood up to go and put away Gandi with the rest of her stuffed animals (a knitted bunny called Buffy and a unnamed worn-out Gorilla).

“Don’t kill her, I would have found out eventually. It’s not like I’m the only who had been going insane this last week. Have you seen the media lately? And yeah, if that’s a problem I’ll just go over to Tegan’s place and watch it there.” Riley told her, pouting and making a motion to head for the door.

“Well, I think that would be best. You two can squee all you want like the fangirls you are, and I can read my book in peace and quiet.” Sophie told her, as she returned from the bedroom and kinda regretted saying that as she saw the hurt look on Riley’s face. Figures that Riley would pick up the one British thing that Sophie couldn’t stand.

“Well, I’ll just go then. I’ll be back later, maybe. I think there’s a Confidential after it. Your no fun.” Riley told her, as she grabbed her bag and jacket even though her jacket wasn’t really needed as she was only going next door but you never know.

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To Be Continued...

The return of the gummi bears. PG. Words_challenge.

2007-03-18T22:56:09Z

Title: The return of the gummi bears

Author: Dru

Rating: PG

Words: 145 according to RoughtDraft.

A/N: This is something I wrote for words_challenge. Challenge #7 - Not the end of the world.

I wanted to write something, so this came totally at right time. Well, you don't need to read anything that came before this, but it's more fun if you read this: Gummi Bears and get the whole red gummi bears thing.

I've decided to call this whole thing No Angels. So, instead of it being just called 15_song_titles in the memories it'll be called No Angels because not all of it is for that challenge. lol.

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"The fact that there are no more red gummi bears is not the end of the world." Sophie told Riley, who was muttering about having finished the last of the red yummy sweets.

“Well, that is your opinion maybe, but I think it is the end of the world when there are only a handful of red ones in a huge bag of gummi bears. There should never, ever be more yellow gummi bears than there are red ones. It’s just unnatural.” Riley told Sophie, as she obsessively tore the yellow gummi bears apart with great satisfaction shown on her face.

“You have issues. Serious issues.” Sophie told her, before she got back to reading her paperback copy of The DaVinci Code and Riley continued her mutilations of the evil yellow gummi bears.

“Says the woman with the bunny phobia.” Riley shoots back at her.

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The End. :)

Mine. Promt # 34 : Trollop. PG-13. ttm.

2007-03-17T18:01:21Z

Title: Mine
Fandom: None. original.
Prompt: #34 : Trollop
Warnings: umh, some talk of staking and chopping heads off.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Riley can not keep getting clothes borrowed, so her and Tegan go shopping. A person from Riley's past shows up.

Some feedback would be really, really lovely. :)

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Tegan was feeling all weird and fuzzy. Like she had, had too much to drink and she was about to pass out. But since she hadn't touched anything alcoholic for quite some time, she knew that couldn't be if but then why the hell was she so fuzzy. She knew she was being pushed up against a wall but that was about it, she trying to get her brain to work because this could not be good but it wasn't happening.

"You know, she's mine. So, I wouldn't do that if I were you, Kit." Riley told the guy who had done the cheesy thing and pulled Tegan into an alley. So, Riley had done it too but it's not like she didn't know it was cheesy but Kit didn't even seem to think it was and that was his problem. He lived up to so many of the vampire stereotypes.

Kit turned around and saw his baby sister standing there in all her glory with her hands on her hips and a bag from a nearby shop by her feet. She was looking at him like she always used to look at him when they had both been at home and he had done something she thought was stupid.

"Yours? How do you figure that one out?" He asked her, as he kept the slightly older looking blond under his trance so she wouldn't come to and hear what they were talking about. That always turned out so damn messy, and he was not one for the messy kills because it usually messed up his clothes and he'd need a shower. So, sue him, he was a bit vain.

"She just is. So, don't even think about laying one fang on her. Come on, Tegan." Riley told her brother, as she put out one of her hands and Tegan grabbed it before they walked off. Tegan only had memories of meeting Kit, Riley's brother and he had been very nice to talk to but they hadn't stopped for long and he said he was busy anyways.

Earlier:

"I seriously need some PJ's. I can not keep sleeping in the pants her mom gave her for Christmas and as comfy as the T-shirt is, it's a bit too small for me. Not that it shows much but I feel it. It's a bit tight." Riley told Tegan, as they headed towards Portobello Road to do some light shopping. Sophie had loaned Riley some money to buy clothes and stuff. Riley had grabbed Tegan as she arrived home just as Riley was leaving. And no, Riley had not used her vamp mojo to make Tegan come.

"Well, you do that then but I really have to see if this place has a book I've been looking for, for ages." Tegan told her, as she chewed on her lower lip and looked around to see if she could see a place that sold old books. She was sure she'd find one, she just had to look. It had been a while since she had been there and she was not a big fan of shopping. Oh, big shock.

"All right. We'll meet back in an hour by that bench. Is that okay?" Riley asked her, smiling like always as she pointed at a lonely bench which had probably seen better days in the past.

"Sure." Tegan told her, as she had already started to wander towards where she thought were some books on sale. After some looking around, asking and digging around she found it. It had both taken longer that she thought, but also been easier than she thought to locate. She really should come here more often, there were so many cute and funny things around here. Definitely a charm that supermarkets and malls were lacking.

She looked at her watch and saw that it was almost an hour, and she started towards the sad looking bench where they had meant to meet up, and walked past a young man with slightly wavy brown hair and eyes that made a cold chill run down her spine. It might just have been the wind, but today had been really good so far and she had on a sweater and a jacket over a shirt, so how a gust could get to her spine was a mystery.

She walked past him and tried to be friendly by smiling at him, but his eyes caught her and she felt a bit dizzy. She hoped she wasn't coming down with something because that would really suck. She hated how her body only seemed to break down on her when she was doing something not related to work. she never used her sick days for actually being sick and so she didn't really use them at all.

Her last one hundred percent clear thought is not to drop the bag that has the book. If she drops it, someone might steal it and she was not going on another hunt to look for that damn book. She was not letting go of her damn bag, even as she felt herself being pulled into an alley and her mind started remembering things from horror movies and teen slasher flicks. Great, she was going to get killed by some hot nut job and here she was obsessed with loosing her book. Shows how much she had grown up since she was a kid, or not. Still the same old bookworm.

Later:

"So, who's the trollop?" Kit asked Riley, as he walked beside Riley and Tegan as they made their way home. Tegan looked at him with shocked eyes. Who was he calling a trollop, they were not dressed like sluts and how would he know about either of their sex lives. She had thought he was kinda nice and hot, but with that comment she wasn't sure she liked him at all.

"Kit, don't call her a trollop. We'll discuss this later, but now we have to go home." Riley told Kit, and he could see it in her eyes that she wished that a stake in the heart actually killed them. But mostly she wished she had something sharp, so she could chop of his head. She didn't tell him where they lived because since he knew she was in town, he could find her on his own.

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To Be Continued...
Finished : 17.03.2007

Documentary. ttm. PG-13. #33 : Hopi

2007-03-10T05:06:20Z

Title: Documentary

Author: dangerous_47

Prompt: Week 33 - Hopi

Warnings/Spoilers: Umh, implied violence and vamps.

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Sophie leave for a family emergency, leaving Riley alone in the flat.

Author's Notes: I really, really like this one as well. It was kinda crappy when I wrote it down in my notepad, but then I typed it up tonight and re-wrote loads and I think it's pretty good now. I'm kinda proud of this one as well. *Grins*

I'm soooo damn late in posting though. lol. 5:04 AM. Well, it's not deadline yet but still. lol.

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"I'll get it." Riley yelled into the flat, as she was headed for the door as the doorbell rung early on a Sunday morning and Sophie was making her coffee. Riley still hadn't gotten any clothes, just mooching off Riley and Tegan so she had slept in some plaid PJ-pants and a T-shirt of Sophie which she hadn't worn in a while but were still usable. Like she would give her things that had holes in them or something, come on she's a nice a person.

When Riley opened the door, she saw an elderly couple with wide eyes. Okay, so she was probably not the person they had been expecting. By the way they looked, Riley was guessing that these were at least relatives of Sophie's. Then she gave them one of her big, bright smiles and stepped to one side so they could enter the flat. The man was ready to enter but the woman put a hand on his arm and stopped him for just a second before they headed inside. Guess we know who is the boss in that relationship. (she would say wore the pants in the relationship, but that sounds so old and well, like you need to wear pants to be the head of a family.)

"Hello. I'm Riley Nika. Who are you? I'm right in thinking you're related to Sophie?" She asked them, as they handed her their overcoats and the woman looked around the roomy apartment. You could see it plain on her face that she was not loving the cute little flat that Sophie had. Then it was probably her mother, because mothers are weird like that. They think they know best and nothing will be better than what they can offer.

"Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?" Sophie asked, as she came out of the kitchen holding her cup of coffee (she liked Tea just fine, but she usually drank it when she didn't have anything special planned that day) and looked at Riley who was trying to put the overcoats on hangers without dropping them to the floor. Sophie's mother had even handed over her gloves, scarf and bag too.

"We were just in the neighborhood and thought we would drop in to see how you were doing. Who's your friend, Aimi?" Her mom told her, which was such an obvious lie because when the hell had her parents ever just been in the neighborhood? Never, that's how often they had been. And she had lived here for years, and never had they stopped by. She usually met them at work with them going off to somewhere or she went to them. They never came to her. And Sophie hated it when her Mom called her by her last name. What, was her first name too long for her?

"Mom, she's just a friend." Sophie told her, and rolled her eyes. "And I know you're lying, so spill it. Why have you and Dad finally decided to grace my piece of haven with your presence?" She asked, as her Mom walked over to her couch and sat down before brushing that illusive imaginary lint of her dark purple skirt. Her father like always just stood to the side and let his wife do all the talking.

"Well, all right. You're brother has been in an accident and we're on our way there now. We were just wondering if you wanted to come with us." Her mother asked her, like she was asking her to come to someone's birthday party that Sophie didn't like that much or something. That was her Mom in a nutshell, nothing seemed to really panic her. She was always so freaking calm and well spoken.

You know how when children grow up and figure out their parents aren't perfect? That they make mistakes too? Well, that moment had yet to come for Sophie when it came to her Mom. It had happened with her Dad ages ago, when she was just in the early stages of her teens, but her Mom still seemed to be perfect.

"Off course, I want to go with you. He's my brother, after all and I love him. But oh, what about you, Riley? I don't know how long I would be and all." Sophie told her Mom, shock evident on her face before she turned on to Riley who was just standing there and watching the tension in the room with interest. She guess it was the same for all family. Humans and vampires.

Sophie's Mom looked over at her daughter's friend and noticed the moss green T-shirt and the plaid PJ-pants that looked suspiciously much like the pair she had given Sophie for Christmas last year. She looked young and she had plenty of curly, blond hair. She still wondered what the girl was doing in Sophie's flat at this hour on a weekend. She looked kinda young to be friends with her daughter.

"I think it would be all right if your little friend came along with us. There is room for one more." Her Mom told them, as if she had just given her permission for something. Which was ridiculous because they were both grown women (well, kind off) and they didn't need any permissions but that's just how it felt from her, it's how she always sounded since Sophie was born or at least, since she remembered.

Sophie looked at her and asked with her eyes ; Do you want to come? Maybe it was a little weird to ask someone you hadn't know for that long to come with you to see your injured brother but at least then she would someone else to talk to in the car. Her Mom was not the best person to be stuck in the car with, she could drive you insane without talking or if you tried to hold a conversation up with her she would say these things which you didn't know how to respond to.

"It's all right. I'll be good here on my own. Don't worry about me. You just go with your parents and see your brother. I hope he's not injured critically." Riley told Sophie, and using some of her vamp mojo to get her going with little argument because she knew this was one issue Sophie might try and get her to come with. But there was no way in hell that Riley was going anywhere with the sun up.

They had just left when the door was knocked on (the doorbell not rung) and Riley had to get up from the couch to go see who it was. She had drawn the curtains shut and turned off all the lights, so there was only the glow from the Tv. She could draw the curtains because the whole Sun thing was much more like a Sun allergy thing than her actually getting caught on fire by the sun.

"Tegan, hi. Sophie's not home, if you came to see her. Did you come to see me?" Riley told her, as she grinned at the other slightly taller blond who seemed a bit startled when Riley had opened the door and she came face to face with her. She had kinda been expecting Sophie and not Riley. Since the other night and that weird Déjà vu that Tegan got when Riley handed her, her keys she couldn't seem to stop fidgeting.

"Umh, no. I cam to see Sophie. I just wanted to ask her about something. Doesn't matter, I'll come back later. Do you know when she'll be back?" Tegan asked her, as she gripped her arm with her other hand and seriously wanted to just do something with her hands but she didn't know what. She was feeling a bit antsy, for some reason.

"Her brother was in a accident. She went with her parents to see him at some hospital. I don't know how she'll be gone. But do you want to come in?" Riley tells her, about what had happened earlier that day and then invites Tegan into the dark apartment and Tegan looks into it before looking back at Riley who just smiled at her and waited for an answer.

"No, you know I have some things I've got to finish." She tells her, but it's utter lies because she has nothing to do that can't wait a day or even two. "Well, maybe. Okay, just for a little bit. Maybe half an hour or so, then I really need to be going." Tegan told Riley, who just grinned as she closed the door behind Tegan and they walked towards the couch which had kinda become Riley's bed since she had started staying there.

They both sat on the couch and watched the Tv for a bit. Riley had her feet folded underneath her and seemed pretty engrossed in the thing that was on Tv but Tegan had no idea what it was about but then she had come into the thing pretty late so there was no wonder it made no sense to her but she had wanted to see if she could figure it out on her own because she didn't want to seem stupid and ask what it was about but that was becoming her only option.

"So, umh, what are we actually watching here?" She asked a few more minutes of trying to solve this by herself. She had slipped of her shoes and sweater. One foot drawn up and her arms resting on it. Being in the dark like this always made her kinda sleepy and having only the glow from the Tv was no helping, since when she was little she used to sometimes fall asleep while her parents watched Tv and she could hear the Tv as she was trying to fall asleep.

"Nothing special. Just some documentary about the Hopi Indian tribe in the U.S. Well, I thought it wasn't anything special but it is kind of fascinating." Riley told Tegan, but when she heard nothing back she looked from the Tv to Tegan and she saw that the other blond had fallen asleep. Though she couldn't blame her, it was a very comfortable couch plus it had a sheet on it, some pillows but her covers were on a chair next to the couch.

Riley figured she'd maybe finish the documentary, let Tegan sleep a bit (she put her covers over her) and try and ignore the way her neck was kinda bare and after she took of her sweater, her arms were looking kind of enticing as well. She could practically hear the blood rushing through her veins. She hated this, being friends with your food could be complicated.

And yeah, she tended to think of them as food. After all, that's what they were. She swore she saw a mouse shoot across the floor and decided to give the Hopi-documentary a rest and transformed herself into a black cat (among her favorites to change into) and went after it. Some real, genuine cat and mouse.

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To Be Continued...
Finished : 10.03.2007