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Author has written 211 stories for X-Men: Evolution, Ed, Edd n Eddy, Young Justice, Alice in Wonderland, 2010, Sisters Grimm, Doctor Who, Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew, Call of Duty, Supernatural, and Sherlock. ((This profile is updated on occasion, so follow the dates downward if you think I've died or something. I guarantee you I'm here.)) 19 November, 2012 I don't know how else to go about this without coming off awkward on all extremes, so I'm going to be formal with this, formal being the moderate term. Ever since the day I entered this world, since a name had been branded to my face, my full and uncensored name is FrankandJoe3, a bit too... professional for my taste. I go by F.J. more commonly, the III in my signature more a birthmark than a suggestion. Frankie will forever be reserved in my heart for my first friend on here... the one who opened my mind, cracked it down and gave me the hope I needed. I haven't talked to her in two years though, and I'm a little afraid too because change isn't one of my... strong points. Or criticism for that matter... and staying on topic. As you can tell. Just this year I outgrew Season One Dick Grayson of Young Justice, making me a 'fishie' in high school, a freshman in other words. High school may be a bit of a challenge to me, but I have loving friends, two houses of a loving family and a sense of hope that builds me up like a Jenga tower, just waiting for that one block to move so I can crumble I DNTKNOW WHERE I AM and break off to the tabletop. That's why a hefty portion of my stories are depressing, I suppose, but I try my hardest to balance it out for all those... for anyone... that actually cares when I post a story. I don't write for the people to read though... I write because this... e-emotion... has to go somewhere and there's nowhere else for me to send it off but in hefty portions of text... Some times though, I write because when I get a review, the feeling I get... I grin ear-to-ear and I feel this shimmer of purpose rise in my chest until it's reflecting out my cheeks in this... glossy pink shade... Not a blush, but happiness. It gives me a reason to be here, heart beating, blood flowing, eyes blinking... The main reason I write though is because I like to prove to myself that there was always a day when I was worse. If I hadn't deleted 110 stories from this site, I'd be far up in my 300s, but I keep some of my worse ones just to look back on and wince because of the horror that they were. So little structure. The awful plot. The dialogue that made me gag just a little... Then I'll look at the new stuff and still grimace, but a lot less hard and realize if I keep at this, maybe one day I can event to someone that actually matters. I can be a book on a shelf, pages weathered from all the hands that flipped its pages... That's a thought that propels me on too. A simple thought, yes, I know... but... Hey, we all have odd ways of cheering up or holding on. Just because you don't grasp at the concrete sill and watch the window for someone to help you doesn't give you the right to judge me as I do. -F.J. III November 18, 2012
I definitely ship two of my friends though. Jacob and Brock. I'll start with Brock first, mostly because I'm not too close of friends. He's a big Christian boy, reads the bible for book reports, carries three around with him all the time and uses the phrase, "Jesus loves you" a lot, but he's nice enough to know when he doesn't need to preach and when he needs to joke around about. He has hair like Justin Bieber's used to be, a dark brown mocha color almost, swept over his shoulders. His eyes match, a tinge of green near the pupil, and he has this brilliant grin that just makes you want to laugh because he looks like he's about to. He always wears this white jacket, in a large printed plaid pattern, white and black and he tends to wear skinny jeans, something that always astounds me. And then, up close, he has the lightest freckles, faded out so you can only see them when you're intensely discussing something. He's very pale, deathly in pallor if you would, but when he blushes, it's noticeable. And now Jacob, because I dated him for three years and I know him well. He's a Christian too, not as extreme, and he's defensive about what he believes in, but he refuses to judge others based on it. He's very innocent when it comes to sexual things, just this year making sex jokes and feminist comments, and he has this bubbly chuckle that giggles itself up from the base of his throat when he's truly happy, dark at first but then very light. He has blonde hair, like Niall Horan, only cut a lot shorter in the front (maybe an inch or two up?) with the goldenest tint to his lock. His eyes are naturally green, but the blue entwined desperately within them can confuse others. He has a few stray pockmarks over his cheeks and tan features, a lean physique to his chest leaving him without abs but keeping him those favorable muscles. He's a tenor, or I think he forces it at least, but he can falsetto like it was his calling. He prefers jeans and regular tank tops, but he has this dark gray jacket that is always stolen by the hoard of girls that lust over him because he flirts with anything that breathes. I don't just ship them because of their beliefs. If that was the case, I would ship myself with Neena and I'd prefer not to do that. She's gorgeous and all, but... no thanks. Anyway-- back on target. I like them together mostly because the second CJ and I brought it up, gay couples I mean, Brock popped up and suddenly made a big deal over Jacob. Hugging him, sitting in his lap, holding his hand, calling him sweetie, saying, "I love you!" and following him around like they really were lovers. He's never offended by it, more encouraged if anything, and loves how bad it makes Jacob blush up, straight to his ears that turn scarlet. I've seen Jacob when he's angry though. His forehead knots up in those three lines, his eyes grow misty and his voice becomes weak and strained. When Brock does all the stuff he does, blondie blushes like he's ashamed of us knowing. Now, I still like Jacob, but I'm just saying I wouldn't mind it if he got with Brock. Although Brock's the more affectionate one, I always pictured Jacob as the top. He's the kind that would be so embarrassed by it, all that unwanted affection that he'd be aggressive with their love, slamming Brock to walls and to the bed to get him to stop before green met brown and they passionately forced their lips together. Brock would purr, lacking two heads on blondie as he has to rise up the wall and put his legs around Jacob's waist while the taller of the two would have his eyebrows furrowed in a bit of anger, more pointed towards passion. During lunch today, he was sitting there, fighting with Hannah over the spot next to me (they do this a lot... confuses me. I want to say he likes me, but he likes every girl so I'm not getting my hopes up) so she poked him in the neck. In a matter of minutes, his neck turned a dark scarlet and the lines from where here nails had just barely tapped him were clearer than blood outlined in the snow. And me, being my perverted self, sat there with my smirk behind my fingers because I was imagining how easy it would be to hickey that boy. Just a matter of seconds and he'd be bruised up, writhing and whimpering happily underneath you... If necks could be attractive, his is now considered to be pretty damn sexy. So I wrote a heavy T rated fic about them that I can't post or send to anyone because of... ... ... reasons... and I figured, who better to share it to than fanfiction? They're all pervs, heavy and to the max! They understand my emotion! So... here it is I guess... With a Fluttering of the Pages "I have to finish my Health project, guys," Jacob explained himself to the probing eyes that wandered up at him as he lifted himself from his spot at the lunch table, scratching the back of his head lightly and pulling his shirt back down over his hips. "It's due after this and I don't think Kyra and Austin can stretch their PowerPoint out long enough to stall me." The brunette he had sat beside pouted, hand supporting her cheek before she nodded, offering him an encouraging smile as her blonde friend swiftly slid over to claim his spot at the crammed table. "It's okay, Boy Wonderful," she muttered quietly, ignoring the glare the glasses-wearing boy from across the table shot her at the nickname, "We understand. See you sixth hour." His eyebrows raised temperamentally, a line creasing his forehead ever so gently, returning the glare to the kid who shot it, his cheeks flushed a pale pink before he lifted his fingers in a backwards wave and calmly watched past the gym coach and the art teacher as they discussed some kid, in a foul way, obviously told from their tones. He continued up the hallway, studying the cream and ever so pale orange tiles until they turned into the purple and blue carpet of the library, a looming silence raising all of the hair on the back of his neck with a slightly worried frown to his lips. "H... hello?" he called out, eyes scanning the room, amazed to see no one there for once. The computer labs were empty, their monitors matching his blindly searching pupils, propelling him out into the actual library where he knew a few spare laptops were hidden. Lucky for him, the cart was unlocked and he pulled out number seven with a bit of expertise to his tug, shrugging off his uneasiness as he logged in. jacble noyoutastethefreakinrainbow The loading screen took its time, much to his dismay, but he took a deep breath to steady himself. He was okay. It was just the library. There was nothing in there but books with paper cuts and a water fountain to choke on. He was going to be okay. Another deep breath. He was okay. The device started up with a sharp wail, but there was no one around to see him curl up and shriek out in fear, his face turning to match the bound dictionaries along the back wall. He opened his PowerPoint slowly, the Morphine title screen opening up and letting him release a quiet sigh, fleeing to slide ten to add the last few necessary details about the drug's side-effects, opening the internet for when he was going to need it for the six required pictures. It was just six. He had a good twenty minutes to work on this if he could run to class before the tardy bell rang. That was assuring. "Morphine has many side-effects, including drowsiness..." he mumbled under his breath, fingers moving swiftly but lacking the correct decibel of click to keep him from hearing a much darker one somewhere around him. He froze, heart pounding fast, closing his eyes and looking up to the ceiling, uttering a silent prayer to himself before he lowered hiPLEASE HELPMEs gaze and cautiously peered over the laptop screen. Maybe it was just in his head? Just the fear getting to him? Had to be. He turned his eyes back down and typed a bit faster now, the adrenaline fueling his fingers to their fastest pace yet. "Hey Jay... let's play," a husky growl in his ear made him scream, flinging his arms back and tensing as he heard a small cry of pain, his heart resuming its beat when he recognized the brunette hunched over and clutching his stomach desperately. "Brock!" Jacob's eyes grew wide and he ran a hand back through his hair, pushing it up before he stepped closer, touching a delicate and brief hand to the jacket that covered the teen's shoulder. "A-... I'm sorry! You shouldn't have snuck up on me. I scare easy." The teen looked up through his hair, lips drawn in tight. "I noticed." The blonde laughed, grinning shyly before he grabbed Brock's pale wrists and pulling them back from where he had been hit, lifting his shirt lightly. It was easy to tell swim-team and wrestling had paid off over the years, envy building up in the base of his gut before he spotted the ever so light-tinted red spot. "I barely hit you," he promised the blushing brunette, confused as to why the near-white cheeks were almost pink now, the little smile worsening the spinning in his head. Why did he bite his lip? What was this? Was there some sick secret to this? Did he have AIDS now? Nurse Salley didn't say accidentally jabbing someone in the side gave them AIDS. But then again, he hadn't been able to hear her over the sound of his own blushing. "Do I get to hit you back? Isn't that the rule of taekwondo or something?" Jacob raised an eyebrow cautiously, surprised that the fifteen year old actually remembered what he was a black belt in. Or was that just an assumption from the hit? "It isn't a rule... but if you want to, I guess you owe you," he shrugged, backing his arms off from his chest and puffing it out, closing his eyes and tensing over so slightly. "On three?" He couldn't see Brock nod, but he assumed it when he heard a surprisingly loud "One" start the countdown, tensing him up harder and curling his hands up into shaky fists. "Two," he continued, ducking his head down just a little. He never heard three though, instead feeling two hands shove him back against something rough, probably the table from how bad of an ache it suddenly shot through his legs, and something touching over his lips. What... What was... Was that Brock? Why was he... Why were his lips... Why did they feel so... He opened his eyes wide, emerald orbs shaking in their sockets before he raised his hands, recognizing those soft little freckles, shoving the Christian violently off of him. "Brock!" he practically screamed, three parallel creases marring his forehead, his ears burning with enough heat to melt a victim of Mr. Freeze, tears ever so lightly brimming in the base of his eye. "W-what'd you-?!" The brunette had hit the wall, violently from the way he delicately cradled his head upon standing, a grimace to his features. "That hurt, Boy Wonderful," he groaned, crying out again as two tan fists, one bearing a slightly tarnished purity ring, slammed his forearms up beside his head on the door, shuddering as the glare bore deep into his eyes. "Never call me that," he snarled, breath close enough to warm up the trembling parted set on the one with his back framed perfectly to the wall. His brown eyes grew wide, hurt and in pain, matching crystalline tears filling the rim of each eye until it seemed natural to them, turning his gaze down quickly. "S... she calls you it," Brock muttered, voice pulsing with envy, backing up a hefty portion of the anger on the taller fourteen year old's face, "Why... can't I...?" Jacob hesitated, thinking on it for a second before he recognized the friend that the teen inches from his face was referring to, his eyebrows unknotting before furrowing themselves in a sort of surprised and depressed stage. "Because I..." the pink lips hesitated before the anger slammed back in a matter of a blink, his fingers wrapping to a bruising point around the covered thin arms. "Because I don't love her like I love you!" Brock never even had time to tense, giving a gasp of pain as the virgin lips smashed hard against his own, managing not to clash but still making it hurt, probably on purpose from the way he moved his lips, teeth catching what they could in the process with a faint growl in the base of his throat. The brunette on the other hand was nothing but a kitten, purring happily at every cry and wince of pain the blonde inflicted on him. They were like two lions out in the wild with the way their engines revved in those reverse ways, a shudder racing his spine down to the shorter teen's feet, making him arch up against the other teen happily. "I love you, too," Brock whispered against the blonde's lips, parting them for the emerald eyes to meet the brown set in a confused manner. "Y... you... do...?" he obliviously muttered, cheeks flushed straight to their core. The blush looked like it would stain, fluttering the brunette's heart like the maddest of butterflies before he moved forward, hoping to recapture those lips to kiss the surprise from them. Jacob had his head lifted though, as if apologizing to his God for the shame he was committing there, pressing Brock's thinner and lighter toned lips right to the tanner of the two's jugular. And praise Jesus above for his vivacious purr, the way he sucked his lip back into his mouth and rolled his eyes back up to heaven with a shuddering of his eyelids. "J...?" Brock started to question before the flustered gaze angrily beamed down on him and shut him up quickly. "Don't even! I-It caught me off guard and I wasn't expecting it and--," he began to speed talk nervous, a common thing he did when nervous. "And you liked it," Brock finished, curiously baiting out a response. Jacob let go of him, hands returning to his side before he blushed and sat back down on the laptop without a word. "It did, didn't it?" the brunette probed, kneeling beside him and resting his temple against the scarlet shirt, his eyes raised to look up at the blonde's features. He took the silence as a yes, raising up until he had a hand on either side of the chair, ducking his head and quietly touching his lips to the of the exposed neck, grinning at the shiver he induced. "T.. this isn't right," Jacob murmured, biting his lip strongly and doing a discrete little belly dance of sorts as the lips opened up a little, sucking quietly lower on the skin, remembering seeing pictures of how noticeable the marks were if done right. He didn't want a violet and gold hickey on his neck. Brock didn't want to be tasting blood. Neither of them didn't want something, but it was something they both had, only the blonde still happily gave out quiet little breathy of moans of content. "Please, Br-..." he hissed in pleasure, hating himself more and more as he tilted his head to give more room. "F-Five m.. minutes 'til class..." Brock just smirked though, wrapping his arms around the broad ones and kissing the still ever so shy lips on the blushing face before resuming his ministrations with nothing but the fluttering of the book pages in the background from the fans above to disturb them. -F.J. III THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS, F.J.. 02 December, 2012
Nothing but the Roar of the Fire The restaurant had to have been the classiest one I'd ever been to, the tables of a thick oak with a beautiful glossy shine, our porcelain plate clean except for the few crumbs that our stomachs couldn't handle and the tall wine glasses swishing back and forth with the amber liquid inside topping the dark brown flat parallel the start of my ribcage. I'd even dressed up, my stubborn hair that usually refused to do anything but play dead spun back up into a half bun with the rest cascading down my back in bouncy little chestnut curls. There were still those little runaways that chose to hang down by the ears that had failed to catch up with the growth of the rest of my body, but they didn't look half bad for once. I hadn't picked out the sky blue dress that bound my stomach in like a corset, but it had this amazing effect on my legs by hiding the scars that ran them up and down like a wildfire. My arms weren't that lucky, but the thin and nearly transparent lace white gloves seemed to help quite well from the lack of stares I got. The heels, white as the porcelain plates, I had ditched long ago under the table and had managed to get away with somehow, unless the beautiful babe beside me in the red arm chair really didn't care about them. This girl? She was classier than anything this earth had to offer. I had never seen anyone or anything this stunning, especially tonight. Her strawberry blonde locks were pinned back out of her stunning features in what had to be the most perfect braid ever, hanging over her right shoulder, drawing my eyes down to that skintight white dress that stopped in the center of her calves and made her pale skin look nearly as tan as mine. It had just one sleeve tracing up her arm, giving me a good view at the gorgeous bust she had, not that I wasn't discretely staring of course, her nails perfectly done up just for tonight. Her body though, perfectly figured as it was, wasn't where my eyes tried to focus though. That would be her face, one of my favorite parts of her. Those pale blue eyes captured the glow of the fire beside us, reflecting back its greatest flickers, her lips pulled open into the happiest smile I had seen in a while. All that make-up over her features wasn't needed, as I had told her a million times, but it didn't stop her from looking as gorgeous as she did, my arms wound gently around her waist. I leaned in carefully, my forehead gently nuzzling hers with our noses just barely brushing with a shy little giggle, meeting her gaze for permission before she closed the distance and chastely brought her lips to mine. I felt the red of her lipstick rub against the pale pink of mine, and nothing could compare to that besides the fact that I was kissing her, something that always brought those butterflies up in my stomach. I brought a gloved hand up and cradled her neck, holding her close to let her know I wanted her to stay, to say I wanted her in general. Gentle presses and softer kisses slowly opened up until I could taste the salmon and the wine on her tongue, a natural blush to my cheeks compared to the make-up induced one she wore. "I love you," I murmured against her lips, humming happily as she skimmed her hands lightly along my back. Hearing her laugh was heaven itself, but feeling it was an entirely different story, tasting her, "I know" before she pulled back with a firm kiss so I'd get the hint and let go with a little dazed smile. I lifted my wine glass up as she stared over at the fire, my gaze only on her as I downed the liquid carefully. "I mean it, you know," I reminded her quietly, gently slipping my hand into hers and grinning as she interlaced our fingers. She nodded gently, rolling her eyes with a grin of her own. "You tell me every other second." I set my head to her shoulder, closing my eyes weakly, purring as she ran her thumb over the back of my palm. "I just don't want you to forget," I whispered, looking up at her, "Do you even know what today is?" She paused, raising an eyebrow before looking down at me with a small smile. "Amnesia again, baby?" she teased with a chuckle, kissing my forehead, "It's Saturday, the night we've been planning to go out for a while now." I blushed happily, scrunching up my nose at the kiss, curling my other hand around her arm. "Not just Saturday... It's September 30th... Ten years ago, we met each other... and eight years ago, I promised you I was going to marry you." She shook her head, rolling her eyes. "I'll tell you the same thing I told you back then," she started tIDONT KNOW WHERE I AMo argue before I straightened up and kissed the argument from her lips gently. "I know, 'you're straight'. That doesn't stop me from wanting you..." She nodded, urging me into her lap which didn't draw out too much of an argument, my head resting on her shoulder as she held me, my favorite place in the world to be. "Why do you want to marry me so much? You always told me you never wanted to marry... that you didn't 'do commitment', remember?" her eyes watched mine with a different look, one that wasn't suspicious, more a darker form of curiosity. She was the only person who could make that look and still give me butterflies. I didn't care what she said. I could consider that interest in marrying me. It was an interesting question though... I... I looked up at her a second, reading everything I needed to right from those beautiful blue orbs. "You told me, a long time ago... you wanted to marry a bunch of guys... two who will love each other and you for three ways and such? Well... It always made me mad because... I knew... no man out there could possibly love you even half as much as I do. A quarter as much as I do. A tenth as much as I do. If you went blind, I'd sacrifice my eyes to give you vision. If organs were dying, I'd give up all of mine to save you, even my heart because... let's face it... you've owned my heart a lot longer than I have. They wouldn't do that. They never would. "I love you so much that I'd let it be an open marriage. I wouldn't make it public so you don't shame your parents, I'd take your last name and not tell anyone... I'd let you go out every night and sleep with a different man as long as you come back at least once a night... I'd be the back up plan you have so you know you're not alone. I'd leave you alone when you needed space and be there when you couldn't stand it. I'd help pay for the house when you lost your job, help pay the taxes and bills when they got too high... help you raise your kids when they become too much... "I just... I can't stand the thought of losing you to someone who'll just hurt you. I couldn't live with myself if I knew I could've done something if I had been better... if I had done something different... I'd honestly rather be dead six feet under than hear that some guy who doesn't love you hurt you. Than see those bruises and the tears and the pain you're trying to hide. I'd rather you do that to me. I'd let you hurt me if it helped you. Every bruise would be worth it. Every tear wouldn't hurt. Every bone shattered or split, it'd just be comfort in knowing I helped you with something... I even-" "Shut up," her golden hair seemed to have lost its shine with the tears that welled in her eyes, her arms linking around me as she trembled quietly. "J-Just... shut up." My lips parted in pain, tears burning in my own eyes. "No... I-I didn't mean to make you-," I began to apologize before she covered my lips with her own, easing my tears away with my shutting eyes, a blush to my cheeks as I returned it. When she backed up, those tears were still there, but there was a new look in her eyes. "I love you, so much... I'll never say it enough, I don't know if I can, but I do... so much," she whispered, clutching me close. I held her too, my head to her chest, smiling happily as I heard my heart beating in time to her own, my eyes closing. "Just once is enough, dollface... because I know you mean it..." And she held me there in the light of the fire. 11 December, 2012
But, a few days ago, a friend and I got in a fight over her. By that, I mean, she called me stupid for dating this girl. Then she called my girlfriend stupid. So this friend and I aren't talking any more, at all, and every time I see her, I want to punch out her throat. Seeing that I go to school with her, the day stresses me out a bit. Instead of thinking up some cute little scenario between me and my baby, something I do when I feel like beating my head against a mountain, I got this really... I got what you're about to read. The Love was Ironic The blonde bustled happily about the apartment she shared with her girlfriend of four years now, an arm full of groceries rested against her hip as the other fumbled around inside her purse until her pale fingers closed around the cold of her keys with a sparkling grin. They jingled slightly as she pulled them out, working the key against the slit in the doorknob on her third try and spinning the key, pushing the door open with her free hip and pulling the key out. "Effie!" she called out lovingly in a sing-song voice, closing the door with her foot as she walked in, "I have a surprise for you, babe!" Her cheeks turned a dark pink as she walked further into the apartment, setting her bag down on the kitchen counter and pulling one of the top items from the bag, holding it to her heart for a second with the biggest and cheesiest spreading over her lips before she paused, spotting a 100 dollar bill resting against the counter top. She didn't really think about it, just kind of raising an eyebrow before she went back to thinking about her girl, looking down at the item in her hands. It was a thin lace mask, white for the base with a sheer layer of pure glitter going over the triangle shaped eye holes fading out in a mass array of rainbow color leading straight up in vivid swirls until three long and thick feathers branched off into a triangle like point at the left tip laced with colored glitter along the outer stems. Even just glancing in the reflection of the stove, Kody knew how big of a reaction she would draw out of the brunette which only made her grin grow that much more, walking quickly through the kitchen and reaching inside her shirt to unlatch her bra, knowing how big of a hassle it was once they were in the bedroom, her fingers freezing when she saw a note taped on the bedroom door. She slipped her hand down, walking up to the white of the wood and tearing it off with her eyebrows furrowed. She almost considered not reading the note and just walking in, but the cursive in the writing had drawn her attention. Maybe she has a surprise for me too..." the blue eyed girl thought to herself, heart racing happily as she lowered her gaze to read the paper in her hands. "Kody- I found the pregnancy test. (this was erased). He loved you for three months, four weeks and two days. Love, P.S. There's a hundred on the counter to restock the medicine cabinet, my first plan didn't work. I'm not repaying you for the alcohol though. You're eighteen, so underage, and it isn't good for the baby. See? Caring for you more than he ever will." Kody's lips parted in horror, praying desperately now more than she ever had, basically kicking the door to the bedroom open and screaming in horror at the unconscious figure sprawled out on the bed. There were so many broken bottles, be it an empty alcohol or pill one, abandoned all throughout the bedsheets. "F.J.!" she sobbed, tears welling hard, ripping the mask from her eyes and pulling her phone from her pocket as fast as she could, jumping up onto the bed beside the slumped seventeen year old, crying out in pain as glass shards stabbed into her calves. The pain was nothing compared to what ripped at her stomach though, dialing for 911 with a heart that beat too fast to be measured on a machine, the horror-forced tears streaming violently down her cheeks as the phone set to PLEASE ELP ME I DONT KNOW WHERE I AM speaker and was set up onto the pillow. Her pale fingers grabbed at the shards, cutting her palms open as she did so, tossing them to the other side of the bed on the floor until she couldn't see any more, right when the operator picked up. "911, what's your emergency?" Kody gasped for air in agony, noting the blood soaking the five foot girl's clothing, fumbling to remember how to speak. "H-Help! I-I came home and m-my girlfriend's p-passed out in the b-bed! I think she t-tried to kill herself! I-I found the suicide note a-and... there's so much blood," she sobbed harder now, chest racking painfully as she pulled the clothes from the brunette's frame, an act that before had gotten her heart racing with happiness but now only broke it. There were shard-marks all along the girl's thighs and her stomach had a fair share to match, but it was her arms, before covered in a jacket, that held the real scars worth admiring, scarlet bubbles still tricking out of them down the originally bruised skin. "What is your address ma'am? We're se-," the operator started to say, but Kody couldn't wait that long. She blurted out their address fast, repeating it when asked, sobbing even harder as the woman on the other end of the line assured her that an ambulance was on the way. It just helped remind her that this was real, that it was her girlfriend half-dead against the comforter. Hiccuping hard on the sobs that kept her from entirely breathing even, she leaned forward and desperately kissed the parted pink lips, cold tears hitting the closed amber eyes and rolling down them like the ones that had obviously beaten her own in leaving tracks. They tasted bitter, a lime aftertaste to them, still wet to the touch; her lips. "F.J..." she murmured against them, cradling the face in her bleeding palms, staring into those closed eyelids and feeling what was left of her hope disappear as a squeak didn't split the alcohol-covered lips. Her girlfriend was gone... That was all that could work through her mind as she sobbed onto the bare chest, tracing the cuts along the concave stomach that still suffered from the anorexia the girl had put herself through as a child. F.J. wasn't crying as that hand skimmed her stomach in pain. She wasn't blushing because that hand was against her flesh. She wasn't biting the side of her lip in shame as her secret had been discovered. 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"I guess I always was a failure..." She tested her muscles with eyes closed, tears burning angrily in the brim, feeling a tightness in her thighs and arms, only tensing as she moved her stomach, a weight pressuring it down and keeping it from moving. It propelled her eyes open again, the tears blurring the world around her until she blinked them off, recognizing the mass of blonde curls spilling out over her chest with a pang in her heart. There was only person who would lay here at her side and unashamedly lay to rest on her stomach, only one person willing to hold her scarred hands. "Kody," she breathed quietly, gritting her teeth in agony as she noticed how thin the blonde looked, forcing a smile as the blonde weakly sat up in surprise, eyes swelling in shock as she noted the brunette's consciousness. The two met gazes for the longest time, tears on tears, both with aching hearts but neither moving until F.J. averted her gaze weakly. "I-I... guess you already had... the baby... sorry I wasn't there for you," she choked out, blinking once and letting a hot tear track streak down her cheeks at just the thought, trembling roughly. "T-tell me about it... b-boy or girl?" The girl blinked down a few tears of her own, raising her hand to gently cup the deathly pallored face, tracing the lifeless cheeks with a saddened look to the edge. "Effie..." she whimpered quietly before all of the sorrow in her face turned into a direct rage and she slapped the cheek nearest her hand with a sharp crack, drawing a cry of pain from the brunette's lips. It didn't go heard though, because the second it started, the blonde was to her feet and bending over, lips pressed desperately to the ones just having recently regained full WHERE AM Iconscious movement with a choked little sob starting it. In a matter of seconds, the blonde was up in the hospital bed with the brunette, straddling her to where she sat between the girl's navel and the start of the cuts halfway down her thighs with the bedridden one grasping at her shirt tightly, the two of them kissing with a passion that only reunited lovers could possibly express. "I missed you," Kody murmured into the seventeen year old's mouth, loving how the blush consumed the pale cheeks and gave them that full color they were lacking and loving even more how starving the lips pressed to her own were. F.J. ran her fingers happily through each little curl, loving how they slid over her fingers, sliding down the girl's back and rubbing it gently, knowing how much the blonde loved it, gasping as those hips ground into her, eyes rolling back happily with a small little groan. "I love you," she whispered back, the metallic tongue exploring her mouth the first thing she had tasted in three months, something her unconscious body had yearned for every second of that. It made her stomach growl out hungrily, the vibrations drawing a delighted giggle from Kody's lips as she gently pulled back, still crying but with a happier tone now. She held the scarlet face in her hands, resting their foreheads together. "If you listen to me any time, I want it to be now, Effie. I love you, and only you! AndmaybeJasonbuthe'snotrealso... I would never cheat on you, and I'd never have a kid that I didn't get your full approval on! I made up the boyfriend thing so I'd have an excuse while I was out working a second job to buy you something... I didn't want you to know and..." She stopped, seeing the pure relief in those blurry amber eyes, a bubbly giggle parting the teeth still lined with braces of blue and pink, before F.J. lunged up and wrapped her arms tight around her girlfriend. The giggles kept on until they were quiet sobs, the hug tightening and tightening until it just couldn't, tears marring the pink shirt bound to the older woman's chest. "I know... I said... I just want you to be happy... but... I-I couldn't do it... I love you, Kody... a-and..." she couldn't sob hard enough, her nails running along the fabric and managing to draw lines against the pale back beneath, but the blonde didn't feel the pain. She couldn't have been any happier there, feeling the moving limbs against her, kissing frantic against the bruised crown and feeling the butterflies shoot up through her at the quiet squeak of happiness that vibrated out against her shoulder. "I am happy... with you... and you can accept my apology when we get home and you see what I have for you, baby," she pulled back, setting her hands gently to the front of the hospital jacket, smirking with a seductive accent to her eyes. It lit up the bruised face beneath her more than that of the night sky on its clearest night, a certain glow taking over the pain that only she seemed to know how to give off, managing to shed the regular angst for the brightest of happiness. "Get me a nurse, doll face. I think I'm ready to get out of here." XxXxX F.J. was quiet the whole ride home, peeling back the bandages slowly and staring at the puncture marks along her arms, understanding there had been stitches all along the length of the scars, jumping when just as they pulled up outside the apartment building, a pair of gentle lips kissed along them. "No pain tonight, Effie... only the good kind," she promised, walking her girlfriend up the stairs with their hands lovingly entwined all the way up to the door. When they got inside, Kody locked the door with a small little smirk, looping her arms around the girl's neck and kissing her gently before tugging her along with the gentlest of a grin. "Go get your bikini on," the blonde whispered carefully against her ear, not moving until the brunette had disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. 17 December, 2012
I mean. Ugh. Maybe it's just because it's almost Christmas time, but I can't get her off my mind. So I'm just a little upset okay. A little being an underestimation. I feel like a failure. I love my girlfriend. God, she's just.. perfection in itself... everything about her... but... they're so alike. I hate that. It hurts. I'll be telling my friends why this girl's any different and they tell me it's just like her. And then it hurts again. Again. And then again. But the thing that I can't ever get out of my head is both of them saying, "I like small." Small. Food is the enemy when I want to what someone wants, but I just can't be. I'm always so sad. In pain. Complaining. So unattractive. Why can't I just be perfect too? Please. I want at least my girl to love me like I love her... BUT THAT WONT HAPPEN IF I CONTINUE TO MOPE. UGHHH. I AM. DONE WITH. YOU ALL. I'm just kidding I love you come back. 25 December 2012
The bile nestles itself atop the knot in your throat like a bird in its nest, assituating itself until enemies come near, more of the sad, causing it to rise and convulse small shivers along the tops of your shoulders to the very underneath of your elbow. The nausea rises to where you'd imagine your Adam/Eve's apple is, and then goes back down in a residual sort of pattern, almost like the ocean, same with the cold chill. Your eyes burn the worst kind, but the pain is so strong that not a single tear can be shed. The body is too weak to be weak. All you feel is the burn at the very base of your head, the one that makes you want to press your head deep into the pillow and sleep until the world is dead around you, but your heart soon joins this ache because you know the thing causing you to feel this will just keep you up longer. Even trying to smile is a task. It feels like your cheeks were numbed before fishhooks were stabbed tightly through them, anchors weighed down at the bottom. Even just the smallest smile hurts and you're left with a stronger burn in your eyes, usually causing a blur to the iris and pupil. The world can start to slowly fade in white, like the start of a snow storm as the tears continue to brew, that is completely normal. Your chin will get wobbly, as if you're about to puke with the bile still strong at your apple, your whole mouth full of those tears you just couldn't shed. Swallowing them down is pointless for they just bounce back up with the building pain below, your teeth ever so lightly shattering if you attempt to close them without grinding them. Your fingers will lose feeling, a cold kind of numb, as if you shoved them in a freezer over night and you were just now removing them. Your wrists will be an icy temperature just to you, the shivers from your shoulders should focus only on your elbows to your wrists by this point. Breathing starts to get harder, like your lung was cut and air is slowly leaking out, making it harder and harder to see and breathe. This is usually when the tears start, for that last stand kind of pain. Slow at first, one every minute, hot and sticky as they leave slow tracks. The tracks stain though, and as your breath continues its hitching, the streams grow faster and faster. You start to hiccup by this point, otherwise referred to as stuttering where your mouth just won't allow coherency, instead making your chin wobble and your voice crack in and out like puberty. Then the trembles start again. These can be light little trembles or full blown quakes, but either way, the gasps with them will leave your ribs aching and your stomach clamoring desperate for something to fill the whole. You try and eat, but you can't swallow past that pain. It's there, firm and refusing to budge. So it comes back up. All the food, the drinks, the pain. All that release without any for you. Just more emptiness, more pain. And then, you learn to fake it. They say the happiest people are the ones who are most scarred. The girl always laughing in your art class, telling you to be happy because there's just no reason to be sad? She could slowly be recovering from a suicide attempt with divorced parents, a mentally rendered brother, a dead best friend a girlfriend who broke up with her when she was needed most. That boy with the heart warming smile? His dad could've murdered his parents before his eyes and stole over the Mexican border, bestowing him to live with an abusive aunt with only the thought of his father's vow of coming back one day to kill them too keeping him on. The smile is the worst stage. That's when they need the help. The blood from the hooks mingling with the tears that no one seems to notice, that's when you need to hug them close and ask what's wrong. They're tired, that's always the thing. But of what. Nothing's wrong, I swear. I'm just a little overprotective and I'm pissed at myself for it because hearing how happy they are with other people... ugh, makes me want to stab myself in the arm or something. I won't though. Not yet. I still need that arm. 01/02/13 Tick tock goes the clock Tick tock goes the clock Tick tock goes the clock Tick tock goes the clock Tick tock goes the clock 02/02/13 "Rose went away So the Doctor is blue. Ask Donna, “Where’s the Doctor?” She’ll reply, “Doctor Who?” Sarah Jane, and Martha, And now both the Ponds Had their fun with the Doctor And now they’ve all gone. So ask me again Why the TARDIS is blue: There’s a sad man inside With both hearts torn in two." 18th February Roses are red Sherlock's blood too. There's pain in John's voice, "He's my friend, let me through." 27 February And we were going thrift shopping when I picked up this dress that looked identical to River Song's in "Let's Kill Hitler"! I've got her hips, and with some curlers' assistance, I'm going to cosplay her! I'm so excited!! Just a buttload of emotions! But, to celebrate the arrival of the new episode of Doctor Who, I'm going to do the 30 Day Doctor Who challenge. I won't be writing stories, but rather... well, you'll see. February 27 Day 01: Favorite Doctor My favorite Doctor is, and always will be, Nine. This isn't just a pity like because he barely lasted a season, and this isn't a trash-talk to the other two (in New Who at least, I've only just started Classic). I love all of my Doctors the same, but I'm going to back myself up. Reasons why it isn't Ten: Ten was a wonderful Doctor. He was full of such love and enthusiasm, but it's because of that that he's not my favorite. He spent his whole regeneration time bothering with love and relationships, whether he knew it or not. Starting out with Rose's love only to lose it, he becomes a creature of war, of anger! That's when he became poisonous, influencing all of his companions to throw themselves in harm's way for him which only further pressed on his madness. He knew that to save Rose, he had to let her go, so he did. He saved her life. He was still in love with her, so he gave her up. And for the longest time, we know he looked for ways to return to her because he told her to go to Bad Wolfe Bay. That means he looked for loopholes in time and space to find a way to see her again. His love made him reckless. HE BLEW UP A SUN TO SEE HER AGAIN. That may be seen as romantic, but there were probably planets out there that needed that sun! For all we know, there could've been people on there! His love for her made him murderous! Then, with Donna, she arrived right as he lost Rose. He was wrecked, he was in pain, and she was screaming. He didn't need another companion, yet he kept her. He befriended her. He became a part of her family, so to say, and he depended on her. He wanted to blow himself up with the Siccaracs, or however you spell that spider breed's name. If it hadn't been for Donna, the Doctor would've killed himself there because he was still wrecked. When Donna left for a little, he found and saved Martha, ensuring her love with a genetic switch of a kiss. She loved him for all the episodes she was in and he was still hung up on Rose, his reason to keep fighting. He said it in the episode with Charles Dickens and the witches! Two companions later and he was still attached! When Martha chose willingly to leave his life of danger, he was in shock because he sort of expected to lose her too. He didn't though. She let him go, and that hurt him. When the Master shows, the Doctor is so eager to protect him because he finds out he's a Timelord too! The Doctor does whatever he can to save this man, because he thinks he's alone. All those companions he's had and he doesn't feel in company. All those people he hurts? He's still alone because he's the last of his kind. Donna returned, and became the support he needed. His stability! And with her, he regained every lost companion. Rose, Jack, Jackie, Mickey, Sarah Jane and Martha, all aboard his TARDIS again. We see how big of an impact he has, how big of a family he has, but also how many people he's put in danger. If it hadn't been for 10-2's arrival, they all would've died because of him! Mickey, Martha and Jack took off to lead normal lives, Sarah Jane alongside them. Jackie and Rose went back to their parallel world with 10-2, a support for Rose because the Doctor still cared so much for her that he'd rather her be happy with at least something of him than he be happy himself. And then, the Doctor Donna. We see the hopelessness seep into Ten's features, the same look he got when Rose was trapped in the parallel world on the opposite side of the wall in Doomsday, as Donna gets every bit of information the Doctor has. And it's killing her. Eating her away, destroying her from within! So he makes her forget. She survives this one, but she doesn't remember him. Her grandfather, bless his soul, does and just stands there crying because that's a memory he has to hold secret. All of his companions were left with pain that he caused. He did more harm to them than good, even if he didn't intend it. And it was with that thought that Eleven was regenerated. Reasons why it isn't Eleven Eleven is born full of the guilt that Ten built him up on. All he knows is hurting people, and he's so scared of being loved again because he knows how dangerous he is! It's this self-hatred that mainly leads to my not selecting him. His biggest fear was suggested to be himself, when he looked in that room and brokenly murmured, "Of course it's you." He admitted that he doesn't get why he's called the Doctor, a name meaning healer, so he thinks all he ever does is hurt people which isn't too far a stretch. He's lucky to land in Amy's yard though, quickly befriending her and inviting her to see the stars because she's like a faerietale and for once, he wants a happy ending! But he's twelve years too late. She comes with him, but she's married and the danger unfurls from there. Rory dies, Amy's dutiful husband, all the while the attention is stolen from him and given to the Doctor. Rory and Eleven fight for her attention it seems, always resulting in death and pain, to the point he gets Amy to forget him so there isn't any pain to begin with. But then, unable to resist, Eleven crashes the wedding and they're all together again, the three of them and his box. They travel all about the universe until Demon's run, finding out the infamous and touchy-feeling River Song is actually Melody Pond, Amy's daughter robbed from her. And the Doctor, he doesn't particularly love her because he won't love again. He can't love again! He'll just hurt them... but maybe he loves River. He marries her, he tells her his real name so he's no longer just a "Doctor Who?" and then he loses her, like he loses everything else. And we find out just how guilty he is in Let's Kill Hitler when he's trying to find a voice interface. He sees himself and asks for someone he likes implying he hates himself. Rose comes up and he screams, "Guilty!" because all of her memories flood back after he's tried so hard to forget her. Donna shows up and it's a repeat. Martha, the same. The only one he didn't repel at was little Amelia, the one girl he hadn't messed up on yet. He only liked who he hadn't poisoned. When he loses Amy and Rory to the angels, that's his last straw. He becomes depressed and hangs up the towel, retreating to a past day London where he just sits up on a cloud and sulks so no one else has to be hurt by him. When he finds Clara, oh lovely Souffle girl, he thinks maybe he's done right, but she dies. Like everyone else, she dies and he's left trembling. But there's a chance, living on a memory, that she's okay so he chases that down. His family that's so big, he's left them all. For now, he's just a madman with a box. Reasons why it's Nine: In the beginning, the only regrets Nine have involve the war in which he lost all his brothers. Though he does blame himself, he uses this blame for the better! He vows that, "Nobody has to die this time!". He starts out on love. He finds Rose and instantly, she's his life. Saving her, caring for her and falling in love with him. He's a creation of war, but he's dormant now because he has something so beautiful to protect with him. Rose is his bane and she holds him peaceful. He has nothing strong to regret yet. There's no anger gushing from his sides. He's new, he's fresh and he has a fantastic regeneration CAN ANYONE HEAR ME PLEASE I'M TRAPPED to live out. 28 February Day 02: Favorite Companion This is a hard one for me because there's only been one companion that I didn't like. Every companion was brilliant in their own way... but... I think I'm going to have to say is Craig. Reasons Why It's Not the Others: I loved Rose. She was a sweetheart, she completed the Doctor, but I don't think that man was cut out for love. She ruined him! Even when he's with Amy, he uses her name as an exclamation [Flesh and Stone, he yells out, "Rose Tyler!" before obsessively murmuring that time can be rewritten]. He's meant to be a hero, not a lover. I never liked Mickey. Not even for a second. He annoyed the crap out of me. Partially because I shipped the Doctor and Rose so hard together but... no matter what he did, I wanted no part of him. Jackie was a sweetheart, but only as Rose's mom. She was never a companion to me. Jack Harness... oh sweet Lord where do I start? HE'S THE FACE OF BO. He's attractive. He sacrifices himself for the Doctor. He was made with the help of Rose, technically by default making him the Doctor and Rose's son... What isn't there to love?! He's not a companion though. He was family. Donna was great. She showed up when he was hurting and saved his life. I think having to have her forget wrecked the Doctor just as bad though, because he was so set on having a friend... one that wasn't for loving, just there for him, and she couldn't do that. She tried to hard. Martha was a badass, and I loved her exit, but she was in love with the Doctor and... he just wasn't feeling it. She left him, I think, because she wanted him to love her back and he just couldn't. Not with Rose ever having existed. Wilf was almost my favorite, I'm not going to lie. I have every episode he's in recorded and protected. He didn't give everything for the Doctor, but he damn well tried. The only reason it's not him, I think, is because I liked Craig a little more. I never saw a thing wrong with Wilf. Amy was our Scottish little fairytale, a sweetheart who almost pulled a Martha until her Rory showed up and slapped some sense into her. Her stories warmed my heart, which also made it so easy to break. I think because she had such an effect on the Doctor that he went into hibernating after her death... that's why she's not my favorite. Rory was never my favorite. In the beginning, I hated him because I loved Amy and the Doctor's interaction and he got in the way of that. When I saw how much he loved Amy though, I kinda grew to enjoy his face. He was such a dedicated husband... I loved him as Amy's husband, not as a companion. River is my favorite female character. Her storyline was amazing, her dialogue stunning and just look at those curves! I want to be like her when I get older, minus the timey wimey stuff. She's just so beautiful and confident... she's not my favorite though because she has a few upcoming days to herself. Reasons why Craig is my favorite: Craig was in two episodes, and I loved him to death in both. He's not some tough big shot that's got muscles and aim and is willing to sacrifice himself for some alien guy he just met. No, he's a bumbling awkward run of the mill guy! He's normal! He has a family; a wife and a beautiful son, our little Stormaggedon... He welcomes the Doctor in like a friend, because that's what they are, and we see the human side of the Doctor. He works at a toy shop while he hangs out with this guy! A TOY SHOP! And the interaction between Craig and Eleven, god, they're perfect! I ship them on occasion, just because of their beautiful bromance. But Craig is my favorite, aside from his normalcy, because when the Cybermen took control of him... it was his son's crying that brought him back. It wasn't the Doctor. It wasn't sheer will. It wasn't a miracle. It was his baby boy's cry of distress. He fought off an alien mind control earpiece because his son was crying. That's just... just beautiful. 28 February I know, I'm on a Doctor Who spree. Love me all the same. But, I have a conclusion as to why only two people in the universe know the Doctor's real name besides himself: He comes from a different planet, one that writes their beautiful language out in circles and lines and all sorts of intricate designs. That kind of work doesn't translate into English words! It never could! I read a theory that his name is a math problem, and I completely agree with it. How else would you read off circles to someone? Oh. And. From "Amy's Choice", when Amy says, "You save everyone." The Doctor's face. You see the hope drain and he realizes how little Amy knows about him. Every companion he's ever had flashes before his eyes. He sees them all leave. He feels himself lose them all. "Not always," he murmurs, before he apologizes, more broken than anything else. And he just continues to break. "Then what is the point of you?" He feels himself break away, and it hurts. It hurts more than Rose. It hurts more than Donna. It hurts more than Martha, more than Jack, more than Astrid. It hurts more than anyone who's ever stepped onboard his TARDIS, because he thought this time, he had it right. 1 March Happy Birthday to Dean Winchester and Ron Weasley! My babies are growing up on me! -sniffles- Day 3: Least Favorite Companion Mickey Smith. If that's his name. Rose's boyfriend. I didn't like him. At all. I'm not racist or anything, I just didn't agree with his character. The attitude was awful, he interrupted my OTP and he seemed kind of forced so he'd be paired up with Martha at the end. 1 March My 200th fic is coming up again! I think I'm going to try again at a smut fic- BETA'd this time of course. It's probably going to be a Birdflash songfic to Suit&Tie by Justin Timberlake because let's face it, I have a thing for guys and ties. And for my girlfriend. But you know, the guys in ties are fictional so it's totes okay. And seeing that I recently joined the Supernatural fandom (Season six already, baby!), I already have a Supernatural fic prompt drafted up. It's called "Cue the Choir" and it's about Dean confronting Cas over the angelic choir stereotype. Oh by the way did I mention I ship Destiel like I ship Birdflash? This fic will just be bromance, the two biggest "moments" being Cas holding Dean's hand in the end and a line along the lines of, "A dying is cow is not too unpleasant of a noise" which qualifies as a flirtation in my version of Cas' book. I'm not going to totally ditch the Young Justice fandom though. I love my babies, and I'll love them even past the end! So, smut fic coming up and Supernatural trial. Then I'm thinking of joining the Sherlock fandom (after Season 3 starts, I can't have Young Justice happen to me again that's just too painful) and getting a few Johnlock fics up and out. But that's worse case scenario. I think I'm going to stick to Young Justice for now. Before I even touch Sherlock, I want to try my hand at another few Doctor Who fics, and maybe even a crossover of Doctor Who and Young Justice because that's winning the poll. Oh! I do have a Doctor Who fic coming up! It's called, "The Perks of Being a Timelord". It's set right after the Ponds all die and leave the Doctor. I imagine at this point, he was like, screw it, and i'm done with this dumb planet and these dumb emotions and he's willing to risk a temporal hole because damnit he misses Rose. He hops in his TARDIS and manages to catch her wrist before she gets in the tenth Doctor's TARDIS. He's almost in tears, and he tells her that she doesn't recognize him, but he does her and he knows how much she loves the man inside. He tells her to go tell the Doctor how much she loves him. She laughs and hugs him, because she knows her Doctor, and tells him that she loves him and that he should already know it before she kisses his forehead and tells him to scram before he tears a hole in time. So I guess it's 11/Rose which is two men from being my OTP, but I can tolerate it. I tried to make a comic of it but I'm just terrible. I wonder if anybody actually reads this. i don't kn0w wher3 i amEh. I don't care. If you do, hi there. I hope you're having a brilliant day. I also want a Hardy Boy/ YJ crossover. Like, Fenton Hardy is kidnapped and Bruce knows his importance so he brings the Hardy's to the Cave and they all meet up and stuff. Then Frank snatches Robin's glove and wows them all with his computer skills. While the crowd's distracted, Joe walks up and puts an arm around Dick's shoulders, earning a glare from Wally. "Hey, Dick," Joe kind of smiles. "Hey jerk," he returns calmly. Joe laughs. "Come on, don't play stupid. I don't need to see those eyes to know it's you." And Wally's all BUT DICK NU U SED I WAS TEH ONLY 1 IMMA GO KIL MISELF. 2 March Day 4: Favorite Villain My favorite villain is easily the Doctor. He kills everyone he comes in contact with, even if he never intends it. 3 March Day 5: Favorite Alien I loved the concept of the weeping angels. A creature that you can't hide your face from? Something you have to stare at-- not in the eyes-- otherwise you're sent back to die before you're born?! Genius!!! My favorite one though has to, obviously, be Angel Bob. Angel Bob was a key component in his episode and he sent chills down all of our spines. 4 March
So, I just watched all of Sherlock. That was painful, I see why the fandom is the way they are. I'm about a moment away. I'm already sketching insanity. But I had this dream, set after the fall. Here it is, roughly written up.: John's down at the cafe he and Sherlock would go out for Sunday lunch on. Sherlock would never eat. He'd just sit there with his hands together under his nose, and he'd never take his eyes off John because that helped him find his Mind Palace. John had made him feel safe, and now John had lost him. The loneliness had hit him hard. He didn't really eat much anymore. Just a coffee. Sleeping brought him dreams, and every other one had Sherlock deducting him away. A small sip and then his phone buzzes. An unknown number. He opens it: Still looking for that miracle? In an almost state of horror, he chokes on his coffee and sets it down, staring at the text with trembling hands before he replies. I never stopped. And he waits, sipping his coffee again, squeezing his eyes shut with that last and final desperate hope that it's what he's thinking. There's nothing he could want more, nothing besides a good night's sleep of silence, but there wasn't a chance of that anymore, was there? He held his breath, exhaling slowly as his phone buzzed again. Come to 221B Baker Street. There isn't a moment of hesitation. He practically throws his coffee cup back onto the table, along with a tip for the lovely barista who had listened to his story on his worst days, before he snatched his phone up and walked briskly from the cafe. There wasn't time to hail a cab, he realizes as he begins to raise his hand for one. He didn't need one. A deep breath and a trembling hand before he's running down the street with tightly clenched fists and a last and final desperation running through every ounce of him. He can't tell if he's frightened or ecstatic. More likely both. Fifteen minutes later, out of breath, he's standing at the door of their flat. Ms. Hudson rarely left her own flat nowadays; said seeing John as miserable as he was did her heart a painful score. His fist trembled as he reached for the doorknob. It was unlocked. Someone was in there, someone waiting for him. Without a thought, he pushed open the door because he realized, he didn't care. If that was his miracle... If it wasn't, maybe he'd have some excitement. He had grown rather... bored... lately. But, there wasn't excitement. Instead, there was a figure on the couch. The black trenchcoat was unmistakable, but it wasn't until the curls that John felt tears of utter amazement well to his eyes. Three years, he had waited for this moment. He had thought out what he was going to do. He imagined every punch, yanking that man up by his lapels and laying it to him before hugging him tight enough to break him in half. He didn't do anything he planned though, mostly because he hadn't imagined this would happen. In fact, he had never thought he'd see Sherlock again, but there he was with his back on the couch and his hands held in a praying like motion beneath his nose. "John." The greeting was subtle, quiet but so full of expectancy. It was almost waiting, tensed a bit. John realized, from the position and how the coffee table had been averted, that Sherlock had expected to be hit. And hard by the way he had his head propped up. "You could," John murmured, his voice shaking with the ghost of a grin. please help me Now it was Sherlock's turn to sit up, and he did it dramatically perching on his feet with his elbows on his knees. His eyes squinted tight before they slowly swelled back to their regular size. He was thinking. Surveying. "What?" he leaned back when he realized he couldn't read what his blogger meant, his right hand a gentle fist with his thumb grazing the knuckles. He was anxious. John remembered that. It had been odd to see the man out of his element, which is why he hadn't forgotten. He smiled again, walking over until he slowly sank into his seat. "Be that clever. I knew you could," the blonde's breath shuddered, and he stared over in wonder. Sherlock returned the gaze, unblinking as the tumblers in his head fell into place. Hollowed eyes, dark bags. He hasn't eaten well in months, and he's lacked a good night's sleep in a long time. Bruised knuckles, left index still scabbing over. Anger and frustration, he's punched something. The wall, most likely from the covered splintering he had noticed on his way in. A thick five o'clock shadow on his face, disheveled from lazy shaving. He hadn't been on a date in a while. He was lonely, and he didn't care. He had lost a lot of hope. Messy hair suggests he didn't comb it, and that he tossed vicious in his sleep, probably pulling tightly on it when he awoke to shake the nightmares. He had been plagued with them from the war, and his death must've triggered them again. His breath wasn't leveled either, the pant in his voice suggesting he had ran the whole while here. The time frame suggested he had been at the cafe, and the coffee stains on his cuff were evident enough. Where were the food stains? He always had a bit of syrup on his collar from where his laughter had spilt it. He hadn't laughed in a while. A long while. Nicks to his neck, shaving burns obviously, had no seeming end. He was careless. He couldn't be bothered to do it neatly. He wanted nothing to do with women, and in some time too. His bed hadn't been made in months, just Sherlock's, though it had obviously been used. Had John been sleeping in his bed? He took good care of it, more than anything else of course... he had even bothered to buy sugar cubes. And crisps. None had been used though, and the trashcan suggested he had bought them for someone who wouldn't have been home. And that smell... cigarettes... plenty of them. Empty cartons everywhere. His blogger had borrowed his nasty habit, and he was in need of a good smoke right about now from how his fingers trembled. Or was that his emotion? Maybe he wasn't dependent on them. He himself hadn't smelt a lot like them. His clothes had though. They had positively reeked, but only the ones he wasn't wearing. He must've sought out peace, thinking that smoking would help the stress... or make the pain last a few years less. But there John was, grinning with genuine happiness in his eyes. Sherlock knew him better than anyone else. He knew that he should've been walked up to, stared directly into the eyes of before he was shoved back onto the couch, straddled and slugged until he couldn't see right. He had waited for the blows, even dosing up on pain killers. Why hadn't he been hit? "Did you expect any less?" he quietly said, expecting that was the reply John wanted. The blonde put his elbows to his knees and buried his face in his hands, laughing quietly. From how breathy it came out, he guessed it had been under-used as of late. "I assume you'd like to know why," the brunette continued slowly, studying his partner intently. John didn't move for a second, holding his face before he sat up slowly, letting his fingers wipe at his cheeks, curling under into fists to support his chin with a slow blink that suggested he wanted nothing more. Sherlock nodded, bringing his own fingers into an odd triangle of shapes, something that helped him think. "Moriarty... He had three gunmen across London. One on Lestrade... another on Miss Hudson... and the last on you. He said I had to die or you'd all... be murdered. Then, to assure I couldn't persuade him to call off the men, he... shot... himself... You were never supposed to show up. You weren't supposed to see it... but it was either I jumped... or I lost my... closest friend." Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows, watching John with the most intent of stares, amazed as to how he couldn't recognize this expression. It was as if it wasn't one, just concurred spur of the moment. It held well with the silence, almost unnerving, until Sherlock had to shift and sit regularly, fingers tapping out against his knees anxiously. John still said nothing though, and it drove him crazy "Say something," he demanded, leaning forward and squinting, searching for something that might prevent the doctor from a single word. There were tears in his eyes, but that was to be expected. It always had. The fists were calm, only there for support. Those eyes were lost, helpless and hopeless, the smile having faded. The brunette about lunged at the man before he moved, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a cigarette. He set the pack down in front of the consulting detective, setting his between his lips and lighting the tip with a flick of his lighter. He sat there calmly, Sherlock's eyes watching him without movement, until he lifted it away and blew out a consistent stream of a gray smoke, just like a natural. Only then was something utter. "You had three years to say something, Sherlock," he said solemnly, taking another breath, "I... I denied every story. I put on my blog that hadn't done anything wrong, besides find a way to ease your own stupid boredom. I told them that you hadn't created Moriarty. I said there couldn't have been a way... because you endangered my life and I was the closest thing you were going to ever have to a friend. I told them that you had messed up my story when you had first tried and mistaked Henry for my brother. If you had researched me, you'd have known that and you would've emerged flawless." Sherlock stilled, fingers curling into a fist before he reached out and grabbed a cigarette for himself, borrowing the outstretched lighter from John and blazing the tip of his. "The world called me insane... suspected me of being involved with it as well... of being involved with you. I shut the blog down a few months after you... after your funeral. I got a job as a doctor and kept paying the rent for the flat because I knew you'd come back. I uh... picked up smoking... thought you'd enjoy the smell enough to quit yourself. It's a nasty habit, you know." He stood up, ever so barely and walked over beside Sherlock, sitting cautiously beside him. He expected to be pushed off. He expected Sherlock to move away. He didn't. "John," the name was fragile. The doctor tapped his fag out on the edge of the ashtray, the red embers flicking out onto the ash pile. Those pale green eyes watched him closely, so full of curiosity, without any other emotion. Only once he had abandoned his stick did he turn, one leg up onto the couch, his reddened eyes resting on the detective. "Sherlock," he returned, a bit playfully but he seemed so sullen. The detective reached out, hand trembling in indecision before he settled on a hand to the gray jacket. The shoulder specifically. His fingers grasped tightly at the clothed skin, as if to make sure it was real. "I did it... all this... to protect you," he reminded the blonde man. There was pain in his eyes. Sherlock Holmes was having feelings. John actually snickered, leaning in until he could set his wrinkled forehead onto the detective's shoulder. The man beneath his head tensed at the affection. "You're still my friend, you annoying dick." John found himself without breath as soon as those lanky arms bound tight around his chest, squeezing him tight enough to the point he had a hard time functioning. Sherlock Holmes was dealing out affection. He had his fingers clenched tight in the throw-over he wore, to the point he could feel the nails against his back. Thick bouncy curls brushed against his temple and he could feel the bob of Sherlock's throat against his shoulder. Words were being choked on, and thickly at that. Not only was he seeing that raw emotion, but he was feeling it too, and it only broke his heart into pieces. He raised his arms and returned the hug, weakly. And they sat there, just listening to the faces by their ears breathe slowly, never being happier to hear such tedious sounds. It lasted like this, longer than John would like to recall, before the door to their flat opened and the sound of a kettle shattering against the wood floor broke them apart. Their eyes raised to a suddenly sobbing Ms. Hudson who cupped her mouth with both delicate hands. Recognizing her, the detective put a hand to his neck and straightened himself up. "Right, uh, yeah," his head switched direction, eyes switching attention quickly until John patted his shoulder. The detective walked over and embraced his land lady too, but his hug lasted barely a few seconds. He patted her back, kissing her forehead as he slowly strode back to his blogger's side. He was smiling now, though it was obviously forced. He was bad at hiding raw emotion, especially in his eyes. John stepped closer, looking him over before striding into the kitchen. "I'll start that cup of tea now." 24 March Officially caught up on Supernatural, all the way up to 8x17. Thinking of going back to try Classic Who so I can pick up little bits for the 50th special if there are any references. And I guess I'm regularly attending church to make her happy... but... ugh. I don't know. The preacher keeps saying I should find some dude who came back to life the most important thing to me. Kenny does that. Prometheus did that. EVERY FUCKING PERSON IN SUPERNATURAL DOES IT EXCEPT GABRIEL RIGHT NOW BECAUSE LIFE SUCKS. I don't like it. I want her to be the most important thing to me, because she is. I can't fight for her attention when she wh3r3 am ! loves a guy who died centuries before I was born. It's not going to work. " Roses are red, Dean's blood too, On his knees begging 'This isn't you!' " 26 March Roses are red, The TARDIS is blue, He's lost all his friends So the Doctor is too. 19 March Remembering how scared I get after watching scary movies, I sat down and watched one with my brother and step brother. Reel Evil. The plot is, basically, that Thor, Jo from Supernatural and the lovechild of Daniel Radcliffe and Shaggy from Scooby Doo are getting together to film a behind the scenes video for some movie. And tits. Lots of tits. I mean, most of it was just a porno. Thor was shagging this secretary chick and just... wow. This movie helped me come out to my brothers. They uh... they support me in my life choices... And if you haven't seen 11 Drunk Guys Play Slender, you definitely need too because we were quoting them the whole time. Screaming over a chair and pretending to be the black guy who popped up with the, "Surprise, Mothafucka!" Needless to say, we're in a little bit of trouble. Oh- Amanda! Amanda Barker! You reading this? I hope so. I hope you're a fandomer. I hope you've stumbled onto this. If so, hi there. You're like really cool and just hi. Hello. And to my wonderful, darling Dahlor... I... I just... Don't you give up on me, damnit. I need you. If you just up and die, you better hope there isn't anything past death because I'll come and I'll find you and I'll slap you for just leaving me. You... You were different, alright? You were my little hedgehog and you... you don't know how hard I'm blaming myself for all of this... just... get... better... okay...? You're significant. You're so much more than that! You're so important to me, and I'm not just going to stand by and lose you.. Next Friday, I better get a better response out of you... I want you up and smiling with me. We can watch the Hobbit... all of the Lord of the Rings... you can teach me to play Magic the Gathering... a... anything... The polka dots are back too. All over my legs. They're so little and they hurt and they itch and I want them all gone, but they won't. My legs will start to look like my arms and I'll get the Dalmation nickname back. I'm sick of the scars! I may not be the happiest person right now, but damnit! Getting teased because I'm a walking display of dots.. it's not fair. It's not. 19 March In S3, Sherlock will be 35, John will be 40 and Mycroft will be 42. Seven year age difference between the Holmes boys, five between my Johnlock babies. Moriarty will be 38 because he's three years older than Sherlock. Coming up, I guess, is a Johnlock story for Dahlor. I was watching Sherlock last weekend and texting her every little Johnlock hint I saw and we were squeeing over what we wanted for S3 and she said a kiss. I said we probably wouldn't be that lucky, but I wanted a dance. We started exchanging prompts and I sent one where Mycroft invited Sherlock to a ball but Sherlock thinks it's complete and utterly dull. John says he wants to go, they do. Tuxedo shopping, the dance and then an entry for John's blog. THEY ACTUALLY HAVE IT. JOHN'S BLOG. Just google it. It's the funniest thing ever, and it suggests seven dates instead of the canon six I counted. Oh, and remember when the waiter at the restaurant called John Sherlock's date and John kinda sighed frustratedly [first episode!]? Well, if you'll see, they sat at a reserved table. Sherlock probably called ahead and asked the waiter to make him seem a bit more impressive to John, booking that table for them, which is also why he didn't deny they were dating. I think he already liked John at this point, but he didn't know what to do with the feelings. He probably called Mycroft and asked what he was supposed to do when he liked someone. "Take them out to eat," would be something the tubbier one would say. And, another headcanon, Sherlock has a compliment kink. Remember when John ! d0n kn0w wh3r3 ! am called him amazing when he finished his deductions on the lady in pink on the floor? How he stepped up, flustered and demanded to know if John had to do that every time? How John apologized, but Sherlock got that look in his eyes and muttered, "No, it's... fine..." and then shoved his hands in his pockets to cover his front for a moment? I think he truly likes it because he was bullied throughout his teen years and he was never complimented. He's not used to affection or praise and now that he has it, after these damn 32 years of waiting [31 from S1, it's amazing. 19 April
A Theory to Finn's Fear of the Ocean: Finn is one of the only humans to be on the show as far as we know, or at least he was until we met Susan. Basically, Finn was abandoned at birth, up until Jake's parents find him and raise him. Before that, he had to have been living with his birth mom. Susan is blonde and she's human, our closest lead. As we know from Susan's half, the humans retreated to live in the sewers and the waters. They always lived in fear of the... the... the floaty monster things. When Finn was born, the first thing he would see would be those monsters, the water and the absolute fear on everyone's face. Something like that has to stick. This would also explain why Finn is left in the woods with the hat on. Susan wears the cat hat so the "humans" doesn't see that she's any different. It's so they can blend in with the humans! She wanted to raise Finn, but she probably saw how dangerous it was! There we go. 20 April Just saw the spoiler for the S7 finale of Doctor Who. The Doctor's Name. I'm not freaked out because I know they'll never tell us his name. It's not a dangerous secret, it's not something stupid like "Bob" or "Carl". I think it's just a regular Gallifreyan name, and you can't translate those into good English. It'd be a math problem, no biggie. I think the deal with it though is that his name is scum to the universe. Let's face it: he killed his race to try and kill his enemies. He's a murderer; he committed genocide, patricide, matricide, homicide on all counts! He killed all of them. He goes by the Doctor because no one would relate a hero or a fighter to a coward like himself. When they have him returning, or whatever it is that has him supposedly revealing it, I think it'll just open our eyes to the horror of what our great "hero" really is. He's dangerous, he's dark and we're going to get see evil side of him. The name of the Doctor? Monster. On another note, it's almost the 23rd. That's the Day of the Astronaut, when all Whovians mark their skin with tally marks. I might go overboard with it. Quite possibly. I have gym this semester so I can definitely do that. I hope it'd cold enough for me to dress like Amy. And then, the day after, we get to see Dean in uniform and Charlie still breathing in the new Supernatural! Doctor Who tonight, but we don't have the channel here at mom's. Maybe I can catch the livestream or something. Castiel heard every prayer. Every breathy, tear-filled plea. Every alcohol inspired confession and rant. Every gasped out in raspy and husky toned sob. Each one passed through his subconscious and stuck as if it were barbed, making him feel a sort of ache that he could never have recalled before now. "Cas... Cas, please. I don't... We need to talk. We need to talk now. I'm... Hell, don't tell Sammy, but I'm scared. Something's in your head... we can help you! I can help you. You just have to get down here... I'm not mad! We all have bad days, but... Come on... I'm praying here... praying for you... I just... I just need to know that you're okay." "Hey Cas, we met up with Kristy again today... I don't think you'd remember her, you didn't meet her, but I think you would've liked her. She's a great hunter, and she's handling her dad's death pretty well. Caught her and some friends hunting some big time baddies with one of dad's friend's help. It was painful to watch... even as he uh... he... Benny? Remember him? He might be dead and... Cas, please! Damnit, I need you down here! I'm losing everyone left and right! I can't lose you too! Son of a bitch, please-- just... you don't even have to talk to me! Just leave me a sign! A note? A feather? A bloody handprint? ANYTHING! I'm getting desperate here." "Cas, um... yeah... it's... it can't have been that long, but it feels like it's been forever... If you left me a sign, I missed it... searched the room up and down, just and case. I made sure Sammy didn't... ward against angels, in case you decide to come back... I know, it's dangerous, but I don't care anymore. I'm worried about you. I hate begging, but I'm down on my knees here. Please, Castiel. Just.. be... okay." "Cas- Benny, uh... he didn't... Sam rescued Bobby, sent him up to Heaven... but Benny didn't come back. He stayed down in Purgatory... I think he... I think he's dead... I can't deal with this... I can't do it alone... I need to know that there's still someone out there on my side. They say... you don't realize what you have... until it's gone? If this means you're dead, I'm going straight up to Heaven and I'm going to tear you a few new ones." "I know why you're not answering, Cas.. Naomi... she... she confronted me... and... I... I'll believe you, over anything she says, but all I have to go off of right now is what she told me. I believe she controlled you... I still don't know what broke the connection, why I'm still here, but I know it's not me. She told me... that... well, even she could tell that I was hoping you'd come back. She's been in your head, Cas. I was an idiot... for even giving a second to think... you felt the same... I understand now... I'm just some dumb son of a bitch... and you're an angel of the Lord. I took you for granted... So, I'm sorry, Cas. Please... still... be alive, okay? Even if it isn't for me." "The trials are killing Sammy, Cas. He's getting really sick... and we can't find Kevin to finish it all off. We could really use your help. You know, Team Free Will? The three of us, kicking demon ass again? Give me a chance to fix what I jacked up? I'm going to go see Charlie today; she says she has a case for us. That us could include you. It should include you. I-... CAS! PLEASE! I'm getting sick of waiting for you! You know I'll never stop, but I- get your feathery ass back down here. At least come and tell me why Sam's like this. I'm... I'm alone, more than I've ever been, and I could use my nerdy little dude in a trenchcoat. If you don't hear from me, please, take that as an invitation to get down here and save me. I'd like to see you again before I go up and join Bobby and Ash. A... Amen..." 21 April Hannah convinced me to read Electric Pink Hand Grenade, a Johnlock fic on ao3. I haven't cried this hard in a while. If you haven't read it, please do! Sherlock gets these, like, mind-blowing migraines and it's just a beautiful thing, thirteen chapters. It aws just free wifi i didn't think The style made me feel like I was at Kindergarten level, but you know, just some bigger game. I guess there's a reason I'm not quite onto writing Sherlock fanfiction, eh? And another thing, "Hey There Castiel" by Kira&Steph. If you're a fan of Destiel, please go listen to it. It breaks my heart every time... I've been listening since noon I think and it's five now. I just realized my glasses have been off. Today was a DON'T CLICK IT WHATEVER YOU DO PLOEAASE FOR THE LOVE OFGHDgood lazy day. I posted the 20 Dollar Nosebleed fic yesterday, proof that I'm alive, I guess. I know it wasn't my best, but I just missed typing so I procured some crap and tried to make it sound nice. It didn't. I have two fic prompts right here next to me, both Young Justice and both painful. 1: No Biggie, English, Rated K, Family/Tragedy, Dick Grayson. Basically, Dick's at school during gym and a new kid makes an accidental crack involving his parents. 2: Counting Crows, English, Rated T, Friendship/Tragedy, Dick Grayson/Wally West/Megan Morse. Set after Failsafe {because I love [ab]using that episode}, Megan recovers Wally's body and what's left of Robin's from the wreckage while Wally still is semi-conscious. So two big cringers, and painful at that, but it would bring me up to 209 stories and that's a few measly steps closer to 300. I don't know why I want 300. Maybe it's just a goal to get to? I don't know. I still want to write Birdflash smut as a biggie, maybe 250, but I kind of suck at smut when I'm not rping... I definitely want to do something with Wally vibrating because I mean, that's just-- that's always been an attractive concept, I suppose. Right now, I just want to draw Dean and Castiel and sad things but I can't draw them. Dean's poked bangs and Cas' face. Ugh. I'll get to working on it, eventually at least. I missed Doctor Who last night, but I definitely saw the Tumblr spoilers. A reference to the Doctor still being in love with Rose (the whole "it's a love story" thing involving an "accident in time" as an example), the Doctor calling himself a monster ("even lonely monsters need companions"), the TARDIS getting some character concept and a sneak at the pool! I really hope Whouffle doesn't become a popular ship. I really, really don't like Clara yet. Maybe it's just her actress, but I'm getting Mickey Smith vibes from her and I just... as long as the Rose hints stay, I'll deal, but if they kiss again... I think I'll always ship Nine with Rose hardest. Ten was more about getting over her. Eleven married River, big ship of i DONTKNOW WHERE ai AMmine, but he's accepting that Rose is gone and is just embracing her memory which is a beautiful thing. Is it the 24th yet. I want the new Supernatural already. Or make it be Monday afternoon. I desire to see my Doctor. My beautiful, lovely Doctor. Over 200 followers on Tumblr now, that's pretty cool. Doesn't really matter, but I never thought I'd get over 20. Ten times that? Oh yeah. Party time. I want Sushi so bad. I'm a pair of ugg boots away from being a stereotypical white girl right now. What is life. 22 April Running the mile tomorrow for gym. How about no. I was listening to "If it means a lot to you" by Day to Remember on my iPod and it just came to me, this little day dream: Dean and Cas were standing there in an empty field under the stars, the Impala parked off in the distance, Cas having caught Dean's hands in an effort to keep his attention. "I can't come back home 'til they're all singing," he whispers apologetically. In his mind, he means that he can't return back to Dean, Sam and the Impala until he's rescued John, Mary (she sold her soul) and Adam from Hell so he'd never have to worry about that again. Dean's smile is sore, but he whispers back, "I know you can't come home 'til they're singing." In his mind, he thinks Cas means that he can't return to Heaven until he's corrected things with the angels. Now I just have to draw it. I can't draw Supernatural. I watched the Doctor Who!! It was much more painful than I thought. When Dr. Palmer was talking about the regret he held for killing all those people, but his wasn't direct. He just sent them to their deaths. The Doctor, his eyes having to avert to keep from empathizing, is responsible for the direct deaths of a whole race, let alone his. When Clara realized everyone was a ghost to him, she asked something like what he thought humans were, accusing him of finding them as inferior beings. That part had me biting my fingers. Damnit. No. No. The only person the Doctor considers an inferior being is himself, despite how egotistical he seems to be, and he will never look down on anything more than he does himself. He loves humans. He loves how much they look like Timelords, how easy they are to trust and forgive, how largely they love. He feels so small compared to them. 27 April A sigh lined Charlie's lips as she paid the cashier for the pie, forcing a small smile when he glanced up at her to avoid an awkward conversation and grabbing quick at the pie when the receipt was offered to her. The sooner she could get out of the small gas station shop and back to the little Hobbit hole that the Winchester boys deemed their current HQ the better. The doors gave a quiet chime behind her as she walked out them, but she was quickly losing herself in thought by the time she hit the edge of the sidewalk. As exciting as it was to play identity theft, this current costume wasn't the one she had back home and it just didn't feel right. It was tight on her hips but baggy on her thighs and it was a bit awkward to walk around in. She was sure her thighs made noise when she walked and that would make sneaking around as hard as keeping a calm face after stepping on a LEGO piece. Her fake FBI badge was bruising her leg and the picture inside wasn't exactly one of her best. "Come on, Charlie," she kicked herself mentally, rubbing at her opposite arm delicately in an attempt to calm herself down, "Dean needs that pie like you need the addition packs to Black Ops... come on..." With a calm breath, she let her eyes sweep the cars in the parking lot, studying the SUVs, the trucks, cars and the pathetic excuses for vehicles as she tried to remember where Dean had parked. It took her about three seconds to spot the 1967 Chevy Impala on the opposite side of the parking lot. She took her time in walking over, not wanting to ruin the pie. She knew how important it was to Dean. Half way over thought, still safely on the sidewalk bordering the gas station, she actually managed a glance at the glorious car and its current inhabitant. The sight inside stopped her dead in her tracks. Dean sat at the wheel with his eyes closed, but the furrow in his brow and the teeth sank rough into his bottom lip were a sign that he was still conscious even with his head bowed like it was. His calloused palms were pressed together and his fingers were interlaced but standing straight, as if he were attempting to pray but had never been taught the proper way to hold his hands. Then lips, rutted deep by merciless teeth, parted and began to move in carrying out this prayer to vocal terms. Dean Winchester, a man dead more times than ever physically possible, the man who's been long to Hell and Heaven, to Purgatory and into loving arms, whose choked out growls and confessions through knots of blood in his throat-- was praying. Charlie was at a loss for words, enough of a loss that she let the brunette carry out his prayer for a little while longer before deciding he had had enough time conversing with God or whatever angel it was that he decided needed a good conversation. That was when she jogged over and knocked at the window, causing the hunter to seize up and look at her with the widest of eyes, filled to the brim with hope. But then, as if hope ran through his veins like blood, he was shot and it all drained out. The man offered a tiny smile as she opened the car door and slid in with his pie. "Hey, Charlie," he scratched at the back of his neck with a small cough, smiling a bit wider and grabbing for the pie, "You got the pie!" The redhead nodded and handed it over, but she didn't exactly return the smile. "Since when do you pray, Dean?" she asked softly, a crease tracing up with the eyebrow she raised. He already had a slice of pie up and cradled in his palm, nearing it to his gaping mouth when he tensed at the question. "You saw that?" he cringed, stuffing his face to ease the ache in his heart that he thought had been fading off. When the woman's stare remained, he swallowed the pie in his hands and shook his palms together to lose the crumbs and shut the pie box, setting it in the backseat. His head bowed again, a sigh parting his lips. "Yeah... I uh... I wasn't praying to the big man, if you were thinking that," he defended himself, running his now interlaced fingers up through his bangs to push them up from his forehead, "Still not on the same page as that man... No, I was praying to Castiel..." The confession was whispered as if it were some big secret, as if it were something to be ashamed of, because to him it was. This was asking for help, this was caring-- this was love and he'd never be able to quite shake it. "Last I uh, saw him... he was being controlled, by someone named Naomi... and she... she tried to get him to kill me. I said some... things... and he ran off... And now..." Charlie touched a sympathetic hand to his shoulder, but he shrugged it. "What exactly did you say?" Dean paused to make it seem as if he had to think about it, but the words never leave his mind. He would never unseen the merciless expression fade to fear, to forget how gentle the hand on his face had been. He could still feel the angel's thumb gently rubbing against his cheek, even after he had been healed. "I uh... I was dying... he was beating me and I was hurt... I uh... told him... I... needed... him..." he cleared his throat again, trying to keep from getting choked up. "That's Winchester code for 'I love you'," Charlie recognized, remembering reading the passage between Bobby and Ellen with tears in her eyes. "Do you... were you two..?" Maybe she sounded hopeful on that one too because she had read some of the content with Dean and Castiel, and she was amazed to find that the angel wasn't naked in the hunter's bed half the time. To be honest, Dean was amazed at it too. "We weren't," he quickly said, cheeks turning pink in tone as he averted his eyes again, "But... maybe I... God, don't tell Sammy." A groan was muffled by the butt of his heel as he shoved his hands over his face, screwing his eyes up tight. It took the redhead a lot of strength to keep from squeaking with delight. "He already knows! I'm pretty sure he thinks that you two were getting heavy even before Purgatory. Lips are sealed though," she promised, her smile hiding in the curl of her knuckles. "You love him. Did you tell him?" Dean shook his head, but every fraction of an inch was drenched in regret. "He never said anything, but I know that I broke his connection with Naomi. It was me, on my knees and holding his arm, begging him... that's what stopped him. It had to be. He wouldn't say it though... and... Naomi... she said he could never... never feel the same..." He tensed up when a hand was brought sharply across his face, eyebrows furrowing as it seemed to occur to him that Charlie had slapped him. He was frozen in a bit of shock. Her face was fierce though, and it kept him from doing anything. "You are Dean Winchester! You kill the monsters that live under our beds and in our closets! You've been to Hell, to Heaven- you've sassed God and Lucifer and the King of Hell, every monster that exists! Don't tell me that you're letting your emotions take you down!" she turned to face him full on, jaw clenched just a little defensively. "If you love him, you tell him! You go up to him, press him into a wall and kiss him 'til he sees the stars! You pull his hair, grab his hip and let him know that he's your angel! Understand?" The grin to unfold over his lips was of pure amazement, a small laugh leaving the hunter's lips as he leaned forward and wrapped the woman in a tight hug, pressing his face into her shoulder delicately. "Aye, aye Captain," he whispered. 28 April Hannah just left and ugh great time great friend great just everything. I saw the first Lord of the Rings and we sobbed, we laughed and we made a lot of sex jokes because the Hobbits go to about Gandalf's hips and they could be his sex slaves. Here is the prologue to The History of the Time War, in my opinion: "My name is [the Doctor] and I ended the great Time War. All of the Dalek ships perished. The Time Lords too. Now I'm the last of my kind, the greatest monster this universe has ever known, and this is how I ended the Time War." 29 April Here is a headcanon that I have that I will never lose now that I've thought of it, do with it what you will. When the Doctor still had Rose, he realized he was hopelessly in love with her and he pushed the reminder that they couldn't be together forever like she really wanted out of his mind, so he would take her out on all these beautiful, lovely dates. New New York? Remember it? That started out a simple date. In this time, I imagine he would've taken her back in time to beautiful restaurants. One of the times, he must've taken her to Italy and got them a beautiful spot out on the terrace. There would've been pasta with authentic seasoning, all sorts of it and the sweetest of wines. Rose probably put on a dress that left the Doctor breathless, to the point he wouldn't let go of her hand in fear of losing her to some of the attractive waiters around. She orders Farfalle, the classic bow tie shaped pasta and laughs at it, loving how it was shaped like a bow tie. A waiter comes by and asks how she likes it, seeing how big she was grinning. His outfit has him with a bow tie, but she doesn't notice it. The Doctor does. "I love bow ties," she grins, pulling hers and the Doctor's conjoined hands up to her lips and kissing tenderly at his knuckle when he groans defensively. "I hate bow ties," he pouts, squeezing her hand tightly. She shakes her head and traces out his tie, kissing his cheek and living a lipstick print there. "Bow ties are cool," she teases, rubbing her thumb along his cheek. And then, when he regenerates, it's among one of his first memories. All of Rose. All of her kisses, her touches, every little word and promise she said. The "I love you" sticks the hardest, but he remembers bow ties when he ties his own. At Amy's glance he gave a small smile, feeling dead inside even as he did it before quoting the woman that would always have both of his hearts, "Bow ties are cool." That's why the Doctor wears bow ties. 1 May We're reading Romeo and Juliet in English One and we all had to pick a part. I wanted to be Balthasar because you know, Supernatural, but he hasn't been introduced yet so I got to me Lord Montague. Please note I'm a lady. My Lady Montague was my lady friend CJ. Lord and Lady Capulet were both boys. We decided that the Capulet and Montague families were rivals because one was a gay couple and the other a lesbian couple. The Capulet folk were telling us to control our perverted son from their young daughter, so we told them to keep their harlot daughter from our broken-hearted son. Then, CJ and I proceeded to insult their outfits. "I bet he does his own hair because he can't afford servants to do it!" "I bet he buys his pants from the /market/!" and we got extra credit for it. I even got to sword fight! I got to hit Thomas (he was playing Tybalt I think) and the sword broke off and I felt so bad. At the end, Lady Capulet (Ethan) came over to us and we stayed in character, bickering when we realize, friggin Christ, he's /tall/. I'm five foot. CJ's about five four? Ethan is almost six foot. He was towering. I looked so manly with my Lady taller than me. Then we proceeded to disown Romeo (my friend Jacob) and instead adopt his Mercurtio because he had some cool stories. Romeo went over and joined the Capulets and they proceeded to pretend to kill him. Afterwards, we all got along perfectly, had wine and a small dance thing. I love English. And thanks to Doctor Who, I knew a lot about it! The fourteen sided theatre, the sonnet presumably about a man, the sonnet about the dark-skinned lady, ROSE THEATRE FAJKSHAWIAWUAE, his son Hamnet and about the Part Two that was never seen. Thank you TV. Two hours til the livestreaming of Supernatural and I'm pretty psyched. Cas is back, Kevin's back, Cas has his sex hair back, Sammy collapses and there'll just be so much beauty I don't know if I can. Already prepping myself for the tears that will be shed. Double entry tonight, ladies, gents and variations there upon because Supernatural. KEVIN"S OKASYUAIHSJAS OHE IS OKAY AND BREATHING AND A BLOODY FRIGGIN GENIUS AND HE HAS THE HALF OF THE TABLET AND HE'S OKAY SAMMy sammy is SIck he's dying and just HGUHH STOP BEING oas cute you're dying BEAIN PAIN the donkey and the books and the memories and god the giggling AND FRIGGIN METATRON IS SO SWEET i think hey drained Cas and just pumped it all in the CAS CAS BABY OH GOD HE SCREAMED angels don't scream they dont not except samandriel but samandriel was little and innocent and CAS he pulled out the Bullet andas jfri griggin stabbed the angel in the eye and in front of the Impala nad thought he was goinna ger hit and Dean's, "CAS?!" asnd jkashdas i cannot even i am dead inside please please please Edlund. Right more. Love, kthxbye 2 May Happy Birthday Sam Winchester and my wand is raised in memory of those who died in the great battle of Hogwarts. It's snowing outside. Big fluffy flakes. And sticking. Happy early birthday to me. Amy never really slept well on her nights spent in the TARDIS. It wasn't the excitement that kept her up, definitely not, because the darkness of the room consumed and lulled her into a dream-like state already. The bed was comfortable too, even more so now that Rory was curled up beside her and snoring softly under his breath. Even without the light, she could see his cowlick sticking up and the dorky smile spread over his parted lips. He was adorable asleep, especially with an arm around her waist. The touch was comforting, but it didn't put her to sleep any faster. Her mind was just buzzing with thoughts that would never quite lay her straight to rest like she wanted. With a sigh, she leaned forward and pecked the tip of her husband's nose which automatically drew his hand up to rub unconsciously at the weird feeling, giving her the chance to slip out of the bed and plant her bare toes onto the carpet of the small bedroom that the Doctor had given them when their adventures with him had started long ago. As she sat there, toes curling in the red of the carpet, she began to wonder whether or not the Timelord naturally slept. She knew that he could pass out, but there hadn't been a time she had actually seen him curl up and actually sleep, all of his own full will. The thought was provoking enough to get her to her feet, stealing the throw from the foot of the bed and wrapping it around her shoulders like a shawl as she hobbled for the door. Though the alien was always very discrete and slow in mentioning bits of his past, the redhead knew enough to assume that the guilt plaguing him was an unimaginable thing. Getting lost in the TARDIS rooms wasn't as fun a thought as one might think, especially after the hallway of pictures. So many beautiful, friendly faces with the biggest of grins, and then the headstones. The tears. The heartbreak and haunting look in the man's eyes. The objects too, with how he clung to them. Companions, she recognized the subjects of the photos, all before her and all so daring and adventurous. The objects must've been possessions left behind. Particularly, she was most caught on the maroon jacket hanging beneath a blonde woman's photo. Her grave wasn't shown beside her like in the other photos; just a small valentine with a lipstick print on it. The frames had all been marked with strange circles, Gallifreyan if she remembered right, probably their names. It had frustrated her that she hadn't been able to read it. What would be important enough to disguise in another language? The door silently slid open and Amy found herself quietly creeping down the passageways, not exactly sure where it was that she wanted to be stumbling off to. The Doctor was somewhere in here, she was sure of it, she just didn't want to wake him if he was sleeping. That would be rude. Though the man often tweaked her nose and declared she was just barely freckles away from being rude, she wouldn't reflect it out on him. He deserved something to dream about. Peeking through the doorways, the Scottish woman stopped as a strange twisted sort of tongued language hit her ears from a distance. She followed it without hesitation, ears keen. It wasn't like any language she had previously heard before. There were words, obviously, but they weren't coming from the base of the throat or its back, not from the tongue or the nasal passages- no, these words seemed to be formed without a proper start. The sounds would always revolve back to the first sound, a jumbled mess of pure nonsense, but also something she could never repeat even if she tried. It was obviously speech pattern though, from the way it broke and how she recognized the tone to its back. That was the Doctor speaking a language that the TARDIS couldn't translate. Gallifreyan? She had expected it to be a lot prettier. "Doctor?" she called out softly as the words grew closer and closer. There was no bigger a break than before, the speech still coming out as fluid as it could, drawing Amy close until she could spot the Time lord at the foot of his bed. He sat there with his knees together, feet flat on the floor and hands pressed into his hands. There were tears marring his cheeks already and in his hands, the maroon jacket from the hallway was clutched tightly. The redhead made an effort to keep quiet, listening as intently as she could, praying that the TARDIS would take the hint and slip her a subtle hint at what was going on, but there obviously wasn't going to be any assistance on this so Amy fearlessly stepped into the room. "Doctor," she said again, a bit more firmly now, gaze strong on the hunched man. Now the words stopped, the brunette stiffening up as if a lightning bolt had just struck him all the way through, eyes growing wide through the tears, fingers trembling tight around the jacket. He was quick to set it down, wiping at his tears and faking a smile for her. His lips moved again, but the same jumbled speech spilled out that just left Amy more confused. It was then that the Doctor caught he wasn't being translated. "Amy- I uh, I can explain," he coughed, standing to his feet and letting his fingers awkwardly comb the air in an effort to think of an actual explanation. The woman walked to him quick and embraced him tight into a hug, not entirely interested in what he had to say. It would be a lie, surely. The Doctor did that a lot recently, she seemed to notice, and she didn't want to make things any worse. "Shattup," she murmured into his chest, running her hand over his back tenderly before pulling back and taking his hands, "Get in bed, you need some sleep." The Doctor stared into her eyes delicately with a slow blink, giving the human a chance to study the 1200 year old's orbs. They were so old. All the weight resting behind the simple color was terrifying, enough to avert her eyes a moment. "How am I supposed to sleep," he whispered, "when they won't get out of my head?" Nonetheless, he strode over to his bed and laid on it, bringing the maroon jacket with him and leaving Amy room. She easily slid up beside him. "We could talk about it and you could lie to me, or you could sleep and forget about it," she turned gently and kissed the creases in his forehead. The beautiful smile that would crinkle up his nose was now nowhere to be seen. There was just that haunted and pained tear-streaked face that bore holes into her face as if she was just a reflection to be scrutinized. She had never felt more self-conscious than now. "Stupid humans," he brokenly managed, screwing his eyes up tight, "clinging to the desperate hope that you'll just... forget... I can't forget, Amy. They leave my side, but never my mind. They're always here, here-!" he beat against his temples with his fists, groaning in agony, "haunting me! Sticking, trailing, marking up my brain until I see them all everywhere! I just-... just want a moment where it can be just me- me and my Ponds." Before Amy could tense, she had his arms thrown tight around her, a frustrated sob knotted in the base of his throat. "Susan, Barbara, Ian, Vicki, Steven, Katarina, Sara, Dodo, Polly, Ben, Jamie, Victoria, Zoe, Brigadier, Liz, Jo, Sarah Jane, Sergeant Benton, Mike, Harry, Leela, K9, Romana, Adric, Nyssa, Tegan, Vislor, Kamelion, Peri, Melanie, Ace, Grace, Rose, Adam, Jackie, Jack, Mickey, Donna, Martha, Astrid, Jackson, Rosita, Lady Christine, Adelaide, Wilfred, Craig, my Ponds," he rattled their names off like it was all he needed to breathe, clutching at her desperately, "Some left, some died, some forgot... but they always leave me in the end. All of them. Everyone." The red-haired girl gaped in horror, tears welling in her eyes, quickly doing all she could to console her friend. Her fingers ran through his hair, another hand going tight around him. He hadn't faltered even a second in remembering their names. She couldn't even remember her fourth grade teacher's name. "We won't leave you, Doctor," she whispered into his hair before kissing his forehead again, "I promise." She was suddenly left frozen as his arms left her and she found himself staring at his back seeing that he now stood off beside the bed, face into the heels of his palms. "They always promise, Amelia." His body trembled with silent convulsions, keeping at bay the oncoming storms with silent thoughts all screaming for extermination. The fires raged, the ships burnt and a planet crumpled under his touch. The civilians were burnt alive, their screams still live in his head. The pleas and prayers were helpless on what was left of their lips as the red glass and cities of gold were melted far from sight. It couldn't have taken more than a minute for him to lose the only planet he'd ever known. "We're different," the gentle voice tried to assure him, "We're your Ponds, remember?" When the Doctor turned, there was a new look in his face that honestly terrified Amy down to her core. Some days, the alien was an obnoxious five year old, but then there were days like this that a monster would unfold, one that had lost everything he'd ever loved and found himself completely and utterly alone. His eyes were thin slits, a growl to his lips. "They're all 'different'," he sneered with a small sniffle, "I come out from the war, only alive because I tried killing myself right around my time to regenerate and I find this girl.. this fantastic human girl who makes me think, maybe just for a little, that I'm not a complete monster. I know I killed them all; I watched them burn and heard their screams. She loved me. Her name was Rose, Rose Tyler, and she promised that she was going to stay with me forever." Amy trembled, backing a bit away from him with wide eyes. She had never heard a mention of a Rose before this, and she was almost afraid to. "All I had to do was hold her hand and run. A few seconds longer and I'd still be holding her in my arms, kissing her hair and traveling the stars with her... but I let go. And now... she's in a parallel universe, and I'll never see her again. She's married, has a... has a kid... and I'm... I'm stuck here... with just... all these..." he turned and struck out, a dent forming in the bedroom wall, "memories! How is that fair?! Why couldn't I have just died..." His sobs were bitter, the backs of his hands scrubbing at the tears as the Scottish girl shakily reached out to the pet the maroon jacket. It felt wrong to even think it, so she pulled her hand back. "What would've happened to me, then? I wouldn't have met you, I wouldn't have had River and we'd all be dead to aliens. Don't be selfish," she stood up and walked over to him, hands balled nervously into fists. She knew that now wasn't a time to yell, but she had to talk some sense into this man. He'd just talk himself into that unsettling sort of darkness and there wasn't a worse feeling in the world. The words seemed to process for a second and he smiled. It looked porcelain. "But that's who I am, Pond. I don't know if you've noticed- but that's all I am! It's just me! All I think about, all I care about? I endanger you all! Every single one of you on this planet! I've damned you all to a kind of horror that you'd never have to face if I had just held faith on my people! And now, I'm alone and I kill all that I end up loving. One day, you're going to die on me and I'll just replace you and Rory with another companion. Get it through your head," he leaned forward and grabbed her hand, stopping as she visibly winced with fear, "I'm a monster, my dear Amelia." The two held gazes longer than either cared to remember before Amy raised her hands, gently taking the Timelord's in her own and tenderly holding them away from her face, instead holding them to her heart. "Everything dies, Doctor. Don't you think we know that?" she whispered, raising his hands again to kiss the back of his hand, "But we're alive for now... so just... shattup and stop worrying about it. Think you can get some sleep?" The brunette wiggled his hands free with a small faltering sigh and rubbed sorely at his face before managing a curt nod. It didn't last long, eventually leading to him collapsing on the bed and hugging the coat again tenderly. Amy easily took a seat beside him again. "Don't lie to me, either," he almost seemed to pout at the accusation before she pet his hair softly. "Hey, why don't you just tell me about her? Rose? Would it help?" The man bit his lip softly, staring at the jacket before he shrugged. It couldn't hurt, his face seemed to say. With another sigh, he reclined tight into the mattress. "Rose Tyler... the first face I saw after all the death... all the darkness... the first smile I'd seen after the war... I found her in a shop, plastic manikins animated and chasing after her... I found her cornered, scared and alone, so I took her hand and I said to her... I said, "Run." We ran, we ran for so long... and I fell in love with every step..." -Fin 3 May Snow in the summer. Dammit. That's pretty great. Going to celebrate Cinco de Mayo on Sunday, having a few people over for non-alcoholic drinks. All I really want to do is invite Hannah over, though. Maybe watch a movie. Just talk, just... unwind and unravel and relax and forget the world for a while. Maybe go to the park, laugh and have a bit of fun to take away the bad in the world for a little. Maybe just walk around, let her tell me stories or just talk because her voice can calm me down so easy... I don't want to see anyone else for right now. I just want to be alone, and for her to be there too. Supernatural needs in 8x22: Optional things they could use in 8x22: Cinco de Mayo Going to have a small partyish thing tonight with non-alcoholic drinks and Mexican food and a pinata I suppose. That's always cool. Just worried about my tummy. Food like that doesn't sit well. And Kiera's lactose intolerant. Meh. Alright, so, I was listening to my iPod on the way back from my cousin's house and I have a few songs that need some recognition here.
Back onto the topic of Supernatural. I just read a headcanon that John was abusive. I don't remember the episode but the quote was from Dean to Sam and went like: "You ran away on my watch. I looked everywhere for you. I thought you were dead. And when Dad came home..." And the face he makes... the pure terror in his eyes, the twitching lips, the hint of tears... I bet John really did beat Dean. That's why he's so paranoid, so protective, or at least part of it. He keeps expecting to be hurt when Sammy isn't around. The man in the cell looked up from his knees when he heard the doors open, interlacing his fingers with the smallest of a smile at the footsteps to start down the aisle that held all twenty three of the cells the asylum had to offer. "Miss Starling, you're regularly so punctual," he chastised, his tongue running out the length of his smile, "To what do I owe this pleasure?" The smile faded fast as he noticed the hollow of the steps and their sporadic pattern, something a new and becoming FBI agent would never carry with them. It grew even deeper at the stuttered little, "well"s and "ah"s. "Doctor," he sighed without an attempt to shy down his disappointment, "Where is Miss Starling? I understood I was in her charge." Hannibal Lecter kept his eyes to himself now, clearly having lost interest even when the lanky brunette stopped outside the bars that made up his living space for the past eight years. "Apologies, Dr. Lecter," the British accent stumbled out, an awkward hand palming the back of a neck, fingers fidgeting nervously. "Clarice is- Miss Starling is- in a compromising situation. That's why actually, um, I'm here. I'd like some help." The second her name left his lips, blue eyes rose up from the blue of a jumpsuit, a spark of interest flitting over the sitting man's features. He didn't smile though- rather, he seemed a bit concerned. "I quite rather enjoyed her company. How may I be of assistant?" The question set the Timelord off quickly, an eyebrow of his raising as his lips opened and shut like saloon doors in confusion. He knew this man's reputation well, especially that he didn't just help someone. Clarice had mentioned it, quid pro quo, and he wasn't exactly delighted by the idea. It wasn't like he had much of an option though, opening up the lawn chair he'd been given and taking a seat a few feet back from the cannibal. "I'll be blunt, hear me out. There's an alien in your country, a small thing- Raxaporcallion to be specific- they creep into their hosts bodies and use them like puppets until the host body dies, and then they eat what's left. Dreadful things, parasites, takes quite a bit to flush them out. Jack Crawford has one up in him pulling the strings and he has Clarice burrowed off somewhere that we uh- we can't seem to find." Lengthy fingers reached up to adjust his bow tie before glancing to the man in the jumpsuit, surprised to see that he hadn't a single problem in believing the statement, fingers interlaced just beneath his nose. The man would've made a good friend to Sherlock Holmes. The odd fixation on body parts too. He was still a bit sore from that last visit. "Right. Uh. The good thing about the- well, not necessarily good, but it could be a bit helpful if you had to weigh things in- Raxaporcallions, they feed into their host body's memories and use them, which means it would be a place Jack Crawford would feel safe at. Can you try and help me- er, us, find that place?" He tilted his head back, face contorting with both hope and worry all in one. He watched the man behind the bars carefully, fidgeting in place as time stretched on. "I have a few places in mind, if my memory serves me right," Hannibal nodded with a small smile, "Let's just hope your memory serves you the same direction. Tell me Doctor, did Clarice explain to you my policy?" The Timelord nodded with a bit of hesitance, averting his eyes down to the side, drumming his fingers together. "Quid pro quo, 'this for that'; I tell you something, you tell me something. A few places suggests a few questions. Time is of the essence- never thought I'd be saying that..." he raised his gaze and matched eyes with the man who could read everything about you of the moment. It was nice to see him in wonder. It was flattering, in a way, and it had the alien smiling to himself. "Good, alright. You obviously aren't from here. You speak odd, you dress odd and you even look it. I believe you to be from somewhere quite a bit off from here. Tell me, where are you from? What was it like?" Hannibal decided for his first question. The questions stopped the brunette in place and he took a quick breath, biting the side of his frown. He couldn't lie to this man. He lied, that was his rule, his thing, but he couldn't lie to this one. Time was running out, so that wasn't helping him at all. "You're right, I'm from far off. The constellation Kasterborous, about two hundred and fifty billion light years to the left of here, on a planet called Gallifrey," when he wasn't stopped, the alien took a baited breath again and continued, "From the outside, the planet looked... an orangish yellow, thanks to the protection the Eye of Harmony offers it. The trees were a beautiful silver and the grasses burnt red... the cities were of glass, all perched up on the mountains... purples, golds... I used to sneak out of the house and just.. stroke the mountains because they were always so beautiful. It was called the Shining World of the Seventh System and I've still yet to see a planet more beautiful than it." Hannibal licked his lips with interest, a smile tugging up on his lips and a contented sigh passing them by. "An alien then. I knew you were something else... you're so young, but your eyes are the oldest I've ever seen," he observed, something that made the time-riddled eyes avert themselves, "Now, you referred to your planet in past tense. Did something happen to it?" The Doctor drew his hands into quiet fists, shifting in his seat. "Yes, I see, something did, something bad. Your planet is no longer?" His eyes flit up, a darkness shading over his gaze and a fire pitching itself in their depths. It was enough to make the psychiatrist grin to himself. "I've never seen a man look so alone, not even myself, and it's been eight years since I've been with company," he noted aloud. A growl stirred in the depths of the lanky alien's throat before he could stop it, a dash of fear crossing his face once he realized it had been made. "How long have you been alone, my dear alien? The last of your kind?" There wasn't a second of hesitation. "Five hundred and sixty three years in your count, twenty thousand and forty two in mine," he nodded his head, choking a bit on the knot forming in his throat. "And before you ask, there was a war. A great and terrible war that left my planet and our ships blazing, but the enemy's as well. They burnt, we burnt, and I ran." There was so much to ask, it was enough to make the cannibal twitch with excitement. He drank in the sorrow excreted by the creature before him, running his thumbs happily over his index fingers. "You did it, didn't you, Doctor? You blew up the ships... you destroyed your planet... you killed every last member of your species, and now you're all alone in the universe. If you go by our years, five hundred years back isn't that far, but considering how far you traveled, that would be impossible. You'd have been here at the dawn of the universe, so I propose you have a machine, something that transported you here, and from your clothes, back to this time. A time and space machine. What are you?" The lawn chair was thrown to the ground, pale fingers bound tight enough around the bars that contained the psychiatrist, the Doctor baring his teeth with enough fury in his eyes to burn the earth to nothing but ash. "You've killed nine people, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, and you ate them. I killed trillions of people, and I laughed. I rejoiced. I danced and laughed and then I ran. I stole a magic box, my TARDIS, something that travels time and relative dimension in space, and I came here to kill every last thing that resembled my people. And the good thing?" he leaned in even closer, nose planting between two of the bars, eyes thin slits as the faintest golden glow glimmered around his irises. "You look just like them. I'll never stop laughing when I dance over your corpses." 6 May All night, I've been thinking about a Silence of the Lambs/Doctor Who crossover. It would be the Eleventh Doctor, probably a little after Clara so he's even darker- all alone and depressed- and the TARDIS would just be black and covered in shadows. He would probably stumble inside after parting ways with her, tears burning in his eyes and collapse in the interior, probably sob to himself before the TARDIS sends him somewhere. He'd be confused, a little upset, but definitely curious. He'd check the time- 1984- and dress accordingly by keeping on his regular attire, his blue bow tie fastened and a frown hard to his lips. A growl would go for the console and he'd step out, stroking the TARDIS' side anyway before walking out and snatching up a newspaper. Buffalo Bill Kills Again. A name like that isn't easily forgotten; he knows exactly where he is. Jame Gumb, dashing young bloke with the weirdest fixation on instead sewing himself a 'woman-suit' instead of just taking some therapy until he's sane enough to get the official surgery. Or black market surgery. Not the safest, but it doesn't involve killing people so it can't be that bad. He sighs, looks up at the TARDIS with sad eyes. "Silly girl," he murmurs, resting his forehead against the navy wood with a shake of his head, "Trying to distract me... It's sweet..." The box beneath his forehead surges, he recognizes the purr, but he doesn't need it and instead pats the side. "I'm sorry," he frowns, backing up, "but I can't interfere with this. It's a fixed point. This needs to happen." Before he can pull out his key to step back in, a shrill scream covers the air and the Timelord is pulled to intention, eyes sparking with interest. He hated screams, but they promised so much. They were like a good book cover; not always promising, but a good place to start. A bit of a limp to his step, his sadness weighing him back a bit like an anchor, he follows just to find a dead body curled up on the concrete. Eyes growing wide, he procures the psychic papers from his pocket and shows them around, ushering his way through the crowd quickly. "Pardon- excuse me- excuse me, I'm a doctor, please stand back," he ordered a bit, kneeling before the body and looking them over. Fully clothed, no obvious blood, limbs in a right state and not a weapon inside. Being careful, he lifted a pale wrist and looked it over, being discrete in touching it with his tongue. Plain, lifeless but there was something else missing- something big. It almost seemed gray, the skin it seemed- drained, but of what?! He frowns, setting the hand down. It will come to him. It always will. Thick heads take a bit longer for thick thoughts to process. A gentle hand probes open the colorless lips, also odd, showed nothing else odd in the mouth. Throat was a little raw, but that could be anything. It wasn't until he parted the eyes that he suspected something. They almost seemed to have cataracts, sad things, but the film was stretched over the whole eye, and beneath the lens... well... the eyes seemed to have... melted. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. He drew back to his knees, curling a hand into a fist and resting his first knuckles against his lips worriedly. This was really, really bad. Just what he needed actually, but not what he wanted to hear. In fact, nothing he was hearing was seeming to go his way. "Excuse me, FBI, please, would you just get out of my way?" it was a woman's voice, holding an accent of twang but still a bit of youth. The FBI. American, no less. Because he had good experience with them in the first place. Fantastic. He turned and shot her a glance, freezing when he caught sight of her. Almost like a young Sarah Jane, give or take a few details. Beautiful thing she was, brown hair mousy just a bit and eyes a bright blue, tucked into her suit with a badge of her own. It didn't even things out, but it did ease the anger in his face. "You are?" she looked down at him once she was close, hands on her hips with a curiously raised eyebrow. The Timelord straightened up to his full height, easily looking down at her as he procured his psychic papers and showed her, pocketing them when she seemed satisfied and offering his hand. "I'm the Doctor, and you are?" he almost smiled when she took his hand gently, shaking it with a domesticity to her strength. "Agent Clarice Starling. Doctor who, exactly?" she tilted her head with a forced sort of smile. The brunette grinned to himself, unable to hold it back with the slightest bit of glee, especially as he recognized her name. "Just the Doctor. Hello, Clarice! Fine day, lovely day- except that it's not. Down right depressing, actually. I should fix that. Now, you've got yourself a killer," he had to stop himself a moment to remind himself he was talking about Jame and not himself, "and I know just the man who can help us with this. I'm sure you've met him- Mr. Hannibal Lecter?" Sloppily written, yes, I know, but I need things okay and no one else is really helping me here. I'm getting desperate. Closing Time, episode 174 of Doctor Who. You go watch it. You watch it now. That is my favorite episode without a second's thought to it. We see the Doctor dealing with babies and you remember he was a father once. You find out that when he was a baby, he just wanted to see the stars and he did: he gave it 110 percent, he owned the stage. You see him domestic. You see him finally getting his dream of working at a small shop. He was truly meant to be a father. And then, companion. The meaning is expanded. It's an old word, old enough that once, it referred to marriage and marital partners. That's why the Doctor is so picky. His companions are people he might consider marrying. And Craig, beautiful, beautiful Craig. I hope he comes back. I really do. I love him. Dear Irene, I know you're not really dead. If you were, Sherlock would've mourned for a lot longer than he did. He took it hard when I told him, but not near as hard as he should've. I've seen men lose people. I've seen his face after people have died in his charge. He had a different face all-in-all, even in the end. I... I'm sorry to say... but... Sherlock is dead. I don't want to believe it, but I was there. I saw it. I was on the phone with him when he jumped off the roof top and I can tell you almost everything he said to me before he hung up. I held his pulse before they tore him away. I identified his body at the hospital. I visited his grave every night for a month. I'm into month six of therapy again. I can't think of why Sherlock would jump... why he'd kill himself... up on the roof, we found Moriarty's body. He shot himself. I don't know why I'm writing to you. I honestly don't care about you. I hope you're dead too, and the two of you are having eye-sex or something awkward like that. I hope he deducts you finally and you just break into pieces. My therapist said it might help, but I still hate life as much as I did before I just want my best friend back. Can you do that for me? With all your power... Please. Bring Sherlock back to me. -JW 7 May Still Into You- Paramore. I thought immediately of the Eleventh Doctor walking through the TARDIS halls, seeing Rose's jacket and delicately running his fingers over it with a sore smile. "And after all this time... I'm still... into you..." And then he turns and throws himself out of the room, pulling on his hair as tight as he can. "I should be over all the butterflies!" He might kick a wall, scream into the emptiness. "I'm into you." He throws himself down onto his bed and screams into the pillows, kicks, thrashes blindly. "And even on our worst nights, I'm into you!" Now. Imagine Castiel and the Doctor meeting. Both are watching humanity, both with the smallest of smiles. The Timelord is watching a young blonde girl run about as her mother shouts for her, a shrieked out Rose Tyler, to be careful. The angel of the Lord is watching a tall man with freckles and a gun in the holster at his hip under his jacket as he investigates. The two look at each other and both immediately recognize they aren't beside a human. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Castiel would murmur, a loving smile cast out to the children, "Watching humanity... they're all... such... works of art..." The Doctor wouldn't hesitate to nod. "Most beautiful things I've seen in all my years." After a while of watching, the angel would turn back. "You're a long way from home, Timelord," he would sigh, after listening to the dual heartbeats. "And you from yours, angel," the alien could feel the wings brushing at just the back of his subconscious before offering him a smile. "I don't have a home to go to anymore." Castiel would say he doesn't either. And like that, the two would just sit there until Dean looks up and sees Castiel. His eyes light up in hope and he'd run over, shouting the angel's name. Castiel would disappear and Dean would stop, heartbroken, in front of the Timelord. The Doctor would stand up, touch a hand to his shoulder and manage a broken smile. Then, he'd jog back off to his TARDIS with a wayward glance back to Rose. Like it? I want things. Things. I just can't write any of them in character. I tend to make the Doctor a lot darker than people give him credit. I might write that one out. And I want something with "The Timelord Victorious". Maybe a piece or something but ugh. Things. 16 May "Season gr8t"?! More like "Season stab me in the face". The finale killed me and I am therefore dead. | |||||||||
1. Sick Days and Rocket Boots » reviewsNot wanting to leave Dick home alone, Bruce brings his ward to work.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,474 - Reviews: 19 - Updated: 5-15-13 - Published: 5-9-13 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete2. No Biggie reviewsEven superheroes get bullied time to time.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Drama - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,330 - Reviews: 12 - Published: 5-6-13 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete3. Somewhere in Neverland » reviewsDick, Jason and Tim are three brothers with boring lives until a redhead flies up to their window and offers them an adventure they can't refuse. Birdflash, Peter Pan AUYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 18 - Words: 32,939 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 5-1-13 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash4. Counting Crows reviewsMegan watched in horror as the spaceship holding the only two surviving members of the team exploded into the night sky. What if one of them survived it though? Failsafe. Warning: Character Death, rated for gore.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Tragedy/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,602 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 4-28-13 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete5. 20 Dollar Nosebleed reviewsThe team is discussing the outcome of their latest mission and everyone's waging a war against the person across from them. While they're all trying to figure out who's to blame, Dick is trying to convince Wally that he's not a "baby bird" anymore.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,824 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 4-20-13 - Richard G./Nightwing & Conner K./Superboy - Complete6. I Fell For You reviewsFalling for someone means something else to an angel, but Dean doesn't know that. DestielSupernatural - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,569 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 3-25-13 - Dean W. & Castiel - Complete7. Figuring reviewsDick's saying his final goodbye to his best friend's headstone when Bart shows up.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Tragedy/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,838 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 3-17-13 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete8. Interviews reviewsCat Grant catches up with Robin after a mission for a quick interview. Slight BirdflashYoung Justice - Rated: K - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 800 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 3-12-13 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete9. Day Terrors reviewsJohn goes on a talk show to tell the world his side of Sherlock's 'suicide'.Sherlock - Rated: T - English - Tragedy/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,933 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 3-12-13 - John W. & Sherlock H. - Complete10. The Littlest Soldier reviewsJaime asks Bart what the past was like and learns more than he bargained for.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,197 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 3-12-13 - Bart A./Impulse & Jaime R./Blue Beetle - Complete11. Singing to the Choir reviewsDean finds out the truth about angelic choirs. Slight DestielSupernatural - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,148 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 3-12-13 - Dean W. & Castiel - Complete12. Make it like a Lullaby reviewsSomeone is sending Dick death threats and he's running out of time.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Crime/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,601 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 3-12-13 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete13. Hazed reviewsBart comes to and the first thing he wants to know is where Jaime is.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,104 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 2-23-13 - Bart A./Impulse & Jaime R./Blue Beetle14. Last of the Flock reviewsAfter seeing the news report, Dick turns to the one person left in the world he knows doesn't hate him.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,622 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 2-20-13 - Richard G./Nightwing & Alfred P. - Complete15. Mark of the Beast reviewsIn an inevitable war, what better weapon than hope? Bart is determined to save Jaime from the Reach's control and to prevent his future from happening.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Crime - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,286 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 2-17-13 - Bart A./Impulse & Jaime R./Blue Beetle - Complete16. Take Your Sweet Time reviewsWally's been gone a while, but Dick's a patient man. BirdflashYoung Justice - Rated: K - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 855 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 2-13-13 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete17. Pockets of Posies reviewsThe Riddler has left a riddle for the team to decipher, one that hits a little too close to home for one of the team members.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Family/Crime - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,082 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 2-13-13 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete18. Lover's Leap reviewsBlack Canary tries to get the team to participate in a trust exercise.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,428 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 2-13-13 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete19. Process reviewsThe police are amazed that the nine year old is able to stay so calm after witnessing something so horrible, but it doesn't take long until the facade falls.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Family/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,915 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 2-2-13 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete20. Out on a Business Trip reviewsBruce calls Dick from the trial to check in on him and the rest of Earth. Dick/BabsYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Crime - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,147 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 1-28-13 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete21. Turning Tables reviewsDick's never seen the Lion King, so Wally decides it's his personal job to get the sidekick to watch it. Just as he's convinced the little Robin though, a few out of context phrases from the other viewers send the bird broken and fleeing from the scene.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,897 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 1-23-13 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete22. Bruised reviewsMegan goes to pay her respects to Artemis.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Tragedy/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,690 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 1-9-13 - Megan M./Miss Martian & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete23. Stays Four the Same reviewsDesperate to find Clara, the Doctor hops in the TARDIS and goes to the one man he suspects might hold the key to the new potential companion.Doctor Who - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,502 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 1-4-13 - 11th Doctor & Jack H. - Complete24. Beam Me Up reviewsDick is hit by a small bit of Scarecrow's gas and Wally and Bruce both find themselves left with broken hearts as a result. Songfic to Beam Me Up by P!nkYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Tragedy/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,283 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 12-23-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete25. Magical Mistletoe » reviewsBart has never experienced Christmas before, so Jaime offers to help explain it until they run into some magic mistletoe. Bluepulse and BirdflashYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,575 - Reviews: 14 - Updated: 12-18-12 - Published: 11-16-12 - Bart A./Impulse & Jaime R./Blue Beetle - Complete26. Back to the Coloring Pages » reviewsWhen you're a superhero, there's no time for fun and games, but when the team gets an anonymous package, they get to see what it's like to be a kid again, whether they like it or not.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Adventure - Chapters: 21 - Words: 44,505 - Reviews: 313 - Updated: 12-17-12 - Published: 10-20-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash27. Speed it Up reviewsStranded off from the rest of their team, Kid Flash takes a hit and it's up to Robin to save them both- but at what cost?Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Suspense/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,252 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-16-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete28. I Remember You » reviewsDick's used to wearing a mask all of his life, but this time, he doesn't know if he can hold it up. Set during Performance, a song fic to I Remember You from Adventure Time.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,079 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 12-1-12 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete29. Sober reviewsDick always felt like nothing could hurt him when he was up high, so it was up to the world to ground him to face the problems life had for him.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Family/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 730 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 12-1-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Zatanna Z. - Complete30. The Good Kind of Broken reviewsDick can't sleep, so he calls up the one person he knows that can calm him down enough for him to get a few good hours of shut eye. Implied BirdflashYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,446 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 11-22-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete31. The Lone Soldier reviewsHe wasn't sure whether it was Reznov or the numbers that squeezed the trigger, but as Mason recalls back to his memories while strapped to the chair, he remembers that he was the one behind the scope on the night John F. Kennedy was killed.Call of Duty - Rated: K+ - English - Crime - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,683 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-15-12 - A. Mason & V. Reznof - Complete32. My Misfit reviewsDick Grayson and Wally West are two lonely children, lacking the attention they so rightly crave, so they find a way to keep from spending another Christmas alone. BirdflashYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,843 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 11-11-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete33. Melting reviewsStuck in a frozen wasteland, Wally and Dick turn to each other to find a way to keep from turning into popsicles before the team comes to get them. BirdflashYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,923 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 11-8-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete34. Bieber Fever reviewsWally comes back to the cave on Halloween night to see his best friend, only to be met with the uninimaginable horror awaiting him there.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Humor - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,643 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-8-12 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete35. Found reviewsSequel to the Children of the Lost series, Frank goes missing for a year and when he's found, Joe's in for a heartbreak with what's waiting for him in the hospital room.Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,874 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 11-2-12 - Frank H. & Joe H. - Complete36. Haunted House with the Future Boy reviewsIn honor of Halloween, Dick takes the team to a Haunted House. Slight SpeedbuggyYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,861 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 10-28-12 - Bart A./Impulse & Jaime R./Blue Beetle - Complete37. The Last of his Kind reviewsWally witnesses the magic of the Flying Graysons. BirdflashYoung Justice - Rated: K - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,305 - Reviews: 17 - Published: 10-25-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete38. Leeches reviewsEven though the mission was done, Wally couldn't settle until he knew his best friend was okay. Birdflash fluffYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,510 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 10-25-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete39. Super Bass reviewsHitting the showers after a simulation, Wally overhears the song Dick's singing. Slight BirdflashYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,683 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 10-16-12 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete40. Someone to Come Home to reviewsOn the way to a Mathlete tournament, the Gotham Academy bus is totaled in a giant car pile-up and it's up to Dick to save everyone from the wreckage. Slight Dick/BabsYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,593 - Reviews: 13 - Published: 10-14-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Barbara G./Batgirl - Complete41. A Trip Down Memory Lane reviewsMegan does her best to make Dick pay for keeping the truth of Artemis' death from the team.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Tragedy/Crime - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,981 - Reviews: 28 - Published: 10-14-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Megan M./Miss Martian - Complete42. We Have History reviewsThis is how Dick got the disguise charm for Artemis. Slight ChalantYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,876 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 10-11-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Zatanna Z. - Complete43. Enjoying the Little Things reviewsBeast Boy and Nightwing take the time to forget that they're in the middle of an invasion and enjoy the little things while they can. Slight Birdflash hintsYoung Justice - Rated: K - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,481 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 10-9-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Garfield Logan/Beast Boy - Complete44. Darkest reviewsA personal spin on the fight Dick and Wally had in the end of Darkest with a more bromantic twist. Slight BirdflashYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Tragedy/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,728 - Reviews: 12 - Published: 10-8-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete45. Satisfaction reviewsTo add to the sudden confusion brought on by the retelling of the past eight years, Wally and Dick visit the original Roy Harper in the hospital.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,830 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 10-7-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete46. Framework reviewsThe Doctor and Martha try and uncover the secret of the famous Mona Lisa.Doctor Who - Rated: T - English - Sci-Fi/Mystery - Chapters: 1 - Words: 667 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-7-12 - 10th Doctor & Martha J.47. Just Cry reviewsWally knows when his best friend's upset, and he knows the best way to calm him down.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,222 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 9-20-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete48. Uncovering the Mole » reviewsWhen the identity of the mole is finally revealed, no one can believe their ears.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Tragedy/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5,926 - Reviews: 30 - Updated: 9-18-12 - Published: 3-18-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash49. Protection reviewsWhen the Mansion is broken into, Wally does whatever it takes to protect his baby bird. Implied BirdFlashYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,633 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 9-13-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete50. Can You Imagine reviewsPuck sends Sabrina a goodbye letter. PuckabrinaSisters Grimm - Rated: K - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,631 - Reviews: 18 - Published: 9-13-12 - Puck & Sabrina G. - Complete51. Shoes reviewsWhen in doubt, don't doubt the Robin-senses.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,017 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 9-13-12 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete52. Fly with Me reviewsSometimes it's the little stuff. Birdflash fluff.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 271 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 9-10-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete53. His Best reviewsThere are some people to you that can only be described as the best, but some times you have to wait until the right moment until you know who they actually are.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,874 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 9-6-12 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete54. Slender reviewsDick is introduced to 'Slenderman'. BirdFlash fluff.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,142 - Reviews: 15 - Published: 8-27-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete55. Incognito reviewsDick and Wally have to go 'undercover' as two lovers in a hotel to clear their names. Birdflash, yaoi.Young Justice - Rated: M - English - Romance/Crime - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4,201 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 8-25-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete56. Misinterpreted reviewsThe team decides to listen in when Wally agrees to help Dick with a 'little problem'. BirdFlashYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,833 - Reviews: 14 - Published: 8-24-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete57. Dethroned » reviewsWhat's the point of having a secret identity when the whole world knows what's behind the mask? The League made an unknowing mistake of letting one criminal out early, a mistake that has consequences greater than they've ever known.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Crime/Angst - Chapters: 5 - Words: 14,466 - Reviews: 55 - Updated: 7-13-12 - Published: 4-21-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash58. Without a Reflection reviewsSabrina's the only chance Ferryport has at surviving this war and Puck's willing to do whatever it takes to revive her faith. An edited scene from The Council of Mirrors. Sabrina/PuckSisters Grimm - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,624 - Reviews: 10 - Published: 6-26-12 - Puck & Sabrina G. - Complete59. Allen Eyes reviewsOf all the souvenirs Wally had picked up during his time as a hero, there was one he never got that he felt he needed most.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,782 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 6-21-12 - Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete60. Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash reviewsDick spends his first day of the new year adapting to a broken heart.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,031 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 6-16-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete61. Lights reviewsWally thought he could just run from all his problems, but he finds that it isn't that easy. Songfic to Lights, Ellie Goulding.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4,690 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 6-12-12 - Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete62. Battle of the Birds reviewsDick was getting fed up with the attention Jason was getting from Bruce. Bruce was /his/ 'father' first. He intended it to stay that way.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Suspense/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,257 - Reviews: 12 - Published: 5-22-12 - Richard G./Nightwing63. Quite Rather Like reviewsAlice finds something she quite rather likes in Wonderland. Alice/MHAlice in Wonderland, 2010 - Rated: K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,498 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 5-22-12 - Alice K. & Mad Hatter/Tarrant Hightopp - Complete64. The Meaning of Because reviewsWhen the team finished the stakeout, the League got no further word from them, so they sent Batman down to check on their beloved ex-sidekicks. Nothing could've prepared him for what he saw when he got there. KF/Rob and many other pairingsYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,802 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 5-19-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete65. When the Motherless Don't Mourn reviewsWhen Mother's Day comes around, Dick doesn't let his lack of a mother ruin his day.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,299 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 5-15-12 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete66. Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches reviewsWally hates the feeling of having Robin mad at him, so he tries to fix it, only to result in seemingly deadly consequences. Technical sequel to "Picture That".Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,315 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 4-17-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete67. Days Go By reviewsWhen Wally sees that Robin isn't feeling the aster, he makes it his own personal mission to cheer the bird up. Slight KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,454 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 4-17-12 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete68. The Darkest Secret reviewsWhat if Dick had a secret darker than his past? A much more dangerous one..? Requested.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,326 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 4-16-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete69. Picture That reviewsWally finds a picture of a woman in Robin's room and he's willing to do whatever it takes to identify her, no matter how bad he has to hurt his best friend to find out.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,521 - Reviews: 14 - Published: 4-11-12 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete70. Peep reviewsIt's Easter and Bruce's Bat Senses are acting up. He has a horrible feeling that something horrible happened, and that it has something to do with Dick.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,199 - Reviews: 17 - Published: 4-9-12 - Bruce W./Batman & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete71. A Good Reason to Beat Your Head In reviewsThere's rarely a good enough reason in the world to make one sit there and ram their head against the wall from fear, but there are a few reasons and this was one of them. Implied KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,369 - Reviews: 13 - Published: 4-9-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete72. Chocolate reviewsWally tries to find a way to make Dick like chocolate. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,254 - Reviews: 13 - Published: 4-1-12 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete73. Boxes reviewsThe day had been perfect; too perfect to go on without consequences. Wally didn't think they'd be this bad though.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,122 - Reviews: 10 - Published: 3-27-12 - Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete74. Secret Keeping reviewsTo keep a secret, you first have to know a secret. Then, once you know it, it's up to you on what you do with it. Whether you keep it or tell it to the rest of the world is your choice, so you better choose well.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,401 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 3-17-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete75. Broken reviewsIt takes a lot to break Batman, but he found that with a boy under his wing, it was much easier for him to fall.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Crime/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,433 - Reviews: 11 - Published: 3-14-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete76. Misplaced » reviewsAn edited version of the episode "Misplaced", designed to please the fans who expected more from the episode we had waited so long to see.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Crime/Friendship - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,782 - Reviews: 25 - Updated: 3-11-12 - Published: 3-6-12 - Richard G./Nightwing77. Kids Who Have No One reviews"Take care of your younger siblings. Take care of kids who have no one." When the loneliness is unbearable, just turn to your 'family' and remember that maybe you aren't so alone after all. Based on a quote in Misplaced.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,700 - Reviews: 11 - Published: 3-5-12 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete78. Secrets reviewsThis is the story of how Kid Flash learned Robin's secret identity.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,636 - Reviews: 11 - Published: 2-21-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete79. So Different reviewsWhen the power goes out, it's up to Wally and Dick to entertain the rest of the team the best way they knew how: through song.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,365 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 2-18-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete80. Understanding Batman For Dummies » reviewsThe newest addition to the For Dummies series, Dick Grayson takes the time to explain his mentor to the world.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Family - Chapters: 6 - Words: 9,381 - Reviews: 31 - Updated: 2-14-12 - Published: 2-6-12 - Bruce W./Batman & Richard G./Nightwing81. Compliments reviewsSometimes the best best compliments are the ones never spoken. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,141 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 2-13-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete82. The Calm After the Storm reviewsDick has a horrible nightmare and Wally comes over to comfort him. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 6,091 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 2-4-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete83. The Great Cheeseball War reviewsThe greatest of all wars wasn't fought with fists. It was fought with giggles, smiles and cheeseballs.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,458 - Reviews: 11 - Published: 1-30-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete84. The Little Things He Does » reviewsUnlike his mentor, Robin could ask for help when he needed it. He needed it now most of all. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,592 - Reviews: 42 - Updated: 1-28-12 - Published: 1-18-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash85. Just a Single SlipUp reviewsIf it only takes a single slip-up to cause a reaction this bad, it's lucky the mission wasn't a complete failure. Slight KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,329 - Reviews: 10 - Published: 1-12-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete86. You Move Me reviews"There's a moment when you say to yourself, 'Oh, there you are.' I've been looking for you forever. You move me, Dick." KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,838 - Reviews: 11 - Published: 1-9-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete87. Failed Haven reviewsWhen every day, you're forced to live in the worst kind of Hell, you can't just wait on a hero to save you from yourself.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Angst/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,658 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 1-8-12 - Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete88. I'm No Faerietale reviewsMy life isn't a faerietale, but who wants to wear all that clunky knight armor when you can just simply don comfortable spandex and tights?Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,810 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 1-5-12 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete89. Empathy reviewsBefore, all she could do was sympathize. But now, she knew exactly how he felt.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Friendship/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,205 - Reviews: 13 - Published: 1-2-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Barbara G./Batgirl - Complete90. Touchdown reviewsA regular game of football gets a fun twist. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,150 - Reviews: 10 - Published: 1-2-12 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete91. The Broken Shroud reviewsWhen the whole Justice League is in trouble, Robin has to share a few of his most kept secrets in an attempt to save the day.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Suspense/Crime - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4,486 - Reviews: 25 - Published: 12-30-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete92. Chronic reviewsAs heroes, they were supposed to be able to stand strong through the worst, but after the loss of one of their closest teammates, they ALL start to break.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 606 - Reviews: 11 - Published: 12-25-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash93. Lifeline reviewsThere just comes that one point in time where you hurt so bad, there just isn't a world left to torture you. It's all gone and you couldn't be happier with it like that.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,022 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 12-24-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete94. Midnight Thinking reviewsOnce again, Dick was kept awake by the never-ending thoughts about his best friend. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,263 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 12-24-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete95. Monkey Ears reviewsSooner or later, someone was bound to notice. Slight KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,703 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-24-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete96. Out of Sight, Out of Mind » reviewsJust when Robin thought that his new life as a hero was going to be normal, someone from his past resurfaces to change all of that.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Crime - Chapters: 16 - Words: 30,587 - Reviews: 171 - Updated: 12-24-11 - Published: 3-18-11 - Richard G./Nightwing97. Rule 61 » reviewsBruce came home one day to find that both Dick and Alfred had been kidnapped and the only clue he had were the four words that had been left in the Batcave: "Help me. Rule 61."Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Family/Crime - Chapters: 16 - Words: 26,626 - Reviews: 157 - Updated: 12-24-11 - Published: 11-9-11 - Bruce W./Batman & Richard G./Nightwing98. Try and Keep an Open Mind » reviewsSomething goes wrong with Megan's powers and she ends up stealing one of everyone's most important memories. some KF/Rob and some SB/MMYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Sci-Fi - Chapters: 9 - Words: 13,937 - Reviews: 77 - Updated: 12-24-11 - Published: 10-9-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash99. Dicky » reviewsTwo miserable orphans are randomly selected to live with one of New York's multi-millionaires for a week and end up winning his heart. The YJ version of Annie.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Friendship - Chapters: 5 - Words: 8,911 - Reviews: 42 - Updated: 12-21-11 - Published: 11-25-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash100. Safe House reviewsDick and Wally have some time to kill until their mission and they decide to kill it in the best way they knew how. KF/Rob. Yaoi. If you don't like it, don't read.Young Justice - Rated: M - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4,726 - Reviews: 18 - Published: 12-20-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete101. Distractions reviewsWally got so carried away that the normal distractions didn't help with Dick's "little problem". Boner reference. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,826 - Reviews: 11 - Published: 12-19-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete102. Family Portrait reviewsJust because he's always grinning doesn't mean that his home life was a fairytale. Slight KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,908 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 12-19-11 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete103. Frozen reviewsThe worst kind of pain is knowing that you're losing the one you love most, but there's nothing you can do to save them. You're just frozen; helpless...Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,236 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 12-17-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete104. Testing the Mistletoe reviewsMistletoe is quite the temptress. It can convince two best friends to perform quite the experiment to test its strength. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,338 - Reviews: 10 - Published: 12-17-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete105. The Worst Kind of Goodbye reviewsWhen you and your best friend are about to die, are there any words worthy of being the last that they hear? Slight KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Suspense - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,003 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 12-15-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete106. Sexiest Husky in the Pound reviewsWhen Batman and Robin were mad at each other, they had a strange way of showing it. Hints of KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,903 - Reviews: 18 - Published: 12-15-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete107. Devil's Right Hand Man reviewsHe was tired of people offering to show him hell. He had lived there for several years now. He didn't need a tour.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Crime/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,516 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 12-12-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete108. Just like Magic reviewsThere are just some things that you don't need magic to make real. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 914 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 12-12-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete109. Computer Expert reviewsDick was REALLY good with computers. He was bound to get bored eventually.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Sci-Fi - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,158 - Reviews: 12 - Published: 12-11-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete110. Behind the Scenes » reviewsWhat all happens when the cameras are turned off? KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5,179 - Reviews: 23 - Updated: 12-10-11 - Published: 11-5-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete111. Boy Ninja reviewsBelieve it or not, there are perks to dating a ninja. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,376 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 12-10-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete112. Batboy reviewsIt started off as just a walk down the busy streets. Slight KF/Rob.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,593 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 12-10-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete113. Pinocchio reviewsDick was the Pinocchio to Bruce's Gippetto. He was as close as Bruce was going to get to having a real son and he couldn't have asked for more.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 993 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 12-9-11 - Bruce W./Batman & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete114. Operation Christmas reviewsThis year, the team intended to have the PERFECT Christmas, no matter what it took. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Family/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,771 - Reviews: 11 - Published: 12-8-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash115. Santa Hates Poor Kids reviewsIt was his first Christmas. He didn't know what to think.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,101 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 12-7-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete116. Behind the Bars reviews"Life is my prison; my friends are my inmates." Slight KF/Rob HintYoung Justice - Rated: K - English - Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 542 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 12-7-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete117. Kid Wonder » reviewsGiving two teenage boys 3 hours, 12 cups of coffee and a camera definately isn't a good idea. Slight KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,794 - Reviews: 20 - Published: 12-3-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash118. Incubus » reviewsIt was a failed simulation, again. Only this time, it was Wally who died. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,903 - Reviews: 19 - Published: 12-3-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete119. Misinterpretation reviewsJust as the title implies. Slight KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,163 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 12-2-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete120. Insomnia reviewsIf life was nothing but a nightmare, then he didn't want to know what it was like to fall asleep. KF/Rob hints.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,296 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 12-1-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete121. She's No You reviewsEven heroes get jealous. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,707 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 11-30-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete122. Castle Walls reviewsSome people fantasize about being royalty, but Dick had to learn the hard way that it isn't as great as the fairytales make it seem.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,428 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 11-29-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete123. Bullet reviewsThere's only one way to kill the monster in the mirror. **Warning: Character Deaths** KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Tragedy/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,527 - Reviews: 17 - Published: 11-21-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete124. Guardian Angel reviewsDick always believed that his guardian angel would be there to protect him from the world. He was wrong.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,091 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-21-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete125. Just a Kiss reviewsIt's Dick's birthday and Wally promised him he could have anything he wanted. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,203 - Reviews: 23 - Published: 11-20-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete126. My Family reviewsIt's more than just a team. It's a family. Better yet, it's his family.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,893 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 11-17-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete127. Carving the JackOLantern reviewsNo matter how hard he tried to hide, Wally always knew what he was hiding. Slight KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,040 - Reviews: 13 - Published: 11-16-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete128. My Head is Full of Stuffing reviewsDick gets picked to play the Scarecrow in the school's play of the Wizard of Oz.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,875 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 11-15-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete129. I'm Just a Kid reviewsHe was tired of being thought of as a hero. He was just a kid, and that was all he'd ever want to be.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,049 - Reviews: 10 - Published: 11-14-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete130. Body Language reviewsThat awkward moment when the blonde was right. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,128 - Reviews: 22 - Published: 11-14-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete131. Puzzle Pieces reviewsRobin was a tough puzzle. Everyone else had given up on him. Wally was the only one who actually bothered to try to solve him. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,110 - Reviews: 14 - Published: 11-13-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete132. Accidents reviewsSome times, accidents aren't a bad thing. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,233 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 11-11-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete133. Meet the Heroes » reviewsWhen Logan and Batman both disappear, the sidekicks and the mutants team up to find them. Rated TCrossover - X-Men: Evolution & Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Family - Chapters: 8 - Words: 15,076 - Reviews: 102 - Updated: 11-10-11 - Published: 2-2-11 - Wolverine/Logan & Bruce W./Batman134. Worst First Date reviewsWally had just wanted to give his boyfriend something nice for once, but even something as simple as that is impossible when you're a hero. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,817 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 11-6-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete135. Failsafe reviewsIt's perfectly okay to cry when you wake up from a world where your best friend and father were murdered. Slight KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K - English - Friendship/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,240 - Reviews: 11 - Published: 11-4-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete136. Just a Minute reviews"Please," Wally begged in a voice that made Dick's heart stop in his chest. "Just a minute?" KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 992 - Reviews: 14 - Published: 11-4-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete137. Subconscious Wants reviewsWhat if for once, that one dream that you never want to wake up from is actually a reality? KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,208 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 10-27-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete138. My Beginning and my Probable End reviewsWhen Robin got shot, Batman could only bring him to one person. When he showed up, some unwanted memories came back to mind.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,639 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 10-27-11 - Bruce W./Batman & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete139. Condemned » reviewsDick and Wally are just the new sidekicks at the Hall. When the end of the world comes around, the fate of humanity falls into their hands. Can they save the world before it's too late?Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Chapters: 8 - Words: 17,327 - Reviews: 32 - Updated: 10-19-11 - Published: 9-6-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash140. Bringing Sexy Back reviewsEven superheroes get bored from time to time. What they choose to do with their boredom isn't exactly what you'd call normal though.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,890 - Reviews: 22 - Published: 10-17-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete141. Like Toy Soldiers reviewsAs heroes, they're made to guard and protect those they love, even if it means doing nothing at all, just like toy soldiers. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,072 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 10-15-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash142. Polar Opposites reviewsMeeting his opposite definately wasn't on Robin's Top 10 list of things to do today.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Drama/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,345 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 10-14-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete143. Pass it On reviewsWally always knew just how to cheer up his little bird. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,199 - Reviews: 16 - Published: 10-11-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete144. Don't Mind the Skeleton reviewsWally and Dick get in a fight and Dick wants to speak his mind... but he can't find the nerve.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Tragedy/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,030 - Reviews: 12 - Published: 10-8-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete145. Contagious reviewsDick is like Wally's personal brand of heroine. He kept the redhead high... up on Cloud Nine. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,699 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 10-8-11 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete146. The Negotiator reviewsRobin was stubborn. When he put his head to something, he'd keep it on that thing until he decided that he could take his head off of it. That was why whenever the negotiator got on the line, he'd usually take the call for the team.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 728 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 10-7-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete147. Mr Brightside reviewsFighting is only natural, after all. It means you're in love enough to notice the mistakes. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,619 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 10-5-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete148. You Didn't Know? » reviewsFour years after his parents were murdered, Dick gets a letter from his big brother who has no idea what happened on that one fateful night. How will he explain it all?Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 9 - Words: 16,290 - Reviews: 113 - Updated: 10-5-11 - Published: 8-11-11 - Richard G./Nightwing149. Suits reviewsUp until now, Wally had only seen one side of his best friend. Today, Wally finally met the other side.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 964 - Reviews: 11 - Published: 10-1-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete150. Traught reviewsRobin had no real powers, but he managed to keep calm when the only person who could help him save the team was distraught out of her mind. It was time to make her be traught, even if he had to fake it. **No Fanpairings**Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,236 - Reviews: 30 - Published: 9-30-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Artemis C./Artemis - Complete151. The Sleep Over » reviewsA somewhat sequel to Robin's Lisp, Wally and Robin have a sleep over. Rated T for possible violence and cussing. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship - Chapters: 20 - Words: 43,451 - Reviews: 188 - Updated: 9-30-11 - Published: 3-10-11 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete152. Celery reviewsWho knew that a vegetable could lead to such fun? KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,446 - Reviews: 15 - Published: 9-29-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete153. Story Time reviewsDick always liked story time because it not only meant he got to hear a story, but he also got to held by Wally the whole time. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,162 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 9-28-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete154. Beautiful Nightmare reviewsDick couldn't decide if this was one of those sweet dreams or a beautiful nightmare, but either way, part of him didn't want it to end.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 903 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 9-26-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete155. Because of You reviewsIt wasn't his fault. His fears and insecurities were all because of them.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,578 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 9-26-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete156. So Cold reviewsThey looked like they were just sleeping in their caskets, but Dick knew they weren't. His parents were dead, and there was nothing he could do about it.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,015 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 9-23-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete157. Bang the Doldrums » reviewsThey always knew he had issues, but they never thought he'd take it that far.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Tragedy - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,076 - Reviews: 18 - Updated: 9-19-11 - Published: 9-18-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete158. Fearless reviewsI was always a little shy, but one day, he turned me fearless. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,027 - Reviews: 10 - Published: 9-11-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete159. 27 » reviewsHe was never the happiest on the team. Megan and Wally had him beat by a long shot. Of course, like everyone, he'd have his moments, but now definitely wasn't one of them. Song ficYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,100 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 9-10-11 - Richard G./Nightwing160. Feelin' the Aster » reviewsWally finally gets a faint idea of what it's like to 'feel the aster'. Slight KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,817 - Reviews: 10 - Updated: 8-30-11 - Published: 8-29-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete161. Thursday Nights reviewsSuperheroes are just like us inside, only they look sexier in spandex. But what do they do in their freetime?Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,218 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 8-25-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete162. Summer Storms reviewsKF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 5,305 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 8-8-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete163. Sweet Obsessions » reviewsDick always knew he had an obsession, but how far can a single obsession go?Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Crime/Family - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,891 - Reviews: 31 - Updated: 8-4-11 - Published: 7-27-11 - Richard G./Nightwing164. It Just Fits » reviewsWith over a million songs in the world, that leaves over one million song quotes in the world that could fit Robin, which leaves over one million chapters of mini Robin song-fics.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Family - Chapters: 7 - Words: 4,330 - Reviews: 27 - Updated: 8-4-11 - Published: 6-28-11 - Richard G./Nightwing165. The Reason I Hide reviewsEven at the end of the world, all Wally's worried about is seeing Robin's eyes. *Slight KF/Rob*Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 852 - Reviews: 10 - Published: 7-24-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete166. Don't Want an Ending reviewsAlthough Richard had many regrets, Bruce wasn't one of them.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,287 - Reviews: 10 - Published: 7-22-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete167. Fear of Thunder reviewsKF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,961 - Reviews: 13 - Published: 7-18-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete168. Honey, Honey reviewsWally's seen a lot of crazy things in his life as a sidekick, including his best friend in a dress and high heels singing a song from Mamma Mia to him.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,148 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 7-14-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete169. Broken Colors reviewsIt's the 4th of July and Robin's really missing his parents, so Wally decides to cheer him up. *Not SlashYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,199 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 7-11-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete170. Left 4 Dead: Young Justice Style » reviewsOh yes, I went there. The Zombie Apocalypse and the Young Justice team seem to be the only survivors. Rated T for language, violence, gore and zombies.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Sci-Fi/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,834 - Reviews: 6 - Updated: 6-20-11 - Published: 6-9-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash171. Infiltrator reviewsBased on the episode Infiltrator, this is what would've happened if I owned Young Justice. An early Father's Day fic.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,496 - Reviews: 10 - Published: 6-16-11 - Bruce W./Batman & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete172. My Awkward Love Story reviewsWally's in love with best friend and everything's going fine until his best friend gets a girlfriend. KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,064 - Reviews: 15 - Published: 6-14-11 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing173. Fervent » reviewsAt first it was just a prank from the beloved Elf, but it soon evolved into something that no one would've ever predicted. :Not Good At Summaries: Kurtty and Slight KF/RobCrossover - X-Men: Evolution & Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Family - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,828 - Reviews: 15 - Updated: 6-8-11 - Published: 6-4-11 - Nightcrawler/Kurt W. & Richard G./Nightwing174. Conversations With the Devil reviewsRichard gets a chance to speak to Tony Zucco, and five years of anger is unleashed upon the Earth bound devil.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Family/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,698 - Reviews: 12 - Published: 6-2-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete175. My Dearest Dickard reviewsRichard gets a letter from an old friend that brightens his day. Written for AmaraRae. I suck at summariesYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,023 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 6-1-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete176. Words Truly Kill Me reviewsSticks and stones may break my bones, but it's words that truly kill me. Rated what it is for blood and violence.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Tragedy/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,424 - Reviews: 38 - Published: 5-31-11 - Bruce W./Batman & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete177. Revenge of the Caged Bird » reviewsWhen you have nothing left in this world, what is there left for you to have? In Robin's mind, the only thing left for him to have is revenge. Rated T for violenceYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Crime - Chapters: 3 - Words: 6,052 - Reviews: 12 - Updated: 5-31-11 - Published: 5-25-11 - Richard G./Nightwing178. Who am I? » reviewsNot a fan pairing. Just a bunch of different one-shots about Robin. NOT FAN PAIRINGS! Rated K for a few mild cusswords.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 4 - Words: 5,160 - Reviews: 33 - Updated: 5-31-11 - Published: 1-28-11 - Richard G./Nightwing179. Dear Mom and Dad reviewsRichard keeps writing his parents, knowing that he'll never get a reply. But then one day, life surprises him. I suck at summariesYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,423 - Reviews: 18 - Published: 5-26-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete180. All I Want reviewsWhat is the only thing that money can't buy? And no, the answer isn't happiness.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 153 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 5-26-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete181. Growing My Metaphorical ManBalls reviews"Grow some metaphorical man-balls!" Based on an inside joke between me and my best friend.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,696 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 5-24-11 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete182. Olive, My Love reviewsBased on a children's book, a sweet mistake leads to a great early birthday for one little girl.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,662 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 5-20-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete183. I Love You the Blackest reviewsBased on one of my favorite children's books, Richard finds a way to tell Bruce how much he loves him without having to say anything at all.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Poetry/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,854 - Reviews: 19 - Published: 5-18-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete184. Peeling the Onion reviewsIn less than 24 hours, the team finds out more about Robin then they know to deal with. I'm bad at summaries, but this is just basically about how the team finds out about Robin's pastYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,250 - Reviews: 22 - Published: 5-12-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete185. Animal Hunt » reviewsRobin and KF head up to Bayville to help the X-Men find their beloved Wolverine. Rated T for later violenceCrossover - X-Men: Evolution & Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Family/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,976 - Reviews: 20 - Updated: 5-10-11 - Published: 5-7-11 - Nightcrawler/Kurt W. & Richard G./Nightwing186. A Little Bit Stronger reviewsA song-fic to Sara Evan's A Little Bit Stronger. Robin tries to get a little bit stronger and get over the death of his parents.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,986 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 5-8-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete187. Weaknesses reviewsBatman made a machine to figure out each member's weakness and Robin's stabillity is put to the test.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,143 - Reviews: 12 - Published: 5-6-11 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete188. Hey Mom reviewsDick visits his parent's grave to wish his mom a Happy early Mother's Day. *Before Young Justice*Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,612 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 5-4-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete189. Broken Bottles reviewsRichard walks into the kitchen one night for a snack and ends up making a new friend. *Before Young Justice*Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,167 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 5-3-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete190. Caged Bird reviewsRichard Grayson, a broken hearted ten year old, learns why the caged bird sings. *Before Young Justice*Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,621 - Reviews: 15 - Published: 4-30-11 - Bruce W./Batman & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete191. Tell Me A Story, Wally » reviewsRobin asks Wally to tell him a story that's gory, adventurous, with heavy hints of romance and twists at every turn and sci-fi stuff and friendship and teamwork and betrayal and a happy ending; that's scary and sad, but happy too. A bit of everything. R&RYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Adventure - Chapters: 3 - Words: 6,008 - Reviews: 16 - Updated: 4-30-11 - Published: 4-24-11 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing192. A Trip to the Neighborhood Therapist reviewsBruce takes Richard to see a therapist, to determine if his protege has depression or not.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,505 - Reviews: 29 - Published: 4-23-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete193. Tell Me Hank, Why Do You Drink? reviewsWith his brain whacked by Ritalin and anesthetics, Robin accompanies Wally to his family reunion.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,592 - Reviews: 15 - Published: 4-20-11 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing194. Forgiveness reviewsWally's messed up and he seeks only forgiveness, but in a world with Batman, that's impossible, or so it seems. **DepressingYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,932 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 4-17-11 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete195. The Return of FrankandJoe3 » reviewsIt's been a year since she's been around, and now she's back with plans for the Young Justice team. Rated T for insanity and cussing and violence. *No Slash Intended, Just Friendship*Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Crime - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,679 - Reviews: 3 - Updated: 4-13-11 - Published: 4-10-11 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing196. Theme Song reviewsWally tries to find a theme song for the Boy Wonder.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,625 - Reviews: 14 - Published: 4-11-11 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete197. Never Too Late » reviewsRobin and Batman get in a fight and Robin decides that he doesn't want to be a superhero anymore. Many Chaptered Song Fic to Never Too Late by Three Days Grace. Rated T for violence and cusswordsYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 4 - Words: 4,489 - Reviews: 24 - Updated: 4-6-11 - Published: 4-1-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash198. Unblocking the Dam reviewsIn a writing assignment in Communication Arts, Robin lets out his true emotions in words that he's held back for a long while.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,351 - Reviews: 21 - Published: 3-17-11 - Richard G./Nightwing - Complete199. Bereft reviewsAll of the Robin featuring scenes in the episode Bereft, slightly tweaked for your enjoyment as well as my own.Young Justice - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Adventure - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4,603 - Reviews: 18 - Published: 3-16-11 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete200. You'll Always Have Us reviewsRichard Grayson thought he lost everyone. Maybe he didn't... Slight KF/RobYoung Justice - Rated: K - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,795 - Reviews: 13 - Published: 3-15-11 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing - Complete201. Robin's Lisp reviewsRobin's expander gives him a lisp and Wally tries to comfort him. One-ShotYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,673 - Reviews: 23 - Published: 3-9-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash - Complete202. On the Playground reviewsDick goes to the playground without Bruce's permission. One-Shot. Several OCs.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,829 - Reviews: 12 - Published: 3-9-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete203. Thanks for the Memories reviewsThe anniversary of his parents death, Richard Grayson deals with it the way he does every year when he's stuck at Mount Justice.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,262 - Reviews: 56 - Published: 3-8-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Wally W./Kid Flash204. Because of the Burning Refrigerator reviewsInspired by a Deviantart picture that I fell in love with.Young Justice - Rated: K - English - Family/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,370 - Reviews: 22 - Published: 3-7-11 - Wally W./Kid Flash & Richard G./Nightwing205. Just Robin reviewsAnger can do a lot to a teen, but how far will Robin go for it not to be 'Just Aqualad?Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,922 - Reviews: 17 - Published: 3-6-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete206. Jealousy reviewsBased closely on the latest episode, Robin's part. What all can jealousy do to the Boy Wonder? One-ShotYoung Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,273 - Reviews: 24 - Published: 3-4-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete207. Behind the Mask » reviewsIn the search to discover who Robin really is, a familiar enemy resurfaces. Some Megan/Superboy and some family love, but no true fan pairings. Rated TYoung Justice - Rated: T - English - Crime/Family - Chapters: 21 - Words: 39,495 - Reviews: 433 - Updated: 2-18-11 - Published: 2-1-11 - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Complete208. A Poem or Two, Just For You reviewsA bunch of dark poems that I wrote for Robin. No fan pairings. Just about Robin's past and stuff like that.Young Justice - Rated: K+ - English - Poetry - Chapters: 1 - Words: 263 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 2-5-11 - Richard G./Nightwing209. The Story of an Edd » reviewsWhat's under Edd's hat? Why aren't his parents around? Why has no one met his parents? ALL REVEALEDEd, Edd n Eddy - Rated: K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 6 - Words: 8,095 - Reviews: 26 - Updated: 12-4-10 - Published: 11-26-10 - Edd - Complete210. The Attack of FrankandJoe3 » reviewsThis is why you don't tell the characters of a story how the story goes. Rated T for violence, cussing and possibly disturbing images.X-Men: Evolution - Rated: T - English - Suspense/Mystery - Chapters: 9 - Words: 9,476 - Reviews: 41 - Updated: 8-18-10 - Published: 8-14-10 - Shadowcat/Katherine P./Kitty P. & Nightcrawler/Kurt W. - Complete211. London Bridge is Falling Down » reviewsIt's a fiasco. The world is slowly dying. Can the X-men save the world before it is too late? Rated T for romance and violence.X-Men: Evolution - Rated: T - English - Romance/Tragedy - Chapters: 26 - Words: 12,122 - Reviews: 56 - Updated: 3-12-10 - Published: 2-21-10 - Nightcrawler/Kurt W. & Shadowcat/Katherine P./Kitty P.
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