Title: When characters meet their slashers!
Disclaimer: not mine blah blah no profit blah blah you get the drift I'll put up a proper one later
Notes: From the Honesty Universe by
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snarkyandsparky Jack opened his eyes and blinked in confusion at the white walls. ‘oh hell not this room again ' He closed his eyes again and sighed in resignation, waiting for the squirrel to appear when a groan that definitely did not sound like a squirrel startled him. Looking over, he smirked as he saw Nathan Stark rising to his feet holding his head.
"You’re not a squirrel Stark but welcome to my room of insanity"
"What the hell are you talking about Carter and where the hell are we? Get us out here, you're the Sheriff" Nathan responded, while examining the room suspiciously.
"We’re waiting for the squirrel, the evil squirrel demi god of doom Stark. Prepare for judgment! "Jack lay back down on the floor to patiently wait.
Nathan gave Jack an indescribable look 'I always knew his brain had missing pieces...wait... I hear voices...is that a corridor? That wasn't there before.'
"Carter wake up there’s a corridor and voices..humankind it sounds like, ever hear of that species before Carter?" Without waiting for a response, Nathan strode off down the corridor with a befuddled Jack trailing after him muttering "there was no corridor last time...where’s the damn squirrel"
At the end of the corridor they entered a room and stopped in astonishment. The room was odd to say the least, there was an old couch that looked as if it had seen world wars 1 and 2 with two battered looking desks and a trashcan in the corner holding what seemed to be a pile of papers on fire. In the middle of the room sat two women huddled over laptops with bottles of scotch and tequila scattered on a table already littered with chocolate bars and....was that a jar of m n m's?
Shaking his head Jack moved forward "uh ladies..excuse me, um..where is this?"
One of the women with short black hair looked up and responded to him with clear irritation in her voice. “You shush I can kill you and I wouldn't be bothered! I've killed you six times already and it didn’t even cause a twinge."
Jack stepped back in shock and tried to fumble at his belt for his gun only to find that Nathan had appropriated it already.
Just as he turned to Nathan, trying to quickly plot out ways to get to safety, the other woman spoke up in a tired voice, “Really snarkyandsparky, wasn’t that just a little sadistic?" She turned around to look at them. Jack and Nathan stared at the two in shock and confusion.
"Then again brighids_fire, Nathan dying did give me writers block" the woman who they guessed was snarkyandsparky mused.
"What do you mean I died!?" Nathan cried out in disbelief, "am I dead? is this some sort of afterlife because honestly I didn’t picture it stuck with him"
"Watch it you, just because you're hot and sexy and all tall, dark and snarky doesn't mean....wait was my point again? " brighids_fire continued munching on her sugar quill 'never mind ok point is we all know Nathan's soul is worth more than Jack's. Now let’s see..." She turned to snarkyandsparky " I raise you by 15 m and m's red!"
Unable to resist, Nathan turned to Jack who stood there sputtering in indignation " See Carter, even in the afterlife I'm worth more than you"
Snarkyandsparky looked up distractedly at the comment as if she forgot they were there." You're not supposed to be in here you know. Go back to your fandom! Poof!!! Go!!!"
As Jack and Nathan watched each other fade away they wondered if it was their imagination or did they really hear those last few lines of conversation...
A muttered "obliviate" from brighids_fire followed by the sounds of a smack as snarkyandsparky wryly commented “wrong fandom again brighid!"
Somewhere...in another white room....a squirrel lay on the floor surrounded by acorns cackling with mad laughter.
- Location:home
- Mood:
indifferent - Music:apples - delhi2dublin
Disclaimer: I have NO idea what I was on at the time. Unfortunately they don't belong to me either... I just take them out to play once in a while. Except the squirrel... though I'm not sure I want to lay claim to him :P
Notes: From the Honesty Universe....If you haven't read honesty yet go stalk snarkyandsparky
and read it!!!!!!
Rating: G
Title: Beware the wrath of the……….squirrels?
As twilight descended on the town of Eureka, Jack was on his way back home to meet with Nathan. Glancing out his window he observed a seemingly innocuous squirrel scurrying along the branches of tree, innocently, it seemed to anyone who cared to look as if it was hunting for acorns or as it was Eureka... perhaps some bio-engineered nutritious nuts. Jack snorted to himself as he realized he was becoming almost immune to the oddities that made up Eureka. Looking up he was startled to observe that the once clear and peaceful sky was now filled with ominous looking clouds as the sound of thunder could be heard rumbling closer. Snapping his attention back to the road he wondered idly if someone's weather experiment was let loose again ......or if falling asleep to Ghostbusters re-runs really was a bad idea. Suddenly, he screeched to halt gasping at the squirrel that now sat on his windshield with glowing red eyes.
Jack tried to take deep breaths in between repeating to himself, “this is a dream, nope not seeing rabid evil squirrels nu uh, especially ones that look really familiar, nope.... not seeing voyeuristic squirrels at all." He opened his eyes to see what he would later swear was a smirk on the squirrels face as everything around him began to dissolve.
Moments later he opened his eyes again to see himself standing in a white room with the same squirrel in front of him munching away at a nut innocently. Jack look around the empty room searching out possible escapes routes only to find none. Backing away he stared at the squirrel. “I must be either losing my mind or else this is Fargo's fault. FARGO!" he yelled only to hear a quiet snickering that seemed...to be coming from...the squirrel. Eyeing the squirrel with trepidation he wondered if talking to the squirrel meant that he was really locked up in a padded room under some heavy hallucinogenic drugs.
The squirrel, hoped closed and to his surprise addressed him in a squeaky voice. “I’m not a squirrel you moron, I am a demi - god and I've been jumping through time trying to save your ass, but no you just continue throwing yourself in near death or fatal situations, snarking at Stark when you really should just jump him before he fades away into molecules or trying to save you from headaches after you almost die for the 1 millionth time.!!! You need to stop! There is only so much a demi god can do before he cracks!" the squirrel levelled a glare at Jack as he sat with a thump on the floor.
"Demi god...squirrels...molecules..." spots swam before his eyes as he fainted. The squirrel sighed and with a wave of his bushy tail disappeared muttering about weak humans.
Sitting up with a gasp Jack looked around the familiar room. "SARAH?"
"Yes Jack? Would you like an early breakfast? "
"NO NO that's fine, Perimeter and interior scan SARAH."
“Only you and Zoe are inside and perimeter is secured."
Jack sighed in relief and headed to the kitchen. Looking up at the skylight as he took a sip of coffee, the mug fell crashing to the floor as he stared in horror at the squirrel peering down at him.
- Location:sprawled on the futon watching csi
- Mood:
amused - Music:sounds of csi
ok so here's chapter 2...
Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived" .- Star Trek: Generations .
Pacing the room anxiously, Severus waited to hear what the healers had to say about this latest round of tests...surely they would just say that nothing had changed and things would continue as is. He didn’t dare hold onto any hope that something would have changed and Harry’s magic was eliminating the cancer. No, it was best to simply hold onto the thought that the news could not get any worse. There would be no change.
Turning, he resumed his pacing, focused intently on the ground when a pair of black shoes entered his vision and he encountered a wall unexpectedly. Looking up he nodded to Lupin and resumed his frenetic pacing.
“Any news yet Severus?” He looked up into concerned eyes. “No, no news yet...they should be done already. I don’t know what is taking those inept fools so long” he spat in derision.
Silence fell again in the room as they waited impatiently for some sign of what was going on.
Hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor approaching the room and both men turned in expectation. Harry entered the room with a healer and sat down as Severus sneered at the lime green robes of his companion. “Well?? Full disclosure Harry, you promised”.
“ Sev, Healer Applewhite has suggested some new drugs he would like me to try, and I think that I will make the attempt. I have responded comparatively well to treatments before and I’ve decided to try it again.”
Severus stared at Harry in astonishment. Forgetting all bravado he dropped to his knees in front of Harry grabbing his hands in an attempt to stop the nervous fidgeting Harry was displaying. “I thought you were adamant that you weren’t going to try treatment. "
“I know... but there is a good chance this will give me some more time. I need to do this Sev.” Harry stood and turned towards the window waiting for the response he knew would be difficult for Severus to give him. But he had to do this, he couldn’t die. Not yet. Not so soon. He wasn’t ready for this. The irony that a muggle disease would be the one to kill him when Voldemort could not succeed all these years was too much.
Severus stared in shock at Harry’s back, his mind trying to process what was happening in the moment. Something just simply did not make sense. There was a piece of the puzzle missing and he wasn’t sure just ... “How fast is the cancer progressing? What stage are you at now? Has it changed?”
He rattled off the questions anxiously hoping that the answers were not the reason for Harry’s change in decision. Silence descended on the room as Remus and Severus waited for a response.
Observing Harry’s knuckles grow white as he clenched the windowsill harder, Healer Applewhite cleared his throat to get the men’s attention and responded to Severus’ query quietly.
“The cancer has doubled in size over a period of 6 weeks gentlemen, Harry is in stage four at present.”
Severus barely heard Remus’ whispered question beside him, asking the healer how long they had left. His world narrowed to focus on the answer to that question.
“Six months.”
He slowly dropped to sit on the chair, eyes focused on the blue specks on the floor. Two simple words. Yet, words that would forever mark a chapter in his life. Those were the words that put a limit on the time he had.
Severus sat there feeling an indescribable sense that this moment was important. That it was the hallmark of something that he would forever remember. It was moments like these,that were memorized and stored away in mental photo albums to be pulled out later on in life and acknowledged for their profound impact.
Biting down the surge of panic that threatened to overwhelm him, Severus rose to his feet and approached Harry. Laying a hand on his shoulder and absently feeling the tense muscles, he spoke gently to him.
“Whatever you decide to do Harry, I will support you in it. No matter what. But I do worry that you are reacting to the news. Please, think about it for a while, and know that even if your decision does not change... I....will not disapprove.”
He suppressed a sigh of relief as Harry turned to look at him with less trepidation and nodded his thanks abruptly. As he stood close, Severus inhaled the scent of vanilla that always seems to surround Harry.
Forgetting everyone else in the room he gave in to the impulse to enfold Harry in his arms. Holding on tightly to the slender body he closed his eyes wishing he could take all of this away. Though the idea of appropriating a time-turner was becoming highly appealing, he knew that would only make things harder in the end. Time could not be stopped, inevitably, there would be an end.
But for this moment...he would hold onto this part of him and imagine that he would never have to let go.
At the sound of a cough, he opened his eyes and slowly released Harry. Looking around he noticed the healer has left the room, leaving Remus standing near the door.
He stood back and gently nudged Harry towards Remus. " Come Harry, let's get out of here and go to Fortescue's. Remus looks like he's in need of a sugar rush." Seeing Harry safely into Remus' arms he turned to look back at the empty room they were vacating. Cataloging the space in his mind, he closed his eyes for a brief moment and stepped into the waiting floo. As the green flames whisked him away, he inhaled sharply as he heard a whisper of sound come to him from the empty room.
Six Months.
- Location:home
- Mood:
pensive - Music:Fire - Sean Paul & Kelis
snarkyandsparky for her all around awesomeness and help with this fic. ( And for not hunting me down and smacking me with a dead fish for not finishing 'All these emotions' yet. ) Only a whisper marks the tearing of a soul.
- Location:home
- Mood:
melancholy - Music:Dont Know Why - Norah Jones
Author:
brighids_fireGiftee: micheypoo
Pairing: Harry/Draco, implied Draco/Crabbe
Word Count: 306
Rating: G but lets put PG just in case
Prompt(s): "Crabbe jealous of Potter and Malfoy, Nearly Headless Nick, Great Hall, Sweet potato and fried chicken " I tried!
Summary: Fates can be oh so cruel
Disclaimer: The characters all belong to JK Rowling not me.
Warning(s): Slash, Destruction of meat pies
A/N:
- Location:Work
- Mood:
geeky - Music:Apologize - Timbaland
Title: Snowballs and Lollies
Author:
brighids_fire Giftee:
snarkyandsparkyPairing: Harry/Draco, Hermoine/Ron
Word Count: 176
Rating: G but lets put PG just in case
Prompt(s): "people attacking them with snowballs, with them on opposite sides, u know, fluffy nonsense...strawberry lolliiiieee"
Summary: Ron gets up to mischief
Disclaimer: The characters all belong to JK Rowling not me.
Warning(s): Fluff, Slash
A/N:
- Location:Work
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:Hinder - Get Stoned
- Location:work
- Mood:
listless - Music:I'm Going Home - Daughtry
Just trying this out for now. posters for the play I'm in came out today!! woohoo.......now oh boy work begins.
- Location:My Couch
- Mood:
restless - Music:Starts with Goodbye - Carrie Underwood
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