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Quinn and Glasses?
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
Title: Quinn and Glasses?
Author: zta-atsin
Summary: In which we discover Quinn wears glasses and rocks them hard. This is for [info]electrifyus Glee Fic!Battle Spoilers: Quinn is pregnant. Set after Sectionals I guess
Length: 500*
Rating: PG

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Quinn was sitting in class taking notes, being a diligent student, when all of a sudden she jumped out of her chair and asked to go to the bathroom.

Rachel watched as her girlfriend practically ran out of the room. She was filled with concern considering Quinn was pregnant. She slipped out of the room and followed Quinn through the empty halls.

She peered through the bathroom door carefully surveying the room. "Quinn?"

"What do you want?" Quinn asked with a huff. She bit her tongue in frustration. "Sorry," when she recognized it was Rachel's voice.

"Are you okay?" Rachel walked in and saw streaks of tears go down Quinn's face. "Why're you crying? What happened?"

The blonde rubbed her eyes. "I am not crying, you idiot." She turned to Rachel with one eye completely red. "Something is stuck underneath my contact."

"Contact? You have contacts on?" Rachel asked with sudden surprise. She and Quinn had been dating for 2 months now and not once did she realize that Quinn wore contacts.

"I'm sorry I wasn't blessed with 20/20 vision like some people," Quinn glared. God damnit, why did there have to be something stuck under her contact now?

There were some things that Quinn hated, one of which was wearing her glasses. She always feared looking like a geek or...Artie because it was a sign of weakness. Quinn Fabray had no weaknesses.

"I like glasses," Rachel suddenly blurted out.

Unlike Quinn, Rachel had a certain...taking for glasses. She wasn't going to lie to herself, glasses turned her on. Not to sound selfish, but she was glad  she discovered Quinn wore glasses.

"I obviously don't," Quinn snapped. She watched Rachel shrink. "I'm sorry..." She sighed again. "But goddamnit it hurts! Can you just help me get this out?"

Rachel bit her lip to stop laughing and moved to help her girlfriend. She stood on her tiptoes to get a better look at the blonde's eye. "How did you end up wearing glasses?"

"Mother and father had this thing where I couldnt go out to enjoy the sun when I was a kid. So I just stayed in and read," Quinn blinked as Rachel's finger got close to her eye. Rachel glared and Quinn gave her an apologetic look. "Either way, I hate wearing glasses and contacts. I practically can't function without them."

"They aren't that bad, it's like how I can't function without you around," Rachel smiled.

"Completely different, but I will accept it," Quinn agreed. Without even realizing it, Rachel pulled back with the contact resting on her finger.

"Now can you wear those glasses? I just know you'd look amazing with them on," Rachel begged with a pout.

"How do you know that?" Quinn asked as she slipped her arms around the shorter girl's waist.

"I have fantasies about you with glasses on."

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After that it was rare to see Quinn with contacts on. She would only wear contacts when they did rehearsals for Glee. At first everyone in the school had to do a double take because Quinn just didn't look like Quinn with glasses. But at least she didn't look like Artie, as Rachel always commented.

"I have only one thing to say to you; you are my hot, pregnant, glasses wearing girlfriend, and the whole world be damned."
 

To Me Not For Me
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray
A/N: It has been awhile since I've written, make that about 9 months XD I just thought I'd give it a shot. I mean I have fallen in LOVE with Quinn/Rachel and this idea came to me randomly. So I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: What do you think?
Rating: T
Summary: Because Quinn knows that it isnt just hormones.

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Rachel couldnt spit out the words fast enough as she felt someone slam her against the lockers. Her cheeks pressing against the cold metal, for a second she could almost taste it.

"Why do you do things for me?" Quinn accused.

When the brunette realized it was the blonde, she shook her off and whipped her head around. "I wasnt the one that got slammed into locker. You really have to work on your manners Quinn."

It was either the question had completely flew over Rachel's head or she was ignoring it.

Quinn knew that it had just gone over Rachel's head, which made her even more frustrated than she already was.

The blonde couldnt understand what had gotten into her recently. She should have taken Rachel's kindness as a blessing but she couldnt. After all, she had lost everything: the Cheerios, her parents, and her boyfriend. Rachel was just another thing to lose.

Quinn, for a moment, couldnt stop staring at the shorter girl. Although Rachel was shorter, the blonde realized that Rachel had held some sort of gravity around her. There was always times when Quinn just gravitated towards her, despite her haughty and annoying attitude.

Even as she wanted to get close to Rachel, she always found herself taking a few step backs or averting her eyes as far away as possible.

There were days when she couldnt ignore Rachel though. The way Rachel danced or sang at Glee. Quinn could imagine just doing certain things with Rachel's body as it moved around. Where the hell is that coming from? Her movements were so fluid and so alive. Maybe it was jealousy, Quinn never understood what was so enthralling about that Smurfette.

For a moment Quinn couldnt help but stared down at the shorter girl. Her eyes piercing, even then her eyes travelled down the brunette's lips. I bet they are soft...

"Quinn?" Rachel asked.

Quinn sucked her breath in trying to shake off her thoughts.

"You were talking to me about something?"

"You!..." Nothing. Quinn's brain suddenly failed her.

"What about me? Quinn youre not making any sense just standing there staring at me. I havent done anything to you."

Maybe that was it. Rachel didnt do anything to Quinn, but for her. That wasnt what the blonde wanted.

Quinn decided not to use her words. They were lost somewhere between her mind and Rachel's lips as she came to realize.

Without even saying anything else, Quinn slammed Rachel against the lockers again. This time holding her in place.

What did she have that Quinn didnt? What could she do that Quinn couldnt? Why did everyone seem to find something more in Rachel than her?

Quinn had this fierce look on her face that frightened Rachel. "Quinn...," she squeaked.

The blonde ignored Rachel and slammed their lips together. She had no idea where this fury was coming from. All that she knew was that her lips were against Rachel's, whose lips were frozen in place. Quinn persisted as she pushed her body against Rachel's, mindful of her growing bump.

Her tongue begged for an entrance as she ran it across the bottom of Rachel's lips. Annoyed with Rachel's frozen stated, she gruffly dragged her lips down Rachel's jaw and found its way to her neck.

Rachel exhaled loudly as soon as her lips were free. "Quinn, whatre you doing? I know pregnancy can cause alot of hormonal imbalance, but that doesnt mean you should kiss me in the middle of the hallways."

Quinn ignored the girl and slowly licked her neck. Rachel shivered at the wet trails Quinn left along her neck. She tried pushing Quinn away but there was no avail when to her surprise Quinn began kissing her neck.

"Quinn.." Rachel added breathlessly. Her eyes slammed shut when Quinn began biting down on her neck. There was sure to be a mark later on.

Quinn was getting frustrated. Rachel was too idle for her. She dragged her teeth up and down Rachel's neck back up to the girl's lips again. Her hands grabbing Rachel's hideous argyle sweater roughly.

Rachel felt her body get hotter and hotter as Quinn continued to kiss her roughly. She knew her neck was violated terribly and her lips would eventually be bruised. But she knew, it just felt too good. She moaned loudly, not being able to hold it in anymore, as soon as she felt Quinn's hands slip under her sweater.

Her hands creeped slowly up Rachel's sweater. Whatever she was feeling at that moment was replaced with satisfaction as Rachel had finally begun kissing her back.

Their lips were moving at a steady rhythm now. With each passing moment, their lips grew to fighting for dominance. Hunger. Lust. Passionate feelings were at play and neither one of the girls minded.

Quinn cupped Rachel's breast and squeezed them to stop Rachel from fighting with her. No matter how much Quinn wanted Rachel to do something to her, she wanted to be in control.

Rachel hated that. The way Quinn seemed to need control over everything.

Finally, Rachel pushed Quinn away from her. The blonde looked shocked and hurt as soon as they stopped. For a second, Rachel thought that Quinn was shorter than her.

"Quinn whatre you doing?" Rachel asked incredulously.

"Kissing you, what do you think?"

"Why?"

"Because I cant stand you!" Quinn said angrily. She didnt mean to say it in those terms.

"Whatre you saying? I have been so nice to you and you know if the roles were reversed you wouldnt be nice to me at all."

"Exactly! I cant stand you being so damn nice to me!" Quinn felt her heart pound inside of her chest.

"You are making no sense whatsoever, Quinn."

Quinn let out a loud groan of frustration. She didnt know Rachel could be so thick. Or maybe she wasnt being clear enough.

"Youre always doing things for me. Youre always so damn nice to me. But you never look at me the way you look at Finn. I mean whats it going to take for you to come up to me and kiss me? I dont want you to do anything for me. I want you to do anything to me! And it isnt hormones!"

Quinn stopped cold. The words flew out of her mouth in a string of incoherent thoughts all firing at once.

Rachel stood still to what Quinn had confessed. She was either too slow to get it or just flat out dumb.

Before she knew it the blonde furiously walked away.

Quinn wanted more from Rachel. No matter what but there was no chance of that ever happening.

Rachel took a moment to realize that Quinn was walking away. She rushed after Quinn's heels and whipped her around. It was crazy of her. Almost foolish. This was after all her tormentor for years.

She slipped her arms around the taller girl and pulled her in gently. Slightly, she tilted her head up to meet Quinn's lips. The sweeter taste of Quinn's truly soft lips finally revealed themselves to her. Not the rough demanding taste.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you."

Challenge Drabbles [Serena/Blair]
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
Drabble challenge:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

A/N So like 2 of them I totally cheated because in my opinion its really hard to write a fanfiction when you like listening to the lyrics as well. =D But here are my ten [they might suck so I apologize ahead of time]

Coldplay - Talk


Blair walked through the cold New York streets two weeks before Christmas. She looked up at the sky for a star to find out where she was going. But when she stared forward she didnt know where she was going.

For months she had been so lost. Not knowing where she was going but she knew what she wanted to do. At times she found herself walking around in a circle.

Tonight she knew nothing was going to stop her from doing what she wanted to. She wanted to sit down with her best friend and talk. She wanted to tell her the truth. She loved Serena.

She walked down the street further and realized she had been back to where she wanted to be. She stood in front of the Palace. Looking up she knew that someone was there for her. Someone that she wanted to be there for always. But she didnt know how to get what she wanted until now.

Knocking came from outside of the suite and Serena heard it loud and clear. She wondered who was there and answered it. She saw Blair standing there.

"Let's talk."

Coldplay - Yellow


Everything about Serena was amazing to Blair. The way her eyes stood out with its curious color. The way she towered up to the sky and stood before her like an angel. The way her golden blonde hair ignited a flame in her heart. The way her skin paled in the sunlight but was beautiful no matter what. The way her body moved as they walked close to each other.

The way she would walk down the street and bring everything to life. The way she would smile and Blair would do nothing but smile back. The way she held Blair's hand in hers only to bring comfort and love.

Everything that Blair did was for Serena. Everything that was Serena was something beautiful. Because she was all yellow.

Lily Allen - Fear

Blair and Serena had everything. They were rich and famous. No matter where they went, everyone knew who they were. To each other they were more than that.

One day Blair was scared. She didnt know if it was right or if it was wrong. She was a Waldorf her life was fucking fantastic but when she looked at Serena something made her confused. What they all had was great but she didnt know how she should feel anymore.

Everytime Blair stood in front of Serena she would only want to say three little words. But she was too scared to say them.

What am I to feel? Blair thought to herself and kept thinking.

Until it came to her.

"I love you Serena," she said and it was real.

Lady Gaga - Money Honey

It was time to come home. Blair worked to hard and gave everything Serena would ever want.

Serena enjoyed ever gift that she got. But there was something missing every minute Blair was gone on a business trip. She wanted something that only Blair could give to her. Because she was everything to Blair, her lover, her mistress.

So when Blair stepped through that door the blonde had expected another gift.

"Welcome home honey," Serena said happily.

Blair smiled and pulled Serena to her and kissed her. Serena felt her knees buckle. No matter how much money or gift, the kisses that Blair gave made her knees get weak.

Epik High - Love Love Love

When they were young Serena would stay up for Blair. She would wait for the brunette to raise her hand or say the word to do something for her. Everything that Serena ever did was for Blair.

She would sit near the phone just to wait for a phone call for Blair. She would cancel everything with Dan just to go to Blair. She would stand up Dan just to go to Blair.

But why? Why did she spend so much time just for that?

Blair never could appreciate it. Blair could never see the heart behind Serena's action.

No matter how many cancellations Serena had to make, she did them all for Blair. No one understood why. Blair had complete control over Serena and did nothing in return.

But Serena could stop all because of Love.

Benny Benassi - Satisfaction


It was never enough when it came to Serena. Blair needed her so much. She needed more from Serena.

So when Serena kissed her she wasnt satisfied. She pulled the blonde closer. The musky odor of the corner of the club didnt bother her. She wanted Serena now.

She kissed Serena against the wall hard. Slowly she ran her hand up and down Serena's back and Serena kissed back. Serena turned them around and gave Blair what she wanted. She pushed her against the wall, their lips never parting.

Serena moved down to Blair's neck, sucking ever inch of the blonde. Her hand running up and down Blair's body.

Blair felt her body convulse to the touch and yearned for more. So when Serena slipped her hand down Blair's jeans, Blair felt herself groaning in satisfaction.

Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams

Who was Serena to disagree? She had seen everything in the world. And understood every part of it. There was one person that she understood the most and it was Blair.

Why was she kissing Blair in her room? Why did Blair let her do it? Why didnt they stop? Why didnt they turn around and say it was wrong?

Because it was all just a dream.

So when Serena woke up in a sweat she wanted nothing more than to go back to it. This dream brought her fantasies to life. She wanted Blair more than anything. In this reality, she couldnt. She could only settle for the sweet dream.

Blink 182 - First Date

"What if I screw up?!" Serena yelled as she rifled through her closet.

"You arent going to screw up," Erik said calmly to her sister.

"What if I kiss her and then I bump her head on accident?!" Serena yelled again pulling on something random. She didnt know what to do on her first date with Blair. She was scared and worried something would go wrong.

"You arent going to do that."

"I am! And I am totally screwed! What possessed me to ask her out? Especially in a more than friends way?" Serena raked her hands through her hair and paced her room. "My first date with Blair is going to be messed up!"

Erik smiled calmly at her sister. "You arent going to screw up. Youre Serena."

"That means nothing!" She ran out of the suite. She was late and Blair hated when Serena was late.

When she threw open the door she saw Blair standing there. Her arms full of flowers.

Blair smiled at how flustered Serena looked and handed her the bouquet. "Tonight, youre not going to screw up."

Mandy Moore - Someday We'll Know

Blair slept in her dorm looking up at the ceiling. For her year at Yale she had been so far a part from Serena. But they had seem to have gotten closer. Yet she always found herself asking why they were still friends.

She had realized they were so different. So separate. But they were so close. Everything about their relationship it was a mystery.

She heard a knock at the door. And opened it to find Serena standing there with a smile on her face.

"Why are we friends?" Blair asked without a greeting.

Serena was taken aback for a moment but smiled. "Why is the sky blue?"

"Huh?"

"You are the only one for me," Serena answered clearly.

Black Kids - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You.

Everytime Blair saw Dan she scowled. Serena was obviously too good for him. But he didnt know how to do anything. He was an idiot. He didnt know how to make Serena as happy as she could.

"Blair could you help me with Serena?" Dan asked one day as she was sipping her coffee at the steps. He was desperate.

"I'm not going to teach you anything," Blair scowled. Everything that she was going to do would only be for Serena. She wasnt going to let Dan take her moves and use it on Serena. Serena was hers and only hers.





There Is a Point of Turning Back Part 4
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
There Is a Point of Turning Back
Original
Rating: PG-13/R? I forget because my character does swear
Warning: Death, Angst
Pairing: Alex Whitmore/ Darren Lively
Summary: I was ostracized by my family because I am gay. I joined the army to prove that I am still me. But why does it hurt to fall in love and lose it all?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

I woke up to the blinding white light above me with the smell of a sterilised room and dryness in my mouth. I looked around trying to adjust my eyes with a cacophony reverberating in my ears. Damn. I tried to move my legs they wouldnt move. I looked down and pulled the sheets off as best as I could.

All I could do was scream as I saw nothing there.

"Whoa! Hey, hey, calm down!" Alex ordered me to do as he grabbed my hand as I sat up on my bed. I lost all of my air yelling I suppose. I sat on my bed hunched over and breathing heavily.

"Where am I?" I asked frantically looking around.

"You are in the medical wing of our country's embassy. They called in reinforcements and brought us back here," Alex answer calmly. I tore the sheets off of my leg and found them there. I sighed in relief. But frowned when I saw that they were highly bandaged. "You were a tough one. I told you to stay awake but you didnt. But then you were able to live through it anyways. I told them that you would want to keep your legs, so I made sure of it."

"Thank you," I whispered. He remembered the time that I told him I would die if it were to be only in one piece. Even if I was in the war and I lost an arm, I would have wanted it sown back on and functioning as best as possible. He held my arm in his hand and caressed it gently. I relished the touch. He glanced around and pulled me in for a kiss. Like before his lips were rough but he moved gently against mine.

At that minute I coulnt imagine my life without him. When I held him I felt his heart beat against my chest. And like my heart knew, it beat at the same pace his had. Everything around him and I melted. There was nothing left but his heart and mine, beating together, just as the saying, as one. I wanted it to stay that way.

The way he felt holding me, I knew I didnt want anything else but him.

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We were able to be together. Even though it was only momentarily, we were able to steal time together for a simple kiss or grasp or just Hello. But I knew I was dying inside because I knew eventually we would have to part.

The day the doctors told me due to the burning and crushing of my legs, I would never regain use of them again, I felt my world begin to crumble. When they left they apologized to me. I didnt understand why they apologized. Maybe it was because they did nothing for me. Nothing at all. They couldnt save me or my future.

"Its okay," Alex whispered to me when they left. I felt the searing heat in my eyes as the tears began to fall. My body began to shake, I couldnt keep it in anymore.

I joined the army to save the world. I wanted to the right that my father found wrong in me. I wanted to prove to him, even if I was gay, I was still a man. I am a good damn man. I lived through my life hiding from him, acting as if nothing was wrong. All the pain he caused me for being who I am, I lived through that.

Now I am handicapped. Disabled. I am worthless. What could I do to satisfy my fucking father? What could he see in me when he cant look me in the eye? I wanted to give him my fucking title so he would leave me alone. I couldnt do that now.

I held in the screams I wanted to let out. I couldnt scream, there was no sense in doing so.

Alex pulled me into him again. His chest enveloping my face for warmth as my tears wet his dry shirt. I wanted to apologize to him. We had to part because of what had happened to me. I let all of my tears out, only for him.

"I know what you are thinking," he whispered to comfort me, "You are thinking its all your fault and now you wont be able to do anything. But its a lie. It is all a lie. You can still do anything you want. Dont let this impair you forever." He paused and took a breathe in. His chest moving back and forth, rocking my head. "And if you think for a second that we will part because of what happened to you, dont. Not even a chance. It isnt your fault at all. If you love me promise me that you will know that no matter what we will be together. Always. Whether in our minds or our hearts. Together. Promise me and tell me that you love me. Because if you dont then what will I be fighting for to come back to you?"

It was his ultimatim. It was simple. I loved him. More than anything in this world. But I was so afraid. Afraid to hold him back and tell him that I loved him too. I knew that when I would have, my heart would tear itself up. I knew that in that there was a lie. And thats what held me back.

So he said it once more, "I love you."

Those words held heart and soul. They sounded so true and real. They were genuine. And his ultimatim made me realize I needed and wanted him to come home to me. One day we would be together. And I wanted to be real.

So I said it to him, those three words that I knew would rip my heart, "I love you." Because I knew that with or without his presense that he would help me mend it.

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Six months, two weeks, and two days ago he said he loved me.

Six months, one week, and two days ago he had to leave me.

Three months, three weeks, and four days ago his last letter came to me.

I did as he had told me before he left. To keep going on. That I could do anything I want to still. And I tried my best, at times I would fall back.

It was until his letters stopped that certains days made me fall even harder. Then the crying started. Because of the crying. The sound of crying. The little kids that cried still ring. And it wasnt him that I heard crying as I thought. No matter how much I wanted it to be his cries that I heard in my mind.

I found that it was my own cries.

My cries drowning out everything else. Putting me in so much pain. Because I couldnt fully move on.

"Uncle Darrin," my niece's voice called out to me. I turned in my wheelchair and sawing her walking to me with a letter in her hand. And my mind yearned for it to be from him. As she handed it to me, I felt my hand shake on its own.

"Stay," I asked her. I dont know if I could have sat there without her nearby just to read that letter. It was in his handwriting without a postmark. I opened it.

My love Darrin,

I hope you are still doing fine. I dont know whats happened to me. But the days have seemed to grow longer and darker since I have last written. The mission they put us on, took us away for a long time. I am sorry. But rest assured, you were always on my mind. No matter how much crap I was dragged through. As long as you are reading this letter I would know.
 And I will have force myself to keep going until the end of this war. I swear to you.

Like I swore to you before. I love you and I want you to keep going. We are always together. I felt my lips against your temple like you had always let me do the other week. And the warmth of your hand in mine. I feel it and I hope you still do. I hope it makes you happy even if I am not there with you. If I can feel you with me, I hope its the same for you.

I am not going to lie to you. If you got this letter, in this last and final mission, I might not have made it. Ive been tattered and broken so much since I last wrote to you. This mission would have been just as dangerous as they told us. But I definitely fought until the very end. Just like I said I would. To come back to you. I swear above all and all I fought and kept fighting. And know that I still love you. And if I didnt make it, know that and that we are together just like I said, in our hearts and our minds.

In years from now I hope you will be happy. Maybe with someone new. Someone that will love you just as much as I did. If you wait, I know you wont be able to wait forever. I am not forcing you to wait forever. Because time keeps going on. And I want you to be happy no matter what. Fight until the end. I love you.

Always and forever,
Alexander Whitmore

I cried because that was his last letter. The last time that I would ever be able to know that Alex was real and alive. He was a presense that kept me going on. Now that he was gone I heard the cries more than ever.

All the pain I felt overtook me. And I wanted to die. I really did. Because the only man that loved me beyond distance and time, died. And with him dead I felt everything inside me whither away because he was my everything and everything of me was dead. 

Fin.

There Is a Point of Turning Back Part 3
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
There Is a Point of Turning Back
Original
Rating: PG-13/R? I forget because my character does swear
Warning: Death, Angst
Pairing: Alex Whitmore/ Darren Lively
Summary: I was ostracized by my family because I am gay. I joined the army to prove that I am still me. But why does it hurt to fall in love and lose it all?

Part 1 | Part 2

It was another mission in the forest. The dark danky leaf covered area was now a battleground for us all. We were in a frenzy there were surprise attacks and my whole brigade was freaking out. We took cover as best as we could, the enemy following in closely from behind. There were twenty of us out of fifty.

My legs were beginning to get weary and my arms tired from holding my rifle. I felt strong hands grab onto my arms and drive me forward. I looked back and saw Alex urging me to keep going. And I did.

"I promise you a dinner date when we get the hell out of this place," he said right before we were getting shot at. His face looked so carefree and it made me happy. I looked at him and smiled taking his offer. But now that face was filled with worry and uncertainty like mine was.

We slid into a trench to get cover from the flying bullets. The sound whistling nearby my head, freaking me out even more. The proximity placed my heart at an edge. We all took a breathe and stuck our head up to see where the enemies were. More bullets came flying, I couldnt see anything.

Alex's warm hand gripped on top of mine and I nodded. He let go to grab his rifle. Turning together we did as best as we could to hold them all back. Him fighting side by side with me brought comfort that I would make it out alive. I almost cried when I saw a man ten feet away from me fall to the ground. I found out he died later.

We kept on running after we did as much as we could. I didnt realize we were on a hill. I broke a branch and it slipped out from under my feet. Landing me on my back but then the inclined land brought me down with its strong gravity. I couldnt see where I was rolling. I couldnt hear anything else besides the breaking of the branches near my head.

"Darrin. Darrin." I heard a soft voice so angelic calling to me.

"God?" I hoped for. Maybe I did die and go to heaven already. That fall felt way too long for anyone to experience and live through.

A laugh came. It was mocking me. "Hey, Darrin, wake up," it said to me again this time. A push followed. Suddenly I felt my whole body begin to ache. Okay, so I didnt feel dead. I groaned as I was toughly pulled back to reality. My head began to hurt as I fully opened my eyes. The piercing darkness was enough to make me feel my pupils dilating.

A small light came from above me and following it was Alex's face. I was comforted by the pain paralyzed any movement I tried to make. I shut my eyes tightly and I felt his lips drop to my forehead.

"I thought you were going to be gone," Alex gratefully said to me without letting go. The crusted fatigues that he had worn were under my neck and his hard arm muscles were pressing against me.

"What happened?" was the simplest thing I could say. My mouth was too dry to say anything else. I didnt really care for what happened though. As long as Alex was near me, I was glad.

Alex looked around before answering me. I distinctly saw his shadow shrug. "I dont know," his words followed. "We fell deep down though. We wont know much until the morning though. I think its been awhile since we've fallen. Maybe an hour or two?" I forced myself up from him. The pain shooting throughout my body. I felt his arm wrap around my shoulder as I stood. Everything looked like it was spinning. I felt the blood rush from my feet up to my head. "Take an easy." He guided me.

"We have to find some shelter," I said my voice dropping down to a whisper. There was only so much my head could process but I knew there was a distinct smell in the air. The low pressure and misty air was coming about. "It is going to rain soon." The air tasted metallic and like fresh grass.

"How do you know?" Alex asked. I swung my finger around indicating the conditions. He understood and shrugged. He didnt understand how I knew but knew to go with it anyways. I felt a pain in my leg as I tried to walk. Alex quickly grabbed me and leaned me against him for a stronger support.

"Either way, it seems like we have to find a cave or something, maybe at least get to some groves that are safe enough from enemy lines," I added on as we walked.

"We dont know where we are even going though."

"We are bound to find something though," I added.

"We cant see where we are going."

"We can, you have your flashlight right?" I asked. The only reason being was that my pack felt lighter. I must have lost some things as I was falling down. We should stay where we were before, but we couldnt take any chances. I took his flashlight as he handed it to me and carefully lit it at the ground. I saw in my sight a small grove. "There." I pointed and smiled at Alex, who was glad I spotted it.

He placed me down carefully on the ground as I looked around when he lit up the place. It was less like a grove now after I saw that beyond the overhanging vines it was more like a small cave. Luckily it didnt go on to far and it wasnt too cramped. I took off my load and leaned against it.

Alex suddenly came up to me and took off my boots for me. I cringed at the feeling but he massaged my leg to ease me. His hands were therapeutic working over my leg and I thought about what else it could do. I shook my head. No.

"You know you never told me about your family," he said to me. I must have looked stunned because when his eyes met mine he had seemed to retreated them back to my leg again.

I tried to laugh it off. "So now you are going to bring this up?" I have to admit it was random that he brought it up now.

He shrugged taking my joke. He put it on pause as he grabbed the gauze and some bengay and did his work. "Well considering we are going to be here for awhile I thought we could talk more. I take an opportunity to stray from my job on occasion." He looked at me again. "If you dont want to talk about it its whatever. I am just a little curious about you."

"Curious?" I raise an eye brow. "About me of all people?" He shrugged as if he didnt know. "I would think you had a man-crush  on me." I could only hope. He looked at me coyly and finished bandaging my ankle. I didnt expect him to do anything more so. But then he did. He placed down my leg with great care, trying not to hurt me. He was on his hands and knees edging towards me. I wanted him to do something but I couldnt find the courage to want it. He smiled at me as he moved closer. His leg was in between mine as he placed his hands on the ground near my torso.

My heart beat faster. "Do you want me to be interested in you?" he whispered into my ear. I bit down my lip to the sultry voice he had held. "See if you were trying to hide the fact that you were gay, not pushing me away, doesnt work." I bit down on my lip hard surely enough it would have bled. I couldnt hide anything, not with him. I wanted him was the truth. Despite the fact that he was insufferable at times when he made it always seem like itd be fine when it was the worst. I wanted him to feel me. The way he would kiss me. I shouldnt have ever fantasized about him but I did. "Cat got your tongue?" he taunted. I couldnt answer, his proximity was too much for me. It was like he was taking all of my air away from me. He breathed against me and his warm breath fueled my mind to keep staying awake.

My courage was served to me as he moved closer. No more regrets I suppose. I closed the distance between us. My lips against his. He seemed stunned and unmoving but I kept going. My lips moving over his hard rough lips. My heart beat fast with the passion that I held for him in a long time. Then to my surprise, he parted his lips and his tongue came into my mouth. The taste of him in my mouth surprised me and I wanted it so much more. He tasted so good. He moved up and over me carefully guiding me as if he had done it before. I loved it.

It was like I could feel him moving inside of me. Like it was perfect. His hand moved up to my face and held it steady. His warm hands werent a match for the heat that was coming from my burning face. I was so suprised. My heart continued racing as I continued to kiss him. And he continued to kiss me. But after some time past that felt like an eternity our lips parted from one another and we breathed heavily.

"Was that just to get me to tell you about my life?" I asked with a lopsided smile.

He looked at me and laugh. Then he shook his head. "Its okay if you dont want to tell me. I just wanted to do that so you finally know not be so scared of thinking of me," he said running his hand through his hair.

"Dont be so full of yourself."

"I try not to be but then you do fuel me to do so," he smiled at me. His hand brushed against my cheek. "You have a weak gaydar if you cant tell that I am gay."

I stammered an answer. "I-I-I never bothered to think about that," I managed. "I didnt joined the army for some kind of love."

"Then tell me, why?"

I laughed. "This is a very strange form of manipulation to get an answer Alex," I noted. He shrugged it off with a "I do my best" look. "You dont need to know about me. Compared to you, I am like on a pillar of the best life."

"So what? I want to know," he said back to me.

"Why?"

"Because I love you," he said to me. I was taken aback. His confession was so easy for him. All he had to do was just say it and he made it so true with the firm look on his face. He held my hand. "I mean it. There was always something about you that captivated me. You drew me in. You act so dark and pessimistic but that is what makes it who you are and the best thing is that you dont seem to care. You talk to me so easily about anything and you can listen." He gripped it tighter.

"I never expected this." I admitted. He smiled even more. "But I dont talk about me a lot. I know you know that much. I feel like I can trust you but I dont want to burden you with this. It took me awhile to love find that love you but I didnt want to because I know the price of it."

"There is always a price," he told me. "You should just be willing to pay because I am worth it. I swear." Without my answer he kissed me again. This time more passionately than before. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. He pushed against me wanting me more. And I let him take me. His lips moving over mine and his tongue tracing my lips. The rest of the night we couldnt sleep. I told him everything. That was my price in wanting to let him in: to know all there is to know about me. From the beginning to where we were now.

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I rolled my wheelchair myself out to the backyard to get some fresh air. I saw Sarah and Paige standing a part from one another. Paige looked angry and I couldnt help but to remember like when the two girls were little. Sarah would now try to make her feel better by turning her around and assuring her of something. But now Sarah played with her fingers before moving close to the blonde. My niece placed her head on the other girl's shoulder and wrapped her arms around her waist. Paige seemed to be more relaxed after a moment.

I smiled to myself. They did seem perfect together. Still as always. I had to wonder what Alex and I would have looked like together if we had the opportunity like Paige and Sarah. Surely it would be a little different but then again, it would be okay. I could never have that though.

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I felt an arm around me as I woke up slowly because of the lines of light through the overhanging vines at the entrance. I looked around trying to remember what happened. Right, we must have just dozed off. He is still here I was glad. His calm resting face made me happy. But I got up escaping from his warmth to put on my boots again. My leg felt better. Mustve just been a little sprained.

He stirred and I turned to look at him. "I am awake," he declared. He sat up and went to look outside. "It looks a little early, looks like we can find our way back. And you were right it did rain." He looked back at me with a smile.

Together we walked as far as we could remember before falling down. But we looked up at the highly inclined hill. We had no choice but to go up. He held my hand as we walked up. We both knew that this was the only time we could savor our moment together. In his hands I felt secured and alive. He kept me alive as I came to realize. I was happy when he talked to me even though I acted like I wasnt. I was happy when he would look at me to keep going on even though I acted like I didnt need it. On some level he kept me going even though I kept pushing him away. Maybe his persistance was also something I fell for.

We made it back to a newly set up camp. We were practically jumping for joy as the other men saw us walking up to them. We had let our hands slip a part so no one could see us. We smiled at one another. It was a victory for us to make it through. But that wasnt the end.

Several hours later we were dispatched from the base again. We were to regroup back into the forest. It was obvious because in the distance I saw the trees begin to tremble and fall before the sounds of the explosions reached our ears. It was a mere distraction though. They were attacking us from behind. Our camp was being attacked already. We were barely ready. Luckily most of us got our gear on as we heard the bullets flying at us. I never took my gear off. I held my gun and began to look around frantically at where the bullets were coming from. Everywhere.

I began to run in a direction any. As long as it was near another comrade and I could see the enemy. I saw shots being fired from a nearby shadow of trees. I shot through them hoping to have hit something. An explosion came from the left and the trees shook. Another came from the right. I looked around in circles seeing all of my men run around trying to gain some cover as they shot everywhere. I looked for Alex I couldnt see him.

Then I heard another explosion as I shot at an enemy that appeared 100 ft away. There were no rules or orders to follow now. We had to shoot at what we were trained to know as the enemy. Another explosion came, shaking the ground beneath me. I looked up and saw the truck that we had from well far off, sail through the air in my direction. I watched as it got closer and I ran backwards as fast as I could but I couldnt. It hit the ground and rolled over. In one moment I was standing up but then I saw the ground rushing up to meet me. I felt a sharp pain on my legs for a moment and nothing but numbness. I looked behind me and half of the truck on my legs. I screamed out in pain as I felt its searing hot metal press down with all its weight onto my legs. I began to call for help but none of my men heard me. I kept yelling but no one came.

I pressed my head against the ground as I heard more whistles, bullets, and explosions spilt through the air. My head begun to spin. I couldnt see anything anymore. Everything was so light. I felt the blood being drawn out from me under the truck. I clenched onto the ground for my life. I yelled the last thing I could with all of my heart, "Alex!" I felt the cold dirt against my face.

"Hang in there!" I heard his voice for the first time as though it had been an eternity laying on the cold cold ground. I was ready to die. I was. I had lost all of my hope until I heard Alex' voice telling me to hold on. More bullets came and he went silent. In another second I heard him again. "You still owe me a dinner!" I wanted to laugh but the pain had come back and the numbness was gone. His face appeared next to mine. "Stay awake okay?" he encouraged. I nodded slowly but I knew I couldnt stay awake anymore. I was tired. His hands gripped my face and picked it up. "Stay awake, Darrin!" His voice was loud. "Stay awake!" But my mind was slipping away from his calls. I couldnt hear him anymore. He and I were too far a part.

Part 4

There Is a Point of Turning Back Part 2
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
There Is a Point of Turning Back
Original
Rating: PG-13/R? I forget because my character does swear
Warning: Death, Angst
Pairing: Alex Whitmore/ Darren Lively
Summary: I was ostracized by my family because I am gay. I joined the army to prove that I am still me. But why does it hurt to fall in love and lose it all?

Part 1

"Is Mr. Alex Whitmore important to you?" the psychiatrist prodded at me. I had just admitted to half of my life, it was obvious she wasnt thick but she was trying to help me move along I guess. I did however, gave her a look like she was a fool anyways. "I apologize."

I sighed, trying to lift the weight off of my heart. "He is the most important thing in my life," I answered. I looked at her. She looked on at me. She wanted me to elaborate. About what though? "Off the record?" She nodded to me. After all I wouldnt want this record of me falling in love to go into the wrong hands if it was ever reviewed again. Again I let out a long sigh before beginning.

Like I had said a minute ago, Alex is the most important thing in my life. Without him I would have never gotten through the war. Even though there were plenty of other guys out there in the army who had my back. Alex had it all the time and I knew. Whenever I would sneak out to relax or something he would cover for me. When we were out on the field he would stand right behind me and cover.

My life is going to sound like a cheesy romance novel but that what happened between Alex and I. Romance. To my surprise I didnt realize it would happen. I thought we were just friends. Who else besides me would be gay in the army? Well whatever, Alex was. It didnt take him long to know that I was either. We talked alot in the mess hall, training exercises, and most of the time at the base when we finished our work. His honest smile and calm exterior drew me in. I dont know.

"Earlier you said 'you hear cries' and 'you wanted to help him,'" I nodded at the psychiatrist. I hope she knew that I was glad she changed the subject. "Did you want to stop hearing cries from Alex?"

I shook my head. At first it was because of our first mission. The cries, they came from my first mission with Alex. We got out of the truck and pulled around the back of the warehouse we were meant to stop the terrorists at. It was Alex and I from the back and 3 other men in the front. We found the terrorists inside getting ready to make the exchange. We bursted in ready to stop them when they pulled a nasty card on us.

The first guy in a mask drop the case which I assumed held the weapons. I felt the adrenaline rush and held my finger ready to pull the trigger when he picked up someone from the ground. It was a kid. And among the other terrorists that were there, they had brought a child also. And those bastards held them as shields. They put their guns at the little ones' heads.

It was never a scene I could forget. I cant sleep sometimes without dreaming of that night over and over again ever since I was discharged. The little kids looking at me, frightened out of their mind. They cried in the arms of the terrorists wanting to go home. Their cries. Their fear. They didnt deserve to be taken from their home like that. Those men were heartless, they couldnt see that they were scaring the kids. They didnt care that they hurt the kids. Those kids like those bastards stared down the barrel of my gun, of our guns. Their eyes wide with uncertainty. Shoot. No. Dont shoot. I was torn. I thought I was a good shot then one of them did it. A child fell to the ground and every other one of them screamed and cried for help. Who was to help them? We reacted too slow, the man that shot the child ran out of the warehouse. All the other ones followed suit and drop the lifeless bodies onto the ground and ran out. My comrades ran out after them and they were neutralized.

My psychiatrist shifted in her seat. Unsure of what to say I can see. "I never really recovered from that mission I suppose. There were more to come after that thats why," I muttered to her. I heard the pen scratching as I looked out of the window. No one understands this until theyve seen in with their own two eyes.

There is a reason why I am back here. I was discharged early. I looked down at my legs. No good they can do me now. I am stuck in this wheelchair forever and I can never go back to the army on the field anymore because of them.

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The crickets were chirping more often than usual as I ate my canned food. It was still gross as I scarfed down as much as I could. I tossed my can in the nearest trash bag we had for the week. I stopped and looked around. Some of the guys were getting ready to get some shut eye, other were still chatting about back home. I move towards the dimly lit end of the trees hoping to get some silence, but not to far off from the camp we settled in for the time being.

I leaned against the tree, it wasnt like back at home. The overly fluxing temperature of the night and foreign soil set it a part from being at home. I stared off at the other men. They were all so similar to one another. Thats all I could see. They missed the same people, the same pets, the same bar. I didnt miss anything. I couldnt miss anything when there was nothing left for me back at home. What was I to do?

I pulled out the last hunting knife my father gave me. I missed his stories though. I havent heard his voice in so long telling me to get my ass off of the couch to take a nice girl out on a date. I took it out of its covering and felt my finger along the dull end of the blade. I thumbed the sharper end carefully not to cut myself.

"Penny for your thoughts?" a voice came from behind me. I almost cut myself as I turned my head to see Alex walking out of the woods zipping his pants. I rolled my eyes at him and said nothing as I quickly put the hunting knife away. I didnt want him to know about my story. He was persistant however. He sat down relatively comfortable next to me with a loud grunt like it took all of his energy to sit. "Not much of a talker are you?"

"I can see that you are a big talker," I returned. I thought to myself now, I held no animosity towards Alex everytime we encountered. I had no need to but I didnt want to connect with him. He was a comrade. And he was a man. I could not connect with him. If I did then it would hurt even more if I fell in love with him.

"Dont be so introverted," Alex joked as he looked at the campfire meters away. "We are in this together, so we might as well chat it up a little. We shouldnt be alone anymore than we already are." I stayed silent. What am I supposed to tell him? Everything? That would be too much. He turned to look at me and placed his hand on my knee. "If you wont talk then I will." He smiled as he took his hand back and leaned his back against my shoulder. I didnt feel the need to move, he seemed too much like that kind of relaxed character. I didnt feel uncomfortable and neither did he as I sensed.

"I was born in a big city back in the east. I grew up in a small apartment building filled with little kids and crooked cops." He continued on about his life. Going year by year of how it went. Some parts were sad. When he lost his grandmother to a cop trying to hide his misdeeds. When he was sent back to live with his alcoholic mother and abusive father. When he could barely go to school because he had to work so often to support himself. When he ran away to find his grandfather. Some parts were happy. When he made a friend in that small apartment building named Ned, who he continued to grow up with. When he found his grandfather. When he graduated high school and then college. When he bought his first car.

When he spoke it was as though there was no care in the world for him. I was so surprised. Through all the parts of his life that he recited to me, he seemed happy. His voice never wavered into an uncomfortable state. His voice never broke. He was glad on some level. He was indeed happy. And somehow it made me happy through all the happiness and sadness I went through. By the time he ended his story I didnt even realize it. He had told me so much about him. We had spoken only a few times but he opened up a world, his whole world, for me to hear. It made me happy and when he fell asleep on my shoulder, I just sat with him, not bothering to wake him up.

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"Uncle Darrin?" a calm voice called for me. I looked around and tried to look back at my neice who was pushing my wheelchair. She looked a little unfamiliar since I had came home. Her dark hair tied back made her look older than she was seven years ago, then again she was almost 18 now. She looked at me curiously. "You okay? You've been silent for awhile now."

I sat back in my seat as she pushed me towards the Lestrade Estate. "I have always been silent Sarah. Nothing too different now."

She smiled in attempt to get my joke. "Of course," she replied sarcastically to my surprise. "I remember times when you would come home and then tell me stories about college and how crappy school was. You would never stop while telling me about the guy that sat behind you in Physics and kept breathing really loud while you were half asleep. Or the time you were out with Dad shooting quails and he almost pulled a Cheney. Dad is getting old, now that I think of it." She let out a light laugh that made me smile. I do remember times that I would come home and tell her stupid stuff of my days. Before I came out to everyone. I let out a silent sigh, if only she knew why I just suddenly disappeared and joined the army.

"Hey, I know its been awhile since you left for the army Uncle Darrin, but I was wondering if it is okay that I invited Paige over for lunch here," Sarah told me quietly. I remember Paige, her carefree energetic character was something I could never forget. I was glad that Paige was around Sarah, either that it would be a little boring. "I know that you of all people in our family would definitely understand so I just wanted to tell you some things." I looked at her and nodded.

"It would be nice to see Paige again. It has been awhile, we should catch up," I finally said to her.

I was glad there had been rooms down at the bottom of the estate that I could stay in. Since I was discharged I have been living with my brother's family. It still made me laugh inside at how he legally changed his name to Lestrade so no one would know that he was related to our father. Like me, he was different, he held a character that wanted to do what he felt in his gut. He was well mature from me but even though he was bordering 40 and I was only shy under 30 by a couple of years, he still treated me the same. When he found out I was gay it was much later than everyone else but he was happy for me. I couldnt understand why.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Since I had left home I never got to truly see how I look to the world. But then again its only through different perspectives. I hadnt shaved in awhile, the stubble that was present when I left and on occasion shaved was almost a beard now. And the soft face I used to hold like my neice does now, holds a stern face. I was really beat up by the war. Even the hair on my head wouldnt grow back.

I held the razor blade against my cheek. It was soft. I didnt want to cut myself but I know that soft things did cut me. I remembered Alex's soft hands holding my face close to his for the first time. And my words that cut the both of us, when I told him it wouldnt be a good idea. I remember his soft lips against mine. But then I remember the cut of him leaving again.

"Uncle Darrin!" Paige greeted happily as she almost hopped over to see me. It was like she was that bubbly child still years ago. Yet, now however she was a grown woman.

"Still calling me uncle?" I asked as I let go of her. She shrugged as she walked behind me to push me into the kitchen.

"It would be weird calling you just Darrin," she replied finally. I saw Sarah placing sandwiches on to the table and sitting down. Paige pushed me into place and sat down next to Sarah. Like I had imagined whenever I would see her with Sarah, which was almost always, Paige had grown to be even more beautiful, with her blonde hair shimmering in the day and her eyes still soft and loving. Sarah had dark hair that shined to my surprise and her expression softened well from when she was younger. It was like night and day seeing two of them.

I bit into my sandwich and thinking back to Alex again. I sighed. He and I were like Paige and Sarah, polar opposites, yet we were able to stay together some how. Even though I rejected him the first time, he still stuck with me. I was a silent as he was outspoken. I looked between the two girls, both of them itching to tell me something but very uncomfortable. I took another bite into my sandwich before I stopped and placed it down.

"Something wrong?" I asked carefully. Paige looked a bit stunned and sat back. I looked at Sarah who still remained composed. I watched as after another long second passed by and Sarah reached and grabbed Paige's hand interlocking their fingers and placing their hands on the table. I held back a laugh as I covered my mouth with my hand. If they were telling me what I think they are telling me then maybe someone in this world would understand what I've gone through. I looked at Paige's face that was now darkened by complete fear, I guess in my reaction.

"Yeah," Sarah began slowly. A smiled couldnt escape her lips either as she glanced at Paige. "Paige and I are together now." I stared at them. "Uncle Darrin please dont look at us like that."

"Like what?"

"You have an eyebrow raised," Paige answered carefully. Her grip seemed to tighten on Sarah's hand. Before I could open my mouth the young blonde went on and I let her. "If anything you say, please dont disapprove of Sarah. She is still her except now, it is just we are in a relationship. With each other. We have gone through a lot together and we wanted to let you know because Sarah knew that you would understand on some level. And if anything you can just blame me. Because she wasnt always a lesbian or at least she isnt completely now. Well I am but I am only with her." Her voice seemed to get higher and the pace quickened at the very end. The long winded explanation made me crack. I broke out into a laughter.

"Hey, Uncle Darrin," Sarah added, "whatever she said." Paige dropped her head in the crook of Sarah's neck from what seemed to be embarassment and Sarah held her close for comfort. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

"Paige, kid," I called and watched her uncurl herself from Sarah's neck. "I am okay with it. I know how you guys would feel telling me. But I approve. I guess I cant say that I didnt at least see this coming. You two were together way too much." Paige turned red as she looked down at the table. I guess she was a little shier than I thought she was. Sarah still remained calm but the smile on her face surprised me, often times she wouldnt shed a single smile now she does it so often. Sarah placed a kiss on the blonde's temple.

A small wind touched my temple. I remember how his lips gently pressed against the side of my head. It gave me comfort more than anything. It was like he was with me now and it brought me comfort as I sat in the home I thought to be an unfitting place for me. I shut my eyes, some how it felt like it was going to be okay. Even though I still felt hurt in the depths of my heart, I was able to smile and two people be happy together and not face the persecution. I guess my brother did something perfectly right, which was to leave the family.

I never regretted doing that. Even now, ever since I have come home. My departure from home was the perfect thing for me. Besides its not like anyone ever wanted me to come back. If I did then I would have to come crawling on my hands and feet I would suppose. I guess there is irony in that right now. I was forced to stay at home when I was discharged. Never did a day go by when I wasnt stared at under scrutinizing eyes, wondering if I was a fag still. Rat bastards. I never spoke to them when I did, it was only with short sentences. My silence killed them and it made them afraid. Afraid of what though? That I am crazy? No, they just dont get what has happened to me. If they had a chance to walk in my shoes they would never. That is the saddest part of my life.

When I finally called my brother he was more than happy to take me in. It had been so long and I knew better to rely on him than anyone else. He didnt judge me with his looks or actions. He didnt care as long as I didnt do stupid things. I told him about Alex, he was happy for me, yet at the same time he was sad for me. It was as if he knew something was going to go wrong. I didnt want it to happen, but I guess he was right about it.

Part 3

There Is a Point of Turning Back [Part 1]
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
There Is a Point of Turning Back
Original
Rating: PG-13/R? I forget because my character does swear
Warning: Death, Angst
Pairing: Alex Whitmore/ Darren Lively
Summary: I was ostracized by my family because I am gay. I joined the army to prove that I am still me. But why does it hurt to fall in love and lose it all?

I cant sleep anymore. When I do all I can hear are cries. Just. Crying. I cant sleep when I keep hearing all of their cries. They sound so sad and it is like it can never end for them. Right. An everlasting sadness. I want to make them stop. No. I want to help them stop. I cant stand crying anymore. Their cries are like pleads asking me for help. But I cant. I cant help any of them. I feel helpless. Knowing that I hear these cries that are calling out for me to help but not being able to do anything. I want to help him.

"Can you tell me what makes you hear these cries now?" the psychiatrist asked me as she tapped her pen against the legal pad. Right, she was writing down everything I was talking about. I forgot. She looked at me still, her eyes that were hidden behind her glasses, tried to pry through mine. Yet, I couldnt answer right away. All I felt like doing was staring at her. I tried to shake my mind of the thoughts that made me end up here in the first place.

Personally, I have never had to use a psychiatrist before. The stuffy room thats been trying far too hard to create a calm ambience always failed. Even now, as the shades are opened letting the sunlight shine through and the windows face outward towards the sea, it doesnt help much. There is always someone near by that you absolutely know is going to keep asking you incessant questions. If you cant help yourself with your own head obviously something is wrong.

What am I doing here then? In this crappy ass place? Everyone thinks I have gone mad. What am I to do about it but do as I am ordered? Not like I am getting too many orders nowadays.

"Mr. Lively?" she called for me again.

The way she said my name make me think back to the last time it was called like that. I still remembered clearly but she had said it nothing like he had. I looked at her.

"Are you okay?" she asked now. She was scared or at least fearful of me. Apparently my countenance had changed ever since I have come home.

I saw myself in the mirror and all I could see was death written on my face. And that was how I felt. Dead.

"I am fine," I took a drink of my water that had now become warm. She wanted a story, to know what was wrong with me. I nodded before beginning.

On my eighteenth birthday I had come out to everyone. I had told my father, mother, brothers, sisters, cousins, friends, and so on that I was gay. It took them an initial moment of shock to get it into their system. My father was immediately outraged however, like I had always imagined. He wanted to believe that I was joking and I looked at him with truth in my mind.

My father, Commander James Shay Lively of the US Marine Corps, was an advocated against gays. He abhorred gays like every other one of his siblings. He raised all of us to follow the bible and gods word. Man and woman were meant to be with each other, not both of the same. He had that one problem only. He hated those who believed that they were following the Bible and were gay at the same time. And he hated me.

Yet I realized that I didnt care. My father was my father. I never enjoyed his presence as much as I should have. He was a fantastic man but he was staunch and judgmental that I couldnt handle it anymore. I hid myself from him and I didnt want to do it anymore. So I left after I told them all. I lived in a motel here and there moved from one place to another. Then I enlisted in the Armed Forces almost three year later.

There was another war out there to fight for us. Another stupid war created by the corruption of governments and assuming the most control over anything as possible. "Please if you may strike that out of the record." It was a right and just cause. But like the teachings of my father there was no clear place for me in the culture mores of man that held no gray coloring.

I hid from everyone. I was too scared to hear about what they thought of me. I couldnt look anyone in the eye completely and I believed that they knew. By the way they stared at me and walked around me at times, I believed that they knew what I was. What I still am. It was hard settling in until my first mission after I was deployed.

We had landed in the depths of a dark and underdeveloped city. Our mission was to subdue terrorists of a weapons exchange. On the way there I met one of my fellow comrades, Alex Whitmore.

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The trip down was brutal silence. Our captain couldnt give us the specifics. I had tackled many ways into dealing with these encounters but tonight I was scared. I just kept looking on, wondering how tonight was going to turn out. The last mission was a close call, one of my men had been shot and the Kevlar jacket wasnt enough. The bullet went through and killed him.

"You okay man?" I looked at the man near me. His face was obscured by the darkness and I could only see him when the few instances of moonlight allowed me to. "You are shaking," he continued.

I looked down at my hands. I didnt even realize that I was shaking. I forced myself to calm down by clenching my rifle even tighter. "I am good," I answered calmly.

"I dont think we have ever talked before," the man said. "My name is Alex Whitmore. Our bunks are next to each other." He reached over his hand to shake mine. I took it. He didnt let go and for a second I believed he was smiling. "You are the son of Commander James Lively right?"

I hadnt heard my fathers name from anyone in the longest time. I had almost forgotten it. "Yeah, I am," I answered carefully. "Whats it too you?"

"It is just weird how you joined the Armed Forces instead of the Navy," he stated to me with a clear shrug. I dont believe he meant to offend me. I found him peculiar. "The guys were all a little curious as to why you joined this branch instead. I guess they were a little scared to ask you themselves."

"Dont you mean 'we'?"

"What?"

"You said they and not we. You werent scared to ask me?"

He smiled at me. It didnt seem like a normal friendly smile but something more intriguing. He shook his head. His helmet hiding his eyes. "I was planning to ask you but I never got a chance to."

"We're here boys," our comrade said as he stopped driving. He looked at us and gave the orders. I nodded ready to go on even though I was scared shitless. I held back a laugh as I thought about how scared I was. But then I looked at Alex Whitmore one more time and felt like all was going to be alright. He smiled at me for reassurance.


Part 2

I guess I should
doctor who, jenny
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I have written another yaoi. But its alittle darker. I dont know if it will suit your taste. It is the first one that I have ever done in first person though. Constructive criticism helps out.

I am such a jerk
doctor who, jenny
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Oh wow, I havent touched my journal in almost 4 months now? God I am so terrible. I have so much catching up to do. Nanowrimo really got me caught up and then school. Being a junior is INTENSIVE never get too much time to write much of anything with teachers breathing down my neck.

Ive got school ruling me and it sucks really it does. Even if no one reads this its all good to get it out. I feel rejuvinated. Everything that happened during the summer has COMPLETELY passed. Thank goodness. I have come up with a new philosphy to life.

Dont screw yourself over for a girl/guy that MIGHT like you. Just take a chance ask him/her out for a date [be noncommittal] not a relationship. We are all young and we get a chance to date every once in awhile.

I feel like I am spilling my guts out. Hah, I guess this is what happens when I am sick. I am more responsive to myself and what I think. Oh well. At least I feel up to writing again. Time slows down now that spring is almost here. WHOOP WHOOP SPRING TIME I LOVE YOU.

Not to mention i am going back to playing tennis now ^_^  My body needs to get used to intensive stuff. I hope I make Varsity

Writer's Block: Novel Ideas
doctor who, jenny
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NaNoWriMo starts today. Give us a one-sentence description of the novel you plan to write.


View 502 Answers

Several romantic stories compiled as a novel with a base of the main character wanting to be in love but keep his/her perfect world that already exists

Hate Me Love Me Completed
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
Title: Hate Me Love Me [5/5]
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Blair/Serena
Rating: T [just because of some swears]
Disclaimer: I own nothing! -_-
Summary: Blair and Chuck are going out and Serena doesnt like it and blurts out some of the wrong words. Now in a mess of confusion and screw ups, both of them keep trying to fix it even though it may not seem to work out that way. Comments are good to tell me how my writing is going! ^_^

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Thats all 5 chapters of Hate Me Love Me, comments of feedback would be nice ^_^ I hope you enjoy it. It took me forever to get around to posting it all XD

Hate Me Love Me [5/5]
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
Title: Hate Me Love Me [5/5]
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Blair/Serena
Rating: T [just because of some swears]
Disclaimer: I own nothing! -_-
Summary: Blair and Chuck are going out and Serena doesnt like it and blurts out some of the wrong words. Now in a mess of confusion and screw ups, both of them keep trying to fix it even though it may not seem to work out that way. Comments are good to tell me how my writing is going! ^_^

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Good morning Upper Eastsiders. Could it be? Blair Waldorf has taken an interest....in women? Watch out boys and girls, you're queen isnt looking for a king anymore. She is looking for another queen. XOXO Gossip Girl.


"What did you hear this?" "Is it true?" "I knew there was a reason why she broke up with Nate." "I thought she was with Chuck." "Is that why she always looks at us funny?" "She has always been touchy feely."

Everyone whispered as she walked through the school. She felt dazed and unsure of what to do. This was one thing she hadnt anticipated to happen. But she knew it was her fault. This was Chuck's way of lashing out. She wished she hadnt told him all those things but it needed to be done. He knew that if any of that had gotten out her relationship would go down the drain.

"Katy, Iz, dont even think about believing this," Blair ordered seeing them look at their phones.

"Wouldnt dream of it," the two girls said in chorus. But then Katy pushed Iz a little. "But, this weekend...studying at your place, I dont think we can make it."

"Why not?" The two girls paused. Blair glared at both of them and in the corner of her eyes saw Chuck smiling confidently. She scoffed at them, she didnt care anymore and pushed her way over to him.

"Everyone make way for Queen of Dykes!" The guys hooted again all bowed down to her and moved away. Blair rolled her eyes as she moved forward until a jock stopped her.

The boy looked down at her threateningly. "Hey Blair. I hope you didnt go 'queer eye' on my girlfriend." Blair had enough, she saw Chuck laughing harder than ever. She kicked the jock in the nuts as hard as she could and watched him keel over.

"Fuck. Off." she ordered as she pushed through the crowd again. She grabbed Chuck by his jacket and pulled him to a silent corner.

"You rat bastard," she cursed as she threw him against the wall.

Chuck pulled himself together quickly. "You shouldnt be saying that if you dont want anymore to get out."

"You know what this would do to me. You only did this to get back at what happened last night."

"You dont get it. You ruined everything for me. I really liked to you Blair. You held this fascination before I found out that you were just using me as some kind of place holder to get over some girl," Chuck hissed. "Let me tell you something Blair: payback is always a bitch."

"Go to hell," Blair said with finality as she turned her heels and walked off.

"I've already gone through it Blair! Now its your turn," Chuck yelled back to her.

"Blair are you okay?" Serena asked as Blair was trying to leave. Ever since she got that message from Gossip Girl, Serena had been worried about her best friend.

"I'll be fine." She simply said to Serena.

"I'm sure this will blow over," Serena carefully added trying to bring comfort. "Gossip girl has definitely been hearing the wrong things. I mean seriously. That cant be true. Its you Blair." After how you reacted with me is an example.

"What do you mean its me?" Blair asked sternly.

"Your reaction with me?" Serena tried carefully.

The brunette finally had enough. She grabbed Serena and led her all the way up to the top of the staircase. After all this time she had to make things clear. Serena had mistook everything that she had done.

"You have been mistaking everything thats gone on in the last week," Blair said. "You didnt let me explain. You didnt know why I was avoiding you. You didnt say anything right. So I am going to fix this."

Serena could only ask, "What?!" to Blair's quickly said sentences. She finally stopped walking when they reached the top.

"Everyone!" Blair called their attention to. They turned their heads in confusion. "I dont care about what you say anymore. Or what you do. The truth is what Gossip Girl said is true." Her voice still made her Blair Waldorf, strong, confident, and straightforward with the world. "Except she was left without one piece of information. The only girl I could ever want--need, is Serena van der Woodsen." She turned to Serena.

Serena stared at the shorter girl and took her hands. "You dont have to do this," she said. She knew Blair, this would either ruin her or make the rest of her life miserable. "You can turn this around."

The brunette shook her head. "I dont care anymore. I want to do this Serena. Its the truth, so just let me talk. When you left me to go to boarding school I was a wreck, I could barely get up and do anything. I hated you so much for leaving me alone. When you came back I was so afraid that you would leave me all over again. I was scared. I was always going to tell you one day, there was just never a right time. Then the thing with Nate happened, and then Chuck.

"But that night you told me, I wanted to say it so badly but you left before I could think straight. And I was avoiding you for so long just so I can perfect this moment. To tell you the only thing thats been on my mind all the time. Serena, from as far back as I can remember I have always loved you and I always will."

She finished with a smile and held Serena's cheek. Serena had only wanted to hear those words. That night that was what she wanted to hear. Her eyes began to well up in tears and she held them back. She choked out a laugh. Blair smiled at her, knowing why she laughed. Both of them knowing that everything had been simply misinterpreted by their minds.

Serena held Blair's hand against her own face. The warmth was filled with comfort telling them both that everything was going to be okay. "I love you too Blair," Serena said softly back to her. "More than anything in this world."

Blair paused and turned back to their audience. "You can say whatever you want about me, you know I will ruin you. If you add Serena to it, I will make your life a living hell," she warned causing Serena to laugh. She laughed with the blonde and wiped away a tear that came out of her eye.

Oh, Chuck Bass, too bad for you. Who else wouldve sent me this juicy tip besides you? Let me tell you, it backfired. And that is just too damn bad.

No one expects Queen B to admit anything was true when it was said by me, but she knew enough was enough. As the rest of the school cheered and looked confused, B knew that this was right. It was good and it was true. So what if this possibly ruined her. She didnt have to lie or fight anyone alone anymore, she had what her heart always wanted: S. And like a fairy tale, S would be her knight in shining armor ready to protect her from anything.

You know you love me, Gossip Girl.

PS, I cant say I wouldnt want Blair Waldorf either.


Fin


Hate Me Love Me [4/5]
doctor who, jenny
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Title: Hate Me Love Me [4/5]
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Blair/Serena
Rating: T [just because of some swears]
Disclaimer: I own nothing! -_-
Summary: Blair and Chuck are going out and Serena doesnt like it and blurts out some of the wrong words. Now in a mess of confusion and screw ups, both of them keep trying to fix it even though it may not seem to work out that way. Comments are good to tell me how my writing is going! ^_^

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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That night Blair wanted to ease her pain and unwind. She knew that the only person who could help her besides Serena was Chuck.

Chuck was actually surprised when Blair stood outside of his apartment. Nonetheless, he took her in as she began kissing him passionately. He knew something was wrong and Blair was in need of an outlet. He didnt care, after all now that Blair was with him, she had finished dealing with her problems.

Blair moaned as she was about to climax. Her breathing was uneasy and her mind was everywhere as Chuck moved rhythmically with her. "Fuck...yes!" She finished and collapsed on top of Chuck. She kissed him again and said, "I love you, Serena."

Chuck scrunched his face and pushed her to look at her. "Did you just say Serena?" he asked. He felt anger boil up in him as he quickly sat up.

Blair paused for a moment and lied, "No. You are hearing things. I said I love you Chuck."

He looked at her quizzically. He thought to himself. I love you Serena. He let those words play in his mind as Blair had begun trying to explain. "What the fuck Blair?" he yelled. "We were having fantastic sex. And all you could think of was Serena?!" The truth was Chuck really did like Blair, much more than she could even imagine. Never had he found himself so in need of another woman besides Blair. But she threw it in his face.

"Chuck.." Blair tried again. She didnt know why she said Serena. "It just came out. I didnt mean it."

He stood up and put on a robe. "That is total bullshit Blair. You know it. I mean, what the fuck?! Seriously? Serena?!" He ran his hand through his hair frustratedly as Blair stood up on the other side of the bed and pulled on a robe. "I thought the whole time, you would just be in a fight with Serena just because you wanted to go out with me. But now I really see it. My poking and prodding about her confessing her love for you was true?!"

"Chuck, look.."

"No! Blair, you lied to me! What could that blonde bitch have that I dont?!"

Blair wanted to remain calm but calling Serena a bitch was something else. "Chuck take that back right now."

"I wont. Serena van der Woodsen is nothing special, look what she did to you when you had Nate. She takes everything away from you! So what could you ever want from her that I cant give you?!"

"Fine!" she had enough of Chuck. "I love Serena! Not you Chuck. I thought I could one day, but I know that can never happen! You dont love me like she does. She doesnt sleep around or drink anymore. She cares about me and comes running when I ask for her help. She has nothing I want because shes all I need. She makes me happy even when she doesnt try to. She is twice the man that you can NEVER BE! I LOVE HER AND ONLY HER."  Without saying another word she grabbed her stuff and walked out of Chucks apartment.

Chuck had been beyond pissed. If Blair Waldorf didnt love him back, he was determined to make her life a hell. He grabbed his cellphone, this was going to be one scandal that she couldnt escape for sure.

Hate Me Love Me [3/5]
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
Title: Hate Me Love Me [3/5]
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Blair/Serena
Rating: T [just because of some swears]
Disclaimer: I own nothing! -_-
Summary: Blair and Chuck are going out and Serena doesnt like it and blurts out some of the wrong words. Now in a mess of confusion and screw ups, both of them keep trying to fix it even though it may not seem to work out that way. Comments are good to tell me how my writing is going! ^_^

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

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Serena saw Blair in the corner of her eyes leaving off with Chuck. She felt contempt when she thought, said, or heard his name. He was nothing great. For all she knew he was the king of all asses as a result of being a spawn of satan. She wanted to gag at the thought of him and her. However she ignored them and walked off with Dan.

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Blair remained as calm as possible when she glared at Chuck. "What are you talking about?" she acted like she didnt know what he was talking about. He walked up to her with a smirk.

"Everytime you have a problem and you have to drop everything around you is because of one person: Serena. Remember when she left? You werent yourself for nearly a month. Poor little Blair lost without her girlfriend," his voiced taunted her because it was the truth. Blair had spent so much time alone, wallowing over Serena's disappearance.
 
Blair rolled her eyes. Trying to contain herself from being known. "Shutup Chuck, shes not my girlfriend," she pushed him away. He grabbed her hands.

"You cant lie to me. I know, last night, her running out of your penthouse crying? What else could it possibly be?" He tried his hardest to get what he could out of Blair. After all, it would be great ammunition. He continued to pry. "What? She finally confessed her love for you?" Blair stopped moving. Her breathing stopped as she stared in shock. But then she broke out into a laugh moments after.

"Chuck you are getting to be ridiculous," Blair said with finality. She pulled herself out of his grasped and walked away. "Dont think too hard now." She let out a sigh as she turned around. Did he know? Was he just testing me? Did I pass? Does he think anything now? The questions swirled in her head as she felt another thing fall on her plate: trying to keep it all a secret.

Chuck stared on, intrigued, as Blair walked away confidently. Even when Blair could have been convincing, Chuck Bass had not been convinced. He knew something was up and he was determined to find out what was going on.

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The next couple days had been like the first. Blair was in and out of classes before she was caught by Serena. It was like they were playing phone tag as well. Blair would be determined to call and by the second ring, she would drop the phone on Serena. Serena would return her call but Blair wouldnt pick up.

The brunette had not figured out her words yet. Everytime she was set on saying something, she'd turn around and change her mind. She cursed at herself for being like that. A Waldorf never goes back on her word. A Waldorf never loses her girl. A Waldorf can go on and on, but Blair Waldorf herself knew she had to make everything clear.

She sat on the steps. She sent her entourage away to get her books and breakfast she already had. Being in her own head unconsciously had never been like Blair. Serena had once said that Blair lived her life like it was some kind of movie that no one else was watching except for herself. That was the truth, once. But now Blair had been acting different, she had been her true self. Only because of Serena was she able to let go of any self conscious that she held.

So the brunette sat, her eyes fixated on the hot dog stand in her line of vision. Focusing as much as she could. Then a pair of dark boots steps in her way. She looked up, ready to yell at the person who disturbed her peace.

"What the hell?" she said looking up to Serena, who was uneasily smiling down at her. "Serena!" She was surprised. Blair felt a flutter in her stomach as the blonde stared at her. The warmth that Serena held in her eyes for the girl was still there.

"Blair, is everything okay?" Serena asked as Blair stood up quickly. Blair mumbled her answer, "Mmmf, okay..." She was trying her best to leave and Serena knew the shorter girl was trying to avoid her still. She grabbed Blair's arms. Both of them felt the static shock through their body as they made contact. "Could you stop avoiding me? For one minute?" She couldnt take it anymore. She wanted her best friend back. The last couple days had been extremely excruciating for the blonde, knowing that she caused Blair to hate her and avoid her because she said three words.

"Serena what do you want me to say?" Blair said coldly. She kicked herself mentally, unable to take back the tone she had said it in. She didnt mean it, it had just come out.

Serena forced herself to take the tone as best as she could. But she was hurt. "Look Blair I know that for the last couple of days you have been trying to avoid me," she began. "But can you just stop? I wish you were back to normal. You can forget everything I ever said. About Chuck." A beat. "About how I feel.I didnt mean any of it. I really need us to be okay again. I dont want you to hate me because you are my best friend."

You are my best friend. "Fine," Blair simply said. She wanted to be out of sight at this point. Serena stared at her, knowing that she had something wrong. The brunette faked a smile and pulled herself away from the blonde. "See you later I guess." With that Blair disappeared as fast as she could so that Serena wouldnt be able to catch up.

Back to normal.

Forget what I said.

How I feel.

I didnt mean any of it.

You are my best friend.


Those words etched themselves into Blair's mind. So that was it. Serena had meant nothing when she said, I love you. It was just because they were friends. Blair held back the pain she felt. Serena loved her just as a friend. The three little words held such a weight that was so much more in Blair's mind. All she could do now was pity herself for being stupid. Stupid for believing that Serena would ever love her for anything more than just friends. Stupid for allowing herself to need Serena to tell her that. Stupid for the last couple of wasted days.

Serena stood at the steps still. She knew she had said something wrong. But what it was, she didnt know. She thought Blair wanted to hear those words, to ease her fear. She thought that Blair would never be able to accept her if she loved her more than a friend. She thought it was best to take everything back, like it never happened. If she did that then everything would go back to just like before Blair was with Chuck. But she was wrong, she knew it in the back of her mind. She regretted saying 'I love you,' but if she knew Blair would still hate her after she took it back, she regretted taking back those words.



Awhile
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
okay so its been a while since ive been writing, ANYTHING, i can post stuff up but ive been drowned out in school stuff and trying to figure out how im going to balance everything: school, clubs, homework, tennis. man tennis i havent played at all in a week thats such a long time, its going to drive me insane but the homework i can work around  I THINK not too sure but as for the WRITING fanfictions, ill do my best to keep posting ^_^

6:02am D-Day
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
Alright so its about time that its school gotdamnit i didnt get much sleep but i am fully awake!!! whoot whoot i wonder how this day is going to go hopefully nothing gets fucked up or ill come back pissed but eehhhh FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL yay! seeing my friends, taking gay ID pictures, meeting new people, not to mention it is my Junior Year!! finally two more years and then boom off to college anyways i dont know what the crap im doing on so early

ALL DONE
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
SO I was thinking to myself as i finished my english essay "wait wtf this is the last thing! oh man im done! whooot whooot" and kudos to me i get tomorrow off i believe because im totally bombass but if people come bother me they are going DOWNN because IM ALL DONE WHOOT WHOOT

2 more days left of summer vacation and onward to JUNIOR YEAR

Two Down
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
yess two down one to go oh god im so tired.....yeahh!! school starting soon lovelies!

Hate Me Love Me [2/??]
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
Title: Hate Me Love Me [2/?]
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Blair/Serena
Rating: T [just because of some swears]
Disclaimer: I own nothing! -_-
Summary: After Serena leaves Blair's both of them react in their own ways to deal with what happen the next day.

Chapter 1

Serena fell into her bed. Her eyes burning from the tears streaming down her face. She couldnt remember the last time she was this angry with herself. All she wanted to do was bury herself under a rock somewhere now. She knew that if this got out it would be a scandal not just for her, she could take it but she didnt know how Blair would take it. Right now she really wanted a drink.

She stopped herself from thinking that. She had stopped drinking. She knew she didnt need alcohol in her system than she used to have. The only feeling she had was to fix what she had done tonight. Tonight she told Blair the truth. For more than a year she wanted to tell her best friend how she felt but she could never get it right. Now was not an appropriate time but it had come out. She couldnt take it back just like she couldnt take back sleeping with Nate or running away. She had finally told Blair Waldorf that she loved her. And she felt, Blair would never love her back.

The blonde woke up late, groggy, and puffy eyed from having been crying all night. Lily had woken her up and tried to get her out of bed as quickly as possible. Serena refused to get up and claimed she wasnt feeling too well at all. Convincing her mother to let her stay home was hard and it couldnt be done. She knew she had to face her demons somehow.

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Blair hadnt slept a wink. She replayed what happened with Serena like a broken record. She couldnt even fathom an idea of what to say to Serena now. She wanted to tell her it was alright and that she loved her too but it was just too much and all too sudden. She never pictured it this way, and she wanted it to be just right.

The only thing Blair felt that would be best is if she could have some time away from Serena to find her own words. She wanted to find the perfection in her words to express how she felt for Serena. Until she could find her lost words it meant avoiding Serena at all costs.

Classes had begun to start and Blair knew that Serena would have several of them with her. In all the classes Blair forced herself to be the last one in and the first one out. Serena stared at her in confusion as she saw her best friend jet in and out of classes. Not even glancing at her before after or during class. Everytime she'd try to stop Blair but the brunette would slip right through her fingers and disappear into the crowd.

She wasnt taking it well, Serena thought to herself. She felt her heart break a little when she saw the other girl go off. This went on for the whole day. Luckily for both of them no one really noticed how they were acting.

"Hey," Dan greeted her with a kiss on her cheek when he caught up with her as they left.

"Hey," Serena responded weakly.

"Something wrong?" he inquired.

"Nothing, at all," she gave him a half hearted smile. "I'm alright."

Dan raised an eye brow. "Come on I know something is up." His girlfriend didnt say anything to him. "Does it have to do with Blair?" As much as he didnt like the shorter woman he knew how close Serena and her were. Serena went silent. "It does. Wanna talk about it?"

Serena couldnt tell him anything. He would just ask her more and more questions. The truth was, she liked Dan, honestly. But if she told him everything, how would he react? Just like Blair, she thought he wouldnt take it too well at all. "Its okay. I'll be fine," she finally answered.

He took in a deep breath, knowing that she wasnt going to say anymore. He had respected her and knew that whatever Blair had done she could fix it, or vice versa. "Okay, then. If it has anything to do with you and Blair avoiding each other all day. If you need some help or something you know you can tell me," he promised. Serena nodded and kissed him.

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Blair sighed. Just as she was walking out she had seen Serena and Dan kissing. She told me she loved me, but how can she mean it when she is with him? She wanted to know. As far as she knew, Serena was stupidly in love with Dan. Blair held her head up high, she allowed Serena to be with Dan even though she disapproved, so what was so wrong about going out with Chuck?

The brunette pondered in her own dilemma as she found another exit out. Crossing paths with Serena was one thing but Serena and Dan that was an issue neither one of them would be prepared to take on. 

"Hey Blair," Chuck appeared as she turned away. She gasped.

"Whatre you doing here Chuck?" Blair asked harshly trying to keep her voice down. Chuck feigned being hurt and smirked.

"If it werent for these people, I'd be doing you," he whispered. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck jump up to his implication before slapping him away to shut up. "Oh come on. Im kidding." Blair didnt say anything to him and walked off. "Blair, where are you going?"

I can't deal with Chuck right now, she kicked herself mentally. She couldnt, Serena was already a plateful, adding Chuck just made it even more sloppy. She didnt like it. One thing at a time, she told herself. She stopped walking and turned to Chuck, who was following her impatiently.

"Chuck, you and I have to take a break," she quickly said. "Theres been alot going on in my head and I cant do anything if youre in it too."

Chuck looked stunned. "What the hell are you talking about? Just last night we were fine. What could have possibly changed in the last 24 hours?!"

Serena. "It's complicated."

The boy crossed his arms and glared at her, "And what may be included in this 'complication?'"

Dick! Blair sighed annoyedly. "You! If you keep pressing me about it!" She turned around and walked off.

"It would not happened to include Serena now would it?" Chuck smugly asked. He loved to admit it, he knew things. Even when people didnt think so. People's kept secrets, inner thoughts, Chuck Bass knew it all.

The brunette stopped in her tracks and turned to the haughty boy. Realizing what she had done by turning around one thought occupied her mind as she stared at Chuck's gleaming face: Oh. Fuck.

Wash Away the Pain
doctor who, jenny
[info]zta_atsin
Title: Wash Away The Pain
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I wonder how many times I will have to repeat that?
Summary: Set after Thirteen finds out that she Huntingtons and what she decides to do.

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Three little letters decided her fate. Tiny letters she waited with apprehension. P-O-S and everything came crashing down. She sat there in shock. Only incoherent sentences ran through her mind.

Who do I call?

What do I do now?

How can I live?


Then she decided that this was it. She typed out her final words and handed it in a letter to House. She was going to resign from her postion as a doctor. He tried to make her stay with his harsh words but it didnt work. This wasnt going to be her, wanting someone to coddle her and act like everything was going to be okay. Because she knew it wasnt going to be okay. She was dying, slowly dying.

She walked onto the roof of the PPTH. Her heart pounded harder and harder as she took each step. The thunder over her head grumbling for her to stop. Yet, she couldnt stop, she didnt want to. The ledge became apparent to her as she walked closer. Each step counting down.

5.

4..

3...

2....

1.....


She stood looking down. All the people in the world, this was it. People rushing through the city, in and out of the hospital. That was life, everyone moving to get to somewhere else. But what do you do when you know your life is going to stop sooner than later?

Everyone looked so small. She realized as she stood up there. With that she took another step. Then the rain fell.

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Thirteen looked up from where she was moments ago. She thought about it hard. Walking off that ledge wasnt hard. It was easy in fact.

Ending her life on her terms. But she knew that wasnt like her. She didnt resign so she could just die. There was so much out there she wanted a taste of, to experience, to enjoy, to numb death.

There wasnt much time.
She kept thinking. I'm going to die and what am I supposed to do about it?

She kept staring at the ledge she stood on. The rain falling on her face and running down her neck. This was her pain, knowing what her fate was like. But she wanted it to disappear. The pain, all she wanted now was for it to wash away.

"Remy." Allison.

She looked down and saw the blonde doctor standing there without an umbrella. "Dr. Cameron," she greeted without a smile. She couldnt bear to see Allison come and pity her because know House he wouldve told her.   

Dr. Cameron sat down next to the younger doctor. "What were you staring off at earlier?" she asked as she peered up to where Thirteen had been moments ago.

Thirteen solemnly shook her head. She looked down at the ground and clenched her fists on her knees. She wasnt too much in the mood to talk. Anything she said wouldve made people pity her. Feel bad and throw themselves at her. She didnt hear Allison say anything to her but her presense was still there.

The older doctor sat there, comfortable in the silence they held. "I saw you earlier today. Amber must have meant a bit to you, seeing her die like that," she tried comforting. "But people die and we that live, we go about living our lives as best as we can." The way Dr. Cameron had said it made it sound fine, not harsh like House wouldve made it. "It'll be okay Remy." Her slender fingers taking a grasp over Thirteen's clenched fist. "House told me you resigned." She felt Thirteen's hand stiffen. "Why did you do it?"

He didnt tell her.

With no response, Allison went on. "No matter, what you are thinking, everything will turn out for the best," she said definitively. Her tone made a tear drop from her eyes onto the pavement. It sounded so true but she didnt want it to be.  "I know, its going to be okay." She tightened her grasp.

Remy looked up at Allison. The rain mixed with her tears rolling down her face. She looked so tired. "Thank you," she whispered, knowing that it was the truth. The rain fell harder. As if it knew it was time to wash everything away. To start anew.

Allison made a sudden move, leaning in close to the younger doctor. Their lips almost touching. Remy felt Allison's warm breath on her lips and Allison felt hers. "Dont leave," Allison whispered to Remy as she place her lips over the other woman's. Their kiss was warm and slow, taking as much time out of the world just for themselves to feel their soft skin touch. Allison held Remy's hand close, not breaking their kiss.

For once, with that grasp on her hand, Remy felt the pain slowly ease off of her. She let the sweet kiss take her and leave the rain to wash the pain away. 

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