The Ramifications Of a Psychotic Mind

Just Plain Awkwardness 3/7

2009-12-21T06:05:13Z

The next chapter of the first part.

Title: Just Plain Awkwardness
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Some swearing
Word Count: 1,835
Chapter #: 3/7
WIP or Complete: Complete!
Summary: Waking up and finding Dean Winchester at the foot of your bed is strange enough. Waking up and finding out he’s stuck as a ghost only you can see? Well, then there’s going to be problems….

Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two

I was tired. My anger at Dean had faded and now that I held the phone and had dialled the number he had given me, I felt nervous.

“Hello?” I saw Dean give a sigh of relief. He was leaning in close to hear what his brother would say.

“Is this Sam…Winchester?”

There was a pause for a moment. “Yes.”

I let out a sigh of relief and I saw Dean grin. “I’m calling about your brother. Dean.”

Even though it was through a phone, I felt like the silence was tangible.

“If you’ve done anything to him…” The voice had gotten low and dangerous sounding.

My eyes widened. “What? No! Hell, I want you to take him back!” I took a breath and looked at Dean. He motioned to go on. “Ok, you’re not going to believe this…but trust me. What I have to say is true.”

I told him about waking up and finding Dean there. About the fact that I’ve been the only one to see him and how he’s been harassing me ever since to help him. To call his little brother Sammy.

“I believe you.” While I was surely grateful, I was also kind of wary. What the hell type of person listens to this kind of story on a phone and instantly believes the other person. Obviously I wasn’t the only crazy person here.

“Where are you?” He asked and I debated telling him my exact location.

“Canada. British Columbia, to be exact.” More silence, but Dean was grinning now. I rolled my eyes at him. I heard Sam muttering on the other line.

“I’m in North Carolina.” I saw Dean mouth the name of the state and I shrugged, trying to think of where that was. I had no idea.

“Where?” I asked.

“It’s on the other side of the U.S.”

Well, that was a problem. “Well, are you coming to get him? Because to be honest, I’m kinda sick of him.” I heard Sam kind of laugh and I saw a faint, sort of soft, smile on Dean’s face.

“I know it might be a bit much to ask…” He trailed off a bit. “But could you meet me halfway?”

The weight on my chest that had been lifting during the conversation with Sam had suddenly collapsed back on me. “What?” I was cursing the Winchesters as I packed my bag. Dean thankfully gave me space. Sam had talked and before I knew it, I had found myself agreeing to meet him at some scrap yard in South Dakota. Why a scrap yard, I’ll never know, but apparently it belonged to a friend of their family and it was in the middle. There was also something along the lines of time being of essence and a promise of being paid back. I checked mapquest and printed directions. I was told once I was in Sioux Falls that Dean could point me in the right direction. We agreed to meet in about three days at the requested place. Sam took my number in case there was any problems and Dean made me program Sam’s number into my phone. They were kind of paranoid really.

Now that I was getting ready, I was seriously questioning my sanity. I had spent the first of the three days catching up on sleep and calling the right people. I made some excuse for missing work and changed my answering machine message, saying I’d be gone awhile and if they really needed me to call my cell. I was finally getting ready to go and I was really kind of regretting it. Seeing ghosts was one thing, letting the ghost lead me into a potential serial killers trap was another.

I walked out on to the street and stopped a moment, looking back wistfully at my house. I hoped I’d see it again. ”Come on!” Dean called and I rolled my eyes. I adjusted the duffle bag on my shoulder. The sooner this was over with the better.

I walked a couple feet down the street before stopping at a car.

“What the hell is this?” I could hear the disgust in Dean’s voice.

My eyes narrowed. “My car. Now get in and shut up.” I opened the back door and threw my bag in.

“What the hell did you do to it?”

My eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

He looked completely shocked. Almost appalled. “Do you know what type of car this is?”

I shrugged. “No. It was my dads.”

“This is a Cutlass Supreme! One from the 70s, I think. What the hell did you do to it?!”

I looked at the car. Sure, it was a bit rusted and old and I’m pretty sure the paint was faded severely, but it wasn’t that bad. My jaw clenched. “Just get in the fucking car and shut up. Let’s go.”

He shook his head in disappointment, and walked to the other side. His hand attempting the skim the top the car. I rolled my eyes and got in.

He looked around the inside of the car once he was seated and frowned some more. I rolled my eyes. It was just a car.

I turned it on. I swear I saw him wince at the sound of the engine starting. I leaned over and grabbed a cassette adaptor from the glove compartment. I was surprised Dean didn’t make a comment, but I was sure he was still in shock over the car. I grabbed my iPod from my jeans pocket and plugged it in. I searched for a song and pressed play. As I drove out of the parking spot and into the street, the beginning sounds of AC/DC’s ‘Highway to Hell’ started up.

“Now this is what I’m talking about!” Dean called out. I turned the music up and drove on.

It would take 22 hours and 45 minutes to drive to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. That’s if there were no breaks. As I had to eat, and sleep, it would take at least about two days. Being stuck with Dean when he was being irritating was worse than being in the car with him, but not by that much. We were currently in Montana and almost at the spot where I’d be stopping for the night.

“Do we have to stop? If you just kept driving, we could get there so much sooner. You could rest at Bobby’s.”

“No.”

I stopped at a drive-through in Billings and asked for the location of the nearest motel. The guy leered at me and I gave my best glare. Dean laughed. I was too tired for this.

I got my room at a motel, grabbed my bag and made my way to my room.

“You know, it’s a shame I was corporeal….”

I rolled my eyes and opened the door to the motel room. ”Aww come on. Tell me you’re not tempted!” He tilted his head and looked at me with his eyes narrowed, a slow smile growing on his lips. “You’re kinda hot…”

“And you’re kind of an asshole.” I stepped in. “Good night Dean.” I slammed the door, leaving him outside.

Driving the next day was slightly more silent, but I was in a better mood than the night before. Today, I’d get rid of Dean. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He was kind of quiet today. I sighed and kept driving. It would be over soon. I had to remember that. It would be over soon.

I had spoken too soon because at that moment, when we were on the outskirts of Rapid City, my car stalled. I pulled it over to the side of the road and attempted to start it. It wouldn’t work. I lay my head on the steering wheel and muttered curses.

“Come on.” I looked up and saw Dean leaning his head literally through the window. “Pop the hood, let’s take a look. Maybe I can teach you something about cars.” He grinned at me and I gave a smile in return. I popped the hood and got out.

He pointed out some of the key components that made up the engine. I didn’t remember any of it really, but he looked around and told me all I needed was coolant.

“That will get you to Bobby’s. After that, we can get it fixed properly. You got coolant, right?”

“Err…let me check the trunk.”

Luckily I did. I let the car rest for a bit before starting it again. It worked. I looked over at Dean. “Thanks,” I said and smiled.

He shrugged, then smiled and winked. “Not a problem babe.”

I rolled my eyes.

When we reached Sioux Falls, it was nighttime and Dean and I were arguing over something that had escalated into a conversation over some actress.

“She’s hot!”

I rolled my eyes. “It doesn’t matter if she’s hot or not, she can’t act!” I looked around for a moment. “Which way?”

“Left and then straight for a mile or so. It doesn’t matter if she can’t act, she’s hot!”

It seemed he thought this explained everything. I rolled my eyes. “You’re such a guy.”

He shrugged and I gave a small laugh.

“Turn right and in about 5 minutes, you’ll see a sign for the scrap yard.” He pointed down the road and when he retracted his hand, it brushed through my hand. It was cold and kind of weird feeling. I shook it off and Dean forgot to comment as the scrap yard came into view.

I drove through the yard, following Dean’s direction until I parked by a house.

“Come on!” Dean said, bounding out of the car.

I took a deep breath before exiting the car and walking towards the door. It opened before I got there. A guy came out and as I came closer and saw him in profile, my eyebrows raised. Holy shit, I was obviously raised in the wrong place. Kansas seemed to be the place to go for guys.

“Sam?” I called out, and watched as he came closer. Holy shit he was huge. I had never felt really short at any point in my life before really until this.

Dean coughed.

I looked over at him briefly, frowning slightly.

“Emma Davis?”

I looked over at the guy I was supposing was Sam. “That’s me. You are Sam Winchester, right?” I raised an eyebrow.

There was small chuckle. “Yes. Dean’s with you?”

“Yup. Practically right next to you actually,” which was true. Dean had moved over to Sam and seemed to be smiling widely. He was obviously happy to be here.

Sam looked around him and frowned. “I can’t see him.”

I sighed. Figured.

“You better come inside. You can meet Bobby and we can get this sorted out.”

I nodded and looked at Dean, who had already moved towards the door. He motioned me to follow. Gathering up all of my resolve and nerve, I did.

Just Plain Awkwardness 2/7

2009-12-17T23:22:52Z

The next chapter of the first part.

Title: Just Plain Awkwardness
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Some swearing
Word Count: 1129
Chapter #: 2/7
WIP or Complete: Complete!
Summary: Waking up and finding Dean Winchester at the foot of your bed is strange enough. Waking up and finding out he’s stuck as a ghost only you can see? Well, then there’s going to be problems….

Previous chapters: Chapter 1

“Hell no.” It was a pure statement of fact. Simple really. It was just that the ghost of Dean Winchester didn’t seem to accept that. He followed me. Constantly.

Granted it had only been a day, but he had followed me to work and talked. And talked. And talked. And to be honest, he was irritating.

“Look!” I stopped in an aisle, and turned towards him, not thinking about what it would look like to someone else. “Dean whatever-the-hell-your-name-is. I’m not interested. Got it? Go find someone else to harass.” I turned and walked forwards, on my way to the back office.

“Winchester.”

“What?” I asked, well, whispered as I walked into the office. One of the others looked at me and frowned a bit before turning back to the computer.

“Dean Winchester. And if you haven’t noticed, no one else has noticed me. Which means no one else can see me.”

I placed my bag on a hook on one of the walls and sat down in a nearby chair. I looked up at him and sighed. “Isn’t there some sort of psychic you can see? I’ve seen them on TV. They’re out there. Go bother them.”

He snorted. “Those people are complete wack jobs. They don’t know the truth of what’s out there.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And you do?”

“Yes.” He just stared at me. “That’s why I need to get back. I need to get back to my brother.”

“Hey Emma, you alright?”

I looked up to see that Kyle, one of my co-workers was standing in the doorway, looking at me slightly concerned. “Huh?” As usual, I was eloquent in my reply. He laughed a bit. “You were talking to yourself.”

I frowned a bit. “Was not.” I answered and thought quickly for a decent excuse. “Not up with the latest technology Kyle? You do know of a little thing called a Bluetooth, right?” I motioned up to my ear, which, thankfully, was covered by my hair.

“Oh,” he laughed, “well it looked like you were.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Anyways, Ernie is looking for you.”

“Thanks,” I answered and watched him leave. I looked up to Dean who had a smirk on his face.

“Smooth,” he drawled and I scowled.

“I’m still not interested.”

“So, where exactly am I?”

He had left for a bit while I had been working. I didn’t question it. He had been complaining about the music in the store and some of the people who had come in, so to be honest, I was glad for the break. It was apparently too much to ask that he was gone for good.

“Penticton, B.C.”

“I’m in Canada?!” I looked over at him as I grabbed my bag. “Surprised?” As I got ready to go, I made sure to cover my ears with my hair.

“Yeah, though, it explains the mountains.”

I walked out of the store, waving goodbye to a few people that I knew before walking home. “Where are you from?” I asked, suddenly wondering.

“Kansas.”

I snorted. “Well you’re not in Kansas anymore, are you Toto?”

He stopped and looked affronted. “Toto?”

I laughed and continued walking. “Come on boy,” I whistled.

“Oh hell no.” He ran to catch up. “Listen here sweetheart, I may have to follow you, but you are going to help me out of this.”

“Or what? You’re going to wave your hand through my head?”

He scowled at me for a moment before his eyes lit up with an idea and a smile slowly grew on his face. Aw hell. I wondered what I just got myself into.

I was going to go insane. Granted, I already thought I was kind of insane considering I was convinced I could see a ghost, but he was going to drive me insane. He would not let up. At all. He followed me everywhere. He even started commenting when I was in the shower (to which I screamed and threw a shampoo bottle at the door where his head used to be).

He talked constantly at work, if not harassing me about helping him, then commenting and commenting and commenting on everything he possibly could from the music to the customers and even about me.

“So, what do you do for fun?” I looked over at him and raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been with you for a few days now. You go to work, you come home, you do nothing here until you sleep and then repeat the process.”

“I don’t do nothing…I…” I thought about it and frowned. “I do stuff!”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re the most boring person I’ve met and honey, that’s saying something.”

I ignored him and turned back to the TV I was watching.

“Help me. Least it’ll give you some adventure.”

I whirled on him. “I don’t want adventure, got it? I’m happy here!” I turned back to the T.V.

He coughed and it sounded suspiciously like “boring.”

“What was that?” I asked, glaring.

“Nothing…” he said, attempting to look innocent.

I turned back to the TV and again heard him cough. This time it sounded like “stick in the mud.” I turned again only to find him grinning. “I’m still not helping you.”

“You suck at making eggs.”

“What does it matter to you anyways?” I asked, attempting to flip the egg in the pan. “It’s not like you’re eating them.”

“I wouldn’t even if I could. Look, you’re breaking the yolk.”

I looked. I was. Fuck.

“Is that all you wear?”

I sighed but ignored him, closed my closet door and threw on my sweater.

“Seriously, it’s all jeans and shirts. Don’t you own any dresses? Any skirts?” He asked, grinning a bit.

“No, I don’t. Now go away.” I said with a straight face. As usual, he followed.

I didn’t care about the comments. I could handle it. It was when he talked constantly as I tried to sleep, getting louder and louder and singing the most obnoxious songs he could that was stressing me out. Finally, after about two days of him harassing me (to which I briefly wondered if there was some sort of ghost police I could ask for a restraining order), with about 4 hours of sleep. I snapped.

“ALRIGHT! JUST SHUT UP!” I yelled. Luckily, I was in my living room on a couch trying to watch TV. I looked over at him and saw him grinning. I glared. “Jesus Christ. What the hell do you want?”

He lost his grin and just looked at me. “I just want you to call my brother.”

I flopped back to lie on the couch. If I had known it was that easy, I would have done it sooner.

New Fic!

2009-12-17T04:34:35Z

Today's latest fic, is a Supernatural one. It's a OC but I hope to keep it entertaining at the very least. Criticism is welcome. This is the first of a series I'm working on called The Adventures of Emma Davis.

Title: Just Plain Awkwardness
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Some swearing
Length: This chapter isn't that long...
Word Count: 934
Chapter #: 1/7
WIP or Complete: Complete!
Summary: Waking up and finding Dean Winchester at the foot of your bed is strange enough. Waking up and finding out he’s stuck as a ghost only you can see? Well, then there’s going to be problems….

I woke up suddenly and knew something was wrong. For one, I rarely woke up so easily and the weird feeling crawling up my back told me something was up. I reached over and turned on the light and jumped. At the foot of my bed stood some guy. I screamed in shock before cutting myself off when he looked at me. Then, I found myself angry. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment?” I yelled, at the same time in which he glared and demanded, “What did you do?”
“Me? I didn’t do anything! In case you didn’t notice, I was sleeping before I woke up with you here!” This was a dream. It had to be because this could not be happening.
I looked around for a weapon. Hell, all that was close was my pillow and an alarm clock. I stared at the guy warily.
“Look, I don’t know what type of spell you did to get me here, but you put me back or so help me god…” He was glaring at me now.
I raised my eyebrows. “Excuse me? In case you didn’t notice I was sleeping five seconds ago until you decided to show up!”
“I happen to know a witch’s spell doesn’t necessarily activate as soon as you cast it.”
What the hell was this guy going on about? Great, so not only do I find some guy in my house, granted he was kind of hot, but he had to be crazy. Just my life.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, as I backed away as slowly as possible until I hit my headboard.
“Fix it!” He yelled and slammed his hands down on my baseboard. Except, it didn’t work as he had planned as his hands went through the baseboard and he stumbled a bit forwards. My eyes widened. ”What the…?”
Well, at least he couldn’t really hurt me…right?

We sat in silence, or rather I had and he stood there staring at his hand through my baseboard. I was still reeling from the fact that ghost was at the foot of my bed. A ghost! Holy fuck, there was a ghost in my house. At the end of my bed. I was certain that had I not already been sitting down, I would have collapsed. I took a deep breath. I could deal with this. There was an explanation. I just had to have gone crazy, or was sleeping but my dreams were usually stranger than this (granted this alone was beyond strange but I rarely was in bed in my dreams) and they were never this clear. There were no such things as ghosts. “What did you do to me?” He asked, his voice low with an edge.
“Me?” I scowled, brought out of my thoughts by the subject of them. “I didn’t do anything. It’s not my fault you’re an impotent ghost.”
“Impotent?” He looked kind of angry now, but slightly more affronted at the suggestions.
“You can’t even shake my headboard,” I said, pointing at his hand still through it. Yup, that was me. Snappish to a fault and even insulting to a ghost. Really it was his fault…he yelled at me first….
His eyes narrowed before his mouth curled into a smirk. “Oh darling, I wouldn’t even want to with a witch like you.”
My eyes narrowed. “A witch?! Excuse me?!”
“Yes, a witch. Now put me back!” He yelled, having removed his hand and motioned moving forward. I jumped up and stood on my bed. “Hey! Don’t blame me for your problems and…ghostly-ness.” I waved my hand a bit in his direction. “Get the hell out of my house!”

Looking back on it, it was kind of ridiculous. I was standing on my bed, pointing a finger at the door, in an oversized band shirt and baggy pj shorts with flying sheep on them. He was at the end scowling at me; at least, he was until he walked out the door. I sat down suddenly in relief, laughing a bit at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. I was in the process of calming down and convincing myself that this was just another really weird dream when he walked back in and stood in the same spot he left. I jumped and sat in attention. “I thought you left?” I asked, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. He was frowning. “I did. I got down the street and asked directions from this couple. They didn’t see me. I walked into someone else’s house and jumped around. They didn’t see me.”
“Great. Well that figures. Can’t exactly have an easy way out of the craziness….” I muttered, giving a sigh and relaxing a bit.
He sat down on the floor in front of me, just looking at me. It was a little disconcerting really, but I think he had gone into shock. I took the time to actually look at him. He wore jeans and a shirt, with another shirt opened over top of it. The necklace stood out a bit, as I wasn’t expecting a guy who looked like he could be a construction worker, to wear a necklace. Granted it wasn’t very feminine, but still.
“You really…had no idea of this?” He motioned to himself.
I sighed. “Dude, I was sleeping. Seriously, I don’t need that kind of drama in my life.”
Not that that really mattered since drama seemed to follow me whenever it damn well pleased.
“Fuck.”
I looked at the guy, who looked as if he was clenching his jaw and there was anger in his eyes. Well, least it wasn’t directed at me anymore.
“I have to get back.” He said, in all seriousness, and something in the way he said it made my hackles rise. He looked at me then, meeting my eyes. “And you’re going to help me.”
“What?”

obscuredrapture @ 2009-12-16T23:23:00

2009-12-17T04:23:14Z

I'm back, from my hiatus. To celebrate this, today, I'm posting a Demand. We've set one up to get fans of Supernatural to demand a Salute to Supernatural convention in Toronto. Help us out and demand it too! Click Here! Fics to be coming soon!

you'll never take me alive...

2008-01-20T04:29:47Z

My last upload tonight on my uploading spree. Thsi si something I wrote last year, kind of based on my experiances with people on my floor. I find it kind of amusing reading it and looking back. Maybe you'll get a kick out of it too...eve though it's not that happy.

Title: She
Rating: G
Summary: She hears whispers in the halls as she passes...
Warnings: none
Length: possibly the longest currently
Word Count: 630, proving it's not the longest!
Chapter #: 1/1
WIP or Complete: Complete

She hears whispers in the halls when she passes. She pretends to not hear them, though from time to time they get louder and she has to wear headphones to get through the day.

The voices rise and she can tell that when they invite her out they don’t really want to be with her, it’s all out of the pity they feel. After all, she seemingly never leaves her room. She doesn’t want their pity. She’d rather be alone in her room than alone and feeling surrounded.

They are proud to have her on their floor, even if she barely speaks to them. She is an artist and a rather talented one at that. The first time she reached out to one of them it was to ask an opinion on a piece of art. Since then, they keep coming to her room when they hear whispers of more. She is finally something to show off.

She doesn’t talk much. She never has a need to, really, only a few words in answers when people ask things of her. If she can, she’ll react with motions. The only true times they’ve heard or seen her truly happy are the times when she’s in her room, somehow communicating with her friends. She needs them more than ever now.

They are trying to win the battle, yet somehow she manages to defeat them every time. They ask her for dinner or lunch, only to find she’s already eaten or she’s not hungry. They are trying, but they cannot win these battles against her.

They are surprised, though they try to not show it, when they find her gone from her room and she’s not in a class. They’ve seen her leave alone sometimes, and they wonder where she’s been. Once she came back injured, and while she told her roommate what happened (as she asked for an opinion), they all waited to hear from her roommate how she was when she came back from the hospital. They are determined to take care of her, ever since she arrived.

She leaves most weekends, telling only her roommate or those who ask where she’s going. They pretend that she’s still in her room. Her door is just closed. They are coming to rely on her presence far too much.

There are voices in the hall. If her door is open, they all look in as they pass, as if making sure she’s there. If her door is closed, they stay near it, as if waiting to make sure she’s there or to try and lure her out. She stays inside unless she chooses to leave. It is rarely with any of them.

She’s not like any of them. They don’t seem to care. She is, to them, an epitome of originality. She walks by with her head held high and she tries to show she’s not afraid. She tries to show that everything is okay because she knows. She knows what they feel and why they are there and she refuses to let them win any battle for which she is against. She refuses to leave when there is nothing, to her, to leave for. They are still there.

She hears the voices in the hall. A constant noise, it seems. Her door is closed. She’s locked it this time, to keep people out and give her warning when her roommate is coming. She’s crying for a loss of everything she once was. Torn to pieces with nothing to be here for except her decision. She thought she’d be all right, they all did. She was wrong, but she refuses to let anyone know. When her roommate returns, she’ll be as she always was and no one will tell the difference except her.

She turned right and went into the darkness...

2008-01-20T04:18:39Z

So, I'm on an uploading spree....probably because I'm looking through old files. This is again a test to my expansions (did that make sense?). Here's another original for you!

Title: Once
Rating: G really
Summary: There once was a girl and a boy and everything in the middle.
Warnings: a death of an original character?
Length: longer than the others on here so far
Word Count: 777...that's kinda weird and totally not planned!
Chapter #: 1/1
WIP or Complete: Complete

There once was a girl who forgot.

She gave a small smile as she looked down at him. He was happy now, so why wasn’t she? She turned away and waited until he had walked out of the clearing. When she looked back he was gone, but someone had filled his space and was looking up at her. She looked down at him.

“What are you doing here Ren?” she asked, sitting down on the branch of the tree that held her weight.

He smiled up at her a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He turned and walked out of the clearing in the opposite direction than the one who was there before.

For once, she followed.

There once was a boy who knew the truth.

Ren sat on a rock, his toes brushing the water that surrounded the rock.

“How did you get out there?” she asked as she looked for a way to join him.

“Why are you here” he asked her, looking down at the water.

“I wanted to…” she didn’t continue but there was no need. He knew what she had come for.

‘To forget’ he thought as he stood up on the rock. He jumped onto the bank of the river and reached for her hand.

She took his hand and smiled gratefully at him.

He pulled her to him and hugged her.

She clung to him and smiled and didn’t say the words he needed to hear.

He took what he could from these moments and dreamed lies while she forgot the truth.

There once was a boy who ran from his fears.

“You’re leaving.” It wasn’t a question coming from him as he watched the other boy pack his bags.

“I have to. If she wants to move on, then I have to leave. Hopefully it’ll give her enough space that she’ll heal.”

“You’re going to hurt her.”

“You’ll protect her,” the boy said while closing the bags and lifting them towards the door. He paused for a moment, waiting for the other boy’s response.

“Was there ever any doubt?” Ren asked.

There once was a girl who was blind.

“Why did he leave m-…us Ren?” her head was resting on one of his shoulders.

“He had to figure some stuff out. Don’t worry, he’ll eventually be back.”

“I hope so, he always protected me,” she muttered before closing her eyes.

“Silly girl, it was I who protected you, not him. When will you learn?” he whispered but she had fallen asleep and did not hear.

There once was a boy who died.

“REN!” She screamed his name as she ran to him.

‘It’s too late,’ he thought, but gave a pained smile when she came into his view.

“Ren! Ren, it’s okay isn’t it? You’ll be fine. We’ll get you patched up in no time, right Ren?”

He didn’t know who she was trying to convince more, him or herself. “It’s okay,” he whispered to her and she cradled his head in her lap.

“Shh…I’m here Ren, it’ll be okay.” She was smoothing back his hair now with one hand while the other pressed against the wound in his shoulder.

“I…I really did...” a finger was pressed to his lips.

“Ren, I know. But don’t tell me yet. Wait, you’ll get better and when we’re in our tree together after you’re healed and I’ve hauled you up, then you can say it, but not now. Not here.”

He gave a smile to her and darkness filled his gaze. “It’ll…he’ll protect you.”

There once was a girl, who learned everything from one.

She sat in the tree, looking out onto the clearing as if expecting him to come out of the shadows and lead her away. Instead the other one, the boy who she had cared for so much in the past came and stood underneath the tree.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking up at her.

“For what?” she asked, giving him a small smile.

“For not protecting you better.” He looked towards the mound in the clearing signalling the grave.

“You never did,” she said giving a bitter smile to the boy below. “He was the one who always protected me, I just never saw it until it was too late.”

“Still…” the boy persisted, “had I been there…”

“Then I would have never realised the truth. Thank you.”

The boy sighed and walked away, sensing he wouldn’t get anywhere in the argument today.

“Thank you,” she whispered to the wind.

There once was a girl who never knew.
There once was a boy who fell apart.

However, in the end, they were the world to each other.

obscuredrapture @ 2008-01-19T23:08:00

2008-01-20T04:10:48Z

Original ficlet!
Something I wrote awhile back trying to expand my horizons. Tell me what you think!

Title: Succumb
Rating: PG for ideas and a swear word ("oooooo")
Summary: She clenched her eyes shut....
Warnings: like I said, ideas and a swear word
Length: short actually
Word Count: um... 302
Chapter #: 1/1
WIP or Complete: Complete

She clenched her eyes shut, as if that if she couldn’t see him, then none of this was happening.

And if none of this was happening, that meant that he wasn’t pressing into her, trapping her between him and a wall. His right leg wasn’t pushed in-between the two of hers and his head wasn’t buried in her shoulder. If her eyes were closed then his right hand wasn’t tangled in her hair and he wasn’t supporting himself and not crushing her with just his left arm, as he pressed further closer to her.

She kept her eyes clenched shut because then she wasn’t looking at him as he bent down to be closer to her. She could ignore the strange feeling that he brought to her stomach and wipe away the goose bumps that rose on her arms whenever he brushed by them. Her heart didn’t pound when he looked at her like he did and the colour had never risen to her cheeks as he laced his sentences to her with suggestions and innuendos. If her eyes were kept shut then he wasn’t affecting her and he hadn’t gotten sick of her evading him even though he claimed she affected him just as much as he did her.

If her eyes were clenched shut, then he hadn’t snapped at something she said to put herself down and she wasn’t currently between him and the wall. If her eyes were closed, then she had remained in control of everything she had fought for, everything she thought was hers.

But as his grip on her hair tightened and he raised his head from her neck, she felt his breath on her ear and she lost the control she had as her eyes opened when he whispered to her: “I fucking love you.”

Ickle Firsties

2007-12-11T15:20:17Z

First ficlet. Ooo, I'm excited!

Title: Patience
Rating: PG-13 (due to the slightly darker nature)
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing/Character(s): Peter/Claire,
Summary: All they’ll have is each other forever, and it will be forever. A slightly darker look at Peter/Claire from Peter's p.o.v.
Warnings: Incest, Slight S2 spoilers.
Length: Short
Word Count: 223
WIP or Complete: Complete

She’s yelling at him. Something about letting her think he was dead and changing the world. He doesn’t respond though.

Her eyes are aflame. He can see the passion and the fear, the anger and the relief that accompanies it.

He so desperately wants to tangle one hand in her hair and pull her close and very nearly devour her mouth with his own.

He shakes his head lightly. Her fathers would kill him and he couldn’t do that to Claire. He’s seen the way she’s looked at him sometimes. It wouldn’t help things at all.

Instead, he lets her yell and he apologizes and he’ll wait. He’s learned she could live forever. He knows that he could too. All it would take is waiting for a few decades, until everyone who knows them is gone and then they can leave and start anew: together. No longer with the words he has learned to hate hanging between them

Until then he’ll wait. She’ll realise in the end that there will only be him and her. All they’ll have is each other forever, and it will be forever. He’ll protect her with his life and he doesn’t plan on losing that any time soon. Not when the promise of a forbidden forever hangs between them, even if only he can see it. She’ll learn.