Figments From a Demented Mind

[Fic] The Spectacular Adventures of Spencer Reid (pro.)(Spencer/Arron)(Nc-17)

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 13:35:52 GMT

Title:The Spectacular Adventures of Spencer Reid (pro.)
Characters:Spencer/Hotch
Word count:4169
Rating:NC-17
SummarySpencer has a busy mind and sometimes it gets him into trouble. This time a peice of evidence turns out to be more then anyone bargains for and Spencer and Arron are sent on a bit of a wild ride.
Authors Notes: This is just the prolouge of the story yes there is more and You the veiwer can help me decode what you want to see. Go on over to the Poll and vote for where our intrepid duo wind up next. Warnings: sex :p

“The journey of a thousand leagues begins with a single step. So we must never neglect any work of peace within our reach, however small.” Q. Adlai E. Stevenson

It started on a case - a kidnapping in a town called Cherry Hill - that had gotten a time clock and a disturbing twist when the local detectives realised that 34 year old Charleen Williams had been with her 8 year old son when she disappeared. By the time the B.A.U had landed, the mother's body had been found but the boy was still missing, worse still the team had found a few similar cases in the other towns in the area - single mothers abducted with their sons and killed, the boys found about a week later horribly mutilated. It had been a race against time, a race against a man so terrifying and twisted that every second the boy stayed with him was a second every heart in the room ached. They had raced against the clock and tracked down the un-sub but there were three possible locations that he could have taken the boy. Not wanting to risk the boys safety, they had hit each place at the same time. It had been a tense time but in the tiny cabin near the abandoned mine entrance they had found the boy shaken and traumatised but thankfully alive. The boy had been cleared out and Hotch and Reid were looking over the scene as evidence was gathered making sure there weren't any more surprises or any other victims somewhere. They had boxed things to study to help them better understand the man who had done these terrible things, to understand that darkness so they could fight it again. Things had gone into boxes and bins and most people didn't think of them again, after all there were more cases to concern themselves with, more lives to save.

It had been almost a year since the Cherry Hill case closed and mostly it had been ignored though catalogued and pored over by interns who came up with their own theories and ideas which were pushed up the lines of paperwork to be forgotten or, in a few rare cases, looked over. Reid was looking though the files now and looking over some of the pieces of evidence making his own notations and memorising everything, it was something he did with old cases from time to time and after what had happened with his father ... well he had decided to come back to a few of the cases that had stayed with him - getting a look at them with a different perspective. He was looking over a few artifacts that Reid could swear were parts of a Chinese puzzle box, when Hotch; who since his divorce had almost turned to living in the building himself when Reid wasn't pushing him to come home making him sit, eat and get some proper sleep in a real bed not on a small hard couch in his office, came into the room to check on him.

"What do you have there?" Hotch murmured, leaning over Reid's shoulder and looking at the wooden pieces in the slender and skilled hands. Reid started at the sudden presence of his boss and also lover behind him and one of the wooden devices cut into his palm just slightly, a cat scratch really but enough that a few drops of blood soaked into the ceder.
"Umm," Reid winced and rubbed his palm on a handkerchief cleaning up the blood and setting down the piece he had been holding before looking into Hotch's concerned eyes. "The Roger Feidman case, I look over some of our closed cases, sometimes expand on our findings ... just a hobby I guess"

Reid blushed slightly though more from embarrassment at his earlier clumsiness then for pawing though an old case. Reid knew he wasn't the only one who did this and Hotch couldn't even accuse him of working too hard, not when the man himself almost had to be forced to leave. Reid knew in fact that if it hadn't been to spend the night with him Hotch might never leave, it worried the younger profiler but he was careful not to bring it up too often not wanting to give Hotch any reminders of Haley, not when she had left enough of her own in Hotch's psyche.

"You alright?" Hotch eyed the scratch but tried not to show too much concern knowing the clumsiness would probably embarrass Spencer, Hotch also knew logically it was just a scratch but after everything that happened to Spencer Hotch couldn't help but to worry about the young man. Reid nodded and packed everything up giving Hotch a smile.

"Ready to go?" he asked giving the other man a 'look' when it seemed that Hotch might tell him he could stay. After all Hotch came away from his work voluntarily so it wasn't something that Reid was about to pass up for looking over dusty notes and the scattered remains of one man's obsessions in boxes.

Hotch chuckled seeing Reid's 'determined face', something he had seen before the slender man faced down bomb wielding psychopaths and Hotch knew he didn't have a chance to back down now that he had made the gesture. Hotch smiled and nodded as Reid hastily though carefully packaged up the evidence after leaving a note about the incident in the box and then turned ready to go. Hotch smiled as they headed out of the archives and toward the elevators, Reid was talking a mile a minute and Hotch was paying only enough attention to respond at appropriate moments. He loved watching Reid getting expositional - the gestures, the posture, even the subtle tilt of the head made Hotch want to grab the younger man and bend him over the nearest desk and ... Hotch realised his attention must have wandered too far since he was getting a bemused look from his lover. He shrugged and leaned 'casually' against the wall of the elevator knowing that Reid's eyes were on him on their way down to the garage and into his SUV. Once clear of the shadows of the building he watched the younger man in the passenger seat relax visibly and watch the play of light and colour from neon signs, traffic and tail lights painting splashes over brick and glass. Hotch should have realised though that his slip up wouldn't have slipped the intelligent young man's thoughts.

"What were you thinking about before we got on the elevator?" Reid was leaning back in his seat looking almost lazy, his lean body stretched out in such a subconsciously sensual way that Hotch felt his mouth go dry. He was forced to swallow twice before he felt comfortable speaking.

"You to be honest." Hotch noted with some pride he at least didn't sound like some beast who wanted to ravish the other heedlessly where he sat. Reid raised an eyebrow slightly and ran a hand though his hair, giving it an even more messy then normal look.

"What about me ..that didn't seem like your typical looks?" Not for the first time Hotch cursed the natural curiosity and determination that made Reid so... perfect for this field that they were in. Once the younger man got his teeth into something he wouldn't let go rather like a bulldog gnawing a bone. Hotch knew he could lie, he could probably even do it convincingly enough that Reid wouldn't catch on but then what would he feel about himself?

"About bending you over on Morgan's desk and fucking you 'til you begged for mercy." Despite the frank kinkiness and sexuality of the words he kept his tone carefully neutral as he watched Reid after all they had been lovers for a few months now but neither one of them had really tried or discussed anything quite so... different.

Reid for his part raised an eyebrow and looked thoughtful a moment, his head tilted before his lips turned down into a frown and Hotch braced himself expecting to be called a pervert. For Reid...Spencer to think of him like one of their un-subs one step away from... Hotch's thoughts were interrupted by Reid's voice in the suddenly small cab of the dark SUV.

"Well... you know if we left a mess on Morgan's desk he would tease me endlessly... not to mention what ever prank he might use to get back at me... then again I'm not sure any of the team would be much better about it ..." Reid didn't seem disgusted in fact judging by the pink that had appeared on his ears he was a little embarrassed but aroused as well. Before Hotch could get over his shock of that to actually speak Reid continued "we could christen your desk, or mine for that matter, though the cameras might make things a little ... interesting to say the least." Reid shrugged and smiled at Hotch before settling back in his seat and Hotch wasn't sure Reid was as innocent as he seemed to be sometimes. ''Your place or mine?'' The question was asked with only a look at the red light of one intersection, but invariably unless the need between them was simply too great to drive the extra distance it usually ended up at Hotch's. It had more space, the kitchen was generally better stocked and it was more convenient for Hotch to be home so he could get a few hours of work in at his home office while still keeping Reid happy by getting some proper sleep and food into himself. Normally they would take their own transportation but it wasn't the first time they travel together nor would it be the last. Their relationship, an open secret of sorts that no one really minded, it was good for both of them was the general consensus among their team; or so the sly smiles seemed to say.

By the time they pulled in, both of their minds however were not on cars, or the B.A.U or their team mates. Hotch pulled Reid into the front door and kissed the man against the wall as he unlocked the door one handed. Reid for his part was busy divesting both of them, his own shirt pulled off between passionate kisses. The moment Hotch's arm dropped away from the lock his jacket was pushed down his shoulders, tangling the arms a moment before it joined Reid's shirt on the floor. It looked like some kind of modern art. Some part of Reid's mind mused looking at the two tops both so different, his own semi loud print and vest mixed with Hotch's plain white and jacket. Tangled together like lovers on the hardwood floor. 'Perhaps something titled 'heedless passion'' mused Reid before Hotch distracted his often wandering mind with a nip to the collarbone causing Reid's back to arch and his knees wobble as Hotch took full advantage of one of his more sensitive spots.

"You're over thinking things again Spencer," Hotch murmured, his lips inches above Reid's collarbone causing delightful shivers of air over the sensitive still damp flesh. Reid shuddered whether from the breath or the use of his first name he wasn't sure, there was something pure about the fact it was never 'Spencer' except times like this - alone and intimate moments.

"Aaron I need you inside me tonight please." Reid's normally hitching voice when talking about personal things was instead dark and fluid like sweet amber honey, as it washed over Hotch's ears. A hand with strong fingers, calloused by the gun, more often held then left at the side; touched that golden brown hair, gentle when compared to the press of lips and crush of bodies.

"Yes Spencer tell me what you want, tell me what you need." Hotch's voice had dropped an octave as he all but growled against the other man's lips as he moved them toward the staircase. Reid knew that his time with Haley had left a fierce passion in Hotch for dirty talk. The first time Reid himself had brought it into the bedroom, the man had been shocked and yet incredibly turned on. Now it was something of a fetish, something only for them, something Hotch had never done with anyone else, and for Reid the thrill was just in seeing that loss of control.

"Umm Aaron please, I need to feel you inside me thrusting, hard and deep. I need you to push me down on all fours, take me from behind, please Arron fuck me, cum in me." Reid's voice broke slightly as Hotch hefted him up into his arms and carried him up stairs like some kind of caveman. The action and the tiny growl of desire he could hear coming from Hotch was enough to make his own cock achingly hard. Reid wasn't sure what started this wave of need and desire, the talk of the office sex, the length of time since they had last been able to get more then 5 minutes alone, or the joy coming from a completed case, but he was more then willing to ride out the wave to its pleasant though slightly sticky end. Hotch dropped Reid on the bed, unbuttoning and pulling off the khaki slacks and boxer briefs in one smooth move. These items found their way to the side of the room soon followed by Reid's almost too colourful socks as well as Hotch's own pants. With them both naked Hotch took a moment to admire the lean body splayed out on the dark bed spread before he tangled his fingers in the honey hair. He kissed Reid passionately as he reached over to get the lube from the bed side stand, where it lived along with the condoms, though those had not been used in some time after Reid admitted blushingly to a desire to feel Hotch's cum inside him afterward.

"You're sure Spencer, you want me to take you like an animal?" Hotch's voice was husky as he spoke and he watched a faint flush pass over Reid's face, but the other man nodded and Hotch kissed him one more time before swatting his thigh gently. "All fours then." Hotch couldn't keep the growl of desire out of his voice as Reid licked his lips before turning onto all fours legs slightly apart. Hotch placed kisses on the younger man's back as he gently stroked the sensitive flesh of Reid's inner thighs. Moving his kisses down even as his hands moved up, Hotch then moved the line of kisses up 'til he reached Reid's ass then he lightly kissed each cheek before parting them lightly with his fingers to place a kiss on the awaiting hole there watching the muscles under the flesh clench as Reid drew in a shuddering breath. "Umm Spencer." Hotch's voice rumbled from his chest as he kissed the hole again once, twice and thrice before his tongue darted out and pushed inside the gripping ring of warm flesh. Hotch smirked to himself hearing Reid's whimpers as he tongued that sensitive flesh, 'Spencer never fails to be surprised when I do this' thought Hotch to himself, ignoring the fact that it had surprised the hell out of him the first time he had gotten the urge to taste the young man in this fashion. Now it was another one of those things they knew inflamed their lover all the more, talking dirty, rimming, and a half a dozen other little things they did to drive each other wild. Hotch continued working the other man over with his tongue until he heard the small panting sounds of need coming from him, only then switching over to his fingers to prepare Reid properly. The gasps and groans drove straight to his groin, inflaming his already throbbing erection. His fingers one, then two, then three, sliding in and out working Reid carefully though perhaps a little more quickly then normally. After Reid's hips were snapping back his fingers, Hotch lubricated his cock with more of the gel. "You want this, need it, need me, to fuck you, fill you?" he asked, the head of his cock teasing Reid's hole, listening to the whimpers of need and frustration coming from the man before him.

"Aaron please, need you, need you now, please." Reid begged almost insensate by this time from Hotch's wonderful tongue and fingers. Hotch grunted once and hissed "yes" before burying himself in the younger man's heat. As requested Hotch kept his thrusts deep and hard, but slow, until he couldn't hold off any more and his hips snapped forward getting faster with the last few thrusts before spilling himself into the willing body under him. Hotch growled as he came and he was reasonably sure Reid was now supporting a pair of hard to explain hand shaped bruises on his hips.

His senses came back to him fully after a moment and he moved off the younger man rather then crushing him into the mattress. Reid protested the movement though Hotch knew his body would appreciate the move come morning. Hotch summoned the energy to get off the bed and got a cloth to clean them both up tossing it in the general direction of the laundry basket in the corner. Reid murmured his thanks and curled up, around Aaron, more asleep then awake. Hotch watched him for a moment - sex always wore Reid out, and it was the only time the young man would go to sleep without rambling on about one topic or another for what seemed like hours the way it always was when they were on assignment. It was one of their firm rules no sex while in the field, well one of his rules if he was honest with himself, but Hotch knew if he let himself he would be unable to control his reactions if he couldn't separate Spencer his lover, from Dr. Reid his subordinate. 'If I could, we'd be open, I'd take you to restaurants, family outings, I'd even take a pay cut and step down as team leader if I thought it would help...one day...one day I'll have all of you, all of the time.' Hotch sighed but smiled slightly at the thought of their 'one day' as he drifted off to sleep with his arms around Reid.

Morning found Hotch working in his home office on some files he must have brought with him from the office, and Reid watching something on the History Channel making note of any inaccuracies so he can write in about them later, his one hand curled around the warmth of a coffee cup filled with the Hawaiian Blue Hotch had used to coax him out of bed. It was actually his second cup, as Reid worked not only to re-caffeinate his blood stream but also enjoyed the robust flavour of the slightly pricey coffee. After he had drained the cup, Reid placed it into the sink and rubbed the back of his neck. He had a strange, 'antsy' feeling and he wasn't sure what was motivating the endorphin response. He washed the dishes in the sink but he felt the need to get out still so he decided he'd go to his place, get some more clothing and grab some groceries since Hotch was doing work anyway. Reid went up to talk to Hotch and to check if he needed anything before heading out.Hhe took Hotch's car since it would be easier then taking a cab with a promise to be back in an hour or so.

When Hotch lifted his head from the last of the files he realised how dark it was outside of the window and winced hoping Reid wasn't annoyed with him for working so long. He put the finished files back in the briefcase and went to find Reid but after checking the kitchen and the living room, then doing a full sweep of the house and finding nothing, Hotch went outside seeing the car still missing from the driveway. "Where..?" Hotch looked at the clock in the front hall seeing Reid had been out for the last four hours well past the one hour time line he had originally predicted. While Hotch didn't mind too much he was worried something had happened to have kept the younger man from at least calling. Pulling out his phone Hotch dialled Reid's number and two rings later Reid's voice appeared on the other line.

"Hotch? Uhh sorry I'm late I'm ... I've...I need to finish this so ... I'll see you .. When I... Soon I should be done soon, just these last two pieces...Love you," then the phone clicked off before Hotch had a chance to even speak. He stared at his phone dumbfounded a moment then he went to get into his suit even as he called a cab. The last time he had heard Reid so distracted and all but stumbling over his own words had been when he had been hooked on that devil drug. True, Dr. Spencer Reid did tend to ramble, but there were different levels of babbling, and this was too incoherent for Hotch. 'What did I miss, what could have upset him that much, I just hope I'm wrong ... Anything but that I'd rather catch him sleeping with someone else than find out he's using again ...' The thoughts raced, with many similar ones about what he could have done to prevent this as the taxi took him to the B.A.U. offices knowing Reid might not actually be there but hoping that maybe he was, maybe this was all a misunderstanding on Hotch's part. He talked to one of the guards and found out at least that Reid was in there, that was a point in his favour at least. Hotch was still worried but slightly less so, surely if Reid was going to use he wouldn't come into the office to do it? Hotch found Reid in one of the archive rooms bent over the desk, something in his hands, the rest of the evidence scattered about almost carelessly.
"Reid?" He tried to keep the sharpness out of his voice, but the younger man's head jerked up and Hotch was glad at least to see his eyes looked clear.

"Hotch, I'm sorry I... I was doing errands but I couldn't get this out of my head, I had to solve it ... I'm not even sure why I just..." He gestured helplessly at the almost completed puzzle in one hand, the last piece in the other.

"Reid just promise me you're not... under the influence of anything..." He laid a hand on the other man's shoulder watching the brown eyes widen as Reid shook his head vehemently, understanding exactly what Hotch was asking.

"No ... oh god no I didn't... I'm not, I swear I just .... couldn't get it out of my head... I'm sorry sometimes I get really fixated on things." Reid looked down at the puzzle in his hands, ashamed for worrying Hotch that way. " I..." Before he could speak Hotch squeezed his shoulder gently.

"It's alright, go ahead and finish. As long as you're ok, I'm ok... I was caught up in work anyway," Hotch murmured with a faint chuckle.

Reid looked at the puzzle in his hands wanting to set it down now, but the urge to finish it hadn't really diminished and seeing as Hotch didn't mind.... Reid's fingers slid pieces, shifting the complex pattern of interlocking wooden pieces and then finally after about 10 minutes of this, he slid the last piece into the puzzle smiling as it completed a shape like a crystal, a diamond or three dimensional mirrored pyramid. It was really quite lovely, the carving on the wood meaningless swirls and lines when it was in pieces, revealed itself to be a nine tailed fox when complete.

"Interesting," murmured Hotch, "a Schizophrenic like Feidman shouldn't have been able to complete something that complex... it must have come from one of his victims." Neither man was aware that there was energy building up inside the wood, neither aware that something was about to happen.

"Odd, the eye of the fox seem to be loose." Reid put slightly more pressure on it and both men heard a slight click but before anyone could react, before they could think to move, everything in the room was blindingly bright and then they were gone. The building went dark for exactly .05 of a second and then the world was quiet. The electronic record would now record Reid and Hotch leaving the building, neither man would be expected back in for a week after all they were on vacation.

‘Our universe may be but one of perhaps infinitely many universes in an inconceivably vast multiverse.’ Tim Folger

Where should Reid and Hotch end up pt.1

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 13:23:03 GMT

View Poll: #1493939

Criminal Minds

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 20:22:59 GMT

Disclaimer:I do not own Criminal Minds, it is the work of 'The Mark Gordon Company' and associated studios. The following are works of fiction meant purely for the purpose of entertainment, they are non profit ventures.

Hotchner: What could you possibly learn that you don't already know?
Reid: Hotch, repetitive thinking is a death knell for the brain. For complete brain usage, diverse stimulation is the key.

Private Worry
Disconnected
The Spectacular Adventures of Spencer Reid:
Pro.

[Fic]Disconnected(Spencer Reid, Spencer/OMC, Spencer/Arron)PG13

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 20:02:51 GMT

Title:Disconnected
Characters:Spencer Reid, Spencer/OMC, Spencer/Arron
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Word count:462
Rating:PG-13
Challenge:originally for slashthedrabble prompt #225 Fight but expanded slightly
Summary: Spencer is kidnapped by a twisted unsub and must fight to survive
Authors Notes:Warring: Dark, N/C. If there is interest I might do a set. Beta read by the wonder full ((rebecca))

His fingernails were broken, blood dried under them from where the nail beds had broken while he scratched and clawed. Spencer looked at them, feeling oddly disconnected, some part of his mind knew this was a defense mechanism, the mind defending itself from the terror of the situation. His eyes traced down from his fingernails, down the fingers to the thumb which was red and angry a reminder of what he had done to himself in desperation to get his hands free. It had worked - he had gotten out of the old metal cuffs and had started to dig and scratch and pull, getting fingers under the seams of the make-shift prison. He had seen the woods outside the box, but the noises had been too much, or perhaps he had not been fast enough; and then he had been taken inside... It was worse inside where the unsub...Franklin Aivs his mind absently informed him; lived. He was inside now as he watched his hands connected to the bed's hard points by the new harder to escape metal reinforced leather cuffs. No loose gaps - the unsub learning from this mistake - that Spencer would do anything to escape.
From above Spencer heard the unsub grunt one last time before ejaculating into the body under him.

"Good boy"

The unsub petted his hair like a favoured dog, which Spencer supposed in the man's mind he was. He was glad, and not for the first time since his capture, that the profile of this man and his own quick thinking had helped him stay more or less intact. He was also thankful that he had been involved in an on again, off again relationship with Hotch since the man's divorce. if he hadn't lost his virginity to Hotch those months ago, if he wasn't still with the man now Spencer wasn't sure his body could have taken the frequent sexual assaults with out more damage, let alone what it would have done to his mind for this man to be his first and only sexual experience. Aside from his escape attempt when he had arrived 3 days ago - and the punishment from that - his body had none of the horrible mutilations the other men endured before they died. Spencer could only hope it remained that way, that he could stay whole until they could find him. Spencer knew his team would find him, he just had to hold on, to fight his instincts, to fight this man. He knew if he did that he had a chance to survive, after all this unsub kept his victims alive for a full month.

[Fic] Private Worry ( Criminal minds-hotch-spencer)G

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 19:54:00 GMT

Title:Private Worry
Series: Criminal minds
Characters:Spencer/Hotch
Word count:200
Rating:G
Challenge: slashthedrabble # 224 flight
Summary: On the flight back home form a hard case Spencer , comforts Hotch as best he can
Authors Notes: my work was thoughtfully betaed by hazydecay

It was 14 normal steps from the small galley to the cockpit doors; Spencer knew because he had counted them as the other paced. From the cabin to the galley and back again,it took Hotch 84 seconds, and at that rate, the older agent will have made 107 circuits by the time they land. The papers in the other's left hand were re-read again every 7 circuits, meaning approximately 15 re-reads by the time they landed.

Spencer took comfort in simple numbers, but watching Hotch suffering still hurt. Spencer shifted and held out his arm, watching Hotch pause to look at him and Spencer knew he needed to speak; even his limited social skills told him that.

"Please Hotch..." Spencer watched the internal debate as Hotch watched him dark eyes intense, the look taking 168 seconds, with Spencer's heart clenching before Hotch sat. Spencer sighed in relief and pressed close to the other man, speaking again. "It will be alright, we have a very high success rate, and this is something we have seen before." Hotch didn't speak; he just sighed softly, curling his arm around Spencer's waist, as Spencer began counting off Hotch's steady heartbeats under his cheek.

Prompts, a Table for hd100

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 07:51:04 GMT

Hate

Bedtime Story

Duty

[Fic]The Moment After Emptiness (Harry potter)G

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 07:46:30 GMT

Title:The Moment After Emptiness
Characters:Harry potter
Word count:100
Rating:G
Challenge:[Bad username: HD 100] Prompt Duty
Authors Notes:Warning sad, Character death. Beated by the lovely hazydecay
Summary:A look at Harry after he has to move on from a very personal loss.

I buried him at sunset, in a little place we had loved going, to get away from everything that troubled us. After the mourners and well wishers had gone on their way, I sat on the freshly turned earth. I cried, screamed, raged and then I sighed. I wasn't sure I could move forward alone, but I remembered your words your explanation of why you endured so much so long.

"There are times when you have to do impossible or painful things. We do them, not because we can,but because we must. This is Duty."

And I move forward.

[Fic] Daddy's Angel (Harry/Draco-G)

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 07:41:53 GMT

Title:Daddy's Angel
Characters:Harry/Draco, OFC
Word count:100
Rating:G
Challenge:hd100 prompt Bedtime Stories
Authors Notes: Hope you like it, It's just a little piece of fluff I'm thinking about doing a bunch of them set in the same verse. Errr.... warning for implied mpreg? I'd like to thank hazydecay for beta reading my work!
Summary: Someone wanted a little bedtime story...

Harry held his daughter in his arms, looking at her sleeping form.The snow haired angel had come bounding into his study, demanding stories and he couldn't ignore her, having sworn he would never raise his child like he had been raised by the Dursleys, or like Draco was by his parents. Draco called him soft, said Kiera had him wrapped around her little finger, but Harry didn't mind it if little things like story time or extra hugs could prevent the nightmares that still plagued her parents enough that they didn't sleep un-medicated. It was a small price to pay.

[Fic] The Unexpected Outcry (H/d, Pg, Angst)

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 07:35:45 GMT

Title: The Unexpected Outcry
Characters: Harry/Draco, Gryffindors
Word count:100
Rating:PG
Challenge: hd100 prompt Hate
Authors Notes: minor warnings for angst,
Summary:Harry and Draco try to tell the truth bu t things go wrong in an unexpected way.

Draco had not expected them to accept or like him and he had been prepared for it. What he hadn't been prepared for was the reactions toward Harry himself that moment of seething betrayal and hatred if Draco had not used his wand and dragged Harry bodily out of the room he was sure his lover would have suffered more then bruises and a mild concussion. Harry cried himself to sleep in the hospital room bed with Draco comforting him, now watching as Harry slept fitfully he swore he's make Gryffindor see reason or suffer the consequences for their actions.

Harry Potter

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 14:29:33 GMT

Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter it is fully owned by J. K. Rowling,Bloomsbury Publishing( and associates), and Time Warner entertainment. This is a non-profit work of a fan-based nature, solely for entertainment.

“Tell me one last thing,” said Harry. “Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?”
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

The Reconstruction of Draco Malfoy:
Author notes:PG:15 Angst, Dark Themes, Mature Themes (unfinished)
Summary: Draco is taken and totured, can his mind recover or will the man harry loves be lost forever?
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
TBC

Slyhtherin100 Prompts

HD100 Prompts

Prompts, a Table for slytherin100

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 14:16:53 GMT

# 91 Second	# 92 Straight	# 93 Action/reaction	# 94 Mistake	# 95 Belief
# 96 Runaway

[Fic] Sight and Sound (Pansy/F)PG

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 14:10:33 GMT

Title:Sight and Sound
Characters:Pansy/F (it was going to be Granger...)
Word count:133...though if you discount the mood lyrics only 100
Rating:PG
Challenge: [info]slythrin100 #96 runaway
Authors Notes:I was going to make some femslash smut but this came out instead, still fem slash... This was betaed by the lovely [info]hazydecay

Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughing at the rain
A little out of touch, a little insane
It's just easier than dealing with the pain

I held her hand as we stood there, waiting in the lobby,with people rushing around us, the sound like a river crashing madly. There was a clatter as something fell over nearby and I pulled her close as she howled in fright, I stroked her pale hair as she wept, shaking. Someone finally took notice of us, if it was the tears or the blood seeping though her bandages, I'm not sure. Pansy clung to me,weeping into my breasts as I held on tightly wanting to protect her. This war had claimed enough lives, it wasn't taking her's.

[Fic] What you don't know...(Severus/Albus imp.)PG

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 14:09:11 GMT

Title: What you don't know...
Characters:Severus, Severus/Albus imp.
Word count:100
Rating:PG
Challenge:slythrin100 #95 Belief
Authors Notes:Just a dark little Au peice hope you enojoy it, Thsi was betaed by the lovely [info]hazydecay

You had to have faith in the words that he said because he was powerful, you had to believe what he was talking about because...wasn't he wise? Wasn't he a man who had held back even Voldemort and had kept the savior of the wizarding world safe? Even if some of the things he asked of you were distasteful... You had to put your faith in something, didn't you ? Severus Snape knew, no matter how much the man terrified him with his particular tastes behind closed doors, he had to put his faith in Albus Dumbledore for the next generation

[Fic] "A lack of Observations" Harry, Draco (PG)

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 14:07:33 GMT

Title: A lack of Observations
Characters: Draco, Harry, Draco/Harry Imp.
Word count:2x100
Rating:PG
Challenge:#93 Action/Reaction and #92 Straight
Authors Notes: Just a little something I threw together with the two challenges enjoy!

It was something you saw a lot in potions class; a bubbling mottle green mess with a mere addition of one item became something new and important. There seemed to be no way of telling if an action wold cause the desired outcome until it had been done, though Draco knew some of the subtle secrets. Still, the blond was frustrated, for people, unlike potions, did not act in measurable manners all the time, and he was unsure what action was the right one to get the outcome he desired. So here he sat trying to figure out Potter's catalysts.
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Harry sighed. Slumping down, his eyes closed for a moment before he opened them and looked at the moon drenched pitch he could see from his perch in the astronomy tower. They had had another fight; not a surprise. He supposed they had been doing it so long, but to Harry, the problem seemed very straight-forward and he didn't know why Draco didn't seem to understand. The best way, after all, to get a smile out of him was not some random act of malice, a flashy flaunting of wealth or show of strength. He only wanted to be loved.

Merlin

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 01:01:46 GMT

Disclaimer: I do Not own Merlin or its rights, Merlin is Produced by independent production company Shine Limited for BBC One, who own rights to the show. The following are non profit works of a fan-based nature. Thank you.

"In the land of myth and the time of magic. The destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy. His name; Merlin"

Secrect Union (G, Merlin/Arthur, Gaius/Uther)
Summary: the ties that bind us are the most important things of all.(one shot/done)

Light of His Love (PG, Merlin/Arthur)
Summary: A voice in his dream convinces Arthur to take a closer look a things and is surprised by what he finds.(one shot/ possible sequal)

White Rabbit(Silly fanvid)

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 23:42:50 GMT

Well still haven't heard back form 30 wounds but I want to play with this anyway so here we go

1. 'It's just a flesh wound'	2. Sharp tongue	3. Killing blow	4. Take it like a man	5. Catscratches
6. Die for you	7. Sadomasochism	8. Whipped	9. Black and blue	10. Hospital
11. Bandages	12. 'This hurts me more than it hurts you'	13. If looks could kill	14. Last one standing	15. Worth dying for
16. 'You're bleeding'	17. 'I fell down some stairs'	18. Kiss it better	19. Go down in flames	20. Infection
21. Accept defeat	22. Let me see your scars	23. Bloodstains	24. Stabbed in the back	25. Will to live
26. Die by your hand	27. Battle fatigue	28. Papercut	29. Drunken brawl	30. Heal

365drabbles Elements

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 09:37:52 GMT

First table for my 365drabbles posts

01.	Earth	02.	Air	03.	Water	04.	Fire
05.	Light	06.	Shadow	07.	Sprit	08.	Energy

Prompt # 91 slytherin100

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 08:42:54 GMT

Title: Bloody Vows
Character(s): Draco, Lucius
Pairing(s): n/a
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Dark, Child abuse,
Challenge(s): Second
Word count: 100
Author's notes: Set between first and second year after Slytherin can in second by 10 points.

Draco screamed again, his voice feeling as raw as his nerve endings. He had lost count of the number of blows on his body, of the number of times Cruccio was cast, of the times he had screamed and begged for it to end. He watched the movement in front of him as the man spoke. "You know I do not do this without reason. You must learn from your mistakes." Draco shuddered nodding as he hung limply. "Yes father." His voice broke only slightly as he spoke and he swore silently that Slytherin would never come

Results!

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 08:24:59 GMT

Thank you for your votes based on poling the first fic with two votes will be:

"THIS IS IT"

after that on the line

"ALMOST EASY"

"REAL WORLD"

"I DON"T THINK I LOVE YOU "

"Capital M-E"

the order of these might change based on mood Thank you to everyone who voted!

A To Z Promts Tables:

Sun, 30 Aug 2009 20:07:30 GMT

My first a_to_z_prompts Table

01. A	amusement	10. J	juvenile	19. S	sheltered
02. B	bittersweet	11. K	kittenish	20. T	trilogy
03. C	caramel	12. L	labyrinth	21. U	unbeknownst
04. D	decadence	13. M	mesmerize	22. V	vampire
05. E	euphoric	14. N	Nemesis	23.W	wholehearted
06. F	fatherhood	15. O	overcome	24. X	xylophone
07. G	genuine	16. P	performance	25. Y	yearningly
08. H	hurricane	17. Q	quid pro quo	26. Z	zaniness
09. I	illusion	18. R	related

Wed, 22 Jul 2009 16:35:15 GMT

View Poll: Drabble Extensions?

Drabbles: Transformers (Sam x Bee )

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 21:37:35 GMT

Posted to beexsam
Well I decided to jump feet first into a new fandom with a series of drabbles each one is inspired by the song on the Revenge of the Fallen: OST. All most all are Bee x Sam, they range form funny to dark, general to pretty graphic. So read the warning on each drab.
Hope you enjoy.

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    New Divide: (Warning: Au, Dark,)(Pairing: bee x sam)
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    Sam found himself slipping on the blanket of ashes that coated the ground, but stood running on with his prize. The scavenged optic sensors showed him the world and data telling him when to hide, once at the compound he went straight to his goal. Bumblebee looked so small with his armour stripped away to help others since he could no longer fight, after the loss of his legs in mission city. Sam trilled at Bee feeding him the hard won enegron with loving care then Sam curled with Bumblebee and slept glad they survived another day under Megatron’s reign.
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    21 Guns: (Warning: Dark, Character Death)(Paring: bee x sam –; sorta)(Post R.o.t.F) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    His parents were out a vacation, a little thank you. Bee was taking Mikaela home. The rest of the Autobots were out doing what they did best. Alone, he had unplugged every phone and computer. That done Sam lay down in the bedroom looking at the glittering line of silver in the moonlight, he regretted only one thing, leaving Bee who meant more then anyone alive or dead.

    I’m sorry Bee but I just can’t fight the voices any more I have to stop it before I hurt someone, I hope one day you understand and forgive me.
    Love:
    Sam
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Let It Go: ( Warning: Kink, D/s, )(Pairing: bee x sam)
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    It was hard to let go of the control he was nothing if not strong willed. He squirmed panting it was so hard but when he gave up everything to Bee he never felt safer. “Ahh Bee please...please want to cum!” Sam felt his cheeks flush in shame as he begged for release struggling slightly against the straps that bound his nude, sweat slicked, body down to the leather seats and the tool that invaded him. “Please,” his voice cracked as Bee just purred softly continuing to torment him with unending pleasure as they sat out under the stars.
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    Capital M-E: (Warning: Ass!Optimus)(Pairing bee x sam)
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    They had been intertwined on the Camero’s yellow hood when there was a sound to the right two head snapped up to look at Optimus . The leader spoke Sam only understood half, but he got the meaning and traded a significant glance with Bee’s avatar and the blond nodded. They slipped off the hood and into the cabin, Sam reaching out the window to flip Big Bot the bird while Bee pried the Autobot sigil up and tossed it at his ex-leader's feet. Speeding off into the setting sun they swore to each other that nothing would ever stop them.
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    Never Say Never: (Warning: Sad-ish, Future Fic, Character Death)(Pairing: bee x sam)
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    Humans had such tiny fragile lives in the grand scheme of things, always trying to keep out of death’s shadow. Sam though had smiled through every pain, heartbreak, death and loss. Sam had a spirit that burned brighter then any spark the young scout had ever seen. He stayed with Sam though good times and bad, held him when that indomitable will was not enough, loved him deeply and always. He watched him now his spark chamber open, when Sam’s breath stopped he felt the man’s last spark merge with his, weeping in joy knowing Sam would never leave him.
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    Burn It To The Ground: (Warnings: crossover, Future Fic,)(Pairing: sam x bee, harry x draco)
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    Sam panted slightly breath heavy in his lungs as he ran the assault rifle firmly strapped over his chest the rocket launcher taking post on his back, ammo slung about him liberally. He glanced over at the man he ran with a leather trench, a little piece of wood and bits of jewelery hardly seemed good against Decepticons but the man was deadly effective.

    “I see them 10 O’clock” Harry shouted out, the altered their course running toward their partners the lithe blond some how standing on Bee’s shoulder covering his back. Sam grinned grabbing the rocket launcher still running.
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    Burning Down The House: (Warnings: Au)(Pairing: bee x sam)
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    “Hit the deck!” He shouted diving out of the building as a gout of flame shot up; the red-orange of the flame making his silver skin glow like sunset as the Bots scrambled to clean up... again. He watched the proceedings, wincing, then wandered over to rest against the Camero. -How many is that?- he transmitted to his mate watching as the fire was extinguished. -365 attempts so far- came the amused and concerned reply -Perhaps you should ...- Bee trailed off as Sam gave him ‘The Look’ and sighed - On to 366 then?- Sam grinned heading back into his lab.
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    Not Meant To Be: (Warning: Abuse, Future Fic) (Pairing sam x mikela, sam x bee)
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    ‘He’s smiling again goofy and kinda sweet, God when was the last time he had that look because of me?’ Mikaela looked down at her hands then back out the window even from here she could see the bruises she left this time. ‘ You smile, say it’s nothing, its complicated, it will get better. He doesn’t believe you I see the looks he gives me but its one battle he can’t fight. If he does you’ll never really be free... of me...’ Mikaela hissed in anger as her husband continued to wash his car, she wondered what she’d do to him tonight.
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    Real World: ( Warnings: Dark , Au, Torture)(pairing: sam x bee ... if you squint)
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    He screams as the blue electricity arcs over his flesh again.
    “What does this say?”
    The voice bored and bland symbols dance before his eyes he shakes shaking his head he doesn’t know, don’t they understand that?
    “What do they want?”
    The voice continues the pain hitting a crescendo looking at the Autobots Sam croaks “protect” the pain doubles he knows its not the answer they want.
    “Where do they hide?”
    The Con’s this time but he can only shake his head as the pain makes him scream “BUMBLEBEE!” in desperation. Dispassionately the S7 agent merely continues his monotone questions.
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    Don’t Think I Love You:(Warnings: threesome, Au, D/s) (Pairing: bee x ‘cade x sam)
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    Bumblebee leaned against Barricade’s chest plate “He’s beautiful Master but...” Bee trialed off watching Sam writhe in mid-air, tentacles of metal from both bots sliding slickly in his holes, the chemicals leaving him in near mindless pleasure. ‘Cade rubbed the interface port he had put in the younger bots spine making the little yellow scout whimper in pleasure.
    “Humans are such fragile things my little Bee not only in body but in mind umm?” ‘Cade’s touch was gentle as always. “I’ll let him go soon, “ ‘Cade murmured even as they watched Sam pass out again. “Soon but not right now.”
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    This Is It: (Warnings: Au, Mpreg, Mood Swings) ( Pairing: bee x sam)
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    “Go then! Go to your stupid ‘leader’ but don’t come back, you slagging heap of tin!” Bee whimpered slightly as Sam shouted at him, but he had been summoned and they would not call unless it was an emergency. Bee hated leaving Sam like this, but even now he had a duty so with an unhappy chirp he rolled out. After 4 months of this he knew what Rachet meant about mood-swings. “Bee....just...come back safe” Sam murmured as he moved away and he swore he would return to his mate and unborn sparkling as soon as he could.
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    Almost Easy: ( Warnings: Dark,) (Pairing bee x sam)(Post R.o.t.F)
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    It was a glitch he knew it was. He knew he shouldn’t disobey orders but he couldn’t help it; this glitch inside his processors driving him forward. It had been hard to get the Pretender body he had put his consciousness in for now, It had been harder to find the hospital but Bumblebee was good at his job. The Camero waited for them outside as Bee walked the halls of the hospital lips in a savage grin as he carried the figure of Samuel Witwiky still bound in the straight jacket, out of Shady Oaks Mental Hospital to freedom.
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    Transformers Theme:
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    Sam was humming as he drummed the steering wheel along with the tune in his head, barely even knowing that he had been doing it. “What have you got there pilgrim?” Bee’s radio crackled his voice having problems once again. “Ahh..” Sam blushed a little, “Nothing important Bee really.” He was saved by the bell so to speak as Bee picked up a Decepticon signal on their tail, the door opened letting Sam scrambled out and get into hiding as the Camero and a dump truck transformed and began to fight. “Transformers,” Sam hummed grinning as he watched, “Robots in disguise.”

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Fic: The Magic of Life (Gemini Arc) Prologue

Wed, 10 Dec 2008 15:27:52 GMT

Title: The Magic of Life (Gemini Arc) Prologue
Rating: Pg-13
Paring: Orig.
Disclaimer: World mostly not mine belonging to the BBC and the original Authors of the Arthurian Legends. Village, random people all mine!
Word Count: 665
Warnings: Merlin AU, Incest, H/c,
Summary: All tales have to begin somewhere though time stretches ever on in both directions, Herein we meet the Twins, a snapshot into a mind. Here begins the Gemini Arc
Note: My own little Merlin AU, Note Merlin and Arthur won't be in this until the Virgo Arc, At least not as major players. Skip if you want i Suppose but I happen to enjoy the story :P hence the writing it. Beta read by the Wonderful, goddesskeket thank you!

Sometimes he could almost see again the vivid colours of spring, the stark grey of winter, the smiling face, almost the same as his except for the higher numbers of sun made freckles and the scar on the upper lip. That body both like his own and different, again more of those little brown dots but also bigger stronger and with a faint spattering of scars. Their male organs were the same though, despite the body differences, twin obelisks of flesh erupting from dusky red curls. Sometimes the memories, for that is what they were, were so vivid that as they kissed under the sun dappled branches of the fragrant apple tree in bloom, he believed it was real and he could see again.

Then he would blink or gasp or shudder and the illusion was shattered the world descending back into the blackness. It wasn't even that he minded the swirling grey dark, with its flashes of dancing aura that was his life now. More it was the sensation, almost wrenching, of being ripped back into the dark after such beautiful sights, it hurt, burned like the fire had. Sometimes it made his heart weep from the pain of the loss and sometimes those tears filled his heart and spilled from his ruined eyes. During those times he would feel the body against his shift and warm strong arms would curl around him holding him rocking softly, and the sound of singing in that nightingale voice only he was ever privy to. He would cry, his cheek against the strong chest, listening to the music and the steady rhythm of the heart under his ear, and he would feel the movements, the gentle shift and sway and the blackness wouldn't matter anymore.

Other times, the darker times, when the sadness hit and he was alone he wondered who between them had been touched worse; Keaden with his twisted puckered scars, or his own blind eyes. On one hand Keaden's wounds were more visible and he could see the looks of horror, fear and disgust on the people’s faces. On the other he could see anything at all, and he hadn't been left virtually helpless by his scars. His own scars Keaden told him were almost beautiful little white/silvery dots like freckles on his cheeks and forehead, like some kind of dew drops. For the most part though he was happy and he was making his way in the world, he was working with the physician again his skills returning despite his lack of sight. In some ways in fact his lack of sight was a benefit, as he had gained a new ability from it, to see the energy of the world around him; it was magic he knew.

He and Keaden both had innate magic; to a degree they could sense magic in others and they could feel the warmth in them but they had no idea how to use the gifts their mother had left to them and their father hadn't understood. One day he hoped to be able to use the magic inside to help others but he was unsure that day would ever come.

He moved about their little home, built by the town in thanks for what they had done to save the farm and stop the fire from spreading at the expense of their own health, he put things away carefully using his hands and his ears to replace his lost eyes. That done he moved to the bedding where Keaden waited likely already in the grips of sleep, he ran a hand along the bedding to crawl in but felt Keaden move and pull him down into the warmth of the coverings. As he felt Keaden kiss his lips and murmur in sleepy lust he mused for the few seconds that his mind was still operational, that perhaps despite their differences now that they were still two halves of the same mould, he and his beloved twin.

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Fic: Secrect Union (drabble)(Merlin)

Thu, 27 Nov 2008 18:29:58 GMT

Also posted to ( community.livejournal.com/merlinxarthur/

Title: Secrect Union
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own neither the BBC's Merlin nor Arthurian legend. I have no money, no sue the hungry author!
Word Count: 768
Characters/Pairings: Merlin/Arthur, Gaius/Uther
Warnings/Spoilers: general plot mostly , future fic, death, about as slashy as the show :P
Summary: the ties that bind us are the most important things of all.
Author's Note: beta read by the wonderful </b></a>el_gilliath, Just a sad little something that spewed out of my brain while re-watching the sho

He was a man now, not the boy he had been when he had first arrived, darkening Gaius' doorstep. Things had happened then with what had felt like dizzying speed, always a new beast or curse to destroy. An Arthur to save, a kingdom to repair and all had to be done in secret, but through it all Gaius had been with him. Gaius, the man who had been both mentor and friend, who had become in many ways the father he had never known. Despite his age he had always been vital, full of life, though that had changed a little over one month ago. He remembered that day with crystal clarity.

He had been helping Gaius with some herbs and preparations when the servant boy ran in his face was flushed from effort his eyes wide with panic. “The King is ..." The boy had begun but Gaius had lifted his hand stopping him, "dead" the physician finished calmly. The servant had been sent out, after a moment Gaius stood head bowed and he moved to the King's chambers with measured steps. He had been bade to stay outside, as Gaius had opened the door and moved inside. In the room Arthur had stood, pale fists clenched at his sides, Gaius had spoken to him gently and sent him out of the room before closing the door. He had wrapped his arm around Arthur's shoulders offering him comfort to his grief as they had waited. When Gaius had emerged he was silent and seemed calm but he had been able to see the grayness the older man had developed.

It had been a heart attack and some had whispered it had been witchcraft, but in truth it had been a secret yet known affliction. One secret out of the many the former king had bid Gaius to keep and the other had kept his lips sealed. Gaius had begun to fade then as if his will and reason for living had faded. But he held on growing steadily older and greyer, more tired and weak. He remained for the funeral, for the coronation, and then the lift on the ban of magic by the new king. Now he lay there in his chambers his eyes distant as if he could see the gates of Avalon waiting for him to enter and finally to be at peace. “

Merlin" Gaius murmured his voice so soft it was barely there and yet felt with all the strength of a hammer blow. He looked at the older man, his hand worn with work had stroked the white hair soothingly.
“I am here Gaius" he murmured, watching the other closely as he took another shuddering breath as if the effort was just too much to bare,.
“I swore to keep it secret I swore but..." Gaius gasped shuddering softly "Arthur his ... you need to … to know,if you will be at his side you need to know he ..."

He stopped the other man with gentle motions and words soothingly stroking his hair his face sad, "I know Gaius ... I've known for years now." Gaius had looked at him puzzlement on his face his mouth opened and closed but no words emerged this time, "Nimueh told me. Tried to use it as a weapon to me make me distrust him ... foolish really ... I will never abandon him."

Gaius eyes closed and he shuddered nodding weakly and his fingers spasmed, before he gripped the older man's hand with one of his own the other still on the white hair.

"I ..." Gaius began shuddering weakly his breath a weak and hollow sound his eyes blinking trying to see past death's veil, he kissed the man's brow gentle and soft
"Suhh suhh now go to him join him Gaius, he is waiting. "

Gaius shuddered one last time a smile twisting his lips as his breath stopped, his heart joining it. He stayed a moment taking deep breaths before he lifted his hand and closed Gaius' eyes. He covered the body reverently and left the chambers, his face calm his eyes though distant, he did not move more then a few steps before an arm warm wrapped around his shoulders. He looked into the face of Arthur and as he had comforted the man now king, who in turn was comforting him now.

"Preparations will be taken care of. Come Merlin, sit at my side" Arthur had murmured as he led the other man from the physician’s rooms. He looked at Arthur his eyes tired but he smiled lightly.
"Always sire" he murmured as they moved off together.

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Merlin-(White Rabbit)

Thu, 27 Nov 2008 18:13:05 GMT

Hey just a little Merlin Fan-vid I threw together! I have an explanation of the scenes below the vid if any one is interested.

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1)Intro riff: it had a sense of movement that I want to convey hence travelling Merlin

2) one pill make you larger and one pill make you small just a random Gaius medication scene i liked the emphatic gestures in this so I used it :P

3) but the ones that mother gives you don't do anything at all this was rather obvious Hunith being Merlin's mother and Arthur rejecting the food as if it's useless.

4) go ask alice! it might seem funny that I’ve cast Merlin as Alice but I think it works, in a way he has been cast down the rabbit hole into a strange new world with new rules he can't understand and is trying desperately to get through with his head attached to his neck

5) when she's ten feet tall I chose this sequence because if you look closely it almost seems like the great dragon is bowing to Merlin/"alice"

6) and if you go chasing rabbits ok yes I know giant siders of death are not rabbits but i thought it looked cute :P

7) and you know your going to fall Arthur dangling from a ledge how could I Not use this?

8) tell'em a hookah smoking caterpillar has given you the call Now in part I chose it to match the words but to be honest mostly I chose it because the caterpillar was wise but confusing and enigmatic just like our good friend the great dragon

9) go ask alice! when she was just small Merlin/"alice" knocked on his ass looking up , and his first day as the prince's servant and training dummy? i think that counts as small on many levels :P

10) when men on the chess board Arthur is a knight (as well as a prince) and a knight is a chess piece, I also felt it showed the strings of fate moving them like living game pieces

11) get up and tell you where to go Arthur again as the "knight" recurring theme in this vid, is well moving

12 and you've just had some kind of mushroom Merlin/"alice" picking mushrooms I just couldn't resist meh maybe I’ll do a fic one day with Merlin or Arthur eating some bad mushrooms or should i say "good" lol

13) and you mind is moving low I figured it fit trust me people hallucinating look a bit wonky as the world looks wonky to them.

14) go ask alice! think she'll know two reason's I picked this 1) it looked like the "knight" is talking to "alice", 2) I think they look adorable in this =^_^=

15) when logic and proportion, Have fallen sloppy dead My least favourite scene in terms of cutting, but I was trying to show the conflict between what Merlin/"alice" knew should be happening and should be done and what he feared/believed would/could happen ...

16) and the White Knight is talking backwards Arthur again as a knight the white knight to be exact, and while he isn't "talking backwards" I felt the turning evil, betraying Merlin/"alice" counted at messed up behaviour

17) and the Red Queen's "off with her head!" Ironically when I first put this together in my mind I thought the line was "and the red queen's off her head" and grabbed the clip based on that, But it could also be seen as Uther gleefully signing someone’s death warrant. The reasons I chose Uther as the red queen are to me obvious, 1) royalty, 2) penchant for red,3)insane/fixated on one thing,4)bad temper

18) remember what the dormouse said why cast Gaius as the doormouse? well aside from the obvious offering advise to Merlin/"alice", I also found it fitting as the doormouse was distinctly out of reality but trapped in it Similar to the position Gaius often find himself in as a distant observer.

19) feed your head ... feed your head perhaps my favourite scene, Merlin/"alice" feeding his head so to speak while watching the "white knight" , the look of determination, and the part at the end where the goblet rolls away from the dead/stoned? Merlin/"alice" lovely :P
well thanks all I hope you enjoyed the vid and/or the explanation until next time poppets!