Smiling

I smile at his stupid movie trivia, but inside I cringe. Chances are, when I'm not fully occupied, my eyes stray to his face. It's a handsome face, just a little bit boyish. I try to hide my smile as he picks on our teammate. Sometimes I get the colloquialisms wrong, just so that I can hear his voice correcting me. I would follow his voice even if it meant my death.

I just can't forget what he said in Africa. I knew that I could ask him anything then, and he would tell me the truth, but I couldn't bring myself to ask. I couldn't bear it if he had said it was duty and not love.

We will carry on as we are. It's comfortable, easy, routine. But not what I want.

(NCIS)

Wishes in the Night

Percy looked with longing on the woman that he loved, the woman that he adored, the woman that he would die for. She sat beside him on the long drives that he liked to take at night, the darkness enfolding them. He wanted to reach out and hold her, to caress her and to whisper in her ear how much he loved her. He knew that he should not, that she could still be a traitor. After all, she had sent the Marquise family to the guillotine.

He allowed himself the slightest pleasure as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear that had escaped from her perfectly coiffed hair. He could live a while on that one touch alone.

Death of a Foe

Edmond would not let Fernande get away from him this time. Last time he had not the skill to stop his enemy, but now he was powerful, he could not be stopped this time. He would not let him get away. Suicide would be to quick and to easy. He had expertly orchestrated his opponents downfall, it could not be stopped, not for Heaven or for Hell. And either way, Edmond would have his revenge.

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Fernande looked up at the man standing in the doorway, heard how he had cause all his current misery, and felt it, sharply, as the bullet found his breast. Dimming eyes showed him his old rival, the one that Mercedes had chosen over him, he who had ended his life. And he could not fault him for it.

Ronon off his Game

Ronon growled in frustration as John landed several blows in rapid succession. It was just nonsense, stupid Earth nonsense about bad luck, he did not believe in such things, but the evidence seemed to contradictory. It was not possible that an innocent act could cause any of this to happen. And yet John had scored three of the last five sparring matches.

Not only that, but McKay was actually making sense to him, that in itself was a bad sign. He also had not hit a single target dead center the whole day. Ronon had even gone as far as to see Dr. Keller, to see if she could determine some sort of illness that could cause him to become suddenly uncoordinated.

Ronon found himself back in the infirmary with a broken nose. Teyla had opened the one door in Atlantis that swung rather than slid, and had nailed him in the face.

Later when Teyla came to see him she did not see him in his room until a slight sound gave him away. Bending over Teyla looked under his bed and saw him curled up in the fetal position.


He swore to himself that he would kill the next black cat that he saw.

First Sight

Lirael drew on the hated garment, the blue that meant that she still didn't have the sight like her sisters, and rolled her eyes at her Aunts hurrying her along to the ceremony. Yet another of the sisters had gained the sight. Every Watch saw new sisters joining their ranks. Lirael wished that she could go and hide, so she would not have to be humiliated again.

She marched with the others, bored and wishing to be anywhere else, she didn't even pay attention when the Watch started to call the names of the new visionaries, and one by one they came to the front to receive their robes and circlets. Lirael was startled out of her self misery when the entire body of women turned in her direction. Lirael felt her aunt nudge her sharply, and motioned her to walk forward.

Confused, Lirael stood and walked towards the front of the assembly. The Voice of the Watch, waited for her. Her steps faltered as she realized what this meant. The two powerful seers draped her slim form in the white robe of a seer and placed the moonstone circlet on her brow. Two tears slipped down her face as she Saw for the first time.

Trust and Betrayal

I should have trusted him, should have known he would never betray me, and here I have betrayed him. I thought that he didn't mean what he said. I didn't trust myself. I didn't think that he could love me, I didn't know that he did. And now I have hurt him worse than he could ever have hurt me.

He looked at me with such pleading in his eyes, a desire for me to understand, but I would not. I could not, and now it is to late.

And now, I could never get back what I never had.

Breaking The Rules

He watched her standing in the fury of the storm, wild and untameable. His eyes darted back and forth, making sure that there was no one else around. Walking with stealth he stole closer to his target, closer to victory.

She twitched her blond hair out of her eyes, still facing into the storm, letting the rain mingle with her tears. She jerked to full alert when she heard the sound of a footstep behind her. Quick as lightning she turned on the person behind her; years of military training coursing through her body. She shifted into a fighters crouch.

The military man backed up a step, raising his hands to show he meant no harm, a warm smile flashed across his craggy and weather worn face. He inched closer.

The woman straightened up; snapping off a sharp salute to the man in front of her, though her eyes were hard, mocking and empty. She swallowed painfully, sadness flashed in her face when she remembered all that she wanted, and all that regulations said that she could not have.

The superior officer returned the gesture and then, dropping all pretenses, he closed the gap and pulled her into his arms, whispering vows never to let her go.

Growth at Home

She looked at all the children around her and smiled. She glanced around at her domain, the greenhouses. The benign and the dangerous lived there side by side, she was mistress to them all. She reveled in the smell of the fertilizer and the steady fall of rain. The slow growth of plants never bothered her, nor the lifetime that she had spent to make these greenhouses what they were.

She gave a thought to the plants that she wanted to bring in to make a part of her home when...

“Professor Sprout, the Venomous Tentacula has Longbottom again.”

A Change in Course

They moved through the shadowed forest scant more than shadows themselves, proud and noble they had little to do with humans.

He once was one of them, watching stars, at one with the course of the world. His life changed when he helped a little boy.

This day was unlike the others; he was riding through the forest when he felt a great evil in the woods. Drawing his bow he went in search of it; anything truly evil must be destroyed, and he could feel it.


Seeing a boy and a girl backed up against a tree, he acted.

Thoughts of a Colossus

He tried to fit his massive frame through the door, it was a tight fit, but he managed to squeeze through. It was tough being big, tough when he towered over his classmates. He was always careful about his movements, he didn't want to hurt anyone, though inevitably someone always was hurt. He was excluded from many things that the other students were able to do; like ride broomsticks, he was just to big.

His real passion however was creatures, big, small, dangerous, it didn't matter, he loved them, especially the dangerous ones, they were just misunderstood, like he was.

Canned Ego

“Stand and fight you knave!”

No one ever accepts my challenges. I am the bravest in the castle, there is none better than me in a fight. Yet they blithe ignore my prowess in battle and my honor as a knight. They point and laugh at me, ME the greatest swordsman who ever lived inside or outside of a painting.

The knight in the painting trips over his armored feet and lands in a heap beside his horse, trying to rise he gets his sword caught in the straps of the horses harness an falls again, panting with exhaustion.

Reflections of a Ghost

Everyone fears me, though I have done no wrong in so long, after all how could I. My appearance is enough to drive them away. The other ghosts shun me, yet look to me to lay down the law.
The others are favorites with the students, Nicholas with his humorous almost beheading in particular, but the blood on my shade, so dishonorable, penance I wear for eternity.
Occasionally I do take pleasure in causing a panic, just to see them run, it is amusing to see them fear me, whom nobody knows. Peeves fears me.

I am the Bloody Baron

Never Good Enough

She could be anyone; short, tall, young, or old. But she could never be what he wanted. He would never have her, would never love her that way. Oh she could follow him and he would never know, he never saw her anyway.

Tonks watched him with sad eyes as he passed by her, heading towards the meeting. He patted her shoulder in passing and it felt as if he had burned her, body and soul. Her heart wrenched in her chest and she closed her eyes against the threatening tears.


She was not good enough for him to love.

Kali Was Never Normal

She was dangerous.

Sparks showered around her, bright with the silent warning. The darkness fluttered around her as she arose from her crouch, her eyes still narrow ocher slits, chest rumbling with displeasure. Her lithe body slunk through the shadows, She was an animal, she was a human, she was neither and both at the same time.

Kali slid into her seat beside Tobias. "So where were you last night," he asked.
Kali shrugged, "no where in particular."

Tobias looked at her with his deep brown eyes in disbelief. "I know you better than that. How is Saia," he whispered.