duchessofavalon

duchessofavalon @ 2009-02-12T15:22:00

2009-02-12T20:23:46Z

So...wow. I should definitely be posting on this more, I'm sure it's been way over a year but I'm just too lazy to look right now. I am however going to be making an effort to actually post more, I miss it!

Also, I would just like to take this chance to say, yay. Lucky and Liz.

Fanmix: Tim/Tyra, FNL

2008-01-18T03:40:10Z

So, I was inspired by one certain song the other day and decided to make a Tim/Tyra fanmix.

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i. all again for you- we the kings
You were everything that's bad for me
Make no apologies, I'm crushed black and blue
But you know I'd do it all again for you

ii. come home- onerepublic
There’s someone I’ve been missing
I think that they could be
The better half of me
They’re in their own place trying to make it right
But I’m tired of justifying

iii. this is our town- we the kings
As I gently close my eyes
I hear you whisper softly
As we continue our goodbyes
And all I ask
Is that you'll be there
When I return

iv. non-believer- larocca
She belongs somewhere else, away from my side
...she belongs somewhere else, where pain isn't hope
and lives get every chance, not part of every plan

v. sway- the perishers
I talk to you as to a friend
I hope that's what you've come to be
It feels as though we've made amends
Like we found a way eventually
...I don't wanna hurt you
I don't wanna make you sway
Like I know I've done before
I will not do it anymore

vi. push and pull- nikka costa
Another day goes on by
And he never speaks his heart
He takes his chance with what he's got
It's too late now to stop

vii. tim mcgraw- taylor swift
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck
On backroads at night
And I was right there beside him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone

viii. leaving town alive- joy lenz
So till the morning breaks
Go and make your mistakes
Don’t be surprised if your heart hurts
Life is for the living, the forgiven and for leaving town alive

ix. always come back to you- ryan cabrera
Cause we're a long way from home
But I'll always come back to you

x. by your side- sade
you think i'd leave your side baby
you know me better than that
you think i'd leave you down when you're down on your knees
i wouldn't do that

xi. power of goodbye- madonna
Your heart is not open so I must go
The spell has been broken, I loved you so
You were my lesson I had to learn
I was your fortress you had to burn

xii. how strong do you think i am- alexz johnson
And just because I want someone when I'm alone,
Doesn't mean I'm helpless,
That I can't stand on my own.
How far can we go before we break?
How long can I wait?

Hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think.

Nail Polish and Quidditch

2008-01-14T20:12:46Z

This is a giftfic for a friend of mine (amaunet from The Road Ahead- it's a Harry Potter RPG set after Deathly Hallows.

Note to self. Make pimping post later.

Anyhow, it was supposed to be a Christmas fic, but it got....er....delayed. But it's here now! It's a collaboration between myself and zeft with our characters from RA, Meghan McCormack and Marcus Flint.

Hope you enjoy it, love. Mwah.

“Why the hell do girls do that, anyway?”

Meghan McCormack glanced up from where she was painting her toenails purple (she was also going to paint little gold stars on them) for the next Prides match, and looked through the doorway of her bathroom, raising her eyebrows at the man standing in front of her rather girly bathroom vanity, wearing nothing but a towel and attempting to comb his hair. She nearly laughed, because all of her towels were purple and green and blue striped (not to mention with pink flowers all over them), and it was a strange combination.

After appreciating the view for a moment, she sighed and spoke. “Why do girls do what, though I am a little afraid to ask such an open-ended question?”

Marcus waved his hand in her general direction. "You know, that. Polish. Stuff. No one's going to see it anyway. Waste of bloody time." He searched for his clothes. They were around...somewhere. He got on his knees and looked under the bed. Oooh, a shirt. He wondered where that had gotten to.

Meghan rolled her eyes. Honestly. “The point is that I’ve done it before every single match that I have ever played, and I haven’t ever gotten grievously injured.” Just to be on the safe side, though, she reached behind her and knocked on her wooden headboard, thus proving her next statement that “We Quidditch players are a superstitious lot. I always paint my toenails in Prides colors, and I always use a hair-tie that I nicked from Kirley to tie my hair back."

She looked over the edge of her bed. "What are you doing, anyway? Hey. Isn't that the shirt you were wearing last week?"

"Looking for my clothes," said Marcus. "I bet you hid them, didn't you?" He pulled the shirt out. It was plain black, naturally. He slipped it on.

"Oh, yes. You caught me." She leaned back onto the multi-colored pillows heaped near her headboard, waving her wand so that it blew hot air on her toes (after charming the little gold stars on them, of course). "I figured if you didn't have any clothes I could keep you here forever." She rolled her eyes again, making a face at him.

"You know, we should go clothes shopping for you," she commented. "You need some shirts that aren't black."

"And why is that, oh fashionable one?" He found some shorts and slipped them on, throwing the towel away. "Tell me what is wrong with a black wardrobe. It goes with everything."

Meghan sighed melodramatically. "'It goes with everything?' That's because everything else is black- and so of course it goes with everything else. That is black." She reached down to feel her toenails, making sure that they were dry, then leaned back, folding her arms across her chest. "It was just a suggestion."

"So," he grinned, "we are agreed that it goes with everything, and that I will NOT be changing my wardrobe." He sat down on the bed next to her. "You know when you fold your arms it only draws more attention to your boobs, right?"

Meghan gave him her best sidelong glare. "We are most certainly NOT agreed. I think something in a nice purple would go well with your eyes," she said, grinning mischievously. She unfolded her arms, reaching for her nail polish bottle again and rolling it between her hands.

"Is that a threat?"

"Absolutely." Meghan sat up straight, tapping her chin with her right index finger and thinking. "You know, there's a Prides shirt that would probably fit you in my closet." She gave him her most winning smile.

"I don't think we've known each other long enough for me to play out your biggest sexual fantasy, darling."

Meghan arched an eyebrow delicately. "And what might that be?" she asked, turning so that she was laying on her side, propping herself up on her elbow. "Please, do elaborate."

Marcus lay down and mimicked her position. "Oh, I couldn't say out loud. It's your fantasy, after all. It wouldn't be proper." He gave her a winning smile that he knew had no chance in hell of working, but at least she might laugh at the attempt.

Meghan scoffed loudly, shaking her head, but she couldn't manage to keep a chuckle from escaping. "Well, I can honestly tell you that I have no fantasy that involves you and anything to do with the Prides. I was just trying to get a little color into your wardrobe." She smiled lazily- he was actually acting slightly human for once. She wondered briefly how long it would last.

"Ha -next you'll be wanting to put fruit and vegetables in my diet," he remarked. "You are cute when you try, though."

"What, exactly, is wrong with fruits and vegetables?" she queried, making a face when he dared to call her 'cute'. Interesting word choice for Marcus, she thought. "Although- at least I'm not trying to get you to cut your hair."

"And believe me, I'm grateful for that," a devilish thought came to him, but before he could say it he needed to make sure she wasn't going to kick him where it hurt, "Cupcake."

"Cupcake?" Meghan said, her voice dangerously soft. She just looked at him, daring him to say more.

Marcus could not resist a dare. "Yes, Cupcake. Deliciously gorgeous Cupcake."

Okay. That wasn't fair. To call her gorgeous (a word he like, never used. ever.) and then call her "cupcake" in the same breath? She closed her eyes briefly.

When she opened them, he was still there. She wasn't sure if she was happy about that or not. "Stop calling me Cupcake," was all that she could muster, and even that sounded half-hearted.

Marcus laughed. "Very firm order, McCormack. I'm quaking, really. Brrr." He pretended to shiver.

Meghan frowned. "I mean it. And none of those sexy smirks, either, those don't get you out of trouble." She made a face.

"My smirks are sexy, now? Wow, you do have it bad."

Meghan rolled her eyes. "Taking it out of context, Flint. I am merely saying that you need to stop calling me Cupcake, or else I cannot be held responsible for the consequences," she informed him, pointing a finger at him.

Marcus stuck his tongue out. "Fine, I shall just refer to you as McCormack Minor for the rest of your life."

"Minor?" she repeated, looking rather offended. "Just what are you saying? And very mature, by the way," she added, gesturing to the face he was making.

"Well, your mother is McCormack Major so...you're McCormack Minor. I think as a Ravenclaw you can appreciate the logic of that."

"You know what I can appreciate the logic of? The fact that you're ridiculous." Meghan rolled her eyes, rolling over onto her back to stare at the ceiling. "What time is it, anyway?"

"What am I, your personal timekeeper now? Find out yourself." Marcus grabbed the clock that was on the bedside table and plopped it onto her stomach.

"It would have taken far less effort for you to just look and see what the clock said," Meghan drawled, shaking her head. "Must you always be so contrary?" Looking down at the clock, she swore. "It's later than I thought. And some of us have to be at the pitch at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning."

Marcus nudged her. "You know what is wonderfully relaxing and will put you to sleep right afterwards?"

"Listening to you talk about yourself?"

"I said afterwards, not during."

"Oh, yes. That is true." Meghan rolled her eyes. "Good night, Marcus." She paused, turning her head to look at him. "You going or staying?"

"That depends. Do you actually want me to go see you play tomorrow?"

"I'm not going to make you," she said, looking back up at the ceiling. "And there is the small fact that the game is against the Falcons."

"But yes. It would be nice if you were there."

Marcus cocked his head to one side and regarded her curiously. "Really?"

"Really what? That we're playing the Falcons or that I actually want you at the match?"

"That you actually want me there."

"It's that much of a shock to you?" Meghan looked back at him. "This is what I do, and I happen to enjoy having the people that....the people in my life there to watch the match."

Damn the warm and fuzzy feeling. Damn it all to hell. Quick, think of something sarcastic to say before you lose it completely. Ah, fuck it. Marcus schooled his features back into an expression of nonchalance. "Fine. Since you feel that way, I suppose I can forgive you for totally ignoring my request for sex earlier," he declared graciously. "And I suppose I can stay. Screw Adrian and his pub crawl." And because he knew it would annoy the hell out of her, Marcus decided to lean over and give her a long, deep and overly theatrical kiss. "Night, Meg."

"Pub crawl?" Meghan began to ask, but she was quickly silenced. She made sure to glare extra-sternly at him after he pulled away, though once all the lights were off she allowed herself to give in to the urge to grin like the ridiculous female that she was. And because she knew that it would annoy the hell out of him, she moved over a little until she was right up against him, her head on his shoulder. 'Night."

20 Facts Fic: Robin Scorpio

2007-12-07T20:45:00Z

Also, just to let you guys know, my 20 facts stories usually turn out more narrative-ish.

1. Sonny used to wear two silver bands that had belonged to Stone- Robin had given them to him after Stone died. Her first Christmas back in Port Charles, he gave her one of them. It now resides (permanently) on the middle finger of her left hand.

2. Her cameo ring had long since been turned into a necklace so that she could wear it closer to her heart.

3. She hadn't seen her ex-stepmother Holly in almost twenty years before she saw her that day in the Markham Islands. Holly had changed- she wasn't the caring woman that Robin remembered. She was harder, somehow, as though the years had not been kind to her.

4. Robin had this odd feeling that the last time her mother had left Port Charles on a "mission", just after the Eli Love concert, it had been to yank her father out of some kind of trouble. Come on. Black market alien bones?

5. The first time Uncle Mac had seen her with her nose pierced, he had sputtered and gaped for a few moments before ordering her to take it out, because he didn't want Maxie to get any ideas.

6. When she was a child, she idolized her father and though that Robert Scorpio could do anything. When she was grown up, he proved her right by coming back into her life so suddenly, and she hated that part of her was so happy to see him, because the rest was so angry.

7. If you asked Robin what she wanted to be when she grew up, she would tell you (even now, because she hardly considered herself grown up) Anna Devane Scorpio. Not her job, but the way that she lived her life. She had been through so much, yet still somehow managed to have such an amazing outlook on life. Robin thinks that that is probably where she got her strength.

8. Robin had a little sister once, Leora. She wished so much sometimes that she had been able to spend more time with her before she died. Robin also wished that Anna would tell Robert about Leora- that was one of the few things about Anna's life that Robin's father didn't know, and Robin believed that he should.

9. No matter what, Brenda Barrett would always be not just Robin's best friend, but her sister. Oh, wait- Brenda Barrett Morgan. Apparently having three names made you sound more professional in the business world.

10. Robin would always love Jason. Always. She wasn't in love with him anymore, but she did love him for who they had been to each other, and she was incredibly grateful (not to mention happy) that they had regained their friendship.

11. Patrick Drake was the most utterly infuriating man on the planet. And Robin loved him more than she had anyone since Stone.

12. Part of her was screaming at her to take him back, even though he didn't want children and she did. She gave in to that part for maybe a day before she realized that she couldn't do it- she couldn't give up her dream of being a mother, and so she had to give up part of her heart instead.

13. That day, that one day that she gave into her need to be with Patrick ended up giving her the other thing that she wanted most in the world. Ironic.

14. She didn't tell Patrick at first- didn't tell anyone at first, except Kelly anyway, and when everyone else did find out they all just thought that she had gone to a sperm bank. And it was easy to avoid telling Patrick, because he went off to a four week medical conference in Lausanne during February (around the same time everyone else found out). When he got back, however, she was four months along and showing.

15. She was finishing giving Sonny and Carly (and Jacks) instructions on how to take care of Morgan's broken arm (he had climbed a tree and fallen) when Patrick stepped off the elevator. She hadn't gained weight anywhere else, but her swollen stomach was quite visible under the fitted Eli Love concert tee she was wearing under her open lab coat.

16. To his credit, he didn't faint- or flip out. He merely stared for a few moments before moving to sit in the waiting area. When she was done with Morgan, he stood again and walked to her. Robin took Patrick's hand and led him to an empty OR and over the next three hours (with interruptions from their beepers) they somehow managed to hash things out, though things were still tense.

17. Robin turned out to be a stereotypical pregnant woman. She wanted things such as banana ice cream, with pickles as a topping and hot sauce drizzled on top. And, oddly, Patrick was more than happy to go and get them when she called him at 3 a.m. She also found it amusing, because he and Uncle Mac often tried to outdo each other with getting her whatever she wanted first.

18. The first time Robin held Robert Alan Drake, she cried. He was so tiny, and perfect, and all hers. No- theirs.

19. The first time Robin saw Patrick hold Robbie, she cried. He was staring down at their little boy as though he had discovered the reason that he was alive.

20. One night when Robbie was about three months old, Robin had come home from the hospital a little later than she had intended (Epiphany had tried to send her home early and she had ended up being late because they were fighting) and found the apartment quiet- too quiet. After hanging up her coat, she went into the bedroom where she found Patrick laying on the bed, sound asleep, their son sleeping on his chest. She stood there for a moment, contemplating how lucky she was, before slipping off her shoes and crawled onto the bed with them. She was asleep within moments.

5 Things Fics (General Hospital)

2007-12-05T21:11:25Z

1. Paris was everything that Robin said it would be and more, Georgie thought. She loved being there. One of her favorite things to do was stop by a cafe on her way home and just sit outside at a table with a croissant and her book, listening to the accents of the people walking by.

2. As she looked around the church, she couldn't believe that she was actually here- especially for the reason that she was. "You look fine," she said, turning back to look into the vestibule at her mother. "Are you ready?"

"Absolutely," Felicia said, looking back out into the church toward the end of the aisle, and smiled.

Frisco beamed back.

3. "Are you really sure that this is a good idea?" Georgie asked, looking around as she entered the huge suite. The island was beautiful. She turned and looked back over her shoulder to where Spinelli was coming in the door.

"Well, yes, the Godfather said that, that it would be fine for the Jackal and Fair Georgianna to stay here for a few days," Spinelli said, stumbling through the doorway under the weight of Georgie's six bags and his one. He dropped them all on the floor, gently placing his laptop on a nearby table. "So, are we ready to, hit the beach?"

Georgie said nothing, just grinned and ran for the door. Spinelli wasn't far behind as he chased her out the sliding glass doorway.

4. Georgie sighed as she approached her older sister's grave, kneeling and laying down the bouquet of white roses that she had brought with her.

"So...it's your birthday," she said, running her fingers over the name on the headstone. Maria Maximiliana Jones. "B.J. says hi...and that she misses you." Georgie laughed a little. "She's stressing over her med school applications, but I told her not to worry. Robin's helping her out." She sighed, feeling her eyes well up. "I miss you. And I wish you had gotten longer than four years here on this earth....I need a sister."

Blowing a kiss to the headstone, she stood. "I'll be back." As she walked away she whispered, "I love you, Max."

5. Georgie looked around her one last time. She couldn't believe that she was leaving her childhood home to go so far away. Her things were all packed around her in suitcases, and boxes that Mac would ship later. Feeling a little sorry for herself, she sat back down on her bed, intending to have a little cry.

There was a knock on the door. "Hey, you ready?"

Georgie turned around and smiled, wiping her eyes as she saw her ex-husband's spikey hair appear in the doorway. "Yeah," she said, standing. "Let's go to L.A."

1. "No, it's supposed to be on the other side!"

Cruz glared over at his new best friend- or so she called herself. She was currently helping him decorate his house for Christmas, and apparently he had hung one of the ornaments on the wrong side of his Christmas tree. "Oh, yeah? Well, then why don't you put it where it goes, querida?"

"Thank you, I will," Courtney Matthews said pertly, taking the brightly colored glass ball from him and moving it to where she had decided it belonged. She turned back around and gasped when she found him much closer to her than he had been a moment before. "Um, hi."

"Hi." He motioned upwards, and she looked. "Forgot you put that there, huh?" he asked, talking about the mistletoe that she had hung earlier that evening. Before she had a chance to respond, his arms were around her and his lips were on hers.

2. There was nothing worse, to Cruz Rodriguez, than a Yankees fan.

Therefore, when his fiancee confessed to him that the New York Yankees were her favorite team, the first (unedited) thing that came out of his mouth was, "I can't marry you."

Emily Quartermaine just stared at him. Then, a slow grin spread across her face. "I bet I can convince you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm," she said, scooting closer to him on their couch. She began kissing his neck. "By the end of the night you'll be screaming 'Go Yankees'..."

"Over my dead-"

3. "But if I keep catching these bad guys, and you keep letting them out..."

Cruz was interrupted by a pair of warm lips on his, and he returned the kiss fervently. When he pulled away, he fixed her with a firm stare. "You're a lawyer. You can't just end an argument by kissing me. Is that what you do in court?"

Sam McCall burst into delighted laughter. "Hardly. I don't think that Baldwin would appreciate that, do you?"

4. Cruz was walking down the hallways of GH, minding his own business, when all of a sudden a pair of slender arms dragged him into a supply closet. Suddenly he was being kissed harshly, not that he was complaining, and there were small, warm hands all over him. Suddenly, he pulled back.

"Wait, didn't your cousin get a staph infection in this closet?"

Robin Scorpio gave him a stern glare- and for someone barely over five feet tall, she could sure glare. "I don't plan on getting naked in here. Do you?"

"Maybe."

"Cruz!"

5. He ran up to his front door as fast as he could. He was late and she would be worried. Unlocking the front door, he headed into the living room.

As soon as she saw him, she leapt up from the couch and ran to him, launching herself into his arms, peppering his face and neck with kisses before taking his mouth with her own. Finally, when they were in need of air, they pulled apart.

"Please don't ever scare me like that again," Lulu Spencer demanded, taking his face in both of her small, delicate hands. She kissed him again, quick.

"Can't make promises, camorrista," he said, but shook his head. "I'll do my best."

"That's all I ask."

duchessofavalon @ 2007-11-16T23:42:00

2007-11-17T04:43:48Z

Sob. That was the most beautiful line ever. I love Becky Herbst.

That is all.

Drabble meme!

2007-10-25T21:21:40Z

Okay, so I'm bored. And I want to write, but I have no inspiration at the moment. So who wants drabble fics??

Leave a comment with a pairing or character, fandom, and prompt word or phrase or whatever, and I shall write you a drabbly thing.

Wow. (General Hospital OMG/WTF/Squee).

2007-10-16T19:43:45Z

So from the first scene with the two of them today, I knew that there was going to be some sort of Diane/Max thing- I actually suspected it back when they had that scene where they were playing gin in Sonny's office. And OMG, this is fabulous. I can tell I'm going to be utterly amused. And that music!!!!! Hehee....thoughts?

EDIT: Oh, wow. LOL. He can't cheat on Carly? I think I might die.....:) I'm pretty much falling over giggling right now.

Also,: meme stolen from leobrat. Sounds fun.

Leave a comment with a random made-up title to a fic. No characters, no fandoms. I'll write up a quick little synopsis of what I think it would be about.

Okay, fine, PTB. (General Hospital commentary)

2007-10-03T19:32:15Z

So it's days like today that make me remember that I love Scott Baldwin. He's been dismissing that Logan is his son for like, months, and now that he finds out that he is, what does he do? He tells Logan about Lee and Gail, about Karen and Serena. He tells him he wants him to meet Serena.

I missed you, non-psycho Scotty!

That is all. For now, anyway.

EDIT: Damn you, Baldwin. You had to go and ruin it by threatening to charge Nikolas for putting the beat-down on Logan. Who totally deserved it, by the way.

:(

Home Again, 3/?

2007-10-02T18:42:35Z

Title: Home Again
Fandom: General Hospital
Pairings: too many to list. :)
Rating: Teen
Author's Note: Chapter Three of this epic thingy.

Part One
Part Two

Chapter Three

“You cannot keep leaving your towels on the floor if you want us to keep living together.”

Patrick Drake glared at his girlfriend from across their table. She was biting her lip in an apparent attempt to keep from giggling. “That’s not funny,” he told her. “I think you just made me have a small heart attack.”

“Yeah, right. You know as well as I do that that’s not possible,” Robin retorted, still chuckling. “The look on your face was great, though. But seriously, that’s actually not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Patrick raised his left eyebrow. “Well then, what did you want to talk to me about?” he asked, more curious about her answer this time, instead of dreading it.

“What do you think about dogs?”

***** ****** ******

“Thanks for bringing me back here,” Lucky said as he, Liz, and Lulu walked into the PCPD. Elizabeth and Lulu were dropping Lucky off at the station before going shopping for baby stuff, something that Lulu was rather excited about. She loved shopping for Spencer and even though it was a little hard sometimes because of what had happened between her and Dillon, it was getting easier with time to be around babies and baby stuff. There was also the fact that she couldn’t help being excited about being an aunt again, she thought to herself, smiling as Liz answered Lucky.

“It’s no problem, sweetie,” she said. “It’s on the way, and besides, I kind of wanted to talk to you about some things.” Lulu took this as her cue to wander away, ending up at Cruz’s desk. The chair was empty, she noted, and sat on top of the desk, picking up a picture frame that had been sitting on the corner of the desk and looking at it. Cruz smiled up at her out of the picture, his arms around a woman she knew to be his twin sister, Maritza, who was holding a little girl that Lulu assumed was his niece Anita. She smiled before setting the picture back down and resting her chin in her hand, her elbow propped on her knee; her feet were in his chair. Sighing, she let herself recede into thought.

Who was the man in that photograph? Sometimes Lulu thought she knew, but other times he seemed like a complete stranger to her. She knew it was because he was afraid of letting her get too close to him- he had this thing about him being too old for her and blah blah. Lulu frowned. She was just going to have to convince him that that wasn’t a problem. Lulu always had been rather mature for her age. Well, not mature, she thought, correcting herself. More just older than her age, probably due to the fact that her mother was a prisoner of her own mind and her father was absent, both emotionally and physically. Lulu hadn’t seen him since Christmas, when he had given her her mother’s ring- for “safekeeping”, Luke had said. Lulu reached for it unconsciously- she wore it on a chain around her neck at all times, only taking it off when she slept or got in the shower, although she wore it on her hand on special occasions.

She was snapped out of her reverie by someone tugging on one of her curls. Looking up, she saw one of the objects of her musings and grinned. “Well, hello Detective.”

“Hey. What are you doing here- on my desk?” he asked, looking at her pointedly. She shrugged, smiling impishly up at him.

“Liz and I are dropping Lucky off before we go shopping for baby stuff,” she confessed. “What was it that Lansing so desperately needed you to do?” Cruz frowned, shaking his head before moving her feet out of his chair and sitting down. The moment he was sitting again, Lulu put her feet back in the chair, in his lap. He gave her a Look, but said nothing about it, thankful that she was sitting on the side of his desk instead of in the middle so that he could at least keep working.

“Nothing that important,” Cruz said finally. “Not that warranted me having to leave lunch, anyway.” Somehow one of his hands had ended up on her feet and he looked down at the heel of the boot that graced her left foot. “How do you not kill yourself in these things?” he asked, looking back up at her. She rolled her eyes.

“You’re a man, you wouldn’t understand,” she told him. He made a face at her, and she returned it, laughing.

On the other side of the room, oblivious to what was going on between his baby sister and his partner, Lucky was leaning against the wall looking at Elizabeth intently.

“…and I was just thinking that maybe after you guys got back from the movie, you’d like to stay for dinner?” Elizabeth asked, looking up at him hopefully. “I was hoping that you and I could talk about everything that’s happened recently.”

“Yeah, sure,” Lucky said, smiling. “I can’t wait to see Cam this afternoon.” He grinned at the thought of his little boy- his, even though Zander would always be Cameron’s biological father. Elizabeth smiled at the happiness in Lucky’s voice when he talked about Cam.

“He was so excited when I dropped him off at his daycare this morning,” Elizabeth told Lucky. “He couldn’t wait to see you. He kept asking me if you guys could just go to the movie now instead of waiting till ‘school’ was over.”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you tonight, then,” Lucky said, unable to keep the smile from crossing his face yet again. He leaned down, intending to kiss her on the cheek, but Elizabeth, sensing what he was about to do, turned her head at the last minute so that his lips met hers. Lucky was a little surprised, but he certainly wasn’t going to argue and began kissing her back fervently.

The two parted a moment later, Elizabeth’s eyes still closed and a serene half-smile gracing her features. She opened her eyes, leaning up to kiss Lucky on the cheek. “See you tonight.” She turned away from him. “Lulu, are you ready to go?”

Lucky looked in the direction that Elizabeth was speaking and was surprised (and slightly confused) to see Lulu sitting on Cruz Rodriguez’s desk, the two arguing about something, though he couldn’t hear what. At Elizabeth’s call, Lulu looked up.

“Yeah, sure,” she said. She turned back to Cruz, saying something that Lucky couldn’t hear, then hopped down off the desk, walking over to where Lucky and Liz were standing. “Bye, Lucky.”

“See ya, Lu,” Lucky said, still a little confused over what he had just seen. He stood there, watching Lulu and Liz leave, making sure that they got to the car okay, then went back over to his desk, which was in front of Cruz’s. “So, when did you and my sister become such good friends?” he asked, moving some files out of his chair and sitting down. Cruz looked up from the manila folder he had been thumbing through and shrugged nonchalantly.

“We’ve just run into each other a lot,” he told Lucky. He went back to his file, and Lucky knew that that was all he would get out of Cruz on the subject today. Giving him one last look, Lucky shook his head and turned to his own work.

****** ******* ******

“Okay, so now that we’re finished with that, all that’s left to do is put it into action!”

Alexis watched as Spinelli high-fived Kristina, who was grinning. The two were sitting on the living room couch and Spinelli’s laptop, which was sitting on the coffee table, was the center of both their attentions. She had just walked in the door from her doctor’s appointment and neither Spinelli nor her daughter had even looked up. Alexis cleared her throat.

“Oh, hello, Goddess Mother!” Spinelli said, waving at her. “Krissy and I were just working on a computer program.”

“He was teaching me how to make my own game, Mommy,” Kristina said, coming over to where Alexis was still standing and hugging her mother. She looked up at her with big eyes. “What did the doctor say?”

Spinelli stood, following Kristina. “Yeah, how’re you doing, your wonderfulness?” he asked, and if Alexis didn’t know better she could’ve sworn he sounded the slightest bit worried. She smiled reassuringly at Kristina, and then at Spinelli as well.

“The doctor said that I am still in remission. That’s means Mommy’s still all better,” she told Kristina, happy to be able to give her daughter good news. “So what kind of game have the two of you been working on?”

“Oh! Dude, you are going to love this,” Spinelli said, heading back to the couch. Kristina followed him, leaning over and half-sitting in his lap.

“It’s so cool, Mommy,” Kristina said, looking back at her mother. Alexis walked over and sat in the chair. “It’s kinda like playing hangman, but instead of stuff happening when you get stuff wrong, it builds a picture. Like, you spell a word, and if you spell it right part of a picture shows up, and you have to spell a bunch of words right to see the whole picture.”

Alexis looked at Spinelli, giving him an approving nod. “That sounds really neat, sweetheart. Listen, why don’t you tell Spinelli bye, and then go get your Little Mermaid tape and you and I will watch it, okay?” Kristina nodded.

“Bye, Spinelli,” she said, hugging his neck before running off into her room. Alexis smiled before turning back to “the Jackal”.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely. “She seems to really adore you.” She reached into her purse and pulled out her checkbook, writing him a check and handing it to him. He put it in his pocket, nodding at her.

“Well, the feeling’s totally mutual,” Spinelli said, packing up his computer and putting it into his canvas messenger bag. “She’s a great kid, and really smart, too,” he commented. “Any time you need a babysitter for her, and the Little One too, just let me know, okay?” he asked, putting his coat on.

“I certainly will,” Alexis told him, surprising herself by meaning it.

“Alright, well, Jackal out,” he said, saluting her with two fingers and heading to the door, letting himself out. Alexis leaned back in her chair, chuckling slightly. Who would have thought that Damian Spinelli would be the perfect babysitter for her little girl?

****** ******* ******

“So when do you start work again?” Georgie asked, leaning over the counter and propping her chin on her hand. Maxie took a sip of her coffee before answering.

“Carly said that they should be able to reopen in two weeks,” she told her sister. “I’m glad, too. I’m getting itchy with nothing to do but go to class.” She sighed, looking at her watch. “Speaking of which, I have to be at my history lecture in an hour.” She shook her head. “I can’t wait to be finished with this semester.”

“I don’t get why you don’t like history,” Georgie commented. Maxie shrugged.

A voice coming from behind her caused both girls to look in the direction of the door.

“What does a woman have to do to get a cup of coffee around here?”

Felicia Jones smiled at her daughters, who could do nothing except stare at her in shock.

****** ******* ******

Samantha McCall prowled the entire space of the small room that she was being kept in. It had been an entire month since she had seen her family and friends, ever since the aftermath of the explosion at the Metro Court hotel. She had been on her way to the triage area that had been set up when she had been grabbed.

She shook her head. This was ridiculous. She had to find a way out of here, and she needed to do it soon.

She missed Jason. God, how she missed him. Briefly, she wondered if he had killed Spinelli yet, or if Lulu had managed to keep that from happening. She certainly hoped so. Sure, the computer hacker was annoying at times, but deep down he was a sweetheart, and useful to have around. If he hadn’t gotten the vault open early, she didn’t think that any of them would have made it out of that lobby alive.

Including Jason. That was why she had been on her way to the triage area- she was looking for him. She hadn’t seen him in the aftermath of the explosion and she was trying to find him, to see if he was okay. But she had been grabbed before she could.

Deep down she knew that he was alive- she would have felt it if he wasn’t. But she was getting antsy.

Just then, Sam heard footsteps, and the door to the room opened. She faced her kidnapper, glaring- a look that would have typically had any man reeling, but this person was apparently immune. Appropriately so, Sam thought. It made sense, after all.

She tensed her muscles, then let go, in an attempt to relax herself, before her kidnapper spoke.

Home Again, 2/?

2007-10-02T18:24:24Z

Title: Home Again
Fandom: General Hospital
Pairings: too many to list. :)
Rating: Teen
Author's Note: Chapter Two of this epic thingy. It's mainly turned into a Spencer/Scorpio/Jones family epic. BTW, in this story, Maxie is portrayed by Robyn Richards, and Lucas, portrayed by Ryan Carnes, was never gay. Sorry. :)

Part One

Chapter Two

“It’s really not funny,” Elizabeth complained as she came out of the restroom located before the stairs leading down to the Cellar. She scowled at Lucky and Nikolas and moved to stand beside Emily, who was smiling at her sympathetically. “You try being six months pregnant,” she continued, folding her arms across her stomach. “I have three months left and I’m already as big as a house!”

“No, you’re not,” Emily said, rubbing her shoulder soothingly. “And Nikolas and Lucky didn’t mean it, right boys?”

Nikolas and Lucky both hurriedly shook their heads. “Not at all,” Lucky said, slipping an arm around her waist. “Now why don’t we head downstairs and get something to eat? You mentioned that you were starving, right?” Elizabeth nodded and the foursome made their way to the stairs, Nikolas walking slightly behind and chuckling a little at Elizabeth’s mood swings, which they all remembered well from when she was pregnant with Cam. Emily gave him a Look, and he stopped.

“Hey, where are you going, man?” Lucky asked Cruz Rodriguez. Cruz was heading up the stairs in their direction, and rolled his eyes at Lucky’s question.

“Just got a call from Lansing,” Cruz explained. “Some crisis at the station that he needs me to deal with immediately. He interrupted my lunch date- I swear the man lives to ruin my life.”

“Yours and everyone else’s,” Lucky remarked, shaking his head. “You need me to come?” he offered. Cruz shook his head.

“Nah. Stay here, have your lunch,” he told him. “If Lansing asks where you are, I’ll cover for you.”

“Thanks, man,” Lucky said, waving as Cruz headed up the rest of the stairs and out the door. Emily looked at Lucky.

“Rodriguez dates?” she asked, looking a little shocked. Lucky shrugged.

“That’s what I said, but he almost bit my head off when I asked,” Lucky commented, grinning. “Come on, let’s go get a table.” They headed into the main dining room of the restaurant and Nikolas almost immediately spotted Lulu sitting at a small table in the back. He headed in her direction, the others following.

“Hey, guys,” she said when she spotted them. She stood from her table, which had two place settings and appeared as though she and someone else had just finished eating. “What are you four doing here?”

“We are celebrating,” Nikolas informed his sister, picking up her glass of club soda and sniffing it. Lulu frowned at him, taking it back and standing.

“Its club soda,” she informed him, giving him the evil eye. “So what, exactly, are we celebrating?” she asked, following the four over to a table nearby and sitting down. She gave both of her brothers a searching look, but it was Elizabeth who looked suspicious. Lulu furrowed her brow; things had been strained at best between her and Liz since the hostage crisis when Liz had revealed that her baby was Jason’s, but Lulu had been able to read the other woman like a book for many years. “What’s going on?” She sipped her club soda slowly as she watched Liz and Lucky exchange smiles, and cocked her head to the side. “Anyone wanna fill me in here? ‘Cause if not, I have an absent boyfriend I can go find.”

Ignoring her last remark, Lucky cleared his throat and straightened in his chair. “How would you feel about being an aunt again, Lu?”

“What do you mean?”

“The baby’s Lucky’s, Lulu,” Elizabeth said, unable to keep the smile from her face. “I found out at my appointment this morning.”

Lulu swore she felt her jaw hit the floor, and she sat her glass on the table to keep from dropping it. “Pardon? I thought that-”

“So did I, Lulu, but apparently the results got switched before I saw them last time. The original was in my file when I was looking over my stuff this morning.” Liz reached over and placed her hand on top of Lulu’s. Lulu responded by turning her hand over and lacing her fingers through Liz’s.

“I’m glad,” Lulu said honestly. She smiled at the woman that she had always considered an older sister and who had always been there for her, no matter what. “And I’m very happy for you guys.” Squeezing Liz’s hand, she let go and sat back up straight. “So what does Cam think of all this?”

Elizabeth launched into some story about Cameron wanting a puppy instead of a little brother or sister, and Lulu sipped her soda again, a warm feeling settling over her as she looked around the table at her brothers and their women. Everything finally felt like it was back to the way that it should be.

Well, not everything, Lulu thought to herself, but the rest would come, in time. All she had to do was be patient.

Too bad that wasn’t a Spencer family trait.

***** ****** ******

“So, are the two of you ready to order?” Georgie asked Robin as she reached the table that her cousin and Patrick Drake were currently occupying in Kelly’s. Robin looked across the table at Patrick, who nodded.

“I want the grilled chicken caesar salad and iced tea,” Robin told Georgie, folding her arms across her chest and leaning back in her chair, exhausted.

“The double bacon cheeseburger with a side of that awesome chili, please,” Patrick ordered, grinning at Georgie. “Oh, and a chocolate milkshake.” Robin rolled her eyes. The man could easily pass for a garbage disposal.

“Coming right up,” Georgie said, heading back to the counter. Robin shook her head at Patrick.

“You call yourself a doctor,” she scoffed. “You’re going to go into cardiac arrest at age thirty-five if you keep eating like that.” He just grinned at her and took her hands in his.

“What would I do without you to look out for me?” he asked, kissing the back of one of her hands. She shook her head at him again, but couldn’t help the smile that snuck onto her face.

The two of them were on a brief lunch break from their long, uninterrupted shifts at the hospital that day. They were still in their scrubs, not having had the time to change if they actually wanted to have time to eat their lunch, as they were due back for a consult in less than an hour. Robin opened her mouth to respond to Patrick’s question with some witty remark, but before she could speak she heard the last voice that she wanted to be hearing at that moment.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite daughter and her neurosurgeon boyfriend,” Robert Scorpio drawled in his unmistakable Australian accent, pulling a chair up to their table and sitting in it backwards. “What’s happening, kids?”

Robin groaned, leaning back in her chair and hiding her face in her hands. “Why must you be here?” she whined in the voice that she saved only for her father. Robert grinned.

“Well, now, I was just coming in for lunch and I saw the two of you, and since you’re always complaining that we don’t spend enough time together, I thought that I would join you,” he explained, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward. Robin groaned again, and sat back up.

“No. You are not going to join us for lunch, you are going to leave,” she told him, pointing at the door. Robert just chuckled.

“Isn’t she cute when she’s upset?” he asked Patrick, who was wise enough not to answer. Robin let out a low sound of frustration, sort of a cross between a growl and a moan, and decided that it was time to pull out the big guns, which she normally would have reserved for much later in the game, but she only had forty-five minutes before she had to be at the hospital and she just wanted a quiet lunch with her boyfriend, damn it! Without another thought, and with no qualms, she threw her mother to the dogs.

“Mom’s coming back to Port Charles. For good, this time, too,” Robin informed her father. She smirked, satisfied, as his jaw fell open and then narrowed into a set frown. He stood, muttering under his breath something about ‘we’ll see……don’t know who she thinks she is….crazy woman.’ Robin watched him walk outside, dialing his cell phone, a smug smile on her face.

“That was mean,” Patrick commented, a trace of approval in his tone. Robin shrugged.

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” she returned lightly. “Hey, listen. I’ve been thinking, and we need to talk.”

“About what?” Patrick asked, leaning forward.

Robin bit her lower lip. “It’s serious.”

***** ****** ******

There was no meal in the world better than Gloria Cerullo’s manicotti, Dillon Quartermaine decided, closing his eyes in delight and chewing slowly, savoring the taste. After he swallowed, he opened his eyes. “Gloria, is there anything that I can say that would convince you to leave Carmine and marry me?”

Lois Cerullo’s mother just laughed and patted him on the shoulder. “He’s a good boy, Eddie,” she told Ned. “I’m glad you and Brookie invited him up here for his Spring Break.”

Ned grinned across the table at the besotted expression Dillon was bestowing on the manicotti heaped onto his plate. “So am I, and so, I gather, is he.”

“I have never eaten this much, or been so happy about it,” Dillon agreed.

“I told you Gran would feed you well,” Brook Lynn said, coming over to the table with her own plate and sitting across from Dillon, next to her father. “So what were you going to say about Georgie before you lost all of your brain cells?” she asked, taking a bite of her own food before reaching over and stealing a piece of her dad’s.

Dillon looked at her blankly for a moment, then remembered what she was talking about. “Oh. Right. She’s not too keen on the idea of ‘us’ right now, as in her and me, but I fully plan on doing whatever it takes to get her back,” he vowed.

“Well, maybe you should just give her some time,” Brook suggested. “I mean, look at how well that worked for me and Lucas.”

Dillon looked at her, eyebrows drawn together. “You’re dating Lucas again?”

Brook rolled her eyes. “Apparently I was right- you don’t read my emails. Yes, I’m dating Lucas, although not so much with the ‘again’, because last time we didn’t even get to the actual ‘date’ part. But anyway, here it is, years later, and we’re together.”

“Well, I’m not waiting years for Georgie to decide that she wants me again,” Dillon said, then sighed. “That’s a lie. I would wait years if I had to- I just really don’t want to have to.”

“Well, just take it slow, okay?” Brook said, stealing a piece of his manicotti, even as he slapped her hand away. “Give her time to get used to the idea that you want to be back with her.”

But her wisdom was lost on Dillon. He was already off in his own world, planning different ways to win Georgie back.

******* ******** *******

“Viola, did you have any luck finding a babysitter for Kristina?” Alexis called from inside her closet, where she was currently getting ready for a doctor’s appointment. Molly was with her father for a few days, but Alexis still had Kristina, and she couldn’t come to the hospital. Viola’s mother was sick, so Viola was helping take care of her for a few days, and so Alexis was having to depend on a babysitter to take care of her daughter.

“I called Mr. Morgan, and he said that he would take care of it,” Viola said, handing Alexis the exact pair of shoes that she had been searching for. “They were in the front closet.” Alexis smiled at her gratefully.

“Why did you call Jason?” she asked, remembering what Viola had just told her.

“Well, since I usually call Sam about things like this….” Viola let her sentence trail off, seeing the look of pain that crossed Alexis’s face at the thought of her missing daughter. “Anyway, he said that he would find someone.”

“Thank you. You can go ahead and leave if you need to,” Alexis offered, fastening her earrings.

“Thanks. See you in the morning, Alexis,” Viola said. She left the room, and, calling a goodbye to Kristina, hurried off to her mother’s.

Alexis grabbed her purse and headed out into the living room where her little girl was playing with her Ariel doll. She smiled, watching Kristina for a moment before moving to join her.

About five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Alexis stood, brushing off her skirt, and headed for the door. When she opened it, she got the shock of her life.

“Hello, Goddess Mother,” Damien Spinelli said, walking into the house, his bag slung over his shoulder as always.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, Stone Cold said you needed someone to watch Krissy, so I volunteered,” Spinelli told her. “But don’t worry- I have nothing of ‘herbal origin’ on me,” he said, using air-quotes, “and I brought some educational computer games for my little genius friend here to play with on the Jackal’s handy computer.”

Alexis looked at him searchingly for a moment, but was brought out of her thoughts by a joyful cry.

“Spinelli!” Kristina exclaimed, getting up from the couch and running to hug his legs. He grinned down at her.

“Hey, Krissy. How’s the Jackal’s favorite girl doing this fine afternoon?” he asked.

“Good. Are you babysitting me?” she asked, and her little voice was so full of hope that Alexis couldn’t deny her anything. She sighed.

“Yes, he’s babysitting you, sweetheart. I’m leaving,” she told Spinelli. “But if anything happens to my child, you will wish that Sonny had let Alcazar’s goons get you.”

And with that, she was gone.

20 Random Facts About Robert Scorpio

2007-09-30T04:33:32Z

The next in what promises to be a long series. Disclaimer: there may be brief deviations from canon, mainly due to the fact that I was not born when Robert Scorpio made his first appearance on the GH canvas. However, he is one of my favorite men on said show, therefore I couldn't resist. :)

1. No matter what his brother may think, he does love his family above all else. Why the hell else would he put up with Malcolm?

2. He loves his job, but sometimes he wishes he could just be a normal man, sitting on his front porch with his wife and watching the sun rise.

3. He had that once, with Holly. He's never told her, or anyone, that he wished it had been Anna.

4. When he told Robin that he loved her mother beyond reason, he realized that that was a serious understatement. And Anna knew. He saw it in her eyes.

5. Working with her was both his favorite and least favorite thing. She was so stubborn, but hell if he didn't find that attractive.

6. He did love Holly; he really tried to build a life with her. It wasn't her fault she wasn't Anna.

7. And damn it, why did everything in his life have to come back to that bloody woman?

8. He had never been more frightened in his life than that moment in which he realized that Robin was his daughter. He had no idea how to be a father.

9. He adored that girl. She was the most amazing mix of he and Anna, their best and worst qualities, and he hated himself for missing out on so much of her life.

10. He despised Frisco Jones. That man had two incredible daughters, and he had voluntarily walked out of their lives. Not to mention leaving Felicia, who Robert knew still loved Frisco with all her heart. No one had held a gun to Frisco's head, or threatened to kill his little girls if he contacted them. He couldn't understand how someone could do that.

11. And yes- he had done it, but even if Anna and Robin never believed him, what he had told them was true. He had done it to keep them safe. Because that was more important to him than anything. Anything.

12. He sees every day what Frisco leaving has done to Maxie, and he thanks God that Robin was able to believe that he was dead, so that that didn't happen to her.

13. He wanted more children than just Robin. He had planned on telling Anna so, but then everything happened with Faison and they missed their chance.

14. If he could go back and change things, he wouldn't. Because then his incredible daughter wouldn't be the amazing woman and doctor she was today.

15. Besides, he could always get Anna to fall in love with him again. He hoped.

16. The first time he held little Robbie, he cried. He wasn't the least bit ashamed to admit it. And Robin had never been more beautiful than when he saw her holding his grandson.

17. Despite how he acted, he really kind of loved Patrick Drake for the way the boy loved his little girl. He still had to give him a hard time, though. He had a reputation to maintain.

18. He and Mac were beginning to rebuild their relationship, but Robert knew his brother didn't trust him. Not completely. Years of the people he loved leaving him had hardened Mac's heart against that, and Robert wished he could change that for him.

19. If he had three wishes, he would wish for Robin's trust, an Aston Martin Vanquish, and Anna.

20. Despite everything that had happened with them, Robert knew in his heart (and yes, he did have one) that he and Anna could, and would, make it work. One day.

20 Random Facts About Georgie Jones. (General Hospital)

2007-09-27T23:54:14Z

The next in the series, Ms. Georgianna Jones; I keep wanting to write Serena but it just isn't happening. Also, because of the aging on the show, some ages from canon events may be off. Again with my general disclaimer that I am a fanfic writer, and so it is my prerogative. :) Hope you guys enjoy!

1. Mac is her hero, and he always will be. Sometimes she wonders why on earth he stepped up to the position of surrogate dad when her father left, and then her mother, and then her mother again. Then she sees the look in his eyes when he talks about Robin, or her, or even Maxie, and she knows.

2. Stone was also her hero, at least when she was little. He died when she was seven, but when he was still alive, he would always play with her and Maxie; even when he got too tired to actually play, he would let Georgie crawl into his lap and they would watch any Disney movie she wanted. What she loved the most about him, though, was the way he looked at Robin, and she always prayed that one day she would find someone to look at her like that.

3. She thought she had found that person, when she met Dillon. But then he stopped looking at her like that, and started looking Lulu's way, and she knew what it felt like to have her heart shatter completely.

4. Despite that, though, they still called and exchanged emails. He was loving California, and she found that she could be glad that he was happy. She had long since accepted that they weren't meant to be, at least not right now- and if they were, if it was meant to happen, then one day it would.

5. No matter how long they go without seeing each other, she will always consider Lulu and Serena her best friends. And she knows they feel the same, because the other day she caught Lulu singing the song the three of them had always planned on performing at the Nurses' Ball when they got old enough. She hasn't heard from Serena in several years, but Rena's always been the one she's known she'll never have to worry about.

6. She wants to be able to be like Maxie. She wants to be brash and bold, and show off her body and flirt without a care, even if it's only for one night.

7. Sometimes, when Logan Hayes looks at her in that way, she feels like she could.

8. She thinks Patrick is the best thing to happen to her cousin since Stone died. Robin needs someone like that to balance her out, and anyway Georgie loves watching the two of them, because even their arguments are amusing. That must be what it's like to be in love with the one, Georgie thinks. And again she aches to have that in her life.

9. Her Uncle Robert is fabulous, she decides. The man can make her laugh like no other, and she can see how much he loves Robin, and even if she hated him she would have to love him just for that.

10. She loves her mother fiercely and protectively, which is a little odd since Georgie is the daughter, but it has worked well for them so far. And she knows that when her mom leaves, it isn't because she doesn't love Georgie and Maxie, but still Georgie can't help resenting her for it.

11. It's times like that that make her truly appreciate how much Malcolm Scorpio loves her.

12. Still, though, at any time in her life, she would give anything to see her Daddy again. Anything, because she was seven when he left for the last time and she barely remembers him now, and just the thought of one day forgetting what his voice sounded like singing her to sleep makes her cry.

13. Even though she doesn't approve of what her sister does, she will always love Maxie more than anyone else in the world.

14. She thinks Spinelli is a total cutie, even if he has his head stuck up Lulu's ass all the time.

15. She wishes she wasn't so attracted to Logan Hayes. Maybe then she'd be immune to the burning stares he seems to love to give her.

16. Okay, so she apparently has no resolve. Because right after Logan gave her that last stare, she completely jumped him. Which is so not like her, but really, how could she not have?

17. When she tells Mac about her and Logan, he just sighs, rubs his forehead, and says that he's really getting too old for this.

18. When her father decides to come back to Port Charles, Maxie refuses to see him at first, but Georgie simply launches herself into his arms, and then she's seven again and he's singing to her about dancing in the moonlight as she dances on his feet in the garden.

19. She really thinks her great-grandmother Maria is never going to die. She feels horrible saying it out loud, but really, it's true!

20. Her family is always going to be the most important thing to her. No matter what.

For Real- Lucky and Elizabeth, GH

2007-09-26T20:34:20Z

Title: For Real
Rating: PG-13 ish
Characters: Lucky Spencer, Elizabeth Webber Spencer
Notes: Just a continuation of today's GH (what I would like to see happen next....) Again with my deviation from canon, but only because I refuse to believe Lucky is stupid.

"Don't do this. Don't go."

With those five words, he had somehow managed to undo all her resolve. Elizabeth let out a strangled sob. "Lucky, please don't," she said, covering her mouth with her hand, tears streaming down her face. "This can't work, we decided..."

He was across the room and had his arms around her in seconds, his mouth covering hers and Elizabeth felt like she had gone back in time to that first kiss when they were teenagers and suddenly she knew her 'feelings' for Jason were just those of deep friendship that she had misconstrued for love; this was why she was alive, to love this man....but there was so much still in their way. She pulled back and turned away from him, ripping herself from his arms though she wanted nothing more than to stay there forever.

"Elizabeth-"

"No." She turned back to face him, holding onto the mantle for support. If she let go, she feared her legs would buckle underneath her. "Lucky, there's so much in the way, so much has happened, things you don't know about..."

"Like the fact that Jason is Jake's father?" Lucky said calmly. Elizabeth could only look at him in shock as he continued. "I'm not stupid, Elizabeth, I figured it out a long time ago, back when Jake was kidnapped. Why else would Jason have been so involved in looking for him?" He sighed, scrubbing his hand across his face. "I can't tell you it doesn't seriously hurt, Elizabeth, especially that you lied to me." He moved to her, taking her hands in his. "But I can't justify being angry with you over that when I've done worse to you. We've both done things to hurt each other, and I wish we could just put them in the past and start over."

"But we can't." Elizabeth took a deep breath. "Lucky, why do you even still want to be with me?" She was still crying, and Lucky let go of one of her hands to wipe some of her tears away with his thumb. She unconsciously leaned into his touch, and he smiled.

"That's why." When she looked up at him, confused, he continued. "We can't stay away from each other, Lizzie, no matter how hard we try, and no matter how much we hurt each other. Look at everything that's happened since we've met." He stroked the curve of her face with his finger. "And yet we keep ending up right back here, with each other. Don't you think maybe fate is trying to tell us something here?"

At that, Elizabeth was able to smile. She looked into Lucky's eyes, she felt something break inside her, and she knew she would never be happy if she wasn't with him- it was something she had known since she was sixteen, but she kept pushing it down inside when it was convenient for her. However, she just couldn't ignore it any more. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly, smiling against his mouth when she felt him tangle his hand in her ponytail and deepen the kiss.

And it felt right- the kiss felt real, like it used to, only better because there were no secrets between them any more, and they could finally work through everything together. That's what marriage was, Elizabeth realized. You screwed up? Okay, if you love the person enough, fix it. And don't do it again.

The kiss grew hungrier and more desperate, and Lucky's hands traveled south to lift her up against him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Let's go upstairs, before Lesley walks in," she whispered in his ear, giggling. Lucky nearly dropped her in his haste to get up to the bedroom, and she laughed in delight, feeling freer than she had in a long time.

Later, they were laying in their bed (that they hadn't shared like this since before they had been married the last time- actually, since before Liz had gotten pregnant with Jake) tangled together, and Liz was half on top of Lucky and their hands were entwined, and he was rubbing her shoulder.

"You really think we can work this out?" she asked quietly, and he knew what she was really asking was, 'You don't hate me for having a child with another man?' He dropped a light kiss on her temple and sighed.

"It's gonna take time and work, Lizzie, and I can't lie and tell you I'm okay with Jason being Jake's father," he admitted, and felt her tense. He continued. "But you, and the boys, you're more important to me than being angry. I feel betrayed that you lied to me, but it isn't like I haven't done the same, so part of me feels like a hypocrite if I'm angry with you."

"But I want you to be angry," Elizabeth said, sitting up and looking down at him seriously. "Then we can work through these things instead of just being silent and letting it fester inside us."

There was a moment of silence, and then, "Fester?"

Liz just gave her husband (for real, now, her mind told her) a Look, and he let out a chuckle that reminded her so much of the boy she had fallen in love with, the boy that had grown into this man who still wouldn't let her heart leave his possesion- not that she wanted it to.

"Sorry, but fester? That sounds like something Cruz would say," Lucky informed her, pulling her back down on top of him and kissing a trail down her neck.

"How about we don't talk about your partner right now?" Elizabeth suggested, raising an eyebrow.

"I like that idea."

"Yeah?"

"Mmm-hmm."

Emily sighed as she and Nikolas walked up the front sidewalk. "It just makes me sad. I mean, you and I found our way back to each other."

"Yeah, but we needed time, Em," he reminded her. "Maybe they do too. Or maybe it just isn't meant to be."

"Yeah," she said sadly as they reached the front door. Not even bothering to knock, Emily walked into the living room.

And was scarred for life at the sight of her two best friends (whom she could have sworn had just told her the day before that they were getting a divorce) partially naked and totally embarassed. Elizabeth was blushing to the roots of her hair as she scrambled to cover up.

"I- you said-," Emily stammered. She heard Nikolas chuckle softly beside her, but she couldn't form a coherent thought. "Lucky, put some clothes on, damn it!"

"Sorry, Em," Lucky said good-naturedly, grinning as he pulled his jeans back on. "I told you we should have stayed upstairs and saved the unpacking thing for later," he said to a still flame-faced Elizabeth, who merely swatted him on the arm as she attempted to straighten her top.

"Wait, unpacking?" Nikolas asked. "Does that mean-"

"The divorce is off," Liz announced, biting her lip and looking back at Lucky happily. Emily squealed and launched herself at her female best friend, and the two went off into a corner to chat and giggle.

"So, then, you know everything?" Nikolas asked Lucky. Lucky nodded, his expression darkening for a moment before brightening again.

"We're going to work through it, because we want to stay together for good this time," he said, smiling in a way that Nikolas had not seen his younger brother smile in quite a long time.

"Good," Nikolas said. "But hurt her again, and I'm kicking your ass."

"That's fair."

"Wanna go over to Audrey's and get all the crap Emily just lugged over there?" Nikolas asked.

"Yeah, sounds good. We can tell her the good news."

"Should we tell them we're leaving?"

"Nah, they won't even notice."

Lucky knew he was smiling like an idiot as he and Nikolas left to head to Audrey's, but he couldn't help it. Things were finally back to the way that they always should have been.

20 Random Facts About Lucky Spencer. (General Hospital)

2007-09-26T17:35:28Z

I told you this would become a series. Blame it on leobrat, folks. Hope you guys enjoy, and I'm still working on ideas for the one about Serena.

Also, I'm accepting prompts for any character in any fandom that I write in, so if you want to see one of these about a specific character or pairing, feel free to request!

1. When he is younger, his mother jokes that he isn't going to know what his real name is, but Luke just laughs and brushes it off, because Lucky likes the aliases. They make him feel like a superhero, like Clark Kent.

2. He also thinks his parents are the coolest people in the world. The way his mother can make any place they were staying feel like home, and the way his dad calls him "Cowboy" and teaches him how to be one.

3. He gets a real home, eventaully. A big house, with enough room for all of them to spread way out. His room is decorated in a cowboy motif, no surprise there. Plus there's room for Foster, his dog, who is the coolest dog ever, even if Dad doesn't like him.

4. It's because of Foster that he meets Emily Bowen, later Quartermaine, and at first he thinks that she's just gonna be this girl, that maybe he'll hang out with sometimes, but not too much because she is a girl after all. Then they end up going out West to look for her aunt, and when they get back to Port Charles he realizes that they've bonded (he wrinkles his nose at that thought) so basically he's stuck with her for the rest of his life and they may as well be best friends because she certainly wasn't going anywhere.

5. He learned something about Emily on that trip; she adores grape popsicles, expecially when she's upset, and so he starts bringing them to her because having purple lips always makes her feel better. He still does it even to this day; the last time was at the hospital after the crisis at the Metro Court (and who knew how hard it was to find a grape popsicle at seven-thirty in the morning?) when she didn't know if her father was going to make it.

6. He gets a little sister eventually. Lesley Lu, they name her. She becomes such a huge part of his world so quickly, and he wonders if she will ever know just how much he loves her.

7. That night outside Kelly's, he knew little Lizzie Webber was going to rock his world.

8. He had no idea how fully she would steal his heart.

9. His little sister was sick. And because of this, he learned that the only person who could help her was an older brother that neither he nor his father ever knew about.

10. People assumed he hated Nikolas because of the circumstances of his birth, and that he was a Cassadine. Really, it was because he could save Lu when Lucky couldn't.

11. Eventually, though, Liz and Emily (who had the biggest crush on Nikolas- Lucky knew this even though she hotly denied it- and who did she think she was lying to anyway? Who knew her better than Lucky?) banded together and forced the two brothers to be friends. The four of them became quite the little group- the Four Musketeers, as they came to be called.

12. He still doesn't like to talk about the fire, or the time when Helena had him. The one time he really let it out he ended up throwing things, but Emily just sat there on the couch and let him rant and cry.

13. He hates everything that he has done to his 'Lizabeth. There is that, though- she's still his Lizzie, and he's convinced that even though they're divorcing (again) one day they'll be able to stop hurting each other and just be together.

14. No one will ever know just how much he regrets what happened with Maxie and the pills. Except maybe her, because they've talked about it and he knows that she thinks it was a mistake too. That doesn't make him feel any better, though. If anything it makes him feel worse, because they were should've known better.

15. Cruz Rodriguez became his partner after Jesse died. More than that, he became his best friend and nearly like a brother. The only thing that keeps Lucky from referring to him as such is that Cruz hates the Yankees. Lucky can't handle that. Also, he's seen his partner making eyes at his baby sister. He just doesn't know what he's going to do about it yet, so he thinks it's better to lie low until he figures it out.

16. He knows Jake isn't his son; he isn't stupid. And he doesn't know if Liz knows that he knows, but he isn't going to say anything. He tries to keep in mind that what is important is that Jake grow up loved, and he definitely is. And he tries not to resent Liz for lying to him, because there is enough bad blood between them already.

17. He worries about Nikolas. His brother insists that he's fine, but Lucky knows what the pressure of being the head of the Cassadine family does to Nik, and he's afraid his brother is going to crack soon if he doesn't let someone help him.

18. He holds a fierce belief in his heart that one day he will be reunited with his mother, no matter what the doctors say. No offense to them, but Lucky knows his mother better than they do, and he knows she would never leave her children for good- not like this.

19. He's more like his dad than he would ever admit. Sometimes he just wants to hop on his bike and sail out of town, away from everything. The difference between him and Luke is that the things in this town that are important to him don't just bring him back, they keep him from leaving in the first place. He thinks that's Laura's influence.

20. On Cameron's seventh birthday, Liz arrives at the house (minus Jake- Jason would be bringing him later, once the party started) and sends Cam to the kitchen to see the cake Grandpa Luke is attempting to help Grandma Laura bake. Once the two are alone on the porch, she turns to Lucky with a look that he knows all too well and suddenly he's a teenager again and kissing her for the first time, and he knows they're gonna be okay.

Together

2007-09-25T20:14:11Z

Title: Together
Fandom: General Hospital
Rating: PG
Characters: Logan Hayes, Serena Baldwin, Christina Baldwin
Notes: Set sometime in the future, possibly in the next year or so. As always, may deivate slightly from canon, but hey- that's what I do. :) Also, the idea of Serena wearing Karen's wedding ring around her neck was shamelessly stolen from a meme that leobrat did. Wonderful idea, my dear!

Logan Hayes wanted to smack himself over the head for agreeing to this. What kind of man willingly agreed to spend an entire day with two girls? Especially when one was nineteen and the other was twelve.

However, as Rena was quick to remind him, they were his sisters, and it had been his idea to get to know them even though he despised their mutual father. So here he was, sitting on the beach and watching Rena and Christina splash and play in the ocean.

Leaning back on his forearms, he saw Rena leave the water, telling Christina (he assumed) that she was going up to the towels to sit down for a minute. She ran up the sandy slope and threw herself down on her towel next to him, dragging her hand through her soaked blonde hair.

"You're being anti-social," she announced, gazing at him through cool eyes, ones that she and Logan shared. He sighed, reaching out and tugging on one of her curls, and she smiled.

"Sorry, Serena," he said, scrubbing his hand across his forehead. "I'm just thinking."

"Don't apologize to me," Serena Baldwin said, turning back to face the ocean and watching their little sister hunt for seashells. "Tina really wants to get to know you, Logan. She needs to; she's lost so much already." As she said this, she unconsciously reached up to play with a ring that Logan had noticed Rena always wore around her neck on a silver chain.

"What is that?" he asked, gesturing to the ring. He saw Serena's jaw tighten and wondered if maybe he shouldn't have asked.

"We had another sister once," she said slowly. "An older one. Her name was Karen Wexler. Her ex-husband Jagger sent me this after she died; it was her wedding ring." Logan was slightly stunned. He had known about Serena and Tina because Baldwin had told him, but the man (whom he was still loathe to call his father) had never mentioned that Logan had once had an older sister as well.

"Oh," was all he could say.

"Yeah."

The two sat there in silence for several moments before Rena spoke again.

"Look, Logan- you and me, we're a lot alike," she said, letting her head fall back and feeling the warm sun on her skin. Then she looked over at him, a direct stare that he recognized as very like his own. "But Tina, she's not like us." She locked her eyes on his, willing him to get it. "She trusts people easily, she lets herself love easily. And she already loves you, so please, please don't shut yourself off from her." Rena was nearly begging now, and Logan could see how much she adored their little sister. "She lost me, for a while after I left town with Dad a few years back. She lost Karen just a year before that. Don't let her lose you, too."

"I won't," Logan said simply, and he meant it. He hated letting people in, but these girls, his sisters, were already under his skin- Rena with her flashing eyes so much like his and her quick wit (that he knew came from growing up with Lucy Coe) that never failed to surprise a laugh out of him; Tina, with her sweet, winsome smile and that way she had of making him feel like her hero, even though he was no one's hero.

Tina chose that moment to come flying through the sand toward them with that boundless energy that only a twelve-year-old could possess, and she plopped down onto Logan's towel in front of him.

"Hey," she said, wringing out her dark brown ponytail. "Can we go get ice cream? I'm starving."

Rena giggled, looking over at Logan again, her expression still pleading but this time for a completely different reason and Logan marveled at how his grown-up little sister (the one who was always lecturing him) could look so like a child when she wanted, and he couldn't help the laugh that escaped. And it felt good.

"Sure, let's get out of here," he said. And as they stood and began packing everything up to get ready to leave, he realized something.

He was no longer in this alone. He had a family now- two little sisters and an older one that he would never meet; a psychotic pseudo-stepmother who adored him; even his father, grudgingly. And they were all together now, minus the one who would always be missing, and for the first time in his life if you had asked Logan Hayes how he was, he would have been able to answer honestly, "Good."

"Logan, let's goooooooo!" Tina shouted, pulling him from his reverie. He hefted the folding chairs and Rena's yellow flowered beach bag and headed after them.

20 Random Facts About Coop Barrett. (General Hospital)

2007-09-24T14:46:09Z

Meme shamelessly stolen from inell. Warning: may slightly deivate from canon, but I'm a fanfic writer. It's my prerogative.

1. From the time he is very young, he remembers his dad visiting only occasionally. His mother tells him it is because his dad is very busy with the business he runs, but Cooper can't help but wonder if maybe it's because of him.

2. During one of the visits his dad has a little girl with him, only a baby. He tells Cooper that this is his little sister, Brook Lynn. Cooper's manly four-year-old self thinks she's too wrinkly and loud, and what is she good for? He can't even play ninjas with her.

3. As he gets older, his sister begins to grow on him. She is kinda fun to play with, and his friends at school think it's cool that he can pick her up all by himself. Plus when he wants a cookie, all he has to do is get Brookie to pout and they both get one.

4. When Brookie is five and Cooper is nine, she stops visiting. Dad says it's because her mom doesn't want her around the Quartermaines, just like Coop's mom doesn't. Cooper doesn't know who these Quatermaine people are, but he assumes they're important, because it makes his dad sad when he says it.

5. He still gets to talk to Brookie on the phone sometimes, and whenever he and Mommy have a reason to be on that side of the city he begs her to take him to Bensonhurst to see her. She does it sometimes, because she likes Gloria Cerullo's manicotti as much as the next person.

6. When Coop is twelve, he has to tell Brookie he is moving to London. He doesn't want to, but Mom's business is moving there and she says he'll have lots of fun and make new friends at his new school. All he really wants, though, is to stay in New York and keep going to school with Frankie and John.

7. He does make new friends, though, and they are fun. Lots of fun, actually. His new friend Logan is living at school, which makes Coop laugh. Why would anyone want to live at school? Then Logan tells him his mom died and he's at the school on scholarship, and Coop takes the right hook to the jaw like a man and stops laughing, because he deserved that.

8. There are four women in Coop's life that he adores: his mom, Brookie, the new girl at school Jennifer, who he secretly has a crush on, and his aunt Brenda. He doesn't get to see her very much any more, but she calls every Sunday and they talk for a least half an hour. He thinks that she's the coolest aunt ever.

9. So when he's fifteen and Mom looks at him, her eyes hollow, and tells him that Aunt B (his totally cool aunt, that he just talked to last night) is dead, he forgets that crying is for little girls and sobs. And he lets his mom hold him, for the first time since he was five.

10. Then he holds her while she cries for her little sister, and Coop realizes that he's getting close to being a man now. He's taller than Mom already, even in her heels, and though he hasn't seen Dad in years, he's pretty sure he's taller than him too.

11. When he goes to school the next day with red eyes, Logan doesn't tease him about crying. He just says "That sucks, man," and claps him on the shoulder, and it's then that Coop knows that this guy is going to be his best friend for the rest of his life. They depend on each other, and that's important to Coop. And he can see it's important to Logan too.

12. As he gets older, his phone calls to Brookie get farther and farther in between. She still sends him cards on his birthday, though, and for his last one she wrote him a song. He has the sheet of paper with the lyrics on it tucked into the corner of the mirror on his dresser in the room he shares with Logan (because since they're best friends, it made sense to share a dorm room, even though he could still live in the flat with his mom). Brookie (who insists he call her Brook Lynn now, though to him she'll always be little Brookie with the chocolate pigtails) is the one who inherited their father's musical talent. Coop couldn't sing to save his life.

13. When the Twin Towers come down, Coop cries. He's eighteen, and a man now, living in an apartment in Caliornia with Logan, but he remembers going there with Brookie when he was little. Then he remembers that Brookie could have been downtown and calls her, and cries again when she answers and says she's fine. It's then that he says that he loves her; the first time he's said it out loud since he was about ten.

14. That's what makes him decide to join the army. Those guys aren't going to get away with what they did to his city, what they could have done to his sister and what they did do to tons of other people's' sisters and brothers and mothers and fathers and sons and daughters. Logan decides to join up too, because they made a pact long ago and where one goes, so does the other.

15. And a year later, when he narrowly misses being killed by a sharp piece of shrapnel that his best friend- no, his brother- takes for him, he is glad that he met Logan Hayes. He tells him so and Logan just shrugs and winces as the medic bandages his arm and calls him twelve kinds of idiot. Coop thinks she has a crush on Logan, though, and that's why she's being so harsh.

16. They get out around the same time, though not for the same reasons, but Coop stands by his friend. He has to- Logan doesn't have anyone else. And so they go back to their apartment in California, but it isn't the same because they aren't the same.

17. Coop rues the day he ever met James Craig, though he later comes to realize that his real name is Jerry Jacks. In a way, though, he is grateful, because if it weren't for him he would never have been locked in that damn vault with Maxie Jones.

18. He's in love with that girl. He knows it the minute she tells him that she'll help him when they get out- her fire and spirit amaze him, and he has to get to know her better, because he's certain he's going to spend the rest of his life with her.

19. Aunt Brenda's alive again. He found this out while he was in basic training, but he hadn't gotten a chance to see her until he went to New York to visit Brookie, and she was there seeing Lois. He's not ashamed to admit that he cried. Again. Damn. If Logan had been there, he would have called him ten kinds of pansy. Then hit on Brookie and Brenda in one breath.

20. When he first sees his father back in Port Charles, he doesn't know what to say. They had run into each other on the pier, Coop in his cop uniform (which he is incredibly proud of, even if he is working for Sonny Corinthos), and so he doesn't say anything. He just hugs him, and tells him good bye again, because he's leaving for California in the morning. Story of Coop's life, goodbyes are.

So it's kinda random and rambly but I really wanted to write it so I did. Next up, Serena Baldwin.

Picspam. Well, not really- just one picture.

2007-09-18T20:56:24Z

Okay, so this is slightly ridiculous, but I just thought that it was cute. Sue me.

For any fans of Selena Quintanilla-Perez...

2007-09-06T21:04:25Z

Drabble Meme!

2007-08-30T22:23:42Z

I've very much been in a writing mood lately, but with no inspiration. So leave me a prompt for a drabbleish thing from one of the following fandoms, please!

One Tree Hill
General Hospital
One Life to Live
One Tree Hill
Harry Potter
One Tree Hill [are we sensing a pattern here?:)]
what have I forgotten?.....um, X Men is good, so is Power Rangers. Oooh, X Men would be nice, haven't written anything from that in a while.
Greek. Love that show!
anything else at your own risk...i may not watch the show/read the books/watch the movie, but you can try!

Hannah

LiveJournal auto-post- Completely random!

2007-08-30T18:54:13Z

If the rumors are true, LOST is going to suck.

And I will hit some random passerby with a smelly fish and burn something. Who wants to take pictures?

Hokay, fList, let's see what you got.

2007-08-22T02:21:29Z

I need someone to write me a ficlet/drabble thing from this picture.

I know. I'm insane, right? Jasper Jax and Victoria Newman? This is my crackiest crossover pairing ever. The only reason I even thought of it was that scoob2222 did a meme where someone requested a Jax/Meg Manning (from VM) pairing and I have no idea why but my mind saw Amelia Heinle instead and it wouldn't let me rest until I made the banner. So I did. And I've been dying for some sort of fic-type-thing ever since.

Pretty please with a cherry on top? I'll be happy to reciprocate with a fic request- I need some inspiration anyway. :)

Any takers? Ashleigh, love, don't you owe me a fic anyway? ....whistles innocently....Just kidding.

But seriously. Any takers?

Family: OLTL Drabbleish thing.

2007-08-15T00:51:42Z

Title: Family
Fandom: OLTL
Rating: PG-13 for a little swearing. Just to be on the safe side.
Summary: Sarah Roberts' thoughts on a solemn day.
Author's Note: This is my take on the upcoming funeral for Asa Buchanan. Just Sarah's thoughts as it happens the way I think it should. I may turn this into a series, doing the funeral from other's POV as well. Warning: semi-rambly and mostly introspective, no real action.

One would expect such a sad day to be gray and drizzly- that was the way days like these always were in movies, right? But this day dawned bright, and by the time the proceedings began the sun was shining down on everyone, cheerful as could be.

Sarah hates days like that. Or at least, today she does.

It’s no one’s fault, what happened, but it feels like it’s hers. She should have spent more time with the old cowboy, she thinks, made more of an effort, but she knows deep down that he was just old and it wouldn’t have helped anything. Except maybe her conscience.

She’s standing next to her father as she looks around the cemetery at all the attendees. There are so many people, people that she hasn’t seen in years. Max Holden is here- she got to talk to him before the service. It was good to see him again- brought back memories of her old friend Al, the one who may as well have been her brother growing up.

Her brother. Her big brother C.J. who no one could get in touch with, had no idea his friend Al had died almost four years prior. And had no idea now that he had lost his beloved great-grandfather, the man he had told Sarah when he was twelve that he wanted to be when he grew up. She sighs, leaning into her father’s shoulder. C.J. should be here, she thinks.

But there are so many others that aren’t here that should be. Gabrielle Medina should be here, though she wouldn’t be playing the grieving widow like that blonde across the way- Alex Olanov, Sarah thinks her father said? She vaguely remembered her from when she lived in Llanview when she was a kid. Blinking furiously to keep herself from breaking down and bawling, Sarah looks in another direction.

There, on the far side of the grave- Sarah’s throat tightens as she even thinks the word- are the Buchanan children: Kevin, Joey, Jessica and Natalie. Minus Natalie, they were the people who had been the main constants in her childhood, apart from Asa and her adored big brother, even more so than her parents. The four of them, together once more, make quite an impressive picture standing together, Sarah decides. Kevin and Joey, so dark and somber in their suits. Kevin has one arm around his mother, and the other is seemingly keeping Jessica upright- Jessica, her bright blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight, almost looking blasphemously cheerful, which doesn't go well with her distraught expression, Sarah thinks. On Jessica’s other side stands her twin, as always. The two are holding hands and seem to be each other’s lifeline on this mournful day, though that is no surprise. Sarah has seen them pull each other through worse things than she had ever thought it possible to survive. Natalie shakes her fiery hair out of her face as her father tightens his arm around her shaking shoulder, and she looks up at him gratefully.

And Joey. Joey stands behind his sisters, a hand on each of their shoulders, but he is looking at her, and Sarah knows he’s asking her, without speaking, if she’s going to be okay. She nods, because, really, she is. She’s strong. Thanks in great part to the blood and grit of the man they are laying to rest today.

This thought brings her some peace, and she raises her head, holding it high and proud, just like he always taught her. She is a Buchanan, damn it, and she will make it through this, and do her best to help Renee do the same. Because that is what the old cowboy would’ve wanted more than anything- for the family to stick together.

As she lifts her chin in defiance- to the disapproving stares of the country club crowd or to the gods of fate, she either doesn’t know or hasn’t decided- she notices something. Or rather, someone. Two someones, in fact, walking up to stand behind her cousins across the grave from her.

And she knows that it’s unseemly, and that the priest is still talking, but she breaks free from her father’s hold and walks- not quickly enough to draw too much attention to herself- walks through the crowd, around the grave, and straight into her brother’s arms.

Moments later she smells the indistinguishable scent of Tina Clayton Lord’s perfume, then feels strong arms wrap around all three of them, and she knows her father saw them too and followed her. And for a few moments all the hurt and the pain of the last ten or more years, and the sadness of the day- it all fades away, because they are a family, and just like her cousins now standing next to them, they are all together again, something Sarah never thought would happen.

After too few moments, they break apart and stand facing the gravesite once more, listening to the priest speak. Only now, Sarah allows herself the precious luxury of tears, because she’s crying into the rough fabric of C.J.’s dress uniform and her mother is holding her hand and for now it’s okay to forget all of the pain they’ve all caused each other and be united in their grief. They’ll have time to yell and scream and rage at each other later.

After all, they’re family. And Sarah has a feeling this time it’s going to stick.

New stuff.

2007-08-12T19:56:30Z

New layout, which I am rather happy about- coding by snubbly and header by moi. It's one of my favorites that I've done of Emma from Degrassi.

Also, new userpics! I upgraded to Plus, so I can have 15 instead of six. I was sick of rotating all the time, so you guys'll be seeing different pics nowadays. Also, all userpics are by moi. Speaking of, I finally have my photoshop back up and running after about two months in a slump, so if anyone wants to request anything, feel free.

To celebrate my lovely new layout (and because I need inspiration to strike) I shall write five small drabblish things for the first five prompts that I get- characters or pairings or even just fandoms with either a prompt word, scenario or song lyric thing.

Ciao bellas!

(And in case you can't tell my by userpic I am sort of in a Power Rangers mood).

Hmph.

2007-07-28T02:14:00Z

Was anyone else rather upset that during Once a Ranger, when Adam was fighting or entering and such, he was the only one without his real theme music?

I mean, come on. If you're bringing back Adam, at least give us the "Go, go, Power Rangers!" music!!!

Hpmh. Stupid Disney and their stupid buying the show but not the stupid rights to the stupid music.

Cheapos.