lost in dreams

Drabble: Consumed

2010-03-18T04:56:41Z

Title: Consumed
Author: xraex21
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairing: Katherine/Robin
Disclaimer: I own neither of these lovely characters nor the world they play in.
Spoilers: Season 6 Episode 17 "Chromolume #7"
Summary: It was all almost too much.
Rating: R
Word count: 100

As Katherine dragged her tongue along the muscles in Robin’s neck she felt a feeling of contentment fill her and excitement wriggle underneath her skin. Everything felt palpable, more real as she scrapped her polished nails along her roommate’s toned abdomen. The gossiping voices of her neighbors that had been haunting from the day she moved back to Wisteria Lane disappeared from her mind. The fear of life and all that it entailed dulled into the background. All that was left was the smell of Robin’s skin as she moved beneath the red head. Lust or love, it consumed her.

Drabble: Exposed

2010-03-15T22:17:00Z

Title: Exposed
Author: xraex21
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairing: Katherine/Robin
Disclaimer: I own neither of these lovely characters nor the world they play in.
Spoilers: Season 6 Episode 17 "Chromolume #7"
Summary: After she said the words...
Rating: G
Word count: 100

Ok, it counted.

She had meant it, but the moment the words left her mouth she had felt exposed. Katherine’s lips curved into a nervous smile as her eyes started to water from fear. Everything was so terrifying and her heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out, to run from all of the uncertainty. Robin smiled her reassuring smile and lightly pushed the trembling red head back till she could lie down on top of her. A blush bloomed along Katherine’s skin and she wasn’t sure if she was blushing from arousal or embarrassment or both.

Ficlet: Homecoming

2010-03-11T17:29:05Z

Title: Homecoming
Author: xraex21
Beta: carpesomediem , all mistakes are my own though.
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairing: Katherine/Robin
Disclaimer: I own neither of these lovely characters nor the world they play in.
Spoilers: Season 6 Episode 16 "The Chase" and the sneak peek for Episode 17.
Summary: Robin is glad to be home.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This ficlet is based off of this sneak peek.

Robin was tired and more than a little nervous. She knew her time away at her cousin’s wedding would give Katherine the much needed time to think about the change in their relationship, but she was afraid of what the beautiful red head would decide. Family events were always exhausting, especially when you were the token stripper. Dropping her bags at the door because her arms were too tired to carry them up the flight of stairs to her bedroom, Robin looked around the dark foyer. She surmised that her “roommate” must already be happily tucked away in bed for the night. What Robin would give to be that blanket, tightly wound around Katherine.

With a groan she carefully made her way into the kitchen, after working years at a strip club one got used to walking around in poorly lit areas. Glass of warm milk in hand, she climbed the stairs as quietly as she could. The thick liquid coated the back of her throat and the warmth started to loosen the tenseness in her muscles that the day had brought on. Stopping momentarily in the hallway, she contemplated going into Katherine’s room and crawling into bed with her. Even if that’s what Robin wanted, she knew it wouldn’t be right till she had talked to the older woman about what she wanted.

Deciding her bedroom was best for the night, Robin put her milk down on the dresser and started to remove her clothes as soon as she opened the door not even bothering to pay attention to where they fell, that was tomorrow’s problem.

“Hey.” The sleepy sounding voice made Robin jump in the darkness of her room. As her eyes adjusted further she could barely make out a human shaped lump in her bed.

Suddenly thankful for the lack of light in the room because it hid her blush, Robin responded, “Hi.”

The lump moved as if a person sitting up and said, “I hope you don’t mind. I’ve been sleeping in here since you left. I missed you.”

A profound sigh of relief escaped the blonde as climbed into bed. “No, I don’t mind. I missed you too.”

When their bodies touched Katherine squeaked out, “You’re naked!”

With an unseen smirk Robin snaked her hand around her lover’s neck and guided her head forward. Robin whispered against Katherine’s lips, “And you’re overdressed.”

The blonde let Katherine lead the kiss not wanting to push her into anything she wasn’t sure she completely wanted.

Katherine broke away and Robin felt her stomach clench in fear. A deep chuckle surprised her as she watched the older woman’s hands slowly gather the material of her own nightgown. As Robin was treated to the unhurried uncovering of moonlit skin Katherine husked, “I suppose I am.”

Drabble: Want

2010-03-09T21:16:52Z

Title: Want
Author: xraex21
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairing: Katherine/Robin
Disclaimer: I own neither of these lovely characters nor the world they play in.
Spoilers: Season 6 Episode 16 "The Chase"
Summary: What Robin wants, Robin gets.
Rating: G
Word count: I'm getting good at this 100 word thing. :D

Robin knew what she wanted and never hesitated when it came to claiming it as her own. Katherine was gorgeous, generous, funny, and most importantly she cared for Robin as a person. The red head saw her and still wanted to be with her. Katherine saw it all, the years of suffering through long nights in ankle breaking heels, the effort she was making to create a better life for herself, and she noticed Robin’s feelings. Robin knew she was being manipulative, but she also knew what she wanted. She wanted Katherine and she was going to have her completely.

A/N: It's getting hard to wait for Sundays, but I've found that katherine_robin makes it a little easier. :D

Drabble: Breathe

2010-03-07T03:20:19Z

Title: Breathe
Author: xraex21
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairing: Katherine/Robin
Disclaimer: I own neither of these lovely characters nor the world they play in.
Spoilers: Season 6 Episode 16 "The Chase"
Summary: Always remember to breathe.
Rating: R
Word count: 100 exactly! Whoot!

A/N: Just something quick and fun. ;)

Katherine let her head fall back against the back of the couch and spread her legs wider. She tried to remember to breathe, the more oxygen she got the better it felt. She whimpered pathetically, it was so hard to keep from going over the edge. She was so close. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Then she was gone, suspended in-between feeling everything and feeling nothing.

Katherine breathed out in half relief and half prayer, “Jesus.”

A chuckle coming from in front of her made her open her heavy eyes. “Who knew you were such a screamer?”

Ficlet: Turnabout Is Fair Play

2010-03-03T17:31:49Z

Title: Turnabout Is Fair Play
Author: xraex21
Beta: carpesomediem , all mistakes are my own though.
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairing: Katherine/Robin
Disclaimer: I own neither of these lovely characters nor the world they play in.
Spoilers: Season 6 Episode 16 "The Chase"
Summary: Katherine has a plan.
Rating: PG

Whoot! This pairing finally has a community! katherine_robin

Turnabout Is Fair Play

Katherine watched her housemate jog off into the neighborhood as she sat down on the front porch waiting for her return. It had become somewhat of a morning ritual. Letting her needlepoint rest limply in her lap, she let thoughts of her lover take over her mind.

Since their first night together Robin had been torturing her. Torturing her with lingering glances that she could almost feel heat from, trailing up and down her body. Sometimes it wasn’t even the looks that got to her; sometimes it was the unnecessary touches. In public, around the neighborhood, and even while they were passing each other in the bathroom. It was all innocent of course or at least that’s what she had to tell herself. The blonde was an ex-stripper, but in Katherine’s mind there was very little “ex” about it. She still teased and made it look effortless. Maybe, just maybe, it was effortless. The way her hips swayed and she bent down just so, maybe all of it was effortless.

Katherine had never done “effortless” very well. Everything she did required effort, not that anyone noticed. Even Robin seemed content to roll over in bed in the morning and lightly comb her fingers through Katherine’s red hair with a pleased smile on her face. Though times like those Katherine had to admit she didn’t mind Robin’s indolent attitude about how she looked. Times like those she was too happy to worry that she had imprints of her pillow on the side of her face or that her eyes were still blurry with sleep.

Since Robin had moved in there had been a tension inside Katherine constantly influx, her libido pulling at the calmness the younger woman created within her. She was excited all the time, yet always at ease around the carefree blonde. When she was gone, when Robin had to leave, was when the world started to teeter on its axis. Things stopped making sense and Katherine couldn’t recognize the need within herself to be near the other woman. Her therapist said her growing feelings for Robin would hinder her recovery, but without Robin she couldn’t see the point of recovery. She had been so lonely and now she felt so fulfilled.
A flash of neon sportswear and blonde hair cut through the landscape of white picket fences. Katherine’s pulse sped up as her breathing slowed nearly to a stop.

“Hey there!” Robin looked down at Katherine’s project still in her lap. “You didn’t get very far.”

Katherine chuckled and patted the seat next to her as an invitation to the blonde. “No, I guess I didn’t. I get lost in thought.”

Shaking her head slightly, Robin held out her hand to help Katherine up. “All good things I hope?” A seductive smile made it nearly impossible for Katherine not to accept the outstretched hand and stand up.

Robin twined their fingers together as Katherine tried not to stare at her still heaving chest. “Yes, all good things. I was thinking of making French toast for breakfast. What do you think?”

Once inside with the door closed Robin tugged on their still clasped hands and kissed Katherine soundly. Breaking off Robin lightly brushed her hand across Katherine’s cheek and rasped, “All right just let me grab a quick shower and I’ll be down to help.”

Watching the blonde bounce up the stairs Katherine yelled after her, “No need, I have it under control. Just take a relaxing shower and let me whip something up.”

Robin had been torturing her. The only thing she could think of to get some of the balance back in her life was to torture Robin right back. It might not be an effortless venture, but it was certainly something she was capable of. Stripping off her clothes Katherine took a deep breath and folded them neatly on the couch. The red head grabbed her apron once she was in the kitchen and wound it securely around her sensitive skin. She could cook Cinnamon Brioche French Toast in her sleep, now she was going to do it naked.

Ficlet: Vengeance

2010-03-03T14:24:25Z

Title: Vengeance
Author: xraex21
Beta: smartyshortie , all mistakes are my own though.
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Disclaimer: I own neither of these lovely characters nor the world they play in.
Spoilers: Well it turns out everything is fair game in this one. I kind of went for broke.
Summary: My response to cathandsara 's Week 2 Challenge: Vengeance
Rating: PG

Vengeance

Today Catherine Willows was feeling more than a tad vengeful. She was letting the thoughts of causing her enemy severe discomfort keep her pulse high in her throat. They didn’t know all that she had suffered; the team was blissfully unaware of the struggles she had gone through leading them. They were fractured, incomplete. Once Grissom walked out everything had started to fall apart. She was the last one left who could try and keep them together. She had done everything that she could think of to keep the few pieces of their family with one another. Ultimately it had not been enough and judging by the report Riley had left, the broken team had been her fault. How could Riley think that? She hadn’t known what they had been. She hadn’t known what it was like to work with Grissom, Sara, Warrick, Greg, and Nick all together. The way they had feed off of each other’s creative energy. The way they had healed each other’s wounds when cases became too much and their loved ones at home deserted them. No one, but the members of the original Night Shift knew what they had been capable of and what they had meant to one another. The person who ruined it all was going to feel a bit of her rage and pain, even if it was indirectly given. Today Catherine Willows was going on the hunt.

The shirt she had chosen to wear to work was just low enough to make Greg cry with want and just high enough for her not to get her fired. It’s all about the angles, she has control. She chose who got to see what or in this case who was unfortunate enough to get a show. This was punishment in its purest form. Her prey can look, but they can’t touch.

She knows what hunger looks like, because she used to make a living off controlling that hunger. She fed off the blatant gazes of desire and the uncomfortable tension when she walked into a room. It has just been a week since Sara Sidle had walked back into their lives like nothing over the last few years had happened. Like she hadn’t left them worried, hadn’t toyed with Grissom, and like Warrick hadn’t died. Catherine knew it wasn’t fair to blame Sara for Warrick’s death, but she was angry that the brunette hadn’t been with their family when it had happened. She was angry that the younger woman hadn’t stayed after the funeral. Most importantly she was angry that the girl’s selfishness had taken Grissom away from them, had left her all alone with a desolate lab to lead. Nick and Greg had tried, but it wasn’t the same. Their family was gone; it had left with Sara when she had gone the first time. Sara had led them away from the warmth of the Vegas lights, away from the warmth of their combined love. Sara had left them in a desert of her own creation, separated and alone.

If Sara Sidle and all her gloom had stayed none of this would have happened, their family would have stayed whole. She would have stayed whole. Now Sidle was back like nothing had ever happened and for the sake of the team Catherine was willing to let it go. She’d let it all go, eventually. The anger and hurt still gnawed at her though. She had to let it out somehow, but she wasn’t about to give Ecklie a chance to further separate the team. So she didn’t have a choice but to get creative.

Catherine knew what hunger looked like; she had seen it directed her way all her life. She knew the look of lust and she knew how to draw it out of someone letting it become all consuming. She was the boss now, she had the control and Sara Sidle was going to suffer.

Ficlet: In The Light of Day

2010-03-02T19:15:46Z

Title: In The Light of Day
Author: xraex21
Beta: carpesomediem , all mistakes are my own though.
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairing: Katherine/Robin
Disclaimer: I own neither of these lovely characters nor the world they play in.
Spoilers: This is set directly after Season 6 Episode 16 "The Chase".
Summary: The morning after is when things really start to set in.
Rating: PG

A/N: I wasn't too sure I could pull off writing these two, so any feedback is welcome. If you think I should continue to write for this pairing please let me know.
A/N 2: Oh and for anyone who likes visuals with their fic. Enjoy!

In The Light of Day

Katherine watched Robin’s chest rise and fall as she slept. The woman was gorgeous and that body could move, as the previous night could attest to. Robin’s beauty wasn’t what had gotten to Katherine though; it was the look in Robin’s eyes as she walked away from what she wanted. That look of understanding and acceptance had shaken Katherine to her core.

Katherine knew she was unstable. She felt undeserving of the love Robin was willing to give her when she couldn’t promise the blonde any of the things she desperately wanted to promise her. She couldn’t promise her stability, commitment, sexual prowess, or even sanity. She didn’t know if she was attracted to women or if she was just attracted to Robin. The younger woman was captivating in or outside her clothes, it didn’t matter. The moment she’d glide into a room Katherine felt her breath leave her. Robin always knew how to make the horrible things in life seem small.

Tracing a finger down the blonde’s arm Katherine felt her eyes start to water. She wanted so badly to be enough, to be able to hold Robin without fear of the world. She was so scared of it all, so scared she was willing to hide away in her big empty house alone. She just wanted to feel safe, to feel like she did when Robin smiled that special smile that Katherine was starting to suspect she saved just for her. The blonde was always reaching out to her, even after all she knew about her past.

The pleasant ache in the red head’s body told her she was wanted. Robin had made sure to kiss every imperfection, every freckle, and every scar. Stretching Katherine stared at the crisp whiteness of the ceiling, letting her insecurities over take her mind. Fear crippled her, made her feel weak and breakable.

So consumed with her thoughts she didn’t realize the bed had shifted slightly until she felt the arm on her stomach tighten around her. Bright eyes filled with untainted joy looked down at her as Robin moved to straddle her.

Once on top the blonde rasped, “Good morning sleepy head. Ready for round…what is it now? 32?” A carefree giggle and a devilish smile was all it took to bring Katherine to tears.

Robin lent down to kiss the older woman’s lips, as she whipped away the wetness on her cheeks. “No tears. I know it’s new, but I promise you I’ll take care of you.”

Sliding off the still tearful woman Robin drew her close and kissed the top of her head. Katherine felt the tension leave her body. Robin’s scent and warmth filled her mind, so much so she didn’t know where Robin stopped and she began. For the first time in the longest time she felt she could stay here without fear of what might happen. Robin made her feel the safest she’d ever felt. Cuddling further into her new lover Katherine let the light of the sun embrace them, leaving the shadows for another day.

If we lie, we lie for love.

2010-01-22T03:39:26Z

Title: If we lie, we lie for love.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the messed up little world they play in.
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Catherine Willows/Sara Sidle
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes people lie.
Spoilers: Season 10
Archiving: Please do not archive without permission from the author.
A/N: Thanks to smartyshortie for betaing this for me. Feedback keeps me writing, which I don't do very much of anymore. So any little comment helps.

If we lie, we lie for love.

Catherine Willows could lie; she was very good at it when she wanted to be. When she was young it gave her power over those around her, helped her stay alive in a world filled with sex and drugs. Now it gave her power over a perp in an interview, an edge over her coworkers when they became too inquisitive about her personal life, and most importantly it allowed her to trick herself into believing the bliss she was feeling could go on forever. It had been a long time since she needed to lie to herself the way she currently was. Sara Sidle had walked back into the lab with a ring on her finger and a new confidence. Everything that had previously made the younger woman unapproachable melted away when a smile graced her strong features and Catherine could not help but feel her heart swell in return.

What had once been affection between coworkers now was an obsession. Catherine was always aware of the younger woman’s whereabouts while they were both in the lab. Under the premise of being the supervisor she could always ask the lab rats when she lost track of the enigmatic woman. They had lunch together when they could and slowly lunch turned into dinner. Dinner became drinks and then Catherine lost control. She let the lie consume her, let it consume them both.

They were not cheating and they most certainly were not in love.

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Grissom called about twice a week, checking in on his wife and updating her on his work. Sara loved him, but she did not burn for him the way she did her friend. Catherine Willows had calmed in her absence and become stronger in her role as a leader. Sometimes she needed a push in the right direction, but when it mattered she was always there to keep things together.

Things were not what they had been when she left. The lab was on shaky ground as everyone got used to the restructuring. Everyone had their hearts in the right place, everyone except Catherine and her. She should feel guilty but she could not bring herself to when they curled up on the couch and made fun of the unrealistic physics in action movies. She felt so complete and that was something she had never gotten to really feel before. What she had now she was not going to lose, even if that meant keeping everyone in the dark.

They were cheating. They just were going to have to keep it a secret.

Boredom leads to disaster. Just saying.

2010-01-18T06:34:15Z

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(Why do I get the feeling this will be a train wreck?)

If this blows up in my face it was jetgirl78 's fault.

Hookup

2009-12-24T22:51:43Z

Ronnie (Malin Akerman) and Cynthia (Kristen Bell) really need to hook up on Couples Retreat. That's all.

“Open Wide Psyco Slut!” aka Bitch Slap! Movie Drinking Game

2009-12-23T03:36:15Z

Every time … take a shot (or for those with a lower tolerance take a drink).

1. They say the word “Cunt”
2. Someone is killed
3. Clothing is torn
4. Lesbians kiss
5. Lesbians are having sex
6. A girl is topless
7. One of the main characters is tied up by one of the other main characters
8. Someone gets liquid poured on them
9. Something is blown up
10. Bad green screen scene

For those who are especially brave (read stupid) or alcoholics take a drink every time there is a boob shot.

Enjoy! (This game is preferably played by lesbians or bi chicks. Because really? Who else loves boob shots more than us?)

Prompt Challenge: Drabbles

2009-12-12T03:39:12Z

Awhile back I asked my LJ friends to give me some prompts to help rejuvenate my muse. I got about halfway done when school said it was time to stop daydreaming and to start reading boring books about boring people. Well I'm still in the middle of finals, but I'm taking a break to finish these up and post them. I hope you enjoy. (Also these are unbeated…eeeek! In my defense they are drabbles.)

Disclaimer: I'm a college student that lives off indescribable foods and not enough hours of sleep. You can sue but I'll probably just give you the 25 cents I have in the bank and be done with it. I own none of these lovely characters or the worlds they live in.

CSI

From: smartieshorty

Prompt: Catherine/Sara - That's life

Sara looked around at the carnage. Bodies where lit up by the lights of the patrol cars, illuminating their lifeless faces in the warm Vegas night. A simple home invasion had gotten out of control and now the neighborhood side walk cradled the motionless forms of two soon to be decorated heroes. On the lawn laid the body of twelve-year-old girl, blood seeping from her wound and disappearing into the vibrantly green lawn. The lanky brunette tried to still her nerves and place up enough walls to be able to step inside the house. Death was a part of life and more times than not the reason she came into work everyday. This was why she was here; this was her life.

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From: smartieshorty

Prompt: Catherine/Sara - First kiss

Sitting down next to the pensive brunette Catherine asked, “Is it hard?”

Confused the brunette responded, “What?”

Catherine softly explained, “Being apart from Grissom during the holidays.”

Smiling slightly at her colleague’s concern she responded honestly, “Not really. We talk every night on the phone and I have you guys to keep me company.”

Patting the younger woman’s thigh and said, “Well you know we’ll always be here for you. We’re a family after all. A very dysfunctional family, but a family all the same.”

Reaching down to intertwine their fingers she mumbled, “Thanks Cath.”

Leaning forward just enough to make the brunette nervous she whispered, “Oh and Sara? You’re under the mistletoe.”

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From: smartieshorty

Prompt: Catherine/Sara - Damnit Greg!

“Greg I’m going to kill you!” Sara fumed as she stormed down the lab’s hallway.

Chuckling Catherine could not help but intercept the brunette and ask, “What did he do this time?”

Blushing Sara responded, “Don’t worry about it Cat I’ve got it under control.”

Catherine reached out to block the younger woman’s path, “I’m supervisor now Sara, I need to know what is happening in my lab.”

Sara set her jaw and held up a picture of what looked like two very drunk women sloppily kissing at the Christmas party the lab had held the night before.

“Damnit Greg! Get your ass in my office now!”

Sara tried and failed at not being turned on.

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From: carpesomediem

Prompt: Cath/Sara - in Vegas to stay

Grissom was halfway around the world but she didn’t feel lonely. Sara missed him, but she didn’t need him like she used to. They talked almost every night and during the day she had Catherine to keep her entertained. The blonde always seemed to perk up when she entered the room. It was such a change from where their friendship had originally started, if you could even call it that back then. She had the best of both worlds and she wasn’t going to do anything to endanger that. She was in Vegas to stay this time.

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From: zephyr_tempest

Prompt: Cath/Sara - things left unspoken

Grissom had come to visit during his holiday break. The team had been excited but a certain blonde had been slightly cold. She could not help but think that it had all been her fault. That she had done something to change the dynamic of the team by loosing control of her feelings for the shorter woman. Everything had been fine on the surface, Grissom had gone back to work with a smile on his face. She knew it would not last though, she knew it was just the calm before the storm. As a shiver spread throughout her body she could not help but be a little excited at the possibility of seeing her superior angry.

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Defying Gravity

From: zephyr_tempest

Prompt: Jen/Zoe – Distance

The night sky was very different in space, it’s always night. There really is no escape from the stars or the endless darkness. They get to see things that people on Earth can only dream about. She should be happy. She should be able to look at the night sky and feel pride in all that she has achieved, but all she can feel is lonely. Her husband is so far away and Zoe has been moping after Donner since they got on this tin can. The farther she gets from Rollie the more she needs Zoe, but the farther they get from Earth the closer Zoe gets to Donner. All of this left Jen alone looking at the night sky wondering why she ever signed up. Who wanted space when they had no one to share it with?

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Devil Wears Prada

From: smartieshorty 

Prompt: Miranda/Andy - Late Nights

Andy actually liked waiting for the book. Once the floor had emptied out and the sun set Runway was actually peaceful, tranquil even. The lights of the city played off the glass of Miranda’s office and broke through the darkness of the dimly lighted area around her desk. It gave Andy space from all the things that weighed her down during the day. Between Miranda and Nate she had begun to feel pulled apart by it all. Their neediness was astounding. How could two tremendously different people both want her to fill the voids so badly in their lives? Andy took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair. Sometimes she just needed the quiet.

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Dollhouse

From: smartieshorty

Prompt: Whiskey/Echo - Lost and Found

Every day was a new adventure. One day they were bank robbers, then the next they were housewives who liked to be tied up. Sometimes they were even sisters, but those days just felt wrong. The best days were the days they got to be someone new together. It was those days that she wished she could remember, instead of the flashes of violence that pounded through her head reminding her of her past experiences. She felt so many people within her, but even with all those voices she could never find the right one. They had separated them and it hurt so much. The only time she ever felt happy was when they were together. She would do whatever it took to find her, even if that meant no more adventures.

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From: zephyr_tempest

Prompt: Whiskey/Echo - Reset

The war was over. The Dollhouse had been crushed and the survivors had been left to pull themselves back up from the wreckage. No money, no identities, and with scars that would mar their bodies and minds they walked away from each other. They were free to be whomever they wanted now.

Two brunettes slept through a late Sunday a morning letting the light of midday keep their skin warm as the sheets bunched at the bottom of the bed. One of them reached out towards the side table fumbling for her glasses and the bed shifting woke the other occupant.

“Sorry babe. Did I fall asleep?”

While gently pushing a loose strand of hair back behind her lover’s ear she replied, “Just for a little while.”

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Glee

From: jetgirl78 

Prompt:

Puck began to think that maybe making pot laced cupcakes for the bake sale and not telling the other Glee members was a bad idea. Apparently Rachel never ate something as unhealthy and filled with empty calories as cupcakes, so when she got the munchies she was worse than a pregnant Quinn. Now it was just the three of them laughing in the empty lunchroom with pink stained cupcake liners littering the table in front of them. He watched in fascinated horror as Rachel Berry turned her wheel chair towards the snorting former cheerleader and said, “I iz gunna touch ur boobz now.” The diva then proceeded to lean forward with outstretched frosted covered fingertips and grope a shocked Quinn.

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Nikki & Nora

From: zephyr_tempest

Prompt: Nikki/Nora - how Dan found out

They hadn’t meant it to happen in the first place. There were rules against this sort of thing for a reason, well not rules per say but it was frowned upon. They hadn’t meant to get caught in a surprise torrential down pour or to have their innocent locker room towel fight turn into a heated make out session. She was going to kill that weather guy, sunny skies my ass. Now Dan was pouting in his office because the girl of his dreams had just had her tongue down her new partners throat. Nikki felt guilty, but not that guilty. I mean have you seen Nora’s ass?

Happy Thanksgiving To Me!

2009-11-27T02:14:45Z

So my last dream before waking up this morning involved the very delicious Elizabeth Mitchell. Inspired I watched the first four episodes of V. I might not be a fan of the show but I am a fan of this:

Guess I'll keep watching to see her for now.

Jacked from SmartyShortie

2009-11-23T23:49:41Z

Needs Help!

2009-11-13T04:10:45Z

So I was talking to smartyshortie and I said I'd write a little bit to try and unblockify my writer's block.

I need drabble prompts and if you love me you will spare 2 minutes of your time to give me some. PLEASE!!!! I'm drowning here. Save me!

*pouts* *puppy dog eyes* *whimpers* *sobs*

Prompts can be one word, a sentence, or anything you want. If you want to put a pairing along with it, go ahead (just please pick one I've written before or that you know I probably could).

Post as many prompts as you want (100 would not be to much with the way my muse has been lately!)

Ok, to those who help me out you have my undying love and affection.

To the others: WHYYYYY DO YOU HATE ME SOOOOO?!

Melodrama over.

Love,

Rae

Babes That Bump in the Night

2009-10-28T20:21:58Z

Title: Babes That Bump in the Night

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the messed up little world they play in. Just borrowing for some Halloween fun.

Archiving: Please do not archive without permission from the author.

Fandom: CSI

Pairing: Catherine Willows/Sara Sidle

Rating: R, I let them swear where the show does not.

Summary: Who knew a carnival could be so much fun?

Spoilers: “Nesting Dolls” Season 5 Episode 13 and “Werewolves” Season 6 Episode 11

A/N: Thanks to carpesomediem for betaing this for me. I hope you enjoy this because it was a lot of fun to write. Also, if you can let me know what you think I’d really appreciate it, as I can never tell with these things what people liked and what they didn’t.

The problem with Vegas is everyone has this picture in their head on what they think they are going to get when they arrive, what they are going to see and how they are going to be treated. Funny thing is, it’s just like any other city. I’m not sure if it’s the big lights flashing in their eyes or the excessive amounts of alcohol rushing through their veins, but when they first get here they are like kids in a candy store. Always looking for what is theirs. When the tourists sober up and finally take a look around, it’s like someone stole their candy right out of their mildly sticky hands. People work just as hard here to make a living as anywhere else.

“Seriously? A traveling carnival coming to Vegas? Why the hell would they do that? I mean the whole city is kind of an attraction on its own.”

Catherine chuckled darkly then said with a teasing tone, “What’s wrong Sidle? Your parents didn’t take you on the Ferris wheel as a kid so now you’re bitter?”

Sara eyes slid down into agitated slits as she responded, “My parents were hippies. Of course they took me to the fair grounds. It was much cheaper to score some weed from the carnies then it was to pay the inflated prices in town.”

A smile crept up with a cocked eyebrow. “Think we can score some tonight?”

“Yeah right, Cat. I’m more likely to smoke pot these days then you are. And I have to tell you, the chance of that happening is slim to none.”

They were far enough into their shift that the actual carnival had shut down for the night. Only a few overindulging patrons remained with some bemused and irritated carnies watching them stumble about. A small but oddly glamorous tent emerged on their right as they continued to walk to their crime scene that was on the other side of the fair ground. Dizzyingly gold stitching stretched out across the tent and proclaimed itself as Madame Gitanos House of Visions on sweeping burgundy velvet.

Sara muttered, “It’s a tent.”

Light puffs of smoke smelling strongly of tobacco were accompanied by a warning, “If you’re not careful child a cat will bite that deceptive tongue of yours right out.”

Catherine jumped a little while Sara squared her shoulders defensively; neither of them had seen the haggard elderly woman until after she had spoken. More smoke billowed their way from the woman’s flaring nostrils after she took another drag from her hand rolled cigarette.

Catherine recovered first as she held out her hand to the woman, “I’m sorry. We’re with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I can assure you my colleague meant no offense. I’m Catherine Willows.”

The woman’s heavily wrinkled skin squished coldly in Catherine’s hand, she shook it softly afraid that the misshapen bones would shatter in her grasp. Sara just continued to stare on with her professional face in place, but the blonde could feel her irritation simmering below the calm facade.

Yellow teeth made an appearance while darkly painted lips peeled back into something that must have once resembled a smile. “You’d be the dancer then. I knew a dancer would come here tonight. Are you here to perform? It has been such a long time since I’ve seen a woman truly dance with her skin rejoicing in the moonlight.”

Sara stepped forward while her hand instinctively gripped onto Catherine’s shoulder and said, “I think we should go, we have a crime scene to investigate.” Slowly turning her mildly stunned superior around Sara drew Catherine away from the chortling gypsy.

Without a look back both women could hear Madame Gitarios croon after them, “Can’t run from fate ladies, it has a twisted sense of humor about hunting you down.”

A slight shiver ran up each of the investigators spins as they unconsciously hastened their steps in unison crunching gravel under their heavy work boots.

As The Mysterious Mystical House of Mirages climbed its way into their vision they knew they were in the right place. Lights from patrol cars flashed wildly illuminating the illustrations of side show performers on the front of the makeshift building. The strong man lifting ten times his weight, the beautiful tattooed savage woman laying lewdly, the voodoo king with his toys of manipulation, and a disturbing portrayal of a werewolf howling in the darkness to a painted moon.

“Good evening ladies. I’m not really sure how you’re going to handle this one. No one is talking and that place is like a maze,” the young officer said while holding up the crime scene tape for them and nodding towards the dilapidated building. “Oh and the coroner has already been here so feel free to touch, he had another case and said he’d be back within the hour to pick up the body.” With a smile from Catherine and a curt nod from Sara, he turned his back and began to interview what they assumed was the strong man.

As they entered through the entryway Sara felt along the wall till she found a light switch. While futilely flicking it back and forth she said, “Guess the lights don’t work.”

Guiding her flashlight Catherine squinted as the light reflected back at her from what looked like hundreds of mirrors. “Well, this is going to be a pain in the ass.”

With a chuckle and a smirk, Sara took a bold step into the darkness. She swiveled slightly to address the shorter woman, “Where’s your sense of adventure Cat? It could be fun!”

Catherine was amused by the younger woman’s enthusiasm, which had become rarer these days as the tension between Sara and Grissom had grown. Oddly enough it hadn’t been sexual tension as many of the lab rats had expected, instead it was more of Sara trying to assert herself under her mentor's constant guidance. Catherine considered the woman in the mirrors reflected light and decided that she was always more relaxed without Gil around, even if they both loved him dearly his presence had started to suffocate the team.

With a slight bump of the hip into her counterpart Catherine laughed lightly, “Lead on Nancy Drew.”

Winding themselves round distorting images of themselves mixed with the blackness of the room they slowly made their way through the maze. Every now and then Sara would stop, pointing to a mirror and forcing Catherine to stand in front of it. The best had been the one that had made the shorter woman even shorter, squashing her form and stretching it horizontally until she looked like a chubby dwarf. Sara’s body had fallen into Catherine’s from laughing so hard at the image giving Catherine the first real feeling of warmth since they had entered the building. It was unusually cold and the lack of light made it all the more obvious as goose bumps rose along her exposed forearms.

Their light mood ended abruptly as Sara almost stepped on the body. As the light from their flashlights swept along blood tarnished glass mirrors, Catherine felt the coolness in the air sink deeper into her bones. They were there for a reason and by the looks of the bloods splatter that surrounded them, it was a very serious one.

“Catherine look.” Sara interrupted Catherine’s thoughts as she pointed her ray of light at the body. “Look familiar?”

Crouching down careful not to let her knees touch the ground the blonde recognized the fur like hair covering their dead body, “Hypertricosis.”

Tilting her head Sara asked, “Isn’t this medical condition supposed to be rare? I mean we just had a DB with this a year ago.”

Peering in the darkness Catherine could just make out purse in her friend’s lips and knowing what that meant she offered an explanation, “Well that’s true, but think of where we are. I bet this operation travels all over the U.S. and when they saw this kid I’m sure they jumped at the chance to add him to the show.”

The flash of Sara taking a photo of the body echoed off the walls around them as leaned in closer to inspect his face. “Does his nose look more pronounced to you?”

Shining her flashlight over to the area in question she guessed, “Probably got plastic surgery for the gig.”

Sara swallowed down the bile threatening to force its way up her throat as she noticed the engraved ivory knife sticking out of the man’s sternum. They couldn’t remove that without David present so she decided to fixate on the gaping hole where the boy’s heart used to be.

Sara felt her feet get warm as a smoke filtered into the room, afraid that there was a fire she grabbed Catherine’s arm and pulled her up.

“Jesus Sara! What the hell?”

“Do you see that?”

Finally noticing the smoke as it crawled towards them and the body Catherine took a step back only to notice that the smoke was coming from every direction leaking out of the cracks between the mirrors. Rising higher and higher till it obscured their view of the body completely the smoke began to settle.

Clearing her throat the blonde took a step forward and tried to swat away the smoke only to have it glide in between her fingers unaffected. “I don’t think it’s dangerous. It reminds me of the smoke machines they sometimes used when we danced. I’m sure it’s either part of the show or someone is messing with us.”

The mirrors around them shook slightly as if struggling to move then they calmed and the image of young girl danced on stage. Her golden hair gleamed in the red tinted stage lights as her body moved fluidly along with the music. The bass from the club in the mirrors vibrated under the investigators’ feet as they watched the girl gyrate to the beat and glide along a gleaming silver pole. Her features became clear as the faux smoke from the bottom of the stage dissipated and striking blue eyes called out from the mirror.

Sara felt her pulse quicken and her body begin to perspire as she watched the erotic dance. Her breathing became labored as her eyes were transfixed to the younger version of her colleague. Not caring how she was seeing this or even wondering how it was possible she just stared mutely as the lithe body swung methodically round the pole. Hands roamed in self-exploration as customers pushed bills into her skimpy outfit. Jealousy rose within Sara and she looked away, only then realizing Catherine was looking at her and not the mirrors.

Irritated by Sara’s silence Catherine quietly roared at her counterpart, “So what, you’ve got nothing to say?”

As the words left her mouth the smoke swirled around them and then as if almost far off in the distance but eerily clear to their ears they heard the mirrors ring out with Catherine’s past words.

You know every time we get a case with just a hint of domestic violence or abuse. You go off the deep end. What is your problem?

Both women watched themselves in the mirror stuck emotionally between bitterness and regret. Sara trying to ease the tension but having a hard time controlling her anger turned away from the mirror and said, “I got suspended for that one. I don’t see why you want to talk so much it obviously just gets us into trouble.”

The mirrors bent like cool air meeting the heat of scorching pavement until it twisted its image into Sara’s apartment with Grissom standing over a sitting Sara. The tension of the scene being played out ebbed through the mirrors till it filled the room, leaving the women to uncomfortably take the scene in silently.

I’m not rationalizing anything. I crossed the line with Catherine and was insubordinate to Ecklie.

Why?

Leave it alone.

No, Sara.

What do you want from me?

I want to know why you’re so angry.

The mirrors went back to normal letting Sara release the breath she had been holding.

Catherine’s next words cut through the silence making Sara jump slightly from the unrestrained anger in the blonde’s voice, “This is bullshit! Even in here you won’t let me see what’s wrong. Why won’t you let me help you?”

Sara stared at Catherine eyes wide with surprise then she clamped them shut as the emotions over took her. Too many things were swirling in her mind as tears threatened to spill. She wondered how awful it could possibly be to let Catherine in. The mirrors changed again before she could make a final decision.

It’s funny the things that you remember and the things that you don’t, you know? There was the smell of iron in the air. Cast off on the bedroom wall. There was this young cop puking his guts. I don’t remember the woman who took me to foster care. I can’t remember her name. Which is strange, you know ‘cause I couldn’t let go of her hand.

Well the mind has its filters.

I do remember the looks. I became the girl whose father was stabbed to death. Do you think there is a murder gene?

I don’t believe genes are a predictor of violent behavior.

You wouldn’t know that in my house. The fights, the yelling, the trips to the hospital, I thought it was the way that everybody lived. When my mother killed my father I found out that it wasn’t.

Remembering the pain of that moment, Sara’s tears did spill over as she tried to hold back a sob. Warm fingertips threaded their way into her clenched fist and squeezed gently. Sara’s breathing became ragged as she felt the difference between Catherine’s cradling of her hand and the memory of the tight emotionally distant squeeze she received from Grissom. Making no move to release the brunette’s hand Catherine pulled the crumbling woman to her, slowly wrapping her arms around the overly skinny body, and letting Sara rest her head on her shoulder.

Trying not to sound happy about finally being let into Sara’s mind Catherine promised, “It’ll be okay Sara. I’ll make sure of it.”

So enthralled in the hug the investigators didn’t notice the smoke moving once again or the waving of the images in the mirrors till they heard a low moan.

I’m going to give you the best ride of your life Sidle.

Sara burrowed herself deeper into Catherine’s shoulder to hide from memory being played out before her. Catherine on the other hand stared fascinated as Sofia Curtis pushed an obviously drunk Sara back onto a bed.

You won’t even remember who Catherine Willows is in the morning, promise you that.

Listening to the detective’s laugher caused the blonde to possessively cling to the shaking body in her embrace. Catherine watched as Sofia dipped between gorgeously bare thighs and hum with delight as she tasted Sara. Feeling tears of rage and jealousy start to sting her dry eyes; Catherine pushed the still shaking woman back so that her body covered up the mirror. Even though the rest of the mirrors around them showed the same thing, Sofia relishing in the flavor of Sara.

Need overpowered reason as the emotionally distraught blonde slammed her lips violently into those of the emotionally wrecked coworker. She needed to make sure Sara never forgot who she was. Hunger drove them as the kiss was deepened and their hands dug into each other’s bodies. The sting of Sara’s nails digging into her sides focused the smaller woman enough to lighten the kiss letting it evolve into something more sweet.

Through the release of having shown Sara what she was feeling Catherine slowly pulled back but only to move down her neck placing small kisses on her way. Having found a spot that made the lanky brunette moan heavily, Catherine sunk her teeth in just enough to mark it before lavishing the bruised area with a lazy suction. Sufficiently pleased the blonde pulled back and looked into dilated chocolate eyes.

“Why on earth would you want to forget me Sidle?”

Panting Sara replied in a hoarse voice, “Because it hurts to want you so much and never be able to touch you.”

“I never said you couldn’t touch Sara. You just never tried. Could have given me a hint you know?” Catherine leaned back in and placed a lingering kiss on the still panting woman’s mouth. “We could have been kissing like that for seven fucking years.” Working her way down Sara’s body she reached under the younger woman’s shirt letting her fingers graze against warm skin.

Banging her head back against the mirror Sara ground out, “Catherine stop! Dead body. Crime scene. Destroying evidence. Fucking creepy mirrors.”

Blinking Catherine took in the scene as the smoke drained away back into the mirrors. Deciding that the sooner they finished collecting evidence the faster they would be able to continue exploring this new facet of their relationship she said, “You’re right let's finish up and get the hell out of here.”

Suddenly light filled the room blinding the two women momentarily. Hearing footsteps from behind they turned to see Brass come up behind them.

With a perplexed expression he asked, “Why are you guys in the dark? And why are you over here? The OD is in the next room and David is already back waiting to take the body.” He pointed to the path to their right.

Looking down they noticed the dead body is part of the decorations as well as the fake blood on the mirrors. Feelings unnerved by this change in events, the women silently followed Brass as he led them out of the maze.

Loading up the small amount of evidence for the simple overdose case of a chronic heroine user into the back of the Tahoe the two investigators felt the subtle edge of insecurity cut into their movements. Neither had spoken of what had happened in The Mysterious Mystical House of Mirages afraid that that is all it had really been, a mirage.

Once safely in the car and on the road Catherine ventured out into the unknown and asked, “That really happened, didn’t it? You do have feelings for me?”

Relaxing into the passenger seat Sara felt relief flood her body, “I don’t know what happened but I do know that I’ve had feelings for you since the first day you were a bitch to me.”

Pretending to be affronted Catherine huffed, “Good because it’ll make me bringing you back to my place and putting Sofia’s Sapphic love skills to shame a little less awkward.” With a wicked smile and a heated glance she added. “Better cancel all your plans for tomorrow Sidle, I own that sweet little ass of yours now.”

Smirking at the blonde’s obvious jealously and the promise of something more Sara felt a small twinge of pain in her mouth.

“Ow! Cat I think you bit my tongue!”

I watched them drive off into the night knowing how they’d be spending the rest of it. The image of their bodies writhing together made me chuckle. I do love my job even if it makes me come off a little creepy to people. Walking past my tent and into the back lot where another black Tahoe was parked, I made my way to my client. He rolled down his window and handed me a thick roll of bills.

The lights from the carnival reflected off his glasses as he said, “Thank you for your services Madame Gitanos. Hopefully this will stop them from tearing apart my lab. They can be so pigheaded sometimes I wonder how they can be such great scientists.”

I answered with a broken smile, “It truly was my pleasure Mr. Grissom.”

Number One

2009-09-26T04:27:07Z

Title: Number One

Summary: Who we are...
Beta: kennedyismyhero

Fandom: Dollhouse

Pairing: Whiskey/Echo

Rating: PG

Spoilers: Season 2 Episode 1 “Vows”

Inspired by: This fanmix by palex_4_ever

Disclaimer: This is not for profit, unless they started taxing fan girl squees. I own neither of these beautiful ladies nor the world they play in.

Number One

No one is their best in here…

Sometimes I think Echo might be even more fractured than I am. Whoever I am today. She still has her innocence after all that has happened. It makes me want to lie down and die. Why? Why does she get to stay innocent? After all that has been done, everything that has shaped us. She sits back and lets them touch her without fear. Lets me touch her without fear. My whole life has become about fear.

We were the same and now we are the other’s antithesis. She is everything I will never be again. Who I was will never matter again and now who I am barely matters. I am no one. I am not even a doll; my scars are proof of that. One day they will come for me and I’ll disappear. She’ll still be here or if her time with them is over she will be up there breathing in her freedom.

We used to be the same. We used to be the same. I used to be number one.

…Where is it safe?

Flashes of the past, not mine, not my own. She’s there sometimes, when she was like me and I was like her. We dressed the same, we talked the same, and we felt the same. Now she’s different and sometimes after the flashes I miss her, and who she used to be.

I don’t think that the woman from the flashes is coming back to me, but even so, when I see her scar-lined face I feel warmth consume me. She won’t hurt me, even if she thinks she might.

Concern floods her features when she lets slip her façade of being one of them. She can try to be cold but she knows. She knows we were the same, that we are the same. She’s hiding, but the things keep shifting. She won’t be able to hide much longer, the flashes tell me that much. We will be the same again, I just have to wait and watch. I have to make them believe things will never change, even her.

I’ll be their number one until there is no one left.

Icons

2009-09-25T21:17:02Z

Just a few icons. jetgirl78 inspired me with her awesome skills, I'm not nearly as talented but I can crop like a fiend.

1: Echo
2: Kate Winslet
3: Jorja Fox
4: Marg Helgenberger
5: Jorja Fox
6: CSI Season 10

1 2 3
4 5 6

*please host the images yourself aka no hotlinking
*credit to xraex21

Ash by Malinda Lo

2009-09-20T03:16:21Z

Finally updated the blog:

Ash by Malinda Lo

Enjoy!

Rae

Bones New Season Promos

2009-08-21T09:38:37Z

These just struck me dead. I'm sooooo excited for the new season and yes I'm a Bones/Booth shipper.

And finally the cause for this fan girl moment.

If you haven't seen this yet, it's pretty cute.

This Just Out with Liz Feldman: "Friend Crushes, Organization, and Emily Deschanel"

AHHHHH THAT'S JUST NOT RIGHT!

2009-08-21T01:28:50Z

So I've been scouring LJ for some good prompts so I can write some Cath/Sara drabbles/ficlets and unblock my writer's block. Then I saw this. I am traumatized. I don't think I can go on...

Defying Gravity Pilot Picspam

2009-08-06T04:03:30Z

AND IT BEGINS...

Nekkid suicide floating in nightmares...uh...hot?

Yep...still nekkid but now getting eaten by the sun light...in space

No. They really did ask that...but it's OK guys she doesn't like girly parts she likes rocks...A LOT...

Aside from the intense focus on how wrong abortion is...aka the crying dead baby that never was torturing our pretty blonde...and the major parallels to Grey's Anatomy...I have hope that whatever "IT/BETA" is will bring us some femslashy goodness. *crosses fingers* <------ But there is no way in hell I'm going to hold my breath.

Sidenote: Donner is rather off-putting to me at this point. I feel like I have seen his character 100 times. before.

Gabrielle/Renée O'Connor

2009-07-30T09:49:12Z

I know...sometimes I act like a teenage boy, but SERIOUSLY I just can't help it!

She kicks ass and looks hot while doing it (even if they do dress her in ridiculous outfits). I'm crushing super hard tonight. *swoons*

I think Xena has my same problem. (She is watching Gabby tell a story to Eve)

Cure my Writer’s Block Attempt 1: OD on drabbles (iTunes challenge)

2009-07-28T05:15:21Z

Cure my Writer’s Block
Attempt 1: OD on drabbles (iTunes challenge)

Fandom/Pairing: Popular: Brooke/Sam

Ratings: The full spectrum here folks, G-R

A/N: I’m going to use Pandora.com because some of the songs they give me are so ridiculous I can’t help but want to play with them. Yes, I do believe this version of the challenge will result in mucho de crack drabbles. Enjoy!

The Cranberries – Dreams

Sometimes Brooke thinks God is fucking with her, seriously fucking with her. She never was enough for her mother or herself, but then Sam McPherson came into her life and told her she was perfect. It is what she always wanted, so why did it scare her so much? Sam was gorgeous, caring, witty, and just unique enough to make the world hers. The opinionated brunette had become the center of Brooke’s life whether either of them was ready for it or not.

Au Revoir Simone – Sad Song

Harrison is an idiot for falling in love with Brooke McQueen. The girl is so fake Sam is afraid one day she might just crack and fall a part in the hallway before Bio. Each day they sit next to each other trying not to step on each other’s toes or enter the other’s personal space. Harrison doesn’t see what Sam sees, he sees perfection and Sam is just waiting for her to break. Maybe they could be friends then, Sam thinks she might actually like a broken Brooke.

Regina Spektor – On The Radio

Sam couldn’t sleep, nightmares haunted her dreams and tears wouldn’t stop falling from her eyes no matter how hard she clenched them closed. Tonight she felt as young as the day her father didn’t come home. Giving up on her own bed she dragged her tired body, tears and all, to Brooke’s door. Lightly she knocked hoping that for some inane reason Brooke was up at three in the morning. Knowing that the blonde was still asleep Sam quietly entered Brooke’s room and crawled into bed. She knew her stepsister would pester her with questions in the morning, but for now all she wanted to do was sleep and for that she needed Brooke.

Frou Frou – Hear Me Out

She breathed in the fresh air of the autumn wind coming in from the north and sat down on the bleachers. Leaning back she felt the cold metal digging into her spine. Notebook in hand she started taking notes on the football practice that was currently in action below her. The paper needed an update on their most prominent team, thrilling. Sam rolled her eyes and let them glide across the field trying to search for inspiration. They ended up where they always did, where she suspected they always would. A pair of frustratingly hazel eyes locked with hers and she couldn’t help but long for a stray football to knock her unconscious.

KT Tunstall – Black Horse & The Cherry Tree

Kissing Brooke made Sam….there was no word for it, or at least she didn’t know what it was. She knew it was wrong. She hadn’t called her friends in a week because she had been in her bed, Brooke’s bed, the living room couch, the pool, the laundry room, and basically every other flat surface in the house they could think of. Sam burned for the skinny bitch with high aspirations and low self-confidence. If she were honest the journalist would recognize she even loved her, but that wasn’t how this world worked. She was right, Brooke was wrong and never shall the two meet in any other way then a hot sweaty mess that resulted in a couple of orgasms.

So What – P!nk

Who the fuck did Sam McPherson think she was dragging that purpled haired bitch around the house like her own personal slut? Two could play at that game, she owed Josh a call anyway. Her dad had always like Josh, maybe she’d bring him to dinner this Saturday. Where were those pictures of them from when they were together last year? Say goodbye Ms. McPherson to your place next to my bed. Hello Josh! With breakup box in hand Brooke took down all the photos of her with her ungrateful stepsister and replaced them with pictures of ex. This was how it was supposed to be anyway. Who needed Sam McPherson?

The Beatles - Eleanor Rigby/Julia [Transition]

Coffee swirled with cream sat cooling on the outdoor table as Sam felt her heart breaking. She missed her family, she missed her new little sister, but most of all she missed Brooke. Not that she’d ever tell her as much, but she really missed Brooke. All the people flittering back and forth across the quad didn’t make her feel any less alone. Maybe going to separate schools had been a bad idea. As close as they had gotten over their last year of high school, who knew it’d hurt this much to be separate from one another? She wanted to go home. She wanted to hug her friend and never let go. She wanted to feel loved again.

I’d have gone for 10 but this was turning into angst overload and I’m not an angst writer by nature.