My Fanfiction

Stargate SG1

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 00:32:55 GMT

Title: The Other Side
Ratings: R
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Death
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Summary: He's on the other side and she could let go.

Her father, and her brother. She thinks of her mother.

She thinks of her career and what’s become of her life.

And when the blood spews from her mouth and she’s gagging on death, she thinks of Jack.

She’s always known that when she faced death’s door he’d be her st thought.

She thinks of all the wasted time….all those endless hours spent in agony of unrequited love, all those hours of so close but can’t touch. All those days when death was face to face with them, and words could just be muttered, and everything would change.

Sam looks to her sides. She’s alone.

She closes her eyes, and smiles, she’ll see him on the other side.

After all hasn’t that been their entire relationship? Hasn’t the other side been the entire point of their relationship.

He’s waiting for her on the other side.

Carter closes her eyes, a smile on her face, and dies.

Sons of Anarchy

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 23:41:27 GMT

Title: Good/Bad
Ratings: R
Spoilers:S2
Pairings: Tara/Jax
Summary: All the things she feels

When she sees the blood, it terrifies her.

When she feels Jax it thrills her.

When she hold Abel it comforts her.

When she smells piss, vomit and blood it nauseates her.

When she fights with Gemma it angers her.

And when she considers leaving Charming, going somewhere where violence and death aren’t a currency, she realizes she can’t live without the emotions Charming throws on her.

Yes she could live without the anger, the fear, and the disgust. But the comfort and thrill she receives she’s not to sure. She’s laying in bed, the clock blinking 1:34am and she knows she’s destined to stare at the clock in a cold bed for as long as she stays. But then a soft whining from the room down the hall disturbs her, and she’s out of bed. When Abel’s sleeping nestled into her chest the bed doesn’t seem to cold. And hours later when she wakes up to feel Jax climbing into bed, she realizes that the comfort and love out weight anything else she feels for Charming.

Criminal Minds

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 00:50:46 GMT

Title: Messages
Ratings: PG
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid
Spoilers: Revelations
Warnings: Slash, Angst, drama, fluff,
Word Count: 453
Author’s notes: Feel free to add this journal for further updates. I’ll add you right back!
Summary: Gideon gave Reid a message, but now it’s Morgan’s turn.

He knows he shouldn’t be doing this. But he’s desperate, he’s scared, he’s shaking, he can’t think straight and this is all he can think of.

So when he sees Garcia walk slowly from the room he steps into it quickly, closing the door quietly. He knows no one would really try and stop him, but he doesn’t want to risk it. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to share this, he wants this to just be them.

He falls into the chair of the victim and leans down at the camera, he doesn’t know if this will even work. After Gideon’s attempt Hankel probably shut it down…but he has to try.

He leans into the camera and whispers. “Reid? Reid, if you’re there…you pay attention to what I’m saying. I don’t know if you’re getting this or not….but we’re out here. And we’re gonna find you. I’m gonna find you. And I’m going to take care of you. You’re going to make it out of there.” He feels his throat clench and unclench with the urge to cry, but he his voice doesn’t falter, and for that he’s grateful. “And when we get back home you’re going to stay with Clonney and I for a while. Just until you’re feeling better.” He knows Reid won’t like it, he knows it probably won’t really happen, but he has to say it-because it’s what he wants. “Clonney will jump on you while you’re trying to read a book a minute and I’m making dinner because you’re a amateur recluse and we never go out.”

He chuckles at himself, ignoring the painful tears that roll from his eyes. He knows the camera can easily see them, and he makes no attempt to hide them. This is how he is…this is how much he loves him.

“I know you’ll fight me ever step of the way…but that’s what we’re gonna have when we get out of this Reid, this is what we’re going to have.”

He makes a gesture that could have been anything, it could have been a wave to a friend, a flex of fingers to relieve muscles…but from Morgan to Reid it was something more, it was a half blown kiss, a signal that meant more would come.

When he stepped away, he didn’t know that both Hankel and Reid had been watching.

He didn’t know that Reid received a beating for it, he didn’t know that Hankel screamed at him the whole while. “Pervert! Sinful! Disgusting.”

But later…after the drugs had been flushed of Reid’s system. After the nightmares had faded into the haze of bad memories, Reid had buried his face in Morgan’s shoulder and whispered it had been worth it

Supernatural

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 12:18:07 GMT

Title: Screaming
Ratings: R
Pairings: Wincest
Spoilers: S5
Summary: He's in there....trying to get out, and he's just lost his one chance.

He’s screaming, he’s screaming so much it hurts. He’s screaming and he knows he can’t be heard.

It’s 2014 and the devil is in control of his body.

His brother’s in front of him, the one he remembers, the one from before. The one who maybe still loves him.

He looks through evil eyes and knows all his brother sees is sin.

Sam reaches out with hands that are/aren’t his own and tries to touch his brother, he knows that if skin touches skin, if skin can be reminded he can retake his mind and body.

But his brother moves away and just like that Sam screams, and knows he’s screaming upon deaf ears.

Sam screams once more, watching as the devil and his Dean banter. He knows his last chance is gone, his last chance to get back what was taken from his has vanished.

Sam dreams of nights were skin became one, and where skin made them more then brothers.

The devil sneered in Sam’s small part of mind that he still possessed.

And just as Sam allowed memories of love to fill every last bit of him, the devil crushed it and Sam was gone.

Criminal Minds

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:10:53 GMT

Title: Par-ty
Ratings: R
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Slashy situations, fluff, drabble,
Word Count: 709
Author’s notes: Feel free to add this journal for further updates. I’ll add you right back!
Summary: They’re having a private party when the guests for the ‘other’ party start to arrive…. finding them in an awkward position.

In retrospect, inviting his entire time over for a Christmas dinner probably wasn’t the best idea he’s ever had.

Especially since he now found himself in his kitchen closest with an all to aroused (and naked) Spencer Reid pressed up against him while behind him a broom made it’s presences known by jamming into his spine.

He let out a low groan, dropping his head to rest against Spencer’s.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“I can’t believe you invited them over-“ Spencer started in a low whisper, “What were you just not going to tell me? A little warning wouldn’t have gone amiss Derek.”

Derek lifted his head off Spencer’s to glare at the younger man. “I invited them over weeks ago. And it’s not my fault I completely forgot. I was a little distracted last night.”

“That’s hardly an excuse Derek.” Spencer snapped.

Derek smirked, “Actually it kind of is.”

Spencer narrowed his eyes into a harsh glare. “I fail to see the humor in this situation.”

They both jumped a little when they heard Garcia dropping a pan of cookies off on the table. They held their breath until they heard her rejoin the group of confused guests.

“Where’s Reid?” They heard Hotch ask from the living room.

“Better question is where is Morgan?” Emily’s voice filled the room. “I mean he invites us over then vanishes? What’s up with that?”

“Great!” Spencer sighed. “We’re done for. It’s only a matter of time before they find us. And just how are we going to explain this? I was sleep walking and decided to come for a visit?”

“Hey it’s your fault for falling asleep naked.” Derek whispered accusingly.

Spencer glared at him, crossing lanky arms over his bare chest. “Actually, considering you were the one who undressed me I’d say it was your fault.”

“Alright, how about this…I’ll go and distract them-“ Derek started, avoiding looking directly at Spencer. This was the last thing he needed right now…stupid coworkers…why did he ever invite them?

“You’re in your boxers.” Spencer pointed out in a harsh whisper.

Derek looked down, bad idea, And you’re not was on the tip of his tongue. He quickly chooses another response. “Good distraction don’t you think?”

“Continue.” Spencer glared again.

“And you run to my room and find your clothes.” Derek finished as if it was the most brilliant plan he’s ever had.

Spencer frowned deeper. “Find? Where did you put them?”

“I hide them…didn’t want you to get covered up to soon.” Derek smiled, remembering the night before. Remembering his desperation to get ride of Spencer’s clothes specifically that horrible tie.

Spencer opened his mouth as if to say something then quickly clamped it shut. Swallowed hard, “I’m seriously breaking up with you after this.”

Derek laughed quietly, brushing a kiss across Spencer’s forehead. “Uh uh. Sure pretty boy. If you were going to break up with me it would have been after that incident at work in the bathroom. You know the one where you and I were getting friendly in the stall and Hotch walked in-“

“I remember. You don’t need to keep talking.” Spencer cut him off.

Another loud sound came from the living room, reminding them both they had guest waiting for them. “Alright here I go- don’t I get a good luck kiss.”

Spencer leaned forward and pressed his lips against Derek’s in a barely there kiss.

“I am going to break up with you.”

“ ‘Course you are,” He winked at his lover then quickly slid open the pantry door and stepped out.

He took a breath then stepped half naked into his living room filled with his coworkers.

“Hi guys.”

And just like that all eyes turned and widened in surprise.

“Where the hell have you been?” Hotch demanded, ignoring his state of dress.

Garcia frowned slightly, eyeing him up. “Not that I’m complaining but why are you in your boxers.”

“You guys aren’t going to believe this but I totally feel asleep in my pantry.”

Hotch frowned, not at Derek though, his eyes moved right past the other man to stare behind him.

“Was that Reid?”

Everyone in the room stopped breathing and Derek was sure his heart followed suit

“Was that Reid…naked?”

Oh shit.

Supernatural

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:07:31 GMT

Title: Freak
Ratings: PG
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean (one-sided)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: wincest, angst, drabble, pre-series,
Word Count: 356
Author’s notes: Feel free to add this journal for further updates. I’ll add you right back!
Summary: They’re freaks. That’s who they are.

Freak.

He’s been called worse but that he always comes back.

The kids at school call him a freak because his brother drops him off and he sometimes leaves in the middle of class. They whisper to each other that he’s a freak because he sometimes comes to school bloody with no bruises or split lip. They call him a freak because he’s never there long.

Freak.

The libraries call him that when they think he’s out of hearing range. What other pimple faced teenager would rent books about cults and big foot? They whisper just as much as the kids at the schools…the funny thing is it hurts more coming from woman who could have been his grandmothers.

Freak.

The clerk at the 24 hour gas station thinks it. Sam can see as soon as he steps into the shitty building that’s in desperate need of a make over. The light in the bathroom flickers and Sam gets out of there as fast as he can. He makes sure to grab chips and coke…their going to be driving all night and they need the shot of sugar.

Sam doesn’t even have to make eye contact with the man behind the counter to know what he’s thinking.

Freak.

The others don’t hurt as much as this one. The kids at school are meaningless to him. Merely symbols, horrid reminders of a life he’ll never have. The libraries were left behind states ago…and if Sam tires hard he can forget the disgust in the gas station clerk’s eyes.

But when he looks at his brother, the only one he loves, the one he wants, and sees what he saw in all those other people eyes…it nearly breaks him.

They’re freaks. That’s who they are. Dad…Dean…Sam. They’re all freaks.

So why can’t think just be another strange part of their lives. Like hunting possessed cats or haunted bathrooms. Why can’t Sam embrace this part of his entire freakish life?

The other don’t matter, they’re accusing eyes don’t matter, but when Sam looks at him and sees his brother silently condemning him as a ‘freak’….he knows he really is.

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 05:05:52 GMT

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Fangirls Talk Show

Sun, 12 Jul 2009 17:02:04 GMT

Have you ever looked at someone and thought "I'd ship it?"
then proceed to go home and ship it?
Have you ever loved a show so much you sobbed like a baby when it was canceled/your fave character died?
Have you ever day dreamed through work/school about getting online to read fanfiction?
Have you ever written a fanfiction, drawn a fanart or just looked through and commented?

Well my new show is for you!

My name is Catherine Winner and I'm starting a Fangirl Talk Show!

I'll pick a different show for every episode, and talk about the what the communities on livejournal offer you as a fangirl. I’ll talk about the favorite couples and the not so favorite couples. And if you want to suggest a show, or comment and tell me to talk about something I will!

Criminal Minds

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 00:34:51 GMT

Title: Matter of time
Ratings: PG
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Slash, angst, drabble, fluff,
Word Count: 235
Author’s notes: Feel free to add this journal for further updates. I’ll add you right back!
Summary: Some freak in Montana is kidnapping kids and it makes Derek Morgan happy

Some freak in Montana is kidnapping kids and it actually makes Derek Morgan happy.

They’re hustled onto the plane; ready bags in hand, folders holding pictures of the horrible scene waiting for them. It’s just another day, just another case.

But it makes Morgan happy. You see, it’s a very simple thing.

At home, when there’s only paperwork and laundry that demands their attention….Spencer Reid doesn’t come to him. Doesn’t come to him seeking love and comfort. Doesn’t treat him as anymore more then a mere coworker.

But during cases, when they’re out on the field, chasing sick bastard after sick bastard, Spencer comes to him at night.

At first it had been awkward. Almost so much had forced them apart that it hadn’t happened again. Almost.

But when Reid knocked on his hotel door two weeks later, Morgan had to keep himself from running to the door. Slowly it became a pattern, night after night. Awkwardness faded then was gone, replaced with affection and devotion.

With comfort and support. With love…at lest for one of them.

Some freak in Montana is kidnapping kids and it makes Morgan happy.

But it’s just for now, though, he tells himself.

Morgan knows it’s only a matter of time before Reid comes to him out of more then just fear. And until then…he’s happy when some freak is on the loose…it means he gets to be with Spencer.

Prison Break

Fri, 15 May 2009 18:25:34 GMT

Title: Brilliantly Lost
Ratings: R
Characters/Pairings: Christina, Michael, Lincoln, Aldo
Spoilers: s4
Warnings: Spoilers S4, brotherly love (not slash I promise)
Word Count: 205
Author’s notes: Unbeted, reviews are loved! Friend this journal for further updates.
Summary: Christina is brilliant. But that can’t stop it.

Christina is what one might call a genius.

She’s brilliant in every way.

There has never been a problem she couldn’t look at and simply figure out. It’s been that way since she was a child. She remembers looking at her first bike and knowing how it works, before even touching it. Her parents were confused when she sat on it, and began peddling down the street, needing no assistants from them.

She’s always been brilliant, always known…everything.

However, the day her husband brought home a child, only slightly older then her own, she knew this was something she didn’t know.

Christina knew she was a good mother. She fed her child. Provided him with everything he could ever need or what or desire. And she loved him. Maybe not quite like the other mothers. She didn’t feel the need to let him crawl in bed with her, or cuddle him to sleep. But she loved him in her own way.

Yet the moment her husband introduced her to her ‘new’ son Lincoln, she stared at something she simply couldn’t understand. Her toddler son crept on unsteady legs to the much taller boy who just stared down at him in confusion.

Her beautifully brilliant son stared up at the boy.

Even then Christina could see the life in the boy’s deep blue eyes. She could see he would make her proud. He would be her future, her hope, her support, her everything.

Yet in the moment of meeting, her hopes died.

Michael reached up with tiny arms, and wrapped them around the other boy’s waist. Without any hesitation or doubt. Without any fear or shame. Complete love written on his face.

The moment Lincoln’s arms settle around Michael’s shoulder’s, the love returned, and Michael smiles into his chest, Christina knew she had lost her everything.

Four Brothers Master List

Thu, 30 Apr 2009 00:28:15 GMT

Title: Past and Present

Ratings: R

Characters/Pairings: Bobby/Jack

Spoilers: none

Warnings: slash, fake incest, fluff, angst

Word Count: 794

Author’s notes: Feel free to add this journal for further updates. I’ll add you right back!

Summary: You can’t tell him the truth because the moment those words leave your mouth you’ve lost him.

Past and Present

Title: Big brothers
Ratings: PG
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Bobby, Angel, Jerry
Spoilers: none pre-movie
Warnings: mentions of fake incest, fluff, angst, drabble
Word Count:331
Author’s notes: I’ve really wanted to write Angel and Jack stuff. Not as a ship but just as brothers. I think their so different but so much alike they make a great time. ((remember the school scene? Yeah I loved that part,)) Anyways-reviews are loved!
Summery: Angel was the youngest until Jack came along, then Angel Mercer got to see all the benefits of being a big brother.

Big Brothers

Title: The healing process

Ratings: R

Characters/Pairings: Bobby/Jack

Spoilers: none

Warnings: slash, angst, swearing, violence

Word Count: 999

Summery: When Bobby gets injured Jack’s there for him.

Healing

Title: Saying it best

Ratings: R

Characters/ Pairings: Bobby/Jack, Evelyn

Spoilers: None

Warnings: fake incest, bad words, drama, drabble, angst, fluff

Word Count:978

Author’s notes: Unbetaed, reviews are loved!

Summery: Jack tired to say it with words and when that failed he went to the next best thing. After all, the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!

Saying it best

Title: Gift

Ratings: PG

Characters/Pairings: Evelyn, Angel, Jeremiah, Jack/Bobby(lightly-implied)

Spoilers:None

Warnings: pre-movie, drabble, fake incest,

Author’s notes: In every and any promo/screencap shot I’ve seen Bobby is always wearing bright red shoe laces. I thought it was pretty weird considering his personality so I decided to write a fic as to why he’s wearing them. Reviews make me squeel out loud!

Summery: It was all he could afford, little did Jack know how much his brother would like his gift.

Gifts

Title: Give and Take

Ratings: R

Character/Pairings: Bobby/Jack

Spoilers:none

Warnings: bad words, slash, fake incest, drabble

Summery: When Jack needs a little help Bobby learns the fine art of giving and taking.

Give&Take

Title: Sundays
Ratings: R
Characters/Pairings: Angel, Bobby/Jack
Spoilers: none (pre-movie)
Warnings: fake incest, blasphemy
Summery: Bobby goes to church and finds it harder then usual to stay focused.

sundays

Title: Pizza date

Ratings: Pg

Characters/Pairings: Bobby/Jack

Spoilers: none (pre-movie)

Warnings: fake incest, fluff, angst

Summery: Jack’s learning the Mercer ways, but Bobby must also learn things about his new brother.

Pizza date

Title: Behind the words

Ratings: PG

Character/Pairings: Bobby/Jack

Warnings: fake incest, fluffy.

Spoilers: None

Summery: Jack heard those words so often, he didn’t believe it when his new family said them.

Behind

Title: Bathroom tales –Locked in-

Ratings: R

Characters/Pairings: Angel, Bobby, Jack, Jerry (Bobby/Jack if ya squint)

Spoilers: none

Warnings: bad words, good old fashion brotherly love,

Author’s notes: Unbetaed so be gentle, reviews are my lifeblood!

I’ve been thinking about writing a series of drabbles all about them being in the bathroom…so here’s the first story. Please let me know what you think! Thanks! ps this was meant to be crackish!~

Summery: It’s just another attempt at a shower. But when the Mercer brother have a gathering in the bathroom not everything goes as planned.

Locked In

Title: That spot

Ratings: PG

Characters/Pairings: Bobby, OFC, =implied Bobby/Jack

Warnings: fake incest, angst,

Author’s notes: This was one of my first fic ideas and I just got around to writing it so do let me know what you all think! Enjoy~

Summery: That spot remains the same; it’s a shrine to his pain. A daily reminder of the one he lost, the one he’ll never have again.

that spot

Title: His life now
Ratings: R

Characters/Pairings: Bobby, (implied Bobby/Jack)

Spoilers: end of movie

Warnings: angst, character death, spoilers

Summery: For Evelyn his heart broke, for Jack it simple gave up and died

Life now

Title: Delivery for Cracker Jack

Ratings: PG

Character/Pairings: Jack/Bobby

Warnings: fake incest(implied)

Spoilers: none (pre-series)

Author’s notes: I just thought this was a cute idea so I wrote it down. As always reviews make me squeae! Also-unbetaed so please be gentle with my mistakes.

Summery: Jack’s home sick and home alone, he gets a bit of a cheer up with a special delivery.

Delivery

Title: Picture Perfect
Ratings:PG
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Bobby
Warnings: fake incest, angst, drabble
spoilers: the movie
Author's notes: because if you look closely in the pic of Jack holding his guitar, you can see a picture of a hockey player in the background. Also there will be more fics from me about this picture because my mind is going all over the place.
Summery: Bobby goes into Jack's room for the first time.

It’s only until after his baby brothers’ death does he notice the picture of himself on Jack’s bed.

Title:All about admitting
Ratings:R
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Bobby
Warnings: swearing
Spoilers: um....the deleted scene?
Author's notes: This was based after that deleted scene where Bobby picks on Jack about being gay. Just my way of turning into something fluffy. Reviews make me smile!!!~

All about

Title: Window art
Ratings:PG
Characters/pairings: Jack/Bobby
Spoilers:none
warnings:none really
Summery: It's the first time Bobby realizes hes in love with his new little brother.

Window

Title: You're Gone
Fandom: Four Brothers
Ratings: PG
Characters: Bobby [implied Bobby/Jack]
Warnings: Slash
Author's notes: Just a drabble to get my feet wet.

He's gone

Title: I want more
Fandom: Four Brothers
Ratings: PG
Characters: Bobby/Jack
Warnings: Slash
Author's notes: Unbetaed so be gentle with my mistakes

( I want more then nightmares )

Criminal Minds

Wed, 29 Apr 2009 21:14:03 GMT

Title: Old and Gray
Ratings: R
Characters/Pairings:
Spoilers: s3
Warnings: slash, spoilers3,
Word Count: 505
Author’s notes: Unbeted, reviews are loved! Friend this journal for further updates.
** Sorry it's been so long everyone. College is a killer to the Fangirl mind. But I've missed you all so much I decided it was time to site down with some Savage Garden a vanilla coke and my computer and write you all something. So this is for you guys, everyone who likes my fics and has been waiting for me to keep going. I love you all so much!**
Summary: They’re old and gray.

When they’re old and gray they look back on their crime fighting days with a certain fondness.

Sure, Derek still moans and sweats in his sleep, fighting evil men, protecting innocent children. And Spencer still finds himself wasted on the young freshman’s the local college. But it’s their life together and they love it.

They still talk to the team every once in a while. No one really likes to talk anymore.

Not since Hotch.

Garcia still emails Derek once a month, baby pictures you know. But not quite babies anymore.

Teenagers. Children grow as fast as they did.

Spencer doesn’t like to think of how old they are now. Nor does he like to look in the mirror and see himself old and gray but he loves looking at Derek and seeing the gray whiskers that brush across his cheek.

They’ve had a good life. They’ve had each other.

Derek’s family embraced Spencer more than either suspected, happy to have someone love their son and brother as much as they did.

Spencer’s mother passed on his 45 birthday, and it was hard. But he had a dark shoulder that was ready and willing to be used as a pillow. And it was, for two straight weeks.

Someone Spencer dreams of the days when his brilliant mind and his lover’s brilliant body were helping the innocent. He sometimes wonders if God will forgive them for not doing what they were meant to do.

But when he contemplates what God might be thinking of them, he thinks of Hotch. Their brave leader who gave his wife, son and life to the cause.

It was then, right at the funeral when Derek’s arms were whined around his smaller partner that they realized they couldn’t do this forever. They could-but they would never have each other, or a normal life.

Spencer leaves the bathroom and the mirror he hated looking in, the kitchen smells of bacon and eggs.

He stops in the doorway and looks at the man he gave everything up for. He knows he’d give up more just to be able to wake up and see the man he loved standing in their kitchen.

He stops when another thought intrudes in his mind. Gideon.

He hasn’t thought about his old mentor in years. Hope of seeing the old team leader died when he was absent from Hotch’s funeral, any lingering hope of seeing or hearing from him died soon after Hotch.

But Spencer wasn’t angry.

He loved his old teammates like the family they once were. But he hated them. He hated looking at them and remembering all the pain he experienced at their sides.

His thoughts are broken when Derek finally notices him.

“You’re up late. What’s wrong?” Derek’s eyes are filled with concern and love.

Spencer smiles, “Nothing,” He steps further into the kitchen and gets two plates out.

Derek doesn’t believe him and Spencer knows that. But in all honesty, nothing is wrong.

They’re old and gray and loving every minute of it.

Supernatural

Tue, 03 Feb 2009 17:31:00 GMT

Title: Forever doesn’t seem that long
Ratings: R
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Spoilers: none
Warnings: slash, Fluff, drabble, underage
Word Count: 275
Author’s notes: This is just a short fic I wrote for one of my bestest friends ever!

bonbonschnecke I love you so much and wish you all the best for your special new year!!! <3
Summary: “I love you,” “I’ll be with you forever.”

“I love you, I’ll be with you forever.”

Those are words you’d never thought you’d say. Ever.

You may have only just started your life, at 17 you know you’re just beginning to live, but you still mean it.

“I love you,”

Because you do.

With all your heart and soul.

With every breath you suck into your lungs and every beat of your heart.

When he’s gone you ache for him, when he’s with you you can’t even remember what that ache feels like.

You don’t really know how he feels in return, but if his endless crawling into your bed, his constant walking just barely a step behind you, his persona that’s been mocking yours more and more with each passing , are any clue he’s maybe, just might feel the same as you.

“I’ll be with you forever.”

You don’t know if you really mean it. But you’re heart tells you you do. It tells you that the emotions you’ve been feeling recently aren’t just something that’ll pass.

And when he says those three little words you just lung forward and say what you’ve always want to say. Then he smiles…and you know you’ve said the right thing.

That the thing in your heart and head, those few words that you’ve always treasured are exactly what he wants to hear.

He leans down, because you’re shorter than him, but you know it won’t last, and presses his chapped lips against yours. You smile and lean up.

“I love you,”

You pull away from your little brother, and suddenly you’re struck with one thing and one thing only.

“Forever doesn’t seem that long.”

Criminal Minds

Thu, 15 Jan 2009 00:18:15 GMT

Title: Permanent 1/2
Ratings: R
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid
Spoilers: none
Warnings: slash, Fluff, drabble
Word Count: 357
Author’s notes: This is part one of two of my tattoo fics. I just love Morgan’s tattoo and thought it would be fun to write about it. As always Reviews are oh so loved! Also a very happy birthday to severity_softly with all my love!
Summary: Reid’s jealous.

Reid’s been jealous of a lot of things in his life.

The high school kids that could so easily fit in amidst each other.

The college students who weren’t as smart and thus weren’t treated like lepers.

The kids who grew up with both parents who loved them.

The people who grew up without the anguish of having to put their parents away.

Intelligently he knows all those jealousies are appropriate for his life.

But this jealousy… is just about the most irrational thought Spencer thinks has ever crossed his mind.

Most of the time it isn’t an issue. Most of the time when he isn’t face to face with it he can ignore it. But the problem is isn’t always there….just an inch below the surface staring back at him.

But after a long day and an even longer night Spencer finds himself face to face with it, no possible way to avoid it.

He lays on his side, legs and arms hanging over Derek’s body as the other man rests flat on his back. Reid loves and hates this position. In the plus side it’s wonderful because he gets to be curled into Morgan’s body however he wants. But on the down side, it puts Reid literally face to face with his number one jealousy in life.

That damn tattoo.

See, as much as Spencer loves Derek, and his body, he hates that blasted tattoo.

He always tries to rest his head on Derek’s broad shoulder so he doesn’t have to look at it but as the night wears on Spencer always shrinks in on himself. And thus when he wakes, he’s face to face with it.

Tonight’s no different, he has one leg thrown around Derek’s own, and his face is firmly planted in front of it.

It just wasn’t fair, he thought as he studied the dark lines. It wasn’t fair that it got to be on Morgan’s body 110% percent of time but he only got after work and weekends.

Reid squinted and continued his death glare of the tattoo.

As irrational as Reid knew it to be…that stupid tattoo deserved it.

Way to friendly policewomen Spencer can handle. Annoying bartenders, Spencer doesn’t mind. The random strangers who stop and stares at Derek, Spencer doesn’t care about.

Because at the end of the day, Derek was coming home to him.

But that tattoo…that was the real problem, he had to share him with that stupid thing.

Spencer continued his glare, feeling ridiculously victorious when it did nothing, wondering to himself if he could talk Derek into tattoo removal.

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Numb3rs

Wed, 15 Oct 2008 16:28:39 GMT

Title: Before and After

Ratings: R

Characters/Pairings: Colby/David

Spoilers: S3

Warnings: Slash, fluff, angst, drabble

Word Count: 223

Author’s notes: Feel free to add this journal for further updates. I’ll add you right back!

Summary: Before he had to go, now get gets to stay.

Before his secret came out he would have been gone long before morning. David would have woken to a cold bed, with nothing more then a pleasant memory to comfort him.

And as much as Colby always wanted to stay in that warm bed, with those arms wrapped around him, he knew leaving was the only way he could protect his partner.

So before the sun even peeked through the darkness Colby would slip out of the bed, out of his lover’s arms and into his cold clothing and even more chilled car.

But after, after his secret came out it was a whole another story. At first it was getting back into David’s bed (and his heart) that had been the first challenge. Then when the bed/heart had been conquered, Colby found himself with another challenge.

He didn’t want to leave the warmth for the cold. Not anymore, not when he had nothing left to hide. Not when he could bare his soul to the man at his side and fear nothing.

“You still here?” David’s gruff voice asked late one night.

Colby blinked, breaking his staring contest with the ceiling. “Um…Yeah,”

David’s hand slide up Colby’s stomach, “Great,”

Colby grinned, resting his hand over David’s, encouraging his roaming. Colby nestled closer toward David.

Before had been good, but after….after was great.

Supernatural

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 05:47:22 GMT

Title: All you’ve got

Ratings: R

Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean

Spoilers: S4

Warnings: wincest, angst, spoilers

Word Count: 259

Author’s notes: Feel free to add this journal for further updates. I’ll add you right back!

Summary: Sam’s sorry.

“-sorry.”

“You’ve been saying that a lot lately.””

You know what he means. You know that you’ve been saying it a lot. You know it seems like the only thing that comes out of your mouth lately. That and lies. Apologizes and lies. When did it comes to this?

You hate yourself more then ever. Even your grief and disgust at yourself over Jess’s death doesn’t compare to what you feel now. You see the betrayal in his, you see the way he looks at you like he suddenly doesn’t know you anymore. And you hate yourself.

The demon talked about what you and Ruby did in the dark. In boils your blood…because in the dark you were never reaching for her. In the dark you felt your brother that you’d lost.

But it’s another thing you’re sorry for…another thing you can’t tell but you know he knows. You know he sees the scars in his eyes as easily as you see the ones on his body.

More then anything, more then Ruby, or your powers, or even failing him, you’re sorry for the way it is right now. You’re sorry that despite you’re deepest urges you don’t reach over and pull him against your chest. You’re sorry that you don’t run your hands over his body and comfort him in the way that’s all too easy to you both.

“Sorry.”
You know it’s never enough-but it’s all you seem to be able to say. Because it’ll never be enough, it’ll never go back, and it’s all you’ve got.

Criminal Minds

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 03:49:23 GMT

Title: Strong

Ratings: PG

Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid

Spoilers: S3

Warnings: Slash, angst, fluff, drabble,

Word Count: 294

Author’s notes: Feel free to add this journal for further updates. I’ll add you right back!

Summary: Derek knows how strong Spencer is.

Everyone thought Spencer Reid was weak.

It was because he was so smart that everyone naturally assumed that he wasn’t strong. Or maybe it was because of his body structure and the way he dressed as if always preparing for an internship interview at Stanford.

But Derek Morgan knew better, knew all to well, that his partner was anything but weak.

He knew that at the tender age of 18 he had made a choice no child, no matter their age, should ever have to make. He knew that as a even younger child he was abandoned and betrayed by a father who should have stayed.

Morgan knew that while their job would tear a normal person apart, bit by bit, Spencer thrived each day…growing stronger with each case.

And because Derek Morgan knew all this, knew just how strong Spencer Reid was, he took advantage of it.

They were laying in their bed, sweat and exhaustion still rolling down their bodies, Spencer’s head resting on his chest while the older man tried to catch his breath.

“Spence?” Derek muttered quietly after a moment.

“Yeah?” Spencer asked, tilting his head backwards to look at him.

Derek opened his mouth to speak then clamped it such. The momentary courage already gone. “Nothing, never mind.”

Spencer rolled over and repositioned himself with his chin resting on Derek’s shoulder. “I-I know you probably don’t…but you know…if you ever want to talk I’m here to listen.”

Derek stared down at his clear brown eyes and saw strength. He sucked in a ragged breath, then began.

“The first time he touched me, I was confused-“

Hours later, long after he had finished speaking, Spencer asleep again against his chest, Derek Morgan marveled at just how strong Spencer Reid was.

Tue, 07 Oct 2008 05:43:03 GMT

Title: The Road Home 1/6
Ratings: R (hard)
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, Mary, John, OC
Spoilers: none
Warnings: wincest, AU, angst, mentions of child abuse, bits of violence, abandonment,
Author’s notes: I thought this was an interesting concept and I really wanted to write it all down and see what became of it. Originally I wanted this to be a short 5-6 chapter story, however the more I thought of it the more ideas I created. So as of right now I’m not really sure how long this is going to be! As always reviews make me smile!!
Summery: They could be any other couple. Falling in love and learning from each other, but when secrets come out, they’re faced with no normal couple’s problems. But when love is strong and the will to live out their lives together, is stronger what secret could really tear them apart?

He was just looking for a good time. Well they both were, but Sam didn’t know that yet.

In that exact moment his only thought was to follow James into his home and have the long awaited good time. Don’t think about school, or home, or even his mom. Just for five seconds Sam didn’t want to think at all, and this was all he could think of do make that happened.

The only problem was the moment they stepped into the other man’s house they came face to face with another couple. Another couple that included James’s little sister, and a guy who looked old enough to know better.

“Susan!” James screamed, eyes bulging.

Despite feeling sorry for the older brother who wasn’t quite used to seeing his little sister in any compromising positions, Sam couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene.

Immediately James was grabbing the half drunk man and yanking him toward the door. Completely ignoring the pleas of his sister. Sam stepped out of the way just in time to avoid being smashed into.

Sam glanced briefly at the man being literally shoved out the door. He could easily see he was drunk and probably didn’t even know what was going on.

But, Sam mused silently, he was gorgeous.

If it hadn’t been for the jeans and raggedy shirt covered in what appeared to be grease, Sam would have thought he was a model or something. As Sam watched the man fall out the door, he couldn’t help but sympathize with James’s sister.

“Sam-“ James turned to him, looking only slightly apologetic. “I’m really sorry but-“

Sam gave an understanding smile, “I understand. I’ll see you later.” He nods to James’s still miserable sister then reached for the door and pulled it open.

He wasn’t at all surprised when he saw the guy kneeling a few steps away, vomiting into the flower garden that lined the walk.

“Are you alright?” Sam asked walking up to him.

The guy lifted his face and gave a sarcastic smile. “Yeah, just fine. Vomiting is a hobby.”

Sam rolled his eyes but dropped to his knees next to the stranger. “Here,” he dug a bottle of water from his backpack.

He looked at the bottle then past it at it’s owner. “You’re the kid with James? You his little boy toy?”

“Not really.” Sam rolled his eyes, surprised at how sober this guy could sound while bits of vomit was drying on his sides of his mouth.

He took a mouth full of water then spat it out, “What, so you ain’t his boyfriend? Sure looked like the two of you wanted to get friendly.”

“Not that it’s any of your business but I’m not heartbroken to be out of there.” Sam answered, keeping his eyes locked on the other man’s face when he had his eyes down, then dropping them again when he’d try to make eye contact.

The older man stood and handed back the water bottle, wiping his hands on his dirty jeans he smiled at Sam. “Good, then come on, you can buy me a cup of coffee.”

“I can?” Sam blinked.

The other man grinned as he swiped a hand across his mouth. “Sure.”

“How nice of me.” Sam stood up and rolled his eyes.

“I know.”

“And why can’t you buy me a cup of coffee.” Sam asked as they walked down the walk, the vomit completely forgotten in the flowerbed.

“Because, you’re my hero so you have to complete the task and buy me a cup of coffee.” He laughed, nudging Sam with a shoulder.

Sam felt his cheeks burn, he swallowed hard and looked at his feet.

“Whatever.”

“So what’s your deal anyways?” Sam asks a half hour later when they’re sitting in a small diner.

“What do you mean?” the other man asked as he swallowed steaming coffee.

“Why were you puking? Too much booze?” Sam asked, holding his cup tightly.

“Kid, you don’t know me so I’ll let that one pass…but I’ve never met a drink I didn’t like.” He responded quickly, his face light up with the self praise.

“So what was it? The flu?” Sam said sarcastically.

“Nothing…I...Um… ate a bagel that didn’t agree with me.”

“UnUh” Sam smiled, savoring the small victory.

“So what’s your deal? You don’t look like the type of person who’d be with James,” He pointed with his cup, sloshing a bit of coffee on to the table between them.

“I was just looking for a good time.” Sam shrugged, absently looking at his watch “And it’s late so I’d better get going. Can you get yourself home from here?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me Prince Charming.” The other man threw out easily, but Sam could hear the underlining disappointment in his voice. Sam slide out of the booth and grabbed his wallet.

“You don’t have to pay-I was kidding-“ he said waving a hand to stop Sam.

Sam smiled, happy to have the chance to play along, “It’s alright, I mean what kind of prince would I be if I only saved the day half way?!” Sam winked at him. “See you later.”

“Dean Winchester.” Dean said shooting to his feet when Sam was reaching for the diner door.

Sam turned, a smile tugging at his lips, “Sam.”

“Sam what?” Dean grinned back.

“Sam Jones. Nice to met you Winchester.”

“You too, Sammy.”

In retrospect he could have changed it himself, but he was glad he didn’t.

Not only was it the closest one to his apartment, but it also looked like the one less likely to screw him over. So when he pulled his car into the parking lot of the garage he didn’t expect anything to important happen.

“A new light bulb with run you about 10-12 bucks but labor will tack on another 20.” The man look from Sam to his broken head light. “Are you sure you don’t want to fix it yourself? You can get the light at Wal-Mart-“

“I’d rather have someone else do it.” Sam smiled polity, “I’m not all that confident in my skills.”

The machine shrugged. “Sure kid, it’s your money. I’ve got another car in the lot… so if you want to wait in the office.”

Sam sighed, but nodded. “Thanks.”

A half hour later the mechanic walked in, wiping his hands with an already dirty rag. “You’re set.”

Sam got to his feet, allowing the car magazine he’d been reading to fall to the seat he had vacated. “Great,”

He started pulling out his wallet while the mechanic started writing on a receipt pad.

Out of the corner of his eye Sam watched the doorway that led to the back of the shop open, as a man stepped into the room.

“Paul you almost done? I need help-“

Sam lifted his head to stare. He knew that voice.

“Sammy?” Dean blinked in surprise.

Sam’s hand tightened around his wallet in shock. “Hi. Good to see you’re still alive!”

“You two know each other?” Paul asked looking between them.

“Not really.” Sam answered gently, giving Dean a smirk. “We stumbled into each other the other night at a friend’s house.”

“Something like that.” Dean stepped toward his co-worker. “What you charging him for?”

“Broken head light.”

“And the extra 20?”

“Labor.”

“Yeah right,” Dean smirked, grabbing the pen and scribbling feverishly. “You’re labor ain’t worth piss and we’ve got headlights up our asses.”

“I don’t mind paying Dean.” Sam said quickly.

“Well, I mind you paying.” Dean threw back without even looking up from the paper.

“Dean…you’re dad’s gonna-“ Paul started quietly.

“My dad doesn’t need to know.” Dean snapped, glaring at the other man.

Sam took a small step forward, “Dean it’s really ok. I don’t want you to get into any trouble.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Paul head out back and finish up that Tracker. Now!”

Sam bit his lip as he watched Paul roll his eyes and storm from the room. It was seconds after the door slammed when Sam lifted his eyes to find Dean staring point blank at him.

“I honestly never expected to see you again.” Sam smiled.

“Hell I don’t even remember most of that night. Expect a lot of vomiting…and then you.” Dean laughed, dropping the receipt to the table.

“I’m glad I could help. But I really insist on paying for this, I don’t want you to get in trouble with your parents.“ Sam said nodding toward the table.

Dean shrugged but kept his eyes on Sam, “My dad doesn’t believe in coming out in the light of day and he never comes to this dump. It’s all right. Plus I’m doing all the damn paper work so it doesn’t matter.”

“Well thanks, I appreciate it.”

“So do you live around here or something?” Dean asked, sitting half on the desk, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, a few miles up. I live in the apartment complex off of main.” Sam answered quickly.

“Dang-that’s full of those Stanford brats. Sucks to be you.” Dean smirked.

Sam couldn’t help but laugh, “Not really, I am one.”

“You go to Stanford?” Dean stopped, staring, “Wow.”

“Thanks, I think.” Sam rubbed the back of his neck as heat swell against his cheeks.

Dean looked at his desk where all the receipts were piled. “I’m thinking maybe I’ll need to enroll at your precious college if I’m ever going to figure this shit out.”

“Well, hey. If you’d like I could take a look at them for you. Summer vacations coming up and I don’t have much to do with my time.” Sam offered eagerly, letting his eyes drop from Dean to the desk covered in papers.

“You’re kidding.”

“No…I’m mean. If you’re comfortable with me being around your-“ Sam lost a little of his smile as he stumbled over his words.

“Sammy, you want the job, you’ve got it.” Dean added, his face beaming.

“Cool. Thanks, man.” Sam stared at him for a moment, feeling his stomach twist in something unrecognizable. “Um…well I gotta get going.”

“Sure. So I’ll see you?” Dean slid off the desk.

Sam blinked at the way Dean had spoken those last words. It was hopeful, nervous desperate all rolled into one. “Sure. Of course.” Sam said firmly.

“Drive safe Sammy.” Dean said, standing still but Sam could see the other man’s desire to walk him out to his car.

Sam blinked for a moment then refocused his eyes on Dean, “Only my mom calls me Sammy.”

“Not anymore."

Criminal Minds

Wed, 17 Sep 2008 16:03:17 GMT

Title: Making Morgan Blush
Ratings: R
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Slash, fluff, romance, drabbles,
Word Count: 533
Author’s notes: Feel free to add this journal for further updates. I’ll add you right back!
Summary: Five times Reid made Morgan blush

"What do you listen to when we’re in the air?"

"Nothing."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Derek comes back from the bathroom minutes later to find Spencer sitting his seat, massive headphone pressed against his ears.

"Reid!"

Reid switch it to the next chapter, them set the headphone on his lap. An all to coy smile on his lips. "’Twenty ways to connect with a genius’ and ‘Making him fall for you’?"

Morgan swallowed and considered locking himself in the bathroom for the rest of the trip.

"So are you coming over straight after work?" He asks cheerfully.

"Reid?!" A harsh gasp

A deep frown. "What?"

A pointed glance around the room. "Not here."

"What’s going on?" Emily has to know, they’ve been passing glances and smiles back and forth all day.

"Morgan and I are-"

"Training together in a gym by his house." Morgan cuts off, efficiently shutting Reid up.

A half hour later after they’re being hustled onto the plane and Emily can’t help but lean over, "So you and Reid are having seriously a Star Trek marathon?"

Morgan doesn’t look the woman in the eyes for the next eight hours.

"Are you seriously telling me I’m going to freeze?"

"You’re not going to freeze."

"The heat’s off and you’ve got like two blankets. I wish you had told me this before I came over."

"Such a drama queen."

"Do you really not have any more blankets?"

"Well-"

"Well?"

"I’ve got one."

"Get it."

"No."

"Derek. If you don’t get up right now and get it I’m breaking up with you."

"It ain’t that cold."

"My toes are numb."

"Fine!"

Seconds later, Reid feels Morgan drape a light layer over him. He tilts his head up then promptly starts laughing.

"You’re baby blanket?"

"Shut up."

Morgan crawls back under the cover and buries his face in the pillow.

"I like when you do that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I like doing it."

"Then do it again."

Reid’s arms wrap around Morgan head and holds him against his chest, like a mother holding a child, or a lover giving comfort. Morgan burns red but doesn’t move. He likes it too much.

"Maybe it’s because I love the way you act like you’re so tough and hard as nails when you’re really the most gentle person I’ve ever met. Or maybe it’s just because at the end of a long day I know you’re going to be there. I know you’re going to be the who’s arms will always be open and always makes me feel like the world is a good place. I don’t know …maybe it’s all those reasons and a dozen more I can’t think of. Whatever it is…I love you."

Morgan glances down at his own vows, written on a napkin and smudged with ink. He looked around at the crowd then blushes. "Well I was gonna say some romantic dribble about you being intelligent and perfect for me…But I think I’ll just say I love you too."

He ignores the crowd of applauds friends and family, ignores the fact that the judge hadn’t told him too, ignores his own blushing face and leans in to kiss his husband for the first time.

Criminal Minds

Mon, 15 Sep 2008 14:37:54 GMT

Title: Teaching new things

Ratings: R

Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid

Spoilers:none

Warnings:slash, slashy situations, fluff, drabbles,

Word Count:929

Author’s notes: Written for the Morgan/Reid school challenge! Feel free to add this journal for further updates. I’ll add you right back!

Summary: Morgan's suppose to be teaching Reid something...but gets a little sidetracked.

“OK everyone pair up and move to separate parts of the room.” Morgan called as he waved a hand toward his students. It was a Saturday morning and he had offered to teach a self defense class for some of the newer students.

Everyone slowly looked around then split off. “The first technique we’re going to learn is how to break a simple wrist hold.”

Before he could say another word his speech was interrupt by a loud slamming of the front door and heavy panting that followed. Morgan frowned and looked toward the doorway. His frown vanished the instant he saw Spencer Reid standing at the entrance, gym pants hanging loose off his waist and a t-shirt fair too big for him swallowing his chest whole.

“What are you doing here?” Morgan asked as Reid walked toward him. The rest of the class ignored him in favor of practicing what they’d learned last week.

Reid sucked in a deep breath then ran a hand through his hair. “Hotch-Hotch told me I’d better get over here. Something about how having a 12 year old kid out maneuver me isn’t something I should be ok with.”

Morgan smiled. “Alright pretty boy, get in here and take off those street shoes, we’re starting slow so you’ll be just fine.”

Reid kicked off his shoes then started to walk into the corner when Morgan grabbed his wrist. “Don’t think so, I’ll be your partner.”

Reid paled a little but stood frozen to his spot. Morgan turned back to the group of trainees. “The first thing you want to do is one of you grab the other’s wrist tight. Don’t go easily on them….an unsub won’t.”

Morgan watched as the group did what was told, he glanced at Reid. “You too Reid.”

Reid frowned. “Excuse me?”

“Grab my wrist really tight.”

Reid went pale. “No.”

Morgan smirked. “Fine.” He reached out and clasped his wrist around Spencer’s.

“Ok guys, now this is probably the simplest thing you’ll learn here at the BAU so pay attention, now merely turn your wrist then pull out.” He called, watching at the group follow his directions. “You too Reid.”

Reid swallowed then carefully turned his wrist then yanked it from his grip. He gave a light smile.

“See guys, simple.” Morgan announced. “Now try it again.”

Twenty minutes later and five drop outs later they were working on significantly hard techniques. Morgan was watching with a seemingly fixed smile as Reid followed each and every one of his directions with growing excitement.

“Ok pretty boy, that’s starting to hurt a little.” Morgan muttered under his breath.

Reid yanked in hand off Morgan’s. “I’m sorry!”

“It’s ok.” Morgan smirked. “Just a little painful after the forty time.”

“Sorry.” Reid dropped his eyes.

Morgan swallowed a laugh and turned back to the crowd.

“Ok guys, another one we can all try. Start off by shaking hands.” Morgan gestured for Reid to extend his hand. “Now I’ll shake his hand then lift up,” Morgan demonstrate by lifting Reid’s hand over his head and stepping behind him. “Now twist his hand behind his back and shove.”

Reid cried out in a muffled moan. Morgan instantly released. “You Ok?” he whispered.

Reid nodded but didn’t say anything. Morgan turned Reid around to face him and slipped his arms to rest around his waist then forced him to look at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be-“

A soft chuckle erupted from the class. Morgan frowned and looked at them. “Something funny?”

“Nothing sir,” One answered quickly.

Morgan rolled his eyes but released Reid and carefully rubbed his arm, “Did I hurt you?”

Reid shook his head slightly. “No…just a little. But I’m alright.”

Morgan started to say something when a mutter from the group feet away reached him.

“Want to share that with the class?” He asked the student who’d been whispering away.

The kid looked cockily at him. “Sure, I was just saying how easy you were going on him. In your class that I took last year you kicked the guy in the back of the leg then hogtied him.”

Morgan shot Reid a look, then glared at the kid. “I’m going slow for all you dumbshits. So why don’t just focus on practicing with each other right now.”

The class quickly turned to each other and began reanimating the action. Morgan turned to Reid. “Sorry about that?”

Reid shot him a questioning glance. “You hogtied the last guy?”

Morgan shrugged. “He deserved it.”

“Uhuh.” Reid said in disbelief.

Morgan rolled his eyes. “What you want me to hogtie you?”

Reid smirked a little. “Na…but I defiantly want to practice this technique a little more.”

“Really?” Morgan asked.

“Really.” Reid took a step close, “But maybe we could did a little more privately. I always have fun when you’re behind me showing me new stuff.”

Morgan sucked in a harsh breath. “Really?”

Reid smirked suggestively. “Really.”

Morgan licked his lips, not looking up he called out. “Class dismissed.”

Twenty minutes later Morgan laid sweaty and exhausted half on top Reid in the dressing room. Reid swallowed a deep breath and smiled when Morgan ran a lazy hand up his naked leg, fingers playing fondly on his ass. “See, isn’t this much better then teaching a class?” Reid mumbled.

Morgan pressed a kiss to the back of Reid’s neck. “Hell yeah, but somehow I don’t think this is what Hotch had in mind when he sent you to me.”

Reid rolled his hips against Morgan’s groin, “Yeah, well, it’s what I had in mind. So teach me something, Teacher”Cri

Criminal Minds

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 14:34:12 GMT

Title: Desperation

Ratings: R

Characters/Pairings: Reid/Morgan

Spoilers: s2 (Morgan’s personal past)

Warnings: Angst, drama, Slash,

Word Count: 382

Summary: It’d be a simple act. An enjoyable act, an all to easy act. But it’d meant two very different things to two very different people.

He knows that being gay doesn’t make him like Carl…but he still has a hard time separating the concept of another man touching him and him touching him.

So when Reid looks at him with tears in his eyes and his broken heart on his sleeve Derek tries to comfort himself with reason.

“It’ll never work kid,” he said carefully prying Reid’s hands off his chest. “We work together and everyone will know-it just won’t be good.”

“I’m not talking about a ‘relationship’, I’m just talking about-“ Spencer whispered, glazing up at him like he was a god. “I just want to be with you…I just want to help you.”

“Reid-Spencer…” Derek grasped his hands, “Just stop.”

“Then let me help you…please…we can- I’ll let you do whatever…I don’t care if it hurts.” He says it with such desperate it actually bothers Derek.

“No…” Derek gasped, “No,” he repeated harsher.

“Derek, it’ll help. If you can-I’d rather you do whatever you’re going to do to me then someone else.” Spencer says carefully, trying to be rational but Morgan can still see the chaos in his eyes.

Derek clenched his fists and closed his eyes. He wanted to…oh good lord…did he ever. But he couldn’t…not to Reid.

“I-“ Derek swallowed through a dry throat. “I’m not taking his crimes out on you.”

“What about letting me help to you start healing?” Reid offered, his eyes wide.

“I’ve been healing since-“

“You’ve been in denial. You’ve been denying that part of yourself.”

Reid stepped forward until their chest’s bumped together. Derek blinked rapidly, already feeling anxiety crawling through him.

Spencer’s eyes stayed open, wide open and honest every time Derek looked at him.

With slow and careful movements

“No,”

“Why not.”

“Because, to you it would be helping me get out with something. And…and to me it would be an act of love. And I can’t deal with you letting me fuck you out of pity when I’ll be falling in love with you.”

Reid stares at him for a long moment, either in shock or disgusting Morgan can’t tell. He’s still frozen to his spot when Morgan carefully moves away, his heart breaking with each step he took away from Reid.

He knows as he walks away, why they say love is never easy.

Criminal Minds

Mon, 08 Sep 2008 18:12:52 GMT

Title: All in the words.

Ratings: PG

Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid, Gideon, OMC, OFC

Spoilers: none

Warnings: Slash, fluff, drabbles, drama,

Word Count: 336

Author’s notes: Here's one of the fluff fics I promised a certain someone who wasn't to thrilled with my angst fic~!
Feel free to add this journal for further updates. I’ll add you right back!

Summary: Five dialogue only Drabbles.

“So is there a Mrs. Dr. Spencer Reid?”

“Um.”

“No. But there is a Special Agent Derek Morgan.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…so get lost.”

“Sure thing.”

“That was a little unnecessary.”

“Funny…I don’t think so.”

“Um”

“I know.”

“No…it looks good-they look good.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m sure they taste better then they look.”

“Don’t count on it.”

“Oh god.”

“It’s horrible isn’t it?”

“No it’s just fine. I just need some milk.”

“Here.”

“Thanks.”

“Are you going to leave me?”

“Why would I leave you?”

“Because you told Garcia you could only love someone who makes chocolate chips cookies like your mom.”

“I was joking, pretty boy.”

“Oh.”

“But I would love you a bit more if you promise me you’ll never try to make these again.”

“Come on, good looking. I’ll get your blood pumping.”

“Sorry honey, doesn’t work like that.”

“Give me a chance?”

“Do you speak Klingon?”

“What?”

“Klingon? Do you speak it?”

“No,”

“Then you I can safely say you can’t get my blood pumping.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Clothing.”

“I can see that. But what I’d like to know is why you’re wearing the tie I gave to Reid as a Christmas gift last year.”

“Um…I got coffee on mine and he gave me his?”

“Don’t lie to a profiler.”

“Yeah I didn’t think you’d buy that.”

“So?”

“I forgot mine at home and he let me borrow one of his.”

“Ahhhh.”

“So I was thinking-“

“Don’t you dare!”

“But it’s mine too.”

“Yeah, but I’m bigger and stronger and have no qualms about tackling you to get my way.”

“This thing is suppose to go both ways. We’re suppose to give a little.”

“This isn’t what that means. That means when you’re using all the hot water I forgive you. It means when you forget your cell phone I loan you mine. Not this.”

“You’re a jerk.”

“But a cute one.”

“I’ll move back to my own apartment.”

“Fine. Put the damn Star Wars pillow cases on.”

Criminal Minds

Sat, 06 Sep 2008 14:24:39 GMT

Title: Fond Farwell

Ratings: PG

Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid

Spoilers: none

Warnings: Slash, angst, drabble, character death

Word Count: 237

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Summary: For all the world to know, he knows it’s now or never.

They hid it for so long that even in that moment, when it was now or never, he still had a hard time saying it out loud.

He wasn’t ashamed. That much Morgan knew as a fact. He wasn’t ashamed of loving his significantly younger partner. He wasn’t ashamed of their relationship…but Reid had made him promise, made him swear on this thing between them, that he wouldn’t say anything.

The strange thing was it didn’t matter now but he still had a hard time saying it.

“Have you decided sir?”

Morgan has to force his thought back to the present. He knows Garcia’s standing next to him, ready and willing to take over at a moment’s notice. He wants to just get the hell out of that building and leave the rest to her…but this…this is for Reid. He wants, needs, to be the one doing this.

“What we discussed earlier will be fine.” Morgan answers, having a hard time believing that was his own voice.

The man in the dark suit gives him a nod, “So ‘Son, Friend, Lover’?”

Morgan lets his eyes fall to the gravestone. “Perfect.”

He wants the world to know, he wants his, their, friends to know. He wasn’t ashamed, and he still isn’t. Spencer Reid was his lover; Spencer Reid was the love of his life.

He wants the world to know that he was loved. And always would be.

Supernatural

Wed, 03 Sep 2008 14:22:50 GMT

Title: A Winchester wedding

Ratings: R

Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean

Spoilers: none

Warnings: wincest, fluff, romance, drabble,

Word Count: 976

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Summery: It’s the best they’ll ever have, it’s all they’ve ever wanted.

When the car stopped at the pump Sam sighed with relief. Finally out of that never ending forest. It’d been a long night, filled with rock salt gunshots, blood and dirt smeared across their bodies and chasing spirits. Job done, people saved, good day all around but Sam was still glad it was over.

“You want anything?” Dean asked as he reached for the door handle.

Sam shook his head, to tired to say anything, to tired to even consider food. Dean nodded silently and got out of the car. He walked around and started pumping gas quietly, turning his head occasionally to look at the sunset glowing red.

Sam sighed, the heat in the car stifling even at such a late hour. He slowly opened the car door and swung his feet out. Dean shot him a glance but said nothing, turning his attention back to the scrolling numbers before him.

“I’ll be right back,” Dean said shoving the nuzzle back into the pump.

Sam nodded. He watched as Dean vanished out of the corner of his eyes.

When a car pulled up and a guy in a rent cheap ass tux stepped out, Sam turned to look over at the car.

“Just married,” Was written in the back widow in a bright happy colour.

Sam watched with a fix glaze as the obvious interest. He was so consumed by the image of normalcy he completely missed when his brother stepped out of the gas station and was leaning into the car, elbows resting on the doorframe, watching him.

“Having fun?” he snorted a laugh.

Sam tore his eyes off the car and turned backwards to look at his brother. “Just get in.”

“No Sammy…I think it’s cute. I can see you doing the whole ‘Just Married’ on the back of some pansy ass hybrid car-“ Dean teased lightly before Sam cut him off with a gruff response.

“I can’t.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t see you going for a big flashy wedding.” Sam said slowly, looking carefully over at his brother.

Dean’s eyes went wide for a moment then he dropped them to the inside of the Impala.

“Don’t worry Dean, I know I’m never going to have any of that. And you may not believe this but it’s kinda ok.” Sam muttered, staring at Dean, a sad smile on his lips.

Dean’s eyes shot back to Sam’s face. A question gaze written all over his face.

Sam forced a slightly bigger smile before he looked back at the soon to be wedding vehicle then back to his lover. “I don’t have to marry you…I know we’re going to be together forever.”

Dean frowned, “How do you know that?”

“Like you said, Dean, there’ll always be something to hunt.” Sam said, his tone emotionless.

Dean swallowed, then ripped his eyes from his brother to look at the offending car. It was sickeningly happy in his opinion. But the allure of marriage…the idea of being with the one you love forever. Dean could see why his brother would be attracted to it.

Dean pushed himself off the window, “I’ll be right back,”

Sam frowned in confusion but sighed and turned his attention back to the car. He watched as whom he assumed was the Best man finished filling up the car and started walking toward the station.

He was lost in his own daydreams when he saw his brother coming around the side of the car, a small paper bag clutched in hand. He looked up in surprise when Dean stepped right in front of him. For the first time in a very long time Sam had to tilt his head up to look at his brother.

“Dean?” He frowned.

Dean looked around the nearly vacate lot then slowly pulled out a massive candy ring.

Sam blinked, “What’s that.”

Dean looked awkwardly down at the candy then his brother. He used his free hand to rub his neck awkwardly.

“I don’t want you to stay just because you think we have to hunt.”

“Dean I-“

“Just let me finish Sammy.”

“I know I put you through a lot shit but I want you to know I couldn’t have gone through all these stuff if you hadn’t been with me.”

“Dean?”

“I can’t give you any of that shit,” Dean muttered, glancing over his shoulder to indicate the car. “But I can give you this.”

Sam watched in stunned silence as his brother leaned forward and kissed him. He could smell sweat rolling off his brother, dirt from the dig, bits of blood from the hunt….he didn’t smell nice or pretty. But he was everything he wanted.

Sam twinned his arms around his brother’s neck, dragging the older brother closer.

Sam pulled away a second later when he felt one of Dean’s hand sliding the massive sucky ring onto his finger.

He pulled away from his brother’s lips to glance down and smirked.

Dean looked shyly between Sam and the gift. “So?”

“So?” Sam repeated, looking up at him, a goofy smile on his face.

“So will you marry me?” Dean mumbled.

Sam lifted the candy ring to his mouth; tore off the wrapper then gave it a long, deep lick. Eyes locked the entire while, on his brother’s.

Dean swallowed hard as he stood before his brother, “Cause I don’t want you staying just because the huntin’ thing.”

Sam smiled, took another long lick of the ring. “Well I have to say….you presented a very persuasive argument.”

Dean smiled. “So?”

Sam frowned and pretending to think as he stuck his tongue out and lapped happily at his candy. “Sure why not?”

Dean frowned for a long second, then his face broke into a grin. He leaned forward for another kiss.

“Just don’t think you’re gonna write anything on the Impala.”

“Or what?” Sam smirked when his brother’s lips were inches from his. “You’ll divorce me?”

Criminal Minds

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 16:35:45 GMT

Title: Give away
Ratings: PG
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid, Reid/Hotch
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Slash, angst, drama, drabble
Word Count: 164
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Summary: Hotch gives away parts of himself for the betterment of others.

Hotch gives for the better of others.

He gives his life for people he’s never met.

He gives his family up for the life he knows he’s meant to live.

He gives his son up for a better life without him.

He knows his entire life is about him giving away part of him.

He gives up a part of himself when he chooses to just stop smiling.

He simply stops trying after a few years on the job, it’s to hard to remind himself that that part of himself is gone. Just another thing he gave away.

So when Morgan comes to him…. telling him of a secret passion and an all to fragile love, Hotch comes face to face with another thing he must give away.

He tells himself he gives for the betterment of others. That in the end, it’s the best thing.

So in the end he gives away love, like he did life and family, happiness and self…for the betterment of others.