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#363 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Thu Nov 26, 2009 6:56 am
Subject: Fic: 'Fall to Pieces' (Andromeda) ... PG-13 | Beka/Trance 		glitery_insa...
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Title: Fall to Pieces

Author: Pixie Child ( glitery_insane_pixie_child@... / http://pixie.submystic.com )

Fandom: Andromeda

Pairing: Beka/Trance

Rating: PG-13

Timeline: Ouroboros timeline (2.12)

Summary: Into the unknown, just the two of them.

A/N: Kind of a prequel to Figure You Out ( http://dp.jaded-paradise.net/fic/andromeda/figureyouout.htm ) but can also be a stand alone.

Beta: Nu-uh. Sorry.

Feedback: is a must!

Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

 

 

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The machine buzzed as Trance worked on the right eye. She grimaced as when woman groaned, pausing, but there was no sign of movement. Another few seconds, then the eyelid fluttered a bit.

 

"Don't move!" Immediately, the patient stilled. "Thank you." The pleasantry came out more as a habit and had no emotion that she used to be busting with. She continued to work, the only sound in the room coming from her medical equipment and the clanking from the Maru's engines. Beka barely seemed to breath, not moving an inch.

 

Afterwards, while Trance sterilized the tools the best she could, Beka continued to lie still as she adjusted to the feeling of metal where her eye should have been. Eventually, she heard a moan and the sound of a tool hitting the floor.

 

"Your perception will be off for a while."

 

"You couldn't have warned me sooner?" Beka groaned again and tentatively probed the implant. "How bad was it?" Trance kept working, pretending not to hear the question. "Well?"

 

"Another few millimetres and it would have it your brain. You'd be dead."

 

Beka gave her a dark grin. "My good-luck charm."

 

"Hardly. If I were lucky, we wouldn't be alone right now." She walked over to the makeshift operating table to retrieve the rest of her instruments.

 

"Hey." Beka grabbed the other woman's wrist, stopping her. "It's not your fault. None of it is." She said thickly.

 

"Yes, it is. I should have seen it. I could have prevented all of this." Going back to her work, she bent over to pick up the device Beka had knocked over.

 

"Where's Tyr?" The wounded woman tried to look around the room without moving too quickly.

 

"Dead." The words came out hollow and that was when Beka realized what she'd meant when she'd said they were alone.

 

"Oh." The silence hung even more evidentially now.

 

"I should hail the Andromeda." Trance walked quickly away.

 

"Okay. I'll just... stay here."

 

 -------

 

"Warning, reactor overload in five minutes." Andromeda's cool voice rose above the alarms as Beka ran down the corridor towards the command deck. As she ran, a Magog dropped down from a ladder. She pulled out her gun and shot it three times before it went down.

 

"Andromeda! Where the hell are the internal defences?"

 

"Offline."

 

Beka turned a corner and froze. Just outside the bridge, Rommie was fighting a hoard of Magog as they swarmed around something. "Oh god." The monsters turned towards her and she saw what they'd been covering. "Oh my god." She repeated. "Dylan?"

 

"Reactor overload in four minutes." Beka turned around and fired at another creature behind her. It staggered for a second, but kept coming, slashing a deep gouge in her right arm before it went down on top of her. The tried to at the corps, but was unable to move her wounded arm.

 

"Go to hell!" She kicked it off and looked back at Rommie.

 

"Run Beka!" Fighting nausea, she sprinted back down the hall, towards the docking bay.

 

"Warning. Reactor overload in three minutes." Slamming her left palm against the opening hatch, Beka threw herself inside. Just as the door slid closed, she felt the engine come to life and rise off the deck floor. The Magog kept banging on the side of the ship even as the weapons blasted a hole through the bay doors. Beka slid to the floor and just sat there, dazed, as the ship left the Andromeda.

 

"Beka?" The Maru's captain looked up, having to angle her head to favour her left eye, to see Trance standing above her.

 

"Trance? Thank god." As she struggled to rise, the cargo ship shook when the shockwave from the Andromeda hit. She fell on her damaged arm when she lost her balance and slumped back down. As she took in everything that had happened, she began to sob. "Dylan..."

 

"I know." The purple girl stood there awkwardly while Beka cried, a train of tears streaming down from her good eye. "Come on. I need to look at that arm." Trance helped her stand and the two young women walked further into the ship as the Maru went further into space.

 

 -------

 

The Kalderans screeched and multiple weapons were fired as Beka and Trance ran into the Maru, unable to close the hatch before the freaky aliens followed them inside. They ducked down behind the closest cargo container for cover and drew their own weapons. Beka's robotic arm fired back rapidly, getting off twelve shots in just a few seconds before she ducked back down.

 

"Why'd we come back to this barren rock?" Beka asked Trance, having to yell above the noise of the firefight and the Kalderans' cries of outrage.

 

"I thought Ortiz might help. She wasn't supposed to be dead!" They both got up and fired at the aliens in rapid succession, before one managed to return fire. The bullet went right by Beka's head and hit the wall behind her; small bits of shrapnel and electric sparks flew out and hit her in the back of her head and into her left ear.

 

"Sonofabitch!" They ducked down again and the Captain clamped her hand over her ear, wincing. The Kalderans kept firing and just as another round was about to hit the already exposed electrical wires, Trance gave a bloodcurdling scream and pushed Beka to the ground. Unprepared, her head hit the floor, her ear taking most of the impact, and her head felt like it would explode. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was Trance advancing towards the pack of Kalderans, firing like mad and yelling as though she had nothing too loose.

 

.

 

A few hours later, Beka came to on top of one of the unused bunks. Trance was standing over her and there was a horrible ringing in her ear. Before she could even open her eye, she heard the now-familiar warning. "Don't move."

 

Trance inserted a long, sharp needle into the ear canal, but all her patient did was lock her jaw and focus on the darkness from behind her eyelid. She didn't even make a sound an impressive task, considering that they'd run out of anaesthetic a while back. As she removed the needle, she watched Beka bite her lip. "I said, _don't move_." She set down the needle and picked up another salvaged medical instrument, continuing to operate, ignoring the short pained whimpers that Beka couldn't quite suppress from time to time. "Okay, I'm done. But stay down." Trance picked up the piece of bulkhead she'd been using as a tray and carried her tools away as Beka adjusted to her new implant.

 

"What happened?" Her voice seemed to have a metallic echo, but she chose to ignore it in favour of listening to Trance.

 

"One of the Kalderans shot the operations panel behind you and you were hit. Sparks got in your ear canal and damaged your inner ear. There was internal bleeding leaking into your brain from where you fell." Trance didn't bother to look back as she worked and didn't continue her explanation beyond that. Carefully, Beka pushed herself into a sitting position, groaning. Immediately, she had to brace her left hand to the side to keep from falling over, the fact of a right hand making the task that much more difficult.

 

"How'd we get away? They had reinforcements and we had... us."

 

"There weren’t that many of them and you took most of them out before you went down."

 

"There _were_ that many. You're lying." As Beka's balance began to stabilize, she squinted at Trance's figure and red hair. "Whoa." She raised a hand to her head and squinted again. Red hair? "Trance?" The girl didn't turn or even move to show that she'd heard her friend. "Trance? What's going on?" Finally, Trance looked back at Beka. The pilot took in the red hair, golden skin and mature features. "Trance? Is that you? What _happened_?" The golden woman walked over to Beka and reached out to touch her. Beka flinched and Trance stopped. Her face hardened.

 

"You're not the only one who's had to grow up since we lost Harper." She withdrew her hand and marched out of the room, toward the cockpit.

 

Slowly, lay back down and closed her eye again. "This happens way too often."

 

 -------

 

"Who the hell are these guys?" Beka jumped over the railing that divided the cockpit and threw herself into the pilot's chair. Trance was already at her station when Beka looked back, her good eye darting around as she locked her right elbow into the special steering control they'd jerry-rigged and waited for the slipdrive to start.

 

"Kalderans." Beka stared.

 

"How'd they find us out here?"

 

"I don't know!" Close to tears, Trance desperately hit a few keys on her consol as Beka cursed.

 

"Damn it! The slipdrive's down." She whipped the Maru around to face the attacking ship. "Fire."

 

"Firing."

 

Beka slipped out of the piloting brace and jumped out of her seat. "Can you handle this? If I don't get the slipdrive back online, we're going to be deader than an abandoned slave planet."

 

Trance's head shot up. "Beka!" The ship rocked as the Kalderans returned fire. Beka stopped. "This is it. Our chance to change things, to make them better."

 

"What does that mean?"

 

"I can't explain. Just go!" Beka ran through the ship and frowned when the shaking stopped.

 

"What the..." She heard the unmistakeable sound of a Kalderan shrieking and drew her gun. The scream was followed by the sound of her own voice.

 

"There have never been Kalderans on my ship!"

 

"What the hell is going on?" Beka ran towards the sound and fired on the creature, only to find herself face to face with herself. She smiled bitterly, understanding what Trance had meant.

 

"Thanks."

 

"Don't mention it."

 

 -------

 

Trance smiled a little as she looked out at the stars, standing aboard the Andromeda. She remembered how shocked Beka had been to see her looking like she did, but it had felt so amazing to see them all again, the friends she had been unable to save alive and Beka whole.

 

They made a lot of mistakes. _She'd_  made a lot of mistakes. So many mistakes, some so bog they were unimaginable, but also other smaller ones that were just as damaging. Like she and Beka taking each other for granted and sometimes hating each other more than anything else.

 

"Hey." The pilot stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, examining Trance, clearly trying to decide if she believed her story.

 

"Hey." And if she needed any extra motivation to get it right this time, it was standing in front of her in the form of Beka Valentine, untouched by the last few years of hell. All she had to do was look at Beka, whole and alive, her eyes lively and inquisitive as they scanned Trance's face, the smile that crept across her face was sincere without a hint of bitterness or resentment. And this time, Trance will make sure it stays that way.

~ Pixie Child ~
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Stark: When I want your opinion, I'll stop ice skating in hell and ask for it!
 
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#362 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Thu Nov 26, 2009 5:45 am
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Sorry for the OTness and crossposting, but I'm guessing that other people have been here.
 
Do to incompidence at the tech store in my area (and a bit of foolishness on my part), I've lost must of the fanfiction and images I have collected over the past decade. So I'm posting this plea; if anyone has links to fic sites or image galleries, they would be so welcome right now. I have a TON of images that I got years ago off now-dead sites so any direction would be great.
  


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#361 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:10 am
Subject: Fic: Crazy (Digimon) ... PG | Kari/Yolei 		glitery_insa...
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Title: Crazy
Author: Pixie Child ( glitery_insane_pixie_child@... / http://pixie.submystic.com )
Fandom: Digimon
Pairing: Kari/Yolei
Rating: PG
Timeline: Way early season 2
Summary: Boy crazy or just plain crazy
A/N: I had the summary before I wrote the fic ^_~ I just couldn't get it out of my head.
Beta: Maybe.Kinda.Sorta... *shrugs* Or not. Sorry.
Feedback: is a must!
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

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"He's just so hot, you know?"
 
Lately, Yolei'd been kicking herself after she spoke. Almost everything that left her mouth is an automatic reflex but before that year, it had never really occurred to her how childish she really sounded. Obsessing over Ichijouji is just conversation; something to talk about because she never could stand silence and she'd gotten very good at superficial conversations with her old group of friends. She didn't really want to have his babies or any other idiotic thing she may have said. Her other friends never bat an eye when she said things like that, because while they never took it quite as far as she did, they were certainly able to keep up with her gushing and fangirl obsession with Ken. Truth be told, Yolei had been proud of her ability to have them all convinced she loved him. It was pretty much the only thing she felt she was any good at. Well, that and defending Cody when jocks like Davis would pick on him.
 
"I mean, it's like he just... gushes with radiance." Kari looked at her funny and Yolei mentally smacked herself again. Kari, at least, didn't make her feel like she's an idiot, but Yolei knew she didn't really understand. Lately, Yolei'd been realizing that she didn't really understand it, either.
 
"Radiance?"
 
"Yeah." She paused. "I think." Yolei bit her lip and squinted. "Isn't that the word?"
 
"I don't know"
 
"Huh." They keep walking and Yolei keeps biting her lip to keep from continuing the one-person conversation and stop herself from saying anything else. What that something else was, she wasn't sure, but a long time ago she started talking about nothing to keep from saying what was actually on her mind and she'd gotten good pretty good at confusing even herself with it.
 
When they reached Kari's apartment, she was jerked out of her thoughts by Kari banging on the door.
 
"Come on, Tai, open the door! I know you're home!" Kari hit the door with her palm one more time for good measure before she turned back to look at her friend. "He's such a jerk sometimes." She wailed on the door again. "Tai!"
 
Finally, they heard the lock click open and Kari pushed her way in. Yolei followed, shocked to see the usually polite girl behaving the same way she herself would have at home.
 
"Wow. What happened to him?" She whispered after they passed him on the way to Kari's room. Kari giggled as she shut her door.
 
"He went to watch Matt's band play last night."
 
"Right." Yolei nodded, as if that explanation actually explained anything.
 
The brunette laughed and leaned in, conspiratory. "Whenever the Teenage Wolves play an actual gig, they go out drinking afterwards, and from what Sora's told me, Matt and Tai always get into a drinking contest that always has them both a mess all the next day. He came home this morning at, like, three, completely smashed." Yolei tried to get her mind around that.
 
"Tai? But he's so responsible."
 
"Not really. I mean, he can be, when it's important, like when it comes to the Digiworld, but not when it comes to real-life stuff." She covered her mouth and fell down onto her bed, nearly convulsing with laughter. "We have a theory on why they always do this, but I'm not supposed to say. Basically, Sora and I think they should just do it and get on with their lives." Yolei nodded again, almost afraid to ask what Kari was talking about. She leaned back against the door and waited for Kari to calm down. When her giggling subsided, Yolei looked pointedly at the computer.
 
"So what was it you wanted me to look at?" She moved over to Kari's desk and turned it on. The monitor light blinked a few times and the screen fizzled.
 
"That." Yolei sighed and poked at the offending machine.
 
 ----
 
"Kari! Wait up!" Yolei darted away from her group and ran up to the other girl as she walked by herself towards the school. "Hi! Morning!"
 
"Good morning, Yolei." They stood there for a minute and Kari twirled her fingers around her camera strap. Yolei chewed on her lip and tried to think of something else to say. "Well, I should get inside. School, you know?" She smiled teasingly at Yolei. The purple haired girl nodded and turned to walk in with her. Kari looked at her oddly. "You're coming in with me?" Yolei stopped walking and fidgeted slightly.
 
"I guess? I mean, I was going to." Yolei felt her face drop, but forced herself to smile. "Unless you don't want me to. Like, if you want to be alone." Kari shook her head, still looking at her funny.
 
"No. It's okay. You just don't usually come in until the last minute."
 
"Oh. Okay." She paused, uncomfortable. "But I'm not bothering you?" Kari shook her head again and gave her a big smile.
 
"It's fine." As they went into the school, Yolei couldn't help the huge grin that spread across her face. She wasn't sure why Kari's acceptance made her so happy, it just did. Which was fine. And she didn't even feel the need to talk about Ken Ichijouji once; something Yolei didn't notice and Kari didn't mention to her.
 
 ----
 
"Whoa." No matter how often they did that, the concept of getting sucked into a totally opposite world via computer was always going to be trippy. Yolei bent over slightly, her hands braced on her knees. The surreal feeling of going into the Digiworld was always repeated when they returned back to the school's computer lab.
 
"Are you okay?" Kari asked softy, putting a hand on her back to steady her. The other girl nodded and straitened, then turned towards her to smile reassuringly.
 
"I'm okay. It's just a bit disorienting." She found herself watching Kari's lips as she smiled.
 
"I know the feeling."
 
Still fixated on Kari, she took a moment to register TK's comment. "Hmm?" She shook her head, trying to clear out the last of the hazy-brain, this-isn't-real feeling. Tearing her eyes away from Kari, she glanced at TK. "Sorry. Still just feeling a little surreal." She grinned, embarrassed.
 
Kari laughed lightly. "Me too."
 
"Alright, guys." Tai hollered. "Let's get out of here." The guys followed him out of the room, but Kari and Yolei hung back.
 
"What are you doing tonight?" She asked Kari suddenly. "I just mean, do you wanna hang out or something?"
 
"Oh." Kari blinked, clearly confused. "But it's Friday. Don't you usually hang out with your other friends?"
 
"I guess. Sometimes. But I just thought I'd ask." She stepped back, feeling like a dork. "If you don't want to, that's totally okay."
 
"No!" Yolei froze, shocked by the forcefulness of Kari's tone. "I mean, that's not what I meant. Never mind." She blushed. "I mean, sure. Should I try to catch Davis and the rest of the guys?"
 
"If you want. I guess. Or, you know, it could just be us." She looked hopefully at the shutterbug.
 
Kari gave her a wicked grin. "Let's make it just us." Yolei smiled back.
 
"Okay." When they left the school, they looked at each other awkwardly. "What do you want to do?"
 
"My mom and dad are out of town and Tai's got _'plans'_" Kari giggled, "tonight. So do you want to rent a movie and make ourselves sick on junk food?"
 
"Okay, sure." Yolei's grin went up to about a thousand watts. "So, meet you at the rental place at seven?"
 
"Sounds fun." She turned to look at Yolei and winked. "It's a date." She left, leaving Yolei dumbfounded, wondering if she meant it like _that_ and if so, who had just asked who out. Not that it really mattered.

 
~ Pixie Child ~
Beautiful Dead Girl

Stark: When I want your opinion, I'll stop ice skating in hell and ask for it!
 
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#360 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Wed Nov 11, 2009 5:27 pm
Subject: Fic: 'Against Earth Customs' (Stargate SG-1/Atlantis) ... PG-13 | Daniel/Jack, John/Rodney 		glitery_insa...
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Title: Against Earth Customs
Author: Pixie Child ( glitery_insane_pixie_child@... / http://pixie.submystic.com )
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Atlantis
Pairing: Daniel/Jack, John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's their stupid choice, and both scientists accept that.
Timeline: takes place a few days after 'Alien Customs'. But was written two years after the first. Alien Customs can be found here; http://dp.jaded-paradise.net/fic/stargate/aliencustoms.htm
Beta: Sorry.
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Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.
 
 

Daniel just stared at the two men in front of him. "You're really going to do this?"
 
John Sheppard began nodding his head exuberance, as though his energy would overcome the doubt from the two scientists. Jack tilted his head and looked at the man who was officially his 'best friend'. "You don't think I should?"
 
"No! I mean, yes, we've talked about this for years, but I didn't think you were going to do it now."
 
"So, you don't think he should do it now?" Daniel looked at McKay.
 
"You think they should? You're the one who's always going on about how archaic the military is!"
 
Rodney sniffed. "I didn't say I thought they should. But it's their decision. If they want to throw their careers away, that's their stupid choice."
 
"Thanks for your support, Rodney." John drawled, rolling his eyes at Jack. "I'm touched."
 
Not acknowledging Sheppard, Rodney kept right on going. "But even if they are going to make such a _moronic_ decision, I don't see why you're so concerned. The General isn't likely to loose _his_ job. He's too important to all the allies you've made treaties with. Major Sheppard, on the other hand, is going to get the ax the moments 'I'm a flying fagot' leave his mouth!"
 
"Rodney!" This time, John's voice wasn't his usual calm tone. McKay glared at him, but shut his mouth. "Thank you."
 
"I was just saying." He muttered, not making eye contact.
 
"Well, don't. I don't want to hear it. We're _not_ going to get fired. Elizabeth will back me up, she's already been preparing a speech. Okay? We're going to be fine."
 
"If you say so."
 
"I do say so."
 
"Sure." He waved his hands dismissively and stormed out of the room. Both Daniel and Jack looked at Sheppard, who just watched the doctor leave but made no move to follow.
 
"Uh..." Daniel blinked. "Shouldn't you go after him?"
 
"Nah. He believes in what I'm doing. This is just his way of showing concern."
 
"Huh." Jack smiled cautiously at Daniel. "Are you going to throw a snit-fit too?"
 
Daniel smiled back. "I don't think so."
 
"Well, I'll leave you two alone. Find Teyla and let her know what's going on."
 
Neither original member of SG-1 looked away from the other as the pilot left.
 
"You're okay with it, right?"
 
"It's your stupid choice."
 
Jack's face fell. "So that's a no, then." But Daniel kept smiling. *Beaming, actually.*
 
"It's a yes. I'm proud of you, Jack, and I'm proud that you're proud of me."
 
Unable to help himself, he pulled Daniel unto a hug. "I am," Jack ruffled Daniel's hair and smirked into his hair. "Space monkey."
 
They stood there for a while, until a knock came at the door.
 
"Sir? Are you in there? Colonel Sheppard told me you were done, but..."
 
The General looked at Daniel. "Who's turn is it to hassle her about having a date?" Jackson paused for a moment, thinking.
 
"Teal'c's, I think."
 
"Ah, well, I won't tell if you don't." Breaking away, he threw open the door. "Colonel, come on in."
 
Looking warily at the grin her old CO gave her, she entered her lab cautiously. "Sir?" He clapped her on the back and directed her forward.
 
"So, Sam, you wouldn't believe the _outlandish_ story I heard from McKay this morning..."

 

~ Pixie Child ~
Beautiful Dead Girl

Stark: When I want your opinion, I'll stop ice skating in hell and ask for it!
 
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#359 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Wed Nov 11, 2009 5:02 pm
Subject: Fic: 'Coming Home' (Eureka) ... PG | Allison/Jo 		glitery_insa...
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Title: Coming Home
Author: Pixie Child ( glitery_insane_ pixie_child@ yahoo.ca / http://pixie. submystic. com )
Fandom: Eureka
Pairing: Allison/Jo
Rating: PG (No matter how hard I try, I can't seem write anything harder-core that's decent)
Timeline: No idea. I guess maybe mid-season two?
Summary: Jo's a girl with a gun; well, a lot of guns.
A/N: Don't know where this came from, don't really care. It hit me while I was at work and I
wrote it at two AM when I couldn't sleep.
A/N2: I've got a thing for women cops. And Jo? Is damn sexy.
A/N3: I know the statistical probability of the four main figureheads in a small town all being
gay and paring off with each other is astronomical, but whatever.
Beta: Sorry!
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Allison walked into Jo's house and tossed her keys into the bowl next to the door. The keys made a clanking in the ceramic and she smiled. It was just a simple thing, the sound of keys hitting the place where they belonged, but it was a sound of coming _home_ and it was a wonderful feeling to use that word. Home.
 
As she walked into the sparse living room, she was greeted by the sight of Jo cleaning her gun.
 
"Glad to see you didn't feel the need to point that thing at me today." Allison smiled as Jo lazily looked up at her as if the process of taking her attention away from the weapon was physically straining. The truth was, Allison was only half kidding, because while it had been Jo's idea to give the scientist a key, the first few times it had been used, she'd been met by staring at the barrel of the very gun that was being reassembled that moment. 'A cop's reflexes' was what Jo called it. 'A very paranoid cop' had been Allison's reply. But, oddly, even with the gun pointed at her, it had made Allison feel safe in a way she couldn't really understand.
 
"Yeah."
 
"How was your day?"
 
Jo's lips twisted into a smirk. "Fine. The usual. Something blew up, Carter made a mess, Stark yelled at him, Carter yelled back, and then he fixed it."
 
"Did you at least get to shoot something?" She asked, nodding at the gun Jo was working on methodically without having to look at it.
 
"Uh-huh." She grinned, showing her teeth. "How about you?"
 
"The usual for me as well. But I had the most interesting conversation with Nathan this afternoon. He was in a disturbingly good mood, given the blow up with Jack you just mentioned."
 
"It was a small blow up."
 
"You said they were yelling?"
 
"They always yell."
 
"I guess you're right. Anyways, Nathan walks into my office while I'm doing the paperwork for the _last_ explosion that Fargo was responsible for and he just leans in the doorway until I have to ask him what he wants. And you never be able to guess what he's there to talk about." Jo just looked at her, waiting. "You, in a way. He asked me what I though of your gun collection."
 
Jo smirked again, and it was a little unsettling to Allison, although she wasn't sure why. "Yeah? What'd you tell him?"
 
"I said that if Sheriff Cobbs felt that it was a good use of the police budget, then it didn't really affect me. Then he started phyco-analyzing the need for so many big firearms, possible reasons you could want that many and possible phallic representations of them."
 
"Really?"
 
"Yes. So he's discussing your wall of weapons like it's some sort of sex thing, all the while saying it like he's discussing Fargo's latest social blunder, as though it's something that he has absolutely no interest in but he feels I should know. It's the same tone he used to take when we were married and in couples counseling."
 
Luop's eyebrows jumped up and she chuckled. "You were actually able to get hard ass Nathan Stark to go to counseling with you?"
 
"Twice."
 
"Wow. I'm impressed."
 
"And also glad it didn't work?"
 
"Well, yeah."
 
"So am I." They shared a moment, just smiling at each other. Then Jo went back to her gun.
 
"So he's going on about my guns and..."
 
"He asks me what I thought of his theory. I said as far as I knew, you didn't have the phyisological equipment to be overcompensating for anything. Then he asks me how much I know about that."
 
"About what, over compensating? "
 
"That's what I asked him. He said he meant about your equipment."
 
"Really?"
 
"Really. I think I nearly fainted. Usually, Nathan is a lot more subtle then that. It's his job to be tactful."
 
"Well, he still gets a few points for tact. Carter just asked me how you were in bed."
 
Allison froze. "You're kidding. When?"
 
"Today. After the mini brawl with Stark. It was weird. They're screaming at each other in the middle of the station until I throw them out, so they take their screaming match outside and ten minutes later he's coming back in, alone, grinning from ear to ear, plops down at his desk and asks what you're like in the sack."
 
"Oh."
 
"So, what, you you think they know?" Allison just continued to gape. "Don't look so shocked. They were going to figure it out eventually. Besides, this way we don't have to tell them because they clearly already know. And I got him back."
 
"How?"
 
"I asked Carter how often Dr. Stark removed the stick from his ass to let him up there."

~ Pixie Child ~
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Date: Tue Nov 10, 2009 12:28 pm
Subject: Fic: 'End of the World' (BtVS) ... PG-13 | Dawn 		glitery_insa...
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Title: End of the World
Author: Pixie Child ( glitery_insane_pixie_child@... / http://pixie.submystic.com )
Fandom: BtVS/AtS
Characters: Dawn
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: BtVS - Post season 7 , AtS - Post season 5
Spoilers: References (loosely) to S8 of BtVS and Christopher Golden's 'Lost Slayer'
Summary: Everybody wants to live forever, except some don't.
A/N: I can't count how many of these types of fics I've written, but I'd like to think they're not carbons of each other. This one hit when I was capping Law&Order episodes, of all things.
Beta: Not. Sorry. I'm looking, though, if anyone is offering.
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          2006
 
They all fell, one by one, and Dawn watched it with tears that became a permanent fixture on her features. Principal Wood was first, and as she watched, Faith scream in furry and take on the eight monsters that killed her boyfriend, sobs racked her body when even as Faith killed them all, across the battlefield, another skewered Giles through the chest.
 
As Giles' glasses fell from his face into the mud, the girl who wasn't sank to her knees, mirroring the action as her sister's Watcher died and the demon pulled his weapon from his corps and moved onto the closest Slayer. It all felt so unreal watching the scene play out like all of her worst nightmares combined, and even as she cried and screamed it felt like it couldn't really be happening. It kind of felt ironic, that they'd spent so many years trying to keep the Hellmouth in Sunnydale closed while the one in Cleveland was dormant, yet so soon after they sealed theirs, the second one gave way and spewed out more nasties then they could count.
 
As girls went down all around her, she gave one final scream of defiance and rose, sword in her hand, and at the sound, Dawn was rushed by three of the same kind of thing that killed Giles. She took them down with ease, but hadn't realized a fourth come up behind her and she felt a pain in her abdomen. Looking down, she saw the wooden pike favoured by the hellspawn protruding through her side, she screamed again. As the thing pulled it's weapon out, she whirled around and cut off it's head.
 
Still screaming, she continued on, slicing through one after another, her wound that should have been fatal glowing and seeming to heal itself going unnoticed by her as she continued to take down the ranks. Unnoticed by the girl, but not by the monsters she slew. They stared at her in horror as she reduced their numbers and gave the others a fighting chance. Ronda gave a battle cry and when they made eye contact, the Slayer grinned and winked but all Dawn could do was grimace and try not to look at where she knew either man lay.
 
 
 
         2010
 
After that battle, nothing was the same. Buffy had lost the last of the innocence she's managed to hold onto throughout that last year in Sunnydale, Xander was only sticking around to do all the damage he could to avenge Anya, Willow hadn't been the same since she walked in on Kennedy and August a few years back, and Dawn... hadn't aged a day since that day Giles died.
 
They all looked at her differently since someone had told them about Dawn's miraculous recovery. At first, no one had believed it, but then, slowly, they started to treat her differently. Andrew was the most obvious, but that was because he kept hanging around her and comparing her to Wolverine after seeing her get a paper-cut and having it heal almost immediately. Then the Slayers, Kennedy and August first, followed by Anna, and most of the other girls. Finally even Xander and Buffy stopped sitting with her at meal time and Willow began avoiding her all together. Only Ronda and Faith still treated her the same and it became an unspoken thing that regardless who was assigned to work together, it was always the the three of them because no one else would go into the field with Dawn.
 
It wasn't for a little while that Dawn realized that she wasn't aging, almost three years after the fact, but no one else had either, because they all had more pressing things to worry about. It was just that Ronda had made a joke that while they probably wouldn't live to thirty, they all looked older then her parents and Dawn realized that she still didn't look older then nineteen or twenty. That night, she used Ronda's knife to cut off her hair and started dressing more like Faith. A few nights later, Willow just vanished. No note, no explanation, just gone. When Buffy found out, her face hardened, the scar on her lip becoming more evident and she shrugged like it didn't matter.
 
"Let her go. It's her choice." Xander caught her eye, glared at Buffy and left, slamming the door behind him.
 
In that instant, Dawn hated them both. Willow for abandoning them and Buffy for not caring. It was the first emotion she felt in a long time. It hurt, it burned, it made her feel like screaming until her throat was raw and she couldn't move. It felt damn good.
 
 
 
         2011
 
Buffy was killed in the field almost a year to the day Willow left, along with Andrew, Kennedy, Satsu and about a dozen other new girls. They held a brief funeral without anything left to bury. After that, the girls started dropping like flies. Xander kept trying to keep up people's spirits, but when he was killed a few weeks later, that was it. In just a few short days, it was just Ronda, Faith and Dawn.
 
Storming the fucking _stronghold_ that had been built miles around the Hellmouth had been Ronda's idea, the last act of the desperate. But it didn't matter. Faith and Ronda never really expected to come out of it alive and Dawn prayed that she'd be able to die along with them.
 
Apparently, God doesn't answer prayers of energy in the form of a girl.
 
 
 
         2039
 
They hold a vigil every few years, it's not planned, it just sort of happens, the five of them. They all just sort of show up in the ruins of Angel's old building, without any prior contact between them and remember. An odd mix of the damned, standing around what used to be the lobby and mourning the dead at the same time as resenting them for being able to die.
 
Angel, in his torn and blood-stained jacket, looks the worst, like a corps that doesn't know it's supposed to stop moving once it's been killed. He hasn't left LA since he took on Wolfram & Heart, yet Dawn knows he only enters this building when they're here.
 
Spike stands across from his sire, both an act of defiance and a need to be close to the man who in many ways was his idol, but as a vampire and a man looking for redemption. Every time Dawn sees him, she feels like the 14 year old looking for protection from the man who somehow manages to terrify and fascinate her. Dawn suspects that he still kills humans, though, because he doesn't look malnourished like her used to when the chip in his head worked and is holding up much better then Angel does.
 
Willow is beside Angel, hair black and dressed like a fairytale witch. Her hair blows slightly in a breeze that Dawn can't hear of see, and the black veins that she had when she was avenging Tara's death seem to come and go. She's lost all of her Willowness, and has only shown even a flicker of her humanity when remembering Tara.
 
Dawn has Spike and Willow on either side, despite the fissions of fear she gets when she looks at her old idol. Her hair is uneven from cutting it herself and her clothes are form-fitting and well worn for maximum maneuverability, because even though she can't seem to die, she hates the reminder of it.
 
The last person is positioned between the two vampires, and Dawn's not really sure what her story is. Her hair is dark blue and she's hot a blue huge to her bone white skin. She wears a leather outfit that Faith would love and has a sense of entitlement like no one else she's ever known.
 
The five of them just stand there, sometimes for more then a day, without speaking, until, one by one, they can't anymore and just sit down on the filthy floor and once they're all sitting on the ground, Spike and sometimes Dawn chain smoking, they remember everyone they've lost and share stories that they all have heard and each remember a little differently, even if they weren't there to experience.
 
But when They leave, the tears that haven't stopped falling for so many years, since Principal Wood fell first so many years ago, finally reach an end.
 
 
 
         2070
 
They've all fought each other at one point or another, sometimes over a look or a gesture, other times over the way one of them remembered something, sometimes just out of the need to express something, to _feel_ something. Every single one of them have fought every one of the others, except for Dawn and the blue girl. Dawn gets the impression that even Willow knows her, although she doesn't know how. Maybe in those years she was AWOL.
 
This time it's Spike and Dawn. Obviously, it's wrong of her to remember Buffy in _any_ sort of negative light, because when she mentions how she felt when Willow left, Spike's on top of her, his hand on her throat and in full vamp-face. He looks like he's moments from biting her, but as vicious as his attack is, her anger from the memory is stronger and she's punching his gut. She flips them both over, and begins to pound on him and for every blow he lands, she gives him three in return. Finally, he bucks her off, and then they're on their feet, still trading blows. Dawn kicks him in the stomach and he doubles over. The win feels too easy for her, but he doesn't strike back. Following one of their unspoken rules, he walks out with as much dignity he can manage after having his ass handed to him by a girl he helped protect so many years ago. Illyria watches them, intrigued, and after Spike's out of sight, Angel snarls and leaps to his feat, looking like he's about to take her on next. Dawn looks him in the eye, her message clear; she's challenging him to try and take her, begging him to try and kill her. She's asking him to be the one who can take down the Key in front of the Destroyer if Worlds and the Madwoman. But he doesn't. After a moment, he sits back down, his posture straighter, but with no inclination to fight. That night, she leaves and the others watch, but don't say anything to convince her to stay. That's not how this works. In another few years, they'll meet back here and do this all over again.
 
 
 
         2267
 
Everybody wants to live forever, but that's only because they don't really know what it means. They think that it's about being young and beautiful forever, or at least staying with the people you love, having fun in the body you were born in, breathing the clean air and having the sun on your skin.
 
Even the few thousand humans left, living in small groups around a world now run by demons, monsters, vampires and other things Dawn doesn't have a name for, people who never knew what the world was like a couple hundred years ago, still dream of being able to live forever. There's still Slayers being chosen, from what Dawn's heard, but she's got no interest in finding out who the lucky girl happens to be right now. As soon as the hoards find out who she is, there'll be another being Chosen. That's just how it works now, the same as how it did at the dawn of time, when the first watchers had the poor girl chained in a cave, forcing the power onto her, despite that she wanted nothing to do with it.
 
Angel still fights for redemption, although Dawn suspects that it's not so much for the things that Angelus did, but more because he doesn't know what else to do.
 
Willow's become something of a legend, people referring to her as the Madwoman and she's somewhat of an enigma to everyone but four shadows of people who used to be.
 
Illyria's been rebuilding an empire that Dawn vaguely recalls reading about in Giles' old books. She's never put the name with the woman before, but when the ancient being offered Dawn a place at her side, she made the connection. She politely turned her down, and Illyria had tilted her head to the side, looking unsurprised, yet still disappointed. "Should you change your mind, you will be welcome." she intoned before turning and disappearing into the darkness. Every now and then, Dawn is tempted to take her up on her offer, but never does.
 
Then there's Spike. The only true connection to her old life. He may be the only one she clashes with the most, but that's only because he's the only connection to her humanity. It's been so long that if it weren't for him, she's not sure she would bother following the bull back to LA. But then again, would she really have a choice? She just doesn't know.
 
 
 
         2896
 
They are all there again, with Angel being the last to arrive as always, and Dawn feels herself sink to her knees as soon as he takes his place across from Spike. She has no reason to stand any more. She feels as though she no longer has a reason for much at this point. Her hair is long again, in a tight braid that she pulls so tight that it hurts, because at least then she is feeling something, if only for an instant.
 
They all seem to sense her resign and sit down as well. And when she opens her mouth to begin her tribute, she realizes she can no longer remember what she was going to say. She can picture blond hair and green eyes, but who she is or what she meant to Dawn is a blank. She can't remember anything about her and that realization leaves her feeling so empty that she finally is able to cry again, she cries until her throat is raw and she aches inside, so hard that her body is shaking and Spike goes over to her and wraps his cold arms around she small body.
 
"I can't remember."
 
And after a long time, her shaking subsides, and through her exhaustion she looks up and sees the others standing around her. She can;t even remember the name of the woman with black hair and layered dress, but her face seems somehow softer then it did when she first walked into the room and that is enough to allow her to feel a little more at peace.
 
Everybody wants to live forever, except for those who will.
 


 
~ Pixie Child ~
Beautiful Dead Girl

Stark: When I want your opinion, I'll stop ice skating in hell and ask for it!
 
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#357 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Fri Nov 6, 2009 11:03 am
Subject: Fic: 'Intrigue' (BtVS drabble) ... PG | Dawn/Kennedy 		glitery_insa...
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Title: Intrigue
Author: Pixie Child ( glitery_insane_pixie_child@... / http://pixie.submystic.com )
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Dawn/Kennedy
Rating: PG
Timeline: 7.10 - Bring on the Night
Summary: She can feel her watching.
A/N: Thanks to Sami for the prompt. Sorry it took me so long!
Beta: *looks around* Nope. Still just me.
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She can feel the girl in the denim jacket watching her from across the room. It's like a laser burning into her, inspecting and analyzing her like she had done to them moments before, and Dawn tries her hardest to pay attention to what Giles is saying. Something about how other maybe-Slayers are being killed and that's why he brought these three girls here. 'Cause _that's_not going to make her home more of a target.
 
Dawn glances quickly towards Kennedy. There's curiosity in the other girls gaze as well as interest, and she can feel a blush begin to spread across her entire body when the other girl catches her looking and arches an eyebrow, a silent question being asked. Dawn's knows she's wondering if Dawn's like them. She sits up straighter and turns to give the potential Slayer a _look_, but by now, Kennedy's listening to Buffy and Giles and isn't looking at Dawn anymore.
 
Dawn slouches once more and goes back to watching Giles, who's now making empty promises about keeping them all safe.
 
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The girl their age is what interests Kennedy the most. How she seems to fit into the surroundings, but it's clear she's not really part of the group. She'd been ready to slap her when she'd practical shoved her face in Kennedy's, checking them out, but she'd still managed to earn her respect for doing it. She's the opposite of Kennedy, Annabelle and Molly, whom, as she's been told countless times, were born for the possibility of being chosen. Which apparently involves going halfway across the country, or the world in Molly's case, to a little nowhere town in California to avoid being gutted by the eyeless freaks that got her watcher.
 
Kennedy's never seen any need for subtlety, so she tunes out the Brit's explanation and really _looks_ at the girl. She's beautiful, in a fragile doll kind of way. Not Kennedy's usual type, but that hasn't stopped her before. Besides, there's something about her that's intriguing. Sexy, but unsure of herself.
 
When the Slayer starts talking, though, she turns back to the discussion. And starts arguing with her and her Watcher, because this chick is really getting on her nerves.
 
"And if this thing is the root of all evil, isn't the hell mouth it's number one vacation spot? I mean, don't you think we should be hiding our asses on the other side of the globe?"
 

~ Pixie Child ~
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#356 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Thu Nov 5, 2009 12:16 am
Subject: Fic: 'Trying to Get Home' (BSG 2003) ... PG | Apollo 		glitery_insa...
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Title: Trying to Get Home

Author: Pixie Child ( glitery_insane_ pixie_child@... / http://pixie.submystic.com )

Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003

Character: Apollo

Pairing: Eh, maybe a little Kara/Lee. But not really.

Rating: PG

Timeline: You Can't Go Home Again

Summary: The Commander is lying to himself as well as Apollo

A/N: Short little piece of crap. Sorry.

Beta: Nope.

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"Kara was family. You do whatever you have to do. Sometimes you break the rules."

"And if it was me down there instead?"

"You don't have to ask that."

"Are you sure?"

"If it were you, we'd never have left."

 

Commander Bill Adama says it with such strength, such force that Captain Lee 'Apollo' Adama knows it to be true. Because it is his commander's word, and that is what the Colonial Fleet is built in. It is what fuels those under his command and what keeps the men fighting through the sweat and tears, what keeps them sane for all the madness around them.

 

But underneath all that, beyond all the training and blind following, Lee looks at his father and a small part of him dies. That little bit of the small child he used to be; the tiny part of that boy that survived his dad always being absent, his parents' divorce, both his mother's and Zack's death, all the hell and torment they've been through since the Cylons attacked all those months ago... that little part of him that was still little Lee Adama breaks away and dies as he looks into his father's eyes and sees that it isn't true. If it were him, he realized with a heart stopping chill, Commander Adama would have ordered the pull out once the estimated oxygen tank ran out. It's a bitch to realize that there is someone that his father loves more than his own flesh and blood; to see there is someone who he was willing to risk not just his life but that of his son's and everyone else under his command to save, but to also know that he wouldn't have done the same for Lee... It's just too much.

 

It was bad enough to think that his father hadn't mourned Zack as much as he should have; that he dismissed what happened as pilot incompetence. But at least then he'd had the small comfort of Starbuck being around to tell him he was a fraking moron and asking how the hell he could believe that about his own father. Now? He's damned if even just thinking her name doesn't hurt like a mother fraker.

 

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Life's a bitch. But the real bitch here isn't just life or even that his father loves someone more than him, it's that the person that the commander would choose over him is the same person he himself is in love with despite himself. Who just happens to be his dead brother's fiancé. Life may not imitate art, but it sure as hell mirrors the old stories about the gods.

 

"Holy- Galactica, the Cylon is now flying in formation with me, right above my head. This thing is acting weird. Hook me through."

 

The real fraked up thing, though, is that even as he feels more than a small amount of wonder as the Cylon Raptor flies overhead, he also feels that knot of bitterness grow inside of him to see she's returned.

 

"This thing is flying with some serious attitude."

 

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He's relieved and bitter and just wants to kiss her before he smacks her into next year when they lift her out of her new toy and take her down to Sick Bay.

 

"Boy, when you take a souvenir, you don't screw around. Oh, my gods, you smell like a latrine."

 

"Mmm... you wanna give me a bath?" She laughs as they carry her out, and he loved her and hates her all the more for it.

 

They're really fraked up.

 

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#355 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Thu Nov 5, 2009 12:09 am
Subject: Fic: 'The Dollhouse' (Big Bang Theory) ... PG 		glitery_insa...
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Title: The Dollhouse

Author: Pixie Child ( glitery_insane_ pixie_child@... / http://pixie.submystic.com )

Fandom: Big Bang Theory

Rating: PG

Timeline: 2008-2009 season

Summary: Changing the routine

Beta: There wasn't one.

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Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

A/N: I don't have any idea why I wrote this. I've never done anything is regards to the Big Bang Theory fandom (even read any fanficion) and have yet to be able to catch even 5 minutes of Dollhouse. But the idea came to me while I was making icons and... ah, screw it. Either it's brilliant or it belongs lining a birdcage.

A/N2: I think my love of BSG may have seeped through. ^_~ For a lesbian, I admit my love for Helo is a bit odd. But he’s awesome!

A/N3: Thanks to GrimSage for the help on the BBT story line!

 

 

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"I can't believe we're having this debate!"

 

"I would have to agree with you, given that my suggestion certainly qualifies. It has the scientific aspect _and_ far-fetched yet plausible explanation to back it up. Not to mention that it contains everybody's favourite attributes; Over-drama for Lenard, the implausible science for Rajah and Howard, it has that heavy-chested woman that you like so much."

 

"Okay, yes, Eliza Dushku is _oh, so very hot_ and I would so do her, even over Summer Glau. Although the two of them together-"

 

"Howard, keep on topic."

 

"Right. Just because it's quasi Sci-Fi and has one of the most sensual women to ever grace the face of the television-"

 

*snap* "Your eyes are starting to glaze over."

 

"-doesn't mean that it fits the bill for rescheduling Friday's television schedule."

 

"Well why not? We had to reschedule Halo to make room for when Penny demanded use of our television to watch that program with the barely dressed women living in one house. And this certainly is more important than that."

 

"Rajah, what do you think?"

 

"Well, we did let Howard watch Birds of Prey when it was on, despite all the many faults and contradictions in the story line."

 

"Thank you, Rajah."

 

"But this show is hardly based on a DC comic book and I think you're stretching you logic pretty thin. Sorry, Sheldon."

 

"And anyways, you voted against Birds of Prey."

 

"Yes, Lenard, and when I was over-ruled, what did you say?"

 

"...'Well, look at it this way, you'll be more likely to get in a new show when you want to."

 

"Exactly."

 

"But you still have to prove your point!"

 

"I believe I have, Howard."

 

"If that's your entire case, then this doesn't look good, Sheldon. Any closing arguments before we vote?"

 

"...But-but-but - Helo's in it!"

 

"That's your final position?"

 

"Yes!"

 

"Okay. The voting will now commence. All for adding 'Dollhouse' to acceptable television programs in evening viewing, general conversation and fair to use in games such as 'Who Am I'?"

 

"Aye."

 

"The vote is unanimous. Congratulations, Sheldon."

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#354 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Thu Nov 5, 2009 12:01 am
Subject: Fic: 'Simple Moments' (BtVS; Season 8) ... PG | Dawn & Faith 		glitery_insa...
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Title: Simple Moments
Author: Pixie Child (http://pixie.submystic.com/)
Fandom: BtVS Season 8
Pairing: light Dawn/Faith sparkage
Rating: PG
Timeline: sometime post issue 18
Summary: Dawn needs someone to talk to and Faith happens to be around.
A/N: Dedicated to GrimSage because he's the one how got me into the S8 comics and also just 'cause he's the coolest.
A/N2: Sorry this took so long, GS, I don't know where my head is at.
Beta: I thought so, but I never heard back from my beta.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

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Faith choked. "Like you were ridden hard and put away _wet_? You said that to Xander?"
 
Dawn giggled. "And he was, like, completely brain-broke for a second, then came the sputtering, and after that he decided to take it sexually and went to go soap out his brain."
 
"He _decided_ to take it sexually?" Faith looked at Dawn doubtfully. "You saying you didn't give him any help at all with that?"
 
The Summers girl crossed her arms and tried to look indignant. "Well, I didn't tell him that I had no idea how he interpreted it. I just... didn't give him that dirty smirk you're so good at." She blinked a few times. "What?"
 
"Y'know," Faith drawled, "it's really hard to believe you were innocent in the whole thing, given that you can't seem to keep that guiltier then sin look off your hot little mouth now."
 
"Faith!"
 
The Slayer laughed and looked around conspiratorially. "What? All the build-a-stakers went to bed a while ago. Jeeze, Dawnie, where are your senses at? You're so used to being huge that you've forgotten how to sense the normal shit? Don't worry, nobody's going to hear me and think less of you." Faith leaned forward, her low cut top giving Dawn an eyeful. "And speaking of sordid details,"
 
"What?" Dawn giggled again, this time very nervously. "I didn't mention-"
 
"Well I am. Now, what was up with doing that Thricewise, anyways? I mean, I've seen pictures of the guy. I mean, even in my evil-turns-me-on phase, I wouldn't have let him touch me."
 
"Hey! Dawn sat up straighter and scowled at Faith. "Kenny wasn't evil."
 
"I know. But he sure as shit wasn't good. What would you call rewarding a girl for lettin' him pop her cherry by making her huge?"
 
"What?" Dawn made a face. "Oh, gross Faith!"
 
"I know."
 
"Besides, you're wrong." She smiled a little at having surprised Faith. "He wasn't my first."
 
"Well I know it wasn't Xander, by the reaction you just told me about. I'm just praying it wasn't Spike."
 
The younger girl just leaned back, still looking revolted.
 
A dark shadow fell across Faith's face. "Oh, god. It wasn't Buffy's army toy, was it?"
 
"No!" Dawn's voice went up an octave. "God, Faith, no! Eww! It _so_ wasn't Riley. That's just wrong on _so_ many levels."
 
Faith leaned back and calmed visibly, losing the look that said she was likely to go on a rampage. "Okay then, who?"
 
"None of your business! God. What's got you all weird now?"
 
Faith propped one arm behind her head and shrugged. "Not like there's a lot else to do 'round here. It's either this or join the teeny-boppers upstairs bopping to Backstreet Boys."
 
"Actually, I think it's The Jonas Brothers that they're currently in love with."
 
The Slayer quirked an eyebrow.
 
"Not that I know anything about them." Dawn continued quickly. "I mean, it's just, they won't stop talking about it sometimes, you know?"
 
Faith smiled at Dawn's babbling and cut her a break. "Yeah, Dawn, I know. Don't worry about it."
 
"Cool." Dawn broke into a huge yawn. "Oh boy. What time is it?" She looked at the clock. "Three? Wow." She stood up and stretched.
 
Faith stood with her. "Here. I'll go with you. You'll need some sleep and I'm pretty sure your room is next to the current fan club, isn't it?"
 
Dawn blinked. "Uh, yeah. Why?"
 
"This way I can be the one to tell them it's time to shut it the hell off. Fangirls are scary, remember? You used to be one."
 
Dawn punched her in the arm pathetically.
 
Faith laughed. "Keep it coming, Dawnie. I'm a Slayer, I can take it. But if you decide you don't love me anymore, who's going to protect you from the big, strong Slayer-Bees?"
 
Dawn made a face and threw her arms up in defeat. "Ugh. You're right. I guess I do need you." Dawn leaned against her. "Sleep time now."
 
"Come on then." As they headed out of the main common room, Faith stopped, causing Dawn to nearly fall. Only her slayer-fast reflexes kept the girl from hitting the ground.
 
Dawn yelped in surprise. "Hey!"
 
"Sorry. I must be getting old. I just realized you managed to avoid telling me who your first was."
 
"Yup." Dawn nodded smartly. "Now, keep it moving. You don't want to become the pervy old lady who lives in the same building as me, do you?"
 
Faith chuckled. "I'll get you for that one, Summers. Just wait. I know where you live."
 


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#353 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Mon Sep 28, 2009 12:44 pm
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Okay, first off, sorry about the cross-post guys.
 
This is just an announcement about a new general fandom resource site. I Know Stuff has been designed as a ALL fandom site; including image galleries, character lists and fanfiction challenge generators is all genres, regardless if they're movies, TV shows, books, comics or games.
 
We're currently looking for small any contributions or volunteer staff members, because so far it's still a small site with only 14 fandom. But please, go and check us out. And if you feel like contributing anything, from character bios to episode lists, even just fandom titles, contact us either using the form on the site (http://www.iknowstuff.org/site_contact.php) or at pixie@....
 
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#352 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
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Hey. Sorry if this is out of place, but I wrote a Big Bang fic and there are a few things I am not sure of. Please help!
 
1) Rajh's field of study,
2) what were they doing when Penny took over their TV to watch the model show,
3) did they ever mention Firefly or Joss Wedon?
 
  Thanks!


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#351 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Tue Apr 28, 2009 3:00 pm
Subject: Fic: Only to Excess (BSG 2003 | Cain/Starbuck) PG-13 		glitery_insa...
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Title</b>: Only to Excess
Fandom</b>: BSG
Pairing</b>: Cain/Starbuck
Rating</b>: PG-13 (but would R for excessive use of the word 'Frack' if BSG used the real word)
Timeline</b>: Resurrection Ship (1)
Summary</b>: "Only to excess" is what she said. And it's not only dead *guys* Kara has a problem with.
A/N</b>: Not really a Cain/Thrace fan, but whatever. I like Cain's character and I *love* Starbuck slash. 
Beta</b>: None. I apologize in advance for any errors.
Disclaimer</b>: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.
 
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Kara poured the Admiral another shot when the glass was slammed down on the desk in front of her. "Thank you, Captain."
 
"You're very welcome, Admiral. I'm glad I could be service to the fleet." She laughed as she knocked back her drink, nearly spitting the Ambrosia back out in her amusement. "Can I ask you something off the record, Admiral?"
 
"You can always ask, Thrace."
 
"What did that Cylon woman do to you?" Kara took a slug straight from the bottle. "You know, to make you hate her so much?"
 
"Excuse me? She, it, was a Cylon, Thrace. It was the enemy and it had information we needed to win the war."
 
The newly appointed Captain leaned forward on the table, looking the Admiral in the eyes. "Bullshit. I heard about that 'Please Disturb' sign." She saw the other woman's eyes harden, but didn't stop. "I've done things to them to get information, but that... you're so fracking by the book I don't know how you can sit with that stick up your ass. There are so many ways to get information in the book that don't involve turning your men into monsters. That toaster had to have done something to you."
 
"I trusted her and she betrayed me."
 
"Frack you. That's what they do; they screw with your head and make you think they're one of us. That doesn't explain why you painted open season on its forehead for all Pegasus's perverts to have a go at her."
 
"You misunderstand me, Captain Thrace. I didn't mean she betrayed the ship or the colonies. She betrayed me."
 
"Oh." A deep understanding settled over Kara and she put the bottle down on the desk.
 
"I let that... thing into my inner circle, frack, I let it into my bed." Cain's steely gaze never broke away. "I thought I loved it."
 
The blonde breathed out. "Frack me."
 
"If that's an invitation, Thrace, I may just take you up on it." Kara smirked and leaned back into the chair.
 
"Not what I meant." She reached for the ambrosia and took another swig from the bottle, this time deliberately not looking at her commanding officer. "I just know what you mean."
 
The venom in Cain's voice was practically tangible. "You don't know. How the frack could you know what I went through... Boomer. Galactica's Cylon. That thing that Tyrol and Agathon are in the brig for protecting. How can you defend those men when that thing fracked with your head like that?"
 
"It wasn't that Sharon."
 
"They're all the same."
 
"This one saved my ass back on Caprica."
 
"From what I understand, it was in order to save her own life as well."
 
"That seems pretty damn human to me."
 
"That's what they do, Thrace. They seem human. Are you as deluded as Agathon and Tyrol? Did I make a mistake in promoting you to Captain?"
 
Kara smirked. "Probably, Admiral." She saluted the woman across from her, bottle still in hand. "But what're you gonna do about it?"
 
Cain stood up and walked around the desk. Kara tensed. "I could re-evaluate my decision to throw both you and Lieutenant Adama in the brig, but you spend so much time in there I suspect it wouldn't do much of anything. I could have you sitting on death row for being a Cylon sympathizer for what you just said, but then I'd lose another pilot and you are far more capable then Stinger or Lee Adama are." She walked behind Kara and put a hand on her shoulder. "There's just something about you, Thrace, that makes me want to keep you around for a while. Keep you on the Pegasus, keep an eye on you, keep you close to me."
 
Kara drank deep from the bottle, turned and swallowed deliberately. "Keep me under you?"
 
"I don't hear you disagreeing, Captain."
 
"I never said I was, Admiral."
 
"Good." Cain reached down and took the bottle from the blonde. She raised it to her mouth, never breaking eye contact. "That's good." Kara licked her lips as Helena Cain drank the rest of the bottle. "I'm glad."
 
Starbuck tore her eyes away. "That doesn't mean I'll back down about Helo and the Chief."
 
Cain laughed and set the empty Ambrosia bottle on her desk, then sat next to it. "Nor does it mean that I won't end up throwing you in the brig for insubordination in the future."
 
She laughed. "No, Sir."
 
"Now, what to do with you..."
 
Kara smirked and whispered, "Frack me."


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Date: Fri Apr 10, 2009 2:57 pm
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Oh my god! *spazes* Just found this. Cool!
 
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#349 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Fri Apr 3, 2009 2:01 pm
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Title: Slayer Girl
Author: Pixie Child ( glitery_insane_pixie_child@... / http://pixie.submystic.com )
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Dawn/Faith
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: Goes AU from mid-season 5
Summary: It's lonely alone. Two alones can make it less lonely, if only for a night.
A/N: Don't know where this came from. One moment, I was updating fanlistings, the next I was trying to get this down before it was gone.
Beta: Sami (aka Challange Goddess of all Things Fic) She really is a goddess!
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

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Dawn raised the stake and slammed it down into the vampire's chest. It exploded into a cloud of ash. Before the dust had settled, she was up again, fighting the next. She'd taken down three of them already and there were only two left: one currently operating under the delusion he could take her and a female that was circling her, looking for a way in.
 
"You won't survive as a slayer."
 
The voice came from her right and Dawn spared a fraction of a second to look over.
 
Her dance partner took his opening, backhanding her hard enough to make her stagger, before He laughed confidently and took a step toward her. "Your friend is right. Not only that, you won't last the night." He hit her again, but this time, she was ready.
She went with it, falling into the girl vamp and hissed in pain.
The monster hissed back and gabbed her arm.
 
"You know, I never got into that whole cat-fight thing," Dawn took hold of the wrist on her arm. "Sorry." She quickly bent it until she heard the satisfying snap. The female vampire screamed in pain as she was hurled into her companion, knocking them both over. Advancing, Dawn staked the blonde as she walked by, eyes on the male. Too stupid to realize that he didn't have a hope in hell, he clawed at her as he tried to stand. She used that momentum to haul him to his feet and slammed the wood home. He actually looked shocked as he disintegrated to dust.
 
As she began to brush the remains of the vampire off of herself, she heard clapping coming from behind her. She whirled around, the stake raised in case she had miscounted.
 
"Very nice there. But you still won't survive as a slayer. You think too much, Dawnie."
 
As the other woman came forward, Dawn snarled at her. "Shouldn't you be rotting in a jail cell somewhere in LA?"
 
The Slayer smirked and spread her arms in a defenseless gesture. "Good behaviour."
 
"I didn't think they let convicted psychopaths out for good behaviour."
 
"Wasn't convicted. I confessed, remember? 'sides, they do anything when the council is desperate enough. Those old bastards have too damn much power."
 
"Why the hell would they do that?"
 
"The world's short a slayer, or haven't you heard?" She stopped less then a foot away from Dawn and crossed her arms. "Apparently, one Buffy Summers met an untimely fate a few years back and the after about six months of the world falling apart without anyone to stop it, the useless wonders decided it was time to spring me and give me a chance to be rehabilitated. It was either that or have me offed and try to break in a new girl. But time was kinda important, you know? But I'm sure if they knew Dawn the Mini-Slayer was on the job, they wouldn't have bothered." She gave Dawn a once-over and leered. "I love the look, Dawnie. It just screams jail-bait."
 
Dawn sheathed the stake with her left hand and reached behind her with the right. Her hand rested on the hilt of her favoured weapon, out of Faith's sight. "I am twenty two, you know."
 
"Huh." The older woman looked Dawn again and laughed. "Well, you'd never know it. Without all your makeup, you don't look older then seventeen or eighteen." Dawn frowned.
 
"How long have you been watching me?"
 
"Pretty much all night. I wasn't sure if that was you." She gestured to the hand behind Dawn's back. "Look, if I wanted to fight, you'd be down already."
 
"Then what do you want?"
 
"I just figured I'd say 'hi' and see if you wanted to get a drink."
 
"You stalked me all night to ask me to a bar?"
 
Faith shrugged. "Why not? There isn't a hell of a lot else to do here."
 
Dawn dropped her arm to her side. "Alright, fine." Faith grinned and sauntered right up to the younger woman and draped an arm around her as they left the park. "But you're buying."
 
   ----
 
"So what're you doing in Cleveland, anyways?" Dawn shouted over the music as they danced together. Faith's hand fell from Dawn's shoulder to her hip and pulled her tighter.
 
"Honestly, I was just passing through. The Council said that there was a hellmouth issue out here and that some loser demons were trying to do the whole hell-on-earth thing out here, too." Faith grinded into her and winked. "Don't suppose you know anything about that?"
 
"Got 'em last night. They put up less of a fight then Cordy could have. It was pretty sad." Dawn draped her arms over Faith's shoulders and leaned in as they rocked together. "Even if they'd done what they wanted, they'd have been the bitches of the underworld." As the Slayer's arm began to reach across her back, Dawn pulled away. "I need another drink." Dawn danced over to the bar, her bare back glistening with sweat. It was only then that Faith paid any attention to the weapon that was protruding from a scabbard half by her belt tightly across her waist. It actually matched Dawn's outfit and, given the type of crowd at the bar, looked as though it could have been an accessory rather then an actual weapon. But the exposed skin was too much of a temptation, and she chose to pay attention to the girl rather then the blade. "Four shots." Dawn hollered at the bartender over the crowd of people. The guy took one look at her, and poured her drinks over the complaints of the other customers. She slapped some money down on the counter and handed two of the shot glasses to Faith. "You got the beers so this is on me. Cheers."
 
Faith quirked an eyebrow as she took them and then watched Dawn down both of hers in one go. "Nice. You really are all grown up."
 
Dawn sneered in reply. "So kind of you to notice. You gonna drink those or should I take them back?" Faith knocked hers back the way Dawn had.
 
"Potent." She blinked. "What was that?"
 
"Club special. They've got magik users as bartenders. It's a rush." Dawn leaned in so that her mouth was just barely touching her ear. "Wanna get outta here?"
 
Faith grabbed her head and kissed her hard. After a few moments, she let Dawn pull back, panting. "I never wanted anything more."
 
   ----
 
They were both gasping for breath when Faith slammed the motel door shut behind them. "So, did'ja do that to the shirt yourself or did some vamp do it for you?" Dawn looked down at her ripped leather shirt, the bottom frayed just below her bra with sleeves that had clearly been ripped away and the front torn open nearly all the way down.
 
"What, you don't like it?" Dawn ran her hand down her chest slowly, not breaking eye contact with Faith as she swayed.
 
Faith blinked, trying to focus. "Just askin'."
 
"I hated the sleeves. Ever try to fight with leather sleves? So I tore them off. With the bottom. The front..." She toyed with the coller as she backed up towards the bed, "Let's just say I had an over-eager blonde over one night who couldn't figure how to take it off. She was hot, but really stupid." As she crawled into the center of the bed, she took off the belt that held the stake as well as the knife. As she threw it onto the floor, the knife fell from the holster.
Faith gasped. "What the fuck?" She stared at the blade in shock.
 
Dawn grinned. "Recognize it?"
 
"That's mine!"
 
"Mine now."
 
"Where the hell did you get it?"
 
"The Sunnydale police force was kinda lax when I left. I figured I should take something to remember where I came from. Even if I didn't exist when it was used. I walked right in and took it. Nobody said a thing."
 
"Shit."
 
"Now, did you want to look at the shiny toy all night or do you want to play with something better?" Faith grinned and tore her gaze away from the knife to look at Dawn. "Somehow, Dawn, I don't thing that old thing is better then you."
 
   ----
 
When Faith woke up a few hours later, Dawn was gone along with the few things that had been there before. "Fuck!" She looked around the room for any sign that she might be coming back. There wasn't anything there, but a note on the desk by the bed.
 
    F,
    I had a great night, but I have to do. People to save, demons to kill. Maybe I won't 'make it' as a Slayer, but I sure as hell won't go down without doing some serous damage first. I learned from the best and have the knife to prove it. Thanks for making me feel real. See you around,
    D
"Fuck!" Faith swore again and went to crumple up the note when she saw something written on the back
    Giles: London, England
    Willow&Tara: Copenhagen, Denmark
    Cordelia&Wesley: New York City, USA
    Spike: Back with Dru. Again. We'll see how long that'll last.
 
Well, maybe it wasn't a total loss after all. she thought.
 "'See you around', huh? You better believe it, Dawnie."

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#348 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
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Hey everyone. I just wrote an (Uncanny) X-Men fic and I'm in need of a beta for spelling/grammer. It's femslash, but only PG raiting at the max and it's only about 500 words, I think.
 
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#343 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Sun Jul 20, 2008 10:58 pm
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Sorry about the off-topicness of this, but I'm searching for a Star Trek com badge for my Halloween costume this year (I'm going as Dax) and I can't find one that's not itsy-bitsy or twice the proper size. Can anyone help me?

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#338 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
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Does anyone know the episodes with references to Jolinar (the Tok'ra that took over Carter in 2.02)? I know of The Tok'ra (pt. 1/2) and Jolinar's Memories+The Devil You Know but I'm pretty sure there were others I can't recall. If anyone could help me out, that would be great.
 
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#337 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
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#335 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
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Just a quick question. Does anyone know the type of demon in the Buffy episode "Older & Far Away"?

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#334 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Tue Jan 22, 2008 4:05 pm
Subject: Fic: '-Un-Sub' (Criminal Minds) ... PG | JJ/Elle 		glitery_insa...
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Title:  UnSub
Author:  Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary:  She's gone, but she's there
Fandom:  Criminal Minds
Pairing:  JJ/Elle
Rating:  PG
Timeline/Spoilers:  Up to and including "Aftermath"
A/N:  This is a little, okay a lot, all over the place. It's intentional. When people
Beta:  None.
Disclaimer:  Not mine. I play with other people's toys.
 
 
*~*~*
 
 
Even after everything they've been through, it doesn't seem possible. She can't get her mind around it, even with all the statistics of how many people just snap in high-pressure jobs, particularly in law enforcement with the number of cops, prosecutors and <i>profilers</i> who take the law into their own hands when conventional means don't work. <i>*Thank you, Spencer.*</i> The idea of Elle killing that man so deliberately is just too much to comprehend. Besides, Hotch hasn't dismissed her, so it probably isn't true.
 
Just like all the unsubs who's families or significant others insisted a suspect is innocent as much to themselves as to the agents. <i>*Elle's not an unsub.*</i> The man she shot was a killer, no matter which was you look at it. They shouldn't have put her in such a vulnerable position so soon after what happened. They're profilers, for godssake! Hotch, Gideon, Reid... they should have been able to tell she wasn't past it yet. It's their <i>job</i> to read people but they couldn't tell one of their own wasn't 100%?
 
<i>*Breathe.*</i> She just doesn't understand how it could have gotten this bad without her seeing it. Elle still has dreams, but who wouldn't after what she went through? JJ still has nightmares about everything they see and it doesn't begin to compare to having a phyco shoot her, use her blood like paint on the walls and leave her for dead. Except... sometimes she feels like Elle blames her. God knows she blames herself. He <i>had</i> to have known about their relationship, given everything else he knew about them. And there's no way he chose the one person closest to JJ to hurt when she's the one who broke the damn 'rules' he set - which leads her to wonder just how much of their personal lives the FBI has on file, because he brain can't handle the concept of Elle killing an unarmed man, killer or not. And why haven't they been fired when it's very clear about the Fed's rules regarding team fraternization? Maybe Gideon convinced Hotch to cut them some slack. But how much leeway are they going to give her?
 
Elle's clearly worried about it too, although she'd never let it show. Instead, she's venting it onto paranoia about how close they can be in public, to the extent of sitting at the other end of the jet when they go on assignment. She's gotten to the point of arguing with every little thing JJ says so they can't even finish a meal together when the rest of the team's not around to mediate.
 
It hurts to see what the whole thing's doing to her girlfriend, their relationship and the team as a whole. It's pushing them apart and there's nothing she can do about it. They never go home together any more. With the amount of their interaction lately, they may as well be strangers.
 
Which, JJ knows with a horrible feeling she can't shake, is what they'll become if Elle leaves the BAU. Because the day she leaves work, it will probably be the last day they see each other.
 
Unless another case file, the one she's dreading but wouldn't be completely surprised to see, crosses her desk. She doesn't even want to know what she'll do then. Because it's just too horrible to comprehend.
 


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#333 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Tue Jan 22, 2008 3:48 pm
Subject: Fic: 'Confessions' (CSI; NY) ... PG | Aiden/Lindsey 		glitery_insa...
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Title: Confessions
Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary: A little soul bearing over coffee.
Fandom: CSI; New York
Pairing: Aiden/Lindsey, Lindsey & Hawkes friendship
Rating: PG
Timeline: Post 3.07 ("Murder Sings The Blues")
Spoilers: Heroes (2.23)
A/N: I'm not really (or at all) a Lindsey fan. But I like this idea.
A/N2: Thanks ever so much to Mindwalker78 for the help in placing the timeline.
Beta: Ha!
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.
 
 
*~*~*
 
 
"I know what it's like." Lindsey told him. "Knowing you have to take yourself off the case and not being able to make yourself do it." Her friend gave him a doubtful look.
 
"You? I have a hard time seeing that. Not that I don't believe you." Hawkes added hurriedly, seeing her wounded demeanour expression and realizing how hard it was for her to tell him this. "When was it? Back in Montana?" A sad smile graces her features as he leaned across the booth, eager for dirt. But even for all his enthusiasm, Lindsey knew he'd never tell anyone what she said. He might be a bit of a gossip, but he was a good friend. Her best in the city. She shook her head.
 
"About my sixth month in New York." She brushed her hair out of her face and paused for a second. "I met her in a bar after my first day." She watched for Sheldon's response when she used the feminine pronoun and was relieved when he didn't seem to think anything of it. "She could tell I'd had a rough day and that I was new in the city. As soon as she sat next to me, she ordered us both a drink, some local beer, without even asking me if it was okay." The blond laughed, remembering the way they'd met. "It was terrible, but I didn't care. When she asked what was wrong, I broke down and told her everything. I didn't tell her what I did or mention any names, just how horrible my first day in a new city at a new job was, but she had to know who I was." Lindsey knew Hawkes was trying to figure out what case she was talking about but she didn't tell him. Not to be a tease, but because now that she was going, she couldn't stop. "She never really told me what she did either. Just that she used to work in law enforcement and was 'freelancing' because she'd screwed up. I kind of figured she was an overzealous ex-cop who crossed a line. We went out about twice a week, when we could both get away from work. She knew where the best take-out places were and showed me around. She even helped pick out my apartment. I think I might have been in love. And then..." She choked. Her eyes were getting so misty she could barely make out the ex-coroner across from her when he took her hands in his.
 
"God Lindsey, I can't even imagine..."
 
"And then we got the case with the torched car and you did the facial reconstruction on her..." She didn't have to be able to see him to know he'd figured out who she was talking about. His grip tightened around her fingers, but she found it comforting. "I don't know why I pretended not to know her, I just knew I had to help catch the bastard who did that to her. And I couldn't believe I never made the connection between the 'A. Burns' I replaced and my girlfriend, Aiden Burns." There was silence at the booth as the conversation at the other tables kept it from becoming unbearable. Eventually, Hawkes let go of her hands and she pulled them into her lap as he drank his coffee and she stared at her now-cold drink.
 
"Wow. You and Aiden, huh?" He asked. Sheldon's voice was light despite the gravity of the conversation. "No wonder she wasn't interested in any of Danny's advances." Lindsey cracked a smile despite herself. "What was the point of this conversation again?"
 
"You didn't believe I knew how you felt."
 
"Hey! I believed--" He stopped when he saw that she was teasing him. Waving to their waitress to signify they'd like their check, Hawkes grinned. "There's no way that compares to me."
 
"No?"
 
"No way. But you could always make it up to me." Lindsey looked at him doubtfully.
 
"Yeah? How?"
 
"Stella's kinda cute." Laughing, she pelted a handful of sugar packets at him.
 
"Just for that, you're paying for the coffee."
 


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#332 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:52 pm
Subject: Fic: 'Suspended Bliss' (CSI) ... PG | Catharine/Sara 		glitery_insa...
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Title:  Suspended Bliss
Author:  Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary:  Within the eye of the storm
Fandom:  CSI
Pairing:  Catharine/Sara
Rating:  PG
Timeline:  Mid season 5.
Spoilers: 5.09 - Mea Culpa
A/N:  I just want to say ahead of time that I love Sofia. Okay?
Beta:  Un-uh.
Disclaimer:  Not mine. I play with other people's toys.
 
 
*~*~*
 
 
Breakfast isn't the same anymore. Nothing is. Change is like that. It can take something bad and fix it or it can warp something good and turn it upside-down so you don't know what to make of it. It can flip your whole life around, so unexpectedly that it still has your mind reeling two weeks later. But maybe it's for the best. Now they're on different shifts, no one can complain about their relationship affecting their work. Not that they'd ever let it but that wouldn't stop Ecklie from using it against them. Anything to get at Grissom. Which, ironically, is what put them in this position in the first place, watching the strawberries turn her waffle to mush while she waits for Catharine to meet her, already thirteen minutes late.
 
Mornings used to mean deep conversations over black coffee or joking around over confectionary breakfasts with no nutritional value before they discreetly waved goodbye, mindful of the fact that the diner was a popular place for CSIs just before or after a shift, before meeting back at Sara's place after Catharine saw Lindsey off to school. Now, they meet for a quick breakfast, even quicker when one of them is late, which always ends way too soon even if Catharine doesn't get paged early and Sara doesn't get held late, parting with a quick kiss and several backward glances from both of them as some of the more uptight old couples glairing as if their looks alone secure the two women their own place in hell. It's not perfect, but it's getting there.
 
There isn't the secrecy they used to have, that danger of being caught that pushed them to do stupid things like stealing a kiss in the locker room or sitting closer then necessary during meetings, all the while knowing that if they were caught, there'd be hell to pay and that knowledge only adding to the thrill. When they got really hard cases, the kind that would hit too close to home, they would end up taking it out on each other instead of just falling apart into the other woman's arms, the stress coming out in other inappropriate ways just to keep up the fiction that they weren't anything more then semi-rivalling coworkers working long hours with short fuses. But ever since Catharine's promotion, even though she's not around as much, they're _there_ for each other even more now. They can take their brakes together when they're shifts cross over, exchange little smiles across the lab and just hold one another if the job gets to be too much without worrying about on-lookers. Hodges will make snide comments and Ecklie'll go fuming into his office but no one else will say anything about it. Well, except Greg who has a field day teasing them because he knew about their relationship long before anyone else and is thrilled he's not the only one out of the closet anymore. Sofia's a little weird around them, but Sofia's a little weird in general so it's not really worth the effort of worrying about it. Besides, she's too occupied with her sudden 180' demotion to make trouble.
 
Nothing's them same anymore. Their brief romantic encounters at work are more sweet then exciting and her trace analysis don't even get acknowledged unless she threatens their own genetic mistake with bodily harm, but that's okay.
 
And when Catharine slides into the bench across from her and vents about her latest argument with Lindsey even as she steals a bite of her waffle, Sara knows without a doubt that she wouldn't trade what they have now for anything.

 


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#329 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Sun Oct 7, 2007 2:20 pm
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#328 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Fri Sep 28, 2007 11:47 am
Subject: Beautiful Dead Girl: New Layout. 		glitery_insa...
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A whole new layout.God knows the last one was hideous. I just hadn't gotten around to fixing it. I couldn't decide of what to do the layout on and then I thought; I love the New X-Men comics & I love Surge, so why not?


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#327 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Fri Sep 28, 2007 11:35 am
Subject: OT; X-Men Comic Giggles 		glitery_insa...
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This is just a random bit of cuteness from the new 'New X-Men' comic issue (#42) that came out last week. It's been going downhill since House of M, but I refuse to give up on it.
 
I've also added one from X-Factor issue # 21 because it's just so damn disturbing that it's funny.
 


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#326 From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Thu Sep 20, 2007 10:16 am
Subject: Fic: 'A Little Too Late' (Star Trek; Voyager) ... PG | Janeway/Torres 		glitery_insa...
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Title: A Little Too Late
Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary: Unwelcome memories, belated words and insane computers
Fandom: Star Trek; Voyager
Pairing: Janeway/Torres
Rating: PG
Timeline: Missing scene in the Voyager novel "Section 31 - 'Shadow'"
A/N: To all the wonderful girls and boys at P&P.
Beta: None. What a surprise.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.
 
 
*~*~*
 
 
"I should be the one doing this. I'm the most qualified and it's my fault this whole thing going on." Torres began removing the protective material from her hands as she scowled at the captain. "And why are you taking Seven again?"
 
"We've already been through this Lieutenant." Janeway replied formally, unwilling to go into the argument all over again. She couldn't keep doing this. "The decision is final." As with before, she made sure her voice emphasized that her mind had been made up.
 
"And what happens if you're wrong and the ship kills both of you the moment Seven steps off the escape pod?" Then again, it hadn't worked the first time, either. She held out her hand and her engineer grudgingly handed the gloves over, making it clear she disliked having to do it. But she still sat down against a huge console to remove her boots. The expression on her face reminded Kathryn so much of so many similar situations a few years ago after late nights when she'd have to plead with B'Elanna to go home with her to get a few hours sleep with Torres always arguing there was too much to do. Back when they were Kathryn and B'Elanna, not 'Captain' and 'Lieutenant'. Only a few years ago.
 
She held her gaze steady, though, not looking away. If she wanted to take Voyager back her self, it's her prerogative as Captain. After a minute, B'Elanna looked away, going back to the task of removing her suit. She was almost done when she spoke again, resigned this time, sounding like she didn't think the plan would work.
 
"You know, if anything goes wrong, if something happens and Voyager figures out what you're trying to do, we're all doomed." B'Elanna didn't have the usual intensity behind her words and her voice lacked the emphasis which always had her sounding like she was challenging everything. That, more then anything, made Janeway bristle. Torres was not going to give up on her now.
 
"It's good to know you have such faith in me." Torres glared at her and the fire came back into her eyes.
 
"You know damn well that's not what I meant. But Luke was one of the best at what she did. And I don't think Seven's arrogance and convictions that she's invincible are going to protect you from an insane ship!"
 
Still feeling slightly bitter from the earlier comments and unwanted memories, Janeway gave Torres a hard look.
 
"Is that what this is about? Because I chose Seven to go with me on this mission instead of you?"
 
"Do you have that little faith in me?" B'Elanna stopped what she was doing one leg out of the space suit and looked at the Captain is shock like she couldn't believe the question. Too late Janeway realized she couldn't have been more wrong.
 
*Do we really not know each other anymore?* She cringed and finally looked away. For a long stretch of science, she watched the Emperor try to convince anyone to listen to him as B'Elanna finished and handed the enviro-suit to her Captain, not meeting her eyes.
 
"'Lanna..." The nickname rolled off her tongue before she could catch herself, but the Chief Engineer didn't do anymore then give her a sad look and leans against the tank behind her. "I'm sorry." The far away look in the other woman's eyes made Kathryn want to cry. She looks around for anything else to focus on and the irony that her gaze falls on Tom isn't lost on her as B'Elanna replies,
 
"So am I."
 


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*while cleaning out Daniel's appartment*
Carter: What are they going to do with all this stuff?
O'Neill: Maybe give it to a museum... or start one.

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