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Title: Geekbaiting

Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)

Summary: Less dangerous then her job, more skill required then basketball

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ/Garcia

Rating: PG

Timeline: Around the end of season one

A/N: There is no excuse for this. But I love AJ Cook and Garcia is just so damn cute, you know?

Beta: None. All errors are mine.

Disclaimer: The show, however, is not mine. I play with other people's toys.

*~*~*

JJ watches through the window in the door as Garcia fluffs her ridiculous pigtails while checking her reflection in the main computer screen and drinks all most all of the coffee in her paper cup, leaving just enough to make the computer wiz antsy. Elle might be convinced that there's nothing better then trying to provoke their unsub into confessing, but she's always preferred what Derek calls Geek-baiting. It's less dangerous and so much more fun watching Garcia blush or babble then having some pervert try to kill her or smell her hair.

It's nice that everyone else has the week off because she can flirt all she wants with their techno-geek without having to worry about a room full of profilers picking up on it. She checks her watch before pushing the door open and startling Penelope as she quickly smothers a grin.

"Hey."

"What? Oh, hi."

JJ's careful to set her cup just the right of the center of the desk, so it's _just_ closer to the main computer then their techno-girl would like. "No."

"It's not going to spill." She knows she's got it down to an art when Penelope makes a grab for the coffee and JJ manages to rescue it just in time, holding it out of the other woman's reach. "I'll be careful." Garcia eyes her and the disposable mug like she expects it to jump out of her hand on it's own accord.

"Do you have any idea how much my equipment is worth?"

"Yes."

"If anything explodes and we all die, you're the one that's going to get fired."

"Okay."

"I'm not going to risk my job because of your caffeine habit."

"It's a deal." She keeps her voice calm, but wants to laugh. Garcia looks so serious, like she's just signed her own death sentence. JJ waits until she's gone back to her speed-typing before she replaces the flimsy cup back on the desk, smiling as the shorter woman glances at it nervously every few minutes. But it's a tentative victory and she doesn't touch it again as she leans against the wall for the next hour or so until her beeper goes off.

And as soon as her hand's on the doorknob, she sees the lightning-fast reflexes snatch up the coffee cup and drop it into the waste basket before JJ can protest, giving the point to Penelope this time. But the team has all week off and there's always tomorrow.

Pixie Child

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#320

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Sun Aug 12, 2007 6:36 pm
Subject: Fic: 'Being You' (Fingerprints) ... PG | Mandy/Rae, Anthony/Rae

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Title: Being You

Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)

Summary: The first time, it was an accident

Fandom: Fingerprints (books by Melinda Metz)

Pairing: Mandy/Rae, Anthony/Rae

Rating: PG

Timeline: After 'Payback' (#7)

A/N: I've always wanted to write a Yana/Rae fic, but I haven�t quite managed it. But this is still from the same fandom, so I'm hoping it's a step in the right direction.

Beta: N/A

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

*~*~*

The first time it happened, she'd been searching Emma's room for things for Rae to touch. Why she was even going through her sister's dresser when Em was so anal about where things went, she doesn't even know. The moment her finger touched the t-shirt, she was in a dark room with Zeak-skanko-phile slobbering in her mouth and feeling how much Emma was... enjoying it. As soon as it was over, once her death grip on the flimsy material was lessened, Mandy felt like spewing her lunch on the floor.

.../...|...\...

Once they found Yana and Sam was in the hospital, Anthony dropped her off at home and it wasn't until later that she remembered she still had his sweater on.

And then she was in the front seat of his car, kissing Rae. Heavy, like in those movies she 'borrows' from the box under Emma's bed. Her lips were soft and it was so different from Zeak and Emma. This time when she dropped the clothing, she sank to the floor, her eyes taking a minute to focus. Kissing Rae... was something that felt so right, even though it was really Anthony she was kissing back. It wasn't anything like when Emma's ex-(thank god)-sicko pushed his slimy tongue into her mouth or ever the funny feeling in her chest, half worried/half guilty, when Jessie tried to hold her hand and she pulled it back.

Mandy was tempted to take the sweatshirt back into her hands but she didn't. They were entitled to their privacy and it was like Rae always says, it isn't cool to poke around inside someone's head, even if they don't know about it. So instead, she kicked it upstairs and into the far corner of her closet and she took a nap while she waited for Emma to get home.

.../...|...\...

A week later she remembered it was there, and she told herself it was okay, as long as she didn't do it ever again after this one more time. For all she knew, Anthony could be babysitting his brothers and sisters or hanging out with Jessie. It wasn't like it was likely that he'd be spending Friday night with his girlfriend or anything. So she hugged it to her chest and she was Anthony kissing Rae like it was all they did, because how else could they get so good at it? And her (she wished) tongue slipped out and over Rae's lips, and something lower was starting to feel like...

Mandy dropped Anthony's sweater and gasped as she giggled nervously. That was new. Her heart was thudding hard and Mandy prayed that there was no was for him to know what she'd done.

"Mandy! Lights out!" She guiltily shoved it under her bed, not touching it long enough to make the connection and scrambled into bed.

"Okay Dad!"

As she lay there, staring at the sty on her floor in the dark, her fingers itched to grab the shirt again and she wondered if this was how addictions started.

Pixie Child

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#319

From: Sami <gingerbreadcoffin714@...>
Date: Wed Aug 8, 2007 8:03 pm
Subject: Re: OT; HEX question

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No, but I think that the BBC (I love their website) has the episode guide on their Hex page. Sorry, darling.

Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...> wrote:

You don't happen to know the name of the episode just before they break Ella out of the hospital, do you? *crosses fingers*

Sami <gingerbreadcoffin714@...> wrote:

She is supposed to only be around 500, but there is this weird canon continuity error that has her fighting Azaeal in ancient Egypt though that could be explained by using that necklace thing. She has said that she is around 500 so thats what I take it to be. I figured that the inquisition was in the 1700s.

Sami

Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@yahoo.ca> wrote:

Okay, I'm working on a Cassie/Thelma fic and I need information on Ella. Anyone know how old she is? I don't need an exact date, but approximately, like 500 years or 1000. Also, when she was reliving Azazeal's inquisition of her, how long ago was that supposed to be?

Thanks!

~ Pixie Child ~
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#318

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Wed Aug 8, 2007 1:16 pm
Subject: Fic: 'You See Me' (AtS/BtVS) ... PG | Dawn/Gwen

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Title: You See Me
Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary: 'Nobody but you'
Fandom: AtS/BtVS
Pairing: Dawn/Gwen
Rating: PG
Timeline: Sometime after the end of BtVS
A/N: I was tripping on faulty sleeping pills when I wrote this. It's a bit bizarre.
Beta: No.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

*~*~*

She gets her. There's actually someone in this screwed up world that understands Dawn and doesn't think she's a freak. Or maybe 'Freak' is a relative term, but whatever. She thinks the squeals and exaggerated attitude are 'cute' and seems to enjoy showing her how to take her klepto-love to a whole new level as much as Dawn does. When they go out they have fun because they don't have to pretend that they don't know what really goes 'bump-shriek-poof' in the night. Even if one of the homeless headcases bothers her, Gwen just flips them off and they head back to their apartment in the center of Rome.

The gloves are new, although apparently, they're old. LISA burnt out more then a year ago during a more... venerable moment but for some reason not even Giles can figure out, the electricity doesn't do much to a key formed human girl. Well, nothing bad.

Dawn never thought when the Counsel paid for her to go to college she's be using her education to break into museums and art galleries for fun and chances are they didn't either. But they haven't been caught yet so she's not complaining.

Xander's stopped coming around since she move into Gwen's place, but she doesn't mind much. All her ever did was mope and feel guilty about having a good time since Anya died. Willow, Giles and Faith still contact her from time to time but ever since the Immortal turned Buffy and Dawn took her down, it's been weird. Because even though they never came out and said it, they blame Dawn for being able to see past her sister's body and do the job that they couldn't. Kennedy's another story all together because she seems to love Gwen which makes her feel a little funny, like she's the visitor, when the Slayer's shooting her girlfriend these looks across the room when she's there. Not that anything's going to happen, but it still makes her nervous. Which Gwen also finds cute and Dawn hasn't decided if she should be offended or not. Bt every now and then Kennedy gives Dawn the same looks so she isn't really worried.

The string of Egyptian gems in her pocket feel smooth in their gold setting when she fingers them for the eighth time in the past ten minutes and she grins as the two of them slide into a booth in a quaint if slightly grungy diner a few miles from the new museum. Her hand catches Dawn's across the table, her gloves off and a slight shock runs through her body, making her heart beat just a little faster then it already was from the adrenaline rush. It feels great, the electricity and lust churning through her entire being, and she lets out a high giggle. The kind that used to embarrass her but her girlfriend loves.

Gwen gets her. And that's the best feeling in the world.

~

Pixie Child

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#317

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Wed Aug 8, 2007 1:06 pm
Subject: Re: OT; HEX question

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You don't happen to know the name of the episode just before they break Ella out of the hospital, do you? *crosses fingers*

Sami <gingerbreadcoffin714@...> wrote:

She is supposed to only be around 500, but there is this weird canon continuity error that has her fighting Azaeal in ancient Egypt though that could be explained by using that necklace thing. She has said that she is around 500 so thats what I take it to be. I figured that the inquisition was in the 1700s.

Sami

Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@yahoo.ca> wrote:

Okay, I'm working on a Cassie/Thelma fic and I need information on Ella. Anyone know how old she is? I don't need an exact date, but approximately, like 500 years or 1000. Also, when she was reliving Azazeal's inquisition of her, how long ago was that supposed to be?

Thanks!

~ Pixie Child ~
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#316

From: Sami <gingerbreadcoffin714@...>
Date: Thu Aug 2, 2007 7:31 pm
Subject: Re: OT; HEX question

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She is supposed to only be around 500, but there is this weird canon continuity error that has her fighting Azaeal in ancient Egypt though that could be explained by using that necklace thing. She has said that she is around 500 so thats what I take it to be. I figured that the inquisition was in the 1700s.

Sami

Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...> wrote:

Okay, I'm working on a Cassie/Thelma fic and I need information on Ella. Anyone know how old she is? I don't need an exact date, but approximately, like 500 years or 1000. Also, when she was reliving Azazeal's inquisition of her, how long ago was that supposed to be?

Thanks!

~ Pixie Child ~
Beautiful Dead Girl

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#315

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Thu Aug 2, 2007 3:23 pm
Subject: Fic: 'Sick' (X-Men Evolution) ... PG | Rogue/Risty

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Title: Sick
Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary: She didn't know. Rogue should have seen it. But she didn't know.
Fandom: X-Men Evolution
Pairing: Rogue/Risty
Rating: PG
Timeline: Season 2
A/N: I had all sorts of visions of Rogue/Risty dancing in my head before I found out Risty... Well, if you don't know, you will after reading this.

A/N2: A friend pointed out to me that this could be concidered as insest, but I really don't think so because it's on-sided and Rogue had no idea. But if it still offends anyone, I'm sorry.
Beta: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

*~*~*

How could she not have known? She was her best friend... and that alone should have given it away. Why would anyone want to be friends wait a freak like her without some hidden reason? She's not like Jean, who everyone falls all over themselves trying to impress her or even Kitty who has that adorable smile and endearing shyness that makes everyone protective of her. She's the bitter, harsh freak who everyone's scared of, even people who don't know about of her mutation. Was she so pathetic that any little but of affection made her stupid? How could she have developed a crush on...

There's pity in her friend's eyes as she pulls away from Rogue and that just cuts her deeper. Pity, not empathy or sympathy, but poor-little-girl pity. Because she's the world's own joke and the one person she opens up to and falls for turns out to be so wrong she just wants to die.

Why didn't the professor tell her? She knew he knew how she felt from those knowing smiles her gave her anytime she talked about Risty, and it was his way of saying he didn't disapprove. And he met her more then once so how couldn't he have known that Risty... wasn't? Why didn't he tell her who she was? Did he really think it would be better for her if she didn't know who it was that she was falling in love with?

Well now she knows. Now, she knows everything. Who Risty really is, how gullible she is to have been so blind, how desperate she must have been not to have seen what was right in front of her. No one who didn't already know would have been as cool with Wolverine as she was that afternoon. Right there should have clued her in. If she wasn't so blind, so completely stupid, it would have.

Her best friend, her first love, her only friend outside the institute... was all a lie. It was all just another slap in the face, more proof that she's the world's, no, the universe's personal idiot. Another lie, delusion of a sign of normalcy, like she had any right to a relationship or even a friendship. Another sign that she's always going to be alone.

Risty's really Mystique. She really should have seen it. She's all alone again and she really doesn't want to figure out what new level of twisted she's sunk to; being in love with Risty when Risty's really Mystique and Mystique's her mother.

She didn't know. God, why didn't she know?

Pixie Child

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#314

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Thu Aug 2, 2007 1:30 pm
Subject: OT; HEX question

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Okay, I'm working on a Cassie/Thelma fic and I need information on Ella. Anyone know how old she is? I don't need an exact date, but approximately, like 500 years or 1000. Also, when she was reliving Azazeal's inquisition of her, how long ago was that supposed to be?

Thanks!

Pixie Child

~
Beautiful Dead Girl

Jack McCoy: Let 'em marry. Why shouldn't they be as miserable as the rest of us?

#313

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Mon Jul 30, 2007 12:14 pm
Subject: Fic: 'Understanding' (Andromeda) ... PG | Dylan/Harper

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Title: Understanding
Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary: The value of a dream
Fandom: Andromeda
Pairing: Dylan/Harper
Rating: PG
Timeline: 3.02 - "The Shards Of Rimni"
A/N: m/m slash is so not my thing, but I think the concept of Dylan/Harper is just too adorable to ignore and I wrote this a little more then a year ago when I should have been working on a lame science project, I think.

A/N2: Not claiming this in anywhere near my best work, but it's old and I do kind of like it.
Beta: Nope. All mistakes are to be blamed on me.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

*~*~*

"No way pal. You want a piece of him, you've gotta get through me first." Where that came from, he has no idea. With Harper, courage and suicide can have a very fine line between them. Even more so then healthy attraction and sexual harassment. He knew he surprised Dylan, but sure as hell no more then he surprised himself. What was he thinking, jumping in between Captain Terrific and a lunatic bent on reviving a myth about a shattered vase? Although he's pretty proud of how he handled himself, even if Dylan did end up having to save him.

Even so, he fells funny taking the little badge from Dylan. It seems to mean so much to his captain though, so he accepts it without mocking him or joking. "Does this mean I can order Rommie around?" Much. He can't help himself, the jokes keep it from becoming too serious which usually lead to him saying something even dumber. Like blurting out how much the gesture of choosing him for the mission meant, which he already did or how receiving the metal meant a lot to him because he could tell how much it meant to Dylan to give it to him. Thankfully, his question doesn't manage to spoil the moment, Harper notices, as Dylan cracks a smile.

"You can try." Had it been Beka, Tyr, Rommie or even Trance, they would have rolled their eyes and told him to get lost. They'd have been mad or at least disappointed that he couldn't stay serious and keep quiet for more then a minute. But Dylan just gives that crooked, sexy half-smile half-smirk and jokes back. And he doesn't leave the room feeling like a jerk.

.../...|...\...

"Did I say it was worthless? No. It's priceless."

Had anyone else said that, it would have been a joke. But there was something in Dylan's voice that had him envying the captain's romanticisms rather then laughing at them. Maybe he's spent too much time on this ship and his grasp on reality is slipping, but it's just as possible that Dylan's simply given him something to believe in aside from himself and he's finally coming to terms with it. For that, he has Harper's respect. Real respect, not fear or need, but something that wouldn't go away even if everything that they've been building in the last two years came falling down around them.

Seamus Zelazney Harper's never had any feelings towards another guy before, aside from hare, fear or jealousy, but now there's Dylan. Dylan, who's given them all some belief that the universe isn't just out to screw them. Well, most of the female population and half the men seem to be out to screw Dylan, but in a totally different way. Not that he thinks of Dylan that way. He's never had any inclination that he'd want that. Except...

Dylan's been a lot of firsts. Maybe this is another one.

Harper removes the pin and sits on the edge of his bed. It's cool, the light reflecting off the back of it as he turns it over in his hand. Then the exhaustion finally hits and he flops onto his back.

This, whatever it is, can not end well. But he's got hope. And that's something he hasn't had since both his parents were alive.

Pixie Child

~
Beautiful Dead Girl

Ford: Anyone else call shot gun?
Sheppard: Just gonna drive around the planet check it out.
Ford: Oh you're just checking out the planet... oh never mind then that's cool I mean, I've got better things to be doing than cruising around the planet in a space ship.
Sheppard: You're like a kid you know that?
Ford: Yes sir.

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#312

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Sat Jul 21, 2007 9:34 pm
Subject: Fic: 'Temptation' (Stargate SG1) ... PG - Sam/Hathor

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Title: Temptation
Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary: She's cracking up. It's the only explanation.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam/Hathor
Rating: PG
Timeline: 2.22 "Out Of Mind"
A/N: They�re no justification for this except it was really late at night and I was watching my SG1 DVDs.
Beta: No. Sorry.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

*~*~*

Oh god. Not Hathor. The universe really does have a sick sense of humour. The way she used Daniel, how she tried to seduce her a year ago... and now she's back. The Colonel's the only one of the three of them who she hasn't tried to do it with. *Don't remember. These things in out heads, I can't relive that.*

"Try Roswell. A little place in New Mexico." Colonel O'Neill's sarcasm is a lifeline to pull Carter out of having her brain zapped by the microchip in her head, the Goa'uld version of a memory-recall device. Except, oh god, she's heading for Sam next, the G.D.O. lightly trailing just above her throat in an attempt to be sensual of all things. And the worst part is, it's kind of working.

"What is the sequence of numbers necessary to open the barricade protecting your Stargate?" *No.* She won't break down here. She won't cry in front of the Colonel and Daniel. She never told them what that... thing did to her, how she tried to force herself onto her when seduction didn't work before she went to Janet, and they're not going to find out now. She won't let her win.

Carter bites the inside of her cheek and she can't stop herself from watching her out of the corner of her eye.

"If you will not give us the information we desire, we do have another means of retrieving it." Her voice has taken on the Goa'uld tone, kind of like if she was talking into an empty tin can, but even that doesn't quite work. What is this hold Hathor has over her that she doesn't even seem to have on Daniel? "An opportunity has presented itself. At a most... fortunate time." Somehow, Daniel's stepped in front of Sam and all she can think is 'They cut his hair'. *Is this what it's like to loose your mind?* Janet always said it was a possibility with the stress they were under.

Hathor pulls a symbiont out of her Jaffa's stomach and holds it up towards her, Jack and Daniel.

"Our friend here is ready for a host." The Goa'uld looks so smug and is all Carter can do not to remember how she acted when they were alone, back in the real SGC, so sure Sam would accept the privilege of becoming her bitch, and the embarrassment and shame of having been tempted. But the Egyptian goddess doesn't even have the pheromones this time for her to blame it on. "Tell us. Which one of you... shall it be?"

*Oh god, oh god, oh god...*

Pixie Child

~
Beautiful Dead Girl

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#311

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Wed Jul 11, 2007 7:22 pm
Subject: Fic: 'Schoolgirl Crush' (Star Trek; Enterprise) ... PG - Hoshi/Trip

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Title: Schoolgirl Crush
Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary: "I hear we're married."
Fandom: Star Trek; Enterprise
Pairing: Hoshi/Trip
Rating: PG
Timeline: 1.18 � "Acquisition"
A/N: I�m not usually a Trip/Hoshi �shipper, but this just wouldn�t leave me alone and I do think they�re kind of cute.
Beta: No.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

*~*~*

She'd be lying if she said she'd never thought about him like that, but it was never a serious thought. More like passing flickers about how cute he was when he got worked up or how his accent could make her feel like a teenager with a crush on the popular boy. Nothing Hoshi'd ever really considered, but maybe that was because of the rumours about him and Reed. Maybe she does have a chance though. So when she finds him eating alone in the mess hall, she joins him.

"How're you doing?"

"I'm fine. You were the one unconscious and about to be sold into slavery. �His concern is entirely endearing and she blushes. *Forget high school. It's more like grade six and on the playground.*

"I hear we're married." Trip chokes on his food and for an instant, Hoshi wonders if she could call sickbay.

"What?" He manages to gasp after a moment. She feels her mouth quirk at how embarrassed he looks.

"The Captain told me that, apparently, we're married. Actually, I think it was his less then tactful way of trying to find out if we're seeing each other." Trip grins widely at her words.

"He's not the most subtle person in the galaxy."

"No, he's not." The engineer goes back to eating his food and Hoshi begins to eat as well, unsure how to continue the conversation without being as obvious as Captain Archer was with her.

"They're playin' a new movie tomorrow night." Trip jerks her out of her thoughts and back to the present.

"What is it?"

"Not sure. It's supposed to be an old one, but they won't say what."

"Oh." The Communications officer pushes her food around her tray and can't decide if the silence is comfortable or not.

"You goin'?" There's something in his voice, a note of hopefulness that makes her heart jump into her throat. She looks up to see his eyes darting around, looking anywhere but at her.

"Maybe. I guess." She doesn't mention that Phlox was going to work with her on her Denobulan. What with having three wives, he'll understand.

"Yeah?" She spears some unknown vegetable and tries it, surprised that it tastes similar to ginger, only slightly stronger. Hoshi grabs her glass and drinks half of it before she breathes, coughing.

"Mm-hmm." Trip smirks as she glairs at him. It was difficult not to find him quite so adorable at that moment.

"Did you want to try it?"

"Ah, no. No thanks." She grins as he squirms.

"I didn't think so."

"Ensign Sato." Hoshi twists around to see T'Pol behind her. "I require you assistance."

"Oh." She looks at Trip but he just shakes his head as if to say they're done. "Okay." The linguist gets up and follows the other woman. Halfway out she hears his Southern drawl call out;

"So I'll see you tomorrow night then?" She can feel her entire face light up.

"I guess you will."

Once she catches up with T'Pol, she's finally decided how to categorize it. *Teenager. Definitely. Six-graders shouldn�t feel like this.*

Pixie Child

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#310

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Tue Jul 10, 2007 4:46 pm
Subject: Fic: 'Reckless' (Star Trek;DS9) ... PG-13 | Jadzia/Kira

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Title: Reckless
Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary: Some things can get you killed, others you just wish would.
Fandom: Star Trek; Deep Space Nine
Pairing: Jadzia/Kira
Rating: PG-13
Timeline:Just after 2.19 "Blood Oath"
A/N: I'm a Dax/Kira diehard fan, and I got mad at Kira too at first. Then I started to agree with her. This is the result.
Beta: No. All mistakes credit me.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

*~*~*

"I can't believe you told Benjamin!"

"And I can't believe you went anyways! What's gotten into you, Jadzia? Why did you have that insane need to go off and try to kill someone you've never even met?" Kira's voice was harsh, angry, even more so then her girlfriend's if it was possible. Days of repressed worry and panic finally venting. A few years earlier, she would have joined a raiding party and taken out a Cardassian camp, but that kind of thinking wasn't going to help Bajor and it would have made her the worst kind of hypocrite. So instead, she yelled and tried not to cry with relief. "What were you thinking?" Jadzia met her gaze, but she'd be damned if it wasn't Curzon Dax who spoke next.

"You wouldn't understand. You couldn't." The former terrorist let out a strangled cry, torn between screaming in frustration or smacking the woman in front of her.

"I wouldn't understand what? Why you had to go on a suicidal mission with those drunk Klingons with a death wish to satisfy some blood oath? You're damn right I don't understand."

"No. I meant loyalty. You obviously wouldn't understand what it means to be willing to risk your life for someone because you care." Kira was incredulous. She just stared at Dax for a full minute before she could manage to speak.

"Who the hell do you think you are? The great Dax, the only person to ever truly understand what it means to owe somebody, to care about something more then your own life? I spent my entire life--"

"I've read your files. It's not the same thing and you know it."

"Read the files closer, Lieutenant. You have no idea what I had to do in the resistance. I did things I'm not proud of, things that make me wake up in the middle of the night. Some of my targets had names, faces. Some of them I had to understand to the point of them becoming my entire focus. But you're right about one thing. I never let it get personal. Because personal gets messy and messy can get you killed."

"So that's why you're so distant? Why you won't let me touch you unless we're alone? My god, Julian was right. You really are an Ice Queen." The moment the words left her mouth, the fury left Jadzia's face. Nerys stood frozen, her features still, barely breathing.

"Well at least I know where we stand." Kira choked, hating the way her voice cracked. Stiffly, she turned towards the door, only pausing when she reached the threshold and she heard Jadzia's soft voice break the silence.

"God, I didn't mean that." As she breathed through her mouth, the Bajoran woman tried to get control of her emotions before answering.

"Yes, you did. But I do care about you." Her voice was completely raw as it wavered, but she forced out the rest out because she knew she'd never get another chance. "Ironically, that's why I told the Commander. I didn't want to loose you."

But it didn't matter what was whose fault. She'd just lost the best thing in her life to a 'blood oath' taken before either of them were born.

If only things hadn't gotten messy. If only she'd stayed detached. If only this mess could cost her her life, because it would hurt a lot less.

Pixie Child

~
Beautiful Dead Girl

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#309

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Tue Jul 10, 2007 1:25 pm
Subject: Fic: 'Lost Girls' (AtS/BtVS) ... PG - Dawn & Dana

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Title: Lost Girls
Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary: She visits Dana every day.
Fandom: AtS/BtVS
Pairing: Dawn & Dana friendship
Rating: PG
Timeline: Some time post 'Damaged'
A/N: Some time after the Angel episode �Damaged�
Beta: Nu-uh.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

*~*~*

Dawn visits her every day. They don't do much, mostly they just sit on opposite ends of Dana's bed and watch each other. Dawn wonders what she sees when the crazy girl can spend a whole hour just staring but it doesn't make self-conscious or anything. Curious, but not like a freak. When Dana's having a bad day she sings campfire songs about friendship that Riley taught her, and it seems to calm her down. Andrew visits with her sometimes, but not very often and not for very long. No matter how tough he'd like to come off, a delusional girl with superpowers who's kicked his ass freaks him out.

When they first brought her to England, Dawn was visiting Giles and was there when they strapped her down to the bed while she was too drugged to fight back. She watched as they made sure the restraints were secure, standing in the far corner of the room, trying to be invisible so no one would make her leave. But the moment Dana caught sight Dawn, she was gasping and trying to reach her, despite the beige belt-like ties holding her down. One of the Council operatives ushered her out, asking her to keep out of the way because the new girl was a 'dangerous, psychotic killer' in the same way people used to talk about Faith, which made her sad. So she went back the next day, watching her through the one-way mirror, complaining to Giles every chance she got about how they kept her like an animal when Dawn knew she wasn't going to hurt anyone. She refused to go back to Rome until she was allowed to visit her and after a week of having a teenager hanging around his house, reading the same books he used to hide from Willow and talking about nothing until he'd say something about his brain going to much the same way her sister did back when he was a librarian, he broke and told the Counsel to let her in. At first she thought she'd been wrong, because the moment she went inside, Dana started thrashing around, but as soon as Dawn whispered "Hi" the Slayer calmed down and just stared at her, reminding Dawn of Tara back when her brain got sucked. The next day she went home and was surprised when Andrew called to say that she wasn't being restrained anymore and kept asking for "the pretty girl".

When she graduated in the summer she told Buffy she was moving to England so she could go to Oxford and train to be a watcher. She didn't have much to move because most of her stuff sunk into the pit along with the rest of the town back in Sunnydale. And saying goodbye to her sister wasn't as hard as she thought it would be with her new vampire boyfriend whose creeper then Angel and Spike combined. Living in England with at least twenty different Slayers at a time was far more normal then it should have been.

About a month before she asked if she could stay with the Council, they'd given Dana a room of her own. Granted, they kept it locked, but she wasn't tied down anymore. Dawn choose the room two doors down, next to Rona, so she can hear when Dana's having a nightmare and go to help her calm down. The new Slayers make it kind of obvious that they think she's got some kind of freaky fetish involving tied-up crazy girls who think she's something holy, but it doesn't really matter because when she's with Dana she actually feels useful and not the dumb little kid who no one really wants around.

Andrew closes the door and locks it behind him, as Dawn takes her friend's hand in her own and smiles when Dana reacts by looking up, beaming. It's going to be a good day today and that means they'll be able to go outside, which Dana loves. That makes everything she's been through totally worth it.

Pixie Child

~
Beautiful Dead Girl

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#308

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Mon Jul 9, 2007 11:25 pm
Subject: Fic: 'Angels Would Fall' (CSI) ... PG - Catherine/Sara

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Title: Angels Would Fall
Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary: 'I'll be just a very good friend.'
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Rating: PG
Timeline: 3.15 - Lady Heather's Box
A/N: Inspiration provided Melissa Ethridge song by the same title.

A/N2: Yes, there is jumping perspective between second person [you] (past), third person [she] (past) and first person [I] (present) but all from Sara's point of view. Confusing? Sorry.
Beta: Nada. As in none.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

*~*~*

You knew she'd need a friend that morning. It didn't matter how she treated you earlier, what did matter was Catherine was hurting and she needed a friend. When Lindsey called, you were sitting by the phone, trying to decide if you should go over and if you did, if you should call first to make sure she didn't slam the door in your face. But Lindsey's sad, lost voice made your decision for you and you were pulling into Cath's driveway before you thought about what you were doing. You saw Grissom's car in the street and you considered asking him just what the hell he was doing when his friend was bound to be inside crying her heart out. But Catherine came first and you walked in without knocking, surprised it wasn't locked.

*Lindsey probably unlocked it.*

Soft sobs came from the master bedroom and you followed them, standing in the doorframe. Catherine was on her side, facing away from the door frame with her daughter hugging her. It was such an intimate, surreal moment you didn't want to intrude, so you just stood there, not making a sound.

   .../...|...\...

Eventually, Lindsey looked over and gave a small smile when she saw Sara. Getting up, she kissed her mom on the head and left, leaving her alone with Catherine. Slowly, the blonde raised her head and looked at Sara, blinking, obviously unsure if the woman she'd screamed at earlier was actually there.

"Hey." Her features hardened and she sat up, suddenly angry.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was harsh but it didn't have the usual punch that can make you feel like an idiot, probably because of the slight sob that escapes her. Sara just shrugged and stared at the wall behind her.

"I thought you might need a friend."

"I don't need you." The distain behind her words was thick and the younger CSI tried not to let Catherine how much she hurt her with those four words.

"It looks like I'm the only one here." Her reply was a little too light, but it had to be better then pity.

"Gil's outside." Catherine's voice came out flat, monotone.

"You knew about that?"

"He's always outside after an incident with Eddie." She cracked a smile. "It would be creepy if he didn't mean so well. It's his way of saying he's there for me without actually saying it." She immediately sobered, as if she remembered who she was talking to. She was always so ridged around Sara and because she couldn't get the girl responsible for Eddie's death it was even worse then before. "Lindsey called you, didn't she?" She wasn't sure if the truth was more or less likely to piss her off so the brunette tilted her head sideways and let her draw her own conclusions. "She shouldn't have done that." Catherine closed her eyes and leaned back, resting her head against the headboard.

"I was going to come over anyway. I didn't know about Grissom and..." *And what? I love you too much to abandon you even though you hate me? That'll go over well.*

"I didn't mean it." Her voice was soft and probably the closest thing to an apology anyone is likely to get from Catherine Willows. But Sara raised an eyebrow anyways. Catherine actually looked embarrassed. "Okay, I did mean it, but it wasn't true. It's just Eddie..." She gave another sob and hugged her knees to her chest. "God, do you believe this?"

The younger woman went to the bed and tentatively sat down next to her. Then she hugged her as Catherine fell apart, sobbing and gasping as she tried to breathe.

   .../...|...\...

"I'm sorry." It surprises me when she says it. Not just because I thought she was asleep but also because I never expected her to say that to me of all people. Suddenly, she looks beautiful. Rumpled from crying and all of her defences down. It takes all of my control not to lean in and kiss her.

"It's alright." I have to get out of here before I do something stupid. "I'm over it." Another moment and I'm going to do something that gets me on Robbins's table.

"She shouldn't have called you. It wasn't playing fair." I untangle myself from her and stop myself short of smoothing her hair down.

"It's fine." Backing towards the door, I hesitate long enough to give her one last reassurance. "I'm okay with it. Eddie meant something to you and you couldn't do anything about it."

As I make my way out the room, I hear her call after me.

"And if you tell anyone about this, they'll never find your body. I know places in Vegas that even Grissom doesn't about!"

Pixie Child

~
Beautiful Dead Girl

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#307

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Mon Jul 9, 2007 11:18 pm
Subject: Fic: 'Familiar Traits' (Andromeda) ... PG-13 - Beka

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Title: Familiar Traits
Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary: She's her father's daughter
Fandom: Andromeda
Character: Beka
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: 1.21 - It Makes A Lovely Light
A/N: I love Beka. In almost all things, she can do no wrong. And her flash addiction was not her fault.
Beta: Nope.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

*~*~*

She's so much her father's daughter. The unwelcome realization hits as she experiences a pain she never could have imagined from her flash withdrawal. She's become the one thing she spent her whole life swearing she'd never be. Every nerve in her body has revolted, every fiber of her being screaming for the drug, just a little to ease the agony or a forcelance to end it completely. "Flash-Fried, Freeze-Dried" as Harper put it. He's never been one for tact and Beka's always respected him for it, but right then was when it occurred to her that she was an addict and his words won't stop ringing in her ears over and over, driving her insane. She just wants to crawl out of her skin because anything has to hurt less then this. She's always been a Valentine but only in the literal sense of the word, never like everyone expected her to turn out; not a professional grand-thief like Rafe, not a spoiled self-centered flake like her absentee mother's and not a monster like Sid who, while not caring the name or the same blood in his veins, he may as well as have been called 'Valentine'. But now, because of some determination not to be like her father by giving gifts that she just takes back, she's become exactly like him in the worst possible way, a flash addict who can't focus on anything other the how badly she needs just the smallest amount of the stimulant to let her function on the most basic level. *Oh god it hurts.*

None of them understand, either. They're all sympathetic with the 'I feel your pain' bullshit but none of them could begin to comprehend the thousands of ways she hurts all over, how each breath makes her chest burn or how just lifting her head makes her whole body feel like it will fall apart. They've all come to see her, she's pretty sure spouting some sort of 'it'll get better' crap but her head's swimming and focusing on their words is beyond her ability.

Harper hasn't been down though, and that hurts almost more then her withdrawal because she knows it's because he's scared of her. Not ashamed or repulsed; those she could take because he couldn't possibly be anymore discussed with her then she is of herself. But he's scared of her, afraid to be on the same ship she is and that is what makes it so bad. Because until now, Harper's always trusted her, even when he didn't agree with what she did and if asked, she would have said he was her closest friend. And now, because she's weak and stupid, he's afraid of her. Forget Valentine Smart and Valentine Smarter, she's Valentine Brainless for not having learned the dangers of Flash after growing up with her father. She just wants to surrender, give up and stop the unimaginable pain that searing her every cell, but then she remembers the look on Harper's face when he saw her eyes earlier. The fear and concern for her and the hurt so plainly obvious when she got angry at him. And she doesn't want that to be what he always remembers about her.

Rebecca Valentine is a survivor. She's never surrendered to anything before and she's not going to checkout gracefully now. It's not in her to just give up, give in to some drug just because her dad wasn't strong enough to fight it. She's not her father and she won't let herself to become him. She's partial to blondes, not redheads, she always keeps her promises and she'll beat this. Because she's not going to be her father's daughter anymore then she can help it and she'll do whatever she can to get Harper to trust her again.

She'll beat this. Because she's better then it. Not because she's a Valentine, but because she's Beka Valentine.

Pixie Child

~
Beautiful Dead Girl

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#306

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Sat Jun 30, 2007 10:47 am
Subject: New Dolls; Digimon, Wrong Turn & X-Men

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Oh god, I made there in March if you can believe it. They've been sitting on my computer forgotten until now. I'm just brilliant, aren't I?

Pixel Dolls | Digimon

Pixel Dolls | Wrong Turn

Pixel Dolls | X-Men - Movieverse; X-2

Pixie Child

~
Beautiful Dead Girl

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#305

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Sat Jun 30, 2007 10:43 am
Subject: Fic: 'Boys Will Be...' (CSI; NY) ... PG - Danny/Don

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Title: Boys Will Be...
Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary: She puts up with it because she knows about Flack
Fandom: CSI; New York
Pairing: Aiden & Danny friendship; Danny/Don
Rating: PG
Timeline: 1.16 - Hush
A/N: DVDs are a wonderful invention.
Beta: Alicia (aliciakembrey@...) from the "CSI_New_York_Slash" yahoo! group
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

*~*~*

"Go on, try it."
"That's sexual harassment."

Aiden grinned as she headed to the print lab. Danny was such an idiot. If it had been anyone else who said that crap to her, they'd have had their ass handed to them by now. But it's Danny, and coming from him, it's kinda cute. Dumb, but cute. Obnoxious, but cute. Irritating as hell, but still cute.

Because she knows about Flack. She probably never should've called him on it but she did and now he's playing it for all it's worth. She can't believe nobody else's seen it. All the dumb comments between the two of them that can't be anything but flirting. Not to mention the amount of pissed-off Danny carries around every time a suspect so much as looks cross-eyed at Flack screams, well actually "I need anger management" but also love in the workplace. Poorly concealed gay love in the workplace that has her choking so she's not laughing and desperately trying not to make moon-eyes at Stella the same way a certain detective does with her friend because as daft as the rest of the lab is with Danny and Flack, Stell is bound to realize Aiden's is lusting after her if she's that obvious about it.

But she's gonna make him pay for that somehow. Maybe tell Stella to set him up with one of her friends or something. It'd be funny to watch him try to get out of that with Stella's iron-strength determination. Maybe she'll even get to be around when Danny tries to explain it to Don.

----------------

Watching them together in the hallways, it hits her again how obvious they are being. How stupid can they get anyhow? Being that open around the other cops. Didn�t everyone know that cops aren't exactly known for being open-minded, or slow to label a guy a fag - even one of their own. Aiden could imagine what would happen if some loudmouth bigot saw what's right in front of him, and decides to tell a couple of other like-minded individuals. Would New York's finest be quick enough to save Flack if something was going down and he got caught in the cross fire? She's seen it happen before, and they get away with it way too often 'cause if the bad guys are the ones who do the shooting, it's next to impossible to prove the other cops let it happen. For any reason.

Aiden's been there; she knows what it's like to have to worry about somebody like that. But they gotta smarten up, and if they don't do it on their own, she'll tell 'em again. They're her friends and as sweet as it is to watch them make eyes at each other, it's twice as dangerous. It don't matter that they're cute together when they're being like that because as far as she knows, she's the only one who knows about them and she's gonna do everything she can to make sure it stays that way, even if it means smacking some sense into them. They're her friends and she wants them to stay safe.

But it'll have to be Flack she talks too, because she can't have a serious conversation with Danny. He's got those puppy eyes and he uses them every time he thinks she might be getting ready to give him hell � and they get to her, even if she doesn't like guys the way they do.

He's cute and he knows it.

"You hungry?"
"Yeah."
"Get a bite to eat?"
"Yeah."
"I'll drive. Put you on the hood?"
"Put you on the hood."

...but man, does he push her to her limits sometimes, cute or not. And he's just damn lucky shoving him is all she does.

Pixie Child

~
Beautiful Dead Girl

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#304

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Fri Jun 29, 2007 2:52 am
Subject: Fic: Girl Time (Stargate SG-1) ... PG - Sam/Vala

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Title: Girl Time
Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)
Summary: That wonderful 'special alone time'
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam/Vala
Rating: PG
Timeline: 10.05 - "Uninvited"
A/N: Thanks to Electronis Zappa for telling me which episode this was and http://tv.groups.yahoo.com/group/Stargate_SG-1_and_Atlantis_Transcripts so I could double-check the script for dialogue flow
A/N2: Kind of an alternate ending for the episode. They never stayed at Landry's cabin.
Beta: Not. All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

*~*~*

"You know, we never got our own special alone time. I think I'm rather jealous of Mitchell and the General." Vala scrunched up her face, looking like a small child being offered broccoli. Or herself being offered broccoli. "Not that I would ever want it with either one of them."

"Hmm?" Sam looked up from her lap top, squinting as her eyes adjusted from long hours of staring at the screen. The alien woman sat on the desk and laid on her side across it, behind the laptop.

"So I was thinking, since it was you who ordered us on a mission which put the big kibosh on our plans, you should make it up to me."

"Could we have this conversation some other time? I'm in the middle of something."

"This isn't a conversation. A conversation is when both parties speak to each other. You haven't said much of anything, except in that chilly tone that would make me think you didn't want me here if I didn't know better." Reaching around the computer, she trailed her finger down Sam's arm as the blond continued to work. Vala brightened. "I've still got that list though. I was thinking we could go shopping with all that time off we've got, instead of being held up in the base all week." Holding up a finger, she cut off the lieutenant Colonel before she could speak, anticipating the argument. "I'm sure what you're doing is of the utmost importance to someone in the galaxy studding something nobody else could understand or even care about, but some how I don't think General Landry spent yesterday arguing with some," Vala paused and withdrew her hand from her sort-of friend's arm to use air quotes, "'important elected official' until he was blue in the face to get us the time off just to spend it working."

"Nobody's asking you to spend it working. I'm sure if you asked Daniel to take you out shopping, he'd eventually agree." Sitting up, Vala began to swing her legs like an impatient child.

"Daniel's left. Gone off with the Colonel of his."

"I thought Cameron was going to lock himself in his house with his TV for the next seven days." Finally dragging her attention from the screen, Sam looked up just in time to see the smirk form on Vala's face.

"Mitchell doesn't belong to Daniel."

"Then what..." Carter trailed off as her military training kicked in before she caught what Vala was saying. "Never mind."

"Well?"

"Go find an airman. I'm sure there's someone else on the base who can take you shopping." She replied, hoping that would be enough to get the woman to leave her alone.

"But no one as attractive as you."

�but apparently, no such luck.

"Excuse me?" Her eyes darted towards the door, left half-open, making sure there wasn't anyone hanging around the hall hoping for some good gossip. "Are you insane?" Vala shrugged lightly, clearly not understanding or caring about what kind of damage comments like that could do to Carter's career.

"It seemed like an appropriate response."

"Well, it wasn't."

"Oh, come on. Relax. It's why we've got the time off." She turned and looked straight at Carter, another smirk twitching at Vala's mouth. "If you come with me, I promise I'll be more careful about what I say in an empty room, in a nearly empty base."

Sighing, Sam pushed her chair back in surrender. "Fine. But you owe me." Before she even reached the door, Vala had her arm draped across the Lieutenant Colonel's shoulders.

"What shall we do with ourselves far away from your 'fascinating' research?"

"Didn't you mention a list?" Vala shrugged again.

"I did. But there's always room for improvements, right?" As they left the room, the leer from Vala was enough to make Sam more then a little wary.

Pixie Child

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Beautiful Dead Girl

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#303

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Thu Jun 28, 2007 6:26 pm
Subject: SG1 Question

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I wrote a Sam/Vala fic a while back (feel free to mock, taunt or threaten; Vala's not my cup of tea either, but the bunny bit) and it takes place after an episode in the last season (I think).

The problem is, I don't think I ever knew what the episode was. I remember the entire team had leave, but something came up and Sam, Daniel and Vala ended up having to stay at the mountain while Mitchell and the General were stuck at the Gen.'s cabin. Does anyone know what episode I'm talking about?

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#300

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:47 pm
Subject: Fic: Only You (Smallville) ... PG - Chloe/Lana

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Title: Only You

Author: Pixie Child (glitery_insane_pixie_child@...)

Summary: Why does she let Lana talk her into these things?

Fandom: Smallville

Pairing: Chloe/Lana

Rating: PG

Timeline: Some time before they graduated from high school?

A/N: The Lighthouse song 'You and Me' they played as a Clark/Lana song wouldn't stop haunting me as a Chloe/Lana one.

Beta: None. Any mistakes? My fault.

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

*~*~*

"'Cause it's you and me and all other people

/ I don't know why

/ I can't keep my eyes off of you."

~ Lighthouse, 'You and Me'

Chloe's not really sure why she's here, at a Valentine�s Day dance when it's something she always swore she'd never do. Well, that's not exactly true. She knows why she's here. Lana begged her to go, something about her needing to learn that there's life outside the Torch and Chloe's never been able to say 'no' to her. Which is why she's standing at the back of the gym, trying not to think of how pathetic she looks as she checks her watch for the twenty seventh time, not that she's counting, because she promised Lana she'd stay until eight thirty. And scowls, inwardly cursing the incredibly slow passage of time when her watch only reads 7:54 while making herself watch anything other then LanaAndClark, who're dancing so close they could be one person. She must have been out of her mind when she agreed to let Lana take her out shopping, cover her face in all sorts of products probably made that the cost of some poor animal's life and bring her here when Chloe should have known this would happen. Even crazy or possessed, it's not like Lana had wanted to go with her.

"Her." She jerks her head up, surprised to see Lana standing there in front of her like maybe she was wrong, maybe Lana Lange did want to be here with Chloe and she was only dancing with Clark for over an hour to be nice. "Clark's pulled his disappearing act again." Or not. And she tells herself that's just all the just she had for dinner and not her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach. "Where does he go when he does this? And does he really think I'll be understanding forever?" The reporter shrugs. She feels like she should probably defend him like she always does, but defending him will just make Lana mad at her and that's never a good idea. Kind of like going to a dance knowing you hate them just because her friend bats her eyes and pouts ever so slightly. "Where exactly does he go all the time, anyways?" Another shrug and she goes back to staring at her ridiculously high shoes that look like they belong in some 60's comic book on a helpless-female type character. Which she borrowed from Lois, of all people.

"I don't know. Who knows why Clark does anything."

"Yeah. You're right." Chloe's right wrist itches and she has to resist checking the time again. When Lana's this pissed off, she's like a ticking time bomb and any sudden movement or gesture might set her off. "Were you here the whole time?" She coughs and rubs her wrist, focusing one the wall on the other side of the room, past Lana. "This isn't what I meant when I said you had to get a social life. You have to actually be <u>social</u>." Responding along the line with something like 'I wouldn't mind being social with you' wouldn't be any brighter then agreeing to come in the first place, so she doesn't say anything. Figuring Lana'll just get fed up and leave her alone to sit out the rest of her sentence. When she doesn't, Chloe starts reciting all the different things she could have said to have gotten out of coming here in the first place. "So, wanna cause a scandal?"

"What?"

"Come on, let's dance." Before she knows what's going on, Chloe's being pulled into the crowd of people dancing and then Lana's got her arm around her waist and they're dancing to some slow song the cover band is playing. If she'd stop and think about how this is bound to end up badly, she'd pull away but Chloe can't get past how right it feels to be swaying to the music, focusing only on the feeling of Lana's hand in her's, so she lets herself get lost in her deep brown eyes and nothing else in the world matters. When the song ends, they stay together, still swaying as the band switches to another sappy song, and another. For awhile, she thinks that maybe Lana feels it too, maybe this is how it's meant to be, maybe they'll both finally get their once-upon-a-times and happily-ever-afters together.

So she's completely unprepared for when Clark comes back and Lana's dancing with him after a few names, a swat to the head, some half-hearted excuse on his part and those damn puppy-dog eyes that could get him out of anything. Chloe checks her watch again, grateful when it reads 8:45. She gets her coat, goes home keeping herself together long enough to get home before she collapses one the couch and cries until she falls asleep and, thankfully, doesn't dream.

Pixie Child

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#299

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:39 pm
Subject: Fic: Interlude To Hell (HEX) ... PG - Roxanne/Thelma

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Title: Interlude To Hell
Summary: Good intentions aren't the only way to get there.
Fandom: HEX
Pairing: Roxanne/Thelma
Rating: PG
Timeline: All over. Up to Leon started seeing Thelma.
A/N: Happy belated birthday, Sami! Sorry it took me this long.
Beta: Not. All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

*~*~*

The truth is, she's pathetic. She spent her entire time as Medenham Hall treating Thelma like trash and now she's getting her rocks off with the dead girl in completely perverse dreams. She's never been like this before. There was that one time at Leon's birthday last year before Cassie started here, when she stumbled back to school drunk and Thelma'd been depressed and it happened, but she hadn't been proud of it or anything. It was ridiculous to be jealous of Cassie when she arrived, so she'd spent every free moment tormenting them instead, which of course only backfired and she ended up feeling worse about the way Thelma didn't seem to be even the slightest bit affected by anything she did.

So she targeted Cassie. They were almost always together, with Thelma acting like Cassie's barrier, but even the most perfect girl in the world apparently got sick of Thelma Bates' repulsive comments sometimes because whenever she was feeling vindictive, the blonde, angelic artist was there by herself trying to blend into the wallpaper.

Roxanne picked Leon's party for an irony she doubts even Thelma got. The ultimate revenge, putting Thelma's girlfriend in the same position she was a year ago. Well, maybe not exactly the same position. There's no way Leon will ever be that talented with his tongue. And nothing ever works out the way she wants it to anyhow. She's not sure what she wanted, but it sure as hell wasn't Thelma dead. The whole point was to make her see past Cassie's halo, not push her into the lake.

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The dreams are so vivid, Roxanne would've wondered if they weren�t memories, but she's not an exhibitionist and she'd definitely never do it with that porny-dyke music in the background. That's more like something out of Leon's less-then-imaginative fantasy, not her's. Except... if Thelma really wanted her to, maybe she would have. Just not in the crowded cafeteria. Despite the way her thoughts were going, she does have <u>some</u> standards. Although she immediately regretted telling Gemma about it because Roxanne knows the moment she gets the chance, she'd going to use it against her. There are already rumors going around about a new dyke at Medenham Hall and it's doubtful Cassie started them with the hell of her no friends.

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She started having sex with him to make the dreams stop the same way she slept with the art teacher to make herself stop wanting Thelma. Neither of them worked and she hates herself every time she does it but she can't seem to stop herself from doing it again. It's disgusting and Thelma tells her as much every night but it doesn't stop them from doing it because "it's fucking lonely being a lesbian ghost when your best friend is too busy being obsessed with the bastard who got her pregnant with his demon spawn to pay any attention to you." Which doesn't make any sense because in her dreams, Thelma's anything but dead.

Then Cassie went missing just after the whore from hell showed up and it just got that much more intense, as if Thelma was using her to vent her worry or angst or whatever through screwing. Not that Roxanne was complaining.

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But just how the hell did Leon know about her and Jez? Or Thelma's joke about keeping the faith?

Pixie Child

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#298

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Mon Apr 9, 2007 1:13 pm
Subject: New Dolls; Actors

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Made there over the past few months on my hunk or incompetence posing as a laptop. But I finally got around to transferring them to my real computer so I could make the backgrounds transparent and give them the icons to go along with them. Some of them are kinda funny looking, thanks to the poses I tried to make them do, but whatever.

Pixel Dolls | Actors - Adrienne Wilkinson

Pixel Dolls | Actors - Alexa Davalos

Pixel Dolls | Actors - Alyson Hanning

Pixel Dolls | Actors - Amanda Tapping

Pixel Dolls | Actors - Amy Acker

Pixel Dolls | Actors - Anna Paquin

Pixel Dolls | Actors - Azura Skye

Pixel Dolls | Actors - Carey Lowell

Pixel Dolls | Actors - Eliza Dushku

Pixel Dolls | Actors - Jorja Fox

Pixel Dolls | Actors - Marg Helgenberger

Pixel Dolls | Actors - Michelle Trachtenberg

Pixel Dolls | Actors - Jorja Fox & Marg Helgenberger

Pixie Child

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#294

From: Jessamyn <wildoneizzy@...>
Date: Wed Mar 21, 2007 7:32 pm
Subject: Re: Fic: Rewind-Fastforward (BtVS) ... PG - Dawn/August

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I have no clue who Christopher Lonergan or August are but that was a really cute scene between Buffy and Dawn. Kudos, girl.

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#293

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Wed Mar 21, 2007 7:04 pm
Subject: Fic: Rewind-Fastforward (BtVS) ... PG - Dawn/August

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Title: Rewind-Fastforward
Summary: What's Buffy got against her girlfriend anyways?
Fandom: Buffy, the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Dawn/August
Rating: PG
Timeline: About two years after BtVS ended, but Angel never sold out to WR&H.
A/N: Spoilers for Christopher Golden's BtVS book 'The Lost Slayer'
A/N2: 16-[24-19]=11 with 11+5=16 but who's to say August didn't look younger then she actually was?
For: GrimSage, the reason I can still keep typing my fics as well as why I'm still (semi) stable. I owe him tons. This is nothing.
Beta: GrimSage. He corected his own present. How horrible am I?
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.

*~*~*

"I knew I shouldn't have let you go to LA. Nothing good ever happens there. Mom and Dad's marriage, their divorce, Ken and his workforce from hell. Why did I let you go?"

"Maybe because I'm 19, and therefore legally an adult, so you couldn't stop me from going to work there?" Dawn's voice chirps, as cheeky as her sister's ever was.

"And that's another thing! As much as you love studying to be Giles, the Next Generation, why would you want to move back to the states to work for Wesley Stuffy-Pryce? Oh! And all those questions you were asking Will about Tara and Kennedy." The nineteen year old crosses her arms and lets Buffy finish her rant. "That was a sign. A big neon, tacky red and yellow blinking sign. I should have locked you in the basement as soon as you asked her 'How did you know'."

"We don't have a basement."

"Then in your room. I could've gotten two of the new girls to hold you down for your feedings."

Then, for no reason Dawn can see, Buffy frowns and her eyes loose focus.

"Buffy?"

"Hmm?"

Ever since Christopher Lonergan came to help out about eight months ago, two months before she moved to Los Angeles, her sister had been acting weird. And when Dawn introduced her to August, she'd been totally strange. Like, not all there or something.

"So you promise you'll be nice?" *Or at least try?*

"What?" The Slayer asked her, like they hadn't just been arguing about it.

*She's finally lost it.* "Tonight. When August gets here. I told you the Council called us here for an assignment?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" *Three, two, one...* "Wait, August, the Slayer? Psycho-suicidal..."

Dawn just stares at her, wondering where that statement came from.

"Never mind. She's coming here?" Buffy's whole face scrunches up, like it's painful to think about.

Dawn re-crosses her arms in classic stubborn-Summers' style.

"Well, what with it being my apartment, it seemed to make sense. Unless you want her to stay with you." Her sister shivers slightly, even though the room's bathed in the normal Roman summer warmth.

"Why can't she stay at that horrible tourist trap Faith always insists on when she's here?"

*You mean the one you spend so much time at?*

"Because we're not so paranoid about our relationship that I'm going to make my girlfriend sleep across town."

"What?"

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#292

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Sun Mar 18, 2007 5:42 pm
Subject: OT; gay-baby article

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http://www.planetout.com/news/article.html?date=2007/03/15/1&navpath=/news/

Anyone find this as offencive as I do?

I want to scream.

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#291

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Tue Mar 13, 2007 1:00 am
Subject: New dolls; Digimon, X-Men, Wrong Turn

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I won't be puting them on Diet Prozac until Wendsday or Thursday because I'm at my fathers, but I can post them here.

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#290

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Fri Mar 9, 2007 5:59 pm
Subject: Stargate SG-1 dolls

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#289

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Mon Mar 5, 2007 7:14 pm
Subject: OT (kind of): Battlestar Glactica question *spoilers*

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Okay, what the hell? I've only seen a few episodes here and there, so I may be way off, but did Starbuck commit suicide?

Pixie Child

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#287

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Sun Mar 4, 2007 11:57 pm
Subject: Season 5&6 dolls

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Yeah, okay, I know there's no excuse for how log it took me to get these posted. Unfortunately, because my FTP's being a bee-ach (I swear, this will be the only time I ever quote Dawn on this word) it'll be a while before I can post them on my site.

There are more that I had made (season 5-7) ages ago that just need to be fixed to be decent even by my standards, so I plan to do them over march break. *whines* I don't want to go to Ohio!

Pixie Child

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#286

From: Pixie Child <glitery_insane_pixie_child@...>
Date: Wed Feb 14, 2007 7:14 pm
Subject: The hell?

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Okay, this is interesting. I've mentioned that I get emails sent sometime weeks earlier? Well, it said I had a new email, but it was buried somewhere and I figured, 'yay, Yahoo!'s being a bitch again.' But when I finally get it, I'm going 'what the hell?!' because it's not just spam, which I am clearly not a fan, but it's dated not only before I made my account but before I was born.

So I'm saying it again; how the hell did that happen? (this is a rhetorical question, you answer nuts. Although I am curious if it's the fault of Yahoo! or the spamers know how to screw with time-codes.)

Pixie Child

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Dawn: I'm not sure how old he is, but I heard him use the word 'newfangled' one time. So he's gotta be pretty far gone.

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