THURSDAY - ANGST

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Today's theme we're going to roll out that big ball of ANGST

So bring on the tissues, UST, STDs, death, crying, cheating, sad fics :
If you write Death, please please please put a warning!!!

It doesn't matter what fandom or pairing you choose, so long as the prompt (song lyrics, one word, a picture, whatever) is something that gives the reader that knot in the stomach and/or brings out the tissues.

Please make things easier for the codemonkeys and their pinch-hitters, please code your prompts correctly:

Examples:
~ RPS; Orlando/Karl; sad movie
~ TW; Jack/Ianto; leaving the Hub
~ LOTRIPS; Viggo/Sean; another divorce


Also, please make sure that you only have one prompt per comment as it makes it easier for everyone and gives you more chance of getting a fic in return for leaving the prompt :)

You can leave and answer as many prompts as you want to, or even write your own.

If you don't see anything that strikes your fancy writing from the prompts left today, feel free to head on over to the Lonely Prompts page and see what fun you can create from them ;)

Send your writer friends over to join in the fun!!

Comments

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

PotC, Jack/Will, immortality

[nbaeker.livejournal.com]

It had been meant for Jack. Every breath Will took reminded him of the fact, and as the months stretched into years, he grew to understand what it was that Jack had wanted.

So when he arrives beside the ship Jack's been sailing around aimlessly, he knows what he's going to do.

Jack doesn't seem to understand, though he will. Will smirks as he comes up behind the other man.

"It was meant to be mine," Jack hisses as Will bends him over and starts to take him.

But Will can't give him immortality. He can just give him this small taste.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Abby/Connor/Nick, funerals

[noxnoctisanima.livejournal.com]

Abby hated funerals, more than just the grief and the pain. Abby hated the smell of the dirt and the flowers and the sympathy from people who couldn't possibly understand. She hated the solemn frown of the priest and the dirty fake grass and the fact what whatever the spin it was never a 'celebration of life'. Abby hated all funerals and she hated this one even more because there was no body in the coffin, no family at the grave side and Stephen's name on the headstone.

Abby's eyes burned with tears, of sadness and despair and anger and frustration and guilt and pain. She hated Stephen for following Helen, for being so stupid, for throwing his life away and she hated herself against all reason for not stopping it and for being happy even with him gone from the world.

Because Stephen had died and Helen had torn them apart and Caroline had betrayed them and in the face of it all they had somehow found happiness.

Abby leant back into the circle of Nick's arms, tugging his arms tighter around her. Then she turned and pulled Connor closer, pressing her face into his neck as he leant into Nick.

Abby hated funerals even more because she would never be able to remember their beginning without also remembering an end.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, married to another

[phantomjam.livejournal.com]

The satin sheets whispered softly against Morgana’s skin, slipping away from her naked curves to pool on the bed as she rose. The night’s chill still lingered in the air, raising pebbles on her arms and hardening her nipples, shockingly cold against the soles of her bare feet as she padded across the room to retrieve her clothes from where they lay neatly folded on the dressing table.

The fic got just a hair too long for a comment so the rest is right here (http://phantomjam.livejournal.com/18977.html#cutid1) ;)

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Topher/Victor, wiped

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

This pairing was my first thought for angst too :) I am going for a walk now so I'll see if I can come up with something suitably angsty :p

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean solo, thinking about someone he shouldn't

[bekkis.livejournal.com]

Dean towels off, and doesn't bother with clothes, just crawls into bed and flips the television on.

Sam's not coming back any time soon, and he doesn't give a shit if he ruins Sam's delicate sensibilities. It's hot as Hell in the room, the heater broken, and Dean just wants to sleep and not think about the latest bullshit running rampant through their lives.

He pads back into the room, and stares at Sam's empty bed, the covers pulled back, and makes a split second decision. He lays down on Sam's bed, pushing the covers back.

All he can smell is Sam.

He flushes, his heart beat racing a little bit as he stretches out, surrounded by the smell of him. He turns on his stomach, pushing his face into the pillow, breathing deep. He starts to harden, panting as he pushes against the sheets. It's not enough friction, but just the smell of Sam is enough to get him going. He rolls over onto his back, rubbing his hands down his chest, one hand twisting his nipple, the other brushing against his stomach. He arches off the bed, his hand teasing at his groin and brushing his dick. He pants, rubbing precome down his dick. He spits into his hand, wetting his cock as he strokes himself. He twists his neck, pressing his face into the pillow and breathing in Sam's scent. Thinks of Sam with Ruby, Sam with that Doctor, his giant hands on her back, pushing her against the wall. He thinks of Sam's back, tan and lean. He tugs harder, panting into Sam's pillow, that familiar tug in his stomach. He lets go of his cock, rolling his balls in his hand.

Dean comes all over his stomach, his face pressed into Sam's pillow. He rubs his come into his skin, thinking of Sam coming all over him, painting his body with come and marking him.

Dean sighs, stares at the ceiling, and thinks of Sam, feeling guilty and wrong but it's nothing new.

[galor5.livejournal.com]

RPS; Orlando/Karl; sad movie

Touch By The Story

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

Obs Unbetad
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It had been a straining day, so they had decided to try to relax with a movie. They had rented an old movie. Not that particular old, just from the 1993. Karl had wanted to see it because he did like Marisa Tomei and he hadn't done it yet.

After seen the title; untamed heart and read the back-flip Orlando had agreed to see it. Neither knowing what it would start in them.

Prepared with popcorn, beer, soda and candy they sat down comfortable in the sofa and started the film. They seemed to always get in the same position, with Karl behind Orlando. In the beginning they snacked, but as the film turned to the more sadness and angsty both had been so caught up in the film that all they could do was hold each other.

Neither was untouched when the film ended, and Orlando had to dry his face from the tears. They stayed for a long moment on the sofa, holding each other like both were scared to lose the other if they let go. Orlando kept silent, much because the story did touch him close as he remembered what he been trough and at times had to be careful. Karl knowing Orlando's story must have felt his boyfriend needed the silent and the support he could give and also that he would not want to live through something similar as the films characters soon.

When they finally were able to move, they just kissed deeply and went to bed for holding each other through the night.

~*~*~The End~*~*~

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Alastair, what happens in Hell, doesn't stay in Hell

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

The loud shot makes Dean jump, before he realizes this time he wasn't the target. He stares at the place where the ghost of his brother stood just a second before. He shivers before straightening up and looking right at the demon. Head held high, eyes locked with Alistair’s. Stiff pose and tightened muscles probably betraying him more than open fear.

"By the way it's um... good to see you again ...Dean."

The demon stands right before him now. Both of his hands still holding the gun and Dean can't stop himself from being grateful for this. He doesn't want those hands free nowhere around him.
Alistair smiles as if he could hear his thoughts. He probably can, too.

Dean's mind goes in circles. Can't decide if it should beg for Sam to come back, for Alistair to back off once met with psychic boy. Or for Sam to stay gone just a while longer. Just so he wouldn't see, just so he wouldn't know, wouldn't understand what really is going on right now.

He feels the soft touch of lips on his and he doesn't move. He barely breathes, feeling the tip of tongue licking on his full, lower lip. Alistair moves back with a smile and Dean slowly lets his breath out, opening the yes he didn't know he closed.

Sam stares at him speechless.

[galor5.livejournal.com]

TW; Jack/Ianto; leaving the Hub

[maab-connor.livejournal.com]

it's over over here at my journal (http://maab-connor.livejournal.com/92966.html#cutid1) b/c i was 211 words long and refused to cut any of them.

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, Sam calls out the wrong name

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

Sex wasn't just about sex anymore. Sex was about power.

Sam was once very good at pretending he doesn't like to take power in bed. Later it just seemed irrelevant. And now? Now no one expected him not to like it. He wasn't fucking anyone who couldn't take it.

He slammed in hard, feeling the power swirling in his brain, seizing in his muscles, pumping in his veins... He held tightly, the pleasure building behind his eyelids. Pleasure so strong that for one moment it all seemed perfect. Because there was nothing besides this moment, besides this feeling. No demons, no hell, no death, no fights, no blood... Just loosing yourself in the blinding power of pleasure.

Sam moaned his brother's name when he stumbled over the edge of his orgasm. Moaned it long and deep, like a wish dragged from the bottom of his scared soul.

He fell back onto the bed, refusing to open his eyes, when he felt Ruby's hands on his back. He could've handled this if she was pissed. He'd just yell louder at her, he never promised her anything, he wasn't her toy, he didn't care how she felt! He had lots of things he could yell if she ever accused him of something. He was always prepared for her being pissed at him.

He was still trying to figure out how he should react to the pity he saw in those dark eyes.

[galor5.livejournal.com]

LOTRIPS; Viggo/Sean; another divorce

[medjai-trowa.livejournal.com]

Without a Trace, Danny/Martin, scars

[jainot.livejournal.com]

Sex used to be slow, languid, in the morning light. Martin would lie on his back, gazing up at Danny, moaning, arching his back with each thrust.

But not anymore.

Now all Danny can see is the scars, and, in his mind, he sees Martin sprawled on the street, bleeding out under his hands. Sex, when they have it, is in the dark, rough and quick enough that Danny doesn't dwell on what he almost lost forever, and what he might not ever get back.

[galor5.livejournal.com]

RPS; Orlando/Jake; Are you sure?

[galor5.livejournal.com]

RPS; Eric/Orlando; one more chance

[bloominbabylon.livejournal.com]

“You did what?”

“I’m sorry,” Orlando whispered.

“Sorry,” Eric repeated. “Sorry?”

He turned away from Orlando and stormed into their bungalow, the door slamming shut behind him. It took Orlando a few seconds to follow. He’d never seen Eric so angry. He found him in the kitchen, digging in the fridge.

“Eric. I’m really-”

Eric whirled around, beer in hand and glared at him. “Yeah. Sorry. I heard you.” He drank deeply from the bottle, his eyes on Orlando the whole time. “I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you did that. ” His voice was soft, but still angry. “I trusted you.” And hurt.

“I’m sorry. Please. Give me another chance.”

“There are no more chances, Orlando.” He brushed past Orlando and walked into the living room and dropped into an overstuffed chair. “Not for this.”

Orlando peeked around the corner, slowly entering the room. “Please. Can’t we talk about this?”

“Orlando, I don’t even want to see you right now, much less fucking talk to you.”

He backed out of the room, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt. “Ok, I’ll leave you alone then.”

Eric grunted but didn’t look at him.

It took five minutes. Five minutes of unbearable, chatterless silence. Five minutes for the spot at the base of his throat where Orlando usually tucked his nose into to get cold. Five minutes of being alone and not knowing if he wouldn’t ever be lonely again.

Five minutes to realize he’d made a huge mistake.

He found Orlando sitting on the beach, not far from their bungalow. He was tossing rocks into the ocean. He jumped when Eric sat down next to him and quickly wiped his face on his arm.

Eric slung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him tight to his side. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled into the mess of Orlando’s curly hair and kissed him.

“You’re sorry?” Orlando said with a choked laugh. “I’m the one who dented the Falcon.”

“I overreacted. A lot. And I’m sorry.”

Orlando snuggled into Eric’s embrace. “S’ok. I understand. That was your first love.”

Eric chuckled and laid back in the sand, pulling Orlando with and rolling over him so Eric was looking down at him. “Yeah,” he said and kissed Orlando softly, “but you’re my last.”

[galor5.livejournal.com]

Lotrips; Orlando/Viggo; He's gone

He's Gone!

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

(Sorry this isn't beta and can be little hard to read as English is my second language)

He's Gone!

He didn't want to, but if he didn't he know he would regret it all his remaining life. Viggo splashed some water over his face and hoped that at least his tears would not be visible. He know that his eyes would be red, but that showed everyone that he missed Orlando.

For a quick second he felt the urge to smash his forehead in the mirror. He had never thought that he would live longer. At this time he had stopped counting the times he warned Orlando to take it easy. Had the young lad listen? Of course not. Every 'f***ing' time Orlando had to drive the motorcycle in full speed. The helm had protected his head but not the neck.

Viggo know he just have to accept that Orlando would never come through the door, bubbling with life. Viggo's heart tighten. He's gone!

It took all of his will to not scream or let the tears start again. After how many deep breaths he straighten and opened the door to meet the others, those that mourned Orlando as well.

The End

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

SPN, Castiel/Dean, you don't need to be loved to fall (in love)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Dean?" A confused voice.

"Cas? Why are you naked?" Life is not porn, Dean reminded himself as he began to notice other things that didn't make sense. "Are those scratches on your feet? Are you -- wait, are you scared of something?"

"I didn't know it would be this hard," Castiel said, crossing his arms and shivering.

"What the hell happened Cas?"

"I always felt wonder at humanity. How they hold tight to hope when there's no reason to. How they find comfort and pleasure among the suffering and struggle."

"You didn't"

"I knew it would be hard. But not this hard."

"Why?" Dean demanded angrily.

Castiel moved his lips into that slight smile of his and for a second he reminded Dean of his old self, the powerful weapon of good. "I took a chance. That's a human thing to do, right?"

"Come with me." Cas didn't make a move, so Dean gently took his shaking hand and led him to the motel room, where he wrapped him in a blanket and rubbed his shoulders. Castiel's body looked the same, or at least the same as Dean imagined it, but it seemed fragile now, ethereal. Castiel's eyes were once like a sword made of stars; they could make Dean feel terrified and protected and owned and vulnerable and horny as hell all at once. Now there was barely eye contact as Castiel stared at the wall, confused and frightened by every sensation of texture or temperature, every feeling of want or fear.

"Human existence is ... very hard. Fear and confusion. Nothing makes sense. You can't see into people's hearts, so nothing they do makes sense. Cruelty. Hunger. Thirst. Anger and sadness and loss, you never stop thinking about what is lost. Cold. Pain. Weariness. Desire. Then shame. And you always feel lonely. Always disconnected. Cruelty."

Dean tried not to think about the response Cas got from others, naked and confused and talking like this. "You were right to come here, CAs."

"I'm not sure if I should have,"

"I mean to me. Now that you're - you know- you were right to come to me."

"I don't think I should have come," Castiel said, curling up in despair, "I don't want to be human anymore. I don't think I can do this."

"Maybe you'll get used to it, maybe it won't be so bad"

"I was a fool. We're supposed to come as infants. No memory. Years to adjust, with people to teach you."

"Why didn't you?"

Castiel looked shocked by the question. "I would have had to wait years."

"For what?"

"To find you."

"What? You fell to earth for -"

"Why else?"

"But I-"

"I know. I'm not first in your heart. I saw it, back when I understood things. But I came anyway. I wanted to take a chance."

Dean made himself smile, didn't let his face show how moved he was,how completely blown away. "Then you already understand being human better than most."

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Topher/Viktor, just one time

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

He thinks he can get away with it... just one time.

After all, he arranges his annual birthday party for two with Sierra every year, and no one's caught onto that yet.

Sierra makes a wonderful friend -- when properly imprinted -- but anyone who knows Topher at all knows that his interests run in a different direction.

And that's... precisely no one.

He's unbearably lonely, and can no longer deny his intense attraction to the most popular male active in the Dollhouse. Every time Victor passes his line of vision, he finds his gaze drawn after him, his thoughts distracted from his work by fantasies of various imprints he could give the gorgeous doll, and all the tantalizing ways in which he could use them.

Just one time...

He tries to resist the temptation, but when he finally gets his chance -- a rare forty-eight hour period between assignments for Victor, that happens to fall during the only two days in as long as he can remember that Dewitt has taken off work -- Topher can't help himself.

It's beyond anything he'd imagined.

Victor anticipates his every need and desire, making him feel sexy and desirable and cherished and loved -- everything he wants but knows he'll never have. He's perfect.

He should be; he's programmed to be.

It's over far too quickly, and Topher thinks he may have just made the biggest mistake of his life. He'll never be able to hold out and resist the temptation to do this again.

He thinks maybe he can get away with it... just one more time...

[devon99.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, heartbroken

Shattered

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

[only 100 words. I hope you'll like it.]

Dean's greatest fear is not death or hell. He's afraid someone'd find out his secret.
His sick wish. His greatest sin.
He lusts for a man. For no one else but his brother.
When his secret is out finally, Dean prepares for the worst. Sammy will hate him. Of course. Dean already does. For the sick fuck he is. Why should Sam think any different?
Sam's answer is calm.
"You know I love you, Dean. But not like this. Never like this."
Dean can hear his own heart break.
"It's okay, Sammy." he says.
It isn't.

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, lies

(it may be wincest or not)

[katbcoll.livejournal.com]

No fic, sorry. I just have to say: I LOVE the icon!!

[devon99.livejournal.com]

Numb3rs, Charlie/Colby, Hospital

[kristories.livejournal.com]

Hope this is what you were going for :)

Colby knows why he's here, in the hallway on the floor outside Charlie's hospital room. Waiting for a Doctor with an update on Charlie's condition because he can't take seeing Charlie like that right now.

He's here because this is all his fault. If he hadn't dragged Charlie into this, Charlie wouldn't be lying in a hospital bed pale and wan, gun shot to the shoulder.

Charlie's hurt because Colby convinced Don that they needed a mathematical solution. Needed something to make logical sense in the face of the killer's insanity.

Five hours ago he was lying in their bed convincing Charlie with mind blowing sex that he really needed to help on this case, and five hours later he's sitting on the floor of the Hospital staring at the door to Charlie's room like it's a snake and it's going to bite him.

"Get off the floor, Granger," Don orders. Colby blinks at the other man rather stupidly for a second.

"When did you get here?" he asks. Don rolls his eyes.

"A while ago, long enough to know that you've been out here a while, get off the floor, Colby."

"Why?"

"Well, because first, this is a hospital and who knows what you'll catch sitting there and second, because you belong in that room with Charlie so that when he wakes up, he knows you care."

"No, I meant why aren't you beating the crap out of me?" Colby asks, levering himself off the floor. Don eyes him with a look that's been known to make more than one rookie piss their pants.

"You and I, we're going to have our talk, because I know Charlie won't blame you, but I do."

[nverland]

Lotrips; Viggo/Orlando; pet

Missing Leopard

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

(It would be a help to have read Silent as a Cat - http://community.livejournal.com/merryviggorli/7800.html)

Missing Leopard

Orlando hadn't seen Viggo... he could not remember when and he become more and more restless. He had thought they would keep their friendship. He know that the Leopard said he was more a loner. A part of him hoped that he would be able to change Viggo's heart. He had for a moment felt something like the draw he would have to be mated, but now he was uncertain.

Deciding that he could no longer be inside, he left the Sanctuary and headed to the park he first had spotted Viggo. There was not many people so he thought he would be safe to be in his natural form. Everything was so much easier that way. He could separate the smells, even if he probably wouldn't find Viggo that way.

He went around the park twice and also search through the thicker bushes. He didn't see any sign of the Snow Leopard, nor the man with the mesrmerizing green eyes. When the sun still was up Orlando went to lay on a spot he thought was secured.

Dozing and with his thoughts elsewhere he missed to be on guard.

"Mum look what a cute cat. Can't we take him?" a shrill girl voice woke him. Feeling how close she was and not wanting to terrify her he lay still.

"Annie! You shall not pet it. It's a wild animal." A matured female voice called out. "You can never trust a wild animal."

Not long after Orlando snapped up that she called to report what she seen. He stayed at the spot nervously a little longer and then slowly crept backwards to not be there when they would send anyone to investigate. He hoped that not Viggo would turn up there and hoped the Leopard would come to Sanctuary instead.

The End

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jared/Chad, meeting Jensen

[weesta.livejournal.com]

It was ludicrous to think he could hold on to Jared. What was worse was that Jared was never really his to hold. He wanted to be more than the “best friend”. He longed to be touched and held and smothered under Jared’s frame. Nothing against Sophia, but she just didn’t measure up – literally.

Chad lived under the delusion for a while that if he picked the right time, waited for the right moment, magically Jared would see him and everything would click. But after meeting Jensen, Chad knew his time had passed and it was his own damn fault for letting it slip through his fingers.

Everything that Chad has felt and longed for in Jared, Jared felt and longed for in Jensen. It was all over his face, in his voice and in the way he moved. But unlike Chad, Jared had never been shy about going after what he wanted; and unlike Jared, Jensen already knew his intentions – he was going to give Jared everything he wanted and everything Chad would never get.

Inspired by pez_gurl's prompt

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, Dean calls out the wrong name

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

Time after time, girl after girl, and Dean should know better right now. He’s pretty good and making them feel good enough that they don’t even care what he calls them, but sometimes, even multiples won’t keep them from getting pissy.

This girl’s name is…something. Erin? Emily? He doesn’t remember. He calls her Sam anyways, breathes it against her neck, Sam, Sammy, oh god and she waits till after he’s made her come twice before she slaps him and stomps off.

Dean follows her back into the bar, fixing up his clothes, and goes to stand by Sam – only to see the girl with her friends, barely three feet away. Sam raises an eyebrow at the handprint on his cheek. Dean shakes his head and hopes what’s-her-face leaves before telling her friends.

But his life sucks and that doesn’t happen.

“He called me Sam! My name isn’t Sam, and I told him it wasn’t Sam and I don’t care how big his dick is or how pretty his lips are. I slapped the asshole. Ugh!” She storms out and her friends follow, looking back to glare at Dean.

Dean hangs his head and closes his eyes. When he finally gets the courage to look, Sam’s not standing by him anymore and Dean sits down at the bar and proceeds to get very, very drunk.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

SPN, Alistair/Dean, memory

[kristories.livejournal.com]

Um, I hope you like it? It went a little dark.

There's a whisper of something, leather, a belt or a whip, sliding along his exposed side and Dean can't fight the shiver as it wakes him up.

"Alastair," he says. Alastair smiles at him, the belt coiled loosely in his hand.

"Dean," he says and jerks his head to the rack. Dean stares at the woman, girl really, can't be more than twenty. She's shaking and crying big fat alligator tears down her cheeks.

A smile splits Dean's face and he stands up, swaggers over to her and looks back at Alastair.

"For me?" he asks. Alastair joins him, presses his naked body up against Dean's naked body. Dean can feel the demon's cock, hard against his ass and he grinds back against him.

"For you," Alastair says. "I thought you might like a little anniversary present. Ten years today, Dean, since you came off the rack. I picked her out special. Her name is Sam."

Dean turns his head to the side, kisses Alastair , slides his tongue along the Demon's bottom lip. Alastair's tongue flicks out to tease the tip of Dean's before he pushes Dean away.

"Now, now, none of that, you haven't properly appreciated your gift," he says. "I want to use her blood to fuck you." Dean grins dark with want, sinks his hands into the girl's skin.

He jerks upright in bed, heart hammering in his chest so hard it's painful, it's not the only thing hard and painful on him. Sam is snoring on the other bed, oblivious to the memories haunting Dean. Dean goes to the bathroom to take care of business, pretends he isn't pretending his hands are Alastair's hands as he comes.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jeff/author's choice, last goodbye

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

"I can't."

Jeff pressed deeper, "Yes you can."

Jensen's breath stuttered, his back curved, pressing downward, his fingers wrapping around the bedpost in attempt to get away. Jeff pulled back only to thrust in once more, making Jensen choke and turn away.

"You have to say it, baby," Jeff ordered hoarsely, his hips becoming unsteady. His fingers wrapped around Jensen's cock.

Then the younger was coming, hard and furious, mouth open in a silent scream. Jeff followed helplessly.

Curled around Jensen, his hand against the come covered belly, Jeff said it again. "Say it, Jensen."

"Goodbye."

It was supposed to be the last one. To ignore the magnetic pull between them, to follow their careers without looking back. It was supposed to be the last goodbye.

Until Jeff opened the door, to find Jensen standing there. Then his sweet baby boy was back where he belonged.

"Jeff."

"Hello, baby."

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds/Leverage, Eliot Spencer/Spencer Reid, in the dark

[medjai-trowa.livejournal.com]

runs off to kidnap hawk_dancing