#Andreas can get nothing and just... Be fine with it. He doesn't ask for anything or expects it but will put down energy and time to please

[mrfoox]

God, I am such a... Motherly type of person and I don't even try to be it just... I catch myself in the act and I'm like ah... Oh... Hmm

Yes, I basically told Andreas my fwb to come lay on my chest and tell me about his work (vent) and he went on and on as I stroked his hair and nodded along

[optimist-pine]

Dermatillomania (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of the fall of the Greene Farm in a way your therapist would not approve of.

Warnings: Typical TWD content! Dermatillomania (BFRB's, self-inflicted injury), mentions of death, etc.

Word Count: 719

Era: Follows directly after the season 2 finale

A/n: Just a personal vent... Dunno if anyone else relates.

It hadn't been easy to stop necessarily, but anything other than going cold turkey hadn't really been an option. When you absentmindedly find yourself starting to pick, a quick reminder that it could get you killed is all it takes to shut it down. Most of the time anyways... Tonight though? Oh, tonight you've fallen into old habits so fast and hard that you're stuck there in that state, in the worst session you've had since it all began.

You're tucked away in your own little corner of the ruins and firelight, shadowed enough that no one's really paying attention to what you're up to. At some point, your arms have come out of the sleeves of your coat and it's shrugged loosely around you, leaving skin exposed to the chilly air. You don't notice.

It's all catching up now, all replaying in your mind like the final straw has been plucked. That horrible night at the quarry, the panic when what had been a safe place was so quickly turned into a graveyard. Leaving Jim to die. The terror at the CDC of almost being murdered as a mercy. Leaving Jacqui to die. Sophia... Dale... The farm could've been a safe place, you'd truly believed it until they were somehow just - everywhere. Patricia, Jimmy, Shane... Leaving Andrea to die...

You can feel how it's all too much for your mind to handle, how it's trying to relieve the pressure in this way. It's no good, but your body doesn't know better and you don't know how to make it stop. You can't make any of it stop. Your fingernails desperately search raw skin for any bump, or blemish, or imperfection. They're everywhere. Maybe you'd feel ashamed if bigger and uglier emotions weren't cramming it out of the way.

The cold air cools drops of hot blood on your skin, you can feel it, and yet you feel separate from it simultaneously. Like the same way you breathe without thinking about the breathing part. The fire crackles low and leaves rustle out in the trees as the others hunker down. Nobody's really sleeping though. Not tonight.

Daryl's keeping watch on the perimeter when his eyes settle on you. Your fingers pause in their assault; you can't continue with an audience. Please just look away so I can keep going, some darkness in your mind pleads. But no, you scramble to pull the coat over yourself to conceal the evidence.

"What's this?" He asks, his voice low enough that the others won't really notice.

"Nothing. I'm fine." You can't meet his eyes, shame has finally pushed its way to the forefront now.

You don't try to stop him as he slides the coat off your shoulder, revealing your handiwork. Even in the darkness, you're sure the ugly redness has to be so obvious. You're not only weak, you're weak and stupid.

He pulls your backpack over and digs through it. "Your first aid kit in here?"

You nod once, but that only initiates the tears. What feeling are they from? Anger? Guilt? Fear? This was always the worst part, hating what you've done and wishing for nothing more than to go back and undo it. After everything that had happened... pathetic.

Daryl finds the antibacterial spray and gets to work. His care and surprising tenderness only make you feel that much worse. You were so incapable of handling yourself that you've got a full-grown man treating you like... like the broken thing that you are.

After that he takes a couple of bandages and wraps them around your upper arms, fingers steady and slow. "Leave 'em alone an' let 'em heal. You're tougher than that." He packs up the supplies, helps you fit your arms back into the sleeves, then waits. You're not sure what he expects from you, but then he mimes a zippering motion. You comply and close up your coat. With a single nod, he turns and returns to his watch of the dark surrounding forest.

Maybe you're just thoroughly messed up, but you trade the repeating images in your mind for his words. The past. You have to leave it alone. You have to let it heal. You're here, now, in the present. Alive. You would be tough enough to stay that way. You would.

[effervescentdragon]

For the prompt game:

'Dont i have the right to know? + pairing of your choice 👀

this is, subjectively, the worst thing i've ever written. <3

The news breaks in the paddock first.

Maybe it doesn't, though. Maybe it breaks in gossip magazines, or trash tabloids, or whatever else people read. Charles doesn't know because it's not for him to know. He has people to deal with those things. People to tell him what's being said, what's happening, what he needs to know and what he needs to pretend not to know.

"Did you see the news about Seb?" Carlos says, and Charles' heart speeds up because the Mercedes seat is open still, and - "- didn't think he was the type," Carlos continues, and Charles didn't hear what - "was gonna be Rosberg, or Jenson."

"What?" Charles says, because he didn't hear, but then Silvia storms into the room and goes straight for Charles.

"Did you know about this?" she asks, and he doesn't like the gleam in her eye.

"About what?" Charles repeats, pissed off now because nobody is telling him anything, except it's something about Seb, and he doesn't -

"The divorce," Silvia says, finally, with a little cruel twist to her mouth and Charles doesn't remember anything except stammering a weak and truthful "No" and then being pulled into a meeting on how to deal with the press and the questions and many things that Charles can't remember, because his brain is on a loop of divorce-divorce-Seb is getting a divorce.

-

Everybody is talking about it and Charles isn't thinking about it.

"Had no idea," he says to Alex. "We don't talk that much," he repeats to both Max and Lando. "I don't know why," he rolls his eyes at Carlos and George. "I'd tell you if I knew," he lies to Piere, and then goes to stand by himself on the truck before the race.

He waves at the fans and ignores everything until there's a bump at his hip. He looks down and it's Lewis, waving the same way Charles is, his eyes on the crowd.

"You didn't know," he says with a fake smile, and Charles forces himself not to react.

"No," is all Charles can say, shaking his head a little. "Haven't heard from him in a while."

Lewis hums. "Makes sense," he says, chuckling a little, and then Valtteri comes over an Charles wants to shake Lewis because, how the fuck does it make sense? It fucking doesn't, none of this makes sense and it's not - Charles doens't - how could -

The race, Charles thinks. The race first, everything else second. Racing first. Always.

Charles is a racing driver first. Always.

-

He misses the podium for a breath.

He doese everything right, answers the questions, gives feedback, it's all fine, it's all alright, he's handling it all well, another missed podium, another shit race, another question, another thing to deal with, it's fine, it's all good -

-he slams the door in Andrea's face.

"I'm fine!" he yells, and he'll apologize, he just needs a fucking moment alone.

The floor is hard under his thighs but he can't drag himself to the couch yet. It's fine. He taps on the phone screen next to him. Andrea must have given it to him. Charles doesn't remember.

He scrolls for too long and sends the message before he can calm down.

didnt i have the right to know??

He's not expecting a response. He isn't. He's trained himself out of that a long while ago.

The phone lights up.

I didn't know how to tell you.

No apology. No nothing. Charles scoffs, his hands shaking.

oh i dont know, maybe when u were fucking me in sicily last

or fucking me in monaco

or when i was fucking you in switserland

at any point then would be ok

There's sweat running down his face. His overalls are too heavy. He also needs to pee.

He leans back onto the door, staring at the screen. There's a lot of notifications, but it can all wait.

This can't.

I'm sorry about your race. You deserved a podium.

He stares at the screen incredulously.

fuck you seb

i deserved to know

He mutters a curse in Italian as he grabs for the water bottle and drinks some more. He doesn't have much more time.

He isn't expecting an answer. He isn't. There is no point expecting anything from Seb. Never was.

I know.

There's nothing left to say. Charles should get up and change and open the door for Andrea and Joris and whoever else is waiting for him. There's nothing else Seb will say.

Charles should get up and leave his phone.

Charles should block Sebastian Vettel's number and never talk to him again.

The phone lights up.

I can tell you in England? That's where I'm moving, for a while.

Charles should do a lot of things that he doesn't.

-

"-and get my phone," Charles shouts, halfway through the door.

Andrea sighs fondly and leans down, picking up Charles' phone from the floor.

It's unlocked. Andrea doesn't want to look, but his eyes are faster than his fingers and he catches the last two messages before the screen goes black.

i'll come between two headers

I am counting on it ;-)

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

Sinday sunday ask, please!

🍎 Favorite type, looks and personality wise? Both looks and personality:)

🍐 Get up and shower after or bask in the afterglow all sticky and wet?

🍊 Monogamous? Open relationship? Polyamorous?

🍇 How active in bed is your character? Do they like to lie there and take it or do they like to get the most bang for their buck?

🫐 Clothes off or on during sex?

🍈 Lingerie? Yes or no? Or specify the lingerie piece.

🍒 Would your character join a threesome if given a chance?

🍑 Your character’s Penis size?

🥭 Preference for body part? Name the body part.

🍍 Does your character like to roleplay? If so, what?

For Andrea, Charley and Daryl<3 Thank youu

Sinday Sunday ask!! NSFW Character Trait Meme

🍎 Favorite type, looks and personality wise? Please specify the trait.

Andrea likes a confident partner who is not afraid to stand up to her and put her in her place. Looks are second to personality. She likes strong looking and confident looking partners.

🍐 Get up and shower after or bask in the afterglow all sticky and wet?

Andrea prefers to clean up right after when it's possible.

🍊 Monogamous? Open relationship? Polyamorous?

Monogamous.

🍇 How active in bed is your character? Do they like to lie there and take it or do they like to get the most bang for their buck?

Andrea is absolutely a participant in bed. She's not a cold fish.

🍈 Lingerie? Yes or no? Or specify the lingerie piece.

Andrea likes it just fine. She can take it or leave it because she knows she's got a gorgeous body that people take notice of. If she could pick on piece, it would be a red bra top and red lace panties with high heels.

🍒 Would your character join a threesome if given a chance?

No. She's not a fan of having to split her attention between two people or having her lover's attention taken off of her.

🍑 Your character’s Penis size?

N/A.

🥭 Preference for body part? Name the body part.

Arms. She loves her some strong arms.

🍍 Does your character like to roleplay? If so, what? Or suggest a role play and my muse will weight in on if they would participate.

Not a fan of roleplaying in bed.

🍎 Favorite type, looks and personality wise? Please specify the trait.

Charley's favorite type is someone who is comfortable being themselves and not putting up some kind of fake persona. They are not picky on looks at all. They just want someone with a good heart and a lot of love and fun to give.

🍐 Get up and shower after or bask in the afterglow all sticky and wet?

Charley likes to cuddle for a bit before getting up to clean up afterward. A shower isn't always necessary.

🍊 Monogamous? Open relationship? Polyamorous?

Monogamous.

🍇 How active in bed is your character? Do they like to lie there and take it or do they like to get the most bang for their buck?

Charley is a willing participant in bed and prefers her partner to be just as willing. They love to have sex with their partner and enjoy so someone that doesn't enjoy it and participate would be a turn-off.

🍈 Lingerie? Yes or no? Or specify the lingerie piece.

Charley doesn't need lingerie but sometimes it's nice. Anything black or dark colors would be preferred over something flashy.

🍒 Would your character join a threesome if given a chance?

Charley has no desire to participate in a threesome.

🍑 Your character’s Penis size?

Charles' penis size is average in size and girth. Nothing extremely too big or too small.

🥭 Preference for body part? Name the body part.

Charley is a fan of asses. Loves them.

🍍 Does your character like to roleplay? If so, what? Or suggest a role play and my muse will weight in on if they would participate.

Not a fan of roleplaying in bed.

🍎 Favorite type, looks and personality wise? Please specify the trait.

Daryl needs someone who will be patient with him and also be soft with him. He doesn't care about looks at all. As long as someone's heart is good, that's all that matters to him.

🍐 Get up and shower after or bask in the afterglow all sticky and wet?

Daryl basks in the afterglow. He's not a fan of getting up right after because he needs to cuddle and be cuddled.

🍊 Monogamous? Open relationship? Polyamorous?

Polyamorous. But only with the following ships: Carol/Daryl/Rick and Carol/Daryl/Connie.

🍇 How active in bed is your character? Do they like to lie there and take it or do they like to get the most bang for their buck?

Daryl would need the reassurance of his partner being an active participant. If they just laid there, he wouldn't want to have a repeat performance.

🍈 Lingerie? Yes or no? Or specify the lingerie piece.

Daryl would like to see his female partner in lingerie. But it's not necessary for their to be sexytimes.

🍒 Would your character join a threesome if given a chance?

Daryl would if the circumstances were right. Especially with people that he really trusted.

🍑 Your character’s Penis size?

He's of average size length wise and just under average in girth size.

🥭 Preference for body part? Name the body part.

Asses. He's definitely an ass man.

🍍 Does your character like to roleplay? If so, what? Or suggest a role play and my muse will weight in on if they would participate.

Not a fan of roleplaying in bed.

[moodysullie]

Sullie! What do you think each Danny character smells like?

Love your gifs as always😍Have a nice day!💓

(Sorry in advance for 1) VERY late replying & 2) lack of words because English is not my mother language and I don't use them in my daily life, combined with tiredness makes my brain not generate words as it should.)

"Smell" as in any kind of scent or which bottle of perfume they used? If it's the latter then I cannot answer because I don't really have knowledge in that field.

Gosh, I never thought about it at all. I'm really not someone who thinks about how any character smells.

How would I do this?

Let's start with the first thing when you are near Baron Zemo would be a hint of very expensive perfume, and I don't mean just the price but the kind that you can smell. He would smell very neat & sophisticated (if you get what I mean.) A mild calming earthy tone, not-too-sweet kind of fruit, with a tiny hint of spices, not piercing, but strong enough to make people wonder what he wears because it's so unique, or even tailor-made. When you get close enough, the scent of smoke will rise and seep into your senses. Not from a cigarette, but gunpowder and metallic scent (either from the weapon or cell bars), and before you realize it, they are already overwhelming you, and you can't turn back now.

I would like to think Laszlo Kreizler would have masked himself in a floral aroma mixed with the smell of leather. However, in the back of my mind, I doubt he ever used any cologne, but he's an alienist which equals to a psychiatrist in the present day means he might wear something that could ease his patients and children at the institute to make them more relaxed. (Also he appeared to be snobbish in some way so yeah he might wear perfume :|) On the other hand, all the musty, damp stench from *working* and investigating in different places would definitely stink and stick on his clothes, and his skin.

For our maître d' Tony Balerdi, I don't think he would (or could) wear anything since he works in a fine-dining restaurant and any strong fragrance could contaminate or affect dishes and drinks to those who are very sensitive to the smell. (even though Adam & Helena did smoke while working, which is something that bothers me when I watch this film), but I'd like to think that his choice of perfume outside of work would still be pure, fresh & clean, nothing artificial. I doubt he ever used something oceanic, maybe on some occasion when he wants to rest his mind, but it must not be salty, more like fresh water from the waterfall.

The salty, breezy, very oceanic goes to Andrea Marowski, our baby. I mean before he was saved by the sisters he was on a ship, on his journey, then he spent quite a certain amount of time near the beach and I do think there will be lots of journeys for him to take in the future. However, he's a violinist, I believe he must have that woody piney scent from rosin that used to take care of his violin.

You know who's the easiest for this ask? The red flag walking, Thomas Lang. That man will either be soaked in cologne or none. If he wears something, it would be very masculine, very clean & crisp, probably that top-3-bottles-for-men-that-are-head-turner kind of thing. If he doesn't wear anything, the air around him is filled with odors of smoke, booze, and definitely stinks of sweat because he's either too drunk or too far out to shower, or maybe from having nightmares. (NSFW-ish thought though he would defo have that smell of those womanizers who had quite a number of sex because that man is good for just one night and when the morning comes you better kick him out of your life real quick.)

I have no idea about other characters. I mean, obviously, Niki and Iván would have that faint machine oil smell, although I don't think I can smell anything but burnt cigarettes from Iván. (my god he smokes like there's no tomorrow it's quite concerning for those who don't smoke like me.)

I don't think you can smell anything from Schmidt though, except the scent of shaving cream?

I'm suck at this and I'm sooo lack of imagination 😢

Still, thanks for your message. I hope you have a wonderful day, month, year, and so on. ❤️

[andreajaurez]

[ cis woman | she&her ] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ANDREA “ANDI” JUAREZ]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [CIERRA RAMIREZ]. You must be the [TWENTY-EIGHT] year old [RACE CAR DRIVER & STUDENT]. Word is your [DILIGENT] but can also be a bit [FIERY] and your favorite song is [SPEED DRIVE BY CHARLI XCX]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [AURORA BAY TOWERS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

NAME: Andrea Marie Jaurez NICKNAMES: Andi, AJ GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Cis Woman (She/Her) AGE: 28 BIRTHDAY: July 25, 1995 ZODIAC: Leo Sun, Scorpio Rising, Aries Moon SEXUALITY & ROMANCE: Bisexual / Biromantic FACE CLAIM: Cierra Ramirez OCCUPATION: Race Car Driver / Student HOMETOWN: Oakland, CA CURRENT RESIDENCE: Aurora Bay Towers CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

" YOU'RE SO FINE, YOU BLOW MY MIND. JUST JUMP INTO THE DRIVER'S SEAT AND PUT IT INTO SPEED DRIVE. "

Andrea was never lost in the mix. Being the middle child and the only female, she was held to higher standards by her mother but was often pampered by her father. To a degree, this messed the girl up in a way that taught her how to be sneaky. Ask mom for X, Y, Z - go to dad for the rest. Her relationship with her mother was always strained, but she quickly learned how to pull the wool over her eyes.

Sneaking off to LA was a common occurrence for the Jaurez girl; some of her best memories growing up being sneaking into bars and attending underground comedy shows. Though she was underage, no one really cared. She learned that it was confidence that really drove one's image as well as got one whatever they wanted.

This carried with her through school, and was often the reason she was able to schmooze better grades out of her teachers. Work smarter, not harder. The first time Andi got a taste of the racing realm was when she escaped a cop when attempted being pulled over. She had her older brother's love for racing games to thank for her skills; seeing that he always roped her into playing with him.

Andi stepped in as her brother at one of his junior races due to him running extremely late. She wasn't aware as she crossed the finish line in first place, that he got into a serious car accident on the way to the track and passed away. It was his death that triggered her desire to keep working at it. By the age of 21, Andi was driving with the big dogs.

Recently, Andi moved to Aurora Bay as a means to figure her life out. It hadn't been until this past year that the realization she was living a life for her brother and not herself had set in. Andi is now exploring her options through the community college, seeing where her true passion lays as she takes a step back from racing.

" SHE GOT LOYALTY, SHE SAYS 'I LOVE YOU GIRL' - I LOVE HER MORE. "

Andrea is extremely loyal to the select few she allows into her circle. She has an intense personality; mostly icing people out, until she gets to know someone better and feels she can trust them. Andrea is well aware of her looks, and tends to utilize them to her advantage. People tend to be more like jewelry to her - she'll try them on and rip them off at a moment's notice. She thrives off experiences, and is actually vastly talented in so much more than driving. Cooking, handiwork (mechanic, plumbing, all that good stuff), sewing, woodwork. Everything she picks up, she tends to master with little to no effort. This makes her easily likable, but also easily hated amongst peers. Andrea is highly competitive, and will find any opportunity to make a bet. She loves to go out to parties and clubs to dance. Not a stranger to drugs and alcohol, she's down to try anything once. Twice if she deems it okay. She came from nothing, so she's very resourceful and doesn't understand the need for excess spending. Though, it's not a problem if someone wants to blow their money on her. Andrea is witty, though she doesn't see herself in that light. She loves Y2K and her everyday look is the equivalent to Maddy from Euphoria honestly. Though she has an interest in 'girly' aesthetics, Andrea has no issue with getting her hands dirty and her personality is more tomboyish than anything else. She's definitely someone you want on your side in a fight, or if you're heading out for the night to have fun. She currently is anti-relationships due to a fear of getting too close to people and them leaving (via trauma from brother's death). She has a golden heart, but cold hands. Loves slurpees, cheesy action films, and butterfly clips. Would love to finally get through a full book, but easily gets bored.

[juddygirl]

Hii! So idk if you take prompts (I’m sorry if you don’t 😅) but I love your writing and I’m in a mood so here I am 🥲. I heard this lyric “why should I care what happens to me” and I just feel like there’s a Maxiel fic in there somewhere. Angsty but comfort. I’m hearing a deflated Daniel say the lyric in my mind, maybe racing related? Max maybe being clueless but overtime catches that something’s bothering Daniel? Lyric is from AMY’S GRAVE by Aries btw.

Just wanted to drop this idea somewhere, maybe you also have an idea about the prompt? If not, no worries! ✨

Hi, lovely anon ❤️

I will from now on. I saw this last night before going to bed and I thought about it. So here's my take on it, based on this song

Regret isn't just a feeling, to Daniel it has a smell, very much associated with Barcelona, the sea, the tires, the dry air, the new laundry detergent. Regret sounds anything like Max and Christian voice. It was sounded like Cyril, Nico, Esteban, now it's Zak, Andrea, and Lando. It has a bitter taste that lingers in his mouth every time he sees Max with her. Regret his shape like the 2022 Red Bull, it wears the one proudly.

He thought that maybe the fourth time is the charm. But what he feared turns out to be true. The new car isn't suited for his driving. The fans called it before he could. He hates that they are right.

He's told everyone on his team to fuck off and leave him alone, kindly of course, because Daniel Ricciardo can't get properly angry. There is still a brand to sell. It's never done better since Monza last year. At least this is working.

He's alone in his motor home. He's turned the TV off, tried to find an app that can distract him but nothing really works. The only thing on his mind is regret. He regrets leaving Red Bull, obviously. He could have maybe been world Champion by now or at least helped Max get there. Instead, it was Checo. He's a legend there is no denying it. Max said it. And Daniel wished it was his name coming out of his mouth.

He'd been a fool to believe they would be fine once he left the team. They'd remain friends, but nothing more than that. Not the lovers Daniel had hoped they could be once they wouldn't be mixing work and personal life. Max tried, maybe not enough to make it work. Daniel grew resentful, and angry, not with Max but with everything else and they grew distant.

Then Daniel learns Max has a girlfriend. She's here on the tracks a lot, at his home too. he sees it all over instagram, he hates it.

He thinks about Abu Dhabi, his own shitty race, watching Max cross the finish line first, feeling torn between so fucking proud and so fucking devasted. He never doubted Max could do it, he rooted for him, he always will. But Max is getting everything he wants and deserves, none of those things include Daniel. All Daniel was able to give him then, at this moment, on what must have been the best day of his life, was a lousy side hug and a smile.

Maybe he would have given more, maybe this would have changed things. But there's no going back in the past, there is regret, and instragram posts of Max in Brazil for Christmas, Miami for the New Year, a bouquet of red roses for valentine's day and love declarations that nearly made Daniel throw up.

He should retire, at the end of this year, move on from racing. The sports seemed to have moved on from him already. He could move to L.A, shift to an acting career? Maybe his friends in the business could hook him up with an agent and stuff?

He jolts when the door of his motor home opens. He wants to yell at whoever has barged in annonced but closes his mouth when he sees Max. He doesn't ask if he can come in and invites himself. He holds a beer out for Daniel, and seats next to him.

"You didn't answer my texts." Is all that he says.

Daniel didn't mean to be rude when he just left him a blue thumb up on his hope you've arrived in Aussie, merry Christmas, happy new year, are you in Monaco next Sunday?. Daniel doesn't have any real excuse, the truth is that it hurts to reply because there would have been more texts, more conversation where he casually mentions his girlfriend without realizing this is another stab to Daniel's heart.

"Yeah, I know." He shrugs. "Why are you here?"

"Michael said it didn't go well, and I care, so cheers cunt."

"I don't, why should I care what happens to me?"

Max gives him a side glance. He's never known Daniel like this. He hates it. He doesn't know what to do. He's never done well with talking about feelings. Neither is Daniel, really.

It feels like old-time when he hugs him. It's short and sweet. It feels like the good old Red Bull days when he was having fun. He misses Daniel, so much. Not just as a teammate, he thinks about him, a lot. To the point that he had to face reality, that the only person he wanted to celebrate his championship with was him. It felt wrong to be with someone else. Every day he thought about that side hug. He put too much thought into it, he tried to find meaning. Why hug him like it was just another win and yet look at him like he's the sun?

He's had countless fights about this with her. She hates how he always seemed distracted. Being a World Champion should have been fun, it shouldn't make you ache for the old days, for a time where you were crownless but happy because he was there, a joke away from making you laugh. She doesn't like humour and takes way too many photos, mostly of hers, sometimes of him. She spreads their lives all over the internet for the world to see how happy they are. He asks her to try and keep it to a minimum. They fight about it. They faught about it, because he has had enough. He asked her to leave. He's sorry for the little girl, he cared about her, but he can't live a lie. It's too much. He should enjoy his life a World Champion, you'll never know when someone can steal your crown.

Max should tell him that he misses him, that he will care if Daniel doesn't want to, take a little bit of the weight off of his shoulder. But Max is not good with words, and not very good at expressing his feelings. So he kisses him, unexpectedly, too hard and awkwardly.

"What about her?" Daniel asks.

"She's not here anymore, she's not you."

It's enough, for now. He'll ask question later, really question his future once the season will have started. For now they just need this. For now the thing he cares about is there, almost siting on his laps and kissing him. For now Barcelona tastes like victory.

[shasta-reese]

Finale Part 2 (6x20)

Alright, continuing the 2-hour finale. I wanted to do one post for the whole finale but the 6x19 commentary was already too long so here we are if anyone actually reads my long rants in their entirety I applaud you and thank you. So for real this time, one last ride:

- Welp Lillian is officially dead. It's a sad death like she's obvs a bad guy cuz like she did attempt to commit alien genocide a few times but I also never wanted her to die. Maybe I'm just too attached to Brenda Strong but I also just didn't want Lena to lose another parent no matter how terrible they were. I would've liked her end to be like in season 3 (I think, or was it S4 idk), in jail for life but Lena still went to visit her and play chess.

- Lillian's death to me is marginally better than Shadow Weaver's death (if ya'll watched She-ra) cuz Shadow Weaver never loved anything/anyone and till her last breath she never apologized for the shit she did. But Lillian in the end just wanted the best for her children and recognises that Lena can hate her if she wants for all the shit that she put Lena through her entire life. So yeah I rather she not die but I'm not overly pressed over her arc ending in death.

- Kelly may not have many lines but the few times she speaks she reminds me that she's a licensed therapist yet somehow never asked any of them to go to therapy, especially Kara and Lena. I'm joking but not really

- The hope speech was good but I don't know why but some of the wording of it just sounds weird to me. But I can't put my finger on it.

- How can Lex and Nyxly literally be fighting each other to the death one second then just turn and fight together? To an extent I get it Superfriends are their common enemy but still

- The final battle is interesting how they paired who fought who. It is a little odd to me that Nyxly in 6A was Kara's villain in a way but when it came to the rest of the season she became more of Nia's villain instead. Which is fine but just something I find a bit peculiar, and somehow Lex has become Kara's villain when we all know his obsession is actually with Superman (kryptonians as a whole I guess). I just don't like that Lex has been used for so long as a Supergirl villain when he's Superman's. but that's just a personal preference

- Also liked that James assisted Kelly rather than "saving" her, compared to Mon-el saving Kara with Lex. I know I'm probably reading into too much of this but for a show that's supposed to empower women it just doesn't sit right that Supergirl (the title character) has a man (who's she had not the best relationship with) come in and "save" her in the series finale during what's supposed to be the big final fight.

- I am going to ignore the fact that Eliza came outta fucking nowhere and just appreciate that we got Mama Danvers being badass with a shotgun. And the reference to Helen Slater playing Supergirl in the past, ngl made me chuckle

- I appreciate the sentiment of Mitch switching sides but he literally also did nothing to help them

- Kinda weird that in the wide shot with all the heroes Lena and Andrea are not in frame, like you could even see Eliza at the back but Lena isn't? Odd choice but okay

- And here we have the most anticlimactic final battle I've ever seen, just such a cop out ending tbh. I hated that's how they ended Nyxly's arc especially. They spent all season building Nyxly's character, everything she's been through and that's the best they came up with? Nyxly was already in the Phantom Zone for forever and just got sent back like it was nothing? That's fucking terrible, the fear on her face (and Kara's) when the portal opened was heart breaking and she got sent back to the place where she suffered eternally. She's a fucking terrible person for sure but even she didn't deserve that. Lex, I don't give two shits about cuz we know if he got arrested again he would've still done shit like before so it was either death or Phantom Zone I guess. But I thought for sure after showing us Nyxly interacting with Esme last ep, she would've gotten the "villain but can be redeemed" treatment but apparently it seems like they ran out of time. It wouldn't have been the first time Supergirl has redeemed a villain, with Psi and Livewire. One of the things I don't understand is what was Nyxly's motive even to destroy the universe, it would've been more reasonable to have her goal to be collect the totems for the All Stone and finally take revenge on her father. Because we've seen that Nyxly doesn't particularly aim to harm innocents, just those that are in her way to get the totems so her wanting to destroy the world when she gets the All Stone just doesn't make sense.

- It would've been better if they played the "revenge won't bring you peace" shtick and empathising with Nyxly that yeah she's had a shit life and dealt a shitty hand but taking out her revenge on the world wouldn't just make her hurt and anger go away. She realises that they're right. Then send her to some magic proof jail and she gets rehabilitated and heal from her trauma.

- But we didn't get that and they just sent a woman who's been hurt her whole life back to the place where she suffered most. Nice

- I posted about this before but does William not have any living family? Why is he being buried in National City when he really only came here for a job? Rip William, we truly knew nothing about you and you deserved better than this.

- I really don't like that they decided to bring the DEO back. It had so many problems, they put aliens away without trail or jury for what seems like until they die, its part of the government which we all know means shady shit is bound to happen. Just so many problems. I would've preferred if they stayed independent and cooperate with the government rather than under the government. Did the entire Season 4 plot teach any of you anything!?!? Or even just start your own organisation without the government would've been better honestly.

- Alright for real tho does ANYONE know what the fuck the Lena Luthor Foundation even is? Like what does it do???? No one has ever explained it. Nice of Andrea to open a journalism school in William's name, its honestly the least she could do. Also just a sidenote, Lena just standing at the side with Andrea while Andrea is giving her speech, lowkey gives me "proud wife of the founder" vibes, kinda hilarious lmao

- Dreamer having an LGBTQ+ outreach centre is gonna make me cry again dammit

- I'm not gonna say much about the whole Mon-el never coming back thing cuz I know there are nice karamel shippers and I don't wanna be insensitive or disrespectful but I'm glad they made a solid statement that their relationship has run its course. I get why there are people who still ship them because when I watch back some S2 scenes they're good together but for me personally the bad things just outweighs the good and personally I see S2 Kara and Mon-el as more of a playful friendship but the writing just made Mon-el into a douche and turned their relationship sour

- I know Brainy isn't gonna leave but fuck this goodbye still make me tear up :'( (on a lighter note, I wonder if it felt weird for Nicole to kiss Jesse with the green make up on lol)

- Also how come Brainy didn't have a goodbye with the others? like they've know Brainy just as long they are family at this point and at the moment they think that Brainy is going to the future to merge with the Big Brain and fucking CEASE TO EXIST HOW IS NIA THE ONLY ONE UPSET HERE?! Where is his honorary sibling, Lena? Kara, Alex, they were basically his sisters. How was there only an emotional goodbye from everyone when Brainy is quite literally walking to what is essentially his DEATH??!! this literally just occurred to me, wtf?

- the moment has come...CAT GRANT BABEEE! Honestly her appearance single-handedly made me forget all the terrible writing in the first half of this episode. I love the fact that Cat called her to rant and almost didn't tell Kara the reason she called because she was too wrapped up in why she hates people, oh Cat its so nice to have you back even for just a moment. I wanna headcanon that this is a semi-regular occurrence that Cat just calls Kara regardless of what time it could be in National City just to rant/vent, that is now a headcanon you cannot change my mind.

- That mini panic that Kara has when Alex walks in to her apartment is adorable.

- Damn, that last Danvers sisters couch scene....

- NOW FOR THE WEDDING

- I saw someone else also mentioning this but who are all these people attending this wedding? Alex's friend circle isn't exactly large so I will just assume that they could be DEO co-workers, Kelly's military friends and social co-workers. Cuz let's be real we haven't seen any of them actually talk to anyone outside the Superfriends

- I am always happy to see a parent who admits that they weren't perfect and owns it. So glad to see that Alex and Eliza relationships seems to be getting better. Also Esme is just the most adorable child

- Am I the only one wondering where is Kelly's mom? Apparently according to the Arrowverse wiki she's still alive so...? or they couldn't cast a person in time due to Covid or some other reason? They seem to have a good relationship with her from what they say. Guess we'll never know. But I digress it was a sweet sibling moment between the Olsen sibs

- I haven't seen the clip of Lena and Winn entering the wedding venue before.😂😂 Why do they both look so fucking miserable?😂😂

- Okay Brainy clearly watched way too many movies and decided that yes this is my movie moment and did the most rom-com entrance. 😂😂 I love him so much. Him and Nia deserve all the happiness in the world <3

- The vows were beautiful, the outfits impeccable, just amazing. (Alex's hair could've been better but I digress)

- Esme's lil moment with her uncle Jimmy was sweet :)

- Lmao they really had Lena be like "I just lost my second mother and became a two time orphan, would you two fine ladies like to adopt me pls🥺". Smart choice honestly for making Lena the godmother cuz as the last remaining Luthor I will assume she just inherited a shit ton of money on top of the shit ton of money she already had 😂

- Wish there was at least one slow dance but it was also nice seeing the cast having fun and then probably crying once they yelled cut.

- Look we all knew that Cat Grant knew, its no surprise but it's nice that they made it canon. Cat Grant pep talks are top notch man. Bi......furcated, are you fukcing kidding me, so close, we were so close

- I just love that Cat Grant is always the one to push Kara and encourage her to dive but for some reason they've made it so that Lena's words to Kara is the final thing that pushes Kara to finally make the decision. It happened when Kara became a reporter and its happening again with Kara becoming her true self void of dual identities.

- Katie saying "hey, you" causes me to react in a way it shouldn't 😳

- I love how well Lena can read Kara. She approaches first playfully but once she sees Kara is actually troubled she immediately switches gears and comforts her

- The entire Kara/Lena conversation honestly says more than what is actually being discussed. Because out of everyone Lena is the person that Kara has this talk with, and empathises with her. And at the very end of their conversation its clear that these two are each others person, they better each other and push each other to grow in the way that parallels Alex and Kelly's relationship. They are there for each other and never try to fix one another but just be there for them and help them figure things out. The amount of faith and trust that these two have for each other is unmatched. And it is an absolute shame that these two will go down as one of the biggest queerbaits in history rather than the one of the most solid wlw slow burns. Truly shame on the CW and WB to have let this once in a lifetime ship slip through their fingers and tarnish their reputation even more to many members of the LGBTQ+ community.

- Random note, Katie's eyes are absolutely piercing during that scene, idk if that was due to lighting or the dark eye make up but it felt like she was looking into my soul.

- One final game night, I'm just glad that everyone was there looking so carefree and happy with nothing bad hanging over their heads

- One very small nitpick I have is that I would've loved it even more if Cat Grant at the very end introduced Kara as Kara Zor-el/Kara Danvers rather than Supergirl but I get what they were going for

- But I digress the first time I saw that very last shot with Kara smiling at the camera I sobbed because she looked so light and truly happy and that's all that any of us can ask for a character's ending is that they are happy.

And that is the official end of Supergirl. I know it wasn't the finale that many of us hoped for but I am satisfied that all the main characters got happy endings. It still doesn't feel quite real but I know that next week when I open tumblr or twitter and see no new updates on Supergirl it will hit me full force and I will sob again because yes in many ways this was a shit show but it was ours and we cared for it. And so did the actors and the crew, its such a shame that it didn't reach its full potential but it was still good in ways that I don't think any of us will ever forget. In a strange way I don't think I'll miss the show in its entirety but I will miss the characters, I will miss this cast being together, I will miss how I feel when I watch this show (obviously the good moments only). I can't wait to see the other projects that this cast will be involved in because they are truly a very very talented cast and this show didn't give them nearly enough opportunities to showcase their talents. And I think that's it, if you've read this entire thing, thank you for being my first true fandom experience. For the very last episode commentary of Supergirl.

Goodbye.

[shortyisweird9]

'Lonely ghost serie'

Proposition and Accord-part VII

"Ghoooost! Good noon!"

"Hello!"

You opened your eyes slowly, barely awake from the deep sleep you had. The grogginess in your voice shadowed by the abnormal deepness of the voice changer.

"Hey, ghost."

"Corpse! Always pleased to hear you."

"Always ,ey?" Toast picked what you said in a more suggestive tone, teasing you with it.

"Cut it ,man."

You didn't bite on the trap however.

" Anyway, mind if I bring a friend?"

"Of course!"

"Sure why not."

"Okay,brb."

"So ,Corpse..."

"To early for that ,Toast."

Near the white astronaut Ghost had, a new little one came. It was black with a pair of headphones and a Wall-e companion. On top the name Charon was displayed.

The others started circling the new mate as Corpse's pink character stood unmoved by your side.

"Good evening!" A low and mature voice came from a woman. It didn't had a mechanical effect to it so it was coming in naturally.

"Hiiiii!"

"Hello!"

"Guys this is Andreea, Andreea this is the Peanut gallery."

"Ha,nice. Good to meet you all."

"Likewise."

"You too."

"Your robot is cute." Corpse remarked.

You smirked when your phone immediately lighted up. A message from Andreea written in big bold letters: 'HIS VOICE IS HOT!'

'I know :)))'

"Andreea , you know how to play this game?"

"Y-Yeah ummm..."

"Sykkuno."

"Sykkuno! Yeah, I know me and Y- I mean ghost sometimes play it. "

"You play together?"

"Well yeah, we play Fallout together, sometimes Minecraft even Eyes the horror game. Speaking of which ghost?"

"Yeah?"

"My place tonight?"

You smirked knowing what's to come.

"Time to corrupt another soul?"

You laughed was intentionally made to be interpreted by the others as evil and dark. In the inside you cringed, you sounded so stupid.

"Umm,guys?" Sykkuno asked for clarification, to which he will not receive.

"YOU GUYS LIVE IN THE SAME CITY?" Pooki asked all excited for some reason.

"Yeah?"

"Same city? We leave in the same apartment building." Andreea told ,a pleasant hiss rang as her long nailed hands opened a Pepsi can.

'Cola is better'

'Fuck off, Y/n'

':))🖕'

"That's so cute!"

"I guess,but she's a pain."

"A pain? Moi? Please, I am only in pain not one."

The others chuckled at your shenanigans, the humour between you and Andreea being based in play fighting, cursing each other and bumping as hard as you can into each. Considering how much of a height difference is between you two, everything just gets more interesting.

"Maan,I want to stay in the same building with you guys also." Corpse pouted.

You two sounded really nice to be with, especially you. You were fun to talk witg and your natural voice was a godsend to his anxiety and insomnia. It made him sometimes slip into a blissful sleep,especially when you began reading to him Doom lore in the late hours of the night.

' "The Maykrs' need for the Essence is prime. Without it they must suffer the monstrous fate of Transfiguration, and see their wisdom and faculties slither from their twisted forms. By bidding of the Khan Maykr herself, the Order of the Deag has devised a method to improve and accelerate the production of the Hell aura. What once took eons for the savage beasts to attai...oof. Wait."

Corpse heard you move in the bed, your body getting its pressure off it before settling back in.

He wanted to start to ask you to read again when he was interrupted by the sound of smooching ? You were kissing somebody?

You puffed and smiled as Sergiu bombarded you with another waves of kisses, a tradition in your group. You all were touched starved creatures so you showed your platonic affections through hand holding, sudden hugging, cuddling- sometimes propping your cold feet on the other person's back just to be dickish- and rains of kisses.

Sergiu was the most affectionate out of all of you, the rain of kisses being something that his mother used to do before she left to work. 'A kiss on the forehead to brighten your thinking, two on the cheeks so no one is lonely and one wherever you want.'

"Alright! Alright! I get it, you are leaving!"

You laughed as you pushed the cuddly golden retriver of a man away.

His chains attached to his black leather belt with grey 3d rombes running all over it clicked as it bounced. His hair smudged on the worn out black leather jacket and his face all but a smile. He was happy and you love to see it.

-Vrei ceva? ("You want something?")

-Umm...PIZZA PĂTRATĂ DE LA DEDEMAN ȘI MOUNTAIN DEW.("Um...SQUARE SHAPED PIZZA FROM DEDEMAN AND MOUNTAIN DEW.")

The man laughed at your antics, roughing up your freshly washed hair and closing the door as he left.

"Corpse? You still there buddy?"

Corpse felt a pang in his chest, you sounded like you have much more fun with the other person. He knew it was stupid but he couldn't help feel jealous and worried at the same time. He wanted to be the reason to make you sound so happy and he didn't want to be worried of being replaced anytime soon.

"Corpse? My petit orchid? Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah,I am fine."

It came out shaky and too abrupt for your liking. Something's wrong and you didn't want to overstep your boundaries but you couldn't let him go about his day while having something munching on his good mood.

"Hey,hey Corpse."

"Yes?"

"Wanna see my cat?"

"YOU HAVE A CAT?"

"Yes,so do you..."

"Hell yeah. I mean...sure I am cool with that."

You shook your head and became giggling, it's good to know you weren't the only one who didn't know how to cover their slip ups.'

"Trust me Corpse. You don't want to live with this anxiety filled owl."

"HEY! My anxiety adds spice."

"Oh my god!"

"Guys, guys. Can we start the game please?"

"Oh for sure."

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"Watch out for the wall, ghost. Watch out for--GHOST! Oh shit ,I lost her guys! Ghost, where are you?"

His character ran in desperate search to find you. When it left the snowy environment from outside , it stopped abruptly. You were there in the office with Sykkuno ripped apart body in front of you.

"Oh shit! Sykkuno!"

His thoughts ran wilde as they hurried to reach a consensus. He knew that you will probably kill him also as you waited for those 10 seconds to pass.

His premonition was proven true went you shut the doors of the office , your character moving slowly towards him.

"Ahhh! Guys ,what the hell do I do?"

His eyes clenched shut as his finger hovered the report button.

The sound of a meeting went off,forcing him to let out the breath he's been withholding. His hands shook as he relaxed himself when his friends started discussing aka screaming at each other.

Someone else called in another body.

You held your fingernails between your lips, leg bouncing from the nerves. You knew Corpse will snitch you out,after all you did killed Sykkuno.

I am so fucked...

Your body covered in a white and black hoodie contorted itself into a smaller position.You ignored the pain that your dead thighs were trying to emit while being in a cross position. Head to busy with anxious thoughts of what Corpse may do.

"Phew, Jesus. I am too nervous for this game."

Andreea's words caught you off guard. She nervous? It's more likely than you think.

Your feelings long forgotten as your protective nature sprung out of the shell.

"You? Nervous? Andreea you are a freaking talented tattoo artist."

"It doesn't matter, my hands are sweating like they are the Danube river."

"Wait ,are you a tattoo artist?"

"Yeah ,I am. I started tatto--"

Mission accomplished! Your goal wasn't to comfort, you knew you sucked at that but to distract. To take her mind away from whatever cause her pain ,then to secretly totally not obviously attack the shit of whatever upset her even bad vibes. Fuck them bad vibes! You and your friends are bad bitches not second hand embarrassments.

"It will be nice if I could do henna also but this hoarding gremlin was only calm enough when she did them. So basically it became her summer job."

Ah. Your mind realised she was telling them how you two met.

You wanted to get some henna tattoos, see if you liked the way the look at you. Andrea was just a beginner when you entered the tattoo shop and her life.

You weren't always an anxious person,the situation changed when your math teacher decided to be a bitch and humiliate you for not knowing geometry. Since then you were always out of breath when you spoke in public, always bouncing your leg when stressed , biting off your nails and having a constant dread when it came socialising with others. And when you are a big girl that amplifies considerably.

People are just shallow like that and you learned a long time ago that their intolerance towards you was a THEY problem rather than a YOU problem.

It's hard thought, sometimes their words and disgusted glares burn you from inside out. Make you feel inhuman ,that your anger,sadness and your passion don't mean anything ,that they are not valid, that you cannot be yourself and liked at the same time nevermind seen as a romantic interest.

But I digress, when it came with Andreea ,everything when abnormally smooth, you joked and laughed, bitch about people and so on. You hit off immediately.

So when you wanted to make a bit of cash ,Andreea didn't hesitate to teach you how to do temporary tattooing.

"That's so nice guys,the body was in specimen room by the way." Dave said.

The others for some reason started blaming Rae , you didn't said nothing as you were still waiting with your breath tight for Corpse to rat you out.

"Corpse? Where were you by the way?"

Here comes the expose.

"I ..uh...wait. I was in the storage then I met Sykkuno in the office but left with ghost."

What?

"Ghost? Can you collaborate his story?"

"Yeah , me and him left Sykkuno. I think orange was with him last time we saw. I am done with my tasks by the way."

"What?"

"LUDWIG! HOW DARE YOU KILL SYKKUNO?!" Corpse growled.

You muted yourself as you squealed. You couldn't believe him. He really took your side!

You took a sip of your green tea, patting yourself on the back for being calm and getting back in the game.

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"How could you ,Corpse? I trusted you and you stab me behind my back." Sykkuno exclaimed, pout evident in his voice.

"I am sorry Sykkuno..i-it's just...I...uhh.."

Your microphone was not muted this time so when you burst in laughter you dominated the whole discussion. You laughed ugly but happy as you always did, holding your lower abdomen as it clenched muscle you didn't know you have.

"It's NOT funny, ghost!"

"It'S nOt FuNnY, GhOsT! Bwahaha..."

Despite laughing ,deep down you worried you may have offended your new friends? Nah, too early to call them that.

"I think I know why Corpse did what he did." Grease started in a dramatic sober voice.

"You mean cheated on Sykkuno."

Ludwig ignited couple of laughter from the group.

"Yeah. He did it....drumb rolls please. "

Sean provided the suspenseful roll.

"Because he is a SIMP."

"WHAT?"

"No way..."

"You heard me."

The group went wilde. You didn't know what you could say, your mind crazy yet also numb. Poor Corpse.

"Hey, hey. Guys, please calm down. If you want to come for someone, come for my neck."

Your hands flared up into a peaceful backing sign, you knew of Corpse's bad anxiety and you didn't want to cause him distress by bringing the limelight into his face.

"It's alright, ghost. I am a big boy, I can take it."

You tried to keep it short, you really did but your mind wanted to say one more thing.

"Just like you can open foil?"

You heard a breath intake. You lowered your volume, thinking of what he may do.

"I FUCKING HATE FOIL!"

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"Tonight was fun." Corpse said after taking a sip of water.

"Yeah, it was."

You watched your dark hair moving in the air as you played with your toes.

"Sorry again for bringing all the...uh...attention on you."

"It's fine,ghost. I know you didn't mean it."

"Y/n."

"What?"

"My name is Y/n."

Ah!

His heart jumped a bit ,you told him your name that means you trust him right. Lily doesn't know your name so he is the first to know. The first to guard this special information.

"Ghost was kinda wearing down,you know?"

"Y-yeah,...uhh..I mean no! Yes? No? Fuck...It's a pretty name,um...Y/n."

You haulted, getting used to him saying your name will take a while.

"Heh,thanks Corpsie."

"Mhmmm, did you have time to think about what I told you?"

Couple of nights ago,Corpse proposed the idea of starting your own Youtube channel. You were hesitant.

"Corpse, I told I don't think people really like me. I think they just like the voice."

"Non sense. You watched our stream?"

"Noo...? Sorry,I didn't really have time to..."

"Hey, it's okay goofball. Anyway,they were asking more videos with you. Maybe some of them like you because of your voice but most of them like you because they like your personality, gh- Y/n."

"Yeah, I guess..."

"Look you don't have to do it if you don't want to. I just feel bad for all the fans that want to talk with you or sometimes I found something funny and I want to send you or tag you. It's stupid I know."

You didn't like the sad tone of his, your heart tightened and your worries worsened.

"I think I am going to sleep. Goodnight, ghost."

"'Night,Corpse."

You were left in the darkness of your room, at the end of the bed with your long fingers reaching towards your knife, your personal fidget spinner. You chew your nail as you moved the blade unconsciously.

Corpse's account:

.ghost added you. Add them back?

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Hey,guys!💖💖

Hope you like the seventh part of the serie. I almost went into a writing block with this one.

Anyway, have a nice day!💗💗

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[babygirlkiki1016]

Dead in the water

Me and Dean sat on the edge of the bed like two teenagers in trouble as Sam was pacing the room, trying to think on what he should say. Finally he stops and looks at the both of us with his arms crossed.

"So let me get this straight, you tell her you wanna wait till she's eighteen but then you decide screw it?"

"....Sammy-" Dean begins to say but Sam cuts him off.

"Dean if your gonna be with her then you can't have sex till she's eighteen."

"Your ove- wait...what? So hold on your ok with this?"

"Yeah, I mean it was gonna happen sooner or later. It's hard for you to stay away from a beautiful lady anyways." I blushed at Sam's comment.

"Well that's new." Dean mutters and he grabs a lock of my hair, making me look over at him.

"What?"

"Your hair it's pink and purple."

"So two emotions at once? I'm guessing pink is love....and purple is fear. So your nervous and feeling loved at the same time!" Sam grabs his laptop and begins taking even more notes.

"Aren't you guys afraid if me?....I mean this isn't normal, don't you guys think I'm a monster or something?" I wondered, was I a monster? Is this what happened to me years ago? Is this what dad was talking about, about how he didn't trust John because...something happened to me?

"Well you certainly have powers, but you can't control it besides you don't know what's going on."

"And you haven't killed anyone." Dean adds.

"But why is this happening now? When I was at home none of this was happening....maybe I should call dad..."

"No, we can't risk him finding us, the next time you call him he'll probably be ready....and I don't want you to go..." Dean admits, while scooting closer, I could tell he wanted to kiss me.

"You two get a room! Wait no, don't do that." Sam laughs, "Alright love birds we need to get back to the subject at hand." He starts researching about the case we're working on, Dean was still staring at me. "Dean!" Sam yells, catching his attention. "Day dream later, work now, you need to take Y/n to get a few things."

"Like what?" He asked.

"Tattoo, gun that kind of stuff, if she's gonna be a hunter then she needs to have the supplies."

"W-Wait what tattoo?" I stutter and Dean points to the pentagram on his chest.

"It's so we don't get possessed, don't worry I'll be there with you."

"Ok, and a gun? I mean why not just use the ones we already have in the back of the impala?"

"Cause you need your own, one that you can carry with you at all times." Dean gets up, puts his shirt back on then grabs the keys to baby. "C'mon we'll get you prepared while Sam does his nerdy thing." I chuckle and follow after him, while grabbing his hand to hold it. He didn't even question it, he pulled me in and kissed my lips, making me yearn for more. Sadly the kiss didn't last long, if we stood there any longer Sam probably would've come out. When we got in the car, the whole drive to the tattoo parlor we were jamming out to eye of the tiger. Which I was still humming it while I was sitting in the chair getting the pentagram on my (wherever you decide to put it.)

"That's a pretty good spot." Dean commented, as he sat next to me.

"Thank you." I grinned, he smiled but it slowly faltered over time, making me grab his hand, squeezing it. "You ok?" I asked worriedly.

"...What happened at the motel can't happen again." He didn't even look at me it was like he was ashamed, did he regret what we did?

"Why not?" He didn't answer, I grabbed his chin and made him face me. Sighing he scoots closer as he lowers his voice.

"Your seventeen Y/n...."

"So? We only have (how many months until you birthday.) I'm technically eighteen already."

"One I don't wanna get arrested and two, we met about about three weeks ago. Don't you think we're moving a little to fast?"

"According to Sam you bone a girl on every case, or at least try to, and your saying it's a little to fast?"

"Good point, but....I just want you to be sure this-" He points to himself, as if himself was a problem. "-is what you want."

"....You are what I want, if you weren't I wouldn't have kissed you. Although if you wanna wait....I respect your decision." That made him smile, he leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Thank you, now I believe your tattoo is done." I looked down at it, it was sexy as hell. After we payed for it, we went on the road again. When we crossed over the bridge I asked Dean if we could stop to see the lake and look at the sunset. Hesitantly he agreed and pulled over, I got out excitedly. The lake was a dark blue mixed in with pink and orange from the sun, it made me sad to think it was gonna be gone soon.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

"Not as beautiful as you." Dean flirted making me blush as he pulled me closer by the waist. He started to lean in, those rough lips covering my soft ones.

"I thought we couldn't do this again."

"I meant almost having sex, kisses are something we can definitely do." He smirked and leaned back in again, and as his lips brushed against mine his phone rang. Angrily he sighed and answer it, it was probably Sam.

"What? No we're not!" The look on his face made me giggle as he looked over at me. He started moving his hand, pretending it was Sam who talks to much. "We'll be there in twenty minutes Sam, we still gotta get a gun. Sam, Sammy we're fine....alright we'll be there as soon as we can. Mhm ok bye."

"He's certainly a talker huh?"

"It's a nightmare on how much he can talk...now where were we? Oh yeah I remember." He pulled me back to his side. "Might as well steal as many kisses I can get before we head back to the kiss police." He smirked and smashed his lips against mine once more as his arms wrapped around me. This time it wasn't just a normal kiss, I fought for dominance, my tongue asking for entry. Biting his lip he pulled back, "Y/n keep doing that and I just might say screw it again.." As he said that he slipped from my grasp. "No I promised myself I can wait...c'mon let's get back to Sam." Sighing in disappointment I got back in the car, I guess he's really serious about this.

~~

"I found something." Sam says as we sit next to him. "So there's the three drowning victims this year."

"Any before that?" I wondered.

"Uh, yeah." Sam has a browser window open to The Lake Manitoc Tribune. "DROWNING TAINTS ICE FISHING FESTIVAL." It says, he clicks, and another browser window comes up, again The Tribune: 12-YEAR-OLD Girl DROWNS IN LAKE, Second drowning in 6 months at Lake Manitoc. "Damn, so six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace."

"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean jokes as he grabs a beer, he hands the both of us one.

"Dean no." Sam tries to take it away from me.

"Aww c'mon Sammy one beer won't hurt." Dean winks at me, both of the boys stare at me as I take a sip without any reaction. "See what'd I say? She's fine."

"So this whole lake monster theory." I try getting them back on track. "It, it just bugs me."

"Why?" Sam looks at me in confusion.

"Loch Ness, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." Sam looks at the Tribune homepage once more.

"Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." Sam states as he scrolls to the comments section of an article, I point to one.

"Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?" I remember that name, I thought, it's so familiar. Sam reads from the page.

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May." Sam clicks a link, opening a new page. "LOCAL Man IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT." The picture loads and it shows a police officer with Lucas. "Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued." Sam clicks the picture for a better look, then scratches his head. "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

"That kid must be so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over....." I felt bad, but so far Lucas is our only lead, hopefully he'll help us. We headed to the park planning to talk to Lucas who was our only witness. Kids are laughing and playing as Andrea sits on a bench and watches her kid. Who is at another bench coloring and playing with toy soldiers.

"Can we join you?" Sam asks and Andrea looks up.

"I'm here with my son." She says as I spot Lucas and so does Dean.

"Oh. Mind if we say hi?" Dean asks, and he lightly grabs my arm signaling for me to come with.

"Why are you bringing me with you?"

"Cause of he doesn't talk, then hopefully you can convince him." We approach Lucas, who's drawing a picture.

"How's it going?" Dean kneels down next to the bench where Lucas is coloring, when Lucas doesn't even look up, Dean picks up one of the toy soldiers.

"Oh, I used to love these things." Dean imitates guns and explosions, I chuckle as he tosses the toy soldier down.

"I think crayons is more his thing Dean. That's cool, besides I like to draw myself, including painting." I noticed that he has a pile of drawings on the bench. Dean takes a look, the top one is of a big black swirl, the second one is of a red bicycle.

"Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if we sit and draw with you for a while?" Dean asks, he picks up a crayon. "I'm not so bad myself."

"Oh really?" I ask.

"Yea I'm a pretty good artist."

"Mhm...we'll see." I grab a crayon and a piece of paper, and start drawing. "Can you draw a bird?"

"Oh so this is a competition? Your on."

Dean sits on the bench, picks up a pad of paper, and starts drawing. "You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something." Dean says to Lucas. "You don't think anyone will listen to you, or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake...hm?" I say, Dean sighs. "Okay, no problem. This is for you." Dean holds out to Lucas the picture he drew, it's stick figures. "This is my family." Dean points at each person in turn. "That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me, then a little birdy in the sky-" Dean stops talking as he sees my drawing, which was a lot more detailed than his.

"I thought you could draw Dean." I giggle.

"All right, so I'm a sucky artist...." Dean waits for any sign from Lucas, hoping he would chime in but nothing. "Well see you around, Lucas." Dean heads back to Sam and Andrea, I smile, he seems really good with kids, I thought.

"Here." I place my drawing next to Lucas. "You can keep it...just know of you need anything, I'm here." Him still not responding, I make my way to the others.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident." I hear Andrea say.

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry." Dean says softly.

"What are the Doctors saying?" I ask.

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." She explains.

"That can't be easy. For either of you." Sam intervenes.

"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just...when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw..."

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean smiles and looks over at me, making me roll my eyes.

"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish-" Andrea goes silent as Lucas walks up, carrying a picture.

"Hey sweetie, you ok?" I kneel and smile, he hands me the picture. "Thank you..." It's a picture of the Carlton house....

~

Me and Dean are inside the motel room, I'm sitting at the table and Dean is sitting on a bed. Sam went to the library to get some books so we were alone.

"Y/n? Here." Dean suddenly speaks, he pats the seat next to him. I slowly walk over and sit next to him.

"You ok?"

"Yeah...About earlier, on the bridge...."

"Dean..."

"It's not that I don't want to I do trust me I do...."

"Don't apologize, it's ok I understand..." He glances over at me, his eyes showed a little bit of lust. We both started to lean, this feels wrong, I thought, but yet so right. We've only known each other for a few weeks, yet I wanted him more as his lips brushed against mine. Our lips connect, making me scoot closer but Dean pulls back again.

"We can't..." Yet he kisses me again muttering over and over one more. I slipped onto his lap, straddling him while pulling closer. Before we could possibly go any farther Sam opens the door and comes in as we quickly seperate.

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie." He says, unaware of what was going on.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, Sam sits across from me and Dean.

"I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead."

"He drowned?" Dean asks.

"Yep. In the sink."

"What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else."

"Yeah, but what?"

"I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source."

"The lake, that's the source." I chime in. "Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months so whatever this thing is, it's running out of time."

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere." Sam says as Dean stands up.

"This is gonna happen again soon. And we do know one other thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton."

"Yeah, it took both his kids." Dean growls.

"I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris, is Bill Carlton's godson."

"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit."

~

We left to go to the Carlton house a s spotted Bill sitting on the bench on the dock. Sam speaks "Mr. Carlton?" He looks up, wondering who we are

"We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

"We're from the, the Department-" Bill cuts Dean off.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today."

"Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there? Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death-we think there might be a connection to you or your family." I explain.

"My children are gone. It's...it's worse than dying. Go away. Please." Realizing we weren't gonna get any where we decide to head back to the car.

"What do you guys think?" Sam ask.

"I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean guesses, Sam leans on the Impala.

"So now what?" I ask, Dean goes still "What is it?"

"Huh...." Dean is looking at the Carlton house. "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something. Y/n do you have the picture Lucas gave to you?" I nod and pull it out, the picture Lucas brought him, which is of the Carlton house.

~

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." Andrea says, we decided to give Lucas another visit hoping he'd talk to us.

"We just need to talk to him. Just for a few minutes." I plead.

"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?"

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam explained.

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all."

"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son." Dean looks at her, hoping she'll say yes. Silently she agrees leads us into Lucas room with Sam and Andrea behind us, he's coloring, toy soldiers standing around him. We enter and Dean crouches down by Lucas. "Hey, Lucas. You remember us?" I notice Lucas has drawn two more pictures of a red bicycle. "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, we need your help again." Lucas is drawing a person in water. Dean opens the house picture and puts it down in front of Lucas.

"How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me." He ignores Dean and keeps coloring. I slowly walk over and sit down in front of him. "You're scared. It's okay. I understand." Dean told him. "See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom...I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom-I know she wants me to be brave. Cause she taught me to be brave. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too...its ok if you don't want to, but I really need your help." Lucas drops his crayon and looks up at Dean then at me. He hands me a picture of a white church, a yellow house, and a boy with a blue baseball cap and red bicycle in front of a wooden fence.

"Thanks, Lucas." I smile, which he returns making me fill with happiness. After we left Andrea's house the three of us are standing infront of the Impala, Sam examining the church picture.

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean speaks.

"There are cases-going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam groans.

"It's all part of the process." I chime in. "Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?"

"You mean magically?" Dean asked, confused.

"Yeah, I mean he might be connected but he doesn't even know...but what does the church have to do with this?"

"I don't know, but the only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Sam looks at the picture. "See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."

"Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart." Dean comments.

"Well what about the church we passed by when we drove into town?" I wondered  which the boys thought it wouldn't hurt. So we drove to the white church shaped like the one in Lucas's picture. There's a yellow house next to the church and a wooden fence near the house. When we got to the door, I knocked and a woman answered. We told her we were FBI, at first she was hesitant but eventually let's us in.

"Im sorry to mother you ma'am, but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." I ask.

"No Ms, Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." She sighs, and I notice a picture of Peter on the side table. "The police never-I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." Sam points out to Dean a number of toy soldiers on a table. Just like the ones at Luca's house, I thought, so I was right. "Losing him-you know, it's...it's worse than dying." She explained, however I felt someone staring at me, it was Dean. When we make eye contact he looks away, cheeks burning.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asks.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." Sweeny answers, I start to walk around and pick a picture off the mirror. There are two boys in the picture, one Peter with a bicycle. I read the back of the picture, the words made my eyes go wide. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy." I mutter, after the visit with Mrs. Sweeny, we decide to go talk to Bill again. "Mr. Carlton?" Sam calls out as we walk up to the house, we hear an engine roar. We run around the house to see Bill going out on the lake in his boat. "Hey, check it out." Dean says, pointimg towards the lake. We start to run to the end of the dock, yelling. "Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!"

He ignores us and keeps going, the boat was to far out, all I could see was the water rising up, making Bill's boat flip over.

~~

After the accident me, Sam, Dean, and Jake walk in the door of the police station. Andrea looks over, "Sam, Y/n, Dean." She stands up, putting the bag and a container on her chair. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"So now you're on a first-name basis." Jake says. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought you dinner."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time."

"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?"

"Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home." Lucas looks up and whines, looking stricken. He jumps up and grabs my arm, pulling and tugging.

"Lucas, hey, what is it?" I kneel down, it was like he was trying to get a message to me but couldn't form the words. "Lucas?"

"Lucas." Andrea calls.

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." I say and was about to comfort him when Andrea pulls him away from me and leads him outside. He doesn't look away from me however. Jake throws down his jacket and goes into his office. The three of us follow behind. "Okay, just so I'm clear, you see...something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill-who is a very good swimmer, by the way-into the drink, and you never see him again?" Jake summarizes, Dean glances at me.

"Yeah, that about sums it up." Dean mutters.

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible? And you're not really Wildlife Service." Dean looks surprised. "That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you three."

"See, now, we can explain that."

"Enough. Please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again."

"Door number two sounds good." Sam says but I was about to protest.

"That's the one I'd pick." After that we left, packed our stuff an left. I was pissed, there is something happening here and we're just gonna leave? The three of us are in the Impala, waiting at a traffic light. A sign says I-43 North to Milwaukee is to the left. The light turns green, but the Impala doesn't move, after a few seconds Dean turns right.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Thats what I'm wondering to. Dean, this job, I think it's over." Sam tells him.

"I'm not so sure." Dean says.

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest."

"All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?"

"Deans gotta point, I don't think this is over either." I agree.

"But why would you think that?" Sam questioned.

"Because Lucas was really scared."

"That's what this is about?" Sam groans.

"I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay." Dean agrees.

"Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?" Sam chuckles and Dean glances at Sam.

"Shut up."

~~

We arrived back at the Barr's and stood out there for at least a good five minutes.

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late." Sam asks us, Dean rings the doorbell. At that moment, Lucas opens the door, desperately afraid.

"Lucas? Lucas!" I yell but he takes off. We follow him to the hallway, water is pouring out from under the bathroom door and down the stairs. Lucas starts pounding on the bathroom door again. Dean pushes him over to Sam and I kick in the door. Lucas grabs Dean and me, so Sam runs into the bathroom and sticks his arms in the tub, trying to pull Andrea out. She is pulled back under, and Sam is struggling, so I run over and help him out. The force is strong but not strong enough, we keep pulling until Andrea is all the way out. As soon as she's out she starts coughing up water, later Andrea is sitting in the living room, dry and wearing comfortable clothing.

"Can you tell me?" Sam asks, who is sitting next to me.

"No." She answers. Dean and I were looking through notebooks on bookshelves, to see if anything that is happening would relate to the situation.

"It doesn't make any sense." She starts crying. "I'm going crazy." She puts her face in her hands.

"No, you're not. Tell me what happened. Everything." Sam pleads.

"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice."

"What did it say?"

"It said...it said 'come play with me'. What's happening?" Dean pulls out a scrapbook that says "Jake - 12 years old" and opens it, flipping pages. He closes it again, nudges me and we go over to Sam. He puts the book down in front of Andrea, open to a picture of Explorer Troop 37. "Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?"

"What? Um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures." She moves her finger over to another picture of Jake as a child, he is standing next to Peter. Dean looks at Sam, then me.

"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the Sheriff."

"Bill and the Sheriff-they were both involved with Peter." I muttered

"What about Chris? My dad-what are you talking about?" She asks, I look over to Lucas. "Lucas?" I call, he is staring out the window.

"Lucas, what is it?" Dean asks, Lucas opens the door and walks outside. We all follow him, he look determined.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea calls as he stops and looks at the ground, then at Dean. "You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean says and Andrea pulls Lucas back to the house. Dean and Sam presumably fetch shovels from the Impala, before they start digging. After five minutes later I hold out my hand.

"Here Sam, I'll take over, why don't you go inside?" He nods and heads inside after handing me the shovel, so now it's just me and Dean. It was silent for a little while, until I spoke. "So, we gonna talk about it?" Dean glances at me.

"About what?"

"...The kiss, that Sam sort of ruined." He laughs.

"Well uh...what is there to talk about?" He stops, making me stop as I walk over to him, lightly placing my hand on his. "Dean I...Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why kiss me? I mean do you...love me? Or is this just a fling." He goes silent for a second, but speaks.

"I don't know what I feel...however when I'm with you I'm happy..." I smile, I make him happy, I thought. "Y/n...I know your seventeen, but I want to be with you. So will you be my girlfriend?" Quickly I nod which makes a flower bloom on his features. He slams his lips against mine. He drops the shovel and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. Sam clears his throat while laughing silently and we pull away, both of our cheeks red. "Am I interrupting?" I chuckle and we go back to digging as awkwardness fills the air. My shovel clanks against something, and me and Dean dig with our hands, pulling out a red bicycle.

"Peter's bike." I whisper.

"Who are you?" Jake growls from behind us, pointing a gun.

"Put the gun down, Jake." I tell him.

"How did you know that was there?"

"What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried."

"I don't know what the hell your talking about."

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about." Just then Andrea runs up yelling. "Dad!"

"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit." Dean mentions.

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does." I tell Jake, he scoffs.

"Yeah, and how do you know that?"

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." Sam explains.

"Listen to yourselves, all of you. You're insane."

"I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us. But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake." Dean begs.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asks, voice shaking.

"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous."

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." Jake does. "Tell me you-you didn't kill anyone." He looks away in shame. "Oh my God." 

"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank." Jake tells us and Dean glances at Sam. "Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational."

"All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now." Dean warns, but Andrea turns her head and spots Lucas going down to the lake, she gasps. We turn to what she's looking at, "Lucas!" I yell and I run up to the dock. Lucas is leaning over the side, reaching for a toy soldier in the water. "Lucas!" Dean yells.

"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are" Andrea yells. A hand comes up and pulls Lucas into the water. The adults have reached the edge of the lake. Jake stops as Peter's head is visible, Jake recognizes him. We keep running to the end of the dock.

"Oh my God!" Andrea yells. She takes off her jacket to jump in.

"Andrea, stay there!" I say and I jump in, I could hear Andrea trying to get to Lucas.

"We'll get him! Just stay on the dock!" Sam pleads. I could see Lucas at the bottom and I swim down there to get him. He was being dragged down, I swim faster, what I didn't understand is Lucas was let go and started floating upwards. Did the ghost just let him go? That doesn't matter, I grab Lucas and swim back to the surface. I emerge while holding Lucas, who isn't moving.

~

The three of us walk out of the motel, Dean opens his car door and Sam tosses a duffel in.

"Look, we're not gonna save everybody." Sam says, he was referring to Jake who died to save Lucas.

"I know." Dean sighs.

"Sam, Dean." Andrea walks up with Lucas. "Hey." Me and Dean say at the same time. "We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road." Lucas is carrying a tray of sandwiches.

"Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas excitedly asks.

"Of course." Andrea smiles and kisses his head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car." Dean says.

"How you holding up?" I ask Andrea.

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" I sigh. "Andrea, I'm sorry, if I knew-" She silences me and shakes her head.

"You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that." I smile as Dean walks up to me with Lucas.

"All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time."

"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas laughs.

"That's right. Up high." Dean holds his hand up for a high-five. Lucas obliges, grinning.

"You take care of your mom, okay?"

"All right." The both of them leave, Dean smiles and gives me a peck on the lips, then goes around the car.

"Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road."

"Yeah yeah ok." Sam chuckled as we all got in, continuing with our adventure.

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[timeaftertime-chriscornellfanfic]

Chapter 4 - Disappearing One

Toronto Ontario Canada, January 31 1972

Andi

"But John this is crazy... there's got to be some way to explain this,"

"Cathy, just relax. Andrea's  fine see? She's in her playpen, no harm done,"

"But I swear she wasn't there a second ago,"

The sound of my mother's voice filled with worry, echo throughout the living room as my father desperately tries to explain just where I've been for the last 8 minutes. If there was a way that I could explain with actual words, since I can't quite make out full sentences yet, I would just tell my mother that I was only just upstairs but 1 year before this current time.

Yes, I know it probably sounds crazy, and completely confusing so allow me to explain.

Ever since I can remember, which is pretty far back mind you, I've somehow been able to slip through time. I still can't quite put my finger on what actually causes me to do so but it's usually only for just a few minutes. As I got older, the length of time that I would slip increased from just a few minutes, hours to eventually days and weeks, even years.

Now I know what you're thinking... "How does one slip through time?"

It should be easy to explain the process but really, unless you've experienced it yourself it's hard to explain just exactly what happens. At first it feels like the most euphoric sensation you can think of. Like you're purely at peace with yourself, like nothing else in the world means anything anymore. Then it changes to nausea and dizziness like you just drank a 40 of Jack Daniels so fast it could make your head spin. Then, just like that, everything goes black and suddenly I'm somewhere else, naked and alone, trying to find clothes, shelter anything to protect myself.

When I was younger and I would time slip, most of the time I would just end up somewhere else in the house only it could be either 30 minutes before, or as far back as actually seeing my mother pregnant with me.

Yes I have gone back in time and met myself before. It's not a regular occurrence mind you, but It's pretty much how I taught myself to pick locks when I needed to and find the right places to hide if I so happened to end up in the middle of a sticky situation. Most of the time I was alright though. Most people, when they see a naked girl on the street, they try to help as much as they can rather than the opposite so for that I'm thankful.

Now I know most people would think "Well how the hell does that happen? What about the grandfather effect, the butterfly effect and all the other effects of nature that rule against the fact that you can go back in time?"

Well to tell you the truth, I don't know. It's not something I can explain. I can only say that I've only ever been able to travel as far back within my own life time. I can't go back and see the amazing symphonies that Beethoven wrote nor, go back as far to stop World War 2.

Meeting a your future self is something that's amazing and strange at the same time. Every time it would happen, my younger self always knew it was my older self. My older self knew not to tell my younger self about the future, but gave me useful tools like lock picking so that I could protect myself. I was very careful at not disrupting anything that could alter my future for the worse. And... like I said, it was very few and far between that I met up with myself anyways.

"Cathy, I think you're just imagining it,"

"John, I know what I saw. I set Andrea in her playpen turned around to grab her bottle and when I turned back she was gone,"

My father then walks over to me, his boots thudding against the hardwood floor. He picks me up, brushing a few curls out of my face while I smile at him and he places a kiss on my little forehead. Leaning into him, I giggle, resting my head on his shoulder, my little fingers playing with the shaggy curls of his dark golden hair that rest just at his shoulders, and that familiar smell of Aqua Velva after shave filling my nostrils with delight.

"What were you up to baby girl?"

His deep voice vibrates through my little frame and all I could manage was a giggle.

"Daaaady," I manage with my little voice and he chuckles placing another kiss on my forehead.

I think for the most part, my father was in denial of the whole thing. I know it frightened him to no end at the fact that his only daughter disappears for moments at a time, with no explanation and no reasoning and then re-appears as if nothing had ever taken place.

He sets me back down in my playpen and I continue on with playing with my little stuffies without a care in the world.

"John, I think we should take her to see Dr. Fresno... maybe he can figure out what going on,"

"Cathy, she's still so young, she's only 2 years old, I don't even know if a neurologist is going to even see anything wrong,"

"Are you kidding? John, it's been happening more frequent than you realize... but wait, you're hardly ever here with us so it makes sense why you're in such denial over it,"

Oh the inevitable arguing. They argue over everything and it always seems that my father is the one to blame. My mother always bringing up the fact that he was never home, that he was always on the road travelling with his band Steel Gates - a sort of Black Sabbath/MC5 hybrid- playing bars and clubs never bringing in any real money. I for one love my father's music. It's so real and the way he can play, I swear he was like the next Tony Iommi.

"Ok well, I gotta head out here and meet the guys at The Edge... are you meeting me later on?" My father says walking away from me and towards my mother, who just stands there with her arms crossed.

"No, I have Andrea to look after,"

"I told you, you can bring her... you know she loves it when she's around the band,"

She just stands there and glances back at me with her arms still crossed, reluctant to even say goodbye to him, even if it's just for a few hours. 

With that, he hesitates for a moment, as I laugh and giggle playing with my little furry friends, then leans in to place a kiss on my mother's temple though she still doesn't look at him. He then turns and grabs his leather jacket, slipping it on as his boots thud against the hardwood floor.

"Ok, well I'll be home later on tonight," His voice deep as he heads out the door, leaving my mother watching me as I play.

******

Toronto Ontario Canada, June 13 1976

"Ok sweetie, now place your fingers here, here and... here,"

"Like this daddy?" I ask looking at the fret board of my amber burst VOS guitar with a white pick guard, my dark little curls falling in my face.

"Uh huh, now strum,"

I scrunch up my face as I try to hold the strings down with my fingers, my father sitting across from me with his own Cherry Burst Gibson SG across his lap, reaching over and helping me place my fingers where they should be. I start to strum and the oddest sound emits from the amp but once I'm able to adjust my fingers perfectly, the beautiful distortion bellows through the amp.

"Yea... alright now put them all together... like this," My father smiles as he starts to play the three chords in succession like he showed me and I follow along with him as we play together.

I had been learning to play guitar from my father for the last few months since we discovered that music seems to calm the time slip episodes down. My mother insisted that we see Dr. Fresno to see just what exactly is causing the time slips and though my father reluctantly agreed to, he did eventually see that it was a good thing that I was seen by a neurologist.

I've been diagnosed with a neurological disorder - time displacency -not an actually medical term I know but there's never been a case quite like mine before. After some testing, Dr. Fresno discovered that it's a relation to epilepsy but is also triggered by a multitude of emotions, especially if I feel stressed or anxious. It can happen either consciously or subconsciously and when it does, a seizure will take place inside my brain at the exact moment, somehow causing a time slip. At first, the doctor did prescribe medication - the type that helps with epileptic seizures - but that was no use. I was still time slipping. Possibly even worse than before.

Nothing seemed to really work until one day I was in my father's studio  - I was 5 years old at the time -and I walked up to Cherry Burst Gibson SG, and started to play with the strings while it sat on the stand. I've always loved his Cherry Burst Gibson and when he noticed just how attached I became to that guitar, he got me one of my own for my 6th birthday - well not a Gibson but it looked exactly like one - so that I could practice with him. He was amazed at how quickly I was learning Chords and strumming for only being 6 years old.

"...ok now change... good... now D...." He smiles as he watches me keep up with him though I keep my eyes glued to my fingers making sure I was changing to the right chord properly. Then he starts to improvise on his own, playing a little solo part while I continue to strum and I look up at him and laugh.

"Wait daddy wait... I wanna do that," I giggle and he smiles at me.

"Alright sweetie go ahead..." He chuckles and I attempt to try to improvise but everything sounds completely out of tune. I scrunch my face up again and stop but my father continues to urge me on.

"I'm not really good at that," I say and he chuckles a little.

"Andrea it's alright... just keep going, you'll get it," He smiles at me. We continue to play, with him teaching me some more and after a little while I hear my mother come down the stairs.

"Andrea, your lunch is ready," She calls and I set my guitar down back on it's stand beside me.

"You coming with me daddy?" I ask.

"No sweetie, you go on ahead, I've got to work on some stuff down here," He says sweetly as he sets his guitar back down on it's stand.

"Ok... um... can I come back down when I'm done?" I ask.

"Of course you can sweetie, you know that," He chuckles and pulls me into him and starts tickling me. I begin to laugh and squeal as he laughs as well, then eventually letting me go but not before placing a kiss on the top of my head.

"I love you daddy,"

"I love you too baby," 

*****

Toronto Ontario Canada,  May 15 1985

"Damn it John, I can't do this with you anymore! I told you this is it! You need to leave!"

"Babe - "

"Don't 'Babe' me. It's done! It's over now just get the hell outta here!"

It was the middle of the night and I wake from my sleep hearing voices coming from downstairs. I push the covers off me and quietly get out of bed, rubbing my eyes to rid the sleep as my dark curls fall down around me. Once I reach the hallway, I can hear my mother screaming at my father from the front door.  As much as you think you get used to hearing your parents fight, you never really do. This time though, it was different.

"Cathy just hear me out ok? It was nothing, it meant nothing - "

"No! Don't fucking touch me! I want you outta here! Just get the fuck outta here!"

I quietly sit myself down on the top of the staircase as I listen to their fight. Even though I was still half asleep, I could feel this strange feeling deep inside my chest. I could hear my father pleading with my mother but she was not giving in. There were so many times before when they fought, that I just brushed it off, not letting it affect me. They were never terribly mean to each other, such as calling each other names or anything from what I  remember, but this time like I said, was different. My mom was just letting it all out calling him everything that you could think of and it makes me wonder just what he did to make her so angry. If he did anything at all.

The strange feeling in my chest grew as he continued to plead with her but she still wouldn't give in. Moments later I hear the front door slam and my mother quietly crying. She then appears at the bottom of the stairs and as she takes a few steps she sees me sitting at the top.

"Andrea, what... what are you doing?" She asks looking away wiping away a tear. I say nothing as she looks back up at me.

"I'm sorry you... heard all that... I didn't mean to - "

"Don't mom, just don't," I say trying to hold my tears back, though I'm not sure why I'm feeling like I need to cry in the first place.

"Andrea - "

She starts but I rise from the stairs and turn to make my way back to my room.

"Andrea honey..." She says as I hear her voice breaking while she attempts to hold back her tears.

"Don't! Just leave me alone," I say, still not recognizing my own voice, hearing myself begin to cry as I hear my mother following behind me. I've never felt like this after they've argued. I've always been able to push the feeling away. Shoving it down into the pit of my stomach and only release it when I play my guitar that my father gave me. This time it's different. I can feel my chest tighten and it feels like I can't breathe.

"Andrea - "

"Go away!" I exclaim and slam my bedroom door leaving her outside in the hallway. As much as I try to will this feeling away, I can feel it growing.

Why? What is this? Why does this hurt so much?

As I feel my heart begin to pick up pace, I close my eyes, standing in the middle of my dark bedroom surrounded with posters of Black Sabbath, Aerosmith, Ramones, and Motorhead, I start to feel euphoric, almost like an adrenaline rush, then completely at peace, then suddenly I feel dizzy and nauseous, like I'm about to vomit.

"Oh god," I exhale and suddenly there's a quick flash of light and everything goes completely black.

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[connorssock]

Any character, any format. Someone is revealed to be alot smarter than anyone ever though? I doesn't have to be genious level (it can but doesnt have to) competence works too. -fan

My gut instinct was to write about Gavin here because he seems like the classic underdog who keeps getting taken for some dumb idiot. But then I wanted to mix it up a bit, see what happens when it’s not Gavin but rather Hank who is overlooked. Then this happened, hope you like it!

With These Hands

It had started off with small things. Connor taking a knock during a training exercise and landing a little funny. He’d brushed it off at the time but his systems kept insisting that a plate was out of alignment, that his chassis was no longer water tight.

“I’m afraid I will need to take some time off to visit CyberLife,” he informed Hank who cocked an eyebrow at him. “I have a mild malfunction I cannot correct myself.”

Because of course the plating had to be the one on his back, covering his equivalent of a shoulder blade which was just out of reach. It was something that someone else was going to have to help him with.

“What’s the matter?” Hank asked. Explaining it took less than a minute, during which Hank nodded, mouth pressed into a line. “Okay,” he’d said once Connor had finished, “let me have a look.”

There was no logical reason to deny him and they made their way to the men’s bathroom where they were at least afforded a modicum of privacy. With surprisingly deft and gentle hands, Hank popped the troublesome panel open and slid it back into place.

“There you go,” he patted Connor’s back with a soft smile, “wasn’t so bad, was it?”

He left and Connor got dressed quietly, pondering how Hank knew how to slide the panel back into its correct position. Humans were resourceful, had the ability to improvise and occasionally even had odds defying streaks of luck.

Only, Hank’s luck seemed to run deeper than anticipated. They were on a call, domestic fight gone from wrong to horribly wrong when a knife got involved. The android who called the police was the victim. She was bleeding severely, thirium ran from multiple wounds. Most were controlled and not life threatening but one on her arm was bleeding at an alarming rate. Connor wanted to help but his working knowledge of her model wasn’t up to date, all he could do was apply pressure over the wound and hope she didn’t run out of time before the technicians got to the scene.

“Keep applying pressure but budge up.” Hank sank to his next to them, eyes on the android. “I’m Hank, what’s your name?”

“Andrea,” came the frightened reply.

“Well, Andrea, we’re just going to have a look at your arm, okay? You might want to look away and turn your sensors off.”

Connor watched, fascinated, as Hank cut the sleeve away and took a moment to look at the arm. All the skin had receded, leaving behind a blue stained chassis. Another assessing look later, Hank’s hands were wrapping around the chassis, opening it up with steady hands and sifting through the damaged wires and components with care.

“All we need to do it apply a bit of pressure,” Hank spoke as he worked, “pinch the end of this tube here and this one here. There we go.” He sat back a little, both hands delicately holding the severed thirium lines shut. “And now we just wait for emergency services to come and they’ll take over.”

He continued to make polite conversation with Andrea, getting her to laugh a little despite the events of her evening. Once the technicians arrived, he passed the job on with ease and grinned at Connor.

“Good job,” he murmured and glanced over his shoulder at Andrea. “I don’t think she would have made it if it wasn’t for you applying pressure on the wound.”

Connor looked at him flabbergasted, he’d done nothing but Hank seemed intent on putting the rescue on him. Without being given a chance to respond, Hank was off already and looking at the scene.

It went on like that, little moments of Hank helping one android or another. Connor assumed that he’d read up on them, perhaps even did a course on basic android anatomy. It was the only explanation he could think of when he was sat on the cold table of the interrogation room, shirt off once again and Hank was teasing the fine wires of his sensor relays back into alignment.

He hadn’t meant to get shot, but that was the life of a police detective. Sometimes it was just unavoidable. At least Connor could be fixed up relatively quickly while a human would need months to recover.

“I do not understand,” Connor began and Hank looked at at his face with a hum. The screwdriver in his mouth didn’t allow for much more. “I am a relatively unknown model, how do you know how to patch me up?”

The soldering iron in Hank’s hand was steady and Connor jerked a little when feeling cam back into his thumb. At long last, Hank put the tools down and pulled the screwdriver from his mouth.

“You pick things up along the way, I guess. And it’s not so different between androids.” Hank had the audacity to shrug and put the screwdriver back in his mouth, conversation firmly over from his perspective. As much as Connor wanted to argue, that androids were not all the same on the inside, he knew that Hank wasn’t going to engage him on it.

So he let it simmer, watched from afar as Hank seemed to have a hidden well of knowledge about androids which nobody else had picked up on. He also seemed to be the one behind the small gifts androids kept finding when they needed something. A top-up of thirium on their desk, a little jar of lubricant when a joint was feeling stiff, a palette cleansing solution when a specimen just wouldn’t flush from sensors.

They were out on a call when Gavin was assigned his new partner, a never before seen RK900. By pure chance, they were sent on a call not far from where Hank and Connor were almost immediately. Which was how they heard the radio call go through.

“Officer down, I repeat, officer down,” Gavin’s voice was steady but strained.

It took less than 3 minutes for Hank and Connor to be at their location where Gavin was hunched over the RK900, his hands covered in blue.

“What happened?” Hank was asking even as he settled on the ground next to them, hands already pushing a thirium soaked jacket out of the way.

“Suspect tried to get away in a car, wanted to do away with us. Nines shoved me out of the way but the car still clipped him.”

Hank didn’t say anything about the nickname Gavin already seemed to have bestowed on his new partner. Instead, he was steadily assessing the damage.

“I’ve contacted CyberLife but there are no technicians or engineers familiar enough with the RK900 model to be able to help.” His LED cycled red.

“It’s okay,” Nines tried to smile at them. “Thank you for trying.”

“Don’t go giving up just yet,” Hank snorted. He pulled the panels from Nines’ abdomen and hip, clipping a few wires and thirium lines until he was satisfied. “Okay, Connor please let Jeffery know we’re going to be tied up for the rest of the day at least. Nines is on medical leave, as is Gavin. We’re supporting and debriefing them. He can expect a report tomorrow afternoon earliest.”

Between Connor and Hank, they moved Nines into Hank’s car. Gavin sat in the back with him as was surprised when they pulled up outside Hank’s house.

“Not to be awkward or anything but what the hell are we doing here?” he asked.

“What does it look like? We’re going to patch you and Nines up.” With a pointed glance, Hank eyed up the tear in Gavin’s jeans which didn’t so a lot to hide the scrape on his knee and, with the thirium having evaporated from his hands, it was easy to see the grazes on his palm too.

They carried Nines in, deposited him on the kitchen table and Hank slowly got to work. Meanwhile, Connor helped disinfect and clean Gavin’s superficial wounds.

“I know nobody likes being my partner but come on, was Nines gunning for the shortest record? He could have put in for a transfer, getting hit by a car is a little extreme,” Gavin groused.

“It’s only my leg and hip damaged, not my hearing, Gavin,” Nines called across the room. “And if I really was gunning for a record, I would hope it would be for the title of your longest standing partner.”

“You’ll be standing soon enough, don’t worry,” Hank interrupted with a wry smile. “Con, when you get a chance, grab be the bedside light for me please?”

Puzzled, Connor did as told and watched with fascination as Hank took it apart for a few wires, a capacitor and a circuit board.

“Hank,” he began, “there are no available schematics for an RK900, even I cannot find anything. How do you know what you’re doing?”

“Call it intuition. It just sort of makes sense,” Hank shrugged and twisted two wires together. Under his hands, Nines giggled with a soft “that tickled” bitten out. Hank patted his side in reassurance and continued.

By the evening, Nines was sitting up on the table, helping hold wires out of the way in his thigh as Hank was putting in a few adjustments.

“There,” Hank smiled as the thigh panel slid into place and skin flowed over it again. “Not quite like new but good enough. And hopefully that hip joint won’t give you trouble a year or so down the line when the ball-bearings rust from the thirium drip they’d left in.”

The next morning, Nines and Gavin were already at their desks when Hank ambled in, Connor in tow. They both nodded at them with a warm smile and got on with their day as though nothing had happened the previous night.

[emeraldorchids]

Prompt: A long lost relative/ a relative Miranda Doesn't speak to turns up at the door in need of help.

“Andrea? Can you get that?” Miranda called from the kitchen, swirling the pan as she added a tiny bit of butter to the scrambled eggs. “Andrea? Oh, never mind!”

She turned off the flame and set the sauté pan on a cool burner, quickly running to answer the door. The girls had just left for the weekend, so maybe they forgot something, she thought.

When she opened the door, she froze.

“Hello, Miriam.”

“Mother—” she gasped. The room began to spin, and she gripped tightly onto the door.

“May I come in?”

Miranda nodded, and the older woman stepped inside. She shut the door, and leaned back against it, looking at the woman before her in disbelief.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting a parade, but a ‘nice to see you’ wouldn’t have hurt,” she snapped, folding her arms across her chest and giving Miranda a glare the editor knew all too well.

Miranda swallowed the lump in her throat. “I apologize—it’s just such a surprise,” she said, pushing away from the door and taking a deep breath. She gently hugged her mother and kissed her on the cheek. “It’s lovely to see you, Mum.”

“Yes, well, you know I’m not here for a social visit, so let’s get to business,” she said, pushing Miranda away. “I would think someone such as yourself would have the manners to offer a guest a place to sit and something to drink, but I suppose—”

“This way, Mother,” Miranda said, quickly leading her to the kitchen and to the seat at the table she had prepared for herself. “Coffee, black?”

“Only if it is freshly hot. And Arabica beans, dear.”

Miranda quickly grabbed a cup and saucer of her best china from the cabinet and poured her mother a cup, setting it on the table in front of her.

The woman took a sip and pursed her lips. “It will suffice,” she said.

Miranda released the breath she was holding. “I was making scrambled eggs when you came—would you like some?”

“Cold eggs? How…disgusting.”

“No, of course I would make them fresh for you—”

“Never mind that. Come, sit.”

Miranda quickly sat at the table in Cassidy’s chair and turned to face her mother. “It is good to see you, you know.”

Her mother rolled her eyes. “I wish you’d do something about that hair.”

The editor held her tongue. She wasn’t sure why her mother appeared on her doorstep, but it was certainly not to criticize her hair. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay with your health?” she asked, reaching out for her hand.

The older woman pulled her hand away and glared at her. “Yes, I’m fine. When did you become so…touchy?”

“I apologize. I picked it up from the girls.”

“'The girls'—what, do they not have names? Or, oh, you are speaking of your daughters, Caroline and Cassidy.”

Miranda fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Yes, Mother. They are in high school now, can you believe it? My babies are driving a car. ”

“If they are of driving age, they are young women—not babies—and you should treat them so.”

Miranda took a deep breath. “Why are you here, Mother?”

The older woman set her cup down and folded her hands in her lap. “I need your help.”

“My help?” Miranda asked in surprise.

“You know how I hate to repeat myself.”

“Right,” she said. “In what way can I help you?”

The older woman opened her mouth to speak, then froze, locking eyes with the young woman who just entered the room. “Who is this?”

“Whoa,” Andrea said. “What’s going on?”

Miranda closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose—a gesture her mother mirrored.

“Um, hello?”

“Andrea, this is my mother. She came to visit. Mother, my partner Andrea,” she said, waving Andrea over.

The young woman stood behind Miranda’s chair, resting a hand on the woman’s shoulder. She leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. “Are you okay with this?” she whispered into her ear.

“Andrea,” the older woman said, her intonation perfectly matching Miranda’s, “tell me, why on earth wouldn’t she be ‘okay with this?’”

The young woman smiled. “I’m sorry,” she said, quickly thinking up an excuse. “I thought Miranda told me she had a meeting this morning. It’s lovely to meet you—” she paused, not sure what to call the woman.

“Freida—”

“Mrs. Princhek,” the woman corrected. “Miriam, I believe that was directed at me to answer.”

“Mother, Andrea is on her way to work, so unfortunately she cannot join us—can you, Andrea?” she said, turning to look at the woman.

“No, I can’t. Miranda’s right. I was just going to grab some coffee, but I’m actually running a little behind, so I’ll stop somewhere on the way,” she said, quickly heading towards the door. “It was nice to meet you,” she called.

Mrs. Princhek waited for the front door to close before she turned her gaze upon Miranda.

“Mum, don’t even start with me.”

“But Bubsey, she can’t even be thirty years old!”

“You said you needed help. I will happily listen and help you out if I am able. I will not sit here and listen to your critique of my life. You gave up the right to critique my life eighteen years ago,” Miranda said.

The woman clearly didn’t appreciate Miranda’s tone, but she didn’t dare argue. “Fine. I am here because,” she looked down and nervously ran her fingers over the rim of the saucer. “Because I need money. I made a poor decision—one I deeply regret—and it’s all gone.”

Miranda waited for the woman to finish, wondering how it could have come to this.

“He was charming. Said he was a financial adviser. Helped me make some investments. At first, I was seeing returns—but then suddenly he disappeared, and my accounts were emptied. I have nothing.”

“Of course I will help you, Mother. How much do you need?” she asked, standing and walking over to the desk where she kept her checkbook.

“Miriam, everything is gone. The house, my jewelry, your father’s antiques—everything.”

The editor set the checkbook down and returned to the table, again reaching for her mother’s hand. This time, she did not resist. “How did that happen?”

“He told me we would make a better investment if he could use the house as collateral. And now I have nothing. I already went to the police. He used a false identity—there’s nothing they can do.”

“Where are you staying?” Miranda asked.

Her mother squeezed her hand. “The bank took possession of the house this morning. I don’t know,” she said as tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

“I’m going to get you some fresh coffee, then I have to make a few calls,” Miranda said. “I’ll get you a suite at the Plaza for the rest of the week, I’ll have some clothes and toiletries messengered over, and I’ll have my accountant set you up with your own account,” she said.

The woman nodded, so Miranda quickly poured her a fresh cup of coffee, then ran upstairs to make some calls.

When she returned, the older woman was standing in the den, looking at the photos of the girls on the wall. “They’re beautiful, Miriam dear.”

“I know,” she said. “And Andrea is a remarkable woman if you give her a chance.”

“I know you—you wouldn’t settle for anything less,” she said.

Miranda smiled. “So everything will be setup for you at the Plaza in a few hours. It’s all on my account, so if you need a car or dinner or anything, just call the desk and they’ll take care of it,” she said.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Of course, Mum. Are you planning to stay in South Carolina—should we look for condos there?” Miranda asked, secretly praying she wouldn’t be returning to New York.

“No, I think I need a change of scenery,” she said.

Miranda held her breath.

“I think Boston.”

“Boston,” Miranda said with a sigh. “Boston is great. I will give you my real estate agent’s number. You can call her and setup some showings, and I’ll finance it.”

“You know, your father would be so proud of you, Bubsey. I miss him.”

Miranda wrapped her arm around her mother’s shoulders. “I do, too.” She walked over to the desk and jotted down the real estate agent’s name and number, then handed it to her mother. “I’ll let her know you’ll be calling. I hope you don’t mind, but I really do have to get to work. My driver out front will take you to the Plaza—just give them your name at the front desk.”

“And where are you going?”

“I have to go to work. I’ve already missed two meetings this morning,” Miranda said.

“I see,” she said, gathering her things and heading for the door.

“Mother, you’ll join us for dinner tonight? Andrea is cooking.”

The older woman’s eyes lit up. “It won’t be a bother?”

Miranda smiled. “Of course not, you’re family. But dinner is served promptly at seven.”

“I will be prompt. Thank you again, Miriam. I do appreciate it,” she said.

“Oh, Mum,” Miranda said, wrapping her arms around her and hugging her tightly. “You’re always welcome here—and if you come back Sunday evening, you’ll get to see Caroline and Cassidy.”

“I think I’d like that,” she said. “See you tonight.”

Miranda waved and watched her get into the car. She closed the door and called for another car, then gathered her bags and called Andrea.

“What was that, Miriam?” the young woman answered.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you. I never thought she’d come back into my life—or that anyone would call me that name again,” Miranda said, sinking into the backseat of the car with a sigh. “Please forgive me, but she’s coming to dinner tonight, and Sunday.”

“What? Um, okay. Why?”

“She was scammed out of everything she owns. I put her up in the Plaza for the week and gave her the realtor’s number so she can find her own place—in Boston,” Miranda said. “Darling?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay with this?”

“Hmph. I don’t think I really have a choice.”

“Darling, I’m so sorry. I love you, and I promise I will not let my mother come between us, okay?”

“Yeah. I love you, too. It’s just so creepy. She looks just like you, or the other way around.”

“Except for the bottle blonde hair.”

“Right, except for that. Has she had plastic surgery?”

“Yes, she must have. She looks younger than when I last saw her.”

Andrea took a deep breath. “Will you tell me what happened between you two?”

“Of course. Tonight, darling,” Miranda said. “It was eighteen years ago when I married James—it’s a long story, but I’ll tell you tonight after dinner.”

“Okay.”

“Sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you. This doesn’t change anything, okay?”

“Okay. I love you, too, Mira. See you after work?”

“See you after work,” she said.

xo

[babygirlkiki1016]

Caught

The Lynnwood Inn, which was our next stop. However after the Wendigo situation, Deans been treating me differently, he's been flirting with me. There's something up with him, I thought, was it because of the night in motel? Or the kiss after the Wendigo mission. I look over at him to notice there is a mostly empty plate in front of Dean, who is circling obituaries in a newspaper. An attractive waitress, whose nametag says Wendy, approaches.

"Can I get you anything else?" She asks mostly focusing on Dean. Dean looks up, sees the waitress then goes back to the news paper as Sam comes over and sits down.

"Just the check, please." Sam orders.

"Okay." And Wendy walks away.

"You know Dean I'm surprised you weren't flirting with the waitress." I say, Dean points to Wendy walking away, who's wearing short shorts.

"Well you see her, she's not my type."

"Dude every girl is your type." Sam laughs.

"Not every girl, I highly doubt-" I point to myself "-girls like me are his type."

"If you believe that then your wrong darling." He winks at me. "And the two of you are talking like I'm not here." Sam looks at me, then at Dean who hands him the newspaper.

"Here, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water, nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago."

"A funeral?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever."

"How is that closure? If the coffins empty then the body is still out there. Doesn't sound like closure at all."

"You have a point there Y/n, also your hair is green." Sam points out, I groan and pull up my hoodie to hide my hair while Sam takes more notes. "Back to the topic. People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them."

"Something you want to say to me?" Dean growled.

"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day."

"Sam's right Dean, it seems like whereever we go he was never there-" Dean silences me with his the wave of his hand.

"So what are we supposed to do?"

"I don't know. Something. Anything." Sam huffs.

"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?"

"Yeah, I know you do, it's just-"

"I'm the one that's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?" Sam rolls his eyes, making Dean walk out of the Inn, shaking his head in disappointment. We left the Inn a few hours later, and the three of us made our way to our next case. Sam was in the back sleeping, while me and Dean were in the front.

"....So...." Dean suddenly says, desperately trying to strike up a conversation. "Are we gonna talk about it?"

"....Talk about what?"

"The kiss."

"....What kiss?"

"The one you gave me a few days ago, after we saved Haley and her brothers. I know you wanted to kiss me but you decided against it." My heart started pounding, what was there to talk about? I had a bad feeling of how this was gonna go.

"Dean-"

"Y/n I....I want to ok? Your....You make me feel...." He glances over at me, then travels down to my hand that's resting in my thigh. He slowly grabs it, and squeezes like I'll disappear.

"I make you feel what?...." I say getting his attention again.

".....I don't know, but when I'm around you I have this sick like feeling-a good sick like feeling. I've never felt this way before...but sadly we can't your still a kid and if we were to, ya know."

"I understand."

"I will promise you this, when you turn eighteen, I'm gonna give you a kiss you'll never forget. And one after that, and one after that, and one after that." He smiles but doesn't let go of my hand, and neither do I. We sat there for hours, just enjoying each other's company, hoping that this moment would never end.

~

When we got to Wisconsin, we make our way up to the house that belong to the Carlton's. Dean knocks on the door and a man opens it.

"Will Carlton?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, that's right."

"I'm Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamill and Samson. We're with the US Wildlife Service." Dean holds up an ID, Will leads us around the house and I notice that a man is sitting on a bench on the dock.

"She was about a hundred yards out." Will says. "That's where she got dragged down."

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as she was in her own bathtub.

"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" I questioned.

"No, that's what I'm telling you."

"So she was just pulled down but never came back up? Like kind of a shark attack?"

"Yea..."

"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?" Sam wondered.

"No. Again, she was really far out there."

"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" Dean says.

"No, never. Why? Why, what do you think's out there?"

"We'll let you know as soon as we do." As Dean heads back to the car Sam catches up to me.

"So, you and my brother huh?" He smirks.

"We're not together."

"Yet, that's right I heard your conversation." My cheeks begin to burn, and my hair turns purple.

"So you were pretend sleeping?" You could hear the fear in my voice.

"No I tried to sleep, I just happened to overhear how Dean is gonna give you a kiss you'll never forget, and one after that, and one after that-"

"Shut up!" I push him lightly with my cheeks burning, he laughs as I walk even faster. We get back in the car, the next stop was the police station. It was silent, but I could feel Sam looking between me and Dean from the back seat.

"Can I help you Sam?" Dean demanded.

"Nope." Sam said with a smile, he was thinking about me and Dean.

"You keep looking at me then at Y/n."

"He heard our conversation Dean." I confess, Dean smirks and looks back at his brother.

"Sam you sly dog!"

"What, it's not my fault you two are loud talkers."

"Oh that's bullshit! You didn't sleep cause you wanted to know if something was gonna happen!" I laugh.

"Well something did...cause when it's your birthday-"

"Shut up Sam!" Me and Dean yelled in chorus.

~

The station was small, but somewhat cozy. I looked around as Dean introduced us as the Wildlife Service.

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" Jake Devin's, the sheriff asked.

"You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister." Sam replies and we follow the sheriff into his office.

"Like what?" Jake motions to chairs in front of his desk. "Here, sit, please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake." Sam sits down while Dean offers the other seat to me. I smile at the gesture and kiss his cheek before I sat down. "There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster."

"Yeah." Dean chuckles and Sam glances over at him.

"Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks." Jake sits down and continues. "We dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there."

"That's weird, though, I mean, that's, that's the third missing body this year." I state. "There had to be something there, Sophie Carlton was a varsity swimmer. There's no way she drowned...."

"I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about." The sheriff admits, he seemed sad, but yet had a somewhat guilty look on his face. "Anyway..." Jake sighs. "All this...it won't be a problem much longer."

"What do you mean?" Sam leaned forward, obviously interested.

"Well, the dam, of course."

"Of course, the dam. It's, uh, it sprung a leak." Dean says, trying to make the conversation less awkward.

"It's falling apart, and the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway. In another six months, there won't be much of a lake. There won't be much of a town, either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that."

"Exactly, sorry it's been a long week." I apologize as a young woman, taps on the door.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?" She asks, me and Sam stand up knowing that it's time to probably leave. "I can come back later."

"Gentlemen, this is my daughter." The Sherrif says and I hold out my hand to her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Y/n." We shake hands.

"Andrea Barr, Hi." She greets.

"They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake." Andrea's father explains.

"Oh." Then a boy, walks in around Andrea. "Oh, hey there. What's your name?" I ask, with a smile but he walks away without speaking and Andrea follows, we do the same.

"His name is Lucas." She says and gives him some crayons out of a box.

"Is he okay?" Sam worried.

"My grandson's been through a lot, we all have." Jake stands and goes to the office door. "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know."

"Thanks. You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Dean asks.

"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's about two blocks south." Andrea comments. "I'm headed that way anyway. So I'll walk you there."

"I think we can find it just fine." I say, Sam looks at me and smirks, he knew. I was jealous, she nods with a frown on her face and turns to Jake. "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." She turns to Lucas. "We'll go to the park, okay, sweetie?" Andrea kisses him on the head.

"Thanks again." Sam smiles and we walk out the door, Andrea walks outside with us.

"So, cute kid." Dean comments.

"Thanks." She says, then points south. "Like I said, two blocks, that way."

"Thanks." Sam says and she smiles at Dean. "Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find you a good pick up line." And with that she leaves while calling back over her shoulder. "Enjoy your stay!" Sam slaps Deans shoulder "'Kids are the best'? You don't even like kids."

"I love kids." Dean looks at Sam like he's offended.

"Name three children that you even know."

"Y/n?" He wraps an arm around me, with a smile on his face thinking he won this argument.

"She's older than Lucas, she's not a little kid anymore."

"She acts like a kid."

"Seriously?! I'm right here!" I rant, Dean rubs my head but I push his hand away playfully.

"See? Your pouting, and your short to." He chuckles. "Anyways let's get to that motel, we have work to do."

~

As soon as we got our room I grabbed some clothes and instantly claimed the bathroom. Sam went to get some food for us so it was just me and Dean. It had been a while since I felt hot water run down my back, and damn did it feel good. Sadly I had to get out and go back to reality, when I exited the bathroom Dean was watching Dr. Sexy. I put my stuff down and settled next to Dean.

"So Dr. Sexy?" I asked, I could hear him hum in response. "Well that doctor is pretty hot."

"The girl or guy?"

"Both are good looking."

"Hm." I look over at him, he was staring at me.

"What?"

"Nothing...." He turns off the TV and sits on the edge of the bed, tiredly rubbing his face. I moved to his side, worried.

"Dean are you ok?" I put my hand on his, caressing it gently. He looks back at me, those eyes we're filled with...lust. He didn't take his eyes off of me. I scooted closer to him, making him blush at how close we were but he stayed focused on me.

"You know what?" He mutters.

"Hm?" I wondered, as he slowly got closer to me. "Screw it." Not even five seconds later he grabbed my waist and pulled me against him, smashing his lips against mine. I instantly kissed back, my hands traveling through his hair as he pulled me onto his lap. His rough lips went together with mine like a puzzle, he was kissing me with passion. This was it...our moment, the moment I had been waiting for. I tugged at his shirt, which he immediately took off, then his lips merged with mine once more. I could feel him smile, was he happy? Didn't he want to wait since I was to young? Who cares, who the hell cares right now, I focused my thoughts back on Dean who flipped us over. Now he was on top of me, kissing down my neck, making me moan.

"Dean?" Sam called out, making us both stop and slowly look over at him. He was holding our chinese food with a surprised look upon his features.

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