#and i scraped them and started driving but i couldn't really see??? for some reason

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

I left ten minutes in advance for work with the implicet purpose of getting gas. I did not get gas. I want the press to know this.

[wyntereyez]

Over the weekend, I made a few posts about my family driving me crazy, but never explained anything. I think I'll do that now. So here's another Screaming into the Void.

I spent the weekend in North Carolina, in a mountain town, visiting my Dad and his wife. He'd just had knee replacement surgery not quite two months ago, and wanted to see his children.

I didn't want to go.

I even had an excellent excuse not to go, what with my job not giving enough hours and barely scraping by with my bills. But, no, for some reason, there is a direct flight from here to there for under $80 round trip, and my Dad offered to buy the ticket. I had no real excuse to refuse. So I went along with it because a) he's been nagging me to visit and at least this wouldn't cost me anything and I could get it over with, and b) unfortunately, I've been conditioned to be a good little doormat with my family.

My sister was also going. She was even texting me about how excited she'd be to see me, and how we could stay up late and 'girl talk.'

I just told myself, "At least there would be waterfalls." Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, right?

Sure.

Now, my family isn't intentionally cruel. They're just somehow oblivious to how much they just don't understand me, and manage to constantly say things that get on my nerves.

We of course couldn't go a whole weekend without my Dad saying, "You're just like me" about something he wildly misinterprets and I'm not like him at all. In this case, it was traveling. I'm always a little 'off' after a long trip, which makes me a bit listless. I was also unenthusiastic, which had more to do with this particular trip than traveling in itself. But, my Dad thinks I'm just like him about traveling, that I don't like doing it. Before he met his current wife, his vacations were all staycations, and any trips he made were work-related. After meeting her, he'd drive down to see her (he was in Michigan at the time and she was in NC). That was the only traveling he did, and he was content not to have to do more than he needed to.

I, in contrast, have flow to England for a convention. Twice. Our views on travel aren't the same.

There was also the CONSTANT joking about how my sister should bring her children down and I could babysit them. Even my sister's husband said this during a video call she made to him and the kids. I heard this at least half a dozen times in two days. They'd all laugh when I snarl "No." Because my aversion to taking care of others due to caretaker burnout is funny to them. My Dad even joked I should have come down and help take care of him after his surgery when he was grouchy and in pain.

I don't care how terrible I sound, I just can't take care of any of them ever again without losing the last of my sanity.

And then there was how they just didn't listen.

I was there a year ago for their wedding. With Dramamine, I was okay in the mountains. Unfortunately, right before leaving, I realized I was out. I figured I'd get some in North Carolina. But my Dad assured me he had plenty, and he'd give me some. Fine. Cool. That saves me money.

Except...my Dad ignored me asking for Dramamine until about ten minutes before we left to see some waterfalls on Saturday morning. Now, Dramamine needs about an hour to start working. I wanted time for it to, you know, actually be working before getting into a car.

Nope.

And oh, did I pay for that.

For the wedding, I rode in the back of my Dad's truck, which is, shockingly, a big F150. *eyeroll* I'd had my own supply of Dramamine which I took when needed, and I was fine.

This time, my Dad couldn't really drive far, so we took his wife's car.

Five minutes on those mountain roads - which didn't even take us out of their subdivision - I was feeling nauseous. I was overheating and clammy and trembling. We stopped at a gas station, because I'd needed a soda for the caffeine, and I'd made the mistake of mentioning I got caffeine headaches if I didn't have any, and my Dad's wife decided that was what was actually wrong and that I should try chugging my soda and ignored my insistence that it was motion sickness.

I KNOW MY BODY BETTER THAN YOU DO.

I kept getting worse, my Dad's wife asked my Dad how long it typically takes for Dramamine to kick in and he said it usually started working around then. For him, maybe. Also, why does it not occur to you that I want it to work BEFORE I get motion sickness and PREVENT it?!

Long story short, I ended up projectile vomiting. Which I'd never done before. Fortunately, it was on the side of the road. Even after that, they were asking if I felt better now and wanted to try more waterfalls.

Um, NO?!

So we went back to the house. They ignored me when I said I was fine with them showing my sister around and leaving me alone, but I guess they didn't want me to feel left out.

Please, PLEASE, leave me out.

The next day, they wanted to try again, to a closer location in my Dad's truck. I was reluctant, which you would think would be understandable.

But I agreed, because I am Good Obedient Daughter. And once again, my Dad didn't give me the Dramamine until right before we left, this time because it was an impulse decision and they decided they were going NOW.

(My Dad has always been very good at telling me we're going places right before we're going. I've never had time to actually properly get ready.)

This time, we were going to a tourist site that lets you pan for gems. Which, okay, that's kind of awesome, but you want to know why they chose it?

Because of a meme I put on Facebook about adults never sharing their favorite rocks.

A meme.

I can never post anything on Facebook again, because apparently anything I post is either a dig at family, or a huge part of my personality, rather than a freaking MEME.

It turns out, the truck does indeed make me less sick. And the tourist place was close. By the time we got out, the Dramamine had had enough time to do its thing, and I was fine.

I still refused to take another trip that day, though.

I was also forced to socialize with my Dad's wife's son and his wife. I know he's technically my step brother, but we're all adults and have barely interacted, so he's nothing to me. But I had to listen to his full medical history, because it apparently fascinates him. And small talk gives me anxiety, because I'm used to being misunderstood, bullied, or having it shared with complete strangers. I'm in a constant war between wanting to share fun things, and holding back because it never goes well for me.

Meanwhile, I couldn't even eat half the dinner because it had two vegetable dishes that I have texture issues with.

These last two are, admittedly, 'me' issues.

The last fun bits? My Dad and sister were already planning a big summer visit, and assumed I'd be coming as well. At no point was I asked. They also talked about how they'd considered a Michigan visit in which I flew to North Carolina, then drove up with them. In the car that tried to kill me. Again, a trip they never asked me about, and one in which I'd have no control and be completely reliant on them.

My Dad also mentioned he was hoping we'd fall in love with this area and all eventually move there, too.

No. No. NO. You literally live on the side of a ravine. You get icy roads. I would be in a constant state of anxiety. And illness. I don't thrive in isolated areas. Do you know me at all.

Oh. And the girl talk my sister mentioned? She was playing on her phone most of the time. Only some of that was because she was talking with my nephews.

So yeah. My family isn't intentionally terrible, but I'm too broken for them to handle.

[anonymous-nobody-ghoul]

1. Whatever font is there when I open Word or Google Docs. I don't care when I'm initially writing. I just want to get it down. When I'm posting I'll usually change it to something different if I feel like it.

2. I could write by hand. I actually used to exclusively write by hand when I started in middle school and until I found an app to write on my phone. Even then I had a specific notebook filled with ideas and little blurbs. I just recenty typed them all onto my computer. Also only I only write with pencils. I make to many mistakes not to.

3. I pretty much only write during class or when I'm putting things off. I also have to put on music that doesn't have words or I'll get distracted or can't write.

4. For feral in a good way, its "broken." And in a bad way, its "moist."

5. If I have an idea in my head and I write it down, I'll never be able to imagine the story in my head again. The first time I was like "That's a great idea! Let me write it down!" And I have never been able to imagine that story again in my head. This has proven true for every story I have in my head that I have written down. Unfortunately that is the same for the stories I am currently writing...

6. My family will find it. I do NOT want to explain any of it to them. Except my sister. She's cool.

7. Love people being able to see and like what I write. I hope I'll live up to their expectations.

8. Without dialogue for sure. I've actually done that before for an english class and it was so fun! I'm very used to have a TON of dialogue in my stories. My teacher challenged me to write a story without dialouge as extra credit. If I can find it I'll post it.

9. I believe in ghost. If just for the fact that its cool as hell.

10. I don't believe that a piece of writing has ever "haunted" me. I either look fondly on something, hate it, or just forget it. While it isn't really a piece of writing I do have something of mine that "haunts" me. A thought I had for years in my head whenever we were driving away from bad weather. I said it once outloud when I was in a friends car. "Its like we're running away from the clouds." My friend and her mother were "haunted" by those words. We are no longer friends for some not so happy reasons. I'm "haunted" by the fact that anytime she might be driving away from bad weathe that she might once again think about what once was. Just like I do.

11. I actually had to look up what "kill your darlings" meant. I don't know if I do that really. I do have some alternatives for certain scenes I write. I actually have a whole different prolouge to "Safe Space" because I was writing it and didn't like how it was exactly. I scraped the original prolouge and rewrote it entirely. However, I still have the original prolouge cause I still liked it. It just wasn't what I wanted for "Safe Space."

12. My first wish would to never be stuck trying to think of a certain word and getting stuck again. I have literally stopped writing stories, mid sentence, because I couldn't think of a certain word I wanted to use. I do the same for school assignments as well. My second wish would probably be getting rid of my writing superstition. I want to be able to visualize more to "My Crazy Love" and "Safe Space." I've only got what I visualized before I started writing them. My third wish would be the ability to WRITE IN THE SAME PERSON WITH OUT RANDOMLY CHANGING THE PERSON I'M WRITING IN.

13. I struggle writing emotional stuff. I basically put myself into the shoes of my characters and if I can't imagine myself with those feelings (i.e. vulnerability, sadness, love) I can't write it. On the other hand, I've never had a problem writing violent or gorey scenes.

14. I do not lend my books put anymore. Even when I was a kid I didn't lend books out to anyone. I lent a book ONCE to a friend (same as 10) after she beged and promised she would take care of it. She returned it with the spine broken! I didn't lend books to anyone again. Except when my mother made me lend my younger brother my books. The first time I was forced to, it was the first Artemis Fowl book my teacher got for me. He somehow ripped the pages from the front cover and spine. He also damaged the front cover by somehow ripping holes into it! My mom "fixed it" with BLACK ELETRICAL TAPE. When I had a breakdown over it, she said she'd buy me a new one and I didn't let her cause I'm emotionally attached to my posessions. The second time was with my 1984 book that he took camping with his GF. It rained in the night and the entire book was water damaged. I do have books I'll never get back. My sister and I gave all our manga to a friend after my mother made us get rid of it cause she thought I was a lesbian. When I turned 18 I asked for them back and the friend said that her mom had "accidentally donated them" and that she would give me all her money to make up for it. I said no and just wrote off thousands of dollars spent on those manga.

15. I personally try to keep my books as pristine as possible. It's just how I personally like to keep my books. I don't mind what people do to their own books. HOWEVER. If you do that to a library book or a loaned book we can never be friends. Dog-earing is on thin ice with library books, but don't EVER do that to any books I won't lend you.

16. I've used empty gum wrappers, recipets, other books, feathers, random ripped paper, business cards, and full sheets of paper as bookmarks. You pick.

17. For "My Crazy Love," it was originally an X Reader, not and X OC. Also Elizabeth and Daniel had different names. Elizabeth's was obviously (y/n) and Daniel was James. The characters were based of my and my friend in middle school. We used to talk about Creepypasta all the time and made our own characters that were siblings not by blood. The backstories for our characters are actually are based on our lives. However, the friend decided calling me a whore randomly was okay and so I kicked him in the nuts and said we were no longer friends. I also originally posed "My Crazy Love" on Deviantart and Quotev when they were the most popular fanfiction sites. You can find the original chapters 4-9 + a "Halloween special" right now on quotev. Jack is also based on a kid I knew from school. Why? I don't remember. I think I was just trying to think of a person who would know both Elizabeth and Daniel and he just fit the bill. I could have also been pissed off at him for some reason.

18. The whole story of "My Crazy Love" came from 1) my role playing with the real life Daniel and 2) a Creepypasta fanfiction I read about the reader in a mental asylum and escaping to Slender Mansion after seeing Slenderman watching her in the asylum. It was on Deviantart and I cannot find it anymore. I was just like, "that would be fun to write about" and so I did. It was as cringe as you think a 6/7th graders writing about Creepypasta with their Mary Sue-ish OC turned x Reader you can think. (If you have a specific passage you want to know about let me know and I'll try to respond with how it came to be.)

19. I started writing when I could start writing in kindergarten. I loved making up short stories and telling people them. As I moved from elementary to middle school I started writing short scary stories. Then one winter, I wrote a fanfiction about Black Butler x Alice in the Country of Hearts crossover on like 20 front and back sheets of printer paper. I didn't know what fanfiction was at the time and just wanted to write about a chatacter that reincarnated everytime they died as different Alice in the Country of Hearts characters to help the Phantomhive line. It wasn't even romantic, just a kid having fun.

20. I'm choosing to publish my perfect WIP. I most likely won't ever have someone I love romantically. I just get infatuated with someone for like a week then I'm not anymore. I have my animals and my family and I'm perfectly fine with that. Hell, I'll just get my friends to all buy houses in the same neighborhood and have a little family like that.

21. I never want to quit writing and would never dream to never have started. It brings me great joy to write, even if nobody else liked it or even if I never post it. I just love getting stucked into the world and zoning out into the story. Its relaxing and therapeutic for me.

22. I have different folders for different stories. Then I have separate docs for each chapter, the chapter revamps, and any chapters that had different scene versions. So I'll have Chapter 1 as a doc, then a sepreate doc for Chapter 1 Revamp, and another doc for Chapter 1 Alternative. I also have a doc with all the chapters in one with a table of contents and cover page. I call it the book doc.

23. Normally I'm writing in one of my classrooms during a lecture. I always make sure to sit near the door and if possible the last row. I also like to sit with at least one empty chair between me and another classmate. I always write on my laptop with a external mouse plugged in because my touchpad buttons don't work without nearly breaking my finger to get them to register. I work in crome if I'm writing in Google Docs. I will always have at least one tab open on crome for music that I listen to with my maroon skullcandy bluetooth headphones. If I'm writing on Word I'll open the previous chapter, the current chapter, and the book doc open at the same time. I do the same for Google Doc just also with my drive folder open as well. I usually sit crisscross, on my knees, or sitting one one leg with the other resting on the seat and my head resing on that leg in my seat. I don't know how to "properly" type, but I can type quickly with multiple fingers. Then I have one of two writing styles. Get so sucked into the world that I don't notice the passage of time, OR writing feels like its taken forever and it's not even been 5 minutes. If need be I'll go and reread the previous chapter(s) to get my ideas flowing.

24. I start of with the beginning pretty much fully fleshed out and some middle parts fleshed out. I only start writing after a while of my imaging the story in my head. I just have to figure out everything alone the way. I never have a really good idea if any about how the story is going to end.

25. In "My Crazy Love," Dennis and Tina are dating and only started dating as a result of Elizabeth and Daniel's first trip "downstairs" and the resulting cafeteria bloodbath. If Elizabeth and Daniel hadn't gone the Tina and Dennis wouldn't have meet. Tina was on infirmary duty when Dennis was attacked and was assigned to watch after him. They became close and started dating, but keep it on the down low as its not allowed.

26. The characters are me, just as I am them. They are apart of myself, and I use them to get through my emotions. It's why its so easy to write violent scenes for me cause I get easily angered. It's easy to get out of their heads cause I'll just distract myself or get interrupted at the end of class.

27. The most stressful character to write for was Daniel before I changed his name from James to Daniel. It was just a constant reminder of a friend who betrayed me when I kept having to write his name.

28. To be honest I love writing for all my chatacters. Well, except the ones your meant to hate cause I hate them. It's fun being able to shape and mold them to my will.

29. I get most of my inspiration from other writers, from songs I listen to, and from my own emotions. If I'm in a funk I'll put on some music thag fits the mood I need to express, or I'll reread some stories that I like, or just wait until I'm in the same emotional space as the characters to write.

30. I have written about my dreams, but I've never taken inspiration from them. All the dreams that I have and remember are bad dreams about being abandoned in some post-apocalyptic nightmare after saving my family or having to find my sister but being unable to. I'm actually a lucid dreamer, but I can't change what happens. I just know I'm dreaming. I have written in my dream, but just about what's going on in the dream or like a dream contract thag I have to write to further the dream along.

31. I am sincerely greatful for all the love I have received from what I have posted so far of "My Crazy Love" and "Safe Space." It brings me great joy that the silly little stories in my head also bring joy to others. I hope everyone will continue to enjoy the stories I post just as much as I enjoy writing them.

32. "And I will skin you alive, burn you into a roast, and hack you into pieces to feed to the most savage animals I can find and laugh at your demise!" from Sar61_Sanz6's "The Rule of a Queen" on Ao3. I found this fic because I was listening to "Queen of Mean" from Decendents 3 and wanted to read a songfic based on it. I got what I wanted an more! I just love a goody two shoes breaking character and becoming badass. Plus its a crossover with Batman and has a poly relationship. Love rereading it whenever I get into a bad mood. Or want to feel powerful.

33. I knit, crochet, sew, and bake. Some of you may have seen the pictures of my Solar Lunacy Y/N cosplay and Aya Drevis cosplays that I sewed. I also sew plushies and I sew them by hand. They don't really crossover into my stories. I have made an Eyeless Jack plush before that I still have.

34. It's a comma? I'm shit at grammar so I just let whatever doc I'm using to autocorrect what I'm writing.

35. When I'm writing for school I just do not write transition sentences. I really do not care for them and I get good grades so. As for my stories... I just write how I feel like and don't really care about any rules. If it sounds and looks good I'll keep it.

36. So much about random shit. I know about a lot of animes that I haven't watched or read. I know a lot about Greek mythology. I obviously know a lot of murdery and torture stuff. I know a lot about certain mental health issues. I know a lot about gay shit. Just so much, yet not enough.

37. Probably that I'm very screwed up and very knowledgeable about random crap. I've got a lot of personal writing that's not very happy stuff. And I have written so many different research papers about random crap that I still remember.

38. Chapter 4 of "My Crazy Love" has a section that was written when I was very upset. So it is a bit different from the other chapters. I get very depressed sometimes and when I get tired I'll write comfort stuff. I was feeling a certain type of way and so I wrote it and decided to keep it. This is typically how all my emotional scenes happen.

39. I just what to finish the story. That's what keeps me going.

40. Here's one of my own creation.

I've got enough negativity in my mind to last me a life time;

So don't tell me you want to die.

I got enough problems of my own; I don't need yours as well to hang on over my head.

That kind of talk make people you love leave you;

Makes them doubt themselves and there love.

Make them think they aren't worth it;

That they don't deserve it.

So stop with all the negativity;

We don't need it.

Come and join the family;

Just forget it.

Why does one persons actions make you want to die?

Just forget about and it come into the light.

Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird)

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice...what do you Know?

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

[r-cabrera]

Extra 1

The First Night

The night was warm, no clouds in the sky and you could almost forget the terrible weather of the days before. But the ones that live the same lives as me, don't have time to admire the sky. We are rushing, trying to survive.

I was not at my best, I had bruises, scrapes, and cuts all over my body, my clothes were torn and stained with mud and blood, one ankle was probably sprained, my stomach was roaring with hunger and I felt that at any moment I would faint, but I had promised my companions that I would get something good to eat.

And that's what I did, that was my priority. My backpack was full of sweet bread, some snacks, and energy bars that I was able to steal with a lot of effort from some stores before entering that pharmacy. My ankle was really slowing me down.

I needed some things to at least keep the deeper wounds from getting infected. The streets were a little busier than usual, which made my tasks a little easier. But I was worried that some villain was attacking near the place because the heroes could pass in front of me at any moment.

That's what I was thinking as I searched the aisles for some bandages and hydrogen peroxide. I could tell I didn't belong there, the hallways were white, clean, and neat, smelling of medicine and disinfectant.

When a family entered the place, going directly to the cashier to ask for some product, I knew it was my chance to run away, I took the things I was checking, put them in my backpack, and ran towards the entrance, making the alarms start ringing. But I didn't care and crossed the street without looking both ways, causing a motorcycle to almost run me over, luckily it seemed the guy in the red helmet knew how to drive well.

I would have apologized to the driver if it wasn't for the guy who started yelling at me to return the things I stole, and I started running again.

"Somebody catch her," I managed to hear when I was already reaching the beginning of an alley, where luckily I would lose sight of those people.

To my bad luck, the guy on the bike got off and started to follow me. Being taller than me, he was also faster.

Some stairs a few meters away from me would be my best way out, so as I could I climbed up to the roof of the building. But that man was on my heels.

I started jumping from rooftop to rooftop, climbing the stairs to the tallest buildings, and jumping over the narrow alleys, without my usual agility for obvious reasons. And when I noticed that I had nowhere to go because below me there was a street crossing, the place where I was standing was too high, and the boy was quite close to me, I was forced to face him.

"Please, let me go. I'll return everything, but don't call the police" I said, it was better for my friends to go without food for another day than to lose the person who got them that food. When the light finally hit my companion's face, I noticed he was still wearing the red helmet.

"I'm not calling anyone, but where are your parents?" he said, slowly approaching me.

"My mother, dead. And hopefully my father too" I replied trying to give as little information as possible.

"Orphan, okay. So...are you staying in an orphanage?" he asked, still walking towards me.

"Yes" when he was a few steps away from me, I brought my hands up to the frayed straps of my backpack, holding them out to prevent him from taking it off at any moment.

"What do you have in there?" he asked, kneeling down on one knee and standing almost level with me, and held out his hand as a signal for me to open my bag and reveal its contents. I turned back, and again to face him.

"None of your business," I said, trying to sound confident and ignore the cold night breeze. I tightened the straps of the bag even more.

"I asked for a reason" the boy replied, although I couldn't see his face, I could tell he was smiling. He got up and tried again to get closer, but I could not afford to have the enemy close and with more advantage, so I tried to take a step back, unfortunately, under my feet there was nothing. Apparently, the person in front of me noticed that I would rather fall than have him close, so he stopped and spoke again.

"No, no, don't go back, I'll stay here. See?" he started again, but how could I trust him if he was still wearing his helmet?

I finally gave myself a chance to take a good look at my companion. Red helmet, brown leather jacket, and a gray t-shirt clinging to his torso with a red bat on his chest, before I could come to a conclusion, I saw that he was wearing a gun on each side. This one definitely worked with Batman, not up close like Robin.

"You're definitely not Batman, so who are you?" I asked before the silence became awkward.

"If I tell you my name, do you promise to tell me yours?" he replied.

"I don't promise anything," I said.

"I'm Red Hood, and all I want to do is get you to the orphanage so you can be safe" his answer didn't give me much, obviously he wasn't going to give me his civilian name.

"I'm Jane, and I know the way to that place that is not even close to being an orphanage" I answered looking around for some stairs to go down to the street and withdraw from there to finish with the interrogation.

"Why are you so hurt?" he asked.

"It's none of your business either" I replied, giving up on my search for a way out.

"Is that why you were at the drugstore?" he asked trying to get closer once again.

"No" I replied dryly.

"Don't think I didn't notice you limping as you ran over here" he said. I didn't have much choice, if I really wanted to get out of there I had to act and fast. "I can help you, but only if you let me."

"I don't want your help" after what he had gone through the previous days he should know better than to trust anyone, or accept help from anyone. "I can manage on my own"

"And I'm sure you can, but if you really hurt your ankle it will be hard to get home without falling a couple of times" he insisted, holding out his hand again.

Seeing that I didn't say anything was probably his cue to do something to gain my trust. His hands went to the helmet to remove it, and although I could see his face, I could not see his eyes, as they were covered by a domino mask, at least something was something.

"Fine," I said finally. I had to hurry back to the orphanage before one of the caretakers noticed my presence and punished me again, but if I didn't want to worry my friends, let alone my brother, I had to heal at least most of the wounds.

I took a few steps forward still doubting the person in front of me.

I put my backpack in front of me, slowly opened the zipper, and began to take out the bandages I had taken from the pharmacy. From the look on the boy's face, it was to be expected that he would want me to take everything out, just to check that I wasn't carrying any medicines or tools that could kill someone. I took out the antiseptics, the pain pills, and some ointments to cure scrapes, burns, and cuts. Underneath all that and still in the bag, small boxes of cereal, cereal bars, and two instant soups, and a bottle of water. I let him check and let him think it was just a few late-night snacks.

I didn't let him check any further, because at the bottom were my personal things.

"It's personal," I told him, closing the backpack before he started questioning me further.

"You have some cuts on your face, I'll start there and finish with your ankle, let me know if you feel I'm invading your personal space."

"It's okay," I said, sitting down on the floor. He moved a little closer to me.

From one of the many pockets of his belt, he pulled out a small bottle with a clear liquid and a piece of cotton. He soaked the cotton and brought his hand slowly to my cheek, seeing the doubt on my face he paused and explained. His hand was covered with a black glove, which would probably make the contact less uncomfortable for me.

"I need to clean the wound," he said, "it is only an antibacterial, then I can apply the ointment" he finished explaining, and finally he lightly pressed the cotton against a cut I had on my cheek, and I instantly tried to move away again. "I know it burns, if you want you can hold my hand and squeeze it if it burns too much" he raised his other hand, also covered by a glove, and I held it between mine.

He continued to clean my face wounds for a while, when he finished, he threw the cotton on the floor and took out another piece.

"Do you have any other wounds on your arms?" he asked, soaking the cotton wool again.

"A scrape on my elbow," I said in a whisper, every minute with him I was losing a little more of my confidence and the adrenaline I had escaping from the pharmacy, making sleep, tiredness, and pain begin to win me over, I closed my eyes for a moment, but I needed to be alert for anything, how long had it been since I slept well?

"I need you to take off your sweatshirt, I would say just roll up your sleeve, but you will hurt yourself more," he said looking me directly in the eyes, or so I thought because of the mask and the white spaces in his eyes didn't let me see.

I didn't want to take off my sweatshirt, the night was cold, and my t-shirt was torn and dirty. But the constant rubbing of the fabric against my scrape made that my only option.

Minutes later he was already applying the ointment, for that he had taken off his glove. I could tell he was nervous, he had probably never healed someone's wounds before or he didn't want to hurt me anymore.

A breeze caused me to shiver, something my companion noticed.

"I don't have any band-aids for the scrape, so I'd better put a piece of the bandage on your elbow so you can put on your sweater," he said, opening the package of bandages I stole.

"Okay," I replied, after yawning, already giving in to sleep. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, trying to ignore the dream.

"Because you remind me so much of me," he said, finishing covering my elbow with the bandage. "The ankle will be the hard part" he began to say, more to himself.

Not realizing I was still holding his hand, I leaned against his shoulder, closing my eyes and letting my mind rest a little.

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[limenysnocket]

I Despise The Way You Make Me Love You pt. 2

(Taika Waititi X Reader)

Summary: Today, Taika gets the day off of work. He gets to lounge about his house, wear sweatpants and watch whatever t.v. he likes without having someone to tell him otherwise. His plans are soiled and revamped as an unexpected visitor pays him a visit.

Warnings: Horny Taika vibes, it gets very lime-ish in here, some foul language too.

Request: @honorarytenenbaum

Author's note: I really don't know what to put here except I'm excited and enjoy the story lol.

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Boring. Boring. Boring. That's all today is going to be, huh, Taika?

Without (Y/N) here to pester or other directors to bother and ask for their plates of cheese from-- even though he has his own God damn plate of cheese in his tent/office-- he just can't seem to find the joy in the matter of a "day off." I mean, what's the point of it? Why couldn't he just stay at work with his very special girlfriend, where he could "take naps" with her in a broom closet or his office any time he pleased! It was all bologna, if you asked him. Total absurdness.

He couldn't sleep, no, even if he had all the time in the world to take naps like the nap God he is. He could be doing anything else, walking around, talking on the phone, or catching up on his favorite television show, but nooOoo. You invaded his vision, either dressed in skimpy outfits... or not dressed at all. Just as he would reach out to touch you, your skin would dissipate into the air like mist and he would find himself back awake again, hot, sweaty and horrifyingly turned on.

Would it be alright to text you? He knows you're at work, but he can always invite you over for a little late night cuddling and a bottle of wine. He just stared at his phone, his nose twitching every once in awhile, watching, waiting and contemplating. Would he text you or would you text him? The suspense was killing him!

He pushed himself up, grunting and shaking his head. "God damn it," he muttered. He had reasoned with himself. You were at work and you had every right reserved to be left alone. He didn't know, at the time, that you were dying to see him again.

He sat down at a table, in the mini courtyard of his home, with a laptop, just as the sun turned the sky orange. It was right about time he got back to work on Thor: Love and Thunder, because he was clearly days behind... maybe a few months, actually. Inspiration was hard work, especially whenever he has to find the right timing to put a shirtless Chris Hemsworth somewhere in the film.

He rapped his fingers against the metal table and rubbed his temple with the other hand, a fresh sheet of virtual paper already giving him a headache. He closed his eyes again, which was totally a bad move, but he didn't care in the slightest. There you were again, that little vixen that made his more perverted side crawl out from beneath his usually goofy demeanour. (Y/N), dressed in nothing but one of his sweaters, and he was almost completely positive that there was nothing beneath that. You stepped closer to him, placing your warm palms on his shoulders and squeezing them, massaging them. He felt your bum rest in his lap, the skin brushing against his loose sweatpants and sending sweet shudders down his spine.

The sensation of your warm hands cascading across his stubble beard drove him crazy and his own hands started to travel, reaching out and seemingly running his hands along your curves, down your thighs and back up again. He started to slip up the sweater, exposing more of your skin to his hungry eyes and he came close to seeing what he wanted to see, until he felt warm palms over his eyelids and his fantasy was pressed flat. He didn't jolt, because he recognized the warmness and the softness of those palms.

"Guess who?" He heard you say, giggling all the while. He scrunched up his face to make it seem as if he were thinking extremely hard.

"Jemaine?" He answered, after a few long moments of total silence, not including the scream of cicadas from bushes and trees. He heard you burst into laughter and those warm palms lifted from his eyes. He titled his head back and smiled to see your flustered and smiling face.

"Man, I must suck at this," he chortled and teased. You only nodded, laughing still, before leaning over him and placing a kiss on his lips. "Ah, this is the perks of you having your own key to the house. You can surprise me whenever you'd like, but I'm still waiting for the one where I come home and you're sitting naked on my couch for me," he winked and shimmyed his shoulders, which earned him a playful slap on the arm.

"You're a dork," you giggled then stood up, "I'm just here to cook dinner for you and make sure you're not driving yourself insane."

"But I'm already insane," Taika twirled around in his chair and made a mass amount of kissy faces at you, "Insane for you, baby~." Before he could even flash you with another smug face and pick up line, you had gone inside of the house, leaving him high and dry.

What you were making him wasn't the most expensive meal in the world, but it certainly was delicious. Steak, keto friendly fettuccine Alfredo with sliced zucchini noodles. It was a healthier option but certainly very delicious, plus, you knew Taika could be very picky about his eating habits, but not, all at the very same time.

You slipped into his "kiss the chef" cooking apron and started to get to work, taking out groceries from bags that you brought over and cooking appliances that you knew he didn't have or never heard of. You were so focused on what you were doing, you didn't hear the courtyard door slide open, then shut. Nor did you notice that Taika was watching you cook with a very lust hazed look, from behind his island.

Taika would be drooling at the moment if he hadn't known that he actually was amidst your presence. There he was, fantasizing about you again. He was imagining that all you had on was the apron you were wearing, and the best part of all, he got a great view of your cute ass as it swayed in rhythm while you cooked. Every time you would bend over to grab out a pot or pan, conveniently not turning his way, he would stretch out his neck as far as he could and try to peep on whatever he could without throwing himself down on the counter and startling you.

Suddenly, even surprising him, you turned around and whispered to him, "Kiss the cook, Taika." You gave him the most fucking smug smile he had ever seen, he almost didn't think this all was real.

It wasn't. It was his imagination. What you actually said was, "Are you alright, Taika?" He seemed to be straining against the counter, nails digging deep into the granite top. Once the fantasy had lifted from his eyes, he shook his head and almost seemed to wheeze. "Huh?" He said, his eyes fluttering and he swallowed thickly.

"I asked if you were alright," you responded quietly, almost knowing exactly what he was thinking about. It had been awhile since Taika hadn't been allowed to get you alone for enough time to rock your world. It was one of those things where he knew he had it, but he couldn't touch it and it was killing him inside.

He coughed into his fist and shifted the weight on his feet, "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." You could see the visible shudder shoot down his body as he tried to compose himself once more. It was adorable to see him get all hot and bothered over just the sight of you cooking, but you couldn't just get up on the counter and let him take you while you let your food burn into a crisp. He would have to wait until after dinner.

"Okay, so, I'm gonna turn around, and you're... not gonna be horny? Correct?" You cocked a brow at him, raising your hand up like it would convince him more. He only gave you a wry smile which is how you obviously knew that he was about to lie straight up to you.

"Sure," he shrugged. Yeah. He was about to pull a bastard move the moment you turned around, whether it be lifting up your skirt and being a peeping tom, smacking your ass expectedly unexpected, or grinding down on you until you finished or out down what you were doing and giving him a nice, dirty fuck. He's done all three, on set and at work, not to mention.

You gave him a terse look, then turned back around slowly, your mind boggling around while you scraped tiny cutlets of steak into the skillet where they started to sizzle loudly. Loud enough, apparently, to cover up the footsteps of a certain ornery, sex-bitten kiwi.

You quietly started flipping the pieces over so each one of their sides could get a bit of attention. One, however, when you noticed it, wasn't soaking in the brown color you needed, so you wanted to flip it again. You didn't know if it was your nerves that were from Taika's obvious white lie that had you ready to jump and touch the ceiling or what, but you just couldn't flip this cutlet. It was stubborn. You tried it every which way and all it did was slide across the buttered pan and push up against the sides.

Wait! Suddenly, you had a snag on it, the tip of it just scooching onto your spatula, and you let out praises of glory in your mind as it toppled over and landed flat and perfect on the spatula. You had just saved the perfect steak cutlet from burning. You were proud of yourself, and all those nerves had disappeared. Well, all up until all of them came rushing back to you at once when Taika shoved his hand down your panties and started squeezing your ass through your skirt.

You yelped and flinched, which made you fling your spatula backwards and that sent the perfect steak cutlet flying, landing with a nice, firm slap on the island countertop. Your mind almost didn't register the rubbing of Taika's hand over your folds, trying real hard to get you wet for him. You weren't having it. "Taika, you have no idea how fucking pissed off I am right now," you growled, your voice dripping with raw irritation and anger. "I lost a perfect bite of heaven, because of you."

"Mm, I know, and I'm sorry, but you know how I am sometimes," Taika continued to rub, seemingly dipping his fingers between the slit to check the water levels. It's still running pretty dry. He started rubbing faster, but that wasn't enough. He barely grazed his finger over your clit, when you grabbed his hand and yanked it out from his panties. You whirled around and threatened him with the steaming hot spatula. All he had left on him now was a smug grin and playful eyes that stared into your cold and displeased eyes. "What's up, babe? You seem tense."

"Taika, how long has it been since we last fucked," you said sternly, your other hand reaching back and taking the heat off of the steak.

"A week," he replied, proud of himself, yet still smug and still quite needy to put himself in your pants.

"Wrong," you corrected him with a flat gaze, "It's been five days, Taika."

"That's technically a work week, for me," he shrugged, biting his lip a little while he tried his best to keep his hips from bucking desperately, "And now we're on the weekend, darling, pleaassee, you won't even have to bite down on a washrag this time to keep from screaming! I mean, unless you're into that. It was kinda hot--." He was stopped by the familiar press of lips against his. He fluttered his eyes closed and let his hands fall and grab your hips, bringing them to press firmly against his. The crotch area, specifically.

You were the one who initiated the kiss and you were also the one to break it. You took both sides of his head in your hands and you shook it around a little. "Dumbass," you started, giving his head a little shake while he gave you a cheeky grin, "let me cook! Then, MAYBE, we can fuck, alright?"

"You're the boss, darling," he said, his hips doing a little happy wiggle, then he scooted away, back to behind the island, elbows resting on the surface while his hands kept his head up. You knew he was watching you intently, getting a little impatient sometimes and lightly rubbing his hips against the counter with need. Because he did this, and you saw him doing it, which confirmed your kill, you decided to take your sweet time with this meal, make it painfully slow and put an amazing amount of effort into a healthier version of Alfredo sauce.

This game didn't last long though. Taika was smarter than he let on, an intellectual of solid mind, though one wouldn't couldn't possibly see it if you had only one conversation with him. He started eye fucking you with every chance he got, giving you his sexiest, dirtiest look that he could muster, while rubbing his hard-on against the counter and whispering your name between gritted teeth. "You're making this so much harder than it has to be," Taika said through muttered, lust filled curses.

"What? Your dick or the tension in the room?" You said, turning you head so you could look at him from over your shoulder. He grimaced. He was on the verge of going up to his room and finishing things off himself.

"You can't just do this to me, (Y/N)," he groaned, leaning on the counter and whining like an injured puppy.

"Uh- ha! You did this to yourself! Even when you knew how hard it is for you to recover from something like that," you grinned, starting to plate the food and get it all nice and neat. "Plus, a bonus for me, this is practically like revenge for all the times you thought it would be okay to get me all riled up all the times I would casually be talking to another guy."

"Ah, they were flirting with you, I had to do it before they took you away from me," he grinned at you, now biting his lip so intensely, he left teeth marks on his lower lip.

"Taika, no one's going to take me away from you without a fight, you know that," you rolled your eyes and smiled at him, finishing with the pretty plating and bringing it over to Taika, where he was bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Okay, food's done, now can we fuck?" Taika whined desperately. You could see the hefty bulge through his pants and it made you swallow thickly, but you stood by your own opinion and decided he could take a little more torture.

"No, we have to eat first," you said which drew a long, high pitched, goofy whine from the depths of his throat. Taika looked down at his plate, grumbling, then picked up his fork and started to shovel food into his mouth at a fast pace, eager to finish. He forgets that you have to finish your food too, and you weren't even starting at the same time as him, because you buried yourself with pouring the expensive wine that you knew he liked.

Whenever you finally were seated across from him, half of his plate was already gone and he was swallowing a hefty mouthful at the time. "Taika, you're going to choke if you keep eating like that," you laughed and shook your head, tangling the zucchini noodles around your fork.

"It's worf ut," he said with his mouth full and started to chew violently. You took your time with your plate, spindling the noodles around until it was a decent bite then stabbing a cut of steak and running it throughout the sauce. You only made this meal on special occasions, really, so you took time to cherish the flavor of it. Taika wasn't having it. He finished his food way before you did and chugged his wine like the madman he was. When he finished that, he slammed his glass down like he just finished a shot. He was a mess.

You shook your head, "I still have to finish, you know." Your plate was just about half way done. Surprisingly, he allowed you to finish your food in peace, well, enough peace at least. Every time you looked up, you were met with big, brown puppy dog eyes and a pouty lip. He watched you eat your food, begrudgingly, flicking the little piece of half cooked steak that landed on the counter awhile ago.

The longer you took to finish your food, the more the longing inside of you grew. You thought this was going to be just a night for snuggling and cute little romantic stuff that they never got to do at work. It was supposed to be a time to get to know each other better, besides already knowing what his favorite brand of wine was. It was a night meant for togetherness, and the want for that must have shown on your face, because, when it did, Taika's puppy-like expression seemed to lessen.

Finally, you finished off the last of your zucchini noodles, took both your and Taika's dishes to the sink, dumping what was left of your wine down the drain, and you started to rinse them. No one likes scrubbing off crusty food.

"Hey," you heard a specific New Zealander whisper gently from behind you. "You're tense again."

You set one of the wine glasses down in the sink, and it hit the metal with a soft clunk. That was the only noise between you two for a long while, except for the rush of the running water spinning down the drain. You took a deep breath and turned the water off, slowly, then dried your hands. Once you were done, you slowly turned towards him, "Is... Is sex all you're really wanting out of me? If it's true, then I really don't want that and I'm sure there's some clean hooker out their who is dying to get their hands on you and maybe would be willing to work for as long as you want." You started making hand motions as you spoke. They were awkward motions, but they were necessary.

"What? Why would I-- (Y/N), I don't understand, why would I try every day to get you alone, like during our first time. The only reason I needed you alone is because I wanted to confess and kiss you, I wanted to protect our privacy, because no one truly wants to be the newest hot couple cover of People Magazine. When we... When we fucked, it just so happened by chance. We were both in the mood and we got what was needed. I actually didn't expect this streak to go on for so on like this... but," he paused, coming around the island and grasping one of your hands with his, "every time I saw you at work after that, I thought back to our first kiss, then the first kiss leading up to the first time and... well, you're a smart girl, so I'll let you figure out the rest."

This managed to put a dismal smile on your face, you were still a bit upset. "But, why can't we ever have these days where we get to know each other, just cuddle and talk about things and learn things about each other that aren't liquor related!" It was more of a statement than a question. The two of you only had one night together like that. You cuddled up with him under a blanket and watched his and your favorite movies, occasionally talking, up until you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Taika pulled you closer, gently, "Why didn't you say something, then, babe? You know I'm always open to stuff like that. Hell, I love that stuff." He brought the hand he was holding up to his mouth and he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it, sending warmth shooting straight to your cheeks.

"I was too embarrassed to admit it," you whispered to him, looking down at the floor until he used his free hand to tilt your head up and your eyes met with his. Eventually, your lips met his as well. It was brief, but soft and love filled. He didn't hesitate to pull you into a hug afterwards as well. The only problem was, his hard-on still existed.

"You know, I would love to settle down and watch a movie and all with you to talk about all your favorite things, but my boner is still here too," He joked, softly pulling away from the hug and looking down at you, cheeks alive with color.

"You want me to take care of that for you, don't you?" You ask with a stiffled laugh and look up at him to see that he's blushing, embarrassed now, and nodding his head yes. "Alright, fine, but once we're done, we're staying in your room for the rest of the night, watching Flash Gordon and you're going to give me ten reasons why Soul Rebel is your favorite Bob Marley album."

He grinned brightly at you now, "Deal."

[kellyashcroft]

It’s You C.7 - Why Does It Hurt?

Summary:  I’m Embry and I don’t think much of this whole soulmate business. What are the chances that in a sea of 7 billion people you’ll just find your soulmate? What’s the point in wasting your time with relationships with people that aren’t your soulmate? On the off chance that one or both of you do meet the one you’re destined for, it’s just gonna cause unnecessary pain but what’s the alternative? Stay alone forever waiting for someone that might never show up? I’m 26 and I still don’t have my mark and I’m tired of waiting.

Word Count: 3900

Warnings: Angst, mentions of parental death, mentions of physical pain, mentions of torture, fluff

A/N: Sorry it’s late, it’s been a busy week! This is the longest chapter yet, I’ve combined two chapters because the next one was really short but the next update will still be on Monday. Please let me know what you think and I will list the masterlink below for you! Thank you fpr reading, I hope you enjoy it! 

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Will wakes up not much longer after me and as I keep my eyes on the television, I feel his head shift down to look at me.

"Sorry, I fell asleep" he mumbles and I move my head to meet his eyes, still being held in his arms. 

"It's okay, so did I, I've only been awake maybe, ten minutes, I didn't want to wake you"

"I should go" he says as he moves to get up off the couch. He plants his feet on the ground as he stands up and brushes his hand through his hair as I turn my body to sit upright on the couch, wishing it was still two minutes ago rather than this awkward, weirdness.  “I don’t mean, I don’t want to- - I mean” he stutters as he scratches the back of his neck and I squint my eyes at him, “it’s late and I can’t stay the night, I’ve got no clean clothes here or anything”

"No, I get it" I answer quickly, realising that I did actually want him to stay and a silence falls over the two of us again as we both look anywhere but at each other.

"I'll just, get" he points behind his head, "get my coat then" he says quietly as I look back at him as his voice grabs my attention. 

"Okay, I'll walk you out" I say back as I get up and walk him towards the front door.

He hesitates just outside the door frame as he turns back to me and I lean slightly on the door.

"Embry" he starts, "do you? I mean, um, I" his nervous energy makes me stand up straighter, my heart racing in my chest. He lets out a breathy chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck with his hand again; I guess he does that a lot when he's nervous. "I had a really nice time tonight, thank you" he smiles up at me once he's decided on his words.

"I had a really nice time too, we should do it again sometime" his smile only grows wider at my words and a second later he leans in and places a quick, unsure kiss on my cheek and I feel my face blush.

"See you tomorrow" he says quickly as he turns to go to his car, looking back towards me as he gets into the driver’s seat and I offer a small wave and then he's gone.

I go back into my house, making sure to lock the door and find my phone, already having received a text from Will.

   ⁃    I really had an amazing time with you. Sorry I fell asleep. I really hope we can do it again, maybe next time I can cook for you? Good night, Em. 

I can't help but smile and notice the nickname he's given me and I realise no one else has ever shortened my name. It seems weird to think about because it seems so obvious, but no one ever has and I like the thought that maybe he will be the only one to ever call me it. I quickly text back.

   ⁃    I had a great time too. It's okay, you look cute when you sleep. I'd love that. Goodnight.

I walk up the stairs into my bedroom, put on my favourite pyjamas again, now that they're washed, and slip into bed, hoping for a peaceful night’s sleep, but that's not what I get. 

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"You really just can't stay out of the way can you?" I hear a woman's voice say in an angry tone as I feel something being dragged from my face and I take a deep breath. "Always in the way!" 

The woman grabs my left arm and picks up a metal device as she places it over the mark on my wrist and I let out a scream in pain. 

"It'll stop hurting soon, we've done this before, stop fidgeting" she scolds and my blood turns cold at the pain and fear I'm feeling.

"What did you do with him?" I whisper through the pain. "Where is he?"

"Oh he's fine, don't worry, you won't remember him soon enough anyway" she says. What does she mean, I won't remember him? 

The woman keeps the device pressed against my skin for what feels like forever and the pain increases and decreases in intensity over time. I hear my own screams and whimpers and I try to fight her off as she has more straps added to restrain me. 

Eventually she stops and the pain subsides a little as she removes the device. I manage a glance down at my mark through my hooded and watery eyes, exhausted from the torture I've just endured and notice that the mark on my wrist is lighter, less prominent.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP!

I jolt awake, yet again, to the sound of my alarm blaring and slowly I reach over to hit the snooze button, hoping for just five more minutes; enough time to collect my thoughts, before I get up out of bed, and start my usual routine of brushing my teeth, washing my body, putting on make up and getting dressed. 

I decide again to drive to work today, feeling too tired to walk, as much as I miss my near the beach walks home and as I stop at some traffic lights I remember being here and my wrist hurting. I realise it was him I saw, Will. He was the guy walking across the street. I remember the same dark brown hair, the same smile, the dimple. He was the guy who's hand I shook and felt the same pain again. But the mark isn't supposed to hurt. I've never heard anyone ever say it hurt them to get their mark, so why did mine hurt?

I'm pulled from my thoughts yet again as the lights change and I continue my drive to work but I can't seem to shake the feeling that something's wrong. Surely there must be a reason that ours was so different? I make a mental note to go to Clive's after work and ask him if he knows anything about it. He knows an awful lot more about them than me, he practically wrote a thesis on them at one point, maybe he can help. 

As I pull into the car park at the school, I see Will walking across a few metres from me and he raises his hand in a wave as he catches my eye and I think about how used I'm getting to seeing my mark on his wrist, and his on mine. 

"Hey" he says as our paths cross near the doors of the school and we smile at each other. 

"Hey, you okay?" I start as he shakes a plastic cup at me containing my favourite mocha, passing one to me and keeping one for himself. “Thank you”

"No problem.” He pauses as he smiles at me. After a few seconds he shakes his head as he looks down to the floor and continues, “Yeah, didn't sleep the best though, you?"

"Me either actually, I had the weirdest dream" as I'm about to start to tell him about it, the bell rings for the first class of the day and I feel like I've lost time, not a lot, only about ten minutes or so, but like as if somehow, the day is passing by earlier than it should. I was sure we had longer to talk.  

"So today, class, we're gonna have a study session, so if everyone could take their notepads and textbooks out, I want you to all read through your evolutionary perspectives of eating behaviour essays and write notes on your essay. Try and shorten it into key points and then that into bullet points until you'll be able to know your paragraph from a few key words. If you need any help, just ask, otherwise, you can work in small groups" I finish as a few tables scrape across the floor, kids moving closer to their friends as a quiet muttering overtakes the room and I sit in my chair behind the desk. 

My mind falls back to the dream I had last night and I can't help but feel like there's more to it, like it's not just a dream and like I'm missing some of the information. I start to look at my mark and notice that it's full in colour, unlike my dream, but as I stare at it, it starts to itch again and I get a sharp pain in my head as a flood of words enter my brain. They're all fumbling over each other too fast for me to hear most of them, the only ones I make out don't make any sense to me and I hold the side of my head as I scrunch my eyes, opening my mouth in a silent scream and hope the pain will subside quickly.

"Embry?" I hear and just as quickly the pain started, it goes and I look up to find Will, his hands on my forearms, his body twisted as he tells the class to pack up their stuff and that they're dismissed for the day. As the class empties he turns back to me with concern in his eyes, "are you okay? I walked past and you looked like you were in agony. What happened?"

"I, I don't know, my head just started hurting. I couldn't make much of it out"

"Make what out?"

"The words" I answer, "my head was flooded with words, I could only make a little bit out through the jumble: lost, taken, soulmate and you, but it doesn't make any sense, I don't know what happened". He sighed in response as he moved one of his hands behind my head and pulled me into his chest and held me.

We stay like that for what feels like forever, one hand never moving from the back of my head while the other dances up and down my back, trailing small shapes over my green dress. 

After a couple of minutes he pulls back from me and wipes the remaining tears that have fell from my eyes off my face. “I’m gonna go and get you some water okay? Don’t go anywhere”

I nod as he hesitantly stands up and leaves the room, coming back only a minute later with a bottle of water. “I haven’t drank any of it, you need to have a drink okay? It’ll make you feel a bit better”. He says as he crouches down in front of me again, one hand finding its way back to resting on my forearm.

“Thank you” I whisper as I take a big gulp of water and he continues to look at me with worry in his eyes. “I’ll be okay, I just haven’t been sleeping very well” I say through a still croaky voice and he gives me a small smile in response.

“Just, relax for a little bit” he advises as he moves in slightly closer to me, “you’ve got like twenty minutes until the next class, will you be okay?”

“I’m good, honestly” I answer too fast, “you can go, but thank you”.

We share a tentative smile as he stands up and leaves the room, and again, I’m not unaware of his eyes lingering on me as he does so. 

I spend the next twenty minutes trying to breathe through the almost crippling anxiety I keep feeling, devising it’s probably better to just leave the remnants of my coffee rather than adding more caffeine to this situation. I find a small post it note and write down the words I felt drum around in my brain and stare at them, holding for an explanation to drop from the sky when the bell rings again. Too quickly my students pile into the classroom and still not feeling great, I inform them they will be doing the same study exercise as my previous class as I sit back in my chair, tapping my pen against the desk trying to figure out what this could mean. 

Not much longer passes before lunch has come around and before I can even move from behind my desk, Will is at the door waiting for me. 

“I was wondering if maybe you’d want to sit with me at lunch today?” I hear him say.

“We sit together every day?” I question with a squint of my eyes. 

“I guess that’s true” he laughs, “I mean, just me” he says as he slowly moves into the room as I walk around my desk. 

“Are you asking me on a date to the cafeteria William?” I smile as he blushes slightly. 

“No, not a date, I promise” he laughs as he looks back up to me and wipes his hand over his chin. “Just, I’d really like to have a meal with just you again.” 

“I’d love to”. 

Walking down the corridor to the cafeteria, I feel his eyes on me every few seconds and the questions he wants to ask are almost hanging in the air in front of us like a fog. 

“I’m okay” I say as I turn to face him, nodding my head, trying to convince us both. 

“I know” he says too quickly, “I just want you to know that if you’re not, if you need help, me to cover your class, if you need anything, I can feel the anxiety coming off you” his words make me turn my head to look at the floor as I feel him stop next to me and take hold of my wrist, his thumb rubbing absentmindedly against the mark that lives there, “that’s okay too. I’m here”. His final words have me lifting my head to look at him again, a small smile finding its way into my face as he slips his hand down to hold mine and intertwines  our fingers. As I nod my head, he gives my hand a small squeeze before releasing it as we start up our walk to the cafeteria again. 

Sitting down at a table on the far side of the room, we both dig into our meals, mine being chicken pasta and Will’s being bolognese, as we discuss his classes that day. Nothing major happened, like for example, he didn’t freak out all of his students by having an agonising pain in his head and had to have them excused by another staff member, but he did teach one of his classes about an obscure battle that I had never heard of. As the conversation about our classes dwindles down, we both turn to continue our lunches, comfortable in each other’s presence and my anxiety is easing from just being around him. 

“I know you might not want to talk about it but, I meant it, anything you need, ever” he says with a level of sincerity I’m not sure I’ve ever heard before and I know he’s not just talking about today, he really does mean anything and with what time is coming up, I can’t even begin to express how much that means to me. “Chloe mentioned something this morning about this being a tough time of year for you?” He asks innocently and I can’t work out if I’m mad or grateful that my friend started this conversation for me. 

“I don’t really talk about it at work but yeah, um, it’s coming up to the anniversary, of um, my parents death” I almost whisper, being brave enough to continue looking at Will. 

“I’m so sorry” he says quickly, “she didn’t say that- -, you don’t have to-“

“It’s okay, I don’t mind, but like I said I just don’t talk about it at work, sometimes I’m okay but sometimes I cry and I don’t want to cry at work”

“I get it, so do you like baseball?” He changes the subject quickly and I can’t help but laugh. 

The rest of the day goes by without a problem, each class going over the same study exercise based on what topic they’re focusing on currently and I spend my time catching up on grading essays. 

As soon as the final bell rings, I practically run from the school needing to see Clive as soon as possible. As much as sitting with Will at lunch may have eased my anxiety for that time, it came back in floods throughout the second half of the day. 

I walk into Clive's book store, hearing the bell above the door as I open and shut it. I nod in greeting at Clive, still by the counter, where he always seems to be and he nods back.

Knowing that the conversation I want to have with him is probably going to stir up some memories he'd rather forget, I take in a sharp breath as I start to walk over to him and he gives me a quizzical look. He must be wondering why I'm not just walking around the store like I usually do. 

"I need to ask you something, and you might not like it, but it's important, I'll explain as best I can but I wouldn't bring it up if it wasn't really important. Not to you" he gives me a knowing look after taking my words in and gives me a small nod, assuring me that I can ask, but not confirming that he will answer, or even have one in the first place. "Okay, have you ever heard of anyone's mark hurting? Like when they get it? Or even after they've got it? Because the first time I saw Will, it was when he was walking across the road and I was driving and I felt this sharp pain in my wrist; I didn't have my mark then of course and I ignored it, but then later it got itchy and I thought I could see something but I was wrong, although now, I'm not so sure. And then, the first time we touched, after we met, we both got a sharp pain, so bad we had to pull our hands away from each other and then mine was itchy later in the day again, I never asked about his" I'm not sure at what point we moved, but as I continue I realise I'm sitting in my usual spot on the couch at the back of the store, Clive opposite me.

"So then, today all of a sudden, it starts to get really itchy again, but like, painful itchy, like I want to scratch through my skin itchy and then I get this splitting pain in my head and I can't see or hear anything apart from these words going round and round in my head, too many to make out except four. Only four make their way through to me" I tell him the four words I'd told Will about earlier in the day as he leans further towards me, intently listening to everything I'm saying, a look of confusion on his face. "So I think they're connected, I mean, the pain, the itch, and the word soulmate came up, that can't be a coincidence right? So, I mean you know more about it than anyone else I know so have you ever heard of this happening? I mean, is it wrong? Is it trying to fight its way off my body because it's a mistake?" I ask, scared of what the answer could be as he stops me.

"I don't think it's that. The marks are never wrong, ever. He's your soulmate, there's no doubt about that but it hurting?" He turns away from me slightly, looking nowhere in particular as he thinks. "The only times I've ever heard of someone's mark hurting is when someone tried to take it off, they physically tried to tear it from their skin, it didn't work of course, the marks are protected, something in them. And when you spend too long away from your soul mate, mine hurts occasionally when I miss Mary, a few other people who've lost their soul mates or have had to be away from them have said the same thing but it's an ache, not a sharp pain".

He looks back at my disheartened face, disappointed at feeling like I still don't really have any sort of answer. "I see him every day, we talk after work until we go to sleep, he's text me goodnight, every night and neither one of us has tried to get rid of the mark" I trail off, defeated.

"Leave it with me, okay? I'll have a look through my stuff, see if there's anything I can find that might explain it and I'll let you know if I find something but just, try not to worry about it too much, okay kid?" He offers me a small smile as he pats my shoulder and I realise that's the first time since Mary died that I've seen any type of real smile on his face.

"Yeah" I surrender, "thanks Clive, it means a lot, thank you" I add sincerely as I get up to leave the store before quickly turning and adding, "oh I almost forgot, Will asked me to ask you if you could order 1984 for him? You know by George Orwell?" 

"Sure, I'll get on it straight away, I'll make up an invoice when it comes and keep it back for him or if you pick it up, okay?"

"Thanks Clive, for everything" I say as I leave the store and make it to my car.

On the drive home I decide it's been too long since I've walked near the beach and if there was ever a time I needed to be calmed by the ocean, it's probably now when my mind can't seem to stop spinning. I pull up on my driveway, get out of my car, and walk back towards the beach, deciding I'll spend a couple of hours there and maybe watch the sunset before I walk back home. 

Sitting on the beach, this is the calmest I’ve felt since I was laying in Will’s arms. Making that realisation only panics me more, I mean, I’ve only known him a few weeks. How is it that someone I’m still aware I barely know has had such a profound effect on me? I feel like there’s an internal battle inside of me of running away from this and what it means because I can’t help but feel like I’ll be hurt, and another side of me that wants nothing more than to jump in, head first because I know he will never hurt me and I don’t think I’ve ever been so confused in my life. 

Trying to shake all thoughts of Will and the dreams and the mark and my feelings about any of it out of my head, I focus on the sounds of the waves crashing in front of me and the feel of the sand against my bare feet, my shoes being placed carefully in front of me. As I dig my feet further into the sand, I wrap my arms around my knees, bending them up to sit in front of my face and I enjoy the beauty the beach offers. 

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Date posted: 04.08.2020

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He'd dash out the shuttle a moment later, seeming to have ripped off a server drive from the ship itself. "Didn't think you were the type to run away from GUN. They like to come off as a threat, though I think they're just a joke." He would would then toss the drive at Eggman. "Couldn't find anything useful, though I'm sure you can find out where the navigation was set. Maybe even find some of his other's hiding holes. You drive him out I'm sure it'll make it easier for me to get a hold of him."

He then blasted a hole through the locked hanger door only to see a massive Wisp. "Now that Wisp might actually cause you some trouble if it spots you. After all, I'm sure they hold a grudge after the stunt you pulled with the stupid space amusement park." That was just his guess, though it seemed to be more focused on the airship. "Wouldn't be surprised if Sonic was with the Wisp so have fun with that." He had no reason to be worried since he wasn't on anyone's bad side.

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"You can take care of the shuttle. I'm not good with flying those fucking things which is why I prefer to run." Surge had tried to fly a shuttle once, though it took only a few seconds for her to crash it. The tenrec didn't hear the end of that for fucking months though she warned them it wasn't a good idea. The speedster then noticed another shuttle leaving, quickly assuming it was Clutch.

"Clutch," Surge said, fighting every urge in her body to jump of the Wisp and try to find a close enough point to jump on that shuttle. Though there were people on this airship, and at this point she wasn't selfish enough to ignore them. "You aren't getting away without a few fucking scrapes." The tenrec's lighting changed to yellow, having more power before she threw a bolt right at one of the boosters of the shuttle. At the very least it'll slow him down and maybe toss him around a bit.

"I'm going to assume you don't wish for me to try and grab whatever it is you shot at." The Mother Wisp wasn't really sure what any of this was. Only knowing the thing in front of her was an airship from Sonic and Surge talking to her about it. She'd move them close enough to jump onto it before starting to force it away from the base. It was rather light.

Surge looked up seeing a ball of fire blast through a close hanger door. "Found a easy way in. You think that Blaze chick is on this airship?" The tenrec met Blaze only once and they didn't even talk that long. The speedster would be a bit surprised if they were here, though three people moving at the speed of sound could easily get everyone off this ship in an instant.

Eggman rather enjoyed the mans logic, it was true he could easily stop the device by simply blocking signals out of the room. Activating a simple jammer would do the trick with minimal effort from himself. He didn't come unprepared for something as foolish as this from clutch. Yet he was confident that Clutch wouldn't even bother releasing the switch unless he was a corpse. Clutch was not the sort of man who would throw away his life senselessly--- after all this wasn't there first encounter.

" Heh, i Could stop it of course, a simple device to cancel out the signal. But Clutch isn't the sort to throw away his life senselessly--- He's not going to pull that trigger... he doesn't have it in him to die for money of all things. i'd wager he has a plan B... "

Yet Eggman paused seeing the emerald, and was seconds away from telling Metal to intercept. But it happened in a flash, and Clutch and the emerald vanished in a flash of light. The truth was, and while few knew this fact--- even an idiot like clutch could use Chaos control. It was a matter of will power, practice and having a source of chaos energy. Even Sonic managed it with a false emerald, so it didn't shock him that Clutch of all people figured it out.

" Bravo ... Bravo... Clutch as sneaky as ever... i suppose i underestimated his resourcefulness. Who would have imagined he spent the rings to acquire a chaos emerald... a bold play indeed... "

his eyes shifted as he touched his ear with small device in it. Cubot on the other end relayed the information about GUN. Which was his que to bail from this expedition. The carrier slammed into Metal who shoved it aside his eyes flashing red at the stranger as if he wanted to kill him for that one!

" Such an annoyance... why would GUN suddenly show up here? for this? Hmm what is Abe up to now. But no matter if he blew the ship that would be an inconvenience for myself. "

Eggman stopped as he watched the stranger ramble before moving off to catch Clutch. Normally he'd be thrilled to follow, but GUN meant shadow and he wasn't about to tempt fate without his armada on hand. His reason for being here was quickly fading and he had no aspirations this stranger would catch up to clutch in time. still the bombs had to be stopped. He pulled a little orb from his jacket and tossed it against the wall the small spider bot climbing to the roof and tapping into the ships power systems. A moment later a signal emitted from the device spreading out around the air ship and disrupt all communication signals.

That would stop clutch as well as anyone else trying to communicate! the chaos alone would be worth it--- but now it was time for him to cut and run... before GUN moved in for the kill.

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In a Flash of light Clutch appeared in the upper decks inside one of the private shuttles. Not his personal shuttle but it would do. He closed the hatch, and jumped into the seat and detached the shuttle from the docking clamps. In a moment he'd be free of the airship and he'd release the deadmans switch and end them all! With a push of his throttle he sent his shuttle rocketing away from the scene! His only goal was getting distance and clearing the mess of a situation that clean sweep had become.

" Hmph... what a loss this was... but i escaped with my skin...though i doubt Eggman will forget this anytime soon--- and who was that stranger? no matter... there is always next time..."

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Out of love: Part 1

Ethan Freaking Ramsey

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey × Rina Carrera

Warning: ANGST:O slight NSFW

Authors Note: Hi, hope you are having a lovely day! I am a little nervous I have never posted fanfic before, but have decided to get out of my comfort zone. Hope you enjoy!💗

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"ETHAN" Rina screamed in frustration. Ethan aggressively raised his hand silencing her. "Dr. Ramsey". He corrected coldly, trying his best to remain emotionless even though he felt his heart breaking even more. They had been fighting about everything lately...out of anger...out of frustration...out of love? Ethan had spent many restless nights trying to figure out which. Everything had changed since Naveen made Rina junior fellow on the diagnostic team. Their relationship or what ever they had ended. It always started with a comment or two different diagnosis of a patient, but no matter how it started it always ended the same... personal. What neither one of them knew was that this one was gonna hit them ten times harder.

"I'm tired of fighting with you. I'm so tired" Rina whispered as she leaned up against Ethan's cold kitchen island.

"You say that as if I was the one that came to your home at ten o'clock demanding an answer to a stupid question"!

Rina felt her anger, all her anger toward him that she tried to keep at bay, boil over. "You know all those times you said that you weren't who I thought you were, I kept believing in you and for WHAT to find out that you are just a cold bastard that doesn't give a damn about anyone except himself and his career".

"What... I stopped our whole relationship because of YOUR career Rina"!

"Yes, but you took away my choice." She took a cautious step toward him placing her hand atop his. "What about what I want, who I want? I'm a grown woman I can make my own choices".

Rina leaned closer. She felt relief pass through her body. She had broke his walls agian. She ghosted her lips across his and felt his warm breath flutter across her face...that was all too soon replaced by a cold rush of air. She opened her eyes to see his face that held the same emotions that it did in Miami.

She sighed "Not again Ethan". She couldn't hold back her tears anymore. She knew that she looked awful her makeup probably ary, but it was nothing close to how she felt, embarrassment, anger, and heartbroken. "Please don't make me go thought this agian".

She was meet with silence. After a moment of building up enough courage, she looked over to Ethan. His ocean blue eyes giving his longing and sadness away.

"I'm sorry Rookie".

Her anger over taking her hurt, she grabbed her phone and made her way to the door. Her hand pausing on the silver doorknob when she felt a tug on her pant leg and heard a small whimper. She looked down to see Jenner bitting her jeans in attempt to keep her there forever. She bent down and scratched the dogs head. Being an older dog Jenner was stubborn and had no intent on letting go.

"Let her go Jenner". Ethan whispered.

Rina looked up from jenner and looked Ethan dead in the eyes and replying.

"Like you did"?

The hurt in Ethan's eyes was evident but she didn't regret it, he deserved it. With that she scratched Jenner's head once more before lightly tugging her jeans out of Jenner's mouth.

"Bye baby". She said looking at jenner but both her and Ethan knowing who she was really talking to.

The sound of the door slamming and Jenner's paws scraping up against it echoed throughout Ethan's apartment which now felt so empty without Rina's presence.

The Next day:

Rina rounded the corner and shuffled her feet until she was at Naveen's door. She knocked and heard a a muffled "come in".

She opened the door to see Dr. Benjiri sitting behind his desk smiling broadly. Ethan was to his right purposely looking at a file in his hand, not moving an inch. She was too busy studying Ethan that she was oblivious to the handsome stranger that stood next to a bookcase.

"Dr. Carrera please meet the newest addition to the diagnostic team Dr. Reed Hanson". She looked away from Ethan to make contact with a short but handsome brown haired doctor. She felt her cheeks turn light pink "Nice to meet you Dr. Carrera". He said with a brilliant smile stretching his hand out to meet hers.

"Oh please call me Rina". She accepted his hand. A sudden spark of electricity rushed through body.

"Ah well apartly we have a spark". Reed said with a suggestive smirk.

As much as Rina tried to resist she couldn't help but get flustered at his words. She quickly looked at the ground. Missing the deadly and territorial glare Ethan gave Reed. Which just gave Reed's smirk more fuel, growing even larger.

"It's just simple static electricity". Ethan mumbled to himself before turning his attention back to his file.

Naveen being Naveen, missed nothing. Biting back a laugh he turned to Rina.

"The reason I called you in here today Rina is because I would like you and Ethan to give Dr. Hanson here a tour".

Ethan sighed "Benjiri, I have patients to attend to that is if you haven't forgotten".

Naveen knowing Ethan too well knew how to get Ethan to cave. "Alas Ethan you can tend to your patients I'm sure Rina would be fine with giving a private tour to Dr. Hanson". The infasis on private made Ethan's blood boil.

"I suppose I can find the time". Ethan replied with a unmistakable tang of jealousy.

"Well if your sure Ethan. Have fun kids and welcome Dr. Hanson it is a pleasure to have you here". With one last smile Naveen turned back to his pile of paperwork that lay in front of him.

"After you, Rina". Reed said as he held the door open for her.

"Well thank you...Reed". She gave him a smile and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She didn't know why he's kind words had such an effect on her maybe it was because he openly and shamelessly flirted with her in front of their boss. A bold move. One that she knew Ethan would never take.

10 minutes later:

"So this is your office which is right beside mine. If you ever need anything stop on by".

"All be sure too".

Ethan cleared his throat loudly. Causing their attention to drift to him. "As fun and glamorous as this has been I have patients to tend to as do you Ri- Dr. Carrera".

Rina casually opened the file that she had picked up from the nurse's station prior to coming to the their offices.

"No, actually my patients are alive and slowly getting back to the kicking part. So on that note would you like some help getting set up". Rina said gesturing into Reed's office which was filled with boxes.

"I would love that. After you".

Rina walked into the office setting her folder on the nearby coffee table. As Reed entered after her he threw Ethan a smirk as he shut the door in his face.

1 hour later:

Ethan aggressively threw his patient files into his brief case. He had walked passed Reed's office many times to check up on them. They sound of Rina's laugh still filled his head. His timing was impeccable the day after he screws up Reed shows up ready to whisk Rina off to a castle of gold. He had known Reed ever since medical school. He had always believed that rivalrys were stupid until Reed. Everything between them was a competition, grades, popularity, girls. One main girl in particular Alana Lee. Ethan cringed at the thought. Reed had always put on a mask of a nice charming man, but Ethan had always seen throught it. If only Alana had. He could still see that dammed smirk Reed gave him when Alana told him that she was leaving him for Reed...of all people! Now he was coming after Rina. This time it wasn't the same. Sure he cared about Alana but he didn't love her, not like he did Rina.

30 minutes later:

"Thanks for the help Rina". Rina glanced over her shoulder before returning her gaze to the bookshelf in front of her. "Oh it was no problem Reed".

"Um so listen Rina I was wondering"?

Rina knew where he was going. She had heard it many times in medical school, and had gotten used to letting them down gently.

"What"? Rina said walking over to him with a smirk.

Don't do this Rina you've only know him for less than two hours but...it would drive Ethan over the edge. She thought as he continued reflecting her smirk.

"If you like to go for some drinks with me tonight"?

"I would love too"!

Same Time:

Ethan hastily moved his ear from the door when he heard approaching footsteps inside the office. He searched his brain for an excuse as to why he was in a hallway that was no where near his office nor an exit. He looked for a place to hid. His eye landing on a supply closet.

He opened the door walking into the dimly lit, fully stocked closet. He heard faint voices and footsteps retreating, before realizing who he had become.

He was Ethan Ramsey. Well Ethan Freaking Ramsey as Rina called him when she saved Naveen, a smile ghosting across his face at the memory. He slowly slid down the door that he was leaning against till he sat on the floor. He once thought that love wasn't real that it was just a word people would say to each other when they could stand to be together longer than five minutes. It wasn't till now he realized how wrong he was. Out of love for Rina he was hiding in a supply closet. Out of love he ended their relationship. Out of love...he changed for her. But he had to change back, no matter how bad it hurt.

The Next Day:

"Damn, I shouldn't have drunk so much". Rina scolded herself as she walked into the hospital. The bright florescent lights blinding her.

As Rina passed the nurse's station she gave Sahra the early shift nurse a warm smile.

As she was about to enter her office a sharp, cold voice stopped her in her tracks. Ethan was walking straight toward her with purpose. His eyes resembling fire even in the darkest blue specks.

"Could you explain this".

He said once he had reached her, shoving a tan folder at her. Instantly regretting it when she jumped slightly in response to his rought manner that he never used around her but to other interns and people that were agitating him.

She sighed deeply "That's one of my old patient's chart".

"That you dismissed".

"Considering she's an old patient, yeah Ethan".

His eyes narrowing even further before continuing. "Do not forget Dr. Carrera I am your boss and you are being unprofessional and unethical".

"Ah, so you've said but your actions seem to differ. In my apartment you were not very ethical, nor were you at yours".

"Technically I was not your boss on either of those occasions".

"I-I'm sorry did y-you just technically me, right now"?

"Rookie, we can't have this conversation in the middle of the hospital".

"Ethan, its early morning, literally no one is here except us, Sahra who is hallways away, and patients who honestly don't care".

"Oh Reed's not here? I thought you two were inseparable"?

"Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean"?

Ethan mentally scolded himself. He was supposed to keep up the act that he didn't care, like he was just her boss but, but his jealousy was slowly taking over.

"My office now Rookie"!

He walked past her not waiting for an answer. When he didn't hear footsteps, he turned to her still standing by her office door. Confliction written upon her face.

"No"? She said shakly not looking at him, keeping her eyes glued to the floor.

"No"? He was so startled he just looked at her his mouth agape. No one ever told him no. Why would they dare he was the Ethan Ramsey after all.

Rina looked up from the ground determination taking over her features.

"No"!

"Excuse me"?

She walked toward him until she was right in front of him. His breath the only warmth in the cold hallway.

"I am your damn colleague Ramsey, I know you are used to belittling people showing your authority. But I know you well enough to know this is not about a patient that I had the audacity to dismiss. So what is this really about".

"D-did you-".

"WHAT".

"Did you s-sleep with him".

She let out a loud mocking laugh. "What if I did"?

She didn't have time to register what was happening before Ethan had had dropped the file and had her pushed up against the cold hallway wall. Leaving fiery kisses down her neck to her collarbone.

"If you did, answer me this, could he make you feel like this".

She leaned her head up against the wall. Cherisheing every kiss. Letting out a small whimper. "Only you can, Ethan".

"Only you".

He looked up meeting her eyes, with a proud smirk.

"Good".

His hands untangled from her hair moving lower. Brushing his finger tips on her hip briefly before continuing lower.

His hand playing with the bottom of her skirt before slipping under.

"Et-".

The hallway suddenly echoed with the sound of sharp stilettos hitting the ground.

"Damn it"! Ethan murmured before removing his hand out under Rina's skirt and moving away from her, picking up the dropped file and acting as if reading it.

"Ethan there you". Harper said as she rounded the corner stoping beside Ethan. Laying a hand on his arm as if he was hers.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were hiding from me".

"Then apparently you don't".

Harpers fake smile slipping before she recomposed herself.

"Um, yes well Ethan you and I have business to discuss, and you Rina, Benjiri needs to see you".

"Well thank you for telling me". Rina snuck a glance at Ethan who was glaring at an oblivious Harper. She had to hold back a laugh when she glanced down to his his evident arousal, which still remained.

Ethan glanced over at Rina giving her a puzzled look before following her gaze down. He quickly moved the file down in attempt to hide it. Harper jumped slightly at the sudden movement.

"Ethan are you alright"?

"Um, yes I'm fine. Thank you".

Rina gave a tight nod to Ethan and Harper before turning in the direction of Naveen's office.

1 Hour Later:

Rina walked down the hall toward Ethan's office in hope of continuing, what they had earlier started. When she heard a breathless Reed call out her name.

She turned in his direction and smiled.

"Hey Rina. I'm glad I caught him. You left your purse at my apartment last night".

"Oh my gosh! Thank you! I can't believe that I never noticed it was gone".

"Yeah, speaking of last night. I had a lot of fun and was wondering if you'd like to have some more fun agian tonight"? Reed asked with a very suggestive smirk.

"Oh I-". Before Rina had the chance to respond his pager went off. "I gotta go, but we'll talk later okay"?

He turned on his heel disappearing around a corner.

She sighed turning, coming face to face with Ethan.

"Oh gosh. Ethan I can-".

"Dr. Ramsey". He corrected as he did that night at his apartment.

"No Ethan nothing happened! Don't go back to this please! Ethan!

The hallway grew quite. Rina looked around at the doctors and nurses that had gathered, watching intently.

She opened her mouth to respond, but not a sound came out. She couldn't stop the tears that poured down her face. Don't do it Rina she told herself but her hands had already taken off her badge.

"Rookie"?

[elwynten]

Prologue/Authers Notes:

This is what I would like to change 'if' I could go to Pern, from "The Dragonriders of Pern" series by Ann McCaffery, and The RWBY Universe, by Rooster Teeth. This is the daydreams of, 'if', I was able to travel to different universes and had powers given to me by way of CYOA's (Create Your Own Adventures). Nothing here is official or canon. It is all what happenes (or what could happen) IF you gain powers/abilities and can travel to fictional universes that you read about or watch, and want to see how it would be to live in these alternat universes and have a chance to make some changes in them. Hopefully for the better.

Many of the CYOA's give you companions/waifus. So, there are many girls from the CYOA's. This does NOT mean anything untoward is going on. So, get you mind out of the gutter.

Chapter 1

I had decided to take a drive in the country. It's something we did when I was younger. We'd all pile into the car and Dad would drive us around in the country. It's something I hadn't done in a long time, so I decided to do it today. Something to do to get out of the house.

After driving for a while and looking at the countryside. The last thing I remember of the drive is a tire blowing and the car skidding and flipping. Then everything went black.

I had to be dreaming or hallucinating, because I heard a voice in the blackness. A voice I had never heard before. "Your wish, your dreams, your fantasies. Whatever you wish to call them are given you." It didn't make any since, because at the moment, my wishes or dreams were to not die.

There were flashes, images and bits in the blackness but I couldn't remember what they were.

Waking up I found myself on the ground, laying in the grass on my back. Opening my eye I saw the sky, right before it was blocked from my view by a cute face. Typical reaction, I had died and gone to heaven, but that really didn't seem right. Looking at the girl standing over me, I knew I should know who she was. But how or why I should know her, I didn't know.

She grinned at me. "You can get up Eilwyn. Your okay." (She pronounced it El-win.)

Slowly moving my arms and legs, and when nothing hurt, I sat up. Then I took a closer look at the girl. Even though I was sitting on the ground and she was standing up. It looked like she would be shorter than I am. Maybe 5 feet tall. The sun was hitting her hair and giving it highlights. Usually highlights are red or blond, but her highlights were red, blue, teal, peach, and purple, with a metallic sheen to them. Titanium came to mind.

Eilwyn! Why would she use that name for me. It isn't my real name, and I've told only one person about the reason behind that name. I looked to where my car was. It's not in the greatest of shape. Broken out windows, the roof buckled in on one side, and both tires on the side I could see were flat. Not sure if it would be totaled or the insurance company would repair it.

I had just been thrown about seventy five feet from my car and nothing was broken, nothing hurt and no scrapes or cuts. I turned and looked at the girl again. The girl that looked so familiar but I still can't figure out where I'd seen her before. "H-how do you know I'm okay? And how do you know who I am?"

She giggled. "I'm, 'Your Own Familiar' your Companion."

'My own Familiar, my Companion? I have a Familiar?' I thought to myself. 'How could that be possible. That was a CYOA I had created, 'Your Own Familiar'.'

*Yes, you have a Familiar and I'm her.* She cocked her head to the side. I heard her in my head. *I can hear what you're saying in your head, and you can hear what I'm saying in my head. You know, telepathy.* She sent to me, grinning.

'My Familiar/Companion, and I can talk to her, telepathicly. I started running ideas though my head. It couldn't be… could it?' I thought.

*Well, I'm here.* She sent to me.

"Or I'm dreaming, or hallucinating." I replied.

My car is probably totaled so I figured I'd try a test. Still sitting on the ground I reach my hand out towards my wrecked car. Holding my hand out in front of me, thinking of my car, I close my hand into a fist. As I did, the car twisted and crushed in the sides. Making it totally undrivable and a total wreck.

I remember what the voice in the darkness said. 'Your wish, your dreams, your fantasies. Whatever you wish to call them are given you.' I looked back at the girl and a name comes to me. "Taima? Your Taima?"

"That's me, and it looks like your dreams have come true." Taima said sitting down beside me.

I had to remember the dreams, or wishes I'd had. "Could this be about the folder on my computer titled CYOA's?" I asked out loud to myself.

Taima giggled. "It looks like it. I seem to know that I have only been here for a couple minutes, but I have memories farther back than that, OOHHH! I hear sirens!" She said and put her hands over her ears.

I could hear the sirens also.

"If this is all true and I'm not insane, dreaming or hallucinating. You can change into a wolf, right? Change into a Timber Wolf. I don't think we need them seeing you right now. Well see you in human form, anyways." I looked at Taima beside me. "It's going to be difficult enough explaining all this without another person to explain about."

The next moment Taima was no longer the cute youngish looking girl, but now a Timber Wolf.

I motioned to Taima and told her. "Go on over there on the rise. It's going to be difficult enough convincing the cops that I'm not hurt without having to explain how you were in the wreck and didn't get hurt as well."

Taima trotted up the rise and looked back at me. "Can you make it over the fence?" I asked her.

She looked at the fence, then I hear in my head. *No problem.*

As I watched, Taima "Blinked" to the other side of the fence. Blink is a short distance teleportation, no more than 100 feet in distance and in line of sight.

"That answers that question." I said.

She cocked her head to the side. *What question is that?*

"How we are going to get home. At least I hope we can teleport home." I could see a cop car just down the road with it's lights on. I'm guessing it's a Sheriff's car, since we are in the country.

I didn't want to, but in this instance I had to. I tried out my new mind control abilities to make the sheriff's deputy believe I wasn't hurt, which I wasn't, in the accident. It is the truth, but how do you convince someone that when the car you wrecked in, is totaled and you walk away unharmed.

The Shariff called for a tow truck. While we were waiting for the tow truck to arrive, the sheriff took some pictures of my car. I asked him to send copies to me so I could use them for my insurance.

After my car was on the back of the wrecker and headed off and the Sheriff was on his way. "I need to get home, now." I told Taima.

*'We', need to get home.* I heard in my head along with a giggle.

"Sorry, this is going to take a little while to get used to." I looked over at Taima. "We need to get home." I looked around. "I don't think flying would be a good idea. I think I need to practice some place no one will see me. Besides flying would draw too much attention."

The wolf Taima 'Blinked' to my side. I looked down at her and scratch her head between her ears. "Let's give Teleporting a try, shall we?" I pictured my back yard. No need popping into the front yard where anyone could see. I imagine myself being there. I look down at Taima. "That is how you do it, correct? Picture where you want to go, concentrate on that location and 'will' yourself there?" I asked her.

Taima looked back at me and just nodded her head, yes. Which is funny seeing a wolf nod it's head like a human.

The next moment I or rather we, were in my back yard. It took a moment for me to re-orient myself.

"Wow! That was interesting." I looked around, to make sure no one saw us 'port' into the back yard. We started walking to the front of the house. "This is… 'our' house." I said to Taima.

Taima trotted beside me. *One of them.* She sent, and I heard giggling in my head again.

I stopped walking and looked down at Taima. "Yah. If this has something to do with my 'dreams' then there should be at least one more house. If it's what I think it is, I want to wait a little while before I - we," I nodded towards Taima. "go looking for it." I started walking again. I reached into my front pocket and pulled my keys out, to unlock the front door.

Looking over to the garage. "I guess I'll need to get another car. I'll wait and see what happens. I think I'm going to be busy for a while figuring all this out. But then, with all the abilities I'm supposed to have now, I don't really need a car. If I'm not dreaming or hallucinating, that is." Unlocking the front door, I held it open for Taima to enter first. After I'd entered the house, I shut the door. "Human form please."

*Yes master.* Taima giggled. "I am your Familiar after all." She was back in the human form. she had been in after the wreck.

I staired at Taima for a couple seconds. "I prefer companion or friend. "I know we are connected, and you pretty much have to do what I tell you. But I prefer you to be more of a companion. I'll try to let you make a lot of your own decisions. With us being connected or linked telepathically, I'm guessing you'll know what I want as soon as I know." I shrugged my shoulders. Being connected that way I wouldn't know if what she did was her own idea or what I was thinking or wanting. I'd just have to let things run their course, and live with whatever happens. Although I did know that if I didn't treat her well, she could leave. That is, if any Familiar wasn't treated well by their 'master' the Familiar can leave.

I went online and checked my bank account to see how much money was in it, because one of my "dreams or CYOA's" gave me some money. Well, quite a bit of money. And yes, there was quite a bit more money in my account than should be. Well quite a bit is another understatement of how much more money was in my account. There was enough for me to live off of for the rest of my life. As long as I didn't go crazy with it. No, I lie. If I'm correct, I have immortality, so the money would not really last very long, in that since. "I should go in and put most of the money into a savings account, or invest it." I said talking more to myself than to Taima.

There should have been more money in my account. But thinking of what I had wanted. The money could be divided between three accounts or three places, but that would have to wait before I could check it out.

Sitting on the couch, I leaned back, rubbed my eyes and face with my hands. "OH, this is a lot to get used to." I looked at Taima, who was smiling at me. Then it hit me. I didn't have my glasses on. Yet, I could clearly see her. Well, I can see better than I could 'with' my glasses. I heaved a big sigh. If this 'is' about my 'dreams' then I don't need glasses anymore. I went into the bathroom. I wanted to see what I looked like. My reflection was close to the same as before the accident. But my gray hair was gone. I was the same height as before, but some of my facial features were a little different. All my old aches and pains were gone as well, and my hair was thicker and fuller. It was dark brown but there were blue highlights. BLUE highlights! And my eyes are now a bright teal color. Where did those colors come from! Thinking about it, I did know where the colors might have come from. But it's still a shock seeing myself with these changes. And the real surprise was I had a full set of teeth. I'd had them removed because of how bad they had gotten. But it didn't matter any more. My skin tone was a little darker. It's a little darker than a light tan. It looked like some of my ethnic heritage was more prominent than they used to be.

I looked about the same, so anyone that knew me would probably recognize me. But I looked different enough that I could pass as my own brother or cousin.

Taima came into the bathroom, and saw the shocked look on my face. "Isn't this what you wanted. What you dreamed about?" She asks.

"I guess so. But dreaming of being able to do things like this and REALLY being able to do them, are two different things. Along with the changes in my looks. AND this is NOTHING I thought would really happen to me. I guess it's like living from pay check to pay check and suddenly winning the Power Ball. I want to believe it, but, is it real, or a dream. If it's real I don't want to go running around using my abilities all over the place. That would make me a target for all sorts of people… And I'm not sure what to do next. I should probably take a few days to get used to what's happening, get used to what I can do, and get used to my new looks." I looked at Taima. "And get used to having someone else around all the time." I headed to the kitchen. *I'm getting something to drink. Do you want anything?* I said in my head, seeing if Taima would hear it.

*I'm not thirsty.* Taima sent. She had followed me as far as the doorway into the kitchen.

"I'm not… thirsty… either." I stopped and looked at the refrigerator. "I'm not thirsty." I walked back and looked at Taima. "I'm not thirsty." I said again, sounding like a broken record. "That's because of you right? Sustenence?"

Taima giggled. "Or Endurance. Could be either one or both."

With Sustenance I don't have to eat, drink, breath or sleep. But I can do all of those things if I want to. Endurance lets me work or run all day without needing to rest, and I don't need to eat.

"I'm not thirsty." I said again. "BUT, I'm still getting something to drink. Do you want anything?"

"I'll take the same as you, sweet tea." She replied.

I went back into the kitchen and poured two glasses of tea. I took them back into the living room, and hand one to Taima. Then I sat down beside her. I stood back up and fished in my pants pocket. Pulling out my keys, I saw two new keys on my key ring. Holding them up so we both could see them. "For the other house?" It was a statement as well as a question.

Taima looked the keys over. "I believe so. Should we go and take a look?"

I put the keys back in my pocket and sat back down. "Not yet. I don't think I'm ready for Thread and fire breathing dragons, quit yet." At least I believe that is where the new house will be. I took a drink of my tea. "I still want to get used to everything before I go traveling to other universes." I took another drink of tea. "I wonder…"

"Where your weapon is?" Taima finished my sentence. I gave her a dirty look, and she giggled. "Sorry, I know I don't have to finish your sentences for you, just because I know what your thinking. Right?"

"Right. But yes, I wonder where my weapon is. Is it, in the Armory or in the little storage pocket dimension?" I finished.

Taima looked thoughtful for a moment. I heard her thoughts, but I ignored them. I didn't want to always be listening into what she was thinking. "Well since you don't have it yet, they could be in either the Armory or the storage space." (Meaning the small personal pocket dimension about the size of a large closet.)

I cut in. "But since I can summon it to me at any time. I could probably summon it to me now. Right?"

Taima nodded her head, yes. "Any time you want too, if I understand how it works correctly."

"What to do, what to do." I said more to myself than to Taima. "I can't really do much in the light of day." I thought for a couple minutes. "I've been wanting a fence around the backyard. I could practice my Earth Control by putting up a stone or earthen fence-wall around the back yard…" I started, but before I could finish my thoughts, there was a knock at the front door.

I looked at Taima. "I'm not expecting anyone." Getting up, I went and opened the front door. Standing on the front porch was a girl. Any female younger than myself or under the age of 55, the age I was, I call a girl. And this one looked to be around my age. Or at least my 'new' age of 20. Like Taima, she looked familiar. "Hello." I said.

The girl looked at me for a moment. "I was told you were looking for roommates and to come to this address. I am called Robbie." She gave a weak smile. "I was told my name was a joke, but I don't understand it." Robbie is about my height, maybe a tad shorter. Her hair is a Silver/grey color. If that's really a hair color. Her hair is short, a bob cut is what I believe they call it. And blue eyes.

*That is where you remember her.* Taia said in my head.

"Ya… uh… ya. I remember something about roommates." It wasn't the truth, but then it wasn't exactly a lie either. It was part of one of the CYOA's. "Well this isn't the place you'll be staying. I'll have to…" A car was pulled into the driveway. I watched it pull in. "Another one?"

Robbie turned to look at the car. "Another one?" She asked, confused by what I had said.

"Ya, I believe it might be another 'roommate'. I don't know of anyone else that would be showing up right now." I told Robbie.

The car came to a stop, and the driver's door opened and out stepped another girl. A name came to me, as I heard Amber, in my head. I looked at Taima and nodded my head, in agreement, as the girl walked up to the porch. "Amber? Your Amber, right?" I asked.

"Hi, big brother. Long time no see." Amber said and laughed, as she stepped onto the porch. She reached her arms out and took me in her arms and gave me a hug.

"That's something else I'm going to have to get used to, a sister." I said returning the hug. I released her and stepped back.

Watching Amber, I saw that she is about my height maybe a bit taller than myself. Reddish-brown hair, that reached her shoulders and I could see she had green eyes.

A little sister that is taller than I am. She'll probably rub it in. But then I do have an advantage I can use if I need to, or want to.

I don't really know how all this works with Amber being my sister. That was part of the CYOA, where she was my long-lost sister. My/our parents had adopted her out when she was a baby. But that was all part of the CYOA not real life. Yet here she is, my long-lost sister. We might be coming close to a paradox.

Turning slightly so I could see Robbie. "This is Robbie, another roommate. Robbie this is my long lost sister Amber." Then I motioned for Taima to come out onto the porch. "And this is Taima." I invite them into the house. We all found seats and get settled. "There should be two more. Well… several more but I'm hoping the rest will be at Tel Aviv Hold."

"The house is in Israel?" Asked Robbie.

I chuckled. "No, It's not in Israel. I just call it Tel Aviv Hold. And a Hold is from the Dragon Riders of Pern books." I explained. And there was another knock on the door. "I'm guessing that's Mercedes, if it's another roommate, because Yuki can't knock. At least not yet." I said. Standing up, I went to the door and opened it. Standing there, is yet another girl. "You would be Mercedes?" I asked. She nodded her head, yes. I invite her in. "You'll love the lab. You can't blow it up. But I do have a few things for you to build once we're at the new house and settled in. And not questioning your skills, but if you're not sure how to build what I want. There will be books for you to read through to give you all the information you'll need."

Mercedes nodded her head, with a bit of a surprised look on her face. "I guess I can do that for you. What do you want me to build?"

"Sorry didn't mean to overload you like that. I'll tell you later when there's more time." I offered her a seat then introduce her all around. "I'll explain everything once Yuki arrives. No need to repeat myself several times." I said.

Mercedes looked like the typical tomboy. She is several inches taller than me, with light brown hair cut short and a little spikey on top, with hazel eyes.

Amber piped up. "Who is Yuki? Another roommate?"

I grinned. "Yes, she's the last roommate of this group. But she's a bit, shall I say, different. She's a ghost." I held up my hands to keep everyone quiet. "But if she has a place to live and to call home. She will get her physical body back. So then, I'm guessing, she will be alive again. It's a bit strange, but not really any stranger than everything else that's going on right now."

Amber grinned. "We have our own ghost? It'll be like one of the Hogwarts school houses, with Yuki as our house ghost."

Everyone laughed. "That is probably closer to how it will be than you know…" I started.

As if on cue, the head of a woman popped through the door. "I'm Yuki and I was told you were taking in roommates. Am I at the correct place?" She asked.

Yuki's taller than me by a few inches. She has long black hair, that reaches the middle of her back, and brown eyes. Her skin is pail, but then she 'is' a ghost.

Almost at once. "Yes it is." "Looks like it." "Your the last one." "It appears so." Everyone broke into laughter.

After getting the laughing under control, I said. "Yes, you're at the right place Yuki. Well, it's the place everyone is meeting at. The new house is in another place. And I guess it's about time I take you there." I introduce everyone to Yuki. Then I motion everyone to follow me to the back yard.

*You wanted to practice.* Taima said telepathically.

*Ya, but I didn't expect to be inundated with roommates, either.* I replied. I had planned on waiting a couple days. But it looks like my mind has been changed. I kind of chuckled.

I lead everyone out to the back yard. Then turning to the group. "About every ability I have is new to me right now. So, taking everyone to the new house is also new. I'll set up a portal to the house and send Taima through first. She'll let me know if it's in the correct place. Then we'll all go through."

Taima gave me a dirty look. "That's right, use me as a guinea pig." She said out loud so everyone could hear, then she grinned and giggled.

The others looked at each other as if they weren't sure about any of this.

"Okay, let's give this a try." I close my eyes and concentrated on the universe the new house should be in, and the time I want it to be there. Then think of a doorway between this universe and that one. Opening my eyes there is, what looks like, a hole in the air in front of me. The edges of the hole shimmer as if the light is bouncing off of different surfaces. In the middle of the hole is a building, a house, that looks like it has a graveyard in front of it. There are also some trees and bushes that don't look like anything I've ever seen before. "You're up." I told Taima. "And keep an eye out."

Taima took a step towards the opening then turned back to me. "I know what to look for." And she tapped her head by her temple with a finger. Turning back to the portal, she walked through. We could see her looking around, then she headed to the graveyard and out of sight.

Waiting to see if everything was good, I turn to my new roommates. "It looks like the right place. It should only be a minute or two before we know."

"Where is this place?" Yuki asked.

"It's a place called Pern. It's kind of backwards. The people are in about the late Middle Ages. There's even dragons, but they aren't anything to worry about. They work with humans; they don't hunt or fight humans." I told them.

"If it's that backwards. What am I going to do there? I'm a mechanic and they didn't have much for mechanics to do back then." Mercedes asked me.

"They are backwards right now. But in about a year, their time, they will be learning a LOT of new things. Right now, they are working on something like a telegraph. And in a year, or what they call turns, they will find a computer that will teach them HUGE amounts of modern technology. Or at least more modern technology than they have now." I explained.

Robbie looked confused. "How do you know all that will happen? Can you see the future, or are you guessing?"

I chuckled. "I can open a portal to any real or fictional universe." I motioned to the portal. "And this portal goes to the universe of Pern. Where they ride dragons and live in a Middle Ages type of world. I've read the books, so I know what is going to happen. At least to a point. I'm not sure if once I get there if I can change the story line, or if it runs according to how it is in the books no matter what I do there. But I'm hoping I can change the story line. There's not a lot I would want to change on Pern but there are a few things I want to change." I said.

"And I plan on going to the RWB*Y, pronounced Ruby, universe later on. And there I plan on changing the story line quite a bit, if I'm able to. I'm guessing that any changes I make will only happen in that Universe and not in the books or DVDs." I finish.

"So, you want to go to places you've read about and change what happens in the story?" Amber asked me.

I grinned. "More or less, yes. RWBY is an anime show not a book, but that doesn't really matter." I told her.

"How can you do that?" Amber added.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not really sure how I can do it. All I know is I've been given some abilities and one of them is traveling to different universes, both real and fictional. And once I'm there they become real." I said.

After waiting a short time. *It looks good. Bring them through.* Taima sent to me. I nodded my head. Then to my new roommates. "It's all good to go." At the look on a couple faces, I know they were a little concerned or worried about what they were walking into. "Don't worry, it's safe. I'm new at this, so I just wanted to make sure I opened the portal to the correct location. And Taima just informed me it's good." Taima walked to where we could see her on the other side of the portal and waved at us.

Making a sweeping motion with my hand to the portal. "Ladies, after you."

Looking around at each other, Robbie moved first, and walked through the portal. There was a slight shimmer, then you could see Robbie standing beside Taima. Mercedes followed after Robbie, then Amber and last, Yuki. Once I walked through the portal I turned around and close it so no one else could come through. Don't want anyone just walking through the portal.