#i fell asleep three separate times today. i can barely keep myself awake but i cant sleep at night

[electricpurrs]

ive been sleeping so badly and eating so badly i can like sense my physical health deteriorating. i can feel every vitamin deficiency i have as my cells shiver and die like a wilting flower

[dramaticlester]

safety symptoms

summary: dnp get their vaccines and someone isn’t taking it very well.

also known as i got my vaccine irl and the only way i know how to handle it is to bring dnp into the situation and turn them into me.

genre: fluffy illness pls

warnings: vaccine/needle mentions, side effects of many varieties (pls help irl), swearing

Accepting the vaccine itself was a piece of cake. Dan and Phil both eagerly booked their places, the prospect of licking a stranger not a foreign thought to either of them. They went to the place, pinkie fingers linked between them in the back of the taxi, two masks pulled over each of their mouths (because they were for sure not taking those risks).

Having the vaccine was also a piece of cake. Dan and Phil split ways to go to their separate cubicles, giving each other a reassuring hand touch before going.

Phil was a bit better with needles, though he wouldn’t particularly choose to have one. He sat down, greeting the nurse with a kind smile and a bit of an icebreaker joke about sticking it in his eyeball (she didn’t laugh). Phil was so busy talking to her, he didn’t notice the needle even go into his arm, that’s how painless it was. Not even a prick.

“There you go, darling,” the nurse smiled, placing a little plaster over it. “Drink fluids and you’ll be just fine. Take a seat in the waiting room to make sure you’re okay to leave.”

“Thankyou!” Phil grinned, pulling his jacket on and wandering out into the waiting room where Dan was already sat, phone in hand as he took a picture of his little card to put on, presumably, his instagram story.

“Hey you, how are you feeling?” Phil asked, sitting beside him, rubbing a discrete hand over his back.

“Fine, I accidentally tensed my arm when she put the needle in, but it wasn’t too bad.”

“I’m proud of you, just one more to go...”

Later that night, Phil’s arm started to tingle accompanied by a mind splitting headache.

“Fuck,” Phil muttered, standing up off the couch to find his way to where Dan was working away in the office.

“Hey, bub..” Dan said, concern already etched on his face. Phil didn’t deserve him.

“Dan, I don’t feel well,” Phil pouted, leaning into Dan’s cool touch on his forehead.

“At least we know your immune systems working,” Dan said sadly, linking his fingers with Phil’s. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Phil climbed into bed, accepting the water and paracetamol being passed to him. He then fell asleep to Dan’s fingers threading through his hair.

Phil’s sleep was fitful, whimpering constantly and absolutely scorching dan every time his arm brushed over his bare stomach. Dan sat awake, trying to make sure Phil didn’t accidentally hurt himself, his brow creased in worry. Dan could not stand seeing Phil poorly. Dan decided to read up a bit more about the vaccine side effects on the little sheet they’d been given, thankful to see the things Phil were feeling were common as opposed to drop everything and run to A&E.

As slowly as he could, Dan removed the covers off Phil’s boiling body, next attempting to take off the jumper and two t-shirts he had on, too. That was less successful, with Phil waking up in a full blown shiver, his eyes wide and frightful.

“What are you doing?” he demanded, scowling as he bounded himself back up in clothes and blankets. “It’s fucking freezing.”

“Phil, you have a temperature, love,” Dan replied calmly, wracking his brain for ways he could cool him down. “Your body is too hot.”

“Nuh uh,” Phil refused, pushing his socked foot against Dan’s leg. “You’re warm.”

“I’ll let you keep the blankets now, but in the morning we’re sitting out on the balcony, I don’t care if it’s freezing and/or raining,” Dan warned, settling back down, allowing Phil to crowd into his arms, nose tucked under Dan’s chin.

“Whatever you say.”

Luckily, it wasn’t raining outside as Dan insisted on pushing Phil out onto the balcony under the strict rule that he needed to cool down. Phil felt like literal death. The pain in his arm had made it hard for him to even move to get up, his head hurt so bad he swears he could see double, his stomach hurt, and he felt like he could sleep for 50 days without waking up. Dan, the little shit, only had a sore arm, that he managed to get rid of with one dose of painkiller.

“Just think of how much worse it would be if you got actual corona, if this is how you’re reacting to the vaccine,” Dan whispered (he’d taken the courtesy to whisper as Phil flinched at the low sound of the microwave beeping.)

Dan and Phil were sat on one of the loungers on the balcony, the same one, mind you, as Phil was set on cuddling the fuck out of Dan at the moment. Dan was at the back of the lounge chair, with Phil in between his legs, back to chest. Their hands were joined against Phil’s stomach, Dan pretending to not be alarmed at the sheer heat radiating from it.

“I know,” Phil grumbled, pushing further back against Dan. “It’ll pass, but I wish it would pass faster.”

They sat in silence for a long time, Phil snoozing and Dan pressing kisses to his head and resting his cheek gently against it. He felt so bad, bad that he came out with a sore arm whilst Phil was so sick. He looked peaky and disheveled, his hair sticking up in all directions from the way his body had been turning all night long, not that he didn’t still look beautiful (he did). Dan knew he’d feel so much better when they were both fully vaccinated, his greatest fear of losing Phil being a bit less prominent in the face of coronavirus. Seeing the way Phil was reacting, he had never been so thankful they were taking the social distancing so seriously, lest he lost him.

After around an hour, Phil stirred, his groan hitting Dan straight in his heart, it jumping in his chest. The only times he really saw Phil so vulnerable was when he had a migraine, it was usually Dan moping about the place due to a cold or a small cut or bruise.

“Hi, darling,” Dan whispered as Phil sat up, turning to look at him. Phil leaned forward to kiss him, cupping Dan’s jaw with strong hands. Dan was surprised, but pulled Phil impossibly closer with two large hands on his waist.

“I can’t lift my arms high enough to go round your neck,” Phil pouted, whispering it against Dan’s lips.

Dan giggled, hoisting Phil up slightly by raising his legs, “there, you’re a bit closer now so you can do it.”

Phil smiled, kissing Dan again, this time his arms wrapped around his neck, hands clasped together behind his head. Dan felt Phil begin to move around in his lap, his excitement becoming clearer. Dan pulled away, almost lead back in again by the desperate groan Phil let out.

“Not today, darling,” Dan shook his head, giving him one last peck. “You’re not well enough and you have a fever, I don’t want to take advantage of that.”

“You’re too good for me,” Phil voiced aloud this time, wrapping his legs round Dan’s waist and giving him a cuddle. It was a bit of an awkward position considering they were both freakishly tall, but it was comfortable and familiar.

“I think the same thing about you every day.”

Later on, when the paracetamol had set in and Phil’s fever had been reduced enough to not be worrying Dan constantly, they moved back inside, though the heating stayed off and every blanket hidden from Phil’s sight. He was trembling like a leaf on the sofa, out of Dan’s embrace for the grand total of five minutes whilst Dan got him some soup because “have you ever seen a nurse just sit there cuddling the patients?” though it did get the response of “maybe if they looked like you,” with a pout in Dan’s direction.

Phil was grateful after eating the soup though, his tummy full, satisfied, and warmed (though he wouldn’t tell Dan that last one otherwise he’d chuck some ice in the next lot.)

Phil started feeling better over the next few days, his symptoms dwindling down to just a minor headache and pain in his arm, but he knew it was all so so worth it. and he also wasn’t one to say no to boatloads of cuddles and warming (don’t tell Dan) soup. He felt one step closer to normality and five steps closer to his Dan.

End

hello everyone! i had my vaccine three days ago and my arm hurts and my head burns. the day after was kind of like being a lead in the walking dead though (and i did a 9 hour shift and just cried the whole way through) so i’m glad about the dwindling pain. it’ll be so so worth it though, when we can do things again! remember to get your vaccine if you receive your invite and save some lives, woo! also, this hasn’t been proofread as of yet, i just wanted to make myself feel better.

[a-spectacle-in-the-morning]

“A Halo of Silver in the Sunlight” -- Sonny Carisi

Notes: Some more Sonny, as promised. Waking up with him, warm and pleasant smells of breakfast, and the pain of discussing a terrible break up. All essential parts of a good fic if you ask me. 

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It’s a brisk Friday and the sun has yet to fully rise on the renaissance painting laid out in your bed. To your left the curtains are drawn open just a few inches and the dawn is casting a hint of bronze on the floor. To your right: your own statue of David bare and stretching in his sleep. Maybe not quite as ripped as David, but nearly as tall.

In less than an hour the light will shift to a brighter orange and rest more completely on his form. And then the silver spreading at his temples will practically shine. The thought of staring at him a while longer to see that shine almost keeps you awake, but the steady sound of his breathing has you asleep again in no time.

You wake a few hours later to the smell of Sonny cooking breakfast. As you slowly stretch out you realize the blinds have been closed. Sonny, you think. He wants you to sleep in as late as possible. With a content sigh you pull yourself out from the warm covers. Last night you’d fallen asleep naked and the air on your bare skin has you nearly shivering. You pad over to the window and open the curtains once more. Sunlight pours across your chest and, with the faint sounds of Sonny cooking behind you, your heart warms as much as your skin.  

Before you join him in the kitchen you throw on one of his oversized shirts.

“Whatcha cookin’?” you ask, stopping to lean against the bedroom door frame.

He looks over his shoulder at you, his hands still occupied with the frying pan and spatula, and graces you with one of his goofy grins. “French toast.”

You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his stomach, laying your cheek against his back. After a few moments of contently holding him you turn your head to press a kiss between his shoulders. He lets out a little happy hum that you can feel beneath your lips.

“I thought you worked today?” you question as you pull away to stand to his left.

“I uh,” Sonny starts. Suddenly the French toast has become very interesting to him. “I took a sick day.”

Your hand instinctively reaches out to lay on his forehead. It’s warm from standing over the stovetop, but not hot. “Dominick Carisi lying to get out of work. I guess anything really is possible.”

He’s still glaring at the French toast when he simply responds, “I wanted to make you breakfast.”

“You could have woken me up earlier,” you note.  

For just a second a pained look crosses his face. His lips press together then release. His nostrils flare then relax. He lifts the pan off of the stove and slides your toast onto a plate.

“I didn’t want you to leave,” he tries to shrug, but his voice waivers.

-

Last night was the first time you two had been together in about two months. You’d been dating for a little over a year when the break up happened. He had come home one night from work practically dead on his feet to find you asleep on the couch: a spread of food and wine laid out on the coffee table in front of you.

Your anniversary.  

He had completely forgotten and, seeing as it was almost three in the morning, he had missed the day entirely. It broke his heart to keep disappointing you. He would miss a dinner and you would tell him you could always reschedule. He would be gone before you woke up and you would just send him a text an hour later to wish him luck with his case. He would drag himself to your apartment at the worst hours without even enough energy to kiss you and you would let him rest his head on your stomach as he fell asleep.  

And he had just missed the one day of the year he was required to show you his appreciation for your love. He felt like a parasite: taking and taking from you and giving nothing in return. He had woken you and in the semi-darkness of the living room told you he needed a break from the relationship. He explained that he was an unacceptably negligent boyfriend and that he thought being away from you would force him to work on being kinder. You assured him that he was an amazing partner and his gut twisted even further at your forgiveness. Before you could argue any further he pulled his jacket back on and before he exited he choked out that you deserved better.  

And you hadn’t spoken to him since. You’d had more forceful breakups: ones with lots of yelling and doors slamming. But Sonny had pulled door shut behind him so tenderly when he left that it didn’t make a sound. Somehow, the quiet separation was exponentially more painful than the loud ones. You found his copy of the key to your apartment slid under the door the next morning.

You showed up at his place last night in a moment of desperation and forced your way in by heatedly kissing him as soon as he opened the door. You missed him too much to keep giving him space. Maybe it was selfish of you, but he clearly missed you too by the way his fingers instinctively threaded through your hair.  

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“I woke up before the sun was even fully out, Sonny. I wanted to stay.”

“Why did you stay?” he asks, turning to face you.

“Waking up in bed with you... It’s like I can’t even remember why we took a break in the first place. I actually had to stop myself from writing an aubade poem from just the sight of you.”

The corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly. “You know I don’t know what that is.”

“Yeah, there’s no time for poetry reading in law school,” you retort, stepping into his space so you’re only inches apart. “You were so beautiful, and I was so in love with you, that I wanted to stay in bed forever. That’s why I didn’t leave.”

"I was right,” he laments, his eyes glistening a bit with tears. “You deserve better than me. You’re too good. Too kind.”

“Sonny,” you reach out and intertwine his hand with your own. “I stayed because I love you and I can’t just stop loving you because you think you’re not enough. You are. For me you are. If you don’t believe me that’s fine. We'll work on it together. No more leaving.”

A tear rolls down his cheek as he shuts his eyes at your words. You wipe it away and lean in to delicately place a kiss on his eyelid.  

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper. “And this time, I’m not letting you go anywhere either.”

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A little bit of angst for you all. This one got away from me. It was supposed to just be waking up and happily laying in bed, but then it got sad. *insert shrugging emoji* 

I’ve got a Barba fic ready to go for Monday and a Sonny idea that’s forming as we speak. Hope you’re all prepared for some sweetness this coming week...

[vikingsarememes]

His True Wife

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Main Characters: Hvitserk Ragnarsson, Reader.

Characters Mentioned: Ivar the Boneless, Orignal characters, Ubbe Ragnarsson, Bjorn Ironside 

Summary: Hvitserk’s conflicted with the two roads he’s standing in between, so you are and the two of you are trying to figure it out together, also it’s time for you to remind your friend how’s its like to do things on his own.

Word Count:   1421

A/N: none

warnings: none

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Four days since you’ve learned the news, nothing was the same again, he was alive, he didn’t break his promise, he’s gathering an army to return for you! But if he returns, his brothers will kill him! Bjorn already made his mind, Ivar is a monster and Ubbe… Ubbe will most likely side with Bjorn and Hvitserk, oh poor Hvitserk, four nights he barely had any sleep, nightmares kept him awake, his constant struggle of not knowing what to do, on one hand, Ivar killed his wife, burned her alive, on the other, he’s his little brother that despite all still love.

You weren’t any better either, just when you were ready to move on, he’s back into your life, just when you thought you forgot about him, his name is mentioned and your stomach was filled with butterflies like a stupid maiden in love!

“I wish to start practicing again”  Hvitserk informed while the two of you laid on the bed “what for?” you asked, gazing at your roof “kill Ivar, it’s the right thing to do, don’t you agree?” you took a deep breath and looked at him “I don’t know Hvitserk, I know I always seem to have an answer, but on this matter I’m clueless, I want him hurt, yet, I want him to be safe, it doesn’t make sense, but I hope Odin will guide me when I meet him if I meet him” he didn’t seem quite satisfied with your answer “tell me, what was special about Ivar, that he had but I didn’t, from all the men of Kattegat, why him?” he asked out of nowhere.

“Hvitserk!” you warned, he didn’t like your answer this time as well “tell me if it comes to a fight between him and I, who would you be rooting for?” he insisted but you said nothing, you cursed Ubbe and Bjorn for telling him, the two of you were good on your own, distant from everything else, “I told you, I don’t wish to take sides, both ways I’ll lose!” he shook his head no and looked at you “how far are you involve with him? He left you, he hurt me, he betrayed our brothers and tortured our people, tell me, what kind of feelings do you have towards this monster that makes you forget all about those things, that you actually consider having him back?”

Hvitserk was angry but not from you, mostly from himself, because to him, this decision wasn’t as easy as to Ubbe or even Bjorn, you were the only other person who couldn’t decide as easy as they did, you were the only person who still had feelings for him “Hvitserk enough!” you roared “I don’t know! Alright? I loved the man! He’s a monster I’m aware! But he also is my love! I don’t know how to feel about him! And yelling at me about it will not help either of us! Now please, change the subject!” you yelled.

The man that was just screaming at you for answers looked at you somehow scared, he crawled to himself, you forgot that he wasn’t fully alright, that to him, you were his safe haven, the one person who’d never yell at him or get mad at him, the one person he hadn’t disappoint yet, you tried to hold him but he moved out of your reach “I’m sorry, this is as stressful for me as it’s for you, there’s a lot you aren’t aware of, that I can’t say, please forgive me Hvitserk" you pleaded, but received no answer from him, did you just ruin everything you worked on for the past few months for a stupid argument about Ivar the boneless who wasn't even here?

"We had a thing, him and I, we weren't just friends, we lived the days of our lives together, filled with love and laughter, I miss him so much when he left I felt my heart started breaking into limitless pieces, but then I learned you were here, still, alive and well, somehow, all the pain was suddenly bearable, you healed me Hvitserk, I don't say it but you rescued me, from me, from my own ghosts, and until we have to face the problem I wish if we ignored it, I don't want to fight you, no, I don't wish to upset you neither," you said softly, hoping it would somehow erase his memory and fix what you just did.

"tomorrow, I wish to return to my old hut, I would like to stay in Kattegat for his arrival" Hvitserk mumbled, you looked at him in disbelief "you want to leave me?" he shook his head no "I want to protect you if he returns and we lose the war, if he finds me here, he'll hurt you, I wish you no harm Y/N, not after everything that you did to me" you huffed angrily “I’m so sick and tired of you Ragnarssons thinking I need your protection! Just because I’m no shieldmaiden that doesn’t mean I can’t fend for myself! Do you want to go? Fine! Go! Just like everyone else!” you gave him your back.

Tears fell down your cheeks, Hvitserk wanted to go and leave you all alone again, you couldn’t scream, you couldn’t even cry, you just let your tears fall down while pretending to be asleep, Hvitserk on the other hand, he was speechless, you couldn’t sleep that night, neither could he from all the tossing, you eventually felt him getting up, you thought he’d leave the bed, but a few seconds later, he slipped between your arms and held onto you as if his life was counting on it, you opened your eyes and looked at him “I’m sorry, I will not leave you” you nodded and placed a little kiss on his forehead “it’s alright love, now let’s sleep and hope for a better tomorrow” you whispered, he nodded.

The two of you stayed in bed late, not because you were tired, no, because neither had the energy to face the day.

Days had passed, Ivar was forgotten once again if it wasn’t for Hvitserk’s early morning practice he only practiced when you were asleep or had work away from him, he didn’t want to upset you by making you feel how real all of this was, you admired how thoughtful he was, but today was different,  well, today Hvitserk was going to the city with Jenivie, Elizabeth and Trys, without you, he’ll meet his brothers, he’ll be on his own for the first time since forever and it terrified you, it showed, when he was telling you goodbye you basically mothered the man.

“Don’t be late, stay where the girls can see you if anything happens return at once! And don’t go anywhere near ale or mushroom! Don’t start fights with your brothers, if anything upsets you tell the girls to take you back here” you reminded, he chuckled “even Aslaug didn’t tell me this many things!” you whined “Hvitserk! I’m serious! Promise!” he nodded “Y/N, I promise I’ll return safe and just as you sent me” he assured you, you hugged him, holding onto him, he hugged you back “Y/N, if you keep holding me like this, I will be late,” he said whining, you eventually let go of him, he hopped on the back of the cart, Jenivie next to him “look after him, ladies!” you shouted as the cart started moving.

You were left to attend some business with Thoman, explaining your idea for expending the farm even more, and how it’s important to bring more hands to work, Thoman was now given more responsibilities that you trust him, Thoronssons were willing to sell you more of their land, that meant you’ll be running two farms instead of one, bigger than your father ever dared to dream.

When the night fell, you dined alone, Hvitserk would be back in the morning with the three girls, and until then you had the hut for yourself, a strange feeling that you hadn’t experienced in a while, as a matter of fact, you missed having Hvitserk around, even if it was only a few hours separating you, it felt bizarre not to be by his side, you were alone or at least that’s what you thought, before the door was knocked, twice, your heartbeat started to race, you took hesitant steps, slow, you gulped, your hands were shaking as you opened the door “You!”

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[bapyess1r]

Amphetamine

WARNINGS: slightly heated, fluffy as hell, probably corny (I needed a filler lol)

CHAPTER 15

Sam’s POV

Talia and I worked for days on the perfect plan to get on that island. We stayed up for several nights sober and drunk to make sure this was fool proof. I was both nervous and excited for this. Excited to take Talia on her first adventure. Nervous because I was concerned about the trouble we might run into; Police could be hostile, others could be looking for the treasure just as illegally as us. Worried that Sullivan might hit on my girl- which he would, and then clown me about it later. Then we had to gather the tools and supplies for the journey. On top of that, I trained Talia harder than usual. I was tougher on her and she hated it but it gave me a little peace of mind to know that she could handle herself if ever we got separated. I’d let her be annoyed with me for years if it meant keeping her safe. I almost had half a mind to leave her on the boat with Sully. But I knew she’d only fight me; Like physically fight me. She was small but my God the hands on her were mighty. All of these things we had to do, I had almost forgotten about her birthday. I wasn’t sure what I’d do in the morning but it would involve a lot of booze, a lot of weed, and a lot of sex. But I didn’t want it to be just that. I cared about her more than that. That’s when I came up with an idea…

Talia’s POV

Warm arms and sunlight woke me up this morning. I winced as the sun looked straight into my eyes. Shielding them, I turned over to bury my face in his chest. I slept better with Sam than any other man I had ever laid next to in my life. They’d complain about my snoring and keep me at a distance until morning. But Sam would just cover my snores with his own, pulling me close and embracing me, wrapping me up in his long limbs with his chin atop my head. He’d play with my curls until I fell asleep. It was so different the way he touched me and held me. It made me feel anchored to him in some way.

I could feel the vibrations in his chest as he snored, feel his heart beating and the warmth of his skin against my cheek. I looked up to watch his face in slumber. He looked so relaxed. Grateful to be sleeping in an actual bed. His eyelids gently fluttered as his lashes brushed his structured cheekbones. There was a faint turn of his lips on his face as if he’d fallen asleep with a smile. I carefully ran a finger along his jawline and kissed his chin gently. He stirred in his sleep with a tired moan before I felt the rough pad of his thumb stroke the back of my arm. I smiled to myself as I watched him slowly wake. He peered at me through half lidded eyes with a lazy smile. “Hi…” I said in a hushed tone. He let out a muted laugh before closing his eyes and pressing a firm kiss to my hairline.

“Hi…” Not even fully awake, he started being greasy immediately. He kissed the tip of my nose and cheek before giving me a long sweet kiss. I leaned into it with a relaxed sigh. Right then and there it felt like we were the only two people in the world. “Happy birthday, Talia.” He spoke, his Boston drawl low and rough. I smiled against his lips as he gave me another kiss.

“Thank you…” I managed to get out as he locked his lips with mine which prompted a brief make out session. He broke the kisses for a moment to ask me a few questions as he rolled me on my back, cradling my head in his hand.

“What do you want for breakfast?” He moaned, biting my lip. And he kissed my neck as I answered.

“Coffee…” I breathed.

“Just coffee?” He mumbled against my skin as he attacked the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. I could barely think straight with the way his hands were caressing every curve. I gave a breathy chuckle.

“Eggs, bacon...uh…” I blanked out for a moment as he left a soft bite, lapping up the pain with his tongue. “Biscuits, grits…”

“How do you like them?” He murmured, peppering my chest with wet kisses.

“Ummm…..haha….” I was severely distracted by this man’s carefulness as he placed kisses on places I didn’t even realize felt so nice. “Sunny side up…. crispy…. and with sugar.” I moaned when suddenly his head shot up. I looked at him confused as he narrowed his eyes at me, his thick brows knitted together.

“I’m sorry- what?”

“What?”

“You like your grits….with sugar?” He stared at me as if I had some sort of audacity.

“How do you eat them?” I asked, frustrated that he had stopped ravaging me.

“Salt, pepper, and a little butter.” He said as if his way was the only way. I scoffed playfully, scrunching up my nose.

“Mmm… I don’t know…”

“If you eat it any other way, you don’t eat grits….” He told me.

“Sir, that is not the only way to eat grits!”

“Are we really arguing about grits right now?”

“You started it!” I chuckled. He crawled back up to my face.

“Well I apologize. I’m sorry that you’re eating your grits all wrong-” He spoke with a low hum. I opened my mouth to rebuttal but he placed a single finger on my lips before kissing me again. “Hows about we put a pin on that argument… And I’ll get started on breakfast but first….” he began kissing me down until he disappeared under the comforter. “I hope you don’t mind if I eat a little myself…” he said slipping down my underwear and kissing my pubic bone, his tongue gracing the top of my slit ever so gently. I sighed with laughter as he pulled the covers over him.

After a very pleasant wake up call, I followed him to the kitchen as he began to start up the coffee machine. I sat at the bar admiring his bare upper body as he scrambled the kitchen for ingredients, pots, and pans. I savored every detail from the dip in his back to the broadness of his shoulders to every little scratch and scar. As the coffee machine went off, he adjusted his grey sweatpants, fitting all too well against his perfect ass. ‘GodDAMN….a man like that...I can’t believe he fell for me…’ I thought, biting my lip, suddenly feeling super blessed. He turned around catching my gaze with a smirk, coffee mug in hand. “See something you like, sweetheart?” He said flirtatiously, sitting the hot steaming mug in front of me. I groaned as he leaned toward me, his nose brushing against mine.

“A couple of things…” I mewed, kissing him gingerly.

“Don’t get me started again, Talia Aaron. I’m cooking!” He said biting my lip before turning back around to check on the bacon sizzling in the pan on the stove.

“I can help y’know…” I sang, beginning to stand up but he waved a hand around to sit me down.

“No no no, it’s your birthday!” He said stirring the grits in the pot. Then he rounded the island to wrap his big heated arms around me. “You...will not lift… a single. Pretty. Finger…” he said kissing my neck and each individual finger on my hand. I shook my head to free myself of the nerves as he went to pop open the canister of store bought biscuits. I huffed in defeat before taking hold of my mug and blowing into it, carefully taking a sip. There was a certain stillness in the house. I closed my eyes as I listened to the birds singing from the open window.

“It’s so quiet this morning…” I said with a hum.

“Did you wanna hear something?” He asked, pointing to the radio.

“I do but… not the radio…” I smirked, glancing at his guitar, hung up on the wall.

“You’re just completely takin’ advantage of me today, huh?” He smiled.

“You never sing for me! Please?!” I begged.

“Now that is not even remotely true. I sing for you all the time…. you’re just never awake…” he mumbled the last bit as he opened the oven to check on the biscuits.

“When?!”

“I sing to you when you fall asleep on the couch, I sing to you when you’re drunk, I sing for you at rehearsal….”

“Well I want you to sing for me now.” I smiled, swinging my legs.

“God you’re such a brat.” He laughed and I pouted cutely. “How about this? Lemme finish your plate….. and I will serenade you as you eat.” He said. I nodded excitedly as he continued to cook. “You’re incredibly lucky I’m in love with you.” He shook his head and I cackled. “Seriously, it’s why I let you get away with so much.”

“Cuz you loooove me….” I sang, dancing in my seat. I don’t know what got into me today. It was a birthday just like any other, just another year older. But this time it was with someone I loved. I mean really loved.

He fixed my plate after the food was done and placed it in front of me, scrunching up his face in disapproval as he sprinkled sugar on my grits. “Sacrilege.” He mumbled, pushing my plate towards me before grabbing his guitar. “Let’s take this outside.” He headed towards the sliding glass doors. I grabbed my plate and mug and met him outside, sitting in the grass. I held it close to make sure I didn’t spill any food and ate happily. He smiled at me as he tuned his guitar to his liking, lighting a cigarette before starting a familiar chord progression.

In my eyes, indisposed

In disguises no one knows

Hides the face, lies the snake

In the sun, in my disgrace

Boiling heat, summer stench

'Neath the black the sky looks dead

Call my name through the cream

And I'll hear you scream again…

The food I ate almost fell out of my mouth as he entrances me with his rough but melodic voice. A feeling in my chest began to swell as I watched him concentrate on the strings as he plucked his tune, smoke swirling between us. He looked so content playing his guitar. Like nothing could ruin the three to four minutes of a song. I closed my eyes and let his voice meld with the sounds of nature around me. Then I began to sway, peacefully biting into my biscuit.

Black hole sun

Won't you come

And wash away the rain

Black hole sun

Won't you come

Won't you come (won't you come)...

After he played Black Hole Sun, he performed two more songs for me. I stole a cigarette from him and placed it between my lips as he flicked his silver metal lighter to produce me a flame. I grabbed his wrist, carefully lighting it from my lips. He gave me an amused chuckle as I took a drag and sipped my coffee. “Are you satisfied now?” He asked me, laughing as I bit into the last of my biscuit, disappointed there was no more on my plate. I nodded with a mouthful of food and he checked his phone, pushing my windblown hair out of my face. He held it at an angle like an old man to read something and I giggled to myself. “Marcel texted me. He says the band wants to take you out tonight.”

“Since when did Marcel speak for everybody?” I laughed.

“He’s always been that way.” He mumbled. Then he let out a loud groan.

“Sam?” I asked concerned and he dropped his shoulders.

“Apparently we’re going to the club.” He said rolling his eyes and I gasped.

“I haven’t been to a club in forever.”

“Do we have to?”

“We don’t have to stay long.” I pouted and his grunted.

“I’ll make sure we get extra drunk…” he said in defeat.

“I’ll make sure you have fuuun…”

“Unlikely but you could definitely try.” He smirked.

“I’m willing to put money on it…”

“$50.”

“$50.”

“And a lap dance.”

“Goes for you too.” I rebuttal. He snorted.

“You want me to give you a lap dance?” He chuckled.

“Oh yeah!” I said too excitedly, thinking of what that would even look like.

“I can’t guarantee you’ll enjoy it.” He snickered, standing up, offering me his hand and he pulled me up with ease.

“I’ll take my chances.” I winked at him before running into the house to prepare for the rest of the day.

[unholyholland]

Disneyland || Tom Holland

a/n: i have another imagine in mind but not sure how to start it. but i’ve had this one in my mind for like a year and @ashisbaeee​ & @mlt2000​ , without knowing, helped me get out of my writers block so this one is for you ladies <3 btw i’ve never been to disneyland so if anything is remotely off, i’m so sorry! and holy shit i did not expect this to be this long

summary: You’ve been talking about going to Disneyland for a while now and no one would go with you except for Tom. The normal day turns into a semi date.

You were so excited to be a part of the Spider-man ffh cast and the press tour was your favorite part. You traveled to places you never thought you’d visit and some even became your favorite places. You were really excited to be heading to LA though because you realized you guys would have a day off and you were really hoping to visit Disneyland! You’ve only been to Disney World so you thought it’d be a good change of scenery for you.

Tom, Zendaya, Jacob, Jake and you all just got done the last interview of the day and were slightly tired. You all headed back to your hotel, got changed and showered and collectively decided to just hang out in your room for the rest of the night. Jake decided to just go to sleep though because he was that tired. 

Once you finished your shower, you texted them in the group chat and told them they could come to the room. About 5 minutes later, you heard a knock on the door. You thought it was going to be all three of them but just Tom was standing there. “Hey! Where’s Z and Jacob?” you asked, but you honestly didn’t mind that it was just Tom. You had a major crush on him but you figured he would just reject you so you just kept your feelings to yourself. He gave you a hurt puppy dog face and said “Wow I guess I’m not enough!” you both laughed but he told you they’d be there soon. You left the latch open on the door so that Jacob and Zendaya could just walk in

He walked in and immediately just laid down on your bed. You had a room with two beds so you didn’t mind. You started walking to the other bed and Tom looked at you confused. “What the fuck, you're just gonna leave me here by myself?” You and Tom cuddled before so it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. You laughed and walked over to your bed and laid down next to Tom. He placed his arm over your stomach and you used your nails to scratch his arm softly and your other hand to play with his hair. He loved when you did that.

Two minutes after you guys laid down, you heard the door open and Jacob and Zendaya walked in. They’ve seen you and Tom cuddle before so you didn’t think they’d feel weird about it but when they saw you, they just stared with smirks. “Didn’t mean to interupt anything .” Jacob said. You flipped them off and Tom called Jacob a dick. They laughed and went to the other bed.

You hesitated before speaking but decided to finally speak up. “So guys i have an idea for tomorrow. I think we should all go to Disneyland! It’d be so much fun and I’ve never been!” Zendaya took a bit to answer “Count me out, I’m gonna just relax all day.” “Yeah me too, I’m so tired.” Jacob said. You thought you were about to be alone until Tom spoke “I’m in, sounds like it’d be fun.” You were shocked and happy at the same time. “Really you’ll go with me?” You said excitedly. Tom nodded and you hugged him so fast and so tight that he started to laugh. Zendaya laughed “Should we leave you guys alone?” You let go of Tom and said “Actually you all should leave me alone, I wanna go to bed.” They all got up and went to their rooms and right before you fell asleep Tom texted you “Can’t wait for tomorrow (:” you smiled at your phone just thinking about the fact that you would have alone time with Tom in the happiest place on Earth. “Me too(: now get some sleep, I’m waking you up early tomorrow(;” You texted back. You immediately put your phone down and instantly fell asleep.

Your alarm went off at 7 am and you almost hit the snooze button but shot up so fast when you remembered today you were going to Disneyland. You texted Tom to make sure he was awake and quickly got in the shower. You decided to wear a simple Mickey shirt and shorts paired with your rose gold ears. As soon as you got out, you checked your phone and were thankful to see a text from Tom that read “just got out of the shower, i’ll be at your room in 5 minutes.” as soon as you read it, you heard a knock on the door. It was Tom and you weren’t close to being ready. “Fuck, I’m coming.” you opened the door and he scolded you for not being ready. “Calm down just give me 10 minutes.” you smiled. He walked in and sat down on your bed. All you had to do left was fix your hair and do a little makeup. You were doing your makeup in the bathroom and as you finished, Tom walked in and looked at you. You could tell he wanted to say something so you just looked at him and said “What?” He smiled at you with that amazing smile that just gets you every time. “You know you don’t need makeup, you’re beautiful without it.” You smiled, not expecting that at all. “Thanks but it’s a little late for that I just got done. Let’s get going.” With that he stepped aside so you can get out of the bathroom. You grabbed your ears and made your way out of the door with Tom followng closely behind. 

You guys decided to uber. It was just easier. In the uber, you guys discussed what fast passes to get and where to eat. You settled on getting fast passes for Peter Pan’s Flight, Splash Mountain and Space Mountain and decided to make reservations at Blue Bayou. You were too excited and Tom could tell, but he thought it was adorable. When you guys pulled up, your excitement came out so much more and Tom just laughed. You guys bought your tickets ahead of time so it was a real time saver. Once you got in you were in aw and Tom just watched and took a picture of you without you knowing. You couldn’t believe you were finally there! “Lets get our fast passes now and hit some rides!” You grabbed Tom’s hand and walked quickly to get your fast passes. They were all separated which gave you enough time to do rides in between. The first thing you wanted to do was the Matterhorn Bobsleds seeing as you’ve never been on it. Tom complied and you walked in that direction. Along the way of course were fans who were dying to get pictures with you guys and you agreed but after a little you both decided to just stick to getting to rides. You of course said hi to fans but didn’t take any pictures because you wanted to get as much in as possible.

As the day went by, you two were havng a blast and you didn’t think it was possible but you started liking Tom so much more. During lunch and while waiting in lines, you guys got really in depth with each other and you both shared things with each other that no one else knew. There were a few times when you were walking that your hands brushed up against each other, but you thought nothing of it. You guys were waiting in line for Haunted Mansion when you noticed it was already 8:15 so you figured you’d go get a good spot after you got off the ride for the fireworks. You yawned a little and Tom noticed. “You tired?” You hesitated before answering because you didn’t want to admit you were actually getting tired but you finally nodded. He patted on his chest, signaling for you to put your head there if you wanted, it was something you guys would often do on set. You walked over to him, wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head. He had one arm around your waist and one playing with your hair. 

You started to drift off until it was your guys turn to get on the ride. You guys entered the little room that was in the beginning of the ride. As soon as you found a place to stand, Tom stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. This was something you weren’t used to but you also didn’t mind it. You rested your head on his chest and placed your hands over his. He opened his hands so that you guys could start holding hands. No one was taking pictures of you guys so you were taking full advantage of the situation. The narrator started speaking on the ride and suddenly so did Tom. “I have one more thing I want to tell you that no one knows.” He whispered. You were looking at the portraits in the room but you suddenly gave Tom your full attention. “Of course there’s always my way...” said the narrator. Tom leaned in to kiss you right as the lights went off for that split second, but to you it felt like forever. When he pulled away, he smiled down at you and finally said it. “I really like you. I’ve been keeping that from you since the day I met you. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have kissed you without telling you first it’s just that--” you placed your hand behind his head and kissed him again. He was shocked at first but went with it. This time the kiss lasted for like 30 seconds. When you pulled away, you smiled at him and spoke, “I like you too dummy, and have since the day we first met on set as well. I can’t believe we both waited that long.” You both laughed before you were both ushered out of the room to go towards the ride. When you got on, he immediately put his arm around you and put a finger under your chin so that you were facing him and you guys made out for a good amount of the ride. When you guys got off the ride Tom pulled his phone out and you noticed you were his background. It was the pic he took of you earlier. “When did you make that your background?” you said with a slight chuckle. “Right after I took it. I needed a beautiful background and this one fits the description.” You smiled and kissed him with so much passion you could barely breathe. Safe to say Haunted Mansion was your new favorite Disney ride and that your first Disneyland visit was the best day and not your last Disney day with Tom, or any day for that matter.

[yastaghr]

Acquiring Feegle and Rickets

I just adopted two rescue bitties! Feegle is a Sansy and Rickets is a Brassberry. You can read their story on Ao3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18008270/chapters/52148683

Or under the cut below!

You would think 25 bitties would be more than enough for anyone to handle. You would be wrong. My pack has finally settled in and worked out all their kinks.

Vergeven bakes treats for the dogs and me. He’s discovered my love of cake donuts, and he bakes them at least once a week. Shenling and Yu absolutely adore their alter. We keep adding more to it, and they love it. Kronkel and Hemlock are the sweetest couple. They’re almost always touching one another. Gates and Starlight are zooming around. Having someone to adventure with him has really pepped Gates up. Verst is always tagging along for everything except the kissy stuff. Yong, Qiang, and Dijkstra are inventing new ways to show off in the water every day. They all like the hot tub right now, given how cold it is. Pleiades has a whole collection of scarves now. He’s usually swaddled in at least three.

Strawberry and Baza’eir go everywhere with me. It’s nice to have a service bitty I can pick up, although Hemlock and Kronkel still squish me if I have a panic attack. Inktvis seems to like doing art with me. I’ve been more active in that area. I’ve also been getting back into science thanks to Decon. I’m not sure what, but once my health issues are more stable I plan on going back to get another degree. Byzantium has a little “roller skate” that fits around the bottom of his pot so he can roll around. He has safe caves all over the house. Plato and the blasters love our pack. Their favorite game is Thunder Paws, which my corgi pup Teagan plays all the time. Meng has a little bit of a crush on Inktvis, but hasn’t wanted to acknowledge it yet. He’s helped tremendously with my night terrors. All in all, everyone is happy.

Apparently the universe decided that wasn’t enough. I was stopping by my local bitty center to get Gyftmas presents for everyone. I usually take the time to talk to each bitty that’s there. I’d finished with the main kennels and moved into the rescue area. This was the place where rescued or returned bitties go to recover and, if possible, get re-adopted. My area is big into being humane, so there are usually very few or none at all. That was what I was expecting because of the holiday. There’s always a rush to give them homes for this special time.

Most of the kennels were empty, save one. It was in the bottom row where nobody looks. Well, except for me. I squatted down to see who was inside there. I was shocked with what I saw.

There were two bitties in the back corner of the kennel. One was a Brassberry. It’s hard to mistake that wound covering. What I could see of his bones outside of the hospital gown he was wearing was covered in bruises, cuts, and scrapes. They were all mostly healed over, so they had to have been here for a while. He was glaring at me with fear just under the surface of it. In his arms was a Sansy bitty who looked almost dead. His bones were grey and in multiple casts. He honestly looked like he was going to dust any minute now.

I didn’t even think about it. I directed a tendril of my magic into the kennel and fed it to the Sansy. I filled it with love and support and hope. Slowly, painstakingly slowly, his bones became the proper white. Now I could see the carvings. Someone had decorated his bones with geometric patterns etched in deep.

I swallowed and looked at my own wrists. They were covered in sleeves, but underneath the sleeves both arms were criss crossed with cuts all the way up to my shoulder. Some were old and barely visible. Others were still red. A bandage covered the latest set so I wouldn’t bleed all over my clothes. I chose and choose to put them there. How would it feel if someone else forced them on me?

“Fuck off, human,” The Brassberry growled. He had drawn the Sansy closer to him, jostling his head. Now I could see that the Sansy was awake, but there was no expression on his face. He just...wasn’t there.

“No,” I said stubbornly, sitting down. “I’m going to stay here as long as I want to, Brassberry. I’ve got nothing urgent to do today. I might as well help you and your friend feel better. Would you like some magic of your own?”

The Brassberry’s eyes went wide. “You- You’re feeding him magic? Stop! He can’t handle losing another bond. It’ll dust him for sure!”

I blinked. I’d completely forgotten about how bitties bonded with their owners.

Strawberry jumped to my defense. “Sh-she’s not like that. She wouldn’t do that on purpose She just wants to help!”

Baza’eir, on my other shoulder, chuckled quietly. “What makes you think she’d break it? She’s got 25 bitties so far and we all know she’ll adopt more. I bet you a steak that she’ll adopt him. A nice, fat juicy one.”

The Brassberry’s mouth was watering, but he shook himself out of it and scowled. “There’s no fucking way I’m letting another human take him. How do I know she won’t just abandon him again? He needs me to look out for him. He’s just...given up on fighting back. He’s given up on living. I’m barely able to hold him here.”

I spoke up, “Then let me handle feeding him magic and you handle keeping him physically safe. I know about bonded pairs in animals. You might not be lovers, but it would be bad for both of you to separate you. I don’t mind having another two bitties in my house. Please?”

He blinked at me, searching my face for signs of danger. I tried my best to look non threatening, but I’m not very good at expressions. He seemed to be put off by this, so I added, “I’m autistic and don’t always get my expression right for my feelings. I really do want to help you. You both deserve a better life than you’ve had.”

He huffed. “Read through our chart before saying that. You’ll run away, just like the others.”

I dutifully looked at the packet of papers on the front of their kennel. It detailed all the horrible things that someone had inflicted on this Sansy while trying to turn him into something like a Meek. Brassberry’s papers told of a fighting ring and all the times he had hurt other bitties and staff. He had quite the rap sheet.

“I’ve seen worse, Brassberry,” I said confidently, “I’ve volunteered in animal shelters for more than 10 years. I worked in foster, where the youngest, sickest, and most feral cats end up. I’m more than prepared to take care of both of you. And...I understand about abuse on a personal level. I was abused by teachers, students, and other staff members all the way up through high school. I’m still healing from that, and I know it’s a process. And I’m extremely well versed in wound care,” I said as I slipped up my right sleeve to show him my arms. “I’m very clumsy and I self-harm. I’d love to take you both home and help you heal.”

The Brassberry’s mouth had dropped open at some point in my speech. He closed it and gulped. I could see the distrust warring with a glimmer of hope.

Strawberry added the final touch. “There’s hidey holes all over the house for Byzantium, our Error-type plant bitty. If you don’t want to interact with anyone you don’t have to. And there’s always ketchup and meat in the house. Please come join us? Please?”

The Brassberry looked at his friend. The Sansy gave the barest of nods. The Brassbery sighed.  “Fine. But if you’re lying I’m going to wreck your house and wreck you. Don’t think I won’t.”

I smiled. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

An employee came up to me and asked me to leave, as upsetting bitties in the rescue center was a big no-no. I jumped a little and haltingly explained that I was going to adopt both of them. They asked if I had read the backstories with a distrustful expression.

Amazingly, it was the Brassberry who stood up for me. “Leave my owner the fuck alone. We’ve been through all that already. Just go get the care bag and the adoption papers. Um...please.”

The employee quickly scurried off, and I turned to the two bitties in the kennel. “Thank you. I have problems with anxiety so extreme that it can block my voice. I was about to lose it, there. They startled me so much.”

The Brassberry huffed. “Don’t think anything of it, owner. This means nothing.”

I smiled back. “I won’t. Since we’re going through with this, I should probably introduce myself. I’m Yastaghr, which is pronounced Ya-star but spelled completely differently. Um...do you two have names?”

The Brassberry shook his head. “Fighting bitties don’t get names, and the Sansy here...they didn’t bother. They just called him Sansy.”

I puffed up. “Do you mind if I name you? Or do you want to pick your own names.”

His eyes went wide. “Pick...our own names? Really? What kind of a weirdo are you to let us pick our own names?”

I giggled. “A weirdo who is notoriously bad at naming things. I pull names from 4 different languages and multiple different disciplines. Really. I have bitties named in English, Dutch, Chinese, and Icenic. I also have pets named after book characters. So, what do you say?”

A weak voice whispered, “i like pratchett. something from him?”

All eyes snapped to the Sansy. The effort of speaking seemed to exhaust him, but he was smiling slightly.

I grinned back. “I like Pratchett, too. How about Feegle? Would that be a good name?”

The Sansy, now Feegle, nodded. He seemed to have run out of words for the day, which I could understand completely, so he fell asleep. The Brassberry smiled down at him. It was a proud smile, the kind a parent gets when their kid does something good.

“What about you, Brassberry? What do you want to be named?” I asked.

He hummed softly. “How about Rickets? The humans here say I’ve got it, and it sounds cool. Can I be named that?”

“Of course! It’s your name, so you get to choose. Rickets. It’s-” I started to say.

“I have the paperwork here for you, and the care kits that comes with every bitty. There are medical supplies in both, extra clothes, snacks, and a care pamphlet. Oh, and a hand towel that smells like them for introductions to pets.”

I nodded, my words suddenly gone, just like Feegle. Baza’eir came to my rescue, his service bitty vest shining. “That’s good. Thank you so much! We’ll fill out the paperwork right now.”

I started scribbling down the necessary details, including their names and mine. I signed multiple consent forms. I read through pages of text. Finally, the paperwork was done and I handed it to the employee.

Once the employee was gone, I carefully opened up the kennel and scooped up both bitties. I smiled at them and whispered, “Time to go home.”

[yoosungiib]

Hey! I recently started following you because as I read your headcanons I just fell for them, love them so much! 😍😍😍 So I wanted to say this and wanted to do a request, if you don't feel like it you can just skip it. I want to see in your eyes if RFA+Minor trio (everyone in mysme 😂) saw MC got shot from a 5 mt away (like she is right outside a market and when rfa+minor trio walks out from the shop they see her got shot. The reason is in your imagination! Cause I love your imagination way😍

Thank you so much, hun! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing, and my imagination for that! 

I made it a happy ending but there is some angst in it too! Just enough to give us feels, I think. We all need some fluff and angst xD Thank you! I hope you like it, and happy New Year!

Trigger Warning: mass shootings – please do not read if this subject makes you uncomfortable. My intention is not to upset anyone, but to touch on a real life issue that sadly happen around the world, especially in the United States. You have been warned, thank you.

RFA + Minor Trio MC getting shot

~~~

★ Yoosung ★

Yoosung never knew what true fear was until he heard the sound of the gunshot and saw you on the ground besides your car.

Another gunshot went off, and people were screaming as they rushed to hide from the gunman who came barging into the hospital.

He should have been trying to hide, but he couldn’t. He had to get to you.

Even with being shot in the leg, it didn’t stop him from getting to you. When he finally did, you were alive, but terribly hurt and in a lot of pain.

He quickly called 911, holding onto you, absolutely terrified that if he would let you go for a second you may slip away from him.

“Stay with me,” he sobbed into your hair, “Just stay with me, honey.”

When the ambulance finally arrived, Yoosung was screaming at the top of his lungs when they tried to separate you two and put you in different emergency vehicles. Zen, who happened to be at rehearsals a few blocks away from the shooting, had to pry Yoosung away from you as you were lifted in a stretcher and rushed to the hospital by a helicopter.

Three people died in the shooting, but you survived after a couple surgeries. Yoosung survived too, however, his leg had to be amputated. But his wounds were still the least of his concerns. All he could think about laying in his bed was whether you were alright.

After a couple of hours, nurses wheeled you into the room with him, and when he saw that besides the fact you were tired and bruised up, that you were ok, he just burst into tears.

He couldn’t believe that something like this happened.

He reached weakly for your hand, in which you tearfully grasped it back. “You’re ok, I’m so glad you’re ok,” he says.

“Yoosung, you must be in so much pain,” you wail. He just shakes his head, giving your hand a tight squeeze.

“No, I’m in no pain. I’m with you, so how could I be in pain?”

♪ Zen ♪

He never thought someone would be so crazy as to burst through the studio doors with a gun, shooting at everyone in it’s view.

Certainly not from a member of the light crew who was fired after being caught harassing an actress.

Never in yours or Zen’s wildest dreams did he think something like this would ever happen.

Zen was the one to tackle the man down, prying the gun out of his hand and holding him down with all force necessary until the police came.

But that was only because a bullet had been shot straight through your right shoulder, and you had fallen to the ground on top of him. Zen wanted to scream and shout and cry, because it should have been him in front of you, shielding you from the bullets. He was just thankful he was at least able to catch you from falling to the ground.

At the hospital, Zen put up a bit of fit when they had to separate him from you to get you into surgery. It was Jumin who had to calm him down and talk some sense into him.

“If you keep acting like this, they will kick you out. So calm down. She’s going to need you when she is out of surgery.”

Zen sat anxiously in the waiting room, his leg bouncing up and down and sweat dripping down his face as he waited for his name to be called so he could see you.

When it finally was, he leaped out of the chair and followed the nurse at a quick pace, the other RFA members doing the same.

It broke his heart when he saw you asleep in the hospital bed, tubes connected to you and your shoulder bandaged up. He felt like crying, but he held his tears back and decided to be strong for you. He didn’t want you to wake up and see him a crying mess. He needed to be there for you, to comfort you, and make sure you were ok.

Your eyes slowly opened back up, and you saw Zen besides the hospital bed with his head down. “Zen?” you muttered. “What happened?”

He looked up and gently took your hand, bending down to kiss your forehead.

“There was… an accident. I’ll explain it to you when you’re a little more awake and well rested. Please, just rest now. You need all the rest you can get. And I’ll be right here, beside you, and I’ll make sure nothing like this ever happens again.”

❀ Jaehee ❀

Absolute horror appeared on Jaehee’s face as she watched you crumble to the ground behind the counter.

Before she could even react, another shot had been fired at a woman eating cake by the window of the cafe.

Jaehee wanted to run to you to make sure you were ok, or just alive, but behind her was a frightened child who Jaehee could not abandon. So she crouched down and shielded the child, wrapping her arms around the small form of the little boy, and waited out the shots.

The gunman took all the money he was after and left, and Jaehee and the little boy had been left unscarred, as well as some other customers. But the room smelled of fresh blood, and all could be heard were the anguished screams.

Jaehee got to your side, and you were alive, barely. She held onto your hand the entire time waiting for the ambulance to arrive, and she stayed with you all the way to till the hospital.

At the hospital she broke down, her body racking with sobs as she waited and prayed that you would be ok and that you would survive this.

Jumin, of all people, was the one to comfort her, awkwardly putting his arm around her and promising that he would pay for all medical expensive, and even hinted to funeral ones as well if anything came to that.

Luckily, a funeral, for you, would not be happening.

After a few hours and a couple surgeries later, you awoke, woozy and disoriented, but you were alive.

Jaehee cried besides you, holding your hand and telling you how sorry she was that this happened.

“I wish I saw it coming.”

“I wish we didn’t open the cafe today.”

“I… I just… I’m so sorry. This shouldn’t have happened.”

You smiled tearfully at your wife and squeezed her hand weakly.

With little strength, you pulled her hand to your lips and give it a gentle kiss.

“Jaehee, I’m ok. We are ok. We are going to need time to heal, but we have each other and all the time to do that. Please tell me those who were at the cafe are alright. Please?”

☂ Jumin ☂

It was a cruel way an ex-worker decided to get back at Jumin Han for firing him – targeting you while you while you were out shopping.

Jumin fired every bodyguard who was there with you that day.

They were trained for instances like this. They were there to protect you. And yet somehow you ended up with a bullet in your hip, now in the hospital having surgery.

Jumin was furious. He had the whole city shut down until the gunman was found after having gotten away from the incompetent bodyguards.

He was this close from firing every single one, even if they weren’t there, but V stopped him, comforting his friend.

Jumin blamed himself for this. For sending you out without better protection and for not being there to guard you himself.

“You’re angry and upset, I understand. Please, please, if there is one think you have taught me is to not blame myself for every bad thing that happens to a loved one. Do not blame yourself for this.”

You were incredibly disoriented and confused when you came to in the hospital bed. The last thing you could remember was being at the mall, shopping for a gift to give to Jumin. 

And then everything was black. Then white.

“Jumin?”

He was at your side in moments, pushing nurses out of the way as they tended to machines hooked up to you.

He began to ramble about how you couldn’t move and how you were in the hospital, and nurses awkwardly tried to move him out of the way so they could get to you. V had to pull him out of the room as you fell back out of consciousness.

You remained in the hospital for two days before you were released. When you were able to go back home with Jumin, you were absolutely terrified to leave his side. And he was ok with you always besides him. He felt better, and he felt like he had more of a chance to protect you.

This was something the both of you would have to heal from together.

☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺

The world stopped.

For a single moment in time, the world around him had stopped and the only two people were you and him. But he was standing sturdily, and you were on the ground in a heap as you writhed in pain with a bullet nestled in your lower abdomen.

The third gunshot pulled him out of his daze, and he darted to your side.

“Shh Baby, baby, it’s ok, it’s ok.”

“Keep your eyes on me, just keep looking at me.”

“Don’t think about anything else. Just me.”

“You’re going to be ok.”

Having been an agent for a long time, he knew how to do first aid, and he knew how to remove a bullet as well as stop the blood.

The pain was excruciating as he removed the bullet and bandaged you up with his jacket.

He could still hear gunshots in the distance, so he knew this wasn’t another agent who had finally caught up to Seven.

No, this was just some crazy bastard shooting at anyone in his sight.

He lifted you up bridal style and cradled you against his chest as he ran out of the town center in which you were at for lunch.

He brought you to his car. For once, he didn’t care if one of his babies would get dirty.

He was a little conflicted. He knew you needed stitches for your wound, but he didn’t want to take you to a hospital only because he knew what a risk it would be.

“Shit,” he spat as he made his final decision and zoomed back to the bunker.

He busted through the door, screaming for Vanderwood and Saeran, who both had a look of horror on their faces when they saw you bleeding against him.

The three of them got to stitching you up. Vanderwood was in charge of the needle and thread, Saeran was in charge of pain medicine, and Saeyoung was in charge of comforting and keeping you calm.

After the whole ordeal was over, you had fallen asleep on the couch, Saeyoung watching over you. He broke down, sobbing to his brother about how scared he was and the thought he almost lost you just terrifying.

“Yeah, but you didn’t. And you won’t. So stop crying. You don’t get to cry.”

Saeyoung nodded, wiping at his eyes and kneeling before you. He kissed your forehead then rested his head on the couch besides yours. Saeran was right, he hadn’t lost you, and he won’t. 

❆ V ❆

Nothing felt real. The ever-so-calm V felt nothing near serenity as he bolted to your side.

You were lucky that the bullet only hit your ankle, since the gunman had a terrible shot. 

Even so, you were in agony and withered around on the hard gravel. V’s entire body shook as he dialed emergency services.

He took your hand and let you squeeze it whenever you felt a rush of pain, which seemed to be every second.

His hand hurt terribly but he knew it couldn’t amount to the pain you were in.

The police came in no time and you were rushed to a hospital. V felt a sudden anger and wanted to stay to help the police find the gunman, but rationally the police turned him down, and V quickly realized he needed to be with you at all costs.

“V, I’m scared,” you said softly in the ambulance.

Of course you were scared. V rubbed just bellow your hairline, his thumb caressing your forehead. He gave you a soft smile.

“I know you are. But you are doing so well. So well. We’ll be at the hospital soon. Just continue to squeeze my hand and do not strain yourself.”

It was hard recovering from the shooting; you lost your foot, the both of you had vivid nightmares, as well as both of you getting insomnia.

But the two of you were able to gradually recover together, taking the time you both needed, and reassuring each other you two were safe and unscathed.

☻ Saeran/Unknown ☻

Saeran killed the man.

That man could have killed you.

The second the bullet went straight within in your stomach, Saeran was screaming and pouncing on the man who flung the gun around, shooting aimlessly at random people.

Saeran really did pummel the man the death for dare disturbing the peace of the ice cream parlor, for dare trying to hurt innocent people, but most importantly, for dare trying to hurt you.

Though Saeran was titled a hero by the city hall, he didn’t feel like one,

Because he hadn’t been able to protect you,

He hadn’t been able to stop the bullet from nestling itself within your abdomen.

For the first time ever, he prayed to god and went to church, and preached his thanks that you survived, but you were in a comma, and he begged the lord to let you come out of it, to let you be ok, to let him be able to comfort you.

For the whole month of you in the hospital, deep in slumber, Saeran completely shut down.

Visions of you falling limp in his arms as the gun pointed straight at you, firing it’s shot plagued his dreams, keeping him from having a restful sleep.

Whenever he had a nightmare, you would be there to soothe him, wrapping your warm arms around him and holding him against you.

But you weren’t there because of everything that happened in his dream.

And the bed felt so empty.

First the first time ever, Saeran would find comfort in his brother, weeping his sorrows and screaming how much he wanted you back, and how much he hated what had happened, and how he needed you to be ok.

How scared he was, how terrified he was.

“She has to be ok. I can’t lose her, I can’t lose her, I can’t, I can’t!”

“Don’t take her from me God. Please.”

“Put me in her place, I’m begging you.”

“I can’t lose her.”

Seven didn’t even know what to say at first because he knew he couldn’t promise to his brother that you would be completely alright.

So he just held his brother and let him cry.

A heavy weight was lifted off of Saeran shoulder, by what he thought could only have been an angels doing at this rate, when the hospital called to tell him you were awake and besides being very tired and weak, in good health.

Saeran let out a sob as they told him the first thing you said was his name, and that you had began to call out for him, and cried when you thought something happened to him at the parlor.

He fell to your side, a weak spot of himself he always tries to hide now showing, bawling as he clung to you.

The both of you clung to each other.

“I thought I lost you,” you sobbed.

Saeran smiled against your cheek, kissing it lightly. “I thought the same for you. But I didn’t. And I won’t ever. We’ll never lose each other.”

✌ Vanderwood ✌

His first reaction when he heard the first gunshot was to protect you, but as he pounced on you to shield your from the bullets, he realized you had been the victim of the first shot.

As he laid on top of you, careful of where the bullet had nestled itself just below your hip, he wondered if this was the agencies doing, and if they had caught up to him.

But as he looked around at the screaming people, a few more bodies fall to the ground, he realized it was nothing but a heinous crime, a mass shooting, and nothing he could have prevented if not being with you.

It was his turn to fight when he saw the gunman strutting towards you two. You were still beneath him, barely holding onto consciousness, and Vanderwood was reaching into his holster, pulling out a gun he brought around with him for safe keeping.

God, he was glad he did.

As the gunman prepared to shoot once again, this time at Vanderwood, in a split second Vanderwood had his gun pointed at the man, and he shot, killing the man on impact as the bullet went straight between his eyes.

As other people around him were disoriented and scared, Vanderwood used this moment to scoop you up and run you back to his car parked somewhere on a corner on the outbreak of town.

He strapped you in, and kept you talking to him so you didn’t fall asleep.

Back at the bunker, with the help of Seven, he was able to remove the bullet and stitch you up. He was grateful that you did not lose a lot of blood, because then he would have needed to take you to a hospital, risking the safety of you, Seven, and him.

When the rushed stitching was done, you were exhausted and panting as you tried to focus on Vanderwood who was standing in front of you, blood on his coat.

You tried to speak to him, but he shushed you by gently placing his lips against yours, whispering softly into your ear, “Don’t try to speak. You can rest now.”

He carried you to the spare bedroom in the bunker; he wanted to get you back to yours and his apartment as soon as possible but he knew trying to move you too far at this moment would be too much of a strain.

He tucked you in, and within seconds of being laid in the bed you were asleep.

Vanderwood never left your side that night. He rested his head in his hands as he re-lived everything of that day in his thoughts. He got no sleep that night. Too afraid that something could happen even though he knew chances now were slim.

“You’re ok,” he mumbled, though he knew you couldn’t hear him. But it was more of a comfort to him. A reassurance that you were ok, and that he would make sure you were always ok.

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Bite Me, Ch. 4

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Death wasn’t as permanent—or as painless—as Daisy had been led to believe. She drifted back into consciousness, long enough to figure out that she was in a foreign room, before the heavy lure of unconsciousness pulled her back. Several times, she drifted awake, but never managed to keep her eyes open for long. The first time, she picked up more details of the room. It was dimly lit and homey, but nowhere she had ever seen before.

The second time she picked up the hazy sound of voices talking nearby. One sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t make out words. Just mutterings. The next time there was someone standing by her bed, fiddling with things. The world seemed clearer, but she must still be groggy, because the woman by her appeared to have two small horns curling out of her head. The woman saw her and smiled. 

“Glad to see you’re finally awake. I’ll let your friends know,” she said. 

Daisy tried to ask, 'What the actual hell?' but her eyes slid closed involuntarily and she fell back asleep.

Finally, she woke up fully, though she wasn’t sure that was actually an improvement on unconsciousness. Her arms still burned like they were hovering over a fire and every breath sent a dull ache through her chest. 

Daisy also realized she wasn’t alone. Two people were in her room talking in hushed tones. One of the voices was very familiar by this point.

Jemma. 

Daisy forced her eyes open and was again greeted by the unfamiliar, but cozy room. The two voices immediately hushed once they noticed her. 

“Daisy? Oh, thank god you’re finally awake,” Jemma said. 

Daisy had a thousand questions running through her head. What happened? How did you find me? Where am I? Wait, finally?!

“How long have I been out?” Daisy asked.

Jemma frowned. “About three and a half days. We were starting to get concerned.”

We?

Daisy finally noticed the source of the other voice: it was Professor Coulson. “How are you feeling today, Daisy?” he asked.

Daisy cocked an eyebrow. “Like I got hit by a bus. No offense, Coulson, but why—”

“In addition to teaching in the history department, I’m one of the guidance counselors for students in the Erebus school. Given your unique situation, I felt it would be a good idea to be here to give you some information,” Coulson replied smoothly. “It doesn’t have to be immediately, though. You are still recovering.”

“Trust me, I’m more than ready for information,” Daisy replied. 

She tried to push herself up into a sitting position, but winced at the stabbing pain in her chest. 

Jemma darted to her side. “Careful! You have two fractured ribs.”

Jemma helped carefully slide Daisy into a more dignified position (as dignified as she could be in her loose hospital gown and bulkily bandaged arms) and she waited for Coulson to begin. 

“Jemma informed me that you’re already somewhat aware of our school’s…situation when it comes to our student body,” he stated. Jemma fidgeted with her hands and looked at the floor. “That’s unusual in its own right, but given your recent incident, we need to have a bit of a different conversation.”

Daisy didn’t like the sound of that. 

Coulson continued anyway. “I’m sure you can piece together that it was not a normal animal that attacked you. It was one of the students in our werewolf pack. We know of all the werewolves that attend this school and, rest assured, the perpetrator who attacked you will be discovered and properly disciplined. However—”

Of course, he couldn’t have left it at that.

“I’m sure you know that werewolf bites tend to carry certain…side effects. Unlike most interpretations in popular culture, it’s not a sure thing, though. There hasn’t been a lot of research on what causes the change, but there seems to be some genetic component.”

“So, that means…what exactly?” Daisy asked. 

Jemma cut in. “Essentially, if the specific genetic markers that enable the wolf transformation aren’t present in a person, the bite of a werewolf will have no effect on an individual. Other than some minor scarring of course,” she finished, hopefully. 

Daisy blinked a few times to process. “So what your saying is…I won’t turn into a werwolf unless I’m already a werewolf?”

Coulson and Jemma glanced at each other. “That’s one way of putting it.” Coulson shrugged. 

“How do we know for sure?” Daisy replied. 

Jemma and Coulson shared another glance. They really needed to stop doing that or Daisy was going to scream. 

“Unfortunately, we won’t know until the next full moon. If you don’t transform, then you’re in the clear. If you do—” Coulson trailed off.

“I get to have another monthly curse to worry about forever. Got it,” Daisy finished. She was trying to keep herself from freaking out, but this was a lot to take in for only being awake for about ten minutes. 

“We still have a few weeks before we have to think about that. When it gets closer to the full moon, we’ll have to discuss some things in greater detail. For now we have another issue to discuss.

“Normally, all of our non-human students live in Knight Hall at the edge of campus on a floor with members of similar species. Given your in-between status currently, we’re not quite sure where to put you. Your normal dorm won’t work in case of an incident, but we don’t want to prematurely move you in with the pack—” Coulson said. 

“She can stay with me,” Jemma blurted. “I have plenty of space in my apartment. I can keep an eye on her while she heals and gradually introduce her to the other half of the student population. If she does end up unchanged, she can be just like our other human confidants, and if not she’ll already be familiar with the department.”

Coulson nodded as he considered this. “Daisy, do you have any issue with that arrangement?”

Daisy shook her head. “Um…I’ll need to tell my roommate I’m moving out.”

“We’ll make sure she knows.”

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Daisy was forced to stay in the clinic a few days more to make sure her bite marks were healing. She quickly learned that, since this was a private clinic for the non-human students at the university, it was considerably nicer than an average hospital. Also, her nurse was a satyr, so that was fun. Jemma outright laughed at the face Daisy made when she realized she hadn’t been hallucinating the horns. 

When she was finally allowed to check out of the clinic, Jemma came to walk her to her apartment that Daisy would be staying in for the next month. Whatever reservations Daisy might have about bunking with a vampire were quickly forgotten when Daisy remembered that she might be a werewolf in a month. She was still unsure why Jemma was being so hospitable towards her when they barely knew each other (though, when she thought about it, she didn’t know much about her previous roommate, Bobbi, other than that she was a biology student and had a sizable sword collection that Daisy stumbled upon when looking for her liquor stash). 

Still, Daisy didn’t seem to have many options at this point and she wasn't going to turn down Jemma. She was starting to really like her. 

Daisy followed Jemma to the far side of campus towards a set of historic buildings. They walked beyond the buildings along a wrought-iron fence that seemed to enclose the whole campus until they came to a massive brick building with stone gargoyles on each corner. Out of the corner of Daisy’s eye, she swore she saw one of the gargoyles move. 

Jemma tapped an ID card on a panel near the door, which beeped and then slid open. The inside of the apartment building was nicer than any dorm Daisy had ever seen. Marble lined the walls up to the arched ceiling that seemed to extend continuously in all directions. Plush armchairs and couches formed a spacious common area, which was currently empty. 

A man sat at an ornate desk near the door and watched them with hawk-like eyes as they strolled towards the elevator. 

Jemma lived on the top floor. Daisy prayed that the elevator wouldn’t stop on any other floor on the way up. She really wasn’t prepared to deal with more supernatural nonsense today, especially when her legs were still shaking from having not supported her weight in nearly a week.

Luckily, they arrived on Jemma’s floor without incident. It was eerily quiet for a dorm. Normally, in Daisy’s building, there were students out at all hours, inventing new ways to surf down the halls or ding-dong-ditching their friends. Though, Daisy kept forgetting this wasn’t a normal dorm. 

Jemma noticed Daisy’s confusion. “I’m the only vampire who currently goes here. Since it’s separated by floor, I get this whole wing to myself.”

“Huh. Must be nice,” Daisy replied. She thought about how nice it might be to not have anyone making noise while she was trying to study for her history test.

  “It can be. It gets a bit lonely, though.”

Jemma swung the door open into her room. It was much larger than the average dorm and had a small sectioned off kitchen and living room area. The furniture looked like a mismatched set of items that were found at various garage sales, like an average college student’s living space. The only thing that immediately made the room look strange were the heavy blackout curtains draped over every window. 

“Bedroom’s this way,” Jemma announced, “I put your things in there already and the bottom set of drawers in the dresser is open for you.”

“What? I’m not going to kick you out of your room. I can sleep on the couch,” Daisy protested. 

“Nonsense, you’re my guest for the next month. Besides, I don’t sleep that much anyway,” Jemma replied, waving Daisy off. 

Daisy wanted to protest further, but another part of Jemma’s statement caught her attention. “Wait, my things?”

Jemma pushed open the bedroom door and Daisy saw a small stack of boxes with most of the things from her dorm room. Stuck to one of them was a small post-it note with a note that said, 'Get well soon -Bobbi.'

“Bobbi helped pack up most of your things when we told her about your situation,” Jemma said, “She was sad to hear you were moving out, but she understood it was for the best.”

Daisy smiled. Maybe once all this werewolf business cleared up, she could move back into the dorm. For now, though, she was eyeing the giant, plush-looking bed that took up the majority of Jemma’s room. So this building is where all that tuition money is going, she thought.

“I’ll let you get settled in. We could go get some dinner in a few hours if you’d like,” Jemma said. 

“Yeah, sounds good,” Daisy replied. 

Daisy waited until Jemma slipped out of the room and then flopped on the cushy bed and nestled in.

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freedom ch 12

JUSTIN POV

"Caged birds accept each other but flight is what they long for." Tennessee Williams

From the second I woke up this morning, I just knew it was going to be a bad day. I had a nagging feeling in the back of my head that was telling me to stay home. I rolled out of bed after a horrible night of sleep with my back hurting, and a long list of things that needed to be completed even before lunch. I stepped on Francis on the way to the bathroom, and he yelped at me, pissed. That woke Selena up, and she wasn't very happy about it at all. We fought our way through breakfast, and I left the house already pissed.

As of now, I was riding the elevator up the forty floors towards my office. My ears popped, and I yawned to open them again. My coffee was bubbling in my hand, providing me with some sort of relief, but not much. I took a long sip, letting it flow down my throat and warm me up.

"I hate Mondays," a man said next to me. We were the only two in the elevator at this point.

I nodded in agreement.

He got off on the thirty-third floor, and I went up seven more.

My bad day continued when I stepped out of the elevator. A twenty-something year old punk knocked into me. My coffee spilled on my shirt, his papers went everywhere, and he fell to the ground.

"What the…?" I grunted.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Bieber." He started to gather up his things.

I bit my lip, to stop myself from saying anything. I almost fired him on the spot. I really wanted to, but just bunched up my fist.

"Get the fuck away from me," I snarled. "Get away from me!"

"I'm sorry," he repeated.

"I don't want your fucking apologies!"

Jane came to my rescue, rushing forward, almost slipping on the tiled floors. "Mark, get your stuff and leave. Today is not the day for mistakes."

"Yes, ma'am." He scurried off.

"Has everyone gone crazy?" I started to wipe myself down and stalked towards my office.

"Justin, we have problems." Jane caught up to me.

"Tell me something I don't know."

"There was a security breech last night."

I stopped. "What?"

"Someone was on the computers after hours and it wasn't one of our people. They didn't have a security code, so they broke in."

"Did they take anything?"

"We're not sure yet. The I.T. people are searching through the computers now."

I waited until I was in my office and Jane had shut the door before I cursed loudly. She just stood there for a minute, letting me vent.

"What else?" I set my briefcase down.

"Monthly staff meeting today in the conference room, you and Selena are invited to about a dozen different events over the next month, and the new interns start today. They aren't here yet, but Mario will keep track of them. Oh, and you have a meeting with Jacob Black in a couple hours. I didn't schedule that."

"No, I did." I pulled a hand through my hair and ripped my suit jacket off. "Get me a clean shirt."

She ran over to the large closet on the other side of my office and picked something out. "Everyone's waiting in the conference room."

"Alright, alright, I'm going." I took off my other shirt and replaced it while walking out of the office. She debriefed me on everything I had missed in the past hour since the morning started.

I slipped my arms into the sleeves when I went into a cavernous room that was set up almost like a stadium or a large class in college. It held about two hundred people and all the seats were filled with people who worked for different departments. We had this meeting anytime something major happened or once a month to just keep people informed. I had a lot of people working under me and didn't have time for separate meetings all the time.

"Hello, everyone," I said loudly, and they quieted down. I noticed some of the women in the room swoon as I finished buttoning up my shirt. I secretly smirked at that.

"As you might have heard, we had a security breach in the building last night. We're working on finding out what was taken and by whom, but I need everyone to be on alert with your things. Don't leave company laptops or Blackberrys lying around for someone to fucking swipe them."

The meeting lasted about an hour, and I just lectured everyone on what was to be done in the next couple of weeks. Half the people in the room were older than me, but I paid all their salaries so they could shove their high powered resumes and million dollar educations up their asses.

As everyone started to file out of the conference room, I called Mario and Jane over.

"Is something wrong?" Mario asked.

"The new interns start today?"

He nodded.

"How many? Where are they from?"

Mario flipped through the papers he was carrying. "Five of them. All seniors in college. Various places around the country, all top universities."

"Who did the interviews?" I walked out of the room, they followed.

"The people in Human Resources. You gave them specifics on what you were looking for, and they chose the best candidates. Don't you remember?" Jane asked.

"No." I replied. "Okay, I want the interns in the file room, going through stacks, familiarizing themselves with the business lingo we use around here. Mario, have them making copies of anything you need, teach them about the computer systems, and make sure they stay far away from me. I'll talk with them in about a week. Make sure to scare them a little."

"Yes, sir." He left my side.

"Jane, follow me. I want to take a walk through the cubicles."

We got into the elevator and went down three floors.

The air down here was different. It smelled like cheap, overly caffeinated coffee and stuffy paper, along with a hint of prescription drugs. Everyone needed them to stay awake and get the work done. Rows upon rows of cubicles were filled with people on phones or tapping away on their computers. Large windows showed off a nice view, but it wasn't like anyone had enough time to actually take it in. Most of them didn't see their families during the week and would work through meals. It was how my business ran.

There were various forms of "hello" as I rushed through the stacks, not making eye contact with anyone. I was on a mission. Jane struggled to keep up.

We arrived at one of the offices on the floor that belonged to a supervisor. He was an older man of about fifty, but had been working here since before I bought the previous company out. He had experience and a strong work ethic. His name was simply "Bob". I hadn't ever bothered to check for a last.

He was currently on the phone, shouting until he was red at someone on the other line. He didn't notice Jane or me at first, but quickly hung up once he did.

"Mr. Bieber, what a surprise this is." He shook my hand.

"Hello, Bob." I took a seat in front of him. Jane remained standing. She looked puzzled, but kept quiet. "I was wondering how the deal with Porsche is coming."

"Um, well, they aren't budging. They won't sell their exporting rights over to us. They've been using some company based out of New York for the past fifty years and want to stick with them."

"Really? Then why did they tell me different?"

"I don't understand." His brow scrunched.

"I had a rather long conversation with the plant manager in Germany. With the time difference, I was up half the night, which I particularly blame you for. My wife wasn't happy about it either." I picked up the bowel of jelly beans on his desk and started to pull out the yellow ones. I didn't eat them, but just threw them out. I hated the yellow ones.

"And what did he have to say?"

"He told me that it would be perfectly fine for us to handle the exporting to the states as long as we assumed the transportation costs, which will of course be in the millions, but it would be worth it."

"That's impossible."

"I've had you on this since I got back and expected it to be done by now. I had to do it myself. As I tried to fall asleep at five in the morning, I wondered why you're still here."

"You're firing me, aren't you?" His face turned angry.

"Yes, I am."

"You can't fire me." He stood.

"Bob, calm down. This is just the way it has to be."

"I've worked here longer than you've been alive."

I stood up to leave. "I'll give you the rest of the day to clear out your office and two months' pay so you can find another job."

"I'm sorry," Jane whispered as we made our way out of the office.

Everyone in the cubicles seemed to know what was going on. They stared at us with open mouths as we walked down the hall.

"I will sue," he threatened.

"Then I'll put you on the list of a million other people in the world who are trying to do the same thing. I have a very strong legal team. Don't tempt me."

I walked away with him still spouting insults. I didn't care. I barely heard them.

"That was an intense way to wake up," Jane said when we were in the elevator.

"He needed to go. If he's still here in an hour, call security."

"You are one tough boss."

"Have you messed up today? Anything I need to know about?" I joked.

"Do I ever mess up?" she replied, a no-nonsense tone in her voice.

"Come to think of it, you might be in for a raise."

"Really?"

"No, I just wanted to let you know I was thinking about it. Talk to me again in three months."

The elevator doors dinged open, and I walked out. Jane stomped behind me, muttering under her breath. We went into my office.

I went through the invites and mail on my desk. "RSVP for the children's charity event, and schedule me for the Goya auction next week."

"You want to buy more art? It's not like you ever put it on display."

"That's not the point. I get it because I can. Also, tell the mayor that Selena and I won't be attending his benefit."

"Any reason?"

"I'll be busy that night."

"With?"

I raise my eyebrow, daring her to ask another question.

She rolled her eyes. "I'll send Selena by herself then. One of you has to show up."

I sighed, "Alright, fine. If she must. Just clear it with her first."

"Anything else you need?" Jane wrote quickly.

"When are the security guys getting here? I need to know who broke into my computers."

"I can call them up now if you'd like? They said nothing important was taken, but whoever it was spent a lot of time looking for something."

"Tell them I need a new system uploaded on all the computers and make sure everyone's stuff is checked. No one leaves this office without their laptop going through a full search."

"Yes, Justin," Jane said before closing the door.

The day went from bad to worse once I was informed on what was going on within my office. Nothing was taken from the computers, but a virus had been uploaded that was fucking everyone over. All the electronic files had to be saved and transferred while every single computer in the building had to be destroyed. The virus was too large and too powerful to stop with normal means. The best thing to do was eradicate them all.

Of course, Lydia was safe, so I didn't have to get rid of my files. They weren't sure who fucked up the security or why, but I was sure as hell going to find out soon. With everyone working without computers, it was like we were transported back to the Stone Age. I locked my door because I had no desire to listen to their complaints or problems.

"Justin, Jacob Black is here to see you." Jane's voice came through the speakerphone.

I went to unlock the door and then sat back down. "Send him in."

Jacob Black came into my office, dressed in a smart suit and an all-knowing smirk. I had decided to spare his life for a couple months, because he would become very useful soon. That didn't mean I had to like him, but I needed to be cordial at least.

"This was quite the surprise, getting the call from you."

I shook his hand. "Please, sit."

"This is where you work." He looked around. "I'm impressed."

"I didn't call you here for a social chitchat."

"Of course, but I think I know why I'm here."

"The police raid on my house. I need to know everything you do about it. Who ordered it? Why? What were they looking for? Because I know for a fact that drug bust shit was completely fabricated."

"I'll tell you what I know if you tell me what your wife burned the second before they got there."

"How did you know about that?"

"They're trying to piece together the ashes as we speak. Of course, it's a lost cause. They won't ever know what was in those files."

"It was just a hit list on people I'm planning on doing away with in the next couple of months." I didn't bother lying.

"Am I on that list?"

"Maybe." I shrugged. He was, though.

"Why bother getting rid of that?"

"I don't want you guys to put me away before I even have a chance to get my job done."

"Why tell me?"

"You won't tell anyone else." I answered, "Back to my question, what were the police doing in my house?"

"That's police information, Justin. I can't divulge that," he gloated.

"Black, I won't ask you again. They came into my home, destroyed it, and terrified my wife. She made me sleep in the fucking guest room for three days." I didn't mean to say that, but it just slipped out.

He snorted.

"You think this is funny?" I snapped.

"You're whipped."

"I'm married." I countered.

"Justin, I can't talk police business."

" I'm spending hundreds of thousands of dollars in repairs. Not to mention, my dog was kicked by one of those fucking officers. I could file so many lawsuits the department wouldn't be able to walk through the paperwork. Tell me what I need to know."

He crossed his hands in front of him. "And what will you give me?"

"This isn't about reciprocity. This is about me not putting a bullet through your head."

Black thought about it for a minute before speaking, "Your wonderful neighbors, Victor and Victoria, left a tip. It sure as hell wasn't anonymous, and the people in the organized crime unit have been planning the raid for about a month. Since I'm not in that unit anymore, I didn't know about it until it was too late."

"Those fuckers…"

"Victoria wanted to use you to throw us off their trail and it worked," Jacob said. "They've completely gone over our heads, and at this point, I'm going to need the FBI to handle them. They're gun business is too big for the local police."

"So you raid my home instead?" I grunted.

"That wasn't the intention, from what I understand, but you can't let a tip go unnoticed. Especially one that involves someone as big as you."

I tapped my chin while thinking. This might have provided some kind of predicament in the past, but my quick mind was formulating a plan.

"So, why exactly haven't you arrested them yet?" I asked. "Is it the lack of evidence? What do you need?"

"Hard files, phone calls, documents, important conversations, anything." Black was desperate. He wasn't above begging at this point, because he knew I could get what he wanted. "We're grasping at straws here. All we've got to go on is our gut. We've tried to put people inside to search for something, but they hire in-house. No one goes into their home without them knowing who they are."

"Okay," I sat up, "I can get you what you need, but what will you give me?"

"Excuse me?" He chuckled darkly. "'Give you'? I think the fact that you're not arrested yet is enough of a reward."

"Not good enough."

Black's eyes searched my face for any signs of wavering. I wasn't backing down on this. If he wanted information, then he would have to play by my rules.

"How exactly can you get in their circle?" he asked.

"I'm already in their circle," I answered.

"Okay, what do you want from me?" He sighed.

"What happened last week, at my house, can never happen again." I pointed at him. "I need full immunity."

"Justin, that's… impossible."

"No, it's not. You have power now, use it as I see fit."

"That's a pretty serious request."

"And one that you'll fulfill."

"How do you expect me to do that?"

"That's not my problem. This will change your career if you can take them down. I get you what you need, and you make sure I'm protected."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"If I get a speeding ticket, it goes away before I blink my eyes. If I fucking kill a man on your front porch, you turn the other way. I should never have to look over my shoulder for a policeman for the rest of my life. You're used to making deals, so this should be no different."

"I don't make deals with criminals."

"Oh, like you weren't working with Aro Volturi?"

He didn't have anything to say, and his lip went up in a silent snarl.

"If you want my help then it's going to cost you." I leaned back, letting him ponder my requests.

It didn't take him very long. "You get me in that house, and I'll give you anything you want."

"Done." I picked up the phone, and my fingers quickly dialed the number I had memorized by now.

Selena picked up. "Justin, I was just going to call you. What color sofa do you like? I was thinking blue, but then I saw this really nice green one and I…."

"That's fine, sweetheart. Whatever you want. I can't talk long, but I was just wondering when that going away party for Carry and Barry is?"

"Oh, um, let me check." I heard some papers shuffle around. "Tomorrow night."

"It's at Victor and Victoria's house?"

"Yes, it is. Why?"

"I think we should go." I tapped my fingers on the table. Black looked at me with shock on his face. He was probably asking how this was so easy on my part. This scenario had never crossed his mind.

"Justin, are you feeling alright?" Selena asked, slight worry in her voice.

"I'm fine. I just think it would be nice to send them off."

She recognized that there was something more. "I'm coming to your office for lunch. We'll talk then so you can tell me why, but I'll RSVP now."

"Thank you."

"No problem."

"I have to go. Jacob Black is staring me in the face."

"He's what? Why are you meeting with that jackass? Put him on the phone…"

"See you for lunch, Selena." I hung up before she got angrier.

"That was quick."

"Just call me in a week and you'll have everything you need to put them away for a very long time."

Black left my office still slightly suspicious about what my plan was, but he didn't need to be worried. I just needed a solid guarantee from him that my ass would be safe from the fucking cops. By the time lunch rolled around, I was more frustrated.

One of the Mangicavallos called me…twice. I wasn't sure which one. I didn't pick up. They were kissing my ass now that I had dirt on them. They wanted their son elected into office and since I had the power to make that happen, they were at my will. Everyone in my circle was questioning how the hell I was able to control such a powerful family. I let them all speculate.

"Justin, we're here," Selena announce, pushing the door open. Francis trotted in and ran right towards me.

"Well, what a surprise." I lifted him up. "What are you doing here?"

"He had a doctor's appointment." Selena sat down. "A checkup and he's fine."

"Stop it." I held Francis away from me so he wouldn't lick my face.

"So, what's been going on around here?" she asked.

"A lot of shit."

"I'm going to need a little more than that, Justin."

I told Selena about my day, purposefully leaving out my conversation with Black. I knew that was the root of her question. She seemed particularly enthused with who had been trying to hack into my systems.

"That sounds awful." She shook her head.

"You have no idea." I ran my hands through my hair.

There was a knock on my door. Jane didn't wait for an answer before entering. "Amanda Daniels is on the phone."

"I don't want to talk to her," I growled.

"She says it's urgent."

"I don't care. She can go fuck herself with a ballpoint pen."

"Do you want me to tell her that?"

"You can tell her that once she gets the dick out of her ass, we can talk business, but until then, I don't want to hear from her."

"Oh my." Selena only seemed slightly shocked by my words.

"I didn't mean to talk like that," I told her. "I'm just stressed."

"I'll make something up." Jane left the room.

"Who is Amanda Daniels?" Selena asked.

"She's trying to buy a share of the corporation."

"And you won't let her?"

"No, I don't care for her. Didn't care for her father, either. They're old oil money, no business savvy. She's a massive bitch."

Jane reentered. "Um, so, she didn't take no for an answer. She's on her way up."

"What?" I stood so quickly my chair fell over, and Francis toppled off of my lap. "Selena, we're leaving."

"You're running away from this Amanda Daniels woman?"

"No, I'm saving myself from getting arrested for murder." I helped Selena up from her chair and snapped the leash on Francis. "Jane, make sure she knows she's not welcome."

"I really don't like being mean, Justin." She followed us out of the door. "Can't you just talk to her yourself?"

"No, I'll end up killing her, and then it'll cost a fortune getting blood out of the carpet. Handle it." The elevator doors shut, leaving Jane out in the cold.

Selena hit the button to the fifteenth floor. "We can go to lunch here."

"We have a cafeteria?" I asked, confused.

"Yes, and it's actually really nice. Mario and I eat there sometimes."

"You have lunch with my secretary?" I was getting more confused and angrier.

"Only on the occasions when you shoo me away because you're too busy. And you don't really give him time to eat. It's best if he doesn't fall over and die. You wouldn't want that on your conscience."

"My conscience has no idea what you're talking about."

The elevator stopped and Selena took my hand, leading me down the hall. Francis trotted alongside of us, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, as he walked. Everyone we passed seemed scared of me, but I don't recall knowing any of them.

"Where are we going?" I asked, not noticing anything on this floor. I didn't think I had ever been here before. The cream-colored walls and carpet seemed calming enough, although, I don't remember picking the décor.

"I told you, the cafeteria. It's a nice place. Everyone who works in this building goes there. They have great food. You've never been?"

"No."

The cafeteria was rather large and resembled more of a nice restaurant. It had nice chairs and tables, along with large windows so that you could see the city. There was a sandwich line and a salad bar and a section for hot foods. Since the lunch hour was upon us, the place was packed.

Everyone quieted down when we entered. Some had their mouths hanging open, blatantly surprised. Others whispered to each other and pointed.

"What are they doing?" I said to Selena.

"I think you've shocked them into silence. You're like a demigod to them. You sign all their paychecks, but I don't any of them have ever seen you. Say something nice."

I just stood there.

"We'll have to work on that." Selena pulled me towards the food.

We loaded up on everything, and it seemed like people were starting to unthaw after a couple of minutes, but it was evident that they were indeed scared. I knew I was a dick, but I hadn't even met any of them. They could at least give me a chance.

Selena and I sat down in one of the booths by the window. Francis sat next to me, waging his tail for food. I couldn't help myself and gave him some turkey from my sandwich.

"So, do you want to tell me what Jacob Black was doing in your office?" Selena asked, trying to remain nonchalant about the whole thing.

"We had a meeting."

"About?"

"About… a lot of things. Most specifically about how I can stay out of trouble."

"Perfect, and what did he have to say?"

"I just need to give him some information and in exchange, I get immunity."

"Immunity?"

"I haven't worked out the details, but basically, I can do whatever I want."

"Well, that's not what I wanted to hear, but what exactly are you giving him?"

"They want to put Victor and Victoria away for a while. I have the power to do that."

She took a bite of her sandwich, waiting for me to continue.

"I need to just do what I do best."

"Snoop around for illegal information," she added.

"Of course. And who is better at that than we are?"

"We?"

"Well, I can't just waltz around their house. You, on the other hand, can get away with a few more things than me."

"So you want me to scour their computer?"

"I'll handle the computer. You just plant the bugs."

"Bugs…" She sighed, rolling her eyes. "This isn't some CIA operation."

"No, it's an Justin Bieber operation. I just need to visit my tech guy before tomorrow night."

"Where exactly should I plant these bugs?"

"You're smart and I taught you well. Where do you think you should plant them?" I leaned back in the booth.

"I'm not getting involved in this, so the answer doesn't matter."

"Selena, you know you can't resist." I chuckled.

She bit her lip. "I don't like taking advantage of our neighbors."

"Weren't you the one spying on them? You would love nothing more than to put those bastards away. Probably more so than me or Jacob."

"Maybe." She shrugged. I could tell that she wanted in on this. "The first bug goes in the bathroom."

"Bathroom?"

"Just think about all the intimate conversations we have in there. We talk about everything while we take showers or brush our teeth. I'm sure they do the same. Another one goes in the office, and then in the kitchen. That should be enough to catch a glimpse of their talks."

"You're so devious. I like it."

She giggled. "You've made me this way."

The next night, I was standing in front of the mirror in our bathroom, a towel around my waist, preparing for this horrible dinner party. I hadn't seen or heard from Carry or Barry since the last gathering. I wasn't planning on apologizing for anything I said, but in order to get my job done tonight, I would have to make nice.

I had the bugs situated neatly in the side pocket of my jacket, and Selena was well versed in the plan tonight. It wasn't anything overly confusing; just get what we needed, and then act like nothing had ever happened. I could put on a smile for one night.

As I fixed my hair, I wondered just how much this might help me later on in the future. Jacob Black would surely get his information and if he held up his end of the deal, I would be set for life. He had the influence to make things happen and I was going to take full advantage of that. We weren't friends by any means, but we understood the balance of power. We were caged adversaries with no way to get away from each other. He needed me just as much as I needed him. I hated that.

"Wow. Just go like that and Victoria might have a heart attack." Selena waltzed into the bathroom, already dressed. She wore a flowing purple dress with short sleeves and stopped at her knees. Her hair was full and curled.

"I wouldn't want her to die at her own party," I chuckled.

"I wouldn't mind." Selena undid the towel from my waist, and it fell to the floor. She seemed unfazed and uncaring as she stood in front of the mirror, putting on small amounts of makeup.

"Mrs. Bieber, that was highly inappropriate. I would love nothing more than to drag you into the bed and fuck you until you can't move, but we're already late." I bit my lip and dug my fingers into the marble countertop so that I would stay still.

"Justin, don't tease me."

She was having entirely too much fun. Selena had this incredible ability to hide her attraction when she wanted. She had always been able to and wouldn't tell me how. It was as if I was just a normal friend and not her extremely hot husband. It made me feel inadequate a lot of the time, but then she'd jump my bones and make me forget all about it.

"Selena, you're going to drive me crazy." I stomped into the closet, ripping my suit from the hanger.

I could hear her laughter in the other room, clearly enjoying my painful hard-on. It was difficult to even put on my boxers since I was trying to pitch a fucking tent.

I was finally dressed to my satisfaction half an hour later. My gray suit was pressed and incredibly handsome, if I did say so myself.

"Which tie?" I asked Selena, holding up two options. I didn't really care, as long as I looked nice, but she seemed to take small joy in picking out small details of my ensemble.

She finished putting on her heels and then inspected them both. "I like the red. What about you?"

"I like the red too." I flipped my collar up, putting it on.

"Are you just saying that because you're agreeing with me?"

"You'll never know." I kissed her, finished putting on my tie, and then ran a hand through my hair one final hair.

"You look perfectly pretty." Selena took my hand. "And we're late because of your primping."

"Do you remember everything we talked about?"

"Yes, Justin. We've been over it all a thousand times." Selena rolled her eyes, pulling me into the kitchen where Katy Nana was feeding Alec a nice helping of Shepherd's Pie.

"Oh, my. You two look absolutely lovely." She clapped her hands.

"Thank you, Katy Nana," Selena said. "We'll be gone for a couple of hours, but should be back soon."

"Don't exert yourself too much. We wouldn't want you and the babies all tired out."

Selena was still kind of mad at me for bringing back Katy Nana without telling her, but she was slowly warming up. It was impossible to dislike Katy Nana. She was a saint among sinners.

William was waiting outside with a car, but I waved him off when Selena insisted we walk.

"It's right down the street, Justin," she said.

"I don't care. You're in heels and you'll fall, break your neck, and I'll be rushing to the hospital… again," I complained, puffing on a cigarette.

"Why are you smoking? Those things are unhealthy."

"You're in a snippy mood tonight."

"I'm anxious and I'm hungry. I feel like I'm a whale." She pouted.

"You're not that big."

"But you admit I am big?"

"No, that's not what I meant. I'm just saying…"

She stopped me, "I know what you meant. I don't want to hear it. Plus, these babies are kicking like soccer players."

"Really?" I had yet to feel them kick. They just wouldn't do it when I felt around Selena's stomach. Everyone else had. Not me.

"Let's just get this over with so I can go home and sleep. Please be nice."

"I can put on a smile for a couple of hours."

I stomped on my cigarette outside of Victor and Victoria's house. I rang the doorbell. It didn't take long at all for a butler to open the door and usher us in.

The house was packed with people. Emmett and Rosalie were in a corner, talking to a couple of folks from around the neighborhood. My brother acknowledged me with a head nod from across the room. I didn't see Alice or Jasper, but that didn't surprise me much. Alice refused to play nice with Victoria. I liked her philosophy, but unfortunately, I had a job to do.

We mingled. I kept Selena's hand in mine so that I wouldn't punch anyone. I smiled and laughed and joked around, making myself normal. Everyone was enamored with Selena's pregnancy and demanded updates. Even the men who had children wanted to inform me about everything child related. I hadn't even thought about baby proofing the house, or car seats, or cribs, or anything like that. I figured we had time, but the months were passing quickly.

Carry and Barrie were the guests of honor. When I talked to Carry, she acted like our last interaction never happened. She giggled and hugged me tightly.

When I finally got a chance to speak with Emmett, I was exhausted.

"You doing okay?" he asked me, clapping my shoulder.

"I'm fine. This is actually a nice party. No one's annoying."

"Free booze. Of course it's nice." He leaned against the bar. "Have you…" He looked at me pointedly.

"Not yet. Selena said she was done, though."

"Sneaky girl." Emmett grinned. "Oh, did I tell you Dad called?"

I sputtered on the gin I was drinking. "He what? When?"

"He called. Last night, but we got cut off after five seconds, and I couldn't call him back."

"Did he say anything? Where are they? When are they coming back?"

"I don't know any of those answers. Jasper said the number was from New Zealand, but I don't know why the hell they would be there. The last time he called, they were in Cambodia."

"He's called before?"

"A couple of times, but I've never actually spoken to him. I'm beginning to think that he doesn't really want to talk to us."

"He can stay away for all I care."

"Justin, let it go. You and Dad will never get along. Just leave it at that."

"I hate that man with a passion." I gripped the bar with my hands to steady myself.

"I don't think he knows about Selena and the babies yet. That's going to be a family reunion I would pay good money to see." He took a drag from his beer and sauntered off.

Selena slunk up next to me. "I'm going to keep Victor and Victoria busy for the next half hour. The main computer is upstairs in the office. Don't worry about anything."

I kissed her gently before ascending up the stairs.

The office was easy enough to find. The décor was boring and horrible plain, but that made sense because Victor and Victoria didn't really live in this house. They came and went as they pleased, so it wasn't like anything in this place was personal.

The computer was impressive. Not as extraordinary as Lydia, but impressive nonetheless. I turned it on and waited for the thing to boot up. A password screen appeared. Just for the fun of it, I tried out a few letter and number combinations. None of them worked, so I plugged in the small zip-drive I had brought with me. My I.T. guys were the best. They could create anything. If I said 'I want something that will break the password of any computer, they would hand me what I need that day. So here I sat, waiting for the code to decipher. It was actually quite boring. I kept my ears opened for steps in the hallway or any form of movement.

Once I had broken into the computer, it didn't take me long to find the folder where all their files were kept. More than likely, they would be encoded and written in a way that made them impossible to read, but that wasn't my problem. I just had to hand everything over. The police usually had people experienced enough to handle the rest.

I searched through a few things and saw a few names I recognized. Nothing jumped out at me as being anything incriminating, though. While the files downloaded, I felt around under the desk. I found the small dot-like bug that Selena had placed in the far corner of the desk. You would probably only be able to find it if you looked for it.

The downloading took a rather long time because there was so much. After it was all done, I unplugged my machinery and turned off the computer. All in all, it was a rather uneventful procedure, and I left the office with no one being the wiser.

I went downstairs and easily reentered back into the party, wrapping my arm around Selena's waist. She was involved in what seemed like a very heated conversation about the advantages and disadvantages of breastfeeding.

"How was it?" she asked when we got a chance alone.

"Fine." I shrugged. "All is well."

"Good." She hugged me tightly.

That night, after the party, Jacob came to the house, and I gave him everything I had. He told us that the bugs were working fine and could be heard clear as a bell. Our jobs were done.

It was an unusually chilly and dewy morning a week later. In my robe and silk slippers, I strode out to the end of the driveway. Francis followed me, jogging along and peeing when necessary.

I picked up the paper and sipped my steaming cup of coffee. I took longer than normal, just idling on the side of the road. All too soon, I heard the familiar wail of sirens coming from the distance. I waited and a row of cars suddenly turned the corner, speeding down the road.

"They're certainly on a mission this morning," I said to Francis.

There were six cop cars. They screeched to a halt in front of Victor and Victoria's house. Jacob, dressed in a heavy looking bulletproof vest, lead the charge to the door. He banged and shouted for someone to open it.

"I almost feel bad for watching," I snickered and watched the police flood the house.

"We really should feel bad." Selena was suddenly behind me.

"What are you doing up so early?"

"Do you think anyone can sleep with these alarms going off?" She hugged her robe closer to her body.

I looked around the neighborhood, and it seemed like everyone was out to see what was going on.

Ten minutes later, Victoria was brought out in handcuffs. She was screaming to be let go and flailing around like a fish out of water. It was quite a scene.

More police brought out cases of guns along with Victor. He glared at me from down the street and had a death stare that could peal paint off of walls. I waved.

"Justin, stop antagonizing him." Selena nudged me. "He looks mad."

"Well, thanks to your womanly intuition, we won't have to be dealing with them for quite some time. Seems as if you were right all along."

"I knew I was. I told you, remember?" We started to walk back up the driveway. "Remember when I told you?"

"Yes, Selena, I remember," I chuckled. "And I will never doubt you again."

"Next time, you listen to what I say."

"We'll run everyone out of town, but that's been the plan all along, hasn't it?"

"This is why we have no friends." Selena opened the door.

I stared down at Selena seriously, making sure she knew I meant what I was getting ready to say.

"We don't need friends."

SELENA POV

"Our greatest happiness does not depend on the condition of life in which chance has placed us, but is always the result of a good conscience, good health, occupation and freedom in all just pursuits."-Thomas Jefferson

All things Twilight related belong to Stephanie Meyer.

"So since you're having a boy and girl, of course, everything has to be in blue and pink." Alice jotted down some notes.

"We could have hydrangeas. They're the most beautiful shade of blue and I love the smell," I said, excited to be planning a baby shower.

"Okay, so hydrangeas. And we need games. Lots of games," Alice ratted off.

"What about a guest list?" Rose asked. "Your mother has to be invited. Anyone from home?"

"Home, as in Forks?"

She nodded.

"No. Probably not. From what Charlie says, no one would even want to come." I immediately and unintentionally brought down the mood of our lunch date.

"Selena, don't say that. He didn't mean any of that nonsense. I'm sure of it," Rose assured me. "No father would say that about his daughter."

"Charlie would." I took a large bite of my spaghetti. "Once he thinks he's right, he's right."

"Well, then he's a jackass, and we don't need him," Alice said. "I won't invite his ass to the baby shower of the century. Next on the list, cake. You have to have an amazing cake."

"Cheesecake!" I exclaimed so loudly that everyone in the restaurant turned to look at us. "Oh, sorry." I blushed. Sometimes food just made me a little crazy. Especially now that I was almost seven months along. I ate everything in sight.

"So the invitations will go out tomorrow, and we'll have it next week at the house. I'm so excited." Alice clapped her hands. "This will make news. I'm sure of it."

"Just make sure it's not too much, Alice," I begged.

"By now, I know your style. Small and intimate. It'll be perfect," she assured me.

We continued to eat and talk about everything going on in our lives. With everyone being so busy, we sometimes went a full week without talking. It was made worse when I started maternity leave and didn't get to see Alice at work.

"Are you feeling okay?" Rose asked me.

"Yeah, just uncomfortable."

"That's to be expected, I guess."

I sighed, rubbing my large stomach.

It was getting so strange to wake up every morning and see my rounded belly. It poked out beyond a point that was natural. I was a fucking whale and didn't even try to stop my waddling now. I even want to get into the disgusting details that came along with being seven months pregnant, but it wasn't pretty.

The house was filled with baby stuff. Justin had been researching cribs, car seats, highchairs; anything baby related. One of the rooms upstairs was still in the process of being transformed into a nursery. Everything was happening so fast, and I was very thankful to have Justin's cool head. He was a blessing, and I would probably go crazy without him, but underneath I knew he was driving himself crazy.

"Have you picked out names?" Rose asked, her eyes glossing over. They always did that when we talked about babies.

"Um, I have a couple."

"Awww, that's sweet," Alice cooed. "Tell us."

"No. It's a secret."

"They'll be here in a few weeks." Rose exclaimed.

"Are you ready?"

"Not even close." I shook my head. "But I'll have help."

By the time we were finished with lunch, I was exhausted. I only had enough energy for about half a day now. These babies were so heavy it became a chore to just walk down the stairs, but at least they were healthy. The doctor said that all was well. That's what I cared about. Unfortunately, everything hurt. My feet, my boobs, my back. It was all sore and tired.

I got home and immediately changed into sweats.

"Mrs. Selena, you look lovely today," Katy Nana praised when I waddled into the kitchen.

"No need to lie," I scoffed.

"I'm not. There's just something about a healthy pregnant woman. You should see yourself, all ripe and beautiful."

"Ripe like a melon?" I laughed.

"Yes, exactly." She handed me a steaming cup of tea.

She was the most amazing woman I had ever met and helped out with everything around the house. The laundry was always done, meals were cooked, and there was never a speck of dust anywhere. Even the plants were thriving due to her meticulous watering. Katy Nana was not only a registered nurse, but had training in child care and was teaching me a lot about what I should do when the babies came.

"I pressed your dress for tonight's benefit," she told me, busying herself with dishes. "It's hanging in your closet."

"I don't think I can go. I'm so tired," I groaned.

"You have to go. This is an important night for Mr. Justin. He would be crushed if you stayed home."

"I know, I know. I was just thinking out loud."

Tonight was that party for Bieber, Inc. They had a better than expected second quarter, and Justin wanted to celebrate in a big way. He had rented out a fancy hotel ballroom and invited almost everyone in the city who mattered.

"It should be fun." She nodded.

"Would you like to come?"

"Oh, heavens no. With everyone out of the house, I can finally catch up on my knitting. I'm making the babies the cutest things."

"I'm sure they will appreciate them."

Alec arrived home from school, agitated and pissed for some reason.

"I hate this fucking class!" He punched a wall as he came into the kitchen.

"Whoa, stop it before you break your hand," I yelled. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I don't know what else to do. In all my other classes, I ace 'em. This professor is just always riding my ass about something. Look at this paper. It's perfect." He dug around in his backpack and pulled out an essay he wrote.

There was a big red 'D' on the front and marks everywhere. I didn't even k now where to begin.

"And last week I actually failed." He sat next to me on a bar stool. "I can't ever win with this guy."

"What class is it for?" I flipped through the paper.

"Modern American Crime. I know my shit, obviously, and I even do the extra credit, but I keep coming up short." He pulled out a cigarette from his bag and lit it, taking puffs.

Before I could even react, Katy Nana had snatched it form his mouth and smacked the back of his head, all in one swoop. "First of all, these are not healthy under any circumstances, especially with a pregnant woman around. If I ever see you with these things again, I'll break your jaw." It was kind of funny to hear her reprimand him in her high toned, English accent, but she got her point across.

"Um, okay," he replied, stunned. "Sorry."

She glared at him again before going back to the dishes.

"Yeah, what she said." I hit his shoulder. "No smoking. You're too young."

"Justin smokes."

"Justin is a grown man, but I don't like him smoking either. Let's get back to your paper. Why are you failing?"

"I don't know. The guy hates me. We had a whole fucking section on Carlisle fucking Bieber, and I even failed that test. How can I fail a test about my own father?"

"Okay, calm down. He obviously has an issue with you being in his class. We'll just have to have a talk with him."

"What the devil…?" Katy Nana looked behind us, out of the windows.

"What?" I turned around.

"Those damn lawn people are running over my rose bushes again." She grabbed the broom and raced for the back door, shouting a string of inappropriate things.

"That woman is insane." Alec's eyes were wide.

"I like her."

My cellphone started to ring on the counter next to us and I picked it up to see a text message from Justin.

Meet me outside.-E

"Okay then." I struggled to get off of the stool. Alec eventually had to just lift me up and place me on the floor. I didn't know how he did it. I was sure I weighed a ton.

We went out onto the front steps just in time to see Justin pull into the driveway, driving a massive burgundy red Escalade. He honked the horn and waved.

"Holy shit!" Alec was almost giddy with excitement. "I get to drive first."

"So, what do you think?" Justin hopped out of the SUV and circled it.

"Did you buy another car?" I walked down the stairs.

"Well, we certainly can't drive the babies around in my Saleen. There's no room. And they're not getting in the Aston until they're potty trained."

"But this is massive." I stood on my tiptoes so that I could see into one of the windows.

"You'll be a master at driving it in no time." He opened the back door. "I already installed car seats and the dealer said this was equipped with side airbags for optimum safety."

"Impressive." I felt the leather seats.

"I want one." Alec was already behind the wheel.

"No," Justin answered firmly, "this cost more than a full year of tuition."

"By the way, he's failing a class," I said.

"You're what?" Justin shouted so loud, birds flew out of the trees across the street.

"It's not my fault," Alec complained. "I swear."

"To be fair, the professor does sound like he's being biased."

"I don't care! You work to prove him wrong." Justin dragged Alec out of the car. "Don't you bring home a fucked up report card or I'll kill you."

"That's the second time today I've been threatened. Sheesh." Alec stomped into the house.

"You didn't have to be so mean." I put my hands on Justin's chest, trying to calm him down.

"I can't help it." Justin tried to wrap his arms around me, but we were separated by my growing belly. "As his surrogate father, I demand perfection."

"You need to try a couple different tactics. He doesn't respond to shouting like that from you."

"I know. I'm trying." Justin hung his head. "He's going to turn into a major mess, just like me."

"You're not a mess. Well, you are, but I like you that way," I joked.

"You think that's funny?" He kissed my neck.

I started to laugh, but stopped abruptly.

"What?" he asked.

"I have to pee." I scurried inside, but could hear his laughter from behind me.

Another function, another dress. It was getting harder and harder to actually find something that covered my body nowadays. I already didn't want to go to Justin's party tonight, and it only got worse when I realized the dress I was planning on wearing wouldn't zip. I cried in the bathroom for half an hour, and then got mad when Justin tried to rush me.

I ended up throwing a hair brush at him, and then cried again after I apologized. It wasn't pretty and I'm sure very annoying.

Finally, I found something to wear; a floor length, dark blue dress with lots of draped fabric that didn't make me seem too big.

"My boobs are huge," I said to myself in the mirror, trying to adjust myself. I never had big breasts, a fact that I hated in high school. They were always on the small side, but pregnancy had certainly changed that. I was too afraid to check the tag on my bra to see what size I was now.

I grabbed my clutch and didn't even bother with heels. My feet were too swollen, so I was happy in flats for tonight.

I walked downstairs to see Katy Nana brushing Justin off with a lint brush.

"Stop squirming," she scolded.

"Stop touching my butt."

"Please. I used to bathe your small little bottom." She chased him with the brush. "I have to get the specks off."

"I'm fine, Katy Nana."

"No, you have to look perfect."

"You are insufferable, woman." He relented and stood still.

She grumbled and continued to brush him off. When she was finally satisfied, Katy Nana pushed the two of us together. "Okay, let me get a photo."

"Come on, I hate pictures," Justin groaned.

"No, I must have a picture. This was just like when you were going to prom. Do you remember, Justin? What was the luck lady's name?" She held up her camera, snapping away.

"I'm not sure. I ditched her two minutes in to go fuck my music teacher in the bathroom."

Katy Nana gasped, but didn't seem surprised. I wasn't.

"Can we go?" Justin complained.

"Yes, yes, please." She shooed us off.

"Katy Nana is one intense lady," I said.

"You'll be thanking her once the babies get here. She'll be a lifesaver. I promise you."

William was waiting outside with a car and held the door open for me to get in. It was extremely difficult to duck down with my big belly and took way too long for me to finally get situated.

"This is getting to be cumbersome." I encircled my stomach.

"Just two more months, Mrs. Bieber." He took my hand. "I can't wait until it's gone as well. I won't have to be so careful during our more… intimate times."

"Is that all you care about?"

"At the moment, yes. I'm horny," he said truthfully and unashamed.

The rest of the ride into the city was silent, the car filled with sexual tension. I'm sure William could even feel it up front. My libido had gone into overdrive because of the pregnancy, and my hormones were outrageous. I was crying one minute, laughing the next, and wanting to fuck the minute after that. The only problem was: it wasn't so easy to have sex when you were seven months pregnant with twins. Justin was always worried about "poking one of the babies", and then by the time we finally found a good position, I was sleepy.

Then the doctor warned me that things wouldn't get any easier after the babies were born. I had to wait an additional six weeks for everything to heal… down there before we could even attempt anything sexual. It was going to be impossible to keep myself contained. Renee said that it would be completely different when the babies arrived. I wouldn't give a shit about sex. I don't think would ever be possible, but it will be interesting to see how these kids change my libido.

By the time we reached the hotel, I was sweating.

"Selena, are you alright?" Justin asked me when the car came to a stop.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I fanned myself. "Just having more sexual thoughts. You know me."

"What are we going to do about you?" He chuckled.

I shrugged and dabbed my forehead with a cloth. "Okay, I'm ready to go."

Justin took my hand, and I had to scoot myself out of the car ungracefully. It always took an effort to move anywhere nowadays. Justin helped as much as he could, but just ended up making things more difficult.

"Stop it. I know how to walk by myself." I wiggled out of his grasp.

"If I had things my way, you'd be rolled around in a wheelchair until you gave birth. Or have Amun carry you," he huffed.

"I would be more than happy to." Amun was suddenly at my side with his arms outstretched as if Justin's thought was a possibility.

"That's why you don't get to have things your way. I would look ridiculous."

He didn't say anything else and just let me walk by myself into the hotel. The ballroom was massive, but not yet filled. Justin made sure we came at least an hour early so he could oversee the final preparations. Wait staff was running round, laying out fine silverware on at least fifty, white-linen clothed covered tables. Caterers were setting up dishes of shrimp cocktail, caviar, sushi, and champagne. I was angry about the fact that I couldn't have any of it.

There was not only a live band, but also a DJ. I don't know why Justin needed both, but they were there. Photographers were testing their cameras, and I saw a reporter trying to chase Justin down for some kind of interview. He waved him off.

It was a very nice space with high ceilings and crystal chandeliers that sparkled brightly. There was an area in front of the band for dancing and a small stage with a podium. I wasn't sure what the itinerary for the night was, but I would be shocked if Justin made some sort of speech. He never spoke in public.

He came to sit next to me about half an hour before people were scheduled to arrive.

"Why are we here so early?" I asked him.

"I had to make sure everything was right. Some very important people are going to be here tonight, Selena."

"I'm very proud of you." I rested my hand on his thigh under the table. "This is kind of a big deal, isn't it?"

"Very big. I've surpassed Carlisle in raw wealth."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I have more assets than he does. He will always have more money; there's no getting around that, but I have more wealth. It's all tied up in my business and real estate, but it's there."

"That's an ominous way of saying you're a criminal mob boss who uses force to get his way," I said truthfully.

"Is that a joke? I don't get it." His brow furrowed.

"It wasn't a joke. Just an observation."

"My whole career isn't just based off how much blood I spill in the streets. I don't think you believe me when I say that I'm going to work."

"I do believe you, but you can't tell me that you bought our house off of money you made in an office. People don't make that kind of money behind a desk, especially after being out of the country for four years."

"You're smarter than most, I'll give you that. Are you working for the police?" He squinted teasingly.

"You have millions…" I was interrupted by a stern look, "Oh, excuse me, billions."

He nodded for me to continue.

" People just assume you make it all in an office? I don't get how everyone can't see it," I whispered.

"They see what I tell them to see. I live my life by a very strict code when it comes to my more questionable work. I don't play around."

"I know that."

"The Cullens are the best at what we do, and Chicago is our town. I could piss in the commissioner's mouth, and he would ask me to Sunday brunch."

"I don't like it when you talk like that. You're too cocky."

"Because it's true. My philosophy is a simple one: If everyone's scared of me I can do whatever I want."

I didn't say anything in reply.

"My enemies won't ever cross me because they know me. He pulls a knife; you pull a gun. He sends one of yours to the hospital; you send one of his to the grave. It's the way I work."

"You're starting to scare me."

"Everything will be fine."

"I have no idea what that means. Please stop speaking in riddles all the time."

He kissed my forehead. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, I'm okay."

"I'll be back shortly."

Justin left the table to do whatever the hell he was doing before. I tried not to let his words affect me, but that was impossible. The way he talked sometimes made me antsy. He thought he ruled the world, and I guess he did from the way everyone doted on him, but it scared me to death. What if he got too cocky and everything blew up in his face? I would be the one standing over his grave and crying my eyes out until I was blue in the face. He wouldn't have to deal with the consequences.

"Hey, Selena, what's got you blue in the face?" Alice twirled into the seat next to me, dressed in the most beautiful green creation I had ever seen.

"I'm just thinking."

"About?"

"Family business."

"You're just as secretive as your husband."

"Imagine that. I guess we're from the same tree."

"Selena, you make no sense sometimes."

I had to agree with her there.

Like a whirlwind, the party began to pick up speed. People filled the ballroom, and I, being the wife of Justin Bieber, had to perform my duties. I walked around, thanked everyone for coming, had a great time talking to the mayor—who was already drunk—and didn't mind shaking hands with the hundreds of folks who came out for support. Alice followed me around like a dog. She was afraid I might go into labor at any minute. I had to explain to her several times that I had two more months to go. She wouldn't leave me alone and I was about to snap her head off. I eventually escaped her clutches.

"So, where are you from again?" the mayor's wife asked me. She was an older lady who had taken a keen interest in me since she realized that we now ran in the same social circles. Her name was Sharon, and she was nice… when she wanted to be.

"Northern Washington, originally," I told her.

"Oh, how wonderful. I bet it's cold up there."

"It's actually colder here." I laughed, just to fill an awkward gap in conversation.

"Hello, sweetheart." Justin wrapped his arm around me. "I see you've found someone to talk to."

"Mr. Bieber, this is a fabulous party," she said. "I love everything."

"Why thank you. It's all for a good cause. You remember the auction I talked to your husband about?"

"Oh, yes. We plan on donating a fair penny tonight. Don't you worry."

Sharon took a sip of her wine and quickly walked off.

"Come on, let's sit down." Justin guided me towards the tables where the rest of the family was sitting.

"This is a very nice party," I told him. "Everyone's here."

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

I nodded. "And you even have food that I can eat."

"Yes, I did think of you." He chuckled.

He pulled out the chair for me, and I sat.

"Selena, this is amazing. We should have a party every month," Alice said. "Justin, you did such a good job. Congratulations."

"Thank you." He sat next to me.

"To Justin." Emmett raised his glass. "May his rich ass never touch the ground."

"What the hell does that mean?" Jasper asked.

"I don't know. I'm already a little drunk." Emmett laughed boisterously.

"To Justin," Jasper said.

"To Justin!"

My hormones got the better of me and I couldn't take the sexual frustration anymore. Justin nearly carried me up the stairs when we got home and gently placed me on the bed, making sure to "accidentally" rip my dress in the process.

"Justin, slow down." I giggled as he attacked me with kisses.

He gave me a wicked smirk and then dove again. I moaned as his lips began sucking on my neck while his hands grabbed my breasts and began palming them hard.

His lips began to descend on towards my chest. He unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts to the world. He continued to kiss me fiercely while playing with my sore boobs. I didn't mind, though. It felt good.

God, yes… this felt so good. Please don't stop, Justin!

"Selena… your breasts are amazing, especially now that you're pregnant."

I gasped as he covered my nipple with his mouth and flicked it with his tongue making it stand at attention.

I weaved my fingers through his hair as I arched my back to push my breast into his mouth. "Justin… that feels so good… don't stop." I panted. I was so beyond comprehension.

I felt his smile grow as he continued to lick, suck and nip at my hard nipple. He repeated the same on my other breast, showing it equal attention. Justin's hand traveled down my body, from my neck, down to my stomach and finally rested on my left thigh. He was teasing me and I hated him for it. His soft touches were about to drive me insane.

Just a little higher…I'm in need of a release so badly. Please, Justin.

He ran his index finger in between my wet folds and brought it up to his mouth. "Selena, you are dripping wet, can I taste you?"

I nodded my head up and down lifelessly, dumbfounded.

He moved so that he was further down the bed and pulled me until I was on the edge. Justin dove in between my legs and I nearly came undone as his lips and tongue made quick work for my sopping wet place.

I felt the soft bristles of his unshaven face on my sensitive areas and there was mixture of pleasure and pain that sent incredible shock waves through my body. I didn't know if it was the hormones or Justin was just that good but I think I saw Jesus and the twelve apostles.

He slid two fingers into my waiting entrance slowly. I gasped at the amazing feeling that was coursing through my body. Justin's fingers were magical; they were long and strong allowing him to hit places I needed them to. I was pretty much putty in his hands at this point.

"That's right baby… cum for me, soak my fingers." He said sternly.

His dirty talk sent me over the edge and I came all over his fingers. He had a smug look on his face as I came down from my intense orgasm. He began licking his fingers clean and I felt myself get wet all over again.

"The night's just getting started, Mrs. Bieber." Justin crawled back up my body. I was ready.

The next morning, I rolled out of bed at five because I had a full balder. It was too painful to just lie there, so I waddled to the bathroom. Justin stayed asleep, thankfully. He was exhausted from last night's festivities. I, unfortunately, couldn't get back to sleep. I stared at the ceiling and rubbed Francis behind the ears for five more hours.

"Selena, what are you doing up?" Justin asked, stretching his legs.

"I couldn't sleep." I kissed his shoulder. "What about you?"

"My body only allows me three hours a night."

I didn't tell him that he had been sleeping for well over eight.

"You should be resting," he told me.

"I'm too hungry to rest."

Justin scooted over to me and ran his hand over my stomach. "Babies, stop eating so much. Your mother can't take it anymore."

This was the first time Justin had addressed our children. It kind of made me choked up.

"I want you two to listen to me. I'm your father and you must do as I say," Justin continued. "The eating needs to stop. You'll hurt her poor stomach."

"It's not that bad."

"Non più. No more, babies." He looked up to me. "I wonder if they can hear us."

"The books say they can."

"Bambini, calcio per me," he whispered. "Kick for me, babies."

He placed his ear on my stomach. I prayed that they would respond to him. He hadn't even felt them kick yet, and I didn't think he really felt connected to the kids. He was trying so hard, though.

Nothing happened.

Justin frowned. "Bambini, per favore."

Nothing.

He sighed, "Maybe next time."

I nodded and ran my fingers through his hair. "They can hear you."

The phone rang next to me. Justin reached over and picked up. "Ciao... No, Emmett... Because I said so... We don't want you here... I said no!"

I heard the dial tone.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"Emmett is bringing everyone over for brunch." Justin hung up the phone.

"Good. I invited them last night." I threw the blankets off of me.

"Selena," he groaned, "I don't want them in my house every day."

"They're family, and we don't see enough of them."

"Famiglia..." Justin rolled his eyes. "Fine."

"Just go wake up Jane and Alec."

"I still don't like that she spent the night." He got out of bed.

"Would you rather him have stayed in the city at her place?"

He thought for a second. "That's even worse."

"Exactly."

Half an hour later, I opened the door for Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, and Alice. They were all dressed in pajamas, which was ideal since Justin and I hadn't even bothered to change into anything appropriate.

"How fun was last night?" Alice bounced into the house.

"It was perfect," I said.

"Your baby shower will be that times ten. Believe me." Rose hugged me.

"Are we invited to that?" Emmett asked.

"To the baby shower? God, no. You'd ruin it." Alice shook her head.

"We are their uncles. I think we should be included," Jasper added.

"Well, if we can't go, then neither can Justin."

"I"m going." Justin strolled into the foyer. "I'm not having a bunch of strange women in my house at a party and not be there to keep watch."

"It'll be boring, though," Alice said. "You wouldn't enjoy it."

"I'll stay in the kitchen, but no one's kicking me out of my house."

"He won't be there," I assured her.

We all argued for a couple of minutes on the proper etiquette for baby showers. Rose stated that she went to a shower where the men were there as well, so it wasn't that strange. I didn't want Justin there. He would just be anxious and go crazy over everyone in the house. It was best if he just stayed away. Besides, he didn't like any of the women coming anyway.

"Where's the food?" Alec groaned as we stood around the kitchen.

"Brunch comes later than usual on Saturdays," I said.

"We could just cook ourselves," Alice suggested.

"No," Justin shook his head, "the last time you all cooked in there, it took Katy Nana two days to get sauce off the tile."

"That was Selena's fault." Rose pointed at me.

"She didn't put the cover on."

"We're not getting into this fight again." I sipped my orange juice.

"No matter who it was, you ladies have lost all kitchen privileges." Katy Nana sauntered into the kitchen. "Food will be here shortly."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." I jumped off my stool and rushed to the door before anyone else. Well, I waddled quickly.

I opened the door where a tall deliveryman was standing on the front steps, but instead of carrying food, he had a beautiful vase of flowers. They were pink with long stems and striking yellow accents. The guy was really large, and looked like a bodyguard. It was almost funny to see him carrying such delicate flowers.

"Mrs. Bieber?" he asked.

"Yes. What are those?"

"Flowers." He held out a clipboard for me to sign. "They've been specially ordered."

"From who?" I signed.

"Not sure, ma'am. I just deliver."

"Oh, well thank you." I took them from him.

"Have a good day." He tipped the cap on his head and trotted down the stairs.

I shut the door with my butt and walked slowly back into the kitchen, sniffing my flowers.

"Those are so pretty." Alice plucked one from the vase. "Who sent them?"

"Justin, I guess. Thank you so much."

"I didn't order flowers," he said, confused. "Is there a card?"

I looked. "No, I don't think so."

Alec walked into the kitchen., "Katy Nana, we need more toilet tissue. I was going to go shopping later..." He stopped in his tracks when he saw me. "Holy shit!"

"What?" I asked.

"Nobody move!" he shouted. "Selena, do not move a muscle."

"What's going on?" I stayed still.

"Those aren't flowers. Where did you get that?" He came closer.

"The deliveryman."

"Alec, what the hell are you talking about?" Emmett scoffed.

"That's a bomb," he said firmly. "Motion detected. I used to make them back in Russia. We would send them all over the city. Has anyone taken a flower from the vase?"

We all looked at Alice. She hid the flower behind her back.

"It's been activated."

"Oh, my..." Katy Nana gasped.

"Okay, listen to me very carefully, Selena. That thing will blow if you so much as breathe too deeply. It's all based on water displacement."

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but I don't like what I'm seeing." Justin stared at the clear vase. A small black box was attached to the stems and a red blinking light flashed annoyingly.

"Someone please just get this thing away from me," I said through my teeth.

"Selena, I'm going to take it." Justin held his hands out.

"No!" Alec pushed him. "Don't touch it. You don't understand how temperamental these things are.

"What do you expect me to do, let her hold the thing?" Justin yelled.

"She'll blow us all up if you fucking touch it."

"Okay, everyone calm down," Jasper said calmly, always the voice of reason. "We need to think logically about this."

"I know who made that." Alec circled me. "That's Victor's work. Or his people. Not just anyone can make this kind of bomb."

"Fucking bastard." Emmett sat down in a chair.

"Everyone, get out of the house," I whispered. "Just get out."

"We're not leaving you here, Selena," Jane replied.

Justin was about to have a heart attack. His face had turned an odd shade of purple that was only rarely seen. His breathing was short, and he was trying hard not to say anything.

"What do we do, Alec?" Jasper asked him.

Alec was at a loss of what to say. His mouth opened a couple of times. "I… I don't know."

I couldn't let myself cry. I could barely even talk without fear of moving this thing. My arms were getting tired, but I wasn't budging an inch.

"Why is this always happening to us?" Emmett sighed.

"If we can just transfer it to someone else, that would make me feel a hell of a lot better." Justin bit his lip.

"How are we supposed to do that without shaking the water?" Rose looked as if she was about to cry.

"I could dismantle it if the thing wasn't so sensitive." Alec threaded his hands in his hair. "I'm sorry, Selena."

"This is no one's fault. We're going to fix this," Jasper reasoned.

"Aha," Katy Nana smiled brightly and scurried around the kitchen, "I've got it."

"Got what? What's going on?" I asked. She was behind me, so I couldn't see, but I didn't like the noises of closing cabinets.

She came over to me slowly, holding up a package of instant pudding mix. "This should work."

"Now is not the time to think about food, Katy Nana," Justin snarled.

"Of course not." She ripped the package open. "Do you boys remember when you were little and always requested my chocolate bars?"

"With the candy in it? God, that stuff was good." Emmett licked his chops. "But Justin's right. We can't think about food at a time like this."

"No, no. I always had a devil of a time, trying to figure out how to keep the candy from moving when it was in the batter. I found out that if you add a package of pudding, everything stays in the proper place."

We all watched with baited breath as she poured the pudding mix into the clear vase. I was so scared I think I peed a little.

"It should take ten minutes to set. It won't stop the motion detector completely, but it should give you enough time to run away." Katy Nana looked so sad. "I hope it works."

"I want everyone out now!" Justin shouted.

"But…" Alec began but was cut off by my venom-spewing husband.

"Out!"

There was a flurry of feet, everyone keeping a clear distance from me. I saw Alec grab Francis out of the corner of my eye, and then the kitchen was empty.

Justin paced in front of me. "Selena, I'm so sorry for this. I don't… I can't even really talk right now."

"Are you scared?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"What are we going to do, Justin?" I felt the single tear that I allowed myself to shed.

"It's already hardening. I'm going to take it, and I want you to run. Don't argue with me. I don't want to hear your theories or your suggestions or your fucking thoughts on the subject. I want you to run. Is that understood?"

I nodded. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to get rid of the thing. You have to get outside and go down the street to Emmett's house. Don't stop. Don't turn around and don't you dare think about coming back over here until I say."

"How will I know it's safe?"

"You'll probably be able to see the explosion from his place."

"Justin, no." I gulped. "You're going to drop it, aren't you?"

"We can't dismantle it. It's the only way, Selena."

"Justin…"

"Stop, talking," he said forcefully. "Just do as I say."

I cried a little more as we waited for the pudding to set. I could see it working, but that still didn't make me feel better.

"Alright, Selena." Justin popped his neck. "Give it to me."

I wanted to protest. I wanted to keep it for myself so that he could run. If I wasn't pregnant with two kids, I probably would have and argued that he run away. He would never allow that, but I would fight. I couldn't do that now. I had to let him take this bomb from me. It was the only way.

Justin reached out, but then pulled back. He was nervous. He cracked his knuckles and tried again.

This time, he went all the way. His large hands cradled the vase gently. He almost wasn't touching it. "Selena, let go."

"I don't want to," I cried.

"Selena, let go," he commanded.

I slid my hands away slowly, and was finally free.

I broke down against the counter and couldn't stop crying. My arms were sore and seeing my husband holding a bomb was a little too much for me to handle right now.

"Just get out of here." Justin's voice cracked.

I tried to make my feet move, but they wouldn't. If there was anything I could do, I wanted to try it.

"What's going to happen to you?" I wiped my face.

"I'm going to wait five minutes. That should give you enough time to get out."

"And you?"

"I'll… drop the thing and run like hell. And pray."

"I can't leave you here."

"Selena, this isn't up for discussion. Just leave."

"How bad is the damage going to be?"

Justin inspected the bomb. "Pretty bad. It looks powerful. I'd expect this half of the house will be destroyed. Probably more."

I was trying to prolong this as much as I could. I didn't want to leave.

"Go." Justin shut his eyes.

I wanted to kiss him so badly. "I can't."

"Selena, run… and please, for the love of God, don't trip."

"Was that supposed to be a joke?"

"I thought it was kind of funny." He chuckled humorlessly.

"I love you, Justin."

"I love you too, Selena. I promise that I'll be fine."

"You can't promise me that. You said it yourself, that bomb is powerful. You can't outrun it."

He didn't say anything.

I didn't know what I should do. I had to leave at some point—I knew that—but this felt like a last goodbye type of thing.

"Selena, it's time for you to go," Justin said calmly, lovingly.

"I wish I could kiss you right now."

"I know." He smiled and tipped his head towards the door. "I'll see you soon."

I nodded.

"Ciao, Selena."

I turned my back and walked as fast as I could out of the house, down the driveway, and across the street. Emmett and Amun were waiting. I crumbled into Emmett's waiting arms.

"He's going to be aright, Selena."

"Go get him," I pleaded.

"I can't. I have to get you out of here."

I couldn't protest. I was nearly shoved into the back of a car and we took off. I was crying so badly that it was hard see, but I certainly heard the explosion. It was monstrous, and a plume cloud of fire erupted into the air over the trees.

I was too shocked to scream, too shocked to move; too shocked to breathe.

The car kept moving. I wanted it to go in the opposite direction. I had to check on Justin.

"Go back!" I pounded into Emmett. "Go back! We have to see if he's alright."

"I can't do that, Selena." He didn't slow the car down. "I'll go back when I drop you off. You have to stay calm. This isn't good for the babies."

"My house just fucking blew up with my husband inside of it! There is no calming down."

Amun, who was in the front seat, turned around quickly. "I'm sorry about this, Mrs. Bieber, but I can't have you acting like this."

He pulled out what looked like a pen and grabbed my arm, clicking it. A sharp sting shot through my arm, and I was out like a light a second later.

[stilesderekscottissacandme]

Currents

Okay, so the last few days have been beyond hectic, we found Derek and Peter when I saw Derek he was healed and totally okay. I cried as I held our heads together. Everything was okay for a moment. Currently I'm with Scott at the hospital. Bringing our mom some food for dinner.

"Okay, keep pressure on it. The doctor's on her way. And does anyone know where Dr. Hilyard is?" Then Mom saw us and the food in my hands. "Oh, thank God. I'm starving. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you for bringing me dinner. " She said while patients and nurses swarmed around us.

"Is everything okay?" I asked as she set the food down on the nurses station.

"Except for half the accident victims in a ten car pile-up being rerouted here from downtown, and the E.R. attending not answering any of his pages, yeah, I'm okay." She said, looking as stressed as I've ever seen her.

"What does not answering pages mean?" Scott asked.

"It means that nobody can find him, so now we have to wait for the on call to get here." She explained, when a women walked up to us and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Miss. "

"Yes?"

"Excuse me, can I kind of please have something for the pain?" She asked, mom shook her head.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I know. But, actually, giving you something could complicate things, so we really just need to wait for the doctors. Okay?" Mom said and the pain etched on this ladies face was almost unbearable.

"Yeah." She mumbled as she went and sat down. I followed while Scott talked to mom.

"Uh, you know, I think that I read online that sometimes human contact can help with pain." I said and the woman looked confused but agreed and I set my hand on her arm. The purple veins, the pain, all of it. Then a familiar voice filled the room and I looked up.

"Someone... Someone help me! Oh, I need help!" Ethan yelled and I ran over to him followed by Scott and mom. He was holding Danny, who was obviously struggling with his breathing.

"Okay, gentle, gentle, gentle!" Mom said as Scott and Ethan sat him down in a chair.

"What did you do to him?" I said with possibly too harsh of a voice.

"Nothing. He said he was having chest pains and trouble breathing, but it... it just kept getting worse." He said as mom checked his vitals in his neck.

"This is not good. How much longer on Dr. Hilyard? His larynx has shifted to the side. I think it's a tension pneumothorax." She said just before Danny bent over the armrest on the chair to throw up.

"Mistletoe." Ethan and I said at the same time. Mom got a bed to roll the boy into a room, we all followed.

"Can you three please go back to the waiting room?" She asked when we got into the room.

"Where are the nurses and the doctors? Where is everyone?" Ethan asked.

"It's a full house tonight. They're tending to other patients."She said. Danny's breathing continued to worsen.

"Okay, well, mom, how can we help?"Scott asked and I looked from him to the boy on the bed. He shook his head.

"Honey, you can't. His lung is collapsed. His heart is being pushed against his chest cavity, so..."

"He's gonna die, isn't he?" Scott asked. I knew it's what we were all thinking, at least the three teenagers.

"No." I said sticking my hand on his chest, wishing I hadn't taken the pain from that woman. He relaxed and I took my hand back after the veins reached my shoulder.

"No, he's not. Scott, you grab the tape. You grab those scissors and cut his shirt open. Okay." She said pointing me to the scissors. I grabbed them and did as i was told. Then my stomach dropped.

"Mom, he's not breathing." Scott and I said at the same time.

"I know, I know. Okay." Mom said before pulling out the biggest needle I have ever seen in my entire life and shoving it into the left side of his chest. After pulling it out and waiting in anticipation for what felt like hours but was only a few seconds his eyes opened and he thanked mom. Scott and I just stared at her for a second.

"No big deal." Then she realized we were staring and asked what it was about.

"That was awesome." We both ended up saying at the same time.

"It was no problem, you know? I mean, it wasn't a big deal." Mom said with an awkward smile. I then followed Scott and Ethan somewhere private to talk. Yeah, I saved his life but that doesn't trust the guy at all. And as we all know I have to protect Scott..

"I know you're not gonna believe me, but I didn't do anything. " Ethan said with his hands up. I was standing next to Scott with my arms at my chest.

"All I know is that the minute that you got here, you went right for Danny, and your brother went for Lydia." I said with an irritated voice. Scott glanced at me through the corner of his eye because him of all people knew just how bad the anger was getting.

"We're not gonna hurt him." Ethan said in a cautious voice. He was too uneasy for my liking, the confident teen alpha ego was gone.

"Why should we believe you?" Scott asked. I

"Because we knew one of them was gonna a be important to you, and now we know it's Lydia." Ethqn said but before either of us could reply our attention was tried to the oncoming car. It was swerving as if it were driven by a drunk driver.

Oh shit. I thought as the car slammed into a parked car. We all ran over. When Scott opened the door the was no one inside. Even worse than a drunk driver. I picked up a dead moht that was on the empty drivers seat.

"What is it?" Ethqn asked. I held up the moth. It didn't take long for several police cars to show up.

"Hang on, hang on. They were both in the car?" Sheriff Stilinski asked. I glanced at Stiles who had a hand on his forehead.

"No dad, they're trying to tell you hat it was two separate kidnappings okay? Two doctors both gone."Stiles said to his dad.

"So whose car is this?" The sheriff asked.

"Dr. Hillyard, the on-call doctor. The E.R. attending is the one that never made it in.

"Let me just focus on getting your story first all right?"

"Yeah"

"Kids, give us a second." Sheriff said. We walked a good ten feet away before speaking.

"These are definitely sacrifices right?" Scott asked.

"Yeah. It's the one Deaton mentioned: the healers."

"What about Danny? He threw up Mistletoe that's no a coincidence and if he hadn't been with Ethan, he probably would've died." I said.

"Danny isn't a healer." Stiles said. "I....can you hear that? " Scott and I paused.

"They found a body." We both said. After that we all went home.

The next morning found Scott, Isaac, and I sleeping in moms room.

"Really guys? Guys! What do you think you're doing?"

"Uh we were watching over you." Isaac said.

"We wanted to make sure you weren't the third sacrifice " I said, only if I had known just how wrong we were. But we would find out and soon. Dread embedded itself in my stomach and doubt filled my mind.

"But you were all asleep."

"You were on watch last." Scott said to Isaac.

"What are you talking about? Alex was on watch last" Isaac said and I shot him a glare.

"No, you were on watch last." Scott and I both said.

" I might've been on watch last."

"My heroes. Wait, didn't you say that they were all doctors? I mean, I haven't had an M.D. Recently attached to the end of my name, so I think I'm in the clear" mom said.

"Yeah, but it could just come under any kind of healer, mom, and you were definitely a healer last night." Was Scotts reply and he wasnt wrong.

"Yeah, well, I'm not gonna be anyone's human sacrifice today, so all three of you get your butts to school."

When we got to the school I was feeling more anxious than normal. Ms. Blake was subbing for Harris again so we saw her twice. We were in Hariss' class when Scott got a call.  The anxiety had a reason as Deaton had just been taken. Scott left not giving our teacher a chance to stop him Stiles called his father while I excused myself to the restroom. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest and my breathing was escalated. What if Scott can't find Deaton? When is the alpha pack going to go after Derek?

My thought process was disturbed when someone walked into the restroom. I lifted my feet and slowed my breathing. That is until I saw the bare feet and the disgusting claws.

"Come on Alex, come out now. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Do you even know how hard it is to get you alone? You are always with Scott and Stiles or your pedophile of a boyfriend. Sadly, that shouldn't be an issue anymore. Sadly for you, not for me of course. Come out now." Kali said and I opened the stall door with my head high and my heart threatening to jump out of my chest.

"You aren't going to lay one nasty ass claw on Derek." I said with anger and hatred blistering my words.  Kali laughed and I cringed at the noise.

"You're cute, but you are going to help us. Whether you want to or not. Derek is either going to die today or he is going to get a taste of what being a part of our pack really feels like."

"No." I said and I turned to run.

"So the hard way it is." She said and before I even realized the twins were standing behind her. I backed up as far as I could but she grabbed me by the throat and lifted me into the air. "I always liked doing things like this." I fought and I struggled, kicking her repeatedly in chest had no affect. I ended up kicking her in the soft spot in her ribs and her grip faltered. When I fell I crawled away gasping for breath.

"I'm sorry about this Alex." Ethan said and then there was an explosion of pain in the back of my head. I cried out before entering the world of unconsciousness. Even then I felt scared, my heart was racing and my stomach felt sick. When I slowly began to come back to reality, I kept my eyes shut in hopes they wouldn't notice.

"When we cut the power you and Ethan bring her up and use her as our leverage. By the time we leave he will either be dead or one of his betas will. Who ever dies its his choice. And look who is awake, just in time too." Damn...My heart racing must have given me away. I sat up and seen that we were in an ally by the loft.  "Ethan watch the failure of a guardian and we are going to go cut the power." When they left I struggled with the ropes around my hands, but they were soaked in wolfsbane, inevitably making it impossible to break them.

"Ethan, you don't have to do this." I said as fresh tears left my eyes. I felt so incredibly helpless, I couldn't do anything but hope I could push the right buttons.

"You don't understand Alex. Whatever Kali and Decualian say my brother and I have to do. It doesn't matter what happens, we owe them our lives." He said and I started shaking my head.

"What would Danny think of this? What do you think Danny would say if I told him you held me hostage and used me for leverage. How dare you say you care about him and then pull this bullshit. If you know Danny you know that he wouldn't be okay with this." Knowing I had pushed the right buttons but also knowing Ethan wouldn't budge  I gave up.

"Get her out of the car." Kali said through the window. "Bring her up with us but wait until I tell you, make sure Derek doesn't see her until I want him to. And don't think that just because she looks small that she can't do some stupid shit and mess this up, I want you to put this in her mouth so she can't yell for her boyfriend. Aiden, I want you to be the one to slit her throat in front of Derek." She said and with that she turned an walked away. Ethan's grip on my arm faltered while the other twin bruised my arm with his hold.

"You said we weren't going to kill her." He said as he stopped walking. So Danny's boyfriend did care.

"Oh don't be such a mush, shes a guardian, she will heal. It's just to give Derek that final push he needs to save his own life." And then I was hauled upstairs. The lights were obviously off and I could hear 3 beating hearts in the loft. Kali ripped the door open and I was forced to stay in the dark. The gag enabling me from making any noise.

"Gonna be honest, Derek. When Ennis died, I thought to myself I'd just go for it. Find you and kill you, wherever you stood. Then I remembered how you surround yourself with these teenagers, hiding behind them, and I thought, "what's a girl got to do to get you alone?"  with that the twins  dragged me into view, I was completely limp and I was terrified. How bad is it going to hurt when they cut my throat? How long is that going to take to heal? " You and me Derek, or they tear her apart. What do you say? You think you can beat me one on one?" Derek's heart had accelerated considerably. Isaac and Boyd backed off, the rag was ripped from my mouth and I got a hand, claws and all, around my throat.

"I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth." And then Derek was flying through the air with his claws out. He connected with her shoulder.  The fight left me in tears when her claws found their way into his stomach.

"Uhh! Derek!" Isaac yelled as the claws tightened around my throat.

"No!" I heard Derek yell before the pain shot through my body. The cuts were extremely deep, the bone itself was slashed.  Gargling on my own blood I fell to the ground. The twins let go and footsteps were heard running towards me

"Wait." I heard someone yell. I couldn't place the voice but I could hear the fighting continue. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I heard the sound of electricity and someone was holding me. They were holding my throat in place, helping the bones mend. They slowly and painfully did. I tried to breathe but still I couldn't. My windpipe was collapsed and the blood was drowning me. If I didn't heal soon I might die.

"Take him! I'm giving you till the next full moon, Derek. Make the smart choice. Join the pack... Or next time I'm killing all of you." I opened my eyes slowly to see Kali walking out. Derek was holding Boyd in his hands. The smell of blood evident. No.. I willed myself to heal. I prayed to whatever god there is that would listen to someone like me.

"It's okay. " I heard Boyd say. The feelings in the room were gut wrenching. Derek's guilt was like a hundred knives in my soul. I could feel his heart breaking and that numbing feeling of losing a pack mate. My bones healed but just barely.

"No, no. No, it's not. It's not." Derek said he was crying. Something the Big Bad Wolf never did.

"It's all okay, Derek." Boyd stuttered. I opened my eyes to see that Derek was still holding Boyd.

"I'm... l'm sorry."  Derek was in pain and I could help if I could just get there. If I could just..I pushed away from Isaac and crawled. My throat still healing I couldn't move very fast. Isaac didn't even try to stop me. He was still in shock. That feeling..the feeling of losing another pack mate...it's paralyzing.

"The full moon. That feeling... That was worth it. There's a lunar eclipse. I always wondered what... What that felt like for one of us. For one of us..." And then Boyd fell. I rushed over as fast as I could. My hearing not quite strong enough to pick up any heart beats. My strength was being pulled from my body like the blood still dripping from my throat. When I was close enough to touch him I knew it was too late. But still I tried.

Stiles, Cora and Lydia came in as Derek tried to pull me off.

"NO! THIS IS MY FAULT! Just let me try.." I begged and Derek's shaking hands let go. Cora was hugging his body and I was willing the purple veins. The pain was horrendous but I fought through it. I cried and screamed as the purple made its way up.. Just before I passed out and lost all strength Derek had his bloody hands around me and was rocking back and forth.

I had failed yet again. Another member of my pack..of my family was dead and I couldn't save him. I was still hurt pretty bad and the attempt at healing Boyd had pulled every ounce of strength my body had for healing out. Yet again I was unconscious in the bed of Derek Hale with IV's and this time a neck brace. I am Alex Blackridge a failure of a Guardian of the supernatural.

[swan1974-blog]

Swan and Sam

Swan Goes To His Bedroom To Sleep. (Dream Sequence) Swan Woke Up To See Willy And Quinn. But Today Felt Different. Today Felt Like He Was Wandering Into A Blank Room, Filled With Nothingness. He Didn't Know Why. 'Why' Was The Only Thing Bugging Him. But He Didn't Even Show Much Attention To That, Quite Frankly. It Felt Like All Of His Emotions Had Vanished, Just As Sam's Death Had. But This Time, They Didn't Feel Like Coming Back To See Swan. Willy And Quinn Continued Leading Swan Through The Factory. The Three Said Nothing To Each Other. Willy Or Quinn Sung No Songs Or Rhymes. Swan Didn't Even Notice. He Seemed To Blank Notice Anything. Even His Own Breathing Or Footsteps. Finally, After What Seemed Like Hours, At Least To Swan, They Arrived In A Room He Had Never Been In. There Was Nothing But Grey Walls And Grey Floors Of An Indescribable Martial. Swan Didn't Think It Was Candy, Like The Majority Of Rooms In The Factory. In The Middle Of The Room Was A Small White Bed, Surrounded By A Polished White Desk, On The Left Of The Bed. No One Else Was There. Except For A Figure Lying Under The Doona Cover. None Of Their Body Was Shown, Except For A Barely Peeking Blonde Hair. Willy And Quinn Left Swan Alone, Shutting The Door Behind Him. Swan With No Rush, No Desire, Made His Way To The Bed. Now As He Had A Closer Look, He Noticed Half A Picture On The Pillow. An Picture Of Sam. Suddenly, The Being Under The Cover Twitched, And Soft Breathing Could Be Heard. With Hardly Interested Eyes, Swan Glanced At Such Movement. His Hand Lay On The Doona Cover, Not Even Thinking Of His Movements, He Lifted It Off, Revealing A Barely Awake Samantha. The Girl's Face Was Pale As A Ghost's, And Hers Were Shut Tight. Her Chest Was Briefly Moving Up And Down, And Every Other Part Of Her Body Was Frozen Like Ice. Swan Felt A Lump In His Throat. The Blankness Was Still There. Was This The Reason Why? He Didn't Know. But For The First Time, He Felt Intrigued To Find The Answer. Sam's Voice, Not Even Close To A Whisper,Saying Daddy. Swan Gazed Down, Realizing The Unconscious Girl Had Awoken. Her Blue Eyes Gazed Up At His,Not Much Spirit Left Inside. But They Were Still So Familiar, So Comforting.. Not Even The Blankness Could Stop Swan Thinking Of A Memory Or Two. The Lump In His Throat Grew Bigger. Swan's Legs Shook As He Got Closer To Sam And With A Wail From His Throat, He Bursted Into Tears As He Looked Down Upon The Face Of Sam. He Asked, After A Few Moments Of Silence, His Voice Showing No Emotion And Saying Samantha? However, The Blankness Was Starting To Shift, Giving Him Unusual Feelings. He Was Used To Feeling Depressed. After All, The Majority Of His Life Had Been Worse Since His Mother Died. But This Was Different.. He Had Never Felt This Kind Of Sadness Before.. Sam Very Frail, Breathed Again And Says,I.. I Wanted You To Know.. She Paused, Stopping Completely, Her Voice Cracking And Her Breathing Coming To A Close. Swan's Heart Pumped. He Thought No! It Couldn't Be Now! She Hadn't Finished! No.. That Feeling Inside Wasn't Nothingness.. It Was Depression.. That Would Stick With Him Forever. Not The One He Was Used To. An Everlasting Depression. Just Like With The Picture . Swan Fell To His Knees, Bowing His Head. His Stomach Felt As Heavy As An Anchor. Swan Says,It Couldn't Be True! Could It? He Didn't Know What To Do, What To Say... Or Maybe He Did. He Wanted To Thank Samantha Again And Again For Everything. For Changing His Life. For Being Supportive. For Being His Loving Daughter. He Thought Now He Couldn't. He Felt A Single Tear Drip Down His Cheek, But He Knew There Would Be More To Come. Then, He Heard One More Frail, Almost Inaudible Whisper From Her,Thank You. Everything You Touch Surly Dies But Not Me... Swan Cried At Her Words. Swan Says,You Said Everything I Touch Dies, But, But Not You! Why?!?!? Sam Said Something That Made Swan Cry,You Can't Kill Someone That Is Already Dead. What Hurts You Sometimes Can Be The Thing That Loves You The Most And Will Die... Daddy, If I Could Have Prevented My Death I Would Have But I Am Not Immortal. Sam Smilies At Swan. Swan Felt A Tight Feeling In Him. Swan Cried More Than He Felt Before. Swan Kissed Sam And They Hug For The Last Time, They Both Say,Goodbye. Sam Yelled With Sobbing,Daddy Don't Leave Me Stay Daddy Stay Please!!!!!!! Swan Sadly Says With Sobs,I Won't. I Am Here, I Would Not Let A Soul On Earth Separate Myself From You. Swan Embraced Her Until She "Passes" Away In His Arms. Swan Held Her For A Few Minutes Then Carefully Laid Her Down On The Table. Swan Felt Remorse And Grief. Swan Now Hears Passenger Let Her Go In The Background The Verses Were Well You Only Need The Light When It's Burning Low Only Miss The Sun When It Starts To Snow Only Know You Love Her When You Let Her Go Only Know You've Been High When You're Feeling Low Only Hate The Road When You're Missing Home Only Know You Love Her When You Let Her Go And You Let Her Go Staring At The Bottom Of Your Glass Hoping One Day You'll Make A Dream Last But Dreams Come Slow And They Go So Fast You See Her When You Close Your Eyes Maybe One Day You'll Understand Why Everything You Touch Surely Dies But You Only Need The Light When It's Burning Low Only Miss The Sun When It Starts To Snow Only Know You Love Her When You Let Her Go Only Know You've Been High When You're Feeling Low Only Hate The Road When You're Missing Home Only Know You Love Her When You Let Her Go Staring At The Ceiling In The Dark Same Old Empty Feeling In Your Heart Cause Love Comes Slow And It Goes So Fast Well You See Her When You Fall Asleep But Never To Touch And Never To Keep Cause You Loved Her Too Much And You Dived Too Deep Swan Felt The Lyrics Were So, So True. Well You Only Need The Light When It's Burning Low Only Miss The Sun When It Starts To Snow Only Know You Love Her When You Let Her Go Only Know You've Been High When You're Feeling Low Only Hate The Road When You're Missing Home Only Know You Love Her When You Let Her Go And You Let Her Go And You Let Her Go Well You Let Her Go Cause You Only Need The Light When It's Burning Low Only Miss The Sun When It Starts To Snow Only Know You Love Her When You Let Her Go Only Know You've Been High When You're Feeling Low Only Hate The Road When You're Missing Home Only Know You Love Her When You Let Her Go Cause You Only Need The Light When It's Burning Low Only Miss The Sun When It Starts To Snow Only Know You Love Her When You Let Her Go Only Know You've Been High When You're Feeling Low Only Hate The Road When You're Missing Home Only Know You Love Her When You Let Her Go And You Let Her Go He Chose This Song Because As The Saying Goes You Never Know What You Got Until Its Gone. Swan Smilies At Sam With A Half Broken Smilie With Tears Streaming In His Face,Swan Sighed. He Knew He Had To Respect Sam's Wishes Though And Swan Would In Time, He Would Be Alive With Magic Again And Her Memory Would Live On Forever In Him. Swan Knew This Was Where She Belonged, When He Gets Work Again At The Factory After This Dream, He Would Let Sam Stay In The Candy Garden To Rest Because That After All Is Where Sam Had Taught Him The Most Important Thing That 'Pure Imagination' Was The Most Important Thing To Have. Swan Says To Himself,Oh, Dear Sam... My Mind Racing In Confusion, So Scares To Speak A Word, My Mouth Starts To Move, But A Word Was Unheard, My Heart Racing So Fast, Love Comes To Mind, Tears In My Heart, That Couldn't Begin To Speak The Pain, But Every Time I See You, I Remember That Sweet Kiss You Put Upon My Face, A Love That Never Begins To Fade Away, Cause My Heart Calls Out Your Name, Repeating The Pain I Caused You Everyday, But My Desire Is To Love You To Death Do Us Part, But That Same Question Still Remains In My Heart, Even Though You Are Gone I Cant Let You Go, I Have So Many Things I Want You To Know, I'm Not Trying To Hide Myself In Tears, But I Only Had A Few Years, I'm Sorry I Didn't Show You My Love Enough, But I'm Not Ready To Travel Or Give Up, I Need You By My Side, So You Can Be Mine, I Want You To Grow Old Along With Me, The Best Is Yet To Be, So Bless The Memories Within Your Heart, So Please Don't Forget About Them And Tear Them Apart, I'm Sorry I Hurt You Or I Know Now I Don't Know What I Did Wrong, But Please Help Me Talk To You I Need You So Will You Give Me Your Hand, And Help Me Through This Too, I Know You Are Still Hurt About Not Seeing Me Or Not And I'm Sorry For That Too, Maybe One Day You'll Realize Its True When I Come For You Its Coming... Coming From My Heart To You. Swan Smilies At The Mirror And Smashed It With A Crazed Grin. Swan Yelled In Emotional Anger,Aaaarrrrgh!!!!! You Broke My Heart. You Left Me To Die, But I Still Love You. I Always Will. You Saved Me From Myself. When I Was Falling Fast. For That Owe You. For That I Love You. That Was When I Fell For You. That Was When You Took My Heart And Left Me, But Not Before You Cut Me Into Pieces, And Took It All With You, Only Returning To Take Some More. So What Now Who Will Save Me Now That I'm Here, Crying Over You No One. No One Will Save Me. Why Should They Save Me From You? I Love You. I Will Until I Die, Till You Finally Don't Come Back Finally Leave For The Last Time Till I Can No Longer Bare The Cold Of Your Love But Even Then... I'll Still Love You. I Am Not Mad At You But Myself. I Know Who I Have Become And Ashamed! The Only Time You Broke My Heart Was The Terrible Day You Died! Swan Calmed Down. Swan Walked Away In Silence And Closed The Door Behind Him. Before He Closed The Door, He Sees Her Eyes Open A Little And Sam Turned To Swan Smiling Weakly To Him Now. Sam Says To Swan With A Frail Sad Voice, You Know That I Love You So I Love You Enough To Let You Go I Want You To Know That It Doesn't Matter Where We Take This Road Someone's Gotta Go And I Want You To Know You Couldn't Have Loved Me Better But I Want You To Move On So I'm Already Gone But Live In You... Right In There...Your Heart... Swan Cried At Her Words And Swan Now Sees Darkness. He Woke Up In Sadness While Looking At Sam's Picture On The Wall.