#miz-chase

[renee561]

46 or 11 for the settings prompt for Booth & Brennan plzzz - miz

@miz-chase

46 or 11 was classroom setting or back of a cab (I believe) it's been a hot minute.

So, this actually starts off Skirt Our Line, and it's still a rough draft, so the whole vibe is a little off but a little sneaky sneaky for you

She kept her eyes forward, her focus on the end of her lecture, her posture as relaxed as she could make it.

She recognized one of the agents standing in her lecture hall and she didn’t like it.

Not at all.

She dismissed her students and watched the two approach as she tucked her papers back into her messenger bag, avoiding eye contact as best she could.

“Dr. Brennan, you’re a difficult woman to find,” the blonde woman said, but Temperance's eyes moved from her task to where the man—who looked uncomfortable—stood with his hands on his hips, his Cocky belt buckle peeking from below his FBI suit jacket.

Good. This was an unfortunate and uncomfortable situation. At least he felt just as uncomfortable.

“I don’t intend to aide in an investigation that Agent Booth is leading. I made that clear the last time the FBI approached me with their request. My answer has not changed in the six months since.”

She knew the line, he should too It was after all his line

She was good at compartmentalizing, he was not.

She even went as far as taking a dig out of the country to make sure she remembered.

The blonde woman looked at him, and his casual shrug at the other agent at his side made Temperance irritated.

He was too calm about this.

“I’m Special Agent Payton Perotta, I’ll be taking the lead if you agree to help us with the set of remains that were found, Dr. Brennan. The Deputy Director knows about your unwillingness to work with Agent Booth on investigation matters. You come highly recommended by the New York Coroner and the US District Attorney and a few other sources. He wants to make sure that they aren't blowing wind up his sail.”

She didn’t know what that meant by that turn of phrase at the end, but she understood the first part.

“So you’re going to be taken the credit for the end result?” She asked bluntly.

She looked at him and he smiled at her, his charming one.

She wanted to punch it off his face.

She didn’t want to be working with subpar agents. He knew this.

The woman had the foresight to look as upset at her blunt question as Temperance was about someone else taking credit for a case that was originally someone else's.

Originally Booth’s.

He shouldn't need to get this other agent involved. If he just—

“Shared credit, Bones, but since you won’t work with me, Agent Perotta was asked to be brought in because the remains aren’t recognizable, too decomposed, and you're the best.” It was a quiet admission, and she knew it cost him.

She looked at him with a raised brow.

Did they know why I wouldn't?

He barely moved his head in the negative.

She had a hard time understanding most cues, but not from Booth. She relaxed more than she was pretending to be since she saw them at the end of her hall.

Good at least that was still the case.

His ludicrious line wasn't going to be crossed.

“Deputy Director Cullen didn’t say, nor has Agent Booth why you won’t work with him. Would you care to explain why?”

She looked at the blond agent and pursed her lips, “No. I’ll help the FBI with this case. Have the body and evidence sent to the Jeffersonian, Agent Perotta. Agent Booth, don’t you have anything else to do?”

She needed him to leave if she was going to do this.

He smiled tightly before he left.

“What did Booth do to piss you off, Doctor? Give you a nickname?”

“He is the typical alpha-male and I do not work for alpha-males. The nickname is the least of the reasons that I won’t work with him, but it is one of them.”

She didn’t do nicknames. Yet he insisted on using that nickname anyway.

The agent nodded and Brennan couldn’t believe she was doing this, she didn’t want to do this but she knew it would eventually happen.

Everything eventually happened or so she was reminded…repeatedly. Especially considering who recommended her.

She did owe Caroline a favor, this was going to go a long way with the puckish attorney.

[mizmatched]

spoilers for pjo ep 8

so somethings that i really liked about this ep in no particular order are

luke ASKING percy to join him. in the books he goes straight to murder, i double checked, in the show he actually asks percy!!! and we get percy's moral questioning, debating between the major faults hes seen with the gods to the recent interaction he had with his dad. percy asks himself who he is loyal to, his father or luke. and if lukes shoes hadn't been so murderous, or if percy's father had been a little less kind percy would have taken luke's side. but he chose his father. and we got to actually see this split second decision and the events that led up to it.

annabeth SEEING the betrayal. this was HEART WRENCHING. this addition might take away from annabeths internal debate about her trust of luke in the next few seasons, because she gets to see in person luke's attempt to kill percy. she ONLY revealed herself to save percy, and while i really think annabeth would have attempted to bargain with luke first, the reveal shows how she was probably waiting with baited breath to see if luke was actually going to betray them. she was probably even convinced by luke's speech until he threatened percy.

percy apologizing for hurting luke, this was the most in character thing for tlt!percy. he was truly heart broken by lukes betrayal. he looked up to luke so much, and although he was willing to fight, he was NEVER trying to hurt. he cared so much. his apologies broke my heart. he was still so loyal to luke despite everything. lukes violence and rage felt all the more terrifying after percy apologized. the juxtaposition of percy apologizing and luke going for the kill made percy really feel like a 12 year old kid. i also, while ill miss the scorpion, really like the decision to have luke try to kill percy, as it seems more personal.

ANNABETH GIVING PERCY THE NECKLACE. no other comments. just cold hearted, prideful, annabeth from ep 1 becoming trusting, caring annabeth from ep 8 whose terrified to see her only real friend of her own making go.

[cryptidofthekeys]

JHFGKDLKJFHGDFLS JOHNNY YOU LIL SHIT

y e s  scare the shit out of this man

[miz-chase]

In the mood for Hole in the Heart clothes snugglings to go with my Hole in the Heart fic

[galwithalibrarycard]

@miz-chase Because you sent me the ask about my formative mermaid media, I immediately started thinking about mermaid!Brennan. In a lot of ways, it fits. She’s a fish out of water in a world that’s not made for her, and an anthropologist who’d be fascinated to study the human world. She even has a complex relationship with her very intimidating father.

You could also get some interesting mileage out of Booth being the suit sent to find and capture a real mermaid for the government, and having to choose between his job and protecting Brennan as he falls in love with her. He can go against a corrupt boss when he wants to (see Kirby). Splash AU, anyone?!

[whydontyousaeso]

“Dashing”

Dashing era Cody Rhodes x reader

Warnings- swearing

Type- Enemies to lovers

A/n- haha so guess what the wheel chose(I screamed when it landed on Cody). Tbh I’ve been obsessed with his dashing era recently so this was perfect for me. Next will be tattooed in your brain pt 5! So be on the lookout for that!

Tag list: @alyyaanna @queencherryberry @codyswhitebelt @lizzyd1ish @southerngirl41

“Hey y/n, you’re gonna be in a mixed tag team match against Brie Bella and Daniel Bryan”

“Okay, with who?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, you’ve got an hour before the match”

And with that the producer walked away.

You sighed, frustrated with the lack of answers.

It could literally be anyone, the miz, Randy orton, hell— even Batista.

You normally didn’t like mixed tag team matches, but you couldn’t stop what the people booked for you.

“There you are, I was wondering if you were purposely running away from me.”

Fuck.

You turned to see Mr “Dashing” Cody Rhodes standing there.

How pleasant.

“A little birdie told me that we were working together for the match tonight.”

“Well that same little birdie forgot to tell you to fuck off.”

“Hey hey, no need to be so hostile. We’re both in the same boat here.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your bag with your ring gear in it.

“I’m gonna go get ready. Don’t bother me until the match Rhodes.”

“Trust me, if there’s anyone I listen to it’s gonna be you baby doll.”

You huffed as you finished your hair, seeing the hour turn into fifteen minutes.

You were really dreading this.

“What’s wrong Y/n?”

You looked over at AJ

“I have to do a match with Cody”

“Wait seriously?”

“Yes and he’s a prick! He just cares about how he looks”

“But he looks good y/n! Come on you can’t be atleast a little attracted to him!”

You rolled your eyes.

Every diva was obsessed with him.

You didn’t see the appeal.

“Come on, he seriously looks good!”

You shook your head.

“I just want this match to be I’ve already.”

You came out first, making your way to the ring while Cody did his entrance.

You watched him, and in reality he did look good today, but you still hated his guts.

As he made his way onto the apron he winked at you, causing you to scoff.

Unfortunately you had to act like you liked him.

You turned your attention to the other two making their entrance.

They had just started dating recently, so of course they had to feed the crowd with lovey stuff.

You watched Bryan twirl her around and dip her, kissing her on her lips.

“Hey, you think that could be us?”

You turned to see Cody looking at you and smirking.

“Are you seriously trying to get laid while our match is about to start?”

He just shrugged with that shit eating grin.

“You’re unbelievable Cody.”

“Here is your winners, Dashing Cody Rhodes and Y/n!”

You stood up after pinning Brie, a smirk on your face.

Cody slid into the ring and reached out, but you turned away quickly.

“Come on y/n, I’m not that bad really.”

You shook your head and held up your hand with the ref, quickly getting out afterwards.

You saw him follow you, chasing quickly.

He wasn’t gonna let up any time soon.

You tried to make your way backstage as soon as possible, but it was like he just kept following you.

When you finally did make it you turned towards him, upset.

“I’ve done told you no, what do you not understand Rhodes?”

You grabbed your things quickly and started making your way out, hearing him chase after you.

“I know that you’re also extremely stubborn. I don’t chase after women surprisingly.”

“Then what are you doing now?”

“Okay I am chasing after you now but it’s because I’m genuinely attracted to you y/n.”

You shook your head and turned around, facing him and his smirk.

“What will make you leave me alone.”

“Let me take you on a date now. It doesn’t have to be long but please.”

You looked at his facial expressions, despite that shit eating grin you could tell he was desperate.

“Fine. I’ll be ready in thirty minutes.”

You met Cody outside, he was gonna be the one driving you.

“Ready pretty lady?”

“Let’s get this over with.”

He took your bags from you and helped you get in the car.

Atleast he was a gentleman.

The car ride was mostly silent, he would ask a question or two and you would give a single word answer.

When you guys got to the restaurant, it seemed to change.

It was like he dropped the fuck boy persona and was just a normal guy.

“What’s with this?”

“What do you mean?”

“You just drop the persona to woo someone?”

“You know how it is, if I’m not that I’m no one there y/n.”

You shrugged.

“I get that, but seriously you choose that?”

“It was the best I could come up with.”

“I don’t believe that.”

You felt the hate you had slowly slip away.

Damn him.

“I could say the same thing about you.”

“It’s only because of the attitude you had. I didn’t like it.”

He chuckled and crossed his arms.

“I’ve got a chance now?”

“Thin ice”

“That’s better than in the river drowning.”

“You taking me home after this?”

“I can do more then that”

“Don’t push it Rhodes”

“I had to take my shot somewhere”

You shook your head and chuckled, watching the waiter as your food came out.

He wasn’t bad at all.

As he helped you out of the car at your house you gave him a small smile.

“Thanks for dinner Cody.”

“It’s nothing, sorry I annoyed the shit out of you at the show.”

You laughed.

“I think it’s okay now.”

You smiled bigger snd pulled him closer to you, pulling him down slightly and kissing him on his lips.

Surprisingly his lips were soft on yours, and he knew what he was doing.

He didn’t grab your waist, but instead held your face gently with one hand and your hand in the other.

You pulled back and kissed his cheek.

“We’re gonna have to do this again Cody, you gotta let me know though.”

He smiled from ear to ear, letting you walk to your door.

“I most definitely will.”

[ganondoodle]

had another thought (oh dear) about sage abilities, specifically koga

i think the yiga teleport while cool, could lead to alot of problems with puzzles and render other things useless; so i thought, what if he gives you the ability to summon a bunch of koga clones? its like what miz kyoshia does so it serves as yet another connection to the ancient shiekah ways and the yiga, its something unique to koga (he does it in his bossfight in the rewrite), still kinda fits the shadow theme and, most importantly, fills the role of the sages in canon totk in my rewrite you dont have them glitching all around you at all times but summon their ability through the wheel selection thingy and aim it directly (no more chasing after sages and no annoying woop sage got knocked over while charging and you gotta start it again LOOKING AT YOU RIJU) and while you have zelda as a permanent companion and in the sage dungeon the according sage, thats still only two, so the clones would be useful as a distraction for enemies and serve as extra combat support for however long they last

it would also be a bit more spectacular which fits koga well imo

(still unsure about what to do about the spirit sage but im gonna draw a test ability wheel and sort out the other stuff and see whats doable; i really wanna give zelda the light laser too bc hell yeah go girl do some DAMAGE)

[cleolinda]

"Strength (Bell Donner Gives Her Word)"

I posted this short story on LJ back in 2007, and I said I'd repost it here for Halloween. I did an audio reading 15 (!) years ago that I'd like to redo in better quality in the near future; I'm also curious to see what it would sound like now that I'm the age I imagined the main character to be. This version is lightly revised, but the story is mostly the same.

That fall a number of people in Chesterville were mauled to death by some kind of wild dog or coyote—the kind that apparently wasn’t too afraid to go right up to people as they took out their trash at night, or let their own tame, domestic dog out not too long after dawn. But it was a small town out in the sticks, verging on farm territory: quiet. Not like a wild animal was marauding up and down Times Square or anything. Not like it was in plain view. So people just started being more careful—not venturing out alone until midday, or not venturing out at all without a loaded shotgun—and things were all right for a while. Then, in late October, the animal came back, and this time, someone survived.

An old lady by the name of Edna Mayhew—well, yes, she lost her arm from the elbow down, but she came out of it a damn sight better than any of those who’d come before her. And she said that it was a wolf, definitely a wolf, but it had come at her on two legs, and when she had smacked it in the face with a veiny little fist, it had held her down with two arms and bitten her forearm clean off. The only thing that saved her, she declared, was her neighbor Bill “Thursday” Thurston, who had heard her screaming and come out with both barrels blazing. He claimed that the thing he saw ran away on four legs, but that it was, in fact, Goddamn Huge. This was about the time that that new photo of Bigfoot lumbering around on all fours came out, which several professors and scientists swore up and down was just a bear with mange. Eddie at the Red Brick printed out the picture and taped it up by the bar, and the next time Thursday came in for a beer, he said, yeah, the thing he chased off Miz Mayhew kinda looked like that. Maybe it was a wolf with mange. Mange was a terrible thing, after all. He’d managed to hit it with at least one shot, though, so he didn’t think it’d trouble people too much after that.

So, going into November, that was where things stood. Whatever it was, it had mange, and it had probably gone off and died quiet somewhere. Bell Donner wasn’t terribly worried about it when she went outside one morning to get more wood for her kiln. She threw artisan pottery out on a little farm a few miles to the west of Chesterville anyway; every week or so, she’d go into town for groceries, mail out her online orders, maybe stop at the Brick for a burger and a drink, and hear what was to be heard. She had little to tell about herself, but folks like to tell their stories, and she knew Miz Mayhew from the post office. She learned that people were keeping their guns out, their doors locked, and their pets inside; she heard the recitation of tales. But whatever the thing that Bill Thurston shot had been, it and its mange were not likely to bother Bell. Or so she thought, until that morning when she was piling kindling into the crook of her arm, looked up, and saw it standing at the edge of the yard.

It didn’t have a human face, but it was standing—on two long, lanky legs that curved back into hocks like a dog’s. One—arm?—was held close to its belly. Probably protecting wherever Thursday shot it, thought Bell, her brains feeling thick and logy. That was the best reaction she could dredge up: Yeah, six-foot man-shaped wolf thing hunched over in my yard, probably not feeling too good right now. It didn’t have a human face, but it did have a very human expression—desperate, she thought, and cranky. Maybe resentful, even. And hungry.

Bell put down her armful of kindling and picked the axe back up.

The thing staggered forward a step or two. It was still a good twenty feet away.

“Go on, now,” she said. “Get. Ain’t nothin’ here you want.”

The thing gazed at her, its eyes watching the axe; it almost seemed to—calculate? She’d seen it, after all, and it was hungry. A human murderer wouldn’t have let her live, and this wasn’t even human.

Bell hardened her voice and rode over a quaver like it was a speedbump: “Go on now. I won’t tell nobody if you just go.” It was on the tip of her tongue to offer it some food—she had a pot roast from the other night, and she was still knee-deep in leftovers—and then she thought, You dumbass, you feed it once and you’ll never get rid of it. “G’on now,” she said, her hands tight on the axe handle. “Just get. You got my word. I won’t tell nobody.”

It was still standing there, reckoning. And then it stepped back, making a tactical withdrawal into the brush at the back of the yard. She saw it drop back down on four legs and lope away awkwardly towards the thicket out behind the farm, a scrubby bit of forest that led into some of the foothills. Probably some good caves in there, she thought. The wolf-thing wasn’t the only one out there who could calculate. And when the attacks started in Chesterville again, and then moved a bit north—northeast of Bell’s farm, and then back down to Chesterville, and then southeast of her farm, and then back to town again—she knew it was being careful. It knows better than to shit where it eats, she thought to herself. Or eat where it slept, more precisely, but the saying held the same. There were some people at the sheriff’s office who probably would have given a lot to know about a thicket in the foothills west of Chesterville, particularly since Edna Mayhew was still the only survivor. But Bell Donner had given her word; she valued her word almost as much as she valued her life, and they were pretty much the same thing in this case, she decided. After all, it’s one thing to know where something lives. It’s another when something knows where you live, and a deal was a deal where Bell Donner came from.

[neurodiversebones]

Trans booth is my real agenda, being so fixated on masc presentation to the point of literally wearing a cocky belt buckle, self-conscious about lack of body hair, very attentive any potentially non-masc behaviors to the point of things like “guy-hug”

Young Seeley Booth, just wanting to be strong and brave like his father the soldier. Young Seeley Booth, attentive at the barber shop, cutting his own hair to prove to his dad he was ready to do more than sweep haircuttings. Young Seeley Booth, hiding with his Aunt Ruth when his father gets violent after seeing Seeley buzzed away his long hair. Young Seeley Booth, bulking up to protect his mom and baby brother, doing everything he can to seem Tough and Strong. Regulation standards in the military and then the FBI giving him a uniform to hide behind, the Gender Rules clear and ordered.

Brennan, in their first case, giving him encouragement to step outside of this hyper-masc wall he’s built around himself, let in the silly ties and socks. To soften up, stop being openly hostile to anything which doesn’t fit the norm he aggressively tries to adhere to. Realize he’s fought so hard to make himself fit in with Correct Masculinity that he doesn’t even know what to do when faced with Hodgins, Zach, and Sweets. He tries to ‘help’ Zach by encouraging him to ‘man up’ and realizes all he’s done is hurt Zach and hurt Brennan.

Trans booth tho 🥺 -miz-chase

THIS IS SUCH AN OLD ASK BUT I THINK THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE SEEN IT AND ? 💗💗 YES THIS IS SO GOOD AND SO COOL

[dirtyrobber70]

One of the myriad ways I feel cheated by the Rizzoli and Isles writers is this: Jane was bonkers happy about Maura's bday gift of a session at racing school and we never got to see it. The idea of Jane behind the wheel of a race car in a Nomex jumpsuit and Maura presenting her with a trophy or certificate , or a kiss on the cheek (?) for her participation is definitely in permanent rotation in my Rizzles brain. Any artists out there *cough @miz-chase *cough* @batteryacidbarb - toyed with this idea? Just a thought if you ever run out of inspiration! 😁

[renee561]

What are your rare-pairs?? -miz

Ah @miz-chase , my friend my friend there are many of them. But I shall tell you the few that plague me:

OUAT:

RedCricket

Sleepingwarrior

Cursed!Gold/Mary Margret

Granny/Gepetto/Gepetto's wife (OC)

Granny/Gepetto's wife (OC)

Alan Rickman Movies:

Karen (Loathe Actually) Trevor/Sinclair Bryant (Bleach my Eyes)

Jane Austen:

Edward Ferrars/Mary Bennet

Mary Bennet/Georgina Darcy

Margret Dashwood/Alice Kingslish (Alice in Wonderland 2010)

Marianne Dashwood/Self-respect

Bones:

Agent Perotta/Camille Saroyan

Agent Perotta/Rebecca (Yes Booth's ex)

Gordon Wyatt/Donald "Ducky" Mallard

Rebecca/ Jack Hodgins

[rvyalfamily]

╰► starter for the miz

@urmizerable

cody and the miz never really seen eye to eye with one another. whether that was because of conflicting egos or chasing some title, he’d never be able to muster up a clear answer. the two just seemed to have a weird distain towards one another. not only that, but miz tv. god, this was cody’s idea of a nightmare which was ironic. just seemed to be filled with trash talk and egos that were bursting out of the roof. now that he was back,  he had to show some sense of respect and go fourth — even if he didn’t think that it was a good idea .

cody sat there quietly with a small smile on his face, avoiding the gaze of the other man who was sitting a few inches away from him, stupid ‘m’ mic in his hand. so special that he couldn’t use the same ones as everyone else .

[wrestlersownmyheart]

“Chances Are” Ch. 4 (Book 2 In the “Chances” Series) Finn Bálor X OC

Pairing: Finn Bálor  X Female OC Summary:

After a traumatic childhood and a murder attempt that left her with a heart condition, Miracle Seanoa wants nothing more than to find some peace and fulfillment in her life.  Working as a writer for WWE, she's shocked when Stephanie McMahon takes a gamble on her skills and assigns her to a new RAW roster member.  None other than Finn Bálor—the man who'd long ago saved her life and captured her heart.

Finn Bálor left his career as a police officer behind in order to chase his true dream of becoming a professional wrestler.  Working incredibly hard within NXT, he soon finds himself drafted to Monday Night RAW. He's shocked to see Miracle again, but even more shocked is he to see what a stunning woman she's become.   

However, someone else has had his eye on Miracle for a long while.  With his infatuation turning to a deep, dark obsession, he's not going to give up on her easily.  Finn will have to resort to his past skills as a cop, to protect the woman he loves.   Because if her weakening heart doesn't kill her, her stalker just might...

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings:  Violence within a nightmare

Chapter 4

Finn hurried down the hallway, eyeing the dressing room doors as he  passed each one. His teeth were clenched, etching his face with  determination. He would not be deterred from his current mission.

The next door he came to boasted the name he'd searched for.

"D'a  Miz," he scoffed under his breath. "What kinda name is d'at?"  His accent grew thicker as his anger escalated. He knocked on the door  and adjusted his stance so he could get in a quick punch to Mike's face.

Only the door didn't open.

"If  you're looking for Mike, he should be coming back anytime," a referee  told him as he passed by the Irishman. "He just finished a match."

Finn  nodded at the ref in acknowledgment, too focused on the beat down he  was eager to give to do anything else. Suddenly, he heard Mike's music  blast on, and he decided to meet him near gorilla. Just as he reached  the little nook, Mike came sauntering through with Maryse not far behind  him. A cocky grin spread across his face as he neared Finn. Making  sure Maryse was out of harm's way first, Finn held his hand out to Mike  and smiled.

"Hi. I'm Finn Bálor. I was just drafted t' RAW t'night."

Slightly  scoffing, but humoring the newcomer, Mike took hold of Finn's hand and  gave it a quick shake. "I'm Mike. This is my wife, Maryse-"

That  was as far as he got as Finn's fist collided with his face in a right  hook, followed instantly by a left hook. Mike staggered into the wall  from the force of the blows, and slid down to the floor.

"Oh mon Dieu! Qu'est-ce que tu fais," Maryse shrieked frantically in her native tongue. "What do you think you're doing?"

Finn ignored her and stared intently into Mike's eyes. "Do ya know who's daughter Miracle Seanoa is, lad?"

Mike was clearly seething as he stood to his feet. "I should have you fired before you even get to-"

"Answer  me, or ye'll get more 'o my fists, Mikey," Finn snapped, interrupting  his temper tantrum. "Do. Ya. Know. Who. Miracle's. Da. Is?"

Maryse visibly paled as she realized where Finn's question was leading.

"Yes," Mike finally answered. "Joe Seanoa."

Finn  smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I imagine he could hurt ya a  lot more d'an I could. And d'at's sayin' somet'ing, lad, because right  now I want not'ing more d'an t' kick y'r wee li'l balls up int' y'r  t'roat." Mike started to reply a sharp retort when Finn punched him once  more, in the mouth this time. "Shut up, an' listen, Mikey," he growled.  "From now on, ye'll have not'ing t' do wit' Miracle. Not'ing. Do ya understand?"

"Fine," Mike responded, glaring darts through Finn with his eyes.

"She has a heart condition, and she had a spell wit' it t'anks t' d'a very last minute coffee stop ya made 'er do. Next time, get y’r own coffee. 'M I understood?"

Maryse  spouted something off in French again and pointed her finger at him.  "Anybody can walk a couple of blocks! If she can't handle something so  simple as that-"

"Yeah, it's called cardio," Mike sneered. "Maybe  if she'd have taken care of her body, she wouldn't have a problem with  her heart-"

Finn gave no warning as he tackled Mike to the floor  and proceeded to pummel his face with punch after punch. Only vaguely  aware of Maryse's outcries, he rose up and stomped Mike in the stomach  for good measure. "She was poisoned by a psychopat' when she was just a  child. D'a poison induced a heart attack. If t'weren't for  d'at, she'd be leadin' a completely normal life. Speak about her d'at  way again, and I WILL kick y'r balls up int' y'r t'roat." He straightened  his leather jacket and looked over at Maryse. "Ya have ten minutes t'  get y'r husband out 'o here, before I go let Joe know what he did t'  Miracle. And I would get him out 'o here. What Joe'll do t' him  will probably make what I did pale in comparison." He turned and walked  away then, intent on finding Joe.

Maryse scrambled to help Mike to his feet.

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"Really,  I'm so glad you're here, brother," AJ Styles smiled and clapped Joe on  the back. "You should have been here a long time ago in all honesty."

The  two had bumped into each other in the halls and took their conversation  to AJ's dressing room. They both sat on the small sofa that lined one of  the room's walls.

"Well, I'm just thrilled to have finally made  it," Joe replied. "I'm happy for you too. I feel like we all worked so  hard over at TNA only for Dixie to run the company into the ground-"

A knock sounded at the door and AJ called out, "Come on in."

Renee  Young stuck her head in the door then. "Oh, good. You're here, Joe."  Her forehead creased with concern. "Listen, you should probably get back  to the trainer's office," she said softly.

"What's happened," Joe asked, immediately on his feet. His face paled visibly. "Miracle?"

She  nodded slightly. "She had a spell with her heart. Finn Bálor took her  to the-" Her words were halted as Joe and AJ quickly moved to brush past  her.

"Her bag," Renee said softly, handing Miracle's handbag over  to AJ as they charged by her. Then they were running down the hallway,  headed for the trainer's office.

A couple minutes later, they  reached the door and looked into the office. Miracle lay on a cot, sound  asleep on her back; an oxygen mask on her face. Her breaths appeared to  be deep and even.

"She seems to be okay now," AJ whispered, relief evident in his voice. "Otherwise, I doubt Gerald would have left her alone."

Joe  nodded, some color returning to his face. "Every time she has one of  these spells… I kill myself wondering if… If she'll survive it."

AJ put his hand on Joe's shoulder. "She's stronger than she looks, Joe. She'd hate for you to think of her that way."

Joe  nodded again, "I know. But she's my little girl. I'll always worry  about her." His jaw clenched. "Sometimes, I envy Ella. She's the one who  got to kill the sicko that did this to her. But I guess it went down  the way it was supposed to. Ella deserved to be the one to kill him—what  he put her through."

Finn appeared around the corner and jogged  up to Joe and AJ. "D'ere ya are," he greeted. "I've been looking all  over for ya. Sorry-"

"Is she okay now," Joe asked him in a whisper, motioning toward Miracle.

Finn  nodded, "Yeah, I t'ink so. She had some sort o' spell—fainted for a few  minutes. I rushed her back here. D'a trainer gave her some oxygen and  then some of her meds and she seemed to feel better—just sleepy."

"Thank God," Joe sighed. He looked over at Finn as he leaned his back against the cinder block wall. "Thanks, brother."

"No  problem," Finn replied softly. He looked over at her and then back at  Joe and AJ. "I'm riding to the hotel with AJ. Miracle can ride wit' us,  and I can stay wit' her t'night if ya want—make sure she stays okay." He  rubbed the back of his neck. "I can call ya if she has any problems."

Joe eyed Finn a moment and then finally nodded. "I'd appreciate that. Let me just say goodnight to her."

Finn reached out and grabbed his arm then. "Ya may want t' pay Mike Mizannin a little visit when ya get t'rough."

Joe's black eyes narrowed, and he was instantly on alert. "Why?"

"He  may have aided in Miracle's spell wit' her heart. Right before the show  started, he made her walk a total of four blocks t' get him and Maryse a  coffee. The second she got back she had t' start on interviews." He saw  the fury brewing in Joe's eyes and added, "I already paid him a wee  visit. But I t'ought you'd like to also."

Joe nodded immediately.  "Oh, yeah. Definitely. But first…" He entered the trainer's office then  and walked up to Miracle's sleeping form. "Miracle? Honey, wake up," he  whispered, gently nudging at her shoulder. "I need to know you're okay."

Miracle's eyelids fluttered slightly and her head shifted a little to the side before her eyes fully opened. "Daddy?"

Joe smiled softly at her. "Yeah, Daddy's here. Are you feeling better, baby?"

She  nodded with a reassuring smile, and reached up to tug the mask from her  face. "I'm fine now, Daddy. Don't worry. Just sleepy is all."

"Finn's going to stay with you tonight to make sure you stay that way. Okay? He'll call me if you have any more problems."

"Okay," she agreed with a slight yawn.

"Do  you want to sit up a minute? Let your head adjust to being upright,"  Joe asked. At her nod, he supported her upper body as she shifted to a  sitting position on the cot. She held her hand to her head a moment,  letting the initial swimmy feeling dissipate.

"You okay now,  darlin'," AJ drawled. He and Finn entered the room, eyeing her with  concern on their faces. He handed her red handbag to her and kissed her  forehead.

"I'm fine, Uncle AJ," Miracle smiled softly, brushing her long black hair over her shoulder. "Don't worry about me."

"Impossible, kiddo," he replied. "I'll drive you and Finn to the hotel. Do you have your luggage here?"

She shook her head, "No, it's in my room already. Thank goodness."

"Well,  let's all get to the hotel and try to get some rest," Joe suggested.  "Especially you," he told Miracle, kissing her temple.

"Try not to worry about me," she scolded Joe lightly, returning the kiss to his cheek. "I love you, Daddy."

"And I love you," Joe replied. He shifted his gaze to Finn. "Take care of my little girl, okay? I'm going to go find Mizannin."

"I'll  take good care 'o her," Finn returned. "She'll be fine." He looked over  at Miracle then. "Ya ready t' go get some rest, lass?"

She nodded and moved to stand to her feet.

"Nope,  I don't t'ink so," Finn smiled softly, and lifted her up from the cot  instead, situating his arms around her back and under her knees.

"No, Finn," she protested softly, trying to struggle out of his hold. "I don't want anyone to see that I have to be carried."

"Miracle Kalani," Joe turned around away from the doorway and scolded her. "You are not walking from here to a car." Then he turned back and hurried out the door in search of Mike Mizannin.

"No one'll see," Finn reassured her. "D'a show's still goin' on. Most everyone is up front."

Miracle nodded slightly, looking a little unsure. "Won't you get tired, carrying me so far?"

Finn chuckled and jostled her tenderly. "You're light as a feat'er, honey. I could carry two 'o ya from here t' the hotel."

Miracle  flushed at his words. She could feel the strength in his arms. And  standing at only five-foot-three, and a hundred and ten pounds soaking  wet, she realized he was probably right.

Within minutes, Miracle was settled in the backseat next to Finn, and AJ was driving down the street.

She had almost nodded off again when she heard AJ ask, "Miracle? Darlin', did you get to eat today?"

She raised her head from the headrest. "Not really. I had oatmeal at breakfast."

"D'at's all," Finn asked in astonishment. "Ya've got t' be starvin'."

"I'm kind of hungry," she admitted, laying her head back against the headrest again.

"What are you hungry for, kiddo," AJ asked. "Whatever you want, I'll stop and get it."

A  dreamy smile crossed Miracle's face and she said softly, "One of those  cold shrimp platters in the grocery stores. And lemon juice."

AJ laughed, "You got it, sugar."

About  ten minutes later, AJ parked at an Aldi's grocery store and went  inside for Miracle's food. Finn glanced over at her, and saw she'd  fallen asleep again. She appeared to be dreaming however. Her head  shifted against the headrest and a little whimper passed her lips. Her  left hand kept clenching into a fist.

He reached over and took her  hand in his, lightly brushing his thumb over the back of it. She sighed  softly, and seemed to settle into her sleep as her fingers curled  around his.

And that was when he noticed the silver claddagh ring sparkling on her finger.

With the heart pointing toward her.

Engaged or married, he thought. But t' who? Stephen Farrelly, maybe? Is d'at why it's a claddagh ring? Why didn't Joe say anyt'ing?

He  took that moment to look her over in the light from the store's  windows. He'd not had time to really take an in depth look at her  appearance at the arena, because he was too busy worrying about her.

As  he looked at her now, he no longer saw the young girl he'd befriended.  He saw a breathtaking woman. Her skin was a little darker than her  mother's but still much lighter than Joe's, and not a single blemish  marred it aside from the small scar where Fournier's bullet had nicked  her bicep. Her Samoan heritage mixed with her fair skin and made her  appear even more exotic. She was extremely thin, but not bony. She  obviously took care of her body, despite what Mike had implied earlier.  Her long, black wavy hair traveled past her waist, and there appeared to  be an abundance in thickness. Finn stopped himself when he realized his  hand was reaching out to touch the silky mane.

His gaze fell on  her mouth next. Her lips were full, and glistened with a sheer gloss  which made them appear even fuller and he could only imagine how soft  they'd feel—how sweet they'd taste—underneath his own. He suddenly groaned at himself. I should be ashamed… Oglin' her while she's asleep, he thought. She's Joe's daughter, for cryin' out loud!

Thankfully, AJ chose that moment to return to the car and within seconds they were headed down the street to their hotel.

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AJ  rolled both his and Finn's luggage across the parking lot while Finn  carried Miracle toward the hotel entrance. They entered the building,  and Miracle instantly felt many eyes on her, apparently curious as to  why she was being carried.

"People are staring at me," she  whispered self-consciously, leaning in close to his ear. Her arms  tightened somewhat around his neck, seeking comfort.

Finn nearly  shuddered from the pleasure of her warm breath brushing over his skin.  Clearing his head, he forced a mirthful reply. "Don't worry 'bout it,  li'l lass," he said, jostling her slightly with a smirk. "They probably  just t'ink d'is really dashin' lad is carryin' his beautiful new bride  t' the honeymoon suite," he teased. "Don't sweat it."

Miracle giggled softly at his teasing and rested her head against his shoulder. "I've missed this."

"What," he asked, as AJ walked ahead of them and pushed the button to summon the elevator.

"You. Making me laugh—helping me forget my troubles."

"I've  missed it too," he admitted, shifting his gaze down to hers. "I  remember our endless Monopoly marat'ons like it was yesterd'y."

"You always cheated," she exclaimed, playing with the zipper on his jacket.

The elevator dinged then and the door slid open.

"I  resent d'at statement," Finn shot back in mock outrage. He and AJ both  stepped into the elevator and AJ pushed the button for their floor. "Ya  always took it way too seriously anyway."

"Of course I did," Miracle laughed. "It was Monopoly!"

Moments  later, the small group of friends were on the fifth floor of the hotel  and headed to their rooms. They stopped at Miracle's door, and she  pulled the key card out of her handbag. Quickly sliding it through the  lock while Finn still cradled her, she opened the door and they stepped  inside.

"Wow, how'd you get a suite," AJ asked, setting Finn's luggage by the door and eyeing the large hotel room.

"Well,"  she started as Finn gently set her on the sofa and then sat down beside  her. "When I called to make a reservation, all the single rooms were  taken, so they were nice enough to offer me a free upgrade."

"Niiiice,"  AJ remarked, placing her bag of food on the kitchenette's counter-top  and checked out the rest of the suite. He noticed the bedroom then. "Ah,  two beds. This wound up working out well. You won't have to  put Finn on the couch or the floor and then drive yourself crazy about  it all night."

Miracle laughed. "You know me way too well."

"You're a sweet girl," AJ said, returning to the sofa and hugging her. "You care about others, almost to a fault at times."

"Woman,  Uncle AJ," Miracle said, returning his hug, and choosing to ignore the  second part of his statement. "I'm a woman now, ya know."

AJ  chuckled. "I know. I just don't like to face that fact." He ran his hand  through his shoulder-length hair then. "Well, your food is on the  counter. I trust Finn can take it from here." He bent down and kissed  her cheek. "Love you, kiddo."

"Love you too, Uncle AJ," Miracle said softly, returning his kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"IF you're feeling better," he said. "If you're not, I expect you to ride with someone to Buffalo, and then get some rest at the hotel."

"I will," she agreed. "Now quit worrying. Go get some rest for yourself."

AJ  chuckled and moved to get his luggage. "All right. You guys take it  easy," he said, then stepped out the door, closing it behind him.

Miracle looked over at Finn. And he looked at her. An awkward silence ensued. But finally, she gained the courage to speak.

"I've missed you," she said softly, turning herself on the sofa so she was facing him.

"I missed you too," he said, scooting closer to her.

She  was silent a moment, unsure of what to say next. And then, she just  blurted it out. "But...you didn't take my calls," she whispered, sadness  thickening her tone. "I needed to hear your voice."

Finn closed his eyes briefly against the guilt he felt at her mournful words. "I couldn't take y'r calls, lass. My phone got lost when I was shot. I lost all my contacts-"

"You were shot?" Miracle's eyes widened, and her breaths came and went much quicker.

"Yeah. I was. But I'm okay now," he said quickly, giving her an encouraging smile. He reached over and squeezed her hand.

"How'd it happen," she asked, returning the squeeze of his hand.

"I was involved in a shootout at a bank. A robbery had been f-fouled up," he stuttered and avoided the mother of all curse words in front of her.

She giggled slightly. "I'm not a kid anymore, Finn. You don't have to avoid cursing in front of me."

"Ya  may not be a kid, but ye're a lady and I try not t' curse in front o'  ladies," he replied, with a quirk of his lips. "Anyway, there was a  hostage taken. Everything is a bit of a blur after d'at, but long story  short—I took a bullet and was in a short coma. My phone was lost or  stolen, I'm not sure which."

Miracle nervously glanced down at her hands. "I'm really, really sorry."

"What for, lass," Finn asked, tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze again.

"I  never gave you the chance to explain why you didn't take my calls. My  pride was hurt. I was…embarrassed. And I couldn't face you. But, I  didn't know. Nobody told me you'd been shot."

"Y'r parents didn't  tell ya, because d'ey were afraid f'r your heart, honey," he said  softly. "D'ey didn't mean t' keep ya in the dark."

She nodded, "I know. But… You could've died. I would've never known-"

"Shhh,"  he said, tugging her toward him. His arms wrapped tightly around her  and held her close. "I pulled through. I'm fine. And now I'm gettin' t'  do what I truly love."

His hand stroked over her hair and then  rubbed soothing circles over her back. Miracle closed her eyes soaking  in the comfort he offered her as she curled into him. She breathed in  his scent—some sort of light masculine fragrance mixed in with the smell  of his leather jacket.

"I'm so happy for you," she said softly.  "And I'm happy you aren't in such a dangerous profession anymore. I  mean, I know wrestling can be dangerous too, but it's different. You at  least don't have to worry about being shot anymore." She lifted her head  and smiled up at him. "And you have a family and friends that you can  be around, now." He looked down at her, an unreadable expression on his  face. "I-I think I'll go get a shower now," she stammered slightly,  unable to read him and becoming uncomfortable because of the fact. "I'll  be out in a few minutes." Hesitating only a moment, she reached up and  kissed his cheek. She giggled when his trimmed whiskers tickled her  lips. "I love your beard."

Finn laughed. "Well, t'anks! I'm pretty  fond of it myself." He stood to his feet then and motioned toward her  food on the kitchenette counter. "Why don't ya go get comfortable, and  I'll fix yer dinner for ya?"

"Sounds good, thank you," she said.  "I'll get my shower, and put on my nightgow-" she flushed suddenly and  faltered. "My pajamas." She rose up from the sofa then and realized her  mistake as she swayed from the sudden movement.

"Whoa, d'ere,"  Finn reached out and steadied her. His hands lightly gripped her upper  arms. "Are ya sure ya should shower? If ya get dizzy ya could slip and  fall. If ya were t' faint again…"

"I'm okay, Finn," she said softly. "I promise. It's just the first time I have stood on my own in a couple of hours. And  I stood too quickly. I'm not dizzy now." She became aware of his thumbs  stroking over the skin of her arms and felt the prickly sensation of  goosebumps spreading over the areas he touched. "I-I'll go clean up  now," she whispered. With that, she left his embrace and grabbed a few  things from her suitcase, then headed into the bathroom.

Shaking  his head like an etch-a-sketch, and taking some deep breaths to rid himself of the desire he was feeling for her, Finn ambled over to the  kitchenette, deep in thought. God, da sound of 'er laugh, he thought, recollecting her giggle after she'd kissed his cheek. She truly is killin' me.

He  couldn't deny the attraction he felt for Miracle. But he felt guilty  for it. He knew a relationship would most likely go nowhere for them. He  was way too old for her, and not to mention he was best friends with  some of her family and close friends. What if things went sour between us, he wondered. Friendships would be destroyed. Not t' mention, I'm afraid I'd hurt her. I don't really do "relationships". He unbagged her food, needing something to do. But… I'm very attracted to her. This will drive me nuts until I- He groaned in frustration. Till I shag her, and get her out 'o my system. And there was the problem. He couldn't do that to her—use her in such a way.

Sighing,  he got back to his task of preparing her food. He saw that AJ had  bought some disposable condiment cups and cutlery for her meal. He  quickly set about cutting the organic lemons in half and juicing them  into a couple of the little cups. Then he pulled out a fruit cup of  mandarin oranges next as well as a bottle of water. By the time Miracle  emerged from the bathroom, he had her food set up and ready to go.

He glanced over at her as she walked through the living area and nearly swallowed his tongue.

Her  long black hair was still slightly damp from her shower, and she wore a  lavender spaghetti-strapped nightgown that clung to every sweet curve  of her tiny frame. And while the garment nearly went down to her ankles,  there was no disguising her lithe figure. The neckline—relatively  modest—only showed a hint of cleavage, but was enough to send his blood  boiling and rushing south in a hurry. She was the perfect blend of  svelte muscle-tone and soft curves. She's goin' t' be the deat' of me, he thought. Because Joe and AJ both definitely will kill me.

"I'm  sorry about the nightgown," she said softly, noticing his intent gaze  on her body. "I like to wear pretty things to bed, and well… I'm rarely  at home to where them. So I try to enjoy them while I'm-"

"Hush,  lass," Finn said, his full lips quirking up at the corners. "Ya look  lovely. I'm not findin' y’r attire offensive in d'a least."

A  light flush crept up her face as she smiled. Then her eyes fell on her  dinner laid out on the bar. "Oh, yummy," Miracle exclaimed, brushing her  hair back over her shoulders. She sat down at the bar and eyed the  seafood. "This is such a huge platter," she smiled at Finn. "Help me eat  it?"

A twinkle in his eye, he picked up a shrimp, "Sure." He held the large shrimp up to her mouth. "Bite."

She giggled, "Well, that's not exactly what I meant by helping me eat it, but… Dip that sucker in the lemon juice first!"

He  complied and then held the shrimp back up to her mouth. Miracle bit  into the juicy seafood and sighed in ecstasy. "Oh, my…" She chewed a few  times and swallowed. "I haven't had shrimp in forever!"

Miracle moved her hand to grab another shrimp, but Finn  jovially batted her fingers away. He plucked another one up from the  platter and dipped it in the lemon juice, then brought it up to her  mouth. Again, she bit into it, all the while laughing happily. This  continued until about half of the large platter was consumed. "You eat  the rest," she said softly. "I'm stuffed."

He smirked at her, forgetting his earlier trepidation. "Okay. You feed me now."

"You're  so silly," Miracle chuckled, but did pick up a shrimp and dipped it  into the lemon juice. She held it up to his mouth and burst out laughing  again when he took the shrimp in his mouth and playfully nipped her  fingers.

"You bit me," she squealed, lightly slugging him on the shoulder.

"That I did, lass," he replied, a sparkle in his eyes. He swallowed the shrimp after chewing it. "Want me t' kiss it better?"

Was that a dare,  she wondered. Before she realized what she was doing, she'd lifted her  hand toward his mouth. "I think that's only fair," she said with a  raised eyebrow.

Licking his lips, Finn took her hand in his and  finished lifting it to his face. He brushed his mouth over her knuckles  and then moved down to her fingertips. Miracle watched breathlessly as  he trailed his moist lips across her fingers then lightly swiped his  tongue across the tip of the one he'd bitten. She gasped as he took the  slender finger in his mouth and suckled it firmly.

"Oh," she  whimpered as heat flushed her entire body. She felt it pool in the lower  pit of her stomach and throb with a  vengeance. Having never felt anything like it in her life, she became  frightened. She gasped again and shot to her feet, refusing to show Finn  another sign of dizziness. She grasped the bar as her head adjusted to  her standing. "I… uh… I'm going to go brush my teeth and get ready for  bed. I'm pretty tired now, okay?"

"Sure," Finn said, eyeing her  suspiciously. He couldn't tell if he'd freaked her out or flustered her.  "I'll just get a shower when ye're done in d'a bat'room."

She  nodded, and hurried to the bathroom to scrub her mouth. Five minutes  later, she came out and gave him a shy smile. "Bathroom's free," she  informed him.

He returned her smile and nodded as he entered the  bathroom next. Miracle sighed softly and laid down on one of the beds in  the bedroom. More confused than ever, she closed her eyes. Finn's acting so strangely, she thought. Is he just treating me like an adult friend now, or is he actually attracted to me?

Her mind finally shut down as exhaustion set in. Within minutes she was asleep.

When  Finn came out of the bathroom, that was how he found her. Asleep on her  bed, laying on her side, her hand pillowing her pretty face.

She was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

What am I doin', he asked himself. I can't seem t' stop flirtin' wit' her. But all I'll do is hurt 'er. D'at's all I've ever done.

Puffing  out a sigh of sheer frustration, he turned out the lights and flopped  onto his bed. Unfortunately for him, it took a while to fall asleep.

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Miracle  opened her eyes to find herself in pitch black darkness. Her heart rate  picking up speed, she reached a hand out to feel her surroundings. Her  fingers brushed over bars. Cold, steel bars. 

"No," she  whispered in terror. She knew without a doubt she was back in the cell  Fournier had held her in before he reunited her with her mother. She  rubbed her eyes and opened them again, desperate for the scene to  disappear. 

It didn't.

"No, please," she whispered again, shivering as she huddled on the hard concrete floor in the darkness. 

She'd  never gotten over her fear of darkness after that terrifying time in  her life. She'd, from then on, slept with at least a night light on. 

"Miracle,"  Fournier's voice said in a sing-song voice. A light switch flicked on  and she was momentarily blinded as the light flooded the cell. Fournier  appeared at her cage door and let himself in. "You're mother is  misbehaving. I need you to help me teach her a lesson."

"It's  a dream," Miracle whispered to herself. She remembered Fournier saying  those exact words to her—among others—before shoving her into her  mother's cell. "I've already lived this. It's just a nightmare." She  glared up at Fournier. "I won't help you. Ever." 

"I  think you will, pretty girl," he said, his demeanor oozing confidence.  "I think killing you will be just the thing to open her eyes."

She shuddered at the thought of what she knew would happen next. "I have to wake up," she whispered to herself. "Please, wake up…"

Fournier launched himself at her and grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head. 

"NO,"  she screamed, struggling against his vice-like grip. His free hand  moved up to her neck. A cold blade settled against her skin. "Let me go!  This isn't even real!"

"It's not," Fournier asked. He  released her and hurried from the cell. He returned only a minute later,  dragging Finn with him. He held the knife to his throat.

"NO," Miracle screamed again and lunged at the cage bars, desperate to get Finn. "Let him go! Please, don't hurt him!" 

She always managed to handle the nightmare. But not now. Not with Finn involved. Not with his life in danger.

"You know I have to, pretty girl," Fournier shot back. 

She  watched in horror as Fournier shifted into another man. He was all  blurred—she couldn't make out who he was. Rubbing at her eyes, she tried  to make him come into focus but to no avail.

In a flash he was Fournier again, and just as quickly he shifted back into the blurry man.

"You're mine, Miracle. He can't have you."

"I love ya, lass" Finn uttered softly. Resignation was in his sapphire eyes as they stared into hers. "Always will..."

Then  the hazy male slashed the blade across Finn's throat, spilling his  blood in a torrent. The Irishman sank to his knees as his body weakened.

"FIIIIINNNN!"

The scream ripped from her throat, burning it raw.

"Miracle! Wake up, báire!"

She  suddenly was able to waken, and found herself cradled in Finn's muscled  arms. A sob burst from her and she latched onto him. "Oh, God… Finn…"  She shivered in his embrace as he held her. Her hand slid up to his  neck, checking to make sure there was no wound. "Light," her voice was  hoarse from the screams she must've actually screamed. "I forgot to tell  you… Please, Finn. Turn on a light." She felt him shift on her bed  without releasing her, and suddenly the room lit up. She looked up at  him and saw nothing but concern in his blue eyes. "I'm sorry," she  whispered.

"Shhh," he said softly, and pulled her closer. Her face  rested against his chest, and she noticed for the first time that he  was wearing no shirt. His warmth felt soothing against her cool, clammy  skin. "Does d'at happen often, lass?" His hand reached down and took a  gentle hold of her wrist, searching for her pulse. "Breath deep and  even, Miracle," his smooth voice rumbled in his chest. "Yer pulse is too  fast." He noticed her medicines sitting on the night table then, and he  motioned to them. "Which o' d'ose should ya take?"

"The bottle of Propranolol," Miracle managed to say. "I need one of the tablets."

Finn  didn't let go of her as he grabbed the pill bottle and shook out a  pill. Then he snatched up the water bottle next. "Open up," he  whispered, readying the pill to place in her mouth. "Let me take care o'  ya, honey." He could've sworn he saw tears glisten in her eyes, and she  obediently opened her mouth. He placed the pill on her tongue and then  shifted her so she was reclined and he could help her sip from the water  bottle. He tilted the bottle to her lips and watched as she swallowed  the pill down. "What did ya dream," he asked softly, settling her back  against him and placing the water back on the night table. "Ya sounded  absolutely terrified."

Miracle looked up at his face and shook her  head slightly. "I can't… I can't talk about it. It was too… Too real,  and too horrible."

"You need t' talk about it, honey. T'would help."

She met his gaze and took a deep breath before sharing the darkness of her dream to him.

Translations:

“báire” ~ “sweetheart”

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From Chapter 2 (~3k words in) of my only (currently published) WIP Time Dilates

She took the vest off and handed it to Christina.

Tagging: @the-frankenman-writes @harrietdyker @purlturtle @4alarmfirecracker @cdyssey @nakedmonkey @v-chase-art @iressails @aquila1nz @miz-chase

[miz-chase]

If Booth ever got angry enough, he wouldn't even need to touch Brennan to view it as a massive slip up. Because deep down he thinks he is his father, and if he ever gets angry with Brennan, then maybe he will hurt her. That faint possibility, the minute potential that he could ever hurt her? He would absolutely lose his shit. He'd be out of the house never to be found again. He would absolutely do the worst thing he could possibly do to hurt Brennan (abandon her) in order to protect her from the worst thing in his entire life (violence through anger).

How can they break each other, heal, and somehow find their way back?

Mind the tags. It ends happy (･ω<)☆

[galwithalibrarycard]

Mermaid au pleaseeeee write it!!!

I would absolutely love to, but I feel like @miz-chase has equal claim to the concept soooo... Wanna be co-writers, Chase? :D