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Fic UPDATE! Wide River to Cross: Homecoming

Author’s Note: So close. We're so close now, dear readers. Thanks for sticking with me this far; not much longer now. I promise. As you'll see from the events in this chapter, it will be impossible to prolong the agony. (Who remembers the actual agony while watching Season 7, wondering what had happened between Jack and Lisa? I remember that agony...) All that aside, the good part about how long this story has taken me is that plot lines that have occurred down the line can be worked in, and they can make some semblance of sense. I hope. Anyway, here's the latest chapter.

Chapter 22: Homecoming

In the darkness of night, the tree-lined drive seemed eerily foreign to Lisa as the town car bore both her and Rachel to their familial estate. Though it was a view she had seen thousands of times in her life, this particular return to Fairfield granted her no trace of comfort or sense of homecoming. It was bordering on close to ten months that she had been absent—one of the longest spells she had been away since her past marriage to Dan and subsequent move to the USA.

Lisa could not help but recall other lengthy absences from Fairfield, particularly in her adolescence when she had attended boarding school in France with Rachel. While she had enjoyed those times away—thanks to her love of French culture and many outings with her doting Aunt Evelyn—the inevitable homesickness was alleviated only upon return. Now, she felt like a stranger returning to a strange place, creeping in like some interloper.

Like a thief in the night, she thought to herself wryly, fighting the encroaching discomposure without much success.

“We’re here, Rach,” Lisa whispered, giving her younger sibling a gentle nudge.

“Huh? Oh, thanks,” Rachel mumbled sleepily. “I didn’t realise I nodded off.”

She smiled slightly, watching as Rachel rubbed bleary eyes before finishing off with a long yawn. Rachel had endured only one flight; Lisa had needed three to return to Alberta. Exhaustion was indeed beginning to overwhelm her, but there was a nervous tension buzzing through her veins, keeping her on an unusual level of alertness. Now that she was back in Hudson, the mere thought of being in the same town as Jack—and potentially encountering him anywhere—set her mind spinning. How would such a meeting play out? What words could pass her lips to express to him all that was in her heart? What words, if any, would he have to say to her?

Security lights illuminated the exteriors of the stables, dispelling the shadows. Night checks would have already been completed by this hour. All was quiet now, though Lisa knew Harry Wilkes would probably still be up in his office, burning the midnight oil while waiting for their arrival.

Good ol’ Harry, Lisa thought with affection. He had been such a constant presence in her life since she was a little girl, working his way up from the very bottom as a stable hand to head groomsman. Matthew Stillman had come to trust the man with just about everything, and Lisa had done the same. Harry was dedicated to the care of the horses in a way that went beyond what was expected of a mere hired hand. Anyone else would have retired from the position by now, but Harry was still logging the same hours as he had during the past forty-five years as a Fairfield employee. He had been there through the lean years and through the successful ones.

Without her realising it, a long pout pulled at Lisa’s face as the car pulled to a stop in front of the sprawling ranch house. She knew Harry was not thrilled with the idea of her selling Fairfield, even though he was guaranteed a handsome severance package. The rest of the staff might be keen on staying on with new owners; Harry would not—Lisa was certain of that.

“Why the long face?” Rachel asked, looking over at her. “Something wrong?”

“Hmm?” Lisa shook herself. “Oh, no. It’s just that... I-I don’t think Harry is pleased with my decision to sell, that’s all.”

“So Harry’s still working here, eh?” Rachel said, lips quirking into a lop-sided smile. “Dad really lucked out when he hired him. He’s been here since before I was even born. Good ol’ Harry.”

“I honestly don’t think I could have managed without him when Dad got sick,” Lisa mused out loud.

Sure enough, the door to the Fairfield business offices opened to reveal the man in question, silhouetted against the interior lights. He waved jauntily at them, and Lisa intuited he was intent on helping them unload their luggage.

“C’mon,” she said to Rachel as she opened her door. “Let’s get out before he gets the idea we’re going to let him carry everything into the house. He’s been up all night waiting; he’s got to be tired after working all day.”

“Right,” Rachel said in agreement, though she was staving off another yawn of exhaustion.

“Ah, the two prettiest girls in Hudson have made their triumphant return,” Harry greeted them affectionately; paternally.

“Oh, Harry,” Lisa said with a chagrined laugh, “I don’t know about ‘triumphant’, and after travelling all day, we look like something the cat dragged in.”

“Ha! Speak for yourself, sis,” Rachel interjected merrily. “Harry, flattery gets you everywhere. It’s good to see you.”

“Likewise, Rachel.”

The three gathered for a warm group hug. As Lisa guessed moments earlier, the next words out of Harry’s mouth were an offer to bring their luggage inside.

“No, no, you take it easy Harry,” Lisa quickly stated. “You’ve had a long day, too. Rachel and I can manage just fine.”

“Nonsense,” Harry said, reaching for the largest of the pieces the chauffeur had just deposited from the trunk. “Your father would be horrified if he saw me standing by idly while you two dragged all this stuff by yourselves.”

“Chivalry isn’t dead in Hudson, I see,” Rachel quipped, following the older man with her carry-on and a smaller suitcase.

“Thanks, Harry,” Lisa said after everything was sitting in the spacious foyer.

“Happy to do it, Lisa,” Harry said. “Welcome home.”

“Yeah... for however long that’s going to be,” Lisa sighed.

“It’s going to be hard seeing this place go,” Harry uttered with a wistful air. “Fairfield has been a big part of Hudson ever since you made it the success it’s become, Lisa. This town won’t be the same without it—or you.”

Not unkindly, Lisa asked: “Is this your way of trying to talk me out of selling?”

Harry shrugged. “Maybe. I know an old fella like me who’s on his way to retirement can’t interfere with the business decisions of his boss, but you know this place has always been more than just a ’job’ for me.”

“I know,” Lisa said warmly, reaching out to touch his arm in a show of understanding. “And I thank you for everything you’ve done from the day my father hired you to this present time.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, placing a hand over hers for a few moments. “I should be on my way. See you in the morning.”

“Of course.”

Harry turned to make his exit, but hesitated on the threshold. “There is something...”

Lisa waited expectantly. “What is it?” she asked when he did not continue.

“Hmmph. Nah, it can wait ‘til tomorrow,” he muttered. “Goodnight, ladies.”

“’Bye,” Rachel said, trying to suppress another yawn.

“Goodnight, Harry,” Lisa said, closing the door behind him, slightly perturbed by the man’s cryptic parting words. Whatever it was, she would learn of it the next day.

As cranky as Jack was at the notion of having the woolly creatures on his land, Georgie’s 4H Club project meant sheep at Heartland was good for something. At least the kid could learn about the rearing of an animal she could handle. Lambs weren’t liable to trample you, gore you, buck you off, or kick you in the head. It was decidedly not fun chasing down the specific lamb Georgie and Olivia wanted, especially since they could not agree on which one was the best one for their needs. Jack half-suspected they were changing their fickle minds on purpose, just for the spectacle of his sprawling about in the grass and weeds, grabbing at this lamb or that lamb.

It should have been Tim’s job seeing after the sheep, but he picked that very week to head to Moose Jaw to visit with his son, Shane, so they could spend Thanksgiving together. Why was it his ex-son-in-law continued to be such an irritant and an imposition in his life? If not for Lou and Amy, the man would never again have darkened the door at Heartland.

After Georgie and Olivia finally settled on a lamb and Jack successfully secured it, he decided a little break was necessary. It was no use getting worked up over the flock again; also, the girls did not need his grumpy mood to ruin things for them. It was trial enough for Georgie to be partnered with Olivia, he knew, so he did his best to keep his cool while in their company.

Once inside the kitchen, he brewed a cup of tea and eased into a chair in the living room—the kitchen having been taken over by Peter and his laptop. The man really needed office space of some kind while he was here, Jack mused.

Why Tim felt the need to saddle his son-in-law with the nickname “The General” was beyond Jack, but then again, Tim knew exactly how to push other people’s buttons. The recent fiasco involving Tricia and her near-delinquent daughter, Jade, at the fishing cabin was a fine example of that.

Jack sipped at his tea, trying to resolve in his mind yet again why Tim possessed such an unbridled sense of entitlement. He lacked what Jack’s grandmother would have called social graces. His unsolicited comments could be tactless. The frustrating thing was that such comments were often uncomfortable truths no one else wanted to face or accept.

When Tim had first asked how the Arizona trip had been, Jack recalled initially telling him to mind his own business. Tim, ignoring Jack’s desire for privacy had asked, point-blank:

“You missed Lisa, didn’t you?”

”Didn’t I tell you to mind your own business?!” Jack had retorted. “I had a swell time.”

”You’re not fooling me, old man. What did you do with yourself down there the whole time? You couldn’t have been having that much of a ‘swell time’ because you cut it short and came home a week early!”

“I did happen to have some good times, thank you very much!”

“Yeah? Doing what?” Tim had challenged.

“Saddleback trip. Lookin’ at real estate. Meeting nice people. Camping and fishing.”

“Meeting nice people and fishing, eh? Catch anything good down there in Arizona?” Tim asked suggestively.

“As a matter of fact, yes. I hooked a very nice catfish.”

“Oooh! A catfish!” Tim had crooned, pretending to be impressed. “How big was it?”

Knowing he would not be able to lie any further, Jack had groaned in annoyance and decided it was time to cease this line of questioning. “Dunno,” he had sullenly replied. “It pulled free from the hook before I could reel it in. The sun was going down by then. I quit trying after that.”

“Ha!” Tim had laughed triumphantly. “Dinner out of a can that night, right?”

Jack grit his teeth. “No, I forgot to bring a can opener. Are you done, now?”

“You ‘forgot’ to bring a can opener?” Tim crowed in derision. “So why didn’t you just use your knife to open the can, or did you forget to bring a knife, too?”

“Oh, would you just shut up already!”

Jack stalked off and was thus out of earshot when a gleeful, self-righteous Tim muttered, “Ohhh, he totally missed Lisa.”

It was already after 10:00 a.m. when Lisa awoke on Saturday morning. The inevitable jet-lag felt especially pronounced this time around, and she groaned when she realised the lateness of the hour. She so wanted to soak up a few more hours of sleep, but knew work was waiting. There was the matter Harry mentioned the night before which she wanted to get to the bottom of, but the first order of business absolutely had to be contacting the real estate agent.

After a quick shower, she shared a hurried breakfast with Rachel. Her sister was still drowsy and not much in the mood to talk while they ate. When Rachel drifted back to bed for a nap, Lisa finally got on the phone to the realtor, glad they were indeed open that day despite it being a holiday long weekend. After all those months in France of dithering on this, it felt almost anti-climactic the sale would finally be happening. The deed is done, Lisa thought after hanging up. She was not sure what emotions she was experiencing now that Fairfield would officially be on the market.

Ruefully, she thought, I really should call Dan and tell him the ‘good’ news. In all truth, her ex-husband was the last person she wanted to speak to after all their less-than-pleasant email correspondences over the past several months. I wonder what Jack would think if I called him and told him I was back in Hudson? Lisa stopped herself cold. Where did that thought come from?! I would have to explain to him that I’m finally selling the old place and moving to France for good, wouldn’t I? I’d have to come up with some excuse as to why I didn’t even tell him I was coming back.

She stood from behind her desk and decided it was time to check in on Harry, brushing aside any further thoughts of both of her exes.

“Ah, Lisa! Good morning,” Harry greeted Lisa brightly when she knocked on the business office door.

“Good morning, Harry. I just got off the phone with the real estate people. Someone’s going to be by later this week to properly assess the property and get some signs posted and such.”

“Of course,” he said with a nod of understanding.

“Harry, about that thing you mentioned last night...”

“Oh, yes. That,” Harry said, lowering his voice.

Lisa caught his tone, and interpreted he was about to tell her something she would not particularly enjoy hearing. “Well, what is it?”

“It’s Dan,” Harry said in a manner that spoke volumes of disapproval.

“Dan? What’s he done now?” Lisa asked guardedly.

“You’d better follow me,” Harry said, rising from his seat.

He led Lisa out to the stables where they stopped in front of Fairfield Flyer’s stall. The champion racer seemed strong and healthy, and Lisa looked at her head groomsman, awaiting an explanation.

“Dan and some of his people and vets have been here to see Flyer and Rhapsody quite a few times while you were gone,” Harry started. “Since you have joint ownership, of course I couldn’t stop him.”

“Stop him from doing what?” Lisa asked, instantly on edge. Rhapsody was one of her broodmares.

“From getting all kinds of lab work done—and cell samples taken from Flyer.”

“Cell samples...” Lisa mused out loud.

Harry continued. “Rhapsody is already nine months pregnant. You had no idea, did you?” he asked warily as he studied her reaction. “Don’t answer that. Your expression tells me all I need to know.”

Lisa felt her cheeks flush. “I always did have a lousy poker face,” she grumbled.

“Ah, I should have known he didn’t tell you, but you know I’m not the type to interfere,” a contrite Harry said. “And given the nature of what he was doing, I wasn’t sure if you were both keeping it a secret, or what. Sorry, Lisa.”

“Don’t apologize; this isn’t remotely your fault. It seems I have a call to make to my ‘business partner’. Thanks, Harry.”

She strode out of the stables, absolutely steaming, trying to decide how best to have this conversation with Dan. Cell samples? That could only mean one thing, Lisa concluded, coupled with Dan’s recent talk about getting into horse cloning. He was trying to warm me up to the idea, she now realised.

“Where do you get off cloning Fairfield Flyer without even consulting with me first?!” Lisa exploded when she had Dan on the line.

“Now hold on just a minute, Lisa—” Dan tried to interrupt.

“No, you hold on; I’m not finished,” Lisa hissed through clenched teeth. “Harry told me you’ve been out to Fairfield to see Flyer and Rhapsody. This is the real reason you’ve been so demanding about the finances, isn’t it? You weren’t concerned about the Avignon facility—you were paying to have Flyer cloned. How many other horses did you have lined up for the procedure?”

From Dan’s silence, Lisa knew she had hit the nail on the head.

“When were you going to tell me?” Lisa fumed. “When were you going to tell me the Avignon deal was all a sham and that you were really using my investment funds to clone Flyer and God knows how many others?”

“Okay, simmer down,” Dan said, trying to placate her. “Avignon is still a go. But the focus has shifted slightly. It could be the best equine cloning facility in Europe, Lisa. If the clone of Flyer is a success, we’re going to take it to Avignon as the poster boy for the procedure in race horses. We’d be one of the first out of the gate doing this. We could make history, Lisa, because the Racing Association is bound to come around once more people get on board.”

“Have you lost your mind?” Lisa had to keep herself from shouting. “You go behind my back, and-and then try to tell me you’re shifting the focus of the breeding facility we planned in France?”

“All that stuff you learned in that Lexington conference about performance markers is great, Lisa,” Dan said, “but that’s yesterday’s science. Cloning is the future. Do you really want to be left behind?”

Lisa realised she was still too angry to have a rational talk with Dan. “Let’s table that question,” she finally said. “I just got into Hudson late last night, and I’m too tired to deal with this right now. But make no mistake, Dan, I’m not impressed you went behind my back.”

“Fair enough, fair enough,” Dan said, sounding almost relieved. “Hang on, did you just say you’re back in Hudson?”

Lisa clenched her teeth in irritation. “How else do you think I found out about Flyer?”

“Uhhh—Harry told you, didn’t he?”

“Of course Harry told me,” snapped Lisa, relishing the discomfort she heard in Dan’s voice. He sounded as if he were a guilty schoolboy.

“I see,” Dan said in resignation. “Wait, if you’re in Hudson, does that mean you’ve finally put Fairfield on the market?”

“Yes, Dan, you’ll be happy to know I took care of that chore before calling you,” Lisa replied testily.

“Good! That’s great!” Dan exclaimed. “Finally. Look, Lisa, I get you’re upset about the cloning thing. You’re right; I should have included you in that decision. But Flyer is mine, too. I think in time, you’ll see—”

“Ah, but Rhapsody is mine,” Lisa cut in. “You’re still on shaky ground, Dan. As I said just now, we’ll discuss this later. You’ll be lucky if I don’t decide to involve my lawyer with this one.”

She heard his exhalation of discontent, but she frankly did not care. Misappropriation of funds, she thought. Yeah, that has a nice ring to it.

“Come on, Lisa. Are you really going to split hairs like that?” he whined. “Aren’t we business partners in this whole breeding venture?”

It took all the control she could muster not to slam down the phone. Instead, she took a steadying breath before responding. “That didn’t give you the right to use Rhapsody for your cloning experiment without consulting with me first. But what’s done is done. Like I said, I’m not in the mood to discuss this right now. Goodbye.”

Lisa did not wait to hear Dan respond before she hung up the call.

Rachel, having awakened from her nap, was sitting at the breakfast nook in the kitchen, flipping through an old edition of the Hudson Times. When Lisa wandered in, Rachel glanced up and said, “Uh-oh. I know that look. Something’s got you mad.”

Lisa groaned. “Ugh. What tipped you off?”

Rachel smirked. “Yeah, see, there’s this vein that always pops out on your forehead whenever you blow a gasket,” she answered, motioning to her own head.

Grumbling, Lisa swiped a self-conscious hand over her face.

“Hey, it’s not like you get mad often, sis,” Rachel said, trying to lighten the mood. “It must be something big.”

Lisa plopped down wearily across from Rachel. “It’s Dan,” she began. “He’s gone and tried to clone one of my best racers—Fairfield Flyer—without even asking me, first.”

“Oh, wow. Is that even legal?” Rachel asked, folding the paper and putting it aside. “I’m not up on my horse cloning ethics.”

“It is legal,” Lisa said, “but it’s damned expensive, comes with a pile of risk factors, and the Racing Association has yet to accept clones in sanctioned races.”

“Didn’t I read something a couple years ago about clones being accepted for show jumping in the Olympics?” asked Rachel.

Lisa nodded. “Yes. The Fédération Equestre Internationale did announce clones could be entered for equestrian events. I still don’t know what Dan was thinking, though. Flyer is a racer, not a jumper, or dressage. It’s infuriating. And it’s not even about the ethics when it comes to cloning; it’s that Dan was hounding me for months to get Fairfield sold so we could get going on an operation out of Avignon.”

“Avignon?” repeated Rachel.

“Yes. You know I always wanted to retire to France, eventually.”

“Right...”

“Anyway,” Lisa continued, “I sold my share of the Dude Ranch back to Lou, and assumed those funds were going towards funding that Avignon operation. Obviously, Dan was funnelling all of it to help make the payments for the cloning procedure.” She let out another huff of frustration; Rachel eyed her with pity.

“C’mon, Lisa,” Rachel said after several moments of silence. “In the end, a horse is a horse, and we both know you love horses. When Rhapsody foals, you’re going to love that clone. So forget Dan, and focus on making sure Rhapsody stays healthy through the rest of the pregnancy.”

The words were like a thunderbolt, bringing a much-needed dose of reality. Lisa stared at Rachel for a few moments, speechless. “Are you sure you’re the younger sister, here?” she eventually asked with an affectionate smile and shake of her head. “When did you get to be so wise?”

“Oh, I have my moments,” Rachel answered airily.

“Well, I hope there’s more wisdom where that came from,” Lisa said, “because even though you’re right about loving it when it arrives, I get the feeling that clone is going to become more like a monkey on my back.”

Thanksgiving at Heartland was slightly less crowded than usual owing to the absences of Tim and Lou. Everyone was thankful for Jack’s surviving the heart attack and for Amy’s health and recovery after her recent scare with Zeus; Georgie was thankful in particular for her new family and for Phoenix.

At Fairfield, the celebration was slightly more subdued. Figuring this to be their final Thanksgiving together before the family farm passed into new hands, the Stillman sisters spent much of that holiday Monday* reminiscing about older, happier times, and some not-so-happy times, too.

“I used to love it when Aunt Evelyn would come to visit from wherever she had last been,” Lisa remarked as they sat together in the cozy living room, a roaring fire burning in the hearth.

“Remember her second husband?” Rachel snickered.

“Ah, yes. Uncle Merrill,” Lisa said. “With those massive sideburns we always wished he would shave off.”

“Where did she meet him, again?”

“Wales, I think,” Lisa replied. “But he was from Scotland.”

“He claimed he was some Scottish lord, right?” asked Rachel. “I seem to remember that.”

Lisa nodded seriously. “He apparently had the bank account to prove it, or so Aunt Evelyn told me.”

“Well, she was married to him the longest,” Rachel said.

“That’s true,” Lisa said, taking a sip of cider.

“Until he left her for a newer, younger model,” Rachel said.

“And she took him to the cleaners,” chortled Lisa. “Then promptly found herself another millionaire boyfriend.”

“That one didn’t last very long, did it?”

“Oh, a couple years, maybe? Then she had a few other gentlemen friends whose names I forget. Then she married Charles, the wealthy stockbroker from New York. They met on a cruise ship. Divorced him after five years.”

“Aunt Evelyn is addicted to men and to money,” Rachel said. “And I mean that in the nicest possible way.”

“Rachel, there is no nice way to call someone a gold digger,” Lisa said, a peal of laughter breaking forth.

“Ha! You said it; not me!”

“All right, Aunt Evelyn may have her... flaws... but she’s always been good to us,” Lisa said sincerely.

“Yeah... you’re right,” Rachel said. “Though you’re her favourite, you know.”

Lisa cocked her head and frowned at her sister, puzzled by this comment. “Naw. She totally spoiled us both. What d’you mean by that?”

“Oh, nothing.” Rachel waved a hand dismissively. “I just got the feeling like she doted on you a little more. That’s all.”

“What? Why?”

Rachel stared at her older sister, considering for a few moments how to proceed. She blew out a breath and said, “Okay, remember that horse you had when we were kids? Silver?”

“Yes,” Lisa said, thinking of the dapple grey mare she got as a rescue. She put aside her mug, sensing Rachel was about to say something she had been wanting to say for a long time, but never had the chance to get it off her chest.

“I remember when Silver got sick a few years later,” Rachel said. “Dad didn’t think he could afford to pay for the surgery.”

“That’s right,” Lisa confirmed. “It was colic. Silver was getting old by that point, so Dad didn’t think the risk was worth it.”

“You know, I didn’t even have my own horse at the time, and Aunt Evelyn swooped in and said she’d pay for the surgery,” Rachel said, voice tainted with the slightest stain of bitterness. “You were seven when you got Silver. I remember, because I thought somehow that’s what I would get when I turned seven, too. Funny, isn’t it? We lived on a horse-breeding farm, and I didn’t get my own horse until I was ten.”

“Rachel, it’s a stupid question... did you even really want your own horse?” Lisa asked carefully.

Rachel rolled her eyes. “Of course I wanted my own horse,” she said. “What little girl living in Hudson didn’t ‘want’ her own horse?”

“I know, but ‘wanting’ a horse isn’t the same as loving that horse when you finally get it, is it?”

Lisa thought back to when Rachel did receive her own horse the Christmas after she turned ten, a gift from Evelyn. In the beginning, the girl had been ecstatic, but the excitement had waned, and the horse was sometimes neglected.

“No, it isn’t the same thing,” admitted Rachel. “Look, I don’t mean to sound petty. At the time, I was jealous; I admit it. When I was younger, I thought Aunt Evelyn paying for Silver’s surgery when I didn’t even have my own horse meant she loved you more and was ignoring me.”

“I’m sorry, Rach,” Lisa said sincerely. “I had no idea you felt that way.”

“Like I said, I felt that way when I was younger. I thought having a horse would make me happy the way it seemed to make you happy; like it made other girls around town happy,” Rachel said. “It wasn’t until later I realised I wasn’t actually a horse-crazy girl like everyone else.”

“No, you were more boy-crazy,” Lisa said, a small smile twitching her lips.

“Ohhh, was I ever,” Rachel said, throwing back her head and casting her eyes to the ceiling.

“Do you ever regret leaving home when you did?” Lisa queried. “I mean, do you ever wish you had waited until you were a little more settled? Aunt Evelyn was willing to pay for your post-secondary education anywhere in the world like she did for me, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. And I keep saying that the timing was probably wrong,” Rachel said. “But I always come back to Ben. He’s the reason I don’t have regrets about that. I love my son more than my own life, Lisa. If I do regret anything is that his childhood probably wasn’t as happy as it could have been because of my stupid relationship mistakes.”

“Well, from what I can see, he’s grown into a fine young man, Rachel,” Lisa said, thinking of the rough patch Ben went through during Rachel’s train wreck of a divorce. “He’s learned some valuable life lessons and he’s working hard now to achieve his goals.”

“I admit I’m proud of him,” Rachel said with a smile. “I’m sorry again for dumping him on you—”

“Oh, stop!” Lisa put up a hand. “We’ve been over this a hundred times. Even though I could have done a better job when he was here, it made me realise raising a child isn’t a cakewalk.”

“No, but it is worth it,” Rachel said. “I look at Ben, and I think at least I did something right in the world.”

“Yeah...” Lisa said softly.

“He did appreciate his time here, Lisa,” Rachel said, getting an inkling of where Lisa’s thoughts might have carried her at that moment.

“I hope so,” Lisa uttered. “Though somehow, I think I acted a little more like Aunt Evelyn: dropping expensive gifts instead of making any meaningful impact on his life that would actually matter.”

“I don’t see it that way at all,” Rachel countered. “You give from the heart, Lisa. You’ve always been the generous type. And with Fairfield’s success came bigger ways to show that generosity. To be honest, I was a bit jealous of your giving nature, too.”

“And if I’m going to be honest, I was a bit jealous of you,” Lisa said seriously.

“Of me?” Rachel said, clearly shocked. “Whatever for?”

“You left home. Had a child. You... didn’t have the weight of responsibility for Fairfield that I had,” Lisa admitted. “I have loved building up the business into the success it is today, but I also thought kids would naturally come along when I was married to Dan. When that didn’t happen, I thought about you and how easy it seemed for you.”

“It wasn’t easy at all, especially when Gary walked out on us,” stated Rachel emphatically. “And I thought I’d have more kids too, when the ex-who-shall-not-be-named came into the picture and seemed like he’d be a great step-father to Ben. We all know how that turned out.”

Lisa bobbed her head slowly, knowing no further words were needed on the subject of the breakup of Rachel’s marriage.

At length, Rachel murmured: “I’m glad I came out here one last time. There was a time I couldn’t wait to leave; relieved you were the older daughter that Dad would look to for running the business. I don’t think I’ve ever truly appreciated how much of a burden you’ve shouldered.”

“We’ve both had our burdens and hardships,” Lisa said, looking at the glowing embers in the fireplace.

“I mean it, Lisa,” Rachel insisted. “Thank you for being there for Dad, and for running Fairfield all these years. It’s just a shame he didn’t live long enough to see the success it’s become.”

“A success that’s now coming to a close,” Lisa said quietly. “When I pick up stakes and move to Avignon, it’s going to be a whole new business.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Rachel commented. “You haven’t heard from Jack. You said it yourself that it’s time to make a fresh start.”

“I know,” Lisa said. “And you’re right. But being here in Hudson, well, it’s brought back a lot of memories with him. Good memories. It hurts to finally realise that there won’t be any more of those.”

“Well, who knows? Maybe you’ll meet a fine French gentleman in Avignon,” Rachel said with a mirthful chuckle.

“Oh, no! The last thing I need is to turn into Aunt Evelyn,” Lisa scoffed, chagrined at her sister’s comment. Her thoughts suddenly took her to Toulon and the foul experience she had with Alphonse. It struck her his marriage to the young Audrey had come and gone that spring, and their baby was probably due any time. I sure dodged a bullet with that one, she decided, even if my “friends” thought we would make a good match.

“You could never be like Aunt Evelyn,” Rachel said. “You’re not a gold-digger, and the money you’ve made came through hard work. And the money doesn’t really matter to you, either, does it?”

“I won’t lie,” Lisa replied. “The money matters, because I got to do things and go places I always dreamed of doing and seeing when I was a kid. But what’s money if you don’t have people you love to share it with?”

Rachel looked at her sister with sympathy. “You really did love him, didn’t you?”

Lisa returned Rachel’s glance. “With every fiber of my being. My whole world stopped when Lou told me about his heart attack. Nothing mattered after nearly losing him like that. I just wish I had the chance to tell him so.”

“Look, it’s not my place to tell you what to do or what not to do, Lis,” Rachel said. “But you’re here in Hudson now, and he’s here. This could be your last chance to tell him.”

A slight shiver ran down Lisa’s spine at the notion of facing Jack and baring her heart as she had tried so many months ago, when she made the horrible mistake of renting the hospital bed for him. “I already squandered that ‘last chance’, Rach,” Lisa said sadly. “It’ll take a miracle to convince Jack to see me again. I blew it, and now I’m paying the price.”

Thanksgiving dishes were washed and put away; night checks on the horses were finished; everyone was tucked away in bed. Jack, however, lingered by himself in the living room before the fire, sipping on a hot toddy. There was indeed much to be thankful for, he knew, particularly when it came to his own life. There’s much to regret, too, he thought, watching as the flames licked at the seasoned logs. While life moved on, his heart still pined for her. He was still stuck in a place of uncertainty and inaction; of wanting to reach out and of pulling back again. It’s been ten months. Lisa has moved on, surely. It would be wrong of me to call her now, after all that’s gone on between us, and mess up whatever it is she has going. I should be thankful we had whatever it is we had and let her go. With that, Jack pulled himself up from the couch, doused the fire, and crept into his bedroom. As he closed his eyes, his last thought before falling asleep was that given his angry parting words with Lisa, spoken in the heat of the moment, he was undeserving of a second chance with her. Nothing will ever bring us back together; that’s a bridge too far.

*To my non-Canadian readers: Thanksgiving in Canada is celebrated on the 2nd Monday of October.

TBC

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yikesharringrove · 4 years ago

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tagged by: @lostnoise ty 💕

1. do you prefer writing with a black pen or a blue pen? I write almost entirely in this one specific brand of purple pen (I’ve found it helps with ye olde dyslexia) but black is the second best option. I also have a collection of gel pens, so I like those too.

2. would you prefer to live in the country or in the city? City. But like, a smaller city is okay.

3. if you could learn a new skill, what would it be? Um, like any skill? I have none? I want to learn ASL, though.

4. do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? When I drink coffee (which is almost never) I put a lil in.

5. what was your favorite book as a child? The Gaspard and Lisa series.

6. do you prefer baths or showers? I’m the fucking worst bc when I shower, I’ll just like, lay down in the tub for a while. So technically shower.

7. if you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be? It’s be cool to be a fairy.

8. paper or electronic books? I’m not a huge reader, so I have a LOT of audiobooks lol. I mean, I love paper books, but I also love on electric books how I can change the font size and color and stuff.

9. what is your favorite item of clothing? My banana skirt, or I have a collection of vintage band shirts from my parents, that are pretty cool.

10. do you like your name? would you like to change it? My legal name is Abigail and I fucking hate it, but I don’t want to go through the rigor of leagally changing it when everyone jsut calls me Abbi anyway 🤷‍♀️

11. who is a mentor to you? One of my professors. She’s an AMAZING woman, and she’s so wonderful. She and a few other women spoke out against one of their old bosses that sexually assaulted several of them, and they managed to get him fired and kicked off the board of a newspaper he was on. She was the first person I opened up to about my own experiencees after that.

12. would you like to be famous? if so, what for? I think it’d be cool to be really recognizable by a certain group, so like be famous for a niche thing where those fans would recognize you, but not EVERYONE in the world would recognize you. I’d like to be an actor or a musician I think.

13. are you a restless sleeper? oh yee

14. do you consider yourself to be a romantic person? Depends. I can be, but I also don’t really care about romantic things in general.

15. which element best represents you? um, idk. Fire, maybe?

16. who do you want to be closer to? my friends that live three states away.

17. do you miss someone at the moment? my friends that live three states away.

18. tell us about an early childhood memory. My earliest memory is of driving in the car listening to DMX with my mom, which describes her pretty well.

19. what is the strangest thing you have eaten? I’ll put really anythign in my maw. I’ve been lucky to travel a lot and I’ll try anything, so I’ve eaten sheep liver, and bull testicle, and pig brain, and cricket.

20. what are you most thankful for? The opportunities in life I’ve had.

21. do you like spicy food? oh yeah

22. have you ever met someone famous? Yeah, I have some good stories lol

23. do you keep a diary or journal? I try to. It’s helpful for me to write things out, I’m just bad at actually doing it daily. I’ve been keeping one for the past few weeks pretty well though, since there’s been a lot on my mind.

24. do you prefer to use pen or pencil? I fucking hate writing in pencil.

25. what is your star sign? taurus/aries

26. do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy? Crunchy!!!! I only pour a lil cereal in at a time so that it doesn’t get soggy

27. what would you want your legacy to be? That I was kind.

28. do you like reading? What was the last book you read? I’m not a big reader, so again, audiobooks. I just finished Always Look on the Bright Side of Life: A Sortabiography By Eric Idle of Monty Python and I really liked it.

29. how do you show someone you love them? my love leanguage is giving/recieving gifts, so I give a lot of stuff. Like jsut little things, like nice post it notes, or like, by them a coffee or smthn

30. do you like ice in your drinks? depends

31. what are you afraid of? amounting to nothing, that everyone hates me, being a failure, letting my family down. To name a few

32. what is your favorite scent? I realy like floral scents, or good food cooking, or like, pine.

33. do you address older people by their name or surname? If I don’t know them well, it’s title and surname, but I have a lot of middle aged adult friends, so they’re first names always.

34. if money was not a factor, how would you live your life? I’d travel the world.

35. do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? I’ve only been in the ocean a few times and I’ve only swam in it twice, but that was to snorkel and my sister and I swam with leopard sharks and it was amazing, but it’s easier to swim in a pool lol

36. what would you do if you found $50 in the ground? If I saw the someone dropped it, I’d give it back, but if not, mine.

37. have you ever seen a shooting star? did you make a wish? I’ve seen a lot and I wish on all of them.

38. what is one thing you would want to teach your children? To love, to be soft and kind and giving, but to understand when to be hard and put yourself first.

39. if you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? I have a lot of plans. The first one I get is gonna match with my sister, in memory of a friend of ours.

40. what can you hear now? I’m listening to some music

41. where do you feel the safest? In my room in my apartment. I’m subleasing to a friend rn bc I had to move back in with my parents for quarantine :/

42. what is one thing you want to overcome/conquer? My deeply ingrained feelings of not being good enough.

43. if you could travel back to any era, what would it be? I would like to live in the late 60s-early 70s for a bit. See good artists when they were up and coming, go to Woodstock.

44. what is your most used emoji? 🥺

45. describe yourself using one word. cold

46. what do you regret the most? Moving back home, tbh.

47. last movie you saw? I watched Gremlins. I went to the drive in the other day with my sister and we saw The Goonies and Gremlins.

#yikes talks #this was a long one oh whoa

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emanoelribeirooficial · 4 years ago

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Fanfiction - The Loud House's Sonic the Hedgehog: The Fastest Thing Alive

[A panorama of Great Lakes City appears, and shows Sonic running away from a hovercraft with advanced technology that is trying to hit him with a laser beam. The chase is stopped]

Sonic: [narrating] So, I know what you're thinking. "Why is that incredibly handsome hedgehog being chased by a madman with a mustache who is destroying an entire city just to catch me?"

[The chase continues]

Sonic: [narrating] Well, to be honest, it feels like I've been running my whole life. And I will not lie, I only ran away several time in my life. Do not believe me? So let's go back a little bit in time, to 5 years ago.

[The story goes back five years ago. An island in the middle of the ocean appears. A young Sonic travels across the island]

Sonic: [narrating] This is Christmas Island, the island where I'm from. It had everything: sandy beaches, cascading waterfalls, public access to loop-the-loops! It was an ideal place to live, except for one person.

[Eggman appears]

Eggman: Hello Sonic, how is your miserable life?

Sonic: [narrating] This is Doctor Eggman, he is the madman with a mustache who I mentioned earlier. He wants to steal my powers to take over the world. But I won't, because I'm too quick for him to catch me.

Sonic: Well, until you show up.

Eggman: Guess what, today is when I catch you, hedgehog.

Sonic: You think, Egg Head.

Eggman: If that's how you think... ROBOTS, ATTACK!

[Eggman's army robots attack Sonic, but the hedgehog destroys them]

Sonic: There's no use using your robots, Egghead. You'll never catch me.

Eggman: If I can't capture you, I will destroy you!

[Christmas Island starts to explode, Eggman runs away]

Sonic: That's not good! I have to get out of here, and fast!

[Sonic picks up a bag full of rings. He uses a ring to open a portal, leaves Christmas Island and stops in a forest of oak trees]

Sonic: No.

[Sonic sees through the portal, Christmas Island sinking into the ocean. Then the portal closes. Five years have passed, Two boys appear talking in a park]

Lincoln: Clyde, have you read the new Ace Savvy comic? It's amazing!!!!

Clyde: Of course Lincoln. I especially loved the ending, where Ace Savvy and his faithful sidekick One-Eyed Jack fight the trash monster, and it looks like it will be continued.

Lincoln: [looks at the watch on his wrist] Look at the time! I have to go home! See you tomorrow, buddy!

[Lincoln leaves]

Clyde: See you tomorrow, Lincoln!

[Clyde leaves too. A turtle crosses the street and is almost hit by a car, but Sonic saves it]

Sonic: Whoa, buddy. You almost got yourself killed out there. What are you, some kind of adrenaline junkie? Must be rough, being slow all the time... Tell you what, today is your lucky day.

[Sonic starts running with the turtle in his hand, with Don't Stop Me Now from Queen playing in the background]

Sonic: Woohoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Have you ever felt so alive?! [lifts the turtle in his left hand] This is great, you're doing amazing!

[The turtle falls from Sonic's hand]

Sonic: Oh, jeez!

[He quickly runs back, grabs it and continues his run]

Sonic: Good recovery. Whoo-Hoo!!!

[Sonic leaves the turtle in the forest]

Sonic: This is going to be our little secret, Okay? [whispers] You didn't see me, I was never here.

[Sonic runs to his cave, and starts to play inside it]

Sonic: [narrating] So, did you think you were struggling to survive? Well, your mistake. I am living my life quite happily!

[Sonic reads several comic books...]

Sonic: [narrating] I have a library,

[... runs into a washing machine...]

Sonic: [narrating] A home gym,

[... and plays with nunchucks]

Sonic: Whoa!

Sonic: [narrating] and a state-of-the-art security system!

[Sonic plays ping pong with himself]

Sonic: [narrating] I even have a ping pong table!

[Sonic drops the bag of rings]

Sonic: Oh no.

[Sonic gathers the rings that have fallen to the ground]

Sonic: [narrating] And if something goes wrong, I use my rings to go somewhere else. But I won't need to use them, this is Royal Woods, the best place to live on the entire planet.

[Sonic runs from the forest to Royal Woods]

Sonic: [narrating] I am their favorite creature, even if they don't know about me. My favorite person is Lincoln Loud. We have several things in common, for example, we are pre-teens, we like comics and video games, and sports. Despite his strange white hair and, sometimes, his selfishness, he is a good person.

[Lincoln arrives at the Loud house]

Lincoln: DAD! MOM! I GOT HOME!!!

[Lincoln's sisters go down the stairs]

Lincoln's sisters: LINCOLN!!!

Sonic: [narrating] He has a large family, and how big that family is, he has TEN sisters! They are: Lori, the older sister; Leni, a little confused; Luna, the guitarist; Luan, the family comedian; Lynn, the sportswoman; Lucy, the goth; Lisa, the scientist; the twins Lola and Lana; and the youngest Lily. Their parents are Lynn Loud Sr. and Rita Loud.

Lori: How was the comic convention?

Lana: Did you get an autograph from Bill Buck?

Lynn: How many comics did you buy?

Lincoln: Okay, no more questions. Now I'm going to take a shower.

[Lincoln starts up the stairs]

Lori: Hey, Ronnie Anne called and said she was going to come here tomorrow.

Lincoln: Okay.

[In Lincoln's bedroom, Sonic spies Lincoln talking to Ronnie Anne on the laptop, through the bedroom window]

Sonic: [narrating] He's a friend of Ronnie Anne Santiago, the toughest girl he's ever met. These two are in love with each other, even if their families don't know it. And there's no point in them denying it, because I know the truth.

Lincoln: How's it going in Great Lakes City?

Ronnie Anne: [via laptop] Okay here, there were some confusions, but they have already been resolved.

[Lincoln chuckles]

Ronnie Anne: [via laptop] Lori warned me that I'm going to visit you tomorrow, right? Why am I going to beat you on "Dance Battle".

Lincoln: Are you sure? Let's see who's the best!

Ronnie Anne: [via laptop] That's right. Smell you later, lame-o.

[Ronnie Anne ends the video call. At another point in the previous day, Lincoln and Clyde watch a ghost hunter program]

Sonic: [narrating] Lincoln's best friend is Clyde McBride. They do a variety of things together, such as playing video games, reading comics and watching ghost hunters programs.

[In a cafeteria, Crazy Carl shows a drawing of the "Sanic" meme to a police officer, Lincoln and Lynn Sr.]

Sonic: [narrating] There is one person in town who's actually onto me. He calls me the "Blue Devil".

Crazy Carl: I almost caught him last night.

[At last night, Sonic makes pranks with Crazy Carl in his traps]

Sonic: [narrating] Say hello to Crazy Carl.

Crazy Carl: [trapped in one of your traps] I know you're out there, and I know you're real!

Sonic: [screams from within the forest] NO, I'M NOT!!!!

[Back at the Loud house, now at night, the whole Loud family is gathered in the living room watching a movie on TV, while Sonic watches hidden behind the door of Lynn Sr. and Rita's bedroom]

Sonic: [narrating] The movie night is my favorite, but as the TV is from coast to window, I sneak into the house through the window of Mr. and Mrs. Loud's room, and watch the movies through the door.

[Sonic plays a psychologist at a dentist's office]

Sonic: [as a psychologist] Don't you think your prolonged isolation is driving you a little crazy? [as a patient] Crazy? Of course not, Doctor! You understood all wrong! [as a psychologist] Despite all that you call friends, deep down, [starts to feel sad] you still feel alone?

[Back at the Loud house, Sonic leaves, saddened]

Sonic: [as a patient] That's I'm afraid to be alone, forever.

[Next day, in the morning, at the Loud house, the doorbell rings]

Lincoln: Who is it?

Ronnie Anne: [outside the house] It's me, lame-o.

[Lincoln opens the door and Ronnie Anne enters the house. Lynn runs out of the house]

Lynn: LEAVE THE FRONT, I'M LATE FOR AN IMPORTANT GAME!!!!!

[Lincoln and Ronnie Anne look scared Lynn leaving]

Lincoln: Let's Play?

Ronnie Anne: Let's go.

[Lincoln closes the door to the house. The same morning, at the Royal Woods Football Field, the soccer game between the Royal Woods Middle School and Tomball High School. Sonic sees the game hidden in the trees]

Sonic: Wow, is Lynn's team playing?

[Sonic goes under the stands and sees the game, which Royal Woods Middle School apparently won. Mid afternoon, the game is over and Sonic goes to the center of the pitch, sees the soccer equipment and starts playing football with himself]

Sonic: [as a announcer and as a player] And the Sonic team needs another victory to win the championship. But they did not have the Sonic team, which wants to end their game unbeaten record. And the game begins, Sonic gives possession of the ball to Sonic, but Sonic catches the ball and runs towards the goal. Sonic gives Sonic a cart and passes the ball to Sonic who dribbles one, two, three, FOUR PLAYERS, now it's just him and the goalkeeper, he'll kick, kick, and it's GGOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAALLLLL!!!!!!!!! SONIC TEAM WINS THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!! [only as a player] WHOO-HOO!!! WE WIN, WE WIN!!!!! YOU COME, FANS????!!!!

[Sonic returns to reality and sees the field empty]

Sonic: [saddened] I really am alone… [crying] All alone... Forever.

[Sonic runs across the field several times, and then emits an electromagnetic pulse that turns off all the energy in Royal Woods and nearby cities. At the Loud house, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne continue to play "Dance Battle". Then, the energy runs out]

Lincoln: What happened?

Ronnie Anne: I think there was a power outage.

[The energy comes back]

Ronnie Anne: See, it was just a power outage.

Lincoln: How strange, it is usually the people who cause this.

[Lynn comes home]

Lynn: Guys, did you see the blackout that happened?

[Back to the Royal Woods Football Field]

Sonic: [scared] Let's pretend that this electromagnetic pulse did not exist and that everything was back to normal, right?

[Sonic runs back into the forest. Meanwhile in the Death Egg, the computer signals the electromagnetic pulse]

Eggman: WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DAMN COMPUTER THAT KEEP ON BEEPING????!!!! [looks at the computer] It can't be, I haven't seen an electromagnetic pulse like that for 5 years! I wonder if he... Orbot! Cubot! send the drones to scan the Royal Woods area, and prepare a laboratory truck for me to use!!! [whispers to himself] If he is alive, I will dissect him piece by piece, and then use his power to take over the world.

[Minutes later, in Sonic's cave...]

Sonic: [talk to himself] I need to get out of here, and fast. I let you see what I take... The rings, the beanbag, the nunchucks, the radio, my comics... Wait a minute, Sonic, don't be worried. It looks like a lot of robots will go after you.

[Eggman's drones appear and scan the cave]

Sonic: Dang it! Me and my big mouth. [whispers to himself] You know what, I'll just take the rings, but where am I going to hide? [had an idea] I know where.

[Sonic arrives in the garage at the Loud house. Meanwhile, at home, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne continue to play]

Lincoln: What was that noise?

Ronnie Anne: It looks like it came from the garage.

Lincoln: I'll go and see.

Ronnie Anne: I'd better go with you, the way you get scared.

[Back to the garage]

Sonic: [talk to himself] Okay Sonic, just choose where you want to go, it could be Paris, Seul, even Tokyo! But I don't want to leave here. [picks up a ring and prepares to use it] Here we go.

[Lincoln and Ronnie Anne appears]

Lincoln: Stopped! Whoever it is!

Ronnie Anne: We have a baseball bat and a super powerful ball launcher!

[The two look at Sonic]

Sonic: Uh... Meow?

[The three scream in fright. Lori appears]

Lori: Ronnie Anne, your mother called saying that it is time to go back to Great Lakes City. [She sees the three in the garage]

Lori: WHAT THE...?!

[Lori throws the baseball bat that Ronnie Anne was holding onto Sonic's head]

Sonic: OUCH! [dizzy] Great... Lakes?

[Sonic drop the ring and a portal to Great Lakes City opens. Sonic falls to the ground unconscious and drops the bag of rings inside the portal, on top of a skyscraper. The portal closes]

Lori: Literally... What just happened here?

[Sometime later, Sonic wakes up tied to a chair and with the whole Loud family looking at him]

Sonic: What happened? And why am I tied? OUCH! And why is there a dog biting my leg?!

[Rita removes the dog from Sonic's leg]

Lincoln: Do you speak?

Sonic: Of course, Lincoln.

Lincoln: You know my name? How?

Sonic: A- I know the name of everyone in the town, B- I kind of watched you for five years.

The Loud Family: FIVE YEARS????!!!!

Lynn Sr.: So Crazy Carl was right all the time! The "Blue Devil" really exists!

Sonic: Now they can call him Carl "Eagle-Eyed Eyes". Now, can you let me go?

[Luna unties the rope]

Sonic: Thanks.

Lisa: What animal are you?

Sonic: I am a hedgehog, I thought you knew that.

Lana: Can I touch your fur? [get a Sonic quill]

Sonic: HEY!!

Lynn: Do you like boxing?

[She punches Sonic in the belly]

Sonic: OUCH!

[He falls, but then gets up]

Lynn: Yeah! I won by knockout.

Luna: What is your favourite song?

Lucy: What kind of poem do you want me to read at your funeral?

Sonic: What?

Leni: I loved your shoes!

Lola: [about the shoes] Very tacky.

Luan: Why did the hedgehog cross the street?

[The questions increase, and Sonic begins to lose his temper]

Lincoln: Calm down with the questions, girls. He's already going crazy.

Sonic: [sigh] Thanks, Lincoln.

[Sonic realizes that he lost his rings]

Sonic: Oh no, I lost my rings!

Ronnie Anne: Rings?

[A black truck appears in front of the house]

Rita: Why a truck is in front of the house?

[Sonic goes to the window to see the truck. Eggman gets out of the truck. Sonic, startled, quickly closes the curtains]

Sonic: Oh no! Not him again!

Ronnie Anne: What happened, uh... what's your name?

Sonic: My name is Sonic. It's Eggman, and I have to hide.

Lincoln: For what reason?

Sonic: He's the reason I'm hiding in Royal Woods.

[The doorbell rings]

Eggman: [outside the house] Is this the Loud's residence?

Lincoln: [whispers] Go to the attic and stay hidden there until he leaves. Okay?

Sonic: [whispers] Okay.

[Sonic runs into the attic. Children go to their rooms. Lynn Sr. opens the door]

Eggman: Hi Mr. Loud, I'm Dr. Ivo Robotnik, and I came to investigate your home.

Lynn Sr.: Why are you seeing only my house? And why did you just come here today?

Eggman: Why your home is a special case. [enters the house] I believe that you are HOSTING the cause of the blackout.

Lynn Sr.: Hosting who? We don't even know what happened!

[Meanwhile in the attic, one of Eggman's drones scans the area. Ball-shaped, Sonic is hiding]

Sonic: [whispers to himself] Okay, I'm a ball. Just a normal ball. I'm blending in like a ball. Shh, stop talking. No, you stop talking. Be quiet, Sonic. You be quiet, Sonic!

[Another drone arrives and scans the area]

Sonic: Don't freak out, don't freak out, don't freak out, don't freak out, don't freak out, don't freak out…

[The scanners for the two drones are about to scan Sonic]

Sonic: I'M FREAKING OUT!!!

[Sonic rolls out of the attic and falls down on the second floor hallway]

Eggman: What was this?

Lynn Sr.: It must be the children playing, no big deal.

Eggman: Okay, there's nothing to see here.

[He pushes Lynn Sr. up the stairs and sees the children playing while Sonic is hiding in Lincoln's room]

Eggman: Here's the thing, I'm never wrong.

Lynn Sr.: Everyone has a first time.

[Eggman looks at Lana...]

Eggman: Hey little girl, what's this thing with you?

[... and picks up Sonic's quill that was with her]

Lana: HEY! That's mine!

Eggman: HA! Look at that. I was right. Note the lack of surprise.

[He calls for a drone, which aims various weapons against the Louds]

Eggman: You have FIVE seconds to tell where the hedgehog is! Five…

Luna: What hedgehog, dude?

Eggman: Four…

Leni: Are you sure it's not a blue toothpick?

Eggman: Three…

Lincoln: We don't know about any hedgehog, you can check the whole house!

Eggman: I know he's here because I'm holding the evidence. TWO!!!...

[Sonic leaves Lincoln's room]

Sonic: WAIT! It doesn't hurt them.

Eggman: [surprised] How can you be ali…

[Lynn Sr. knocks out Eggman]

Lynn Sr.: Lori, take Ronnie Anne back to Great Lakes City! The rest comes with me.

[All the Louds leave the house, Lori and Ronnie Anne go to the van and the others go to Lisa's bomb shelter. Back on the second floor of the house, Eggman regains consciousness and gets up]

Sonic: Hey Egg Head, look here!

[Eggman's drone launches several missiles at Sonic, who escapes through Lincoln's room window, which then explodes. Lincoln sees his room explode]

Lincoln: MY ROOM!!!

[He goes back to see his room destroyed. Eggman's drone goes flying and aims the guns at Lincoln. Sonic realizes what's going on]

Sonic: Lincoln!!!

[Sonic picks up Lincoln and they both get in the van]

Lori: What are you doing here?

Sonic: TURN ON THE CAR!!!!!

[Lori starts the van and they leave for the highway. Eggman leaves the house and sees the van leaving]

Eggman: Don't worry Sonic, [looks at Sonic's quill] because your days are numbered. MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

[On the highway...]

Lincoln: Now... explain to me why you hid in Royal Woods all this time.

Sonic: It all happened 5 years ago ... I lived on an island where there was everything, even loopings! after a battle with Eggman, he blew up the entire island, which sank in the middle of the ocean. I thought I was a forest and I used a ring to come here, and I didn't even know that Royal Woods existed.

Ronnie Anne: Now, about the rings.

Sonic: Rings are mystical objects that allow people to teleport anywhere in the world. And taking advantage of you going to Great Lakes City, I will go with you.

Lori: What do you mean you literally go with us to Great Lakes?

Sonic: Why the rings fell on a skyscraper in the city.

Lori: Oh, that's a fair point.

Ronnie Anne: I know a skyscraper there. When we get there, I'll take you there.

Sonic: Thank you for helping me, [saddened] you could be the best friends a hedgehog could have.

[Everyone is moved by Sonic's speech. Shortly thereafter, Eggman activates the truck]

Eggman: Hmm... Eeny, meeny, miny... MAYHEM!

[Eggman chooses a tank to chase the van. Back to the van...]

Lincoln: You mean you spied on everyone in the Royal Woods for 5 years?

Sonic: To be honest, not all. I am fast and I can stay in several places, but not in all at the same time. I see something in one place, but I miss what is happening on the other side of the town.

Ronnie Anne: So you don't know what happened at Jean Juan's French Mex?

Sonic: No, what happened there?

Lincoln/Ronnie Anne: [both sweating and embarrassed] NOTHING!

[Sonic looks at them suspiciously]

Sonic: Why are you embarrassed? I just asked what happened at... I think I know what happened.. You kissed in the middle of the restaurant and in front of everyone who was there, right?

Lincoln/Ronnie Anne: [both sweating and embarrassed] How is it?

Sonic: There is no use denying it, that was the topic of the moment for a whole week! And thanks to you, I remembered that. Tell me how it went, go!

[A harpoon hits the van]

Lori: What the...?

[Everyone looks at the tank]

Eggman: [inside the truck] POW!!!!

Sonic: Go, tell me how was that kiss!

Lincoln: Have you noticed the harpoon trapped in the van?

[The tank pulls the harpoon and the van close to it]

Lori: Everyone holds on to something!!

Sonic/Lincoln/Ronnie Anne: Why?

[Lori accelerates the van, Sonic is thrown out of the vehicle, turns a ball and destroys the tank. Lori brakes the van and turns back]

Lincoln: Sonic??!!

Ronnie Anne: Sonic!!

[Meanwhile, Sonic keeps spinning and stops being a ball]

Sonic: [gets up] Uh... I think I had an extra life.

[Sonic realizes that he destroyed the tank and heads towards the wreckage]

Sonic: Oh yeah, baby! Sonic, one! [doing the floss] Big tank, zero! I'm sorry, did we get that on camera?!

Lincoln: How are you not dead?

Sonic: [dancing] I have no idea! Do you see me dancing?!

Lincoln: Yes, I saw you dance…

Sonic: [looks at the tank] HA!! Is that all you got?

Eggman: [inside the truck] No, but thank you for asking.

[Eggman activates another robot. Sonic returns to the van. The van starts to move. A mini-truck comes out of the tank]

Sonic: Did that tank have a baby?

[The mini-truck begins to chase the van and launch discs with small electromagnetic pulses, Lori diverts the van from all discs]

Sonic: Dang it, here we go again.

[Sonic goes to the broken van window]

Lori: Where are you going?

Sonic: Just drive there, let me take care of the rest.

[Sonic jumps out of the van and slides through the disks, grabs one and jumps into the mini-truck]

Sonic: Hey, everyone! Welcome back to my livestream! Today, we're destroying robots! Step one…

[Sonic uses the disc to burn the mini-truck's circuits and returns to the van. Then the mini-truck overturns and explodes]

Sonic: We did it!

[A one-wheeled robot only gets out of the mini-truck]

Sonic: Ah, come on.

Lincoln: Okay, now it's our turn.

[Lincoln throws several things from the van on the robot, and damage it]

Ronnie Anne: Lori, slow down!!

[The van slows down and Ronnie Anne wrecks the robot with a car wreck]

Eggman: [inside the truck] OHHHH! GIVE ME A BIG FAT BREAK!!!

Sonic: Whoo-Hoo! Next stop, Great Lakes City!!

[At night, the four arrive at Casagrande Apartment, in Great Lakes City. Bobby and his mother, Maria, wait outside the building]

Lori: [get out of the van] Boo-Boo Bear!!

Bobby: Babe!!

[The two embrace. Ronnie Anne gets out of the van]

Ronnie Anne: MOM!!!

Maria: ¡Mija! Are you okay?

Ronnie Anne: I'm okay, mom.

[Lincoln and Sonic get out of the van carefully. Sonic sees thrilled Ronnie Anne and Maria hugging]

Lincoln: What's up Sonic?

Sonic: It's just... I've never had a family, I've been lonely since I was born. [saddened] And to see a mother hugging her daughter…

Lincoln: Oh…

[Bobby sees the van partially destroyed]

Bobby: What happened to your father's van?

Lori: Well... It's just that some mad scientist tried to kill us because he's after him.

[She introduces Sonic to Bobby and Maria]

Sonic: Uh... Hello?

Bobby: [surprised] He's a talking hedgehog!

Sonic: Because only he knows I'm a hedgehog?

Maria: It's late. Why don't we go in the house?

Everyone: Okay!

[Everyone enters the building, goes up the stairs and goes into the living room]

Maria: MAMA!! RONNIE ANNE HAS ARRIVED, AND WE HAVE VISITORS!!!

Rosa: [inside the kitchen] And who are they?

Maria: Lincoln, Lori and a friend of theirs.

[Rosa came out of the kitchen]

Rosa: And who would this new friend of theirs be?

[Rosa looks scared at Sonic and drops some dishes. Sonic, with his speed, picks up the dishes before they break on the floor]

Sonic: Wow, you almost had a loss with these dishes.

[Rosa still scared, keeps looking at Sonic]

Sonic: So... how many rooms are still available?

Rosa: Uh... three. Why do you want to know?

Maria: They're running away from a mad scientist who wants to capture this hedgehog.

Sonic: Can we hide here? It's just for one day.

Ronnie Anne: Please, Abuela.

[Rosa think about it for a second]

Rosa: Alright, you can stay here.

Lincoln: Yeah!

[Everyone except Sonic goes to their rooms. Moments later, on the roof of the building, Sonic looks at the stars]

Sonic: [thinking] Should I go somewhere else, I don't want to be alone again, but I don't want to leave my friends in danger. In fact, they are not even my friends, they are just helping me to escape. [eats a Chili dog] But I care about them! I think getting out of their lives is the best thing I can do.

[At that very moment, in the truck, Eggman puts on some headphones, goes through the playlists and chooses the song Where Evil Grows, by Poppy Family. The music starts to play. Eggman spins in his chair, clearly enjoying himself. At the workplace, a mechanical claw holds the quill. The doctor grabs it, pushes a few buttons on a nearby computer to prepare a feeding tube, before taking a pair of connecting cables and connecting them to the blue thing. Failure in the lab. The doctor returns to the board, holding a lighter and looks for the fuses. He opens a metal box on the wall with the circuit breakers labeled "Self-Destruction", "Badniks" and "Evil Lab". He reactivates the lights, closes the lighter and starts the song again… to dance while the quill is placed on the tube by the mechanical arm. Eggman then moves all-in, activating a holographic display of a snowy hill behind him, and he pretends to ski it. Then, the image changes to a hologram of a T-Rex, which "chases" the doctor. He pretends to run, before throwing the headphones on. He turns and lowers his head, looks like the dinosaur has bitten. The lights start to flash and the dance continues. turns around again and raises his arms. In the next letter, it swings back and forth. Some beeps are heard. Eggman run to the force tube, where the "Power Analysis: Unlimited" and "Sonic Found" warnings are displayed above it]

Eggman: So you're already in Great Lakes City, Sonic? Live your last moments of freedom. MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!! ORBOT!!! READY THE EGGMOBILE!!! With this kind of power, my machines can finally reach their full potential…

[Casagrande Apartment, 7:00 A.M. All the Casagrandes are in the living room having breakfast. Lori appears]

Lori: Good morning guys!

The Casagrandes: Good morning, Lori??!! LORI!!!

Carlota: What are you doing here?

Lori: Lincoln and I, along with Ronnie Anne, were on the run from a mad scientist who tried to kill us and capture Sonic.

Frida: I understand. But who is Sonic?

Lori: It is a talking blue hedgehog that literally runs at supersonic speeds.

Carlos: A talking blue hedgehog that runs at supersonic speeds? THIS IS A GREAT SCIENTIFIC DISCOVERY!! Where is he?

Rosa: Carlos, don't even think about studying about that erizo, especially now that he's being chased.

Bobby: Yes. But stopping to think now, where is he?

Maria: Exactly. And where are Ronnie Anne and Lincoln too?

[At that same time, in the center of Great Lakes City; Lincoln, Ronnie Anne, and Sonic, disguised with a cowboy hat and the shirt that Bobby wore when he worked at Gus' Games and Grub walk towards the skyscraper]

Sonic: Are you sure Bobby won't be annoyed that I wear his shirt?

Ronnie Anne: Of course, he doesn't even work at Gus' Games and Grub anymore.

Sonic: Ok then.

[Halfway through, they buy three ice creams]

Sonic: Now that there is no one behind us at the moment, you could tell me how that kiss happened.

[Lincoln and Ronnie Anne are embarrassed]

Ronnie Anne: [embarrassed] Why do you want to know how it happened if you know we kissed?

Sonic: I wasn't there at the restaurant, so I didn't see anything.

Lincoln: All right, I'll tell you how it happened.

[A flashback about the "Save the Date" episode begins]

Lincoln: It all started the day before at school. Some boys kept making fun of our friendship, saying we were dating. I always want to insult her, saying she was rude and gross and totally annoying, and I even said that I would rather lick the bathroom floor than kiss her.

[The flashback is interrupted]

Sonic: That's rude, Lincoln. Keep talking.

[The flashback continues]

Lincoln: Then she told Bobby everything, who broke up with Lori. And in order for the two of them to get back together, Lori and I would have to go on a double date with them so Bobby could see me being nice to her.

Sonic: And... What happened?

[The flashback is interrupted]

Ronnie Anne: The boys who intubated him went to the restaurant.

[The flashback continues]

Lincoln: They started mocking us again and I insulted her unintentionally again. So I decided to apologize to her in front of everyone who was at the restaurant. But instead of saying…

[The flashback is interrupted]

Sonic: You kissed her in front of everyone!!

[The flashback continues]

Lincoln: Exactly!!

[The flashback ends]

Sonic: Wow! I wish I could have seen that!

Ronnie Anne: You should have seen what happened at school the next day.

Sonic: I should have seen what?

Lincoln: She slapped me in the face.

Sonic: Wow! Is it all just because of a kiss?

Lincoln: Yes and no.

Ronnie Anne: The boys upset him again, and for them to stop, I slapped Lincoln in the face. And then the boys thought we'd broken up, and they stopped disturbing him.

Sonic: And so, the "Date Saga" ends. Wait, why didn't you guys really date to make fun of them?

Lincoln: [embarrassed] Well, it's just that we, being a couple…

Ronnie Anne: [embarrassed] Me and Lincoln dating? Well, I'm not sure it…

Sonic: Shh... I understand. Maintaining a relationship is difficult, but starting one is even more difficult, as there will always be someone jealous to make fun of you.

[Lincoln and Ronnie Anne did not understand what Sonic said]

Ronnie Anne: It's okay.

Lincoln: Now, talk a little about yourself.

Sonic: I already talked about me, in the van.

Lincoln: Oh, that's right.

Ronnie Anne: So, talk about your powers.

Sonic: My powers? I was born with them, and even today I can't control them. When I get too emotional, I create a so-called electromagnetic pulse that can cause a blackout in a giant area.

Lincoln: So it was you who caused that blackout, was it?

Sonic: Yeah.

Lincoln: But why?

Sonic: I was hidden for 5 years, without anyone knowing about my existence. I was sad and very lonely, and to unload that sadness, I started running in circles on the Football Field. I ran so much that I released that electromagnetic pulse.

Lincoln: It must be boring to be alone, with no one to talk to, play a game…

Sonic: Yeah, it's really boring.

[The three of them arrive at the skyscraper]

Ronnie Anne: Yeah... we're here.

[Sonic, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne go to the top floor of the skyscraper, totally crowded]

Sonic: [saddened] So... I think it's goodbye.

Lincoln: You don't want to leave, am I right?

Sonic: Yeah. But I need to leave, not only for my life, but also for yours. Only then will you be free from Eggman.

Lincoln: It's okay, Sonic. No matter where you go, your friends will always be [points to Sonic's heart] here.

Sonic: Want to say that you... you two... are going to be my friends?

Ronnie Anne: Uh... yeah.

Lincoln: We will be the best friends you never had, even if you have to go.

Sonic: Woah! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

[The three embrace. Then, one of Eggman's drones appears, prepares its weapons...]

Ronnie Anne: Watch out!

[... and launches a missile at the skyscraper's window. Everyone who was on the scene, except Sonic, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne, run away]

Sonic: What is going on?

[Sonic takes off his disguise. Several drones surround the building. A highly technological hovercraft appears and opens the cockpit, q revealing that it’s Eggman, now in red overalls]

Eggman: Hello Sonic, how long ago.

Sonic: Eggman? How is it…

Eggman: I found you? Well, let's say you left something behind.

[Eggman samples Sonic's quill that he picked up at the Loud house]

Ronnie Anne: Lincoln, isn't that…

Lincoln: The quill that was with Lana?

Eggman: The time for talking is over! It's time to push buttons.

Sonic: Your technology may have improved over time, Dr. Eggman. But let's face it, you'll never catch me.

Eggman: Confidence! A fool's substitute for intelligence.

[Eggman activates the drone's weapons]

Sonic: That's not good.

Lincoln: Uhh, Sonic? I know you've got the super speed, and everything, but Ronnie and I?

Sonic: Totally defenseless? Probably gonna get blown up?

Ronnie Anne: Pretty much, yeah.

Sonic: Don't worry. I know exactly what to do. [whispers to Lincoln] When you get to Royal Woods, let your sister know, okay?

Lincoln: What?

[Sonic throws Lincoln and Ronnie Anne off the skyscraper. Eggman looks down at them in surprise, then sits back]

Eggman: [surprised] I was not expecting that... But I was expecting not to expect something, so it doesn't count.

[All of the drones open fire at Sonic, but they slow down and stop, just as they're about to hit the hedgehog. Still in slow motion, Ronnie Anne and Lincoln falling and Eggman reaches out to press the red button]

Sonic: Look at this! I took nine million steps today.

[Sonic waves some of the rockets out of the way, grabs two of them and drums down the bullets flying towards him. As Sonic dismantles the drones, Eggman's finger inches closer and closer to the button. When he presses it, the Eggmobile is charged up and flies straight upwards. Just as Sonic pushes two of the drones around so that they will fire at each other...]

Sonic: [doing finger gun gestures] Pew! Pew, pew, pew! Pew, pew, pew, pew…

[... the machine flies back down and pulls out a laser. Sonic's eyes widen in horror as it is fired. He tries to get out of the way, but the beam blasts him out of his bullet time. Sonic, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne are in free fall. Sonic picks up a ring and teleports Lincoln and Ronnie Anne to Royal Woods. In Royal Woods, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne fall into a pool near the Loud house. They emerge from the pool]

Lincoln: Let's go! We need to call Lori and let the others know.

Ronnie Anne: Okay.

[The two leave the pool. In Great Lakes City...]

Sonic: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[... Sonic skids, falls down a tree and lands on the sidewalk. The broken drones and rubble fall down around him. Then, the Eggmobile appears]

Eggman: Sonic, can I give you one genius piece of advice? Don't run. It'll only hurt more if you do. And it's bad for your joints, they've proved it.

Sonic: All right, Eggman. You wanna get fast? Let's get fast!

[Sonic starts running]

Eggman: The hard way, it is.

[Eggman begins to chase Sonic. The chase scene begins. The Eggmobile charges after the target. Running through the streets of Great Lakes City, Eggman fires his laser constantly, but they miss due to Sonic's agility. The chase is stopped]

Sonic: [narrating] So, here we are again. We've been through so much together! Now you understand why there's a psychotic robot doctor chasing a superSonic blue hedgehog! Wanna know how it ends? Yeah, me too!

[The chase continues. Sonic and Eggman saw it on a corner]

Eggman: That was an illegal left by the way!

Sonic: This is impossible! [picks up a ring] No one has ever reached me before.

[In Paris, a mother and daughter are looking at a mime, because of course they do. The child seems particularly uninterested, until the mime makes a circle with his arms, revealing the ring portal Sonic just made]

Sonic: Coming through!

[The hedgehog speeds through the ring, passing the three occupants. The mime ducks]

Mime: "Sacré bleu!"

[Eggman follows afterwards]

Eggman: "Excusez-moi, monsieur!"

[Another portal opens on the Great Wall of China. Both Sonic and Eggman fly through it]

Sonic: Here we go. Road opening up!

[The Eggmobile swirls around, but Eggman is still able to keep up, even though the blue hedgehog jumps around and runs along the walls of the passage. Sonic quickly throws out a third ring, leading them to Egypt]

Sonic: I can't lose him.

[Eggman shoots a sphinx and tries to hit Sonic. The hedgehog skids in the sand and has an idea]

Sonic: If you don't beat him, blind him.

[He swirls around the plain of sand, circling Eggman's machine. A sandstorm flies up, blinding Eggman...]

Eggman: I lost... the visual contact!

[... but then he sees Sonic, running up the edge of the Giza Pyramid]

Eggman: You're not allowed up there! That's one of the Seven Wonders!

[He speeds out of the tornado. Just as Sonic throws out another ring, Eggman activates his laser again, blowing Sonic through the portal. In Royal Woods, where it has become night and in front of the Loud house, the other end opens and Sonic falls through it, landing on the asphalt, ruffled and defeated. His ring pouch slides along the road, out of the hedgehog's reach. From inside the Loud house, Ronnie Anne sees the ring through the window]

Ronnie Anne: Sonic?

[She and the rest of the Loud family leave the house towards the sidewalk and see Sonic lying on the street]

Luna: What happened?

Lynn: Is everything okay with him?

Lucy: Did he die?

Lily: Wonic?

Lincoln: [thinking] What happened to him?

[Lincoln looks down, sees the bag of rings and picks it up. The Eggmobile slowly exits the portal]

Eggman: MUHAHA!! You're an astonishing little creature! It'll be fun to take you back to the lab for a litany of invasive exploratory procedures. Any last words?

Sonic: N-no. [passes out]

Ronnie Anne: But we have.

Lincoln: Leave him alone, Eggman.

Eggman: WHOHOHOOO!! A pre-teen couple protecting a hedgehog? This is so cute. I hate cute things.

Sonic: W-what are you two doing?

[Sonic passes out again]

Eggman: Tell me, how are you two going to stop me?

Lincoln: It will not be alone.

[Royal Woods citizens begin to appear. Lori and Bobby arrives in a Casagrande Market's van]

Bobby: What's going on here?

Lori: It's him!

[The two get out of the van and see Eggman being surrounded by the citizens]

Lynn Sr.: You want to catch the Hedgehog, you're going to have to go through me.

Rita: And me.

Clyde: And me.

Albert: And me.

Mrs. Johnson: And me.

Scoots: And me, moustache.

Lori: And me.

Bobby: And me.

Officer Schoffner: [points a gun at Eggman] And me.

Crazy Carl: [raises a chainsaw] It messed with the Blue Devil, it messed with Royal Woods!

Lincoln: [whispers to Ronnie Anne] Come with me, I have a plan.

[The two go inside the Loud house]

Eggman: [chuckles] YOUR FOOLS!! DO YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP ME??!!

[Lincoln and Ronnie Anne go through the portal and jump on the Eggmobile, without Eggman noticing]

Eggman: I will take the power of this hedgehog and conquer the world, even if I kill you all!!

Lincoln: Hi!

Eggman: WHAT THE...?!

Ronnie Anne: "¡Sorpresa!"

[She punches Eggman in the face]

Eggman: You two…

[With two mechanical arms of the Eggmobile, Eggman grabs them by the neck]

Eggman: You really were meant for each other. So much so that they're going to die together now.

Lincoln: You wouldn't have the courage to kill us.

Eggman: Are you doubting me?

[The mechanical arms tighten the necks of Lincoln and Ronnie Anne a little more]

Ronnie Anne: Y-you should learn to shut up.

Lincoln: I know.

Lynn Sr.: ROBOTNIK, Let go of my son!!

Bobby: And my sister too!!

Eggman: [chuckles] How can you stop me? You only have one gun and one chainsaw! They'll get what they deserve for disrupting my plans, and the only one who can stop me is passed out!! Where was I? Oh, yes, I was choking you both. [to Lincoln and Ronnie Anne] Any last words?

Lincoln: L-Let her go.

Eggman/Ronnie Anne: What?

Lincoln: I just want to save Sonic.

Eggman: Sonic's fate already sealed, I want to know why I should spare her life.

Lincoln: The idea of jumping on the Eggmobile was all mine, she only accompanied me because I called her. I deserve to die, not her.

Ronnie Anne: Why are you doing this Lincoln?

Eggman: Really Lincoln, why are you doing this for her? Say Lincoln.

[Lincoln looks seriously at Eggman]

Eggman: SAY!

[Lincoln still looks seriously at Eggman]

Eggman: Wants to know? There's no need to say, I think I know what it is.

Lincoln: And what is it then?

Eggman: Love.

Ronnie Anne: [surprised] What? Lincoln Loud has secretly fallen in love with me? Well, we already kissed once. But what you said. Now you've gone crazy... [to Lincoln] Isn't that right, Lincoln?

[Lincoln still looks seriously at Eggman]

Eggman: He will not say because he is afraid of not being reciprocated. Even though you two are best friends, Lincoln feels that you are his soulmate, as you both have several things in common, in addition to both having a very good and long-standing friendship. [to Lincoln] Isn't that right, Lincoln Loud?

[Lincoln stops looking seriously at Eggman and lowers his head with his eyes closed]

Lincoln: [sigh] Just please... let her go.

Eggman: [whispers to Lincoln] Because of you... she's going to die too.

[Mechanical arms tighten around Lincoln and Ronnie Anne's necks again]

Bobby: Officer Schoffner, can't you just shoot him in the head?

Officer Schoffner: I can't, I can end up hitting the kids.

Bobby: Dang it. [to Sonic, still passed out] Sonic! You need to wake up now!

Lynn Sr.: [to Sonic] They need your help!

Rita: [to Sonic] Especially now!

Lincoln: [short of breath] H-help, Sonic!

Ronnie Anne: [short of breath] S-Sonic, wake up!

[Sonic wakes and gets up]

Sonic: Let... them... go, Eggman.

Eggman: Why? You don't even have the strength to stand.

[Sonic begins to have lightnings through the body]

Sonic: Let... them... go... NOW!!!!

[The lightnings around Sonic increase. Eggman loose Lincoln and Ronnie Anne, and holds the mechanical arms. Eggman is surprised by the power of Sonic]

Lincoln: He's all yours. [whispers to Ronnie Anne] Come on.

[They get out of the way]

Officer Schoffner: Everyone, get back!

[All of Royal Woods' residents step away, safely out of Eggman's line of fire]

Sonic: I think you have something that belongs to me.

[The hedgehog makes a fist, lightning flies from the Eggmobile to Sonic's fist. Eggman struggles a bit, until the glass around the quill inside the machine breaks, disabling it]

Sonic: This is my power. And I'm not using it to run away anymore. I'm using it to protect... my... friends!

[Several rockets appear along the rims of the ship and laser pointers crawl over the asphalt, towards their target. Sonic gets down on his hands and knees, both of them are ready]

Eggman: You're mine, Hedgehog!

Sonic: You'll never catch me!

[After a moment, the doctor makes his move. The rockets fly away to Sonic, who evades them and launches himself against the Eggmobile. He reaches the accompanying wall, bounces of it and attacks again. He goes on and on, ricocheting around the ship in a haze of blue. Eventually, he slides back to his starting position. The Eggmobile is severly damaged]

Eggmobile Computer: System error! System error! System error!

Eggman: Now you've done it!

Sonic: Guess what, Eggman?! I'm not leaving Royal Woods, you are! [to Lincoln] Lincoln?

[Lincoln takes a ring and creates a new portal. Both Sonic and Eggman speed towards each other. Sonic, in his ball form, hurls himself against the nose of the ship, completely wrecking it. The impulse causes the doctor and his device to fly through the ring, to the Death Egg. Eggman screams as the portal closes. Sonic's powers gradually dim down and the lightning disappears. The crowd cheers. Lincoln and Ronnie Anne run back to their friend]

Lincoln: Yeah, you did it.

Sonic: No. WE did it.

[Sonic and Lincoln greet each other with a High Five]

Lincoln: I think these belong to you.

[Lincoln returns the bag of rings to Sonic]

Sonic: Thank you very much.

Lincoln: And don't throw people off the top of a skyscraper.

Sonic: You know I can't promise that.

Lincoln: You did well, hedgehog.

Sonic: Thanks, "Ultra Instinct".

[Everyone starts laughing]

Sonic: I think someone wants to talk to you.

[The two look at Ronnie Anne]

Sonic: [whispers to Lincoln] Good luck.

[He goes to the Loud family]

Lincoln: [whispers to Sonic] Wait... Sonic.

Ronnie Anne: Hey.

Lincoln: [a little clumsy] So... What do you want to talk about?

Ronnie Anne: It's about that moment on the Eggmobile.

Lincoln: Oh..

Ronnie Anne: Were you going to die for me?

[Lincoln starts to feel embarrassed]

Lincoln: [embarrassed] Well…

Lynn: [by far] Kiss her, you coward!!

Sonic: [by far] I'm waaaaaaaaaaaitiiiiiiiiiing!!

Lincoln: [embarrassed] Shut up!!

Ronnie Anne: [chuckles] I guess I was wrong, you're not as scared as I thought.

Lincoln: [embarrassed] Uh... Thanks.

Ronnie Anne: And one more thing. Was what Dr. Eggman said true? You love Me?

Lincoln: [embarrassed] A-as well? As a f-friend or…

Ronnie Anne: Or…

Lincoln: [embarrassed] Or... as a girlfr…

[Ronnie Anne interrupts Lincoln by putting her finger in his mouth...]

Ronnie Anne: [repeating what Dr. Eggman said] Wants to know? There's no need to say, I think I know what it is.

[... pulls Lincoln by the shirt to her and kisses him on the lips]

Lincoln's sisters: Aww…

Sonic: Yeah... It makes up for what I missed at the restaurant that day.

[Bobby receives a message on his cell phone. It is his mother, Maria, warning that he and Ronnie Anne should return to Great Lakes City]

Bobby: I have to go, Babe. [kisses Lori on the cheek] I'll call you later.

[Bobby walks over to the Casagrande market van]

Lori: Goodbye, Boo-Boo Bear.

[Bobby gets into the van and starts honking]

Bobby: [inside the van] Ronnie Anne, let's go!!

Ronnie Anne: I'm going! [to Lincoln] Someday we'll finish that game, okay?

Lincoln: [embarrassed] O-okay.

[Ronnie Anne walks towards the van...]

Ronnie Anne: Smell you later... Lame-o.

[... and gets into the van]

Lincoln: Goodbye... Ronnie Anne.

[The Casagrande Market's van leaves. Sonic goes to Lincoln]

Sonic: So, what has happened now?

Lincoln: I don't know, it looks like she's changed, she hates being kissed in public.

Sonic: But it was she who kissed you.

Lincoln: Exactly! That was very strange.

Sonic: Yeah, very strange. When's wedding day, Lincoln?

Lincoln: [visibly blushing and a little irritated] Ha-ha, very funny.

Sonic: 🎵"Ronnie and Lincoln sitting in a tree…"🎵 [giggles] 🎵"K-I-S-S-I-N-G."🎵 [giggles]

Lincoln: [visibly blushing and a little irritated] Wow, how much maturity.

Sonic: But seriously, when will the two start dating?

Lincoln: [visibly blushing and a little irritated] Won't you stop?

Sonic: Okay, okay. [chuckles] I stopped now.

Lynn Sr.: [by far] WHAT HAPPENED TO MY VAN??!!

Sonic: Who's going to tell him partly that Eggman detonated the van?

[The two begin to laugh]

Sonic: [narrating] From that moment on, my life had changed for the better.

[One week later. Sonic runs through Royal Woods and greets the citizens]

Sonic: Hi, Officer Schoffner!

Officer Schoffner: Hi Sonic! Slow down, or you'll get a traffic ticket!

Sonic: Okay!

[Sonic sees Clyde walking down the sidewalk]

Sonic: Hi, One-Eyed Jack!

Clyde: Hi, Blue Blur!

Sonic: [narrating] I could finally stop hiding, because everyone knew about me, and accepted the idea of a superSonic blue hedgehog who talks about living among them.

[Sonic arrives at the Loud house, and sees Luna and Sam playing guitar in the garage]

Sonic: Hi, Luna. Hi, Sam. Cool jams.

Sam: Thank you Sonic. We were actually making a song for you.

Sonic: Wow! I thank you for making a song for me.

Luna: The name of the song will be "The Fastest Thing Alive".

Sam: Yeah, and the refrain is like this, listen.

[The two begin to play their instruments]

Sam: ♫ "Sonic, He can really move;" ♫

Luna: ♫ "Sonic, He's got an attitude;" ♫

Luna/Sam: ♫ "Sonic…" ♫

Luna: ♫ "He's the fastest thing alive..." ♫

Sam: ♫ "He's the fastest thing alive..." ♫

Sonic: ♫ "He's the fastest thing alive!" ♫

Luna/Sam: Yeah!!!

Luna: Rock n Roll, guys!

Sonic: The lyrics are amazing, girls! When they finish let me know so I can see the two sing.

Luna: Okay, dude.

[Sonic enters the house and goes to Lynn, who has a stopwatch timer]

Sonic: Hey Lynn, how long has it been?

Lynn: According to the timer, you ran through the entire town in 25 seconds.

Sonic: WOO-HOO!!! [doing the floss] World record!

[Lincoln, on the second floor of the house, sees Sonic and runs to the attic door]

Lincoln: [whispers] Is ready?

Lisa: [whispers] Affirmative, Male Sibling.

Lincoln: [whispers] Okay, I'm going to bring him.

[Lisa closes the attic door]

Lynn: Can you be the fastest swimmer in the world?

Sonic: No, I hate swim.

[Lincoln goes down the stairs]

Sonic: Hi Linc.

Lincoln: Hi Sonic! What are you doing here?

Sonic: I came to see how long I run for the entire Royal Woods.

Lincoln: Cool. Come on, we have a surprise for you.

Sonic: Wait, how do WE?

Lincoln: The whole family has created a surprise that you will enjoy.

Sonic: Uh... Okay!

[The two go up the stairs]

Sonic: So, where's the surprise?

Lincoln: In the attic.

Sonic: Let's go!

[The two enter the attic]

The Loud Family: SURPRISE!!!!

Sonic: Oh, my…

[Sonic sees in the attic all his things from his cave]

Sonic: Are you kidding me? I can't believe it... How did you... It's... It's all here... Look at this! Are you kidding? And the beanbag?! No way! Oh-ho-ho! How did you even get this... And you got it all the way over... Oh!

[Sonic runs happily through the attic]

Sonic: [happy] I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it!

Lincoln: Well, welcome home.

Sonic: Thank you... so much.

[Lynn and Luna enter the attic]

Lynn: Did we miss something?

[Everyone starts laughing, then the outside of the Loud house appears]

Sonic: [narrating] I'm Sonic, a little blue hedgehog with extraordinary super speed powers, who is chased by a crazy mustached scientist, and has several friends who live in a small town in the northeast United States! And you may be asking yourself, "Has this hedgehog's life improved?" I reply to you, "I'm living the best life a hedgehog can have! I wanted friends and fate gave me a family! And there's nothing that can ruin my new life."

[Meanwhile in the Death Egg...]

Orbot: Uh... Boss, Are you fine?

Eggman: If I'm fine? If I'm fine?! [angry] I almost lost my entire fleet of state-of-the-art robots trying to catch a hedgehog, and you ask if I'm fine?!! I WANT TO SEE YOU ASK IF I AM FINE WHEN I DISASSEMBLY YOU WHOLE, YOUR PRINTABLE OLD CAN!!!

Orbot: [scared] O-okay, boss.

[Orbot leaves]

Eggman: You may have beaten me now Sonic, but don't forget that your archenemy is Doctor Eggman. So get ready, because soon, your powers will be mine and I will take over the world!!!

[The outside of the Death Egg appears]

Eggman: MUAHAHAHAHA!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

THE END

#sonic movie #the loud house #dr. eggman #dr. robotnik #lincoln loud #ronnie anne santiago #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #fanfic #ronniecoln #crossover #au #alternate universe

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okimargarvez · 5 years ago

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OIL & WATER

Original title: Acqua e olio.

Prompt: what if and post 13x12.

Warning: none.

Genre: angst, romantic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Matt Simmons.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 71 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💑😘.

Song mentioned: Stavo pensando a te, Fabri Fibra feat Tiziano Ferro.

GARVEZ STORIES

Note: I written this story after analyzing the same episode and scene (the first with Lisa) because... you can understand.

OIL & WATER

And there I felt strange you know why, I was thinking of you, I was thinking that... we should never have met

She goes out first, walking fast on her very high heels. He, trained, used to running at least ten kilometers every morning, struggles a lot to keep up with her. When he finally reaches her, she is leaving the parking area. -Garcia, where are you going?- he is about to grab her for the arm, but at the last, he changes his mind. And then, there is really no need. The blonde stops as if he did.

He can't see her face, because it's already dark and the few lights don't help at all. Besides, she's turning her back on him. So, he doesn't notice that she locks her eyes tightly, before replying. -I have to take the subway, Esther is at the mechanic.- she explains, in a toneless voice, after all she doesn't think it could really interest him. A moment of silence follows, albeit embarrassing.

He wonders why she continues to be turned to the opposite side, and above all to treat him in that way. A moment ago she was super nice, with a person she had known for two minutes. -I can give you a ride.- he again makes the gesture to touch her, but gives up, perhaps fearing a worse reaction.

In fact, the blonde turns to him to shake her head, without looking up at the man. -No thanks.- polite, professional. But so little Garcia and even less Penelope. Could it be that she can't be herself when they are alone? All of this has nothing to do with taking Morgan's place. And he can’t understand what the reason may therefore be.

He remains placed in front of her, as an obstacle between woman and freedom. -But it's ridiculous, we are going to the same place.- trying to reason with her is not the best move. Despite the shoes and the generally unstable appearance, she tries to overcome him and manages it gracefully. He stays a second motionless, processing the shock. Something is definitely missing. He sighs, starting to chase her again.

She emits an inaudible puff, far too trodden. -Yes, but I don't think I can hold your guide again.- and in her voice there is a mix of emotions: a crust of irony and malice, a core of anger and sadness. Here's how to apply his geology degree in the wrong way. He walks by her side, although he is convinced that she is not following a specific direction. She is trying to tire him to get rid of him. Poor naive, she has to do much worse than this to tired him.

Her eyes are fixed in front, while those of the man don’t lose sight of her for a moment. As has happened so many of those times since he knew her. Definitely too many. -Don't be ridiculous.- that adjective came out once more.

She doesn't seem to like it at all. For this reason, she stops abruptly, deigning to look at him as if she had something before her that doesn’t even deserve to exist. -Look, Luke.- he should jump for joy that she called him by his name, rather than by surname or other strange nicknames, right? Yet it’s not so. -I'll be there much sooner than you, on that jalopy.- she indicates the agent Alvez's car, much more similar to a pickup truck; the man is surprised to discover that she knows the features of his car. She never came aboard . But she will have read the data in his file. Probably... -So, don't worry.- she gives him a smile that is anything but sweet and reassuring, a blatantly ironic wink and starts walking again.

After recovering the use of his jaw, Luke hurries to reply with the less stupid joke that runs through his brain. -This is very plausible, but it still seems ridiculous to me.- he smiles in turn, but she is not looking at him and doesn’t pay any attention.

She rolls her eyes, increasing her pace. -Whatever, bye.- for this reason he is forced to grasp her concretely by a wrist and not just evaluate whether to do it or not.

-Hey, no, I insist.- she frees herself from the grip almost immediately, looking at him with hatred, not even he tried to touch her breast. Excellent thought, Alvez, continue along this road, at least you will be sure of crashing. -Come with me.- he proposes however, silencing that voice that scolds him inside his head and that even has a face. His brother, who, even from Paradise, doesn’t cease to tease him. -I promise I'll drive slowly.- he makes another beautiful smile, one that is impossible to resist.

Penelope appears to be the exception. Your exception. -Alvez, you don't need to be a gentleman with every female creature.- here it is, here is his surname and the way she says it, the way she moves an eyebrow, the grimace on her mouth... it's all so fucking erotic. But it doesn't seem right to think of such a thing shortly after going out with another woman. -And if you really must, at least not with me.- Luke takes a little too long to get back to earth.

He walks a step ahead of her, trying to stop her. -Do it at least for the environment.- yet another smile, this time more uncertain, but no less full of hope.

Penelope rolls her eyes. -You are really a hard head.- but she has gave up. Man enjoys victory, savoring it for as long as possible. They heel turn, returning to his car. He manages to anticipate her and open the door. The blonde seems annoyed even by this gesture. But inside she can’t deny having always imagined it (and even dreamed).

He gets on board in turn, starts the engine. He drives and she looks out the window. -What is all this silence?- he is unable to bear it. She usually can't keep quiet, she talks frantically about any topic, delirious, gets lost in her worlds.

-If I wanted to take the underground there must have been a reason.- she only replies, contrite. -I wish I had a moment just for myself to think.- but he still catches something.

In her tone he showed a minimal fragility. If there is something sexier than her annoyed expression addressed to me, it is when she allows me to touch her soul. -Oh.- Luke takes his eyes off from the road just thousandth of a second. That grumpiness doesn’t hide her sadness well enough. -And about what?- he endeavors not to make his awareness too evident. There is one thing that has always been clear to him, and is that she doesn't like to show herself weak with him. Although on a few occasions she hasn't been able to avoid it.

She turns to him. Going against all his principles, Luke does the same, to catch as many clues as possible on her face. -Do you think this any of your business? You are intrusive.- he just can't stop himself. Even if it's the least suitable thing to do, he bursts out laughing.

-Really, Garcia?- at least he opts for the surname. -Do I have to remind you that you interrupted my appointment and you also wanted to meet Lisa?- before that grimace returns to peek over her mouth, a shadow passes before her eyes. Exactly the instant he pronounces the female name. But it will certainly be a coincidence. Of course, it's a coincidence! Are you sure you have obtained the certificate of passing the profiling course? Marcus would surely have made fun of him a lot at that time; he wouldn’t have missed a single occasion. He swallows, chasing away the melancholy out of the window.

-Well, I didn't do it because I wanted to.- a point for her. But still the woman's voice doesn’t seem particularly convinced and firm. -And I had to verify that she wasn't mentally incapacitated when she agreed to go out with you.- she has achieved one of her goals, or so she believes. He holds back the laugh but not the smug smile. How can you ask yourself why she continues to behave like this with you? You like it so much, it's like a drug. It is not really his brother; it is a projection of his unconscious. And this is even worse.

He focuses exclusively on traffic, that is fairly scarce considering it's Wednesday night, almost half past eight. You would preferred quite a traffic jam for stay stuck with her, is not so? Oh, but stop it. He drums with his fingers on the wheel. -Very funny. But it was Phil who did it all.- Penelope is unable to mask her amazement.

She blinks several times. -Oh, now I understand many things...- Phil, he is the one I have to thank for this fantastic surprise. Two years of hard work, of encirclement, ruined by a single blind date. And I had also thought he was cute! But, not being able to blame on the main culprit, the instigator, she lets off steam with the material executor, sitting next to her. She just looks at him badly, even if she would like to hit him with something.

-What?- he asks, the most innocent of the expressions on his face.

Penelope snorts, choosing to pardon him. Ha ha, comfortable decision, nothing to say. -Nothing, keep your eyes on the road.- she reproaches him, and Luke, knowing that it is the right thing, obeys. A second later her cell phone rings. -Hello?- he lights up like a Las Vegas sign. -Yes, chocolate thunder, no, later, now I can't.- she giggles, winks. He squeezes the steering wheel until he leaves the imprint of his fingers on the rubbery surface. Obviously, there is nothing done in leather and obviously she pretended not to have noticed it. -I love you, too.- she hangs up, but continues to smile inside herself for a good minute. Until she realizes that he is peering at her out of the corner of his eye. -What's wrong?- no smiles, no sweetness, only annoyance.

And he is desperately happy for this. -Was it the former SSA Derek Morgan or did this case stop something special for you too?- he doesn't know why the hell he had to say it, in such an obvious way. For a few terrible moments he believes that she can see the green monster that is perched on his back. Anyone in her place would do it. But luckily for him, he is not alone in being comically naive.

He earns just a smug grimace. -Still with that, Alvez?- he doesn't reply, but it's nice to be watched by her, to be the center of her attention, even if only for three seconds. -You really don't want to give up. I already told you, my private and romantic life is not your business.- yes, she had also made it clear to him one of the first times in the elevator, to then add a series of unwanted details about her Canadian boyfriend. Who knows what happened to him... if he ever really existed.

He continues to drive, but his tongue also goes its own way. -To be even, I should appear sneaking during your romantic outing...- yes, he can imagine it. He wouldn't have behaved so warmly in her place. He would not even have been able to simulate happiness to see her in an intimate attitude with another man. It's hard even to think about it! But Garcia hadn't simulated at all, that's for sure. And therein lies the problem.

Always annoyed, with the head turned again towards the window and the uninteresting landscape that flows beyond the glass. -Look, I didn't choose it, I had much more to do than come looking for you.- every now and then a half lie will certainly not ruin her karma. Discussing with Sergio the next shoes to buy is considered a real activity, isn't it? -It's Emily's fault. She said this case was too bad to wait for you.- and it really is, judging by the few details that she noticed as she read the file, sandwiched among strangers on the subway.

-Ok, ok, I was just kidding.- he apologizes, noting that there is something wrong, something more, which certainly doesn’t concern the case they will have to face, although, he would be really stupid if he hadn’t noticed how much she lets herself be involved by each case. -What's wrong?- the blonde can’t bear to see the slightest tinge of concern towards her, not on his part.

-Please, Luke.- it is not the first time she does it and it is not a plea at all. -I don't want to talk. Please.- but the last sentence comes out a little more natural and weak. He sighs, happy on the one hand to be in the car, because she can’t escape, nor try to send him away, as she had done the year before.

He glances at the blonde's hands, entwined on her lap, her fingers quivering and her nails stuck in the flesh. He rolls his eyes for a moment, because he must have seen wrong. She is certainly not the self-harming type. -Even if you keep me at a distance, I can't help but worrying about you.- he would like to caress her hand, only to touch it, but he knows that she would not like it and can’t bear the idea of making the situation worse. -You're my friend.- it is the first time he says it, that one of them says it out loud.

Penelope doesn't seem to give much weight to his statement. -Oh really?- now she looks even angry, pissed off. -That's why you introduced me to Lisa as a colleague of yours.- ah, that's where the sore subject was. Was she offended because he called her by that title? It had come out spontaneously, he had certainly not thought it. He never imagined he could find himself in such a situation. And since when did the BAU tech go around the city to pick up the latecomers?

For once, however, he has the perfect replica and doesn’t intend to let her get away with it just because She is... She is what, little brother? We both know which adjective you managed to censor from your mind. But sooner or later you will have to face it and the consequences as well. How soon it depends on you, unfortunately. -I think you did the same thing.- he replies. The blonde opens her perfect mouth, covered in lipstick. -"We are strictly work colleagues, yeah, yeah"- he imitates her, even if he is not very good.

However, she blushes anyway. -I don't speak that way!- she protests, with a shrill tone that is really too comical. At least he managed to get her away from that halo of sadness that he just had time to grasp before she dissimulated.

He runs his tongue over his lips, tickled by the idea of provoking her and unable to resist. The blameless Alvez. The best altar boy of his parish. The winner of all quizzes during the catechism. He changed. -Then, the chocolate thunders was Morgan, wasn't him?- how he was able to use that nickname, he will never be able to explain it. But it was worth it, for upset her and send her into confusion. It is only in these rare moments that he can hope to smooth the surface and increase the subtle crack of her soft armor.

Unfortunately for him, Penelope has recovered very quickly. -Why are you interested in knowing?- for a thousandth of a second he imagines telling her the truth, brutal, which perhaps she hasn’t confessed to anyone, not even to Roxy. Because I'm fucking jealous of him, of your relationship but also of any man who can show interest in you, I'm jealous of you, shit, fuck. Maybe without all those bad words, even if they fortify the concept.

Of course, his reaction is diametrically opposite. -Simple curiosity.- he even shrugs. -Since I'm not your type...- another hit has get the target. She seems to be on the point of wanting to put her arms around his neck... not for embrace him, nor for kiss him with passion. Rather to choke him. But the awareness that such an action would lead to only one certain result (an accident) blocks her.

-Asshole...- she is sexy even when she swears. -How much of my speech did you eavesdrop?- it is not just a question, it is a claim, a precise request. She demands information and knows she will get it. Before giving her such satisfaction, however, Luke takes time, makes fun of her and has a lot of fun doing it. As always. He is digging his grave by himself, but perhaps the hole is not yet deep enough.

-I have not overheard, I have a developed hearing.- he eventually tries the joke, and, of course, she doesn't find it funny or witty at all. He scratches his head, embarrassed. -And... Enough.- just to get out of this situation, he is willing to turn this around on her, even if it is a very mean action. -Like oil and water, huh? Silk and sandpaper. Elton John and Madonna before they kissed.- Penelope covers her face, preventing him from catching her reaction, but he could swear that her cheeks have turned red.

-Ok, ok, enough.- it is the closest thing to a plea he can get. -You know what I meant.- she stutters. It is the first time during this evening that she seems really in trouble. But taking advantage of her weakness in a shameless way would make him feel... exactly like shit.

Luke therefore decides to play it in a completely different way: instead of enlarging the crack in her, he shows the same openness in himself, trying to make her understand that it is not something to be afraid of... but unable to convince even himself. -I know, Garcia? How could I?- he gives her a single glance, quick but withering. -Read you is much more difficult than it seems.- she swallows, shaking hands until her knuckles turn white.

-I don't see why you should do it.- she replies, however, not quite willing to give up. -I'm serious.- and so is her tone. Stiff. -Focus on the job, Roxy... Lisa.- she adds the name to the last and seems to have cost her some effort. -Not on me.- the man doesn't really know how to respond to such a phrase, and in any case his attention is quickly captured by another event.

-Damn it, there was an accident.- fortunately, however, nobody seems to have reported serious damage. Surely she is also susceptible to such a kind of "shows". And then he would have felt guilty, as if he had provoked it with the power of thought. -We'll be stuck here for a while, I guess you should warn Prentiss...- being practically still, motionless, he can allow himself to look at her more carefully. -Garcia?- she is still turned towards the window, but her shoulders are shaking, the whole body is jumping unequivocally. -Is the prospect of spending a few more minutes with me really so terrible?- he tries to be funny, as usual puzzled by the pain he feels in seeing her cry. He will never get used to it.

Penelope, however, doesn’t show magnanimous. -You are not funny.- she manages to articulate, between a sob and another one. -I told you to let me take the subway.- she takes off her glasses and places them on the dashboard. Then she turns with a jerk towards him, allowing him to ascertain the seriousness of the situation. -Stop looking at me, please. I'm not a circus phenomenon.- he doesn't even know what hurts him the most. That she could believe such a thing of him, that voice so cracked that it is not clear how she is still alive, or her appearance in general, those big tears that never cease to wet her face. I've never really seen her cry. And this too is nothing but a drizzle, compared to the storm.

As soon as he recovers, he hurries to deny. -I never thought of that.- and this is the last straw. Even though it may not be the right thing to do, he is no longer able to hold back. He reaches out and finally lays his hand on the female ones, untangling them and moving his fingers over hers. -Really, Penelope, I can't just turn away while you're crying.- also the first name. It's over. For Luke it is as if he had explicitly declared himself. But not for her.

She, however, incredibly, doesn’t drive him away, allowing him to intertwine their fingers. -I told you that I cry constantly and that I am a sensitive person.- without those glasses to shield her, she seems almost another person, but she is not. It is always her, it was she when she called him Newbie and she is still her when she gives him a smile. -You forgot it, didn't you?- it is not a provocation, the bad thing is that she is truly convinced of it.

Luke shakes his head slowly, so as not to frighten her. -Never.- he simultaneously increases the grip on her hand. -You are the one who perhaps forgot what I told you that day.- it's one of those moments. They stare at each other intensely in the eyes, so alienated from the rest of the world that they no longer remember where they are.

Someone behind them honk. He detaches, without hiding his displeasure, and goes on those few meters of the street that have freed themselves. -No, I chose to ignore it which is different.- Penelope takes advantage of this to reply, feeling an immense chill now that the contact has broken.

However, Luke doesn’t seem willing to let her win. -Why? I meant it seriously.- Are you aware of how much you are risking, brother? If you take another step, you can no longer go back. You're practically serving your heart on a tray and... no, that's too much for me too. I refuse. You have always been the sappy one among us. Again stuck, again he watches her try to settle down, wipe her face, which remains red.

-I doubt it.- that moment is gone, lost and who knows how long he will have to wait to get another one. -Anyway, leave me alone. There is nothing you could do to help me.- and technically it's a half lie. When they look at each other in that way, she almost believes that the feeling is mutual. But she won't be investigating just as they are going to work and after stopping his gallant date. If he really felt anything for her, why would he go there? It was Phil who insisted. Yes, but…

-Garcia?- she goes back to the real world and doesn't like to see him so close, without realizing it. What else could he do? Luckily, he is not that kind of man.

-If you mention it to someone, I will find a way to hack your account and apply for a transfer to Poland.- she threatens him instead, wearing the glasses and recovering her ice queen attitude.

She doesn't see it, but Luke smiles. -Why exactly Poland?- he doesn’t care that she treats him badly, anything in order not to see her sadder. -Don't worry, I can keep a secret.-

The most tragic thing is that he can't stop thinking about her, even during the case. And the situation gets worse when Emily assigns Luke and Matt to surveillance in the park. Hours and hours to watch and wait. It is inevitable that he will end up letting his thoughts run free. And he lets himself go, sending her a single, miserable message. Very short. Are you feeling better? Penelope doesn’t answer him, on the contrary, she avoids talking to him; finds the information requested, but without interacting as usual, she not surely makes joke. She seems strange, different, and this only increases his concern.

-So, what is her name?- Matt's question catches him totally unprepared. He almost jump. He thanks that it’s pitch dark, so he can't notice his comically burgundy cheeks. An undercover mission expert like him, what a shame! Only later his brain processes the sense of the request.

Luke pretends to be unaware and innocent. -What are you talking about?- he strives above all to maintain a neutral, indifferent tone of voice, and it is no small feat.

Mainly because Simmons has been a profiler for longer than he is and he is also very good. He, on the other hand, is very scarce if it comes to lying in his own shoes. Luke, you finally act like a human being. Mister Perfection was distracted at work... oh, I would have really liked her, as a sister-in-law, I'm sure. But it is an absurd consideration, since in reality it is still he who speaks. -You must have looked at your cell phone at least ten times in the past five minutes.- the friend's tone is playful, but also insinuating. -It's not like you.- he has understood more than he should have.

And maybe he needs to talk to someone about it. Maybe it might even make him feel good. After all, Matt is the best male example he knows. Married for years and with four children. Happy and in love. He and Kristy have so much chemistry that they seem to have just met. -It was a blind date, Phil arranged it.- he then begins to tell. -She is... smart, nice, beautiful...- he is not lying, he really thinks so. -A doctor who has worked on the front line in many bad places.- that is, they have had similar life experiences. But can it be enough? Or it may even be the opposite, negative, because with so much accumulated pain is unlikely to be able to soothe that of another person. -Really, she's fantastic, only that...- he hesitates, fearing the reaction of his friend. Fearing that he can say something definitive to him, such as that Garcia clearly feels nothing for him and that he has to jump for joy just because she treats him as a human being... sometime.

The friend scrutinizes him, wondering if it is appropriate to insist. -Only what?- Luke shakes his head, retrieving the binoculars and showing himself particularly busy.

-Nothing, it's better to leave it alone.- Matt reaches out and touches his arm.

-It’s up on you, man.- he nods and reciprocates the hold. -You know I'm here when you want.- he sighs, warning that it is very close to the moment of surrender. Does he really want to stay in this limbo forever? Better to find out that he doesn't have a single chance... of course, it won't be easy to stop feeling bad, maybe it will never happen, but... is preferable pain or uncertainty?

He takes courage. -It's just that it's all so complicated.- he feels stupid and childish, the loser protagonist of a romantic film. -Going out with her made me realize that I am ready for a relationship, you know, when I was with the fugitives team I didn't want bonds, I preferred to be alone.- and it was better. No problem, no anxiety.

Matt gestures he has understood. -Well and what's the problem?- Luke smiles, giving him reason. Yeah, little brother, what's the problem? It is you. Only you.

-That I'm a fool.- a chuckle escapes him. -A hopeless jerk. Because she is fantastic, but she is not...- he would have said it. This time he really would have done it, but fate decides otherwise.

He stops at the same instant in which the other looks through the binoculars. -Hey, there's movement.-

When the phone rings and the voice mail goes, Luke feels selfishly and cowardly happy. Tackling her personally would have been really embarrassing. Not that isn't in this way, but... assuming she doesn't reply with another message... He sighs, remembering that his time is limited. -Hello, I'm Luke.- well done, Mr. Obvious. -I promised you I would call and I'm doing it.- even better. -I wanted to tell you that I felt very comfortable with you, you are a splendid woman, but I just don't think it can work.- taken from anxiety, he overlaps words and sentences. -You deserve sincerity and I haven't been completely honest.- he scratches his head. -I'm single, but mentally busy. I hope you won't hate me too much when you'll listen to the message and... That everything goes well to you.- he remains with the phone in hand for a full minute after hearing the click signaling that the seconds are finished.

He had no more chance to argue with Matt, if not on the jet, but he couldn’t be sure that the others wouldn’t have heard. And, it's okay to be willing to spill the truth, but not in such a public way. He prefers to stay out of the way and listen to music. One song more wrong and deleterious than the other. But deep down they convince him of the need to put an end to this situation. That's why as soon as they land in Quantico, he hurries to Garcia's office. It is a pity that just when he is about to grab the handle, the door opens and behind it the woman appears, who miraculously manages to remain standing. -Alvez!- a shrill scream escapes her. -Damn, you're trying to kill me?- she puts her hand on her heart. It's probably just a theatrical gesture, but it has the effect of shaking him too, because he went to read the Battle file and therefore knows that he shot her in the heart. Probably weakening it. -What are you doing here?- she has started to breathe and speak normally again.

Luke watches her type the code quickly and turn back to him, arms folded. -We need to talk.- he can only say, but it is already something, indeed, is a lot. He almost laughs at it, because it seems like a sentence that she should say to him, if they were engaged and he has something to fear.

Penelope looks at him even more badly, not understanding the reason for such hilarity. -And what should we...- she was about to give him a minimum of rope, but something suddenly makes her change her mind. -I can't now, I have to go home.- she walks with a firm step. Just like that evening, and it seems a year has passed, instead it is only two days, he chases her, keeping her pace with difficulty.

But there is a different atmosphere. Above all, it is Luke who is different, his attitude. He has unprecedented security, which half intrigues her and half scares her. Just like that mischievous smile. -On the subway?- and the pleased tone as accompaniment.

Penelope rolls her eyes. -Of course, mister, I'm always without a car.- she replies with the same voice, the same insinuations. Sexual tension, because this is what it is, is practically tangible. He would like to kiss her without adding another word. After all, it would clear up any doubts much faster.

-Perfect.- he grins, contenting himself with taking her by the shoulders until they reach the parking area. He leads her inside, but doesn’t her let go. He enjoys the shocked expression, the eyes almost out of their sockets, the redness due not only to embarrassment.

She protests several seconds late, impossible not to notice. -What the hell are you doing! Are you crazy?- when the doors have closed and the elevator is started, and he is sure that she can't escape, unless he pushes a button and blocking it, making his situation worse, Luke leaves her free. He shakes his index finger in front of her face.

-No, I'm just anticipating your protests.- he replies, unable to get that sly smile off his face, aware of increasing her annoyance and perhaps even happy about it.

She probably understands it too, so she sighs and moves away as much as possible, almost leaning on the cold wall opposite her. -You do not let me take the subway even tonight?- he doesn't answer, he doesn't need to. -What are you, my personal driver?- this time she doesn't give him time. -I would never have hired you.- Luke laughs, appreciating as usual both her sagacity and the unique way in which she teases him.

He forces himself to return serious. -We have things to talk about and I think a trip by car is a good starting point.- she had certainly not imagined so much. Poor babe, did she really think he would talk to her inside this elevator, that it would all be so simple? -At my house.- despite having repeated not to react to his provocations, in order not to give him satisfaction, she doesn’t make it.

Her mouth opens wide. -I won't come to your house at this hour.- she shakes her head vehemently. -Forget it, get it through your hard head.- Luke imitates her even though she can't be sure he did it on purpose. He places both hands on her arms and holds her closer to him. Dangerously. Penelope hushes instantly, crumbling like a flower torn from a lawn.

He realizes the power he has over her, but he doesn't take advantage of it as much as he could have done. -No, you will listen to me and do what I ask you or because you have faith in the world and in your neighbor and by extension also in me.- he observes her as she absorbs his sentences, his theories; she is forced to admit that he is right. -And above all because you can see Roxy again.- here, he uses his golden card. How can you say no to such a proposal? It seems to her that he can see inside her mind. The image of his dog envelops everything. She detaches him from herself abruptly, giving him a too weak push.

-You are a bastard, Alvez, using your dog for your sordid goals.- at that moment the elevator doors open wide. He grabs her wrist, walking in the direction of his car.

He admits his guilt. It doesn't cost him much. -I know.- he opens the door and helps her to get on. -Get in.- it sounds like an order, but his gaze has something more. For this she obeys, and then if she tried to rebel would only have lost the balance and almost certainly... she would fall into his open arms, open wide and waiting.

They stare at each other for at least thirty seconds, she sitting uncomfortably in the passenger seat, he with his hand resting not far from her leg. Too close. -But how kind you are, Lisa has already understood what a delicate man you are?- her joke breaks the atmosphere. Luke blinks once and quickly turns around, appearing next to her.

He buckles up and gives her an ironic smile. -Funny, but it's not her problem.- but she doesn't understand his insinuation. -And in fact, our discussion is about this.- not even this clarification seems to help her.

-You want to scold me again for intruding?- she is annoyed, exasperated. She also wears the seat belt, but doesn’t turn to the window. Does he want to play heavy? Well, she certainly won't back down. She won't allow him to win. -How many times will I have to tell you that it wasn't my choice?- Luke doesn't reply, but he seems... disappointed? -And anyway, you can go out with her again...- a shadow passes in front of her and her lower lip trembles. -... right tonight, and leave me in a few meters, where there is a bus stop...- the man catches the provocation and hurries to insert the lock on the doors.

-No, you don't move from here and neither do I.- he specifically chosen his car as the location. To prevent her from even thinking about an escape. They have to close this story tonight, whether it ends with a slap and a broken heart or with... anything else. Discussing with Matt, albeit briefly, helped him; he told the truth: he never felt good to have a relationship, but going out with Lisa made him understand that he is finally ready. But there is only one woman he would like in that role.

Penelope doesn’t imagine in the least what goes on in his head, all this torment. -Do you prefer to spend the evening in the car with me rather than anywhere else with Lisa?- yes, he would like to shout. Yes, that is true. -You got problems, Alvez, that's why you've been single for so long...- he can almost see his brother Marcus high five her. Instead, the blonde captures something completely different in his gaze. -Oh, hell, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.- her face darkens. She has lost all desire to joke.

He doesn’t allow her to continue to believe such bullshit. -Why ever you should apologize, it's the truth.- she doesn’t seem to believe him. -I haven't had a relationship in a very long time, but in this period I understood that I want one and that I'm ready.- the way she misunderstands every little thing he says, nobody ever can. Every step forward that he thinks he has taken, she shows him that he was actually walking like a shrimp, backwards.

She crosses her arms, she seems to want to embrace herself, she caresses her ribs in an insecure gesture. Then she looks up, but can't stare at him for more than two seconds. -Good, good for you and Lisa.- it is clear that she would have liked to say it with a disinterested and abrupt tone, but she falters. -I'm sure you two will be very happy together.- a sob escapes her.

Of course, Luke notices it. He shrugs. -Who can say, but I think I'll never find out.- he now believes he has finally made it clear that he is not interested in Lisa as a woman, for a relationship.

For a few seconds he basks in this illusion. Until she opens her mouth and ruins everything. -Are you not going to ask her for another date?- he doesn’t have time to respond, she seems caught by a divine illumination. -Wait, I get it, I understood what you want to talk about.- at least she came out of that tragic melancholy. -You need advice on how to deal with her, right?- he feels observed. -There is nothing to be ashamed of, I will gladly help you.- Ah, little brother, I understand why you fell in love with her. Who besides her could be genuinely happy with the idea to helping you conquer another woman, despite she too is in love with you? His foot almost slips off the pedal. When did she ever say this? How can I be sure of what she feels? He prefers not to ask himself if he is asking himself or his brother, or his conscience. Is there then a difference?

He makes a series of controlled breaths to calm himself before actually making an accident. -Good to know, but would you help me even if the woman wasn't Lisa?- of course Penelope doesn't even think for half a second that she can be the lucky one.

-Who should it be?- apparently, she was cheering for Lisa, because the thought of another rival upsets her. -You met another woman while you were out...- he slices the sentence with a gesture of the hand to the limits of education. Luke, do you know that abuela would spank you if she found out?

He gives her a slightly more careful look. She is really pretty, more than pretty, with that denim jacket. She seems younger, it gives her a sportier and more casual look. Not that he doesn't like when she wears one of her "usual" clothes. -No, I already knew her for a while.- she continues to wallow splendidly in her naivety.

Part of her doesn't want to continue this conversation. -And you didn't like her before?- she can't help but ask, even if it will only hurt her. At least she was able to meet Lisa in person and therefore understanding what a beautiful person she is. But if you talked to her for about two minutes! The rational Garcia protests, trying to make herself heard. This is enough for me to read inside people, there is no need to be a profiler, it is a natural gift of mine… replies the eternal dreamer. Too bad the other has the answer ready. Sure, let's talk a little about Baylor-Battle...

It is a real luck that Luke starts talking again, forcing her to stop that rather disturbing intestinal clash. -I always liked her, indeed, I believe that now is also something more.- You believe, Luke? -But a little I was too stupid, a little I didn’t think I was enough for her, a little I was afraid of being able to hurt her and I would die if it happens...- he's damn melodramatic. He gently brakes at a red light. He looks at her, hoping that she will read the other half of the sentence in his eyes, the one he has not uttered.

She looks back at him, but doesn't seem happy. -Oh, hell, you're really in love.- rather ... upset. As if she had never conceived the idea that he could have such a strong feeling towards any living thing outside Roxy.

Luke nods. He swallows, with that knot down his throat. -I know it is so.- a hoarse, low tone comes out. -I tried to pretend nothing happened and I hoped that everything would disappear by itself.- only Penelope Garcia can’t understand that he is talking about her.

In fact, as expected, she shakes her head, a little too desperate, though. -It doesn't work like that, Luke!- here is her naked soul shining, completely exposed. -It's never that simple. I say this from personal experience.- and perhaps he is just deluding himself, making fun of himself, but he really seems to suggest that this is about him. It is not for some gesture, nor for the choice of words. It is only because of what is hidden in her dark eyes. And now also clear. -Indeed, the more you try to forget and the more you remember.- she sobs, once. Then she recovers.

He nods. -Yeah.- unfortunately, the light turns green. -And then I was sure she didn't like me, not at least in that sense.- he resumes the speech from where he left it. The woman's reaction is completely unexpected. She bursts out laughing, a laugh of taste, heartfelt, not simulated or ironic.

She struggles to hold herself. -I know I've always treated you badly, but I'm not blind, I know how to be objective and I see the possibility that a woman may not like you really difficult.- he is definitely improving, because he doesn’t accelerate or brake too drastically. -In that sense.- yes, she practically admitted to finding him attractive, from a physical point of view. Even though she said the opposite to Lisa, just a few days ago.

It is not pride that speaks for him. -Really? Why?- although the idea of hearing her say something more explicit is tempting... and for once she satisfies him, even if it wasn't in her plans. But Garcia and delirium are one.

She sighs, determined not to open her mouth. -Uh, you won't push me to praise your sculpted muscles or your deep brown eyes.- she blushes, realizing that she has just contradicted herself. She looks away, returning to the beloved window. -I'm only sorry for Lisa, because she seemed really a nice person and she will be very hurt.- it's his turn to laugh genuinely.

-You aren’t able to not empathize with the whole world, right?- but it is a joke full of sweetness, approval and above all affection. Did he really have a choice when he started collaborating with BAU? Would a man not engaged in a stable relationship who had come to occupy his place be able not to fall in love with a woman with such a big heart? For a second he is frightened by a thought: what if he doesn't love Penelope but what she represents? Absolute love.

-It's stronger than me, I don't do it on purpose.- she replies, as if he had accused her of who knows what terrible and dark crime. -I can't help it.- yes, it would be nice to believe that she does it on purpose to get compliments. But there is nothing built in this super-charged woman with accessories. -Was that what you wanted to talk to me about? Do you want advice on how to conquer this woman or to understand if she also feels something for you?- here we go again.

Rather than appear annoyed or demoralized by always colliding against the same wall, he decides to remain positive and tries to turn the thing in his favor. -I would like it if you could really help me.- yes, it would be really fun to see Garcia help him make his relationship with Penelope work.

Maybe something has really changed between them, because she no longer looks like the same person. She no longer wants to fight, to appear surly. Or won't it be easier to talk about him and another woman than do the same about the two of them? -Well, you can tell me something... I'll try.- she doesn’t promise anything, but instead of taking advantage of him for make a joke or to make fun of him, she gives him a small, tender smile.

RIght the push he didn't need. -Well, she is gorgeous and she says she knows, but I don't think she's really convinced of it.- too easy, otherwise. -She is the most generous person I have ever known. She loves every living being, even me...- he giggles. -I just don't know if she loves me as I would.- he sighs. -Oh, she's an absolute genius, even though I never told her clearly.- yes, he just teased her about it. -And she's beautiful, beautiful in her own way.- his face folds into a sweet and deeply in love expression. He just can't hide what he feels. It is overwhelming.

She also realizes it, although she continues to ignore this feeling. -Wow, she seems... she looks really fantastic.- she swallows and her hands tremble. She tries to keep them still, then gives up and let them do what they want. Her shoulders drop. To get out of it, she finds no other way than to torment him. -You're right, I think she's too much for you. I was joking!- but this time she doesn't even last before finishing the sentence.

-But I don’t.- Luke replies instead. -I know she is too much for me, but I must at least try, to get rid of all doubts.- and weight. But there is not much time left. Less than five minutes before they get to his street.

Penelope looks down, hands folded. -Yeah, blessed are those who have the strength.- she implicitly suggests that this is not her case. Luke can't bear to hear all that sadness in her voice, not because of the mistaken belief that he is in love with a woman who is not her. Is it possible that every time he tries to console her, he ends up making her cry or otherwise worsening the situation? Why can't he live up to his own words?

This is why he comes out with that nonsense. -She said I'm not her type.- obviously she doesn't remember saying the same thing about less than seven hours ago.

She feels bad for him. Here, this is love, to desire the happiness of those who love each other even when it doesn’t correspond to ours. He has a long way to improve his feeling. -Shit, this isn't good.- at least he managed to distract her again. A few more kilometers. -Are you sure she was serious?- she has asked the right question.

-At the beginning I thought she really thought it, but then I talked about it with a friend...- yeah, they had a few minutes to get back to the matter, before getting on the jet and he was only able to ask him that little detail, without adding names and surnames, but he was quite convinced that Simmons had added them on his own initiative. -Indeed, with Matt and he told me that in reality most likely she said it to protect herself.- he hopes that having mentioned the name of their colleague and friend might suggest something to her. -That her attitude in general leads more to believe that she likes me.- he looks at her eyes for some positive reply. Nothing. Rather.

-Oh, well it's great.- a slight tremor in her tone. -I'm happy for you!- finally, she breaks, like a crystal, without making noise. Her lips wrinkle, the lenses of her glasses get wet, her eyelids collapse.

He brakes, almost in front of his house. -Garcia, your eyes are shiny.- he reaches out and touches her arm. No reaction. He gently caresses it. -And I don't think my story moved you.- she absolutely doesn’t want to look at him. Not in this condition. Why the hell does she end up whining at least five times a day? And two ahead of him only in the past three days. Crying is too intimate, even more than making love.

Here, wrong thinking. Luke unfastenes his belt. He is wearing on a very tight black sweater again. He loves dark colors; she loves all the colors. They are so different, practically incompatible. -It's just... The cold that makes my eyes water and...- and she can't stay a second longer in this car with him. -Since you're okay, can't you leave me somewhere near my house?- she knows he will never accept, otherwise he wouldn’t have brought her here. But she doesn't understand what it was for. He didn’t want real advice. Why didn't he discuss it with JJ or Emily? Better yet, Tara. There was a clear brother-sister relationship between them. She had also been jealous of her, for a while.

Luke has reached the limit. He stretches completely to also unfasten her belt. -No, and you don't need to lie.- no more, his eyes suggest. He puts his hands on her arms again and climbs, slowly, until he stops on her cheek. -I still want to be the someone you want to go to when you cry.- he whispers. The first time had been a statement, although neither of them had understood it. This evening is too obvious for anyone, however naive, to be unaware of it. -I've always been here.- and he is. She too. They have always been them. She is the woman with whom he would like a relationship. The fear is so crippling that for a moment she thinks that she will die, because the heart will no longer beat. She takes a step backwards, colliding with the window.

She shakes her head, grabs the handle, but the door remains closed. -No, no, no.- she no longer knows where to go. -It's absurd. Please, let me off.- she begs him, also grabs his hands, in order to corrupt him, convince him. -Don't force me, please.- he is almost tempted to please her, for not see her so lost.

But he is doing it for both. -I can't ignore it, I don't want to.- he intertwines the fingers of their hands and caresses them with his. -Talking still gives some relief. Open up with me.- he lets go of one of her hands to brush her cheek and wipe away a tear. -Why do you need to cry? What is the reason?- damn it, it's you, Luke, don't you understand? Why do you want to force me to say it? It cannot be true that you like me, in fact, that you are... in love with me. And so, I will end up messing up everything and we will no longer be able to work together and...

-It’s you, you and all your stupid romantic speeches.- she pushes him, but only gets to unbalance him towards her. -Do you remember the Canadian boyfriend? He took flight long before you arrived.- so, he had really existed, but was gone, deduces the astute profiler. -You're not the only one who's been alone for so long.- she chuckles at the oddly apt repetition. -The difference is that in my case... leave it.- was she really going to confess that it hadn't been a choice for her, but a condition? That after Sam there hadn't been a single man who asked her out, if she doesn't count those in chat, discarding the bots? -Listening you talk about how you feel about that woman... It hurt me, because I know nobody will ever think these things about me.- she is sobbing, cursing herself and cursing him even more as he tries to embrace her, despite the location and position are not the most comfortable for this gesture of affection.

-Garcia...- he manages to whisper before she stops him. If he used her name, she would definitely collapse.

-No, don't you dare start babbling things like 'you're beautiful, I'm sure there are a lot of guys who would queue to go out with you'.- it wasn’t exactly what he intended to say, but lets her conclude. -Others, before you, have already played this card. Don’t lie to me.- he makes a great effort to reject jealousy. Because he knows very well who she is referring to. Former super special supervisor Derek Morgan, no less.

-I didn't mean that.- he therefore defends himself. -But you got almost there.- he raises her face by placing his thumb under her chin, as he has only seen in movies. -Because you are beautiful, very beautiful, at least for me.- ah, he finally spat it out and really, there is no chance to go back from here.

Penelope is perfectly aware of this. After an initial shock, she reacts with a mix of fear and anger. -Open this damned door or I'll break it with something!- she looks around, but sees nothing that goes well. -Open it! Please!- Luke takes her by the shoulders again, noting the negative sides of an intimate conversation in the car. It is really difficult and uncomfortable to approach her and hold her close.

-Why do you have to run away?- he answers by himself. -Matt told me and in retrospect I got there myself.- she is telepathically telling him how much she hates him. -I couldn't consider your super-open attitude towards Lisa as proof that you didn't like me. Because it’s you.- and this breaks every pattern, even Reid's stats. -And the rest... It was too exaggerated even for you. I wondered if you would have done the same thing with one of the others... And then I understood.- he doesn’t expect her next move.

-You want me to admit that I have a crush on you? Is that what you want?- as an appetizer it would be fine. -I admit it! Have you heard? It's true, I have a stupid damn crush on you!- if he ever dared to dream of a declaration on her part, she certainly wouldn't have such a tone, but sweet and in love. -Are you happy, now?- she gives him a boost. -Satisfied?- another, slightly stronger. -I don't understand the meaning of this cruel game. Now do you want to open the door?- Luke just shakes his head. Her jailer doesn’t know pity. -Do you want to know something else? Even if I have a crush on you, I don't want to, I don't want to cry in front of you!- she has found a way to hurt him. -I don't want you to be that someone! You don't deserve my tears.- the man sighs, then walks away, giving her at least some space.

-Maybe you're right, about the second part.- he is keen to clarify. -I would never want to make you sad. It was not my goal.- but it is becoming anyway.

And she realizes it and is not happy to see him in such a condition. -Then was for what?- she watches him unlock the doors. -I don't want to go into your house.- she then stutters. -Not even for Roxy isn't worth that.- she is not sure. -Don't you have a bit of pity?- her eyes pierce him.

-Garcia, Penelope...- he corrects himself promptly. -You have deliberately ignored part of our speech.- she knows which part. -Will you ever lower your defenses in my presence?- she shakes her head, but, absurd, now that she could grab the handle and run away, she doesn't.

-No.- she indicates him, and then herself. -See what happened even with the drawbridge raised.- will the day ever come when one of her jokes will not hit him, indeed it will bore him? -You still managed to break into the castle.- definitely no. And he tries hard not to notice the involuntary double meanings.

-But I am still lost wandering along the boundary wall and reaching the court is very complex.- he follows her speech, tries to enter her world to make it clear that they can be something, that he is not only a former man hunter, Roxy's father, an annoying colleague. That there are many things she still doesn't know.

She swallows. -Why should you want it?- here we are. That moment has come.

-Do you really want me to tell you this in here?- he knows it as she does.

Penelope shrugs. -It’s the same...- that half pout really marks the point of no return. Luke looks at her for a few seconds, in every detail.

-All right. As you prefer.- he leans over her, slowly, giving her enough time to understand what's going on, even to avoid it, but he knows she won't. His hands surround her face. A second in which they look at each other in the eyes. He lifts it up her chin until their lips collide. Now he can admit it: he imagined a thousand times how their first kiss would have been and for the most part he believed that passion would prevail, given the almost two years of repressed tension that they had to vent. Instead it is unexpectedly sweet and almost childish. -You are that woman.- it is the first thing he says to her, when he detaches himself gently from her. She has kissed him back, albeit with a slight delay. -The woman you admitted that is fantastic. And you are.- And you know, he adds in his head, continuing the rhyme. -And I like you, a lot, even something more.- he answers all her silent questions. -And yes, from the beginning. And it is both because everything you say seems to me like cast gold, and because I find you attractive.- he sees in her gaze the beginning of a protest. -Don't start.- he admonishes her affectionately.

-No... It’s not possible that a man like you...- she stutters, but no sentence seems appropriate. -Have you see yourself? Have you ever see yourself for real, to understand how beautiful you are?- there must also be mirrors in his house, unless he's a vampire. -Drop-dead beautiful.- she adds. And then, she becomes a mirror in which his soul is reflected. -No, you are not so superficial, you are not aware of it.- and she always knew it, inside herself.

Luke raises his eyebrows. -We suffer from the same disease, then, because I think the same thing about you.- and the only thing he wants to do is savor her mouth again, endlessly, he doesn't even need to move his hands, he is happily satisfied with just long kisses. But he knows that instead he has to keep talking, to convince her. -You are wonderful, not only inside, but also outside, it is so.- and she insists on not believing him, after she has made it clear. -I admit that your whole being makes you even more beautiful... But regardless of everything... I was immediately, hopelessly physically attracted to you.- he hopes that she will not force him to prove it concretely. -You can also ask me why; you can repeat that you and Lisa, nothing alike... Like oil and water, but you won't change reality.- the last sentence completely puzzle her. She opens her mouth without a single sound coming out. -I know you are afraid, I am afraid too, I thought I was too much... Broken, to try something serious with you.- she starts to reply, but is silent. -I thought I couldn't make you happy. Now I'm not sure anymore, though.- he should say: now he can no longer live without her, because neither of them here have just a crush.

-Why did you have to kiss me?- instead, she asks him stubbornly.

-Because... I wanted it too much, I hoped it would convince you more than a thousand words.- yet another catchphrase. -But you still don't believe me, do you?- she nods.

And then she shakes her head. -I can't, I can't.- she would like to explain, to make him understand that it is not her choice, that yes, the fear in her case is too big, and it is winning, it will win, as it always has. They will become yet another missed opportunity. -Please, let me take a taxi.- it's not even the most absurd request she has made to him this evening.

-I can't do this.- regardless of the desire to deepen the speech or the kisses, there really is no way that she could go home alone in a taxi. He will have read and seen too many thrillers, he will also be a profiler... but it is too dangerous. -You don't have to be afraid of me, Penelope, you don't have to.- what did he do to terrorize her so intensely? He already knows the answer. Absolutely nothing, apart from existing and crossing her path. After Morgan. -I would never hurt you, I don't expect anything from you, really.- even if he reads in her face that he should do it, which would be the only way to definitively unlock this situation. -I'm sorry if the kiss... Annoyed you, if you saw it as an imposition.- he seems to betray his feeling, to talk about it in this way. -But I won't take it back.- he therefore reiterates.

Penelope bites her lips until they bleed. -Luke, I...- the man understands that he was stupid and even naive. He believed that with a declaration only two possible scenarios could be opened: refusal and broken heart or immense joy and endless kisses. But he didn't consider the gray area.

-Give me only another five minutes, then if you won't changed your mind, I'll take you to your house myself.- this is the maximum compromise to which he is willing to yield. -I'll try to convince you that what I said is true.- he didn't prepare it before. Everything comes spontaneously. -I'll start with your hair. I love the fact that you are blonde. I have always loved contradictions, absurd combinations. That your surname is Garcia and you have such light and silky hair is... Magnificent.- he happens to him quite often when he is with her, more than with other people. He finds himself saying exactly the bullshit that pass through his head, rather than the right thing and more sensible or suitable for the circumstance. She with him raises the barriers, he with her loses every filter. -You don't know how many times I would wanted to roll your locks around my fingers. And admire the contrast. Just like the one between our shades of skin.- he talked only about her hair for two minutes. And he could have done worse.

-You and Lisa are practically identical. Your kids would be wonderful.- she pops up her rival again, but no longer with that insecurity mixed with a strange envy or jealousy that turns into pure and simple melancholy. No, in this case there is only malice.

She's playing with him, she's flirting with him, and he likes it. Because it means that he is beginning to penetrate the walls of Troy, he has found the right combination. -It may be, but never as children with amber skin and blond hair or dark hair and diaphanous skin would be...- only this exaggerated thing escapes from him, just to keep up with her.

-My skin is not diaphanous. It is anonymous.- she replies, challenging him to deny.

And the challenge is immediately accepted. -Not for me. I studied every single detail that I was allowed to see.- he reveals. She shivers at that thought. -Every mole on your skin, every scratch.- he is not afraid to look like a maniac or a voyeur. -And I think it's intoxicating.- Intoxicating, that's all that registers her brain.

But she can’t hide a certain complacency. -You're weird.- Luke nods.

-I know. But you asked for it.- he smiles at her, licking his already dry lips and feeling her taste in his mouth. -You don't want to believe me.- he rolls his eyes and continues determined. -Your smile. When you smile, how does Bruno Mars say? All the world stares for a while. I swear.- she seems to find it a little exaggerated, but it's true. -The first time you smiled at me, even if it was a fake one, I know that I behaved like a fool, but you puzzled me.- who knows if she remembers it, because he has printed each of her smiles in his brain. In this case he refers to that of "I am nice, I am the queen of nice". -And then you saw Roxy and your face glowed and I struggled to stay in control.- unfortunately. By now they may be in one of their beds making love. Wrong thought. -Your eyes, I could stare at them for hours without doing anything else. You have had more than one proof, right?- impossible to deny. -And your mouth, Dios mio, I wanted to taste it when you told me to let be in the moment, but I'm a coward.- he sees her jump when the exclamation in Spanish escapes him.

She tries to stop him. -Luke, enough, there is no need...- without too much conviction.

-Instead there is. There are still other things you need to know. Your legs on those heels are trampolines towards the forbidden fruit.- the atmosphere has become very hot. -But I'm sure they'll turn me on in gym pants too.- she opens her lips and then tightens them again. -Your breast, I dream of being able to fall asleep protected by your heat.- wow, it definitely went beyond her expectations.

Penelope gesticulates, trying to find an alternative reason for this series of explicit and intimate confessions. -All this doesn’t make sense. The fact is that I am so...- he reads her mind. He knows perfectly well what she is about to say, her intention to diminish herself, what adjectives she will use, in order to get ugly in his eyes, but nothing will work. He threatens her first with his eyes.

-Don't you dare say it.- he then adds with the tone reduced to a snarl. -If you say so, you will force me to drag you into my bedroom and make love with you so eagerly that tomorrow morning you will have to skip work.- this time she opens her mouth wide and leaves it like that.

-Wow. I mean... Wow.- there is no more suitable comment.

The air has become hot but the caress on her cheek is only sweet. -Do you believe me now?- she meditates for a moment whether to tease him, then her stomach gives her a negative signal. She needs to taste his mouth again, to know his tongue. It is a physical, visceral need.

-I, I, I guess...- Luke approaches, but waits for her to close her eyes as assent.

He rests his forehead on the female one, denying her what she wants. -Do you want to say hello to Roxy before I give you a ride at home?- it seems to have asked if she wants to use the handcuffs and the whip, from how she reacts.

She closes her eyes, blushes and laughs. -The world must have definitely turned upside down! You who speak a lot and I'm not able to say half a sentence!- she continues, without moving an inch, but her attention is entirely on his mouth. -You, here with me, instead of with someone like... Okay, I shut up.- she finally replies, noting his hard and sexy gaze.

-I don't want to rush you.- he reassures her. -I waited two years to kiss you, I can wait for the rest.- she believes him. Now that she has allowed herself go, totally, she completely trusts him, there is no way to stop the process.

It's not him, the problem. -I don’t know if I can do it.- she admits. -And I don't know what I could do if I came in to say hi to Roxy.- she doesn’t know? Let's say that she has a fairly precise idea and in no scenario she will go back to sleep with Sergio. -Luke, I don't have a crush on you. I... I love you.- she said it. She really said it. No fear that he thinks it is a simple affirmation.

-I love you, too, Penelope.- he replies, as she has always dreamed of. That always makes her look very stupid. -That's why I'm willing to give you all the time you need, because I don't want to ruin what's coming up.- she nods, following his reasoning.

-Me neither.- and still he has not granted her this blessed second kiss. -And sleeping at your house a few days after your date with another woman would be... Inconvenient, right?- she expects him to agree, because after all she has framed him immediately: he is loyal to duty, respectful to the limits.

Instead, he shakes his head, tickling her forehead with his hair. -No, if that's what you want and you feel like doing.- damned voice of reason! -I can promise that I won't touch you too much, except to hug you.- what if she wanted exactly the opposite?

She almost bursts into tears again, even if this time they would be for happiness. Emotion. -What did I do to deserve your love?- for finding such a person. And why, at least in this case, he wants her.

He touches her lips with a finger. -I am asking myself the same question.- she can no longer resist and catches them. They pant in the mouth of the other, fighting, passing the baton to their tongues, their hands tangling in their respective hair, but they don't go down beyond their shoulders.

When they separate, she says just one thing. -Ok.- a monosyllable.

He repeats it. -Ok?- she nods.

She sighs. -Let's go to Roxy.- Luke smiles at her, and even if it's basically stupid, she waits for him to open the door for her. He closes the door, inserts the safety lock and wraps the arm around her shoulders, heating her in the cold of the evening, now almost night. -If I become your girlfriend, will she also be my baby? And Sergio her brother?- she wasn't going to ask him for real and with such intensity, but now the damage is done.

Luke seems to grasp only the positive aspects. -I guess so, and for me you already are.- he stops a few steps from the entrance of his apartment. -Do you want a formal request?- Penelope shakes her head, surrounding his neck and pulling him down.

-No, this is enough for me.- they exchange other kisses, until it starts to get too cold.

They can't stay separate even during the short elevator ride. -You know, oil and water don't mix... Unless someone forces them, with a good shake.- it is one of the few sensible things he can say to her.

-And in our case, who did it? Phil, Lisa or Matt?- he shrugs.

-I am not particularly interested in finding out... I'm just glad someone did it.-

And there I felt strange you know why, I was thinking of you, I was thinking that... we should never have broken...

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Destiel Fic Rec List Part 4

Last Updated in October 2014. Posted in May 2020 for posterity. Listed in no particular order - the total rec list will have ~250 fics. Header graphic used with permission.

This part of the list contains: 31 fics.

Other Destiel Rec Lists: [1]. [2]. [3]. [4]. [5]. [6]. [7].

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The Shadow at My Window ❤ by Zombiecat E | 141k | Hot, AU, Underage, Wing!kink

As a fledgling angel, Castiel is not allowed to interact with humanity. He should be strictly observing and concentrating on learning to be a warrior of Heaven. Even so, he cannot seem to stop himself from visiting the human boy that leaves his window open at night. At first, it's only to get a glimpse of their world.. but all that changes the night he saves the boy's life.

AMAZING!!! I'm a huge fan of both wing!kink and the underage romance trope, and this hits the spot. I read this from when it was a WIP (on chapter 12), and it was so worth it.

Fearson's floating cigarette. by orange_crushed M | 11k | Fluff, Magicians AU

"That son of a bitch," Dean says. He strangles the handful of french fries he’s been holding, and one by one their warm, helpless, potato-y insides crumble over the tops of his fingers. He feels a brief burst of irrational, almost homicidal rage. "That floppy bow-tie wearing son of a bitch.” Dean is gonna kill Jimmy Wonderman. He’s gonna shove a never-ending string of scarves down his throat. He’s gonna make him eat balloon animals until he floats off into space.

This was so sweet and charming I'm going to cry. Castiel's gentleness and pure heart is really explored in this fic, and I LOVE it.

Sweaters & Cigarettes ❤by lemonoclefox E | 149k | Hot, Fluff, High SCchool AU, punk cas, nerd dean

Dean Winchester is in high school, crushing hard on Castiel Novak, the unbelievably hot goth who Dean does his very best to convince himself he hates, despite the fact that he can’t really stop staring at him. Dean tries, but when the two of them finally cross paths, their first conversation takes a surprising turn. And suddenly, they both find themselves falling harder and faster than they ever could have expected.

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS FIC! The trope reversal is perfect, and in short, this is one of my favorite high school AUs EVER.

Shortskirts 'Verse by twentysomething E | 22k | High School AU

So, they're in high school, and then they're in college, and it's mostly not about Taylor Swift, except when it is.

Leave My Body, Moving Up to Higher Ground by triedunture E | 17k | Alt!canon, Genderswap

Castiel must take a new vessel to return to earth, so he strikes a deal with a woman who isn't as willing as Jimmy had been. But Dean's in a bad way and Leviathan needs to be smote, so what else can he do? Wonderful and heartbreakingly lovely. Gender swap, of a sort.

A Treatise on Longing by araftatsea T | 8k | Angst, Alt!Canon, Aging

Set post-8x23: Cas falls and is reborn as a human infant. Dean waits for him. He wonders how he's going to explain to this guy that he was an angel, once, and he wonders whether Cas will still want him. Or if he ever did.

Oh god, this fic huuuurts. But in a good way.

Santorum Will Pry My Porn From My Cold Dead Hands by AlreadyPainfullyGone E | 41k | Pornstar AU

President Santorum bans all pornography, and Dean decides to start his very own prohibition racket. Unfortunately, the only person he can find to 'perform' is Castiel.

Lots of porn. Complete with in denial!dean and confident!cas.

One Night at Club Radiant by octoberskyfall E | 16k | Hot, Stripper AU, Dom!Cas

When Charlie showed up at the garage with a six-pack of El Sol and an order for him to chug them down before they reached the bar, Dean knew he was in for one hell of a night. Featuring Stripper!Cas and light Dom!Cas because of reasons. Happy Birthday, Dean!

Damn. Just um--yes. Please.

Gargoyles on Motorcycles by mandraco E | 24k | Office AU, Socially Awkward Cas

After the latest in Dean's long string of one night stands steals the Impala and totals it, he makes a bet with Sam that he can abstain from sex while he repairs it. But Lisa and Matt's wedding is coming up and Dean needs a date he'll never be attracted to. Enter Castiel.

Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives by cymbalism E | 14k | Fluff, Alt!Canon

After the apocalypse, Dean's living with Lisa and earning his keep by cooking dinner. Cas likes that Dean can cook. Dean likes Cas's company. But they could use a little alone time, and Dean has a lot to learn about what the rest of his life really means.

Smoke in the Mirror by letters_of_stars M | 52k

It begins with the flier hung in the library: art model needed for thesis project, will pay. Castiel figures it's an easy way to make some extra money, but modeling for Dean Winchester ends up complicating his life far beyond anything he could have imagined.

Selfie with a stranger by somuchforbaggles T | 1k | Fluff, AU

Cas lied to his family about having a boyfriend, and now they want actual photographic evidence. There's only one thing he can do - take a selfie with a stranger.

This is just adorable. Instant feel-good fic.

Paper-Thin by snarkymonkey E | 15k | Fluff, Hot, College AU, Dom!Cas, Sub!Dean, Professor!Cas

Dean is finishing up his master's program, heading on for a PhD in Engineering but spends most of the time silently ogling his gorgeous next-door neighbor, the new adjunct professor of English, pursuing his dissertation.So, really, no reason the two should ever interact. Except...the walls between their apartments are just so thin. And even though he swears he's seeing the guy all over campus, there's no way the exceptionally friendly Professor Novak has a thing for Dean. Right?

The Pumpkin Pie Started It by twerkstiel E | 8k | Hot, AU, Baker Cas, ABO, Omega!Dean Sub!Dean, top!cas, alpha!cas

Dean Winchester is your ordinary college student. He does his work, fixes cars, complains about being broke. Except when he visits the new campus bakery, he ends up getting more than the pie he asked for.

Just what I like in an ABO short fic: cute, porny, and hot sex ;)

Leave My Body, Moving Up to Higher Ground by triedunture E | 17k

Wonderful and heartbreakingly lovely. Gender swap, of a sort.

Scratchmarks by bookkbaby E | 11k | Hot, canon!verse, endverse, threesome, bottom!cas, kink

Sometimes, sex isn't a goal, but a method. A method to escape, a method to forget, or a method to communicate, and Dean doubts that his future self is listening to what Cas is saying.

Porny 2009!Dean/2014!Dean/2014!Cas with bonus feelings towards the end.

Halfway by anythingtoasted E | 29k | canon!verse, s8, pining!dean

A Fallen!Castiel bunker fic; Castiel arrives back at the bunker after six months of being missing, with eighteen of his newly-fallen brothers and sisters in tow; shameless schmoop and angel-care ensues.

Bunker!Fic. Castiel has a flock of brothers and sisters to care for. Always a fan of the way anythingtoasted writes the dean/cas relationship development.

Home is Where by chasingrabbits E | 15k | AU, Mental Disorders

Casual vagrant Dean Winchester blows into Palo Alto to check on his little brother. What is meant to be a quick visit ends up drawing out when he meets and accidentally ends up clicking with Sam's strange, grad student roommate Castiel.

The Graveyard by amarillogrande E | 18k | College AU, bottom!dean, tattooed!cas

The premise is simple. You finish the bottle, you stick it up on the shelf. When you move out, you can look up and remember all the good times you had. Right?

Smooth Operator!Verse by wannaliveindeansdimples E | 15k | Fluff, Hot, AU, Long Distance Relationship, Phone Sex

Castiel is a phone sex operator and Dean is a first time caller.

Messenger Number 3 by gamesformay M | 23k | Theatre AU, Fluff

Opening night is closing in at the Lawrence Shakespeare Festival, and the play is cursed. As if that weren't enough for Dean, the head of the tech crew, to have on his mind. A tale of love, family, and iambic pentameter.

Dark Side of the Moon by imogenbynight E | 37k | Angst, Astronaut AU, PTSD, Minor Character Death

Five months into his six month mission, an accident leaves Flight Engineer Dean Winchester stranded on the moon. It comes down to a man he has never met to bring him home.

Give All My Secrets Away by morganoconner T | 2k | Fluff, H/C, Canon!verse

When Castiel needs to stay with Dean while the hunter is vulnerable and unable to defend himself, he doesn't expect it to end with confessions Dean doesn't mean to give.

Convenient Husbands by Scaramouche E | 39k | AU, creature!cas, wing!kink

"It's only temporary, right?" Dean says. "Just until you're healed up, and then we'll never have to see each other again. So what do you say, Castiel, do you want to marry me or not?

Every Word a Piece of My Heart by smilla840 E | 10k | Dean/Jimmy/Cas

The war is over and Jimmy is finally free to go back to his family. Everything should be perfect – then why isn’t it?

The Parts of Our Sum by scaramouche E | 55k | AU, Friendship

Castiel, a former soldier, has worked for the Company his entire life. They've been good to him, providing clothes, shelter and new body parts whenever necessary. Now the Company's gearing up for a space exploration voyage, and Castiel's volunteered for the research team. During the preparation period, he meets Dean Winchester, who makes Castiel wonder about the things he's missed out on.

What Has Eight Tentacles and Isn't Allowed to Eat Pie? by Scaramouche T | 16k | Fluff, Canon!verse, tentacles

Dean watched an anime porn about this once, but real life turns out to be way less interesting. Or, the one where Dean gets turned into an octopus.

Shorten the Distance by APenToMyHeadandImDead T | 43k | Fluff, AU, Teacher!Cas

"Nerdytr3nchcoat" and "Impala67" weren't looking for romance on the dating website called 'dateangels.com'. Castiel was looking for friends and Dean was just looking to get his nagging brother off his back. What they didn't expect to find was each other. [a long distance, online relationship fic]

Jump the Track by alysian_fields E | 83k | High school AU

It's Dean's senior year at Lawrence High, and he's already given up on himself. It takes the arrival of the strange, intense, awkward Castiel Delacroix at the school to prove to Dean that maybe his life is worth saving after all.

Blackbird Fly ❤ by artsyunderstudy E | 163k | Angst, High school AU, Sam/Jess, Drug Use, Mental Health Issues

In the wake of a mutual tragedy, the Winchester brothers befriend loner Castiel. Both brothers find something in him to hold onto as they try to remake their own complicated relationship and the home they've lost. Struggling with his own recovery, Sam finds himself drawn to the strong and lively Jess, while Castiel and Dean find comfort in one another. As consequences of their past emerge and threaten to tear apart what they've carefully rebuilt, they are all forced to reevaluate who their family really is, and what it's worth to keep it.

Oh the angst! This fic may be triggering for some, but the pros include a wonderfully portrayed sam/jess relationship, and stunning illustrations. Dean and Cas' relationship is heartbreakingly lovely and broken (but there is a happy ending).

A Broken Man & The Dawn by n_nami E | 44k | Fluff, COCKLES, AU,

After his brother dies in a car accident, Jensen is left to take care of his newborn nephew - and he’s in over his head. Also, he has the feeling that the guy who just moved into the apartment next door hates him because of the crying baby that keeps him up all night. As it turns out, Misha not only has that set of mesmerizing blue eyes, but also a lot of intuition when it comes to fussing, cranky babies.

Jeté by cadniganv E | 10k | AU, dancer!dean, photographer!cas

Castiel has been photographing their ballet company for two years now and he and Dean have barely exchanged six words, and yet somehow when Dean breaks his leg, it's Castiel who takes him home from the hospital and takes care of him.

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holylulusworld · 6 years ago

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Love hurts - Part 1

Summary: Seeing Dean’s deepest desire the reader makes her decision…

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Lisa???, Sam

Warnings: angst, violence, sad reader, unrequited love, blood, injuries

Love Hurts Masterlist

“So it’s no shifter. What else? It rips the victim's hearts out. It takes the form of another person. Spell maybe?” You ask.

“Yes, obviously Melissa took the advice of her hairdresser,” Sam explains.

“Hairdresser? I don’t understand. Why is the window smashed anyways?”

“Well, Melissa’s dead husband came visiting us while you drove here.”

“Shit. What kind of spell do we have to deal with?”

“Not really a spell. It’s an Aramaic curse, Y/N. A nasty one. Could call it ‘kiss of death’.”

“How nice!” You mutter.

“We got a bigger problem. The curse is transmittable and Dean…he kissed Melissa to take it over.”

“What? Shit. Does he ever think before he … god. Did he give himself a fatal curse on free terms? What will happen?”

“The curse turns whatever is after the victim into the cursed person’s greatest desire.”

“Oh, that’s why Melissa’s dead husband was after her. I see.”

“I don’t want to know what will go after Dean.”

“A porn star? Or a cheerleader team,” you try to joke. For sure not you…

Later that evening, Inside Sonja’s saloon...

“Why in the world did you take the advice of a hairdresser?” You ask Melissa.

“I…” Sighing she refuses to answer.

“Got something,” Sam says showing you a book. “Looks like we are dealing with a Qareen. Seems like Sonja controls the creature to kill people with their desires.”

“Awesome, Sammy.” Dean grunts.

“So your deepest, darkest desire will kill you…that’s devilish,” you whisper.

“Maybe I got some time with Daisy Duke,” Dean says grinning.

“Dean, seriously? You’re happy about a curse? How do we kill that thing, Sam?”

“A stab in the heart.”

“But look at the pictures! There is no heart Sam.”

“Seems like the one possessing the heart commands it,” Sam says thoughtfully.

“Then we should find the heart as fast as possible. We should split off and find it before Sonja finds us or that Qareen thing finds and kills Dean.” You say.

“Good. I’ll look downstairs you and Sammy search upstairs. We meet here in 20,” Dean says already running downstairs.

10 minutes later…

“Anything Sam?”

“No…fuck…”

Hearing noises coming from downstairs you look worried at Sam. Right at that moment, Sonja bursts the door open.

“Go downstairs, help Dean. I’ll handle this,” Sammy says and you run down the stairs.

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“I understand Alpha,” Lisa says.

“Is that so?”

“The longing in your heart I feel it too,” she says and your heart breaks. Not a fantasy or a porn star is his deepest desire, no the Omega he had to leave to protect her.

Frozen to the spot you see Dean staring at the Omega he lost…

“That’s odd. Considering that you don’t have a heart…” Dean replies.

Pushing Dean against the wall the Qareen grabs his arm and breaks it. A wound at his stomach is bleeding heavily.

Finally able to move you shoot your whole magazine of silver bullets into the monster. Stumbling she tries to attack you.

Running around a table you check on Dean. He’s injured…heavily…you can’t carry him. She will kill him…except.

“Sorry,” you whisper before kissing his lips to transfer the curse.

Screaming the Qareen stares at you. Changing her form she smiles at you as…Dean. The Dean you met all those years ago. The Alpha you thought would someday love you too…

“My dear, Y/N. We can finally be together,” the Qareen rasps and Dean’s eyes widen.

“No, we can’t. Come on. You can’t harm him so take the chance with me.”

“I can read your heart. Pure and deep love…unrequited love. I can give you what you want…what you need,” the monster purrs.

“Then give it to me,” you whisper.

Stalking towards you the Qareen moves one hand around your throat.

“Let go of her you monster,” Dean growls.

“Just do it, you know what I desire,” you whisper barely audible.

Smiling the monster with Dean’s face wants to rip your heart out. A monstrous scream leaves the Qareen’s lips before it disappears.

Sam must find the heart…

“I’ll go and get Sam to help you,” is all you say before leaving the basement.

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Driving Melissa back home with your car you hold back the tears. A tiny part of you had hoped that you are Dean’s darkest desire, of course, you were wrong. It’s her, it’s always have been her…never you…

“You okay?” Melissa asks.

“Yeah, just a rough day, ya know.”

“It wasn’t you what came after him. Right?”

Giving her a small nod you smile at the Omega. She knows how it feels to be left outside alone.

“I’m not with him…never was,” you whisper. “Never will be…”

“I’m sorry. This is…I’m sorry.”

“At least I’m sure now. The Qareen may be a monster but it clarified some things for me. I can move on and find someone else. I’ll be fine, eventually.”

“I hope you will find a nice Alpha,” Melissa says before entering her house.

A few moments pass until you let the tears you were holding back fall. One day he will go back to her… Why waste any more feeling?

Before driving away you call Sam to say goodbye. There’s no way you can ever look Dean into the eyes…now he knows you can’t go back and pretend you feel nothing…

Speeding off you drive as fast as possible. You can never see him again…never…

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 years ago

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Jump the Shark- Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,581

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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After arriving to the cemetery, you had the cemetery director show you to the tomb that had been raided.

“This tomb was built in 1926. Four generations of the Millsap family were interred here,” he explained as you both walked inside. It was a mess, and the coffins were broken into with chunks of cement on the ground.

“They don't build 'em like this anymore,” Dean said.

“Tell me, Agent Nugent and Walsh, have you thought about where you might like to spend eternity?”

“All the damn time,” Dean said after he hesitated. Smiling, you walked past him to get a better look at the coffins.

“So, three bodies went missing. Any idea who did it?” you asked.

“Hooligans. Sick, deranged hooligans,” the director sighed. Noticing Dean staring at something, you walked to him before you both bent down to inspect it. On the side of one coffin was some liquid that had been spilled over, but it was too dark to know what it was by sight. So, Dean touched it before smelling it.

“What is it?” you whispered. As soon as he sniffed it, he recoiled in disgust.

“This isn't blood. What is this?” Dean asked the director.

“No, it's embalming fluid. Whoever committed this crime didn't just take the corpses. They opened them up.”

“Gross,” you shuddered as you stood up, thanking the man for showing you in here. Once you two got everything you needed, Dean was through with the past. He wanted to focus on the now which was Joe Barton, the man who disappeared before Kate ever did. The one place where people talk was the bar which is where you went to. Joe was a local bartender there which is why you thought someone might know something.

Taking a seat at the bar with Dean, you noticed the female bartender grab two glasses before filling them up with beer from the tap.

“First beers are on the house for cops. Feds too,” she said with a smile, noticing your attire.

“Are we that obvious?” you chuckled.

“I know all the local badges, and you two got that... Law & Order vibe,” she said as she picked up a cloth and started cleaning glasses with it. “So, what's the FBI doing in Windom?”

“Looking into the disappearance of Joe Barton,” he said, sliding the picture of him so she could see. At the mention of his name, she froze and took a deep breath.

“I assume you knew him?” you asked.

“A little. I'm his wife. Lisa.”

“Well, Lisa, what can you tell me about his disappearance?”

“Same thing I told the sheriff. He stayed late Friday before last to do inventory. Never came home.”

“And the police?” you asked as you sipped the beer.

“Nothing. Truth is, I was scared they stopped looking. But now you two are here,” she smiled.

“Joe was a cop?” Dean asked, making you look at the framed photo of him in a cop’s uniform.

“Deputy. For a little while. That was a long time ago.”

“He didn't happen to work the, uh, the grave robbery case, back in nineties?”

“He did. Yeah. Joe was the one who found those bodies. He got an award for that.”

“That was an interesting case,” Dean muttered as he spotted the article for the missing bodies. Staring at the same article, you noticed someone standing in the background that looked just like John. Glancing over at Dean, you knew he noticed the same thing.

“He ever tell you how he did it?” you asked.

“Most of the time, he said good, solid police work. But after a few beers, he'd admit he had a little help.”

“From who?” Dean asked.

“A 'specialist'. That's all he'd say.”

“Cops ever find the guy that stole the bodies?”

“No, but when I asked Joe about it, he'd say not to worry—that ‘we took care of what done it’.”

After a few more sips, you two left to go back to the car to discuss the case in privacy.

“What if John killed whatever did this, and the same kind of creature is back?” you asked.

“Why would the same creature hit a town that has already been hit on?”

“You heard what Lisa said. John and Joe took care of what did it. Maybe John killed it, but its friends or family is back for more?”

“I don’t know, but we’ve been away long enough. Let’s go back,” he said as he started the car. Since this was a small town, the drive back to the motel room wasn’t far, and what you two stumbled upon was not what you were expecting.

Sam was lying on the ground, holding onto Adam’s truck as something tried to pull him underneath it. Adam was trying to drag him away but wasn’t strong enough.

“Dean! Y/N! Help” Adam yelled, and you got out of the car before Dean even put her in park. Both of you ran to help, and while Dean grabbed Sam’s arm to help pull, blue magic formed at the tip of your fingers. Adam watched with wide eyes as you flicked your wrist towards the car, causing a blast of your magic to hit whatever was underneath it.

Sam was dragged to safety, and you looked at the brothers to see if they were okay. When you saw no sign of any kind of injury, you picked up the fallen keys that Sam had dropped. Looking at the brothers, you walked to the car before getting behind the wheel. Starting her up, you backed away so you could see what was underneath it.

When you were in the clear, Dean walked to the sewer gate as you got out. He bent down before touching something red, you assumed blood.

“You winged it,” Dean said as he walked back to the car.

“Really? I usually don’t draw blood when I do that.”

“It must have hit something because it was bleeding,” he answered before looking at his brother. “Did you see anything?”

“I didn't get a good look.”

“What the hell is this thing?” you asked.

“Why—who—should we go after it?” Adam stuttered.

“No, no. In that maze? That thing's long gone.”

“Alright, so, we don't know what it is, but we do know who it's going after. Joe Barton, Adam's mom, and Adam. It was under his truck, just waiting for him. It set a trap and I walked right into it.”

“Doesn't matter. You're right—there's a pattern. Joe Barton was a cop. I'm pretty sure he helped out Dad. So, we've got him, Dad's girl, and his son.”

“All the people Dad knew in town,” you put the pieces together.

“At least we know why it's back.”

“It wants revenge,” Adam said, a certain look rested on his face. It was the look of anger, but not the kind of anger for almost getting Sam, it was something different. Like you said earlier, something wasn’t right with the kid.

“Grab your stuff. We'll hit the road,” Dean ordered Adam once you four got back to his house. If it was going after Adam, then the best thing as to get him out of town. If that happens, the monster might follow you away from these people. Adam did was he was told before going upstairs to grab a bag.

“We shouldn't leave,” Sam said, resting his injured ankle on another chair.

“Yeah, let's stay here, where the kid's mom got ganked. Good one,” Dean sassed.

“I'm serious.”

“No, Sam, we're gonna take the kid, we're gonna drop him off at my dad’s, and then we’re gonna come back here and finish what John started.”

“How? We got no leads, no witnesses. We do have what this thing wants.”

“You want to use the kid as bait? That's why you want to stay here?” Dean asked, surprised.

“Maybe this thing will come back. We could train Adam—get him ready.”

“He could die, Sam,” you tried to reason with him.

“We could all die, Y/N. Even if we do kill this thing, there are tons of other freaks that want revenge, on Dad, on us. What if they find the kid instead and he's not ready?” Sam asked as he wrapped his ankle in an Ace Bandage.

“I’ll do it,” Adam said from behind with a bag over his shoulder. Surprised you didn’t hear him, you three turned to face him. “Whatever it takes, I’ll do it. I want to do it.”

“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right,” you declared.

In order to get Adam ready, Sam was teaching him how to shoot somewhere where no one would hear the gunshots. Sam was with Adam while you were with Dean by the car. You two didn’t want any part in this. Staring at Adam as he got ready to shoot, you decided to speak up.

“Something isn’t right, Dean.”

“About what?”

“About Adam.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, and it’s killing me. The way he looked when he talked about revenge earlier wasn’t I’m-pissed-that-the-monster-tried-to-get-Sam kind of way, it was more of I’m-pissed-that-the-monster-failed-at-getting-Sam. The vibe I’m getting isn’t human, I can tell you that.”

“He passed all the tests, silver, holy water…”

“There are things out there that those two don’t effect. I don’t know, just keep an eye on him, is all I’m saying,” you sighed as you looked at Sam and Adam bonding.

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yunoyeol · 6 years ago

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His ripped love

Genre : romance; smut later; streetracer!au; angst

Warnings : explicit use of drugs; swearing; illegalities; explicit smut

Pairing : you x kim hanbin

Chapters : 1 / 2

Chp. 1.

Your hands were cold and your exposed knees quivered with the gelid night breeze, making you curse under a large exhale of air. You started to question your decision in tagging along with Jennie, your roommate, but she had her way with words and her persuasive smile always tended to make you agree with all of her stupid invites. At least you’re going out with me tonight, it’s Saturday, you can take a break from all of that studying, Y/N, you recalled on your head, needless to say that the old memory in your shared living room floated in your head and made your eyes subconsciously roll back.

“ - I really should learn how to say no, specially to you guys. Jennie, where the hell are we going? ”

Ah, Jennie. Jennie was a lived girl, happy and spontaneous. You envied her, envied how her lifestyle was truly reckless and how she didn’t care about consequences. Sometimes, you wished you could be a little like her, have a mix of your responsibility with her unselfconscious personality, but you knew tomorrow was always a new day, and you’d have to wake up at 7 o'clock and get up, take a shower and start a new fresh day, having classes at 8. Besides, you needed a place to stay when you moved to college, since your family residence was too far away, making it too expensive to travel every day. You found Jennie’s announcement through a site, popular among students in need of sharing an apartment with someone to reduce the money waste by the end of the month. The first weeks were quite hard to handle, you wanted to rest and study, go to college and come back for more books, maybe spend a hour in a novel that you’d found at the book store, but Jennie and the friends she brought home made it hard for you, with all of their unreasonable talks and deafening laughs. They were obnoxiously loud, and you couldn’t concentrate, and the first time you ever talked properly with Jennie was in a scream of rage, telling her to shut up. You still remember how embarrassed you were, her three friends staring at you in silence for the first time you ever saw, dumbfounded.

- If we irritate you so much, why don’t you sit with us and eat some pizza? - Lisa, you now knew her name.

And after that, you would join them in their movie sprees and thunderous noises, the ones that used to irritate you but now pulled your old neighbors to their edges. There were times were you’d skip the encounter to study, but they always made sure to leave your pizza part at your room’s door, to not interrupt you.

In three months, you considered them your best friends, the ones who you would cry to when something went wrong, the ones who got your back, the ones who would drag you to stupid frat parties where you isolated yourself, and the ones who loved you no matter what, even when your habits didn’t quite coincide with theirs. Lisa was a free spirit firecracker, Chaeyoung preferred boys over books, Jisoo would play with your long hair everytime she got the chance to land her hands on it, and Jennie was Jennie, a lived, happy and spontaneous girl.

They made your time worth a while in a new city.

But today, you weren’t having it. Firstly, Jisoo forced you into a white summer dress, when you specifically said that it wasn’t warm enough for outsider’s weather, and white was just not your colour. Chaeyoung made sure to hide your study manuals and Lisa dragged you to Jennie’s car, where she was waiting patiently.

“ - Where are we going, guys? ” - You repeated, leaning back against the harsh old leather of Jennie’s car.

Lisa turned the music louder, booming way too loud bass that you weren’t sure if they could crack the windows or not. You, instead, decided to lower the volume down, making your voice loud enough for her ears. “ - Really, where are we going, I have an exam in a couple of weeks. ”

“ Ah c'mon Y/N, you’re going out with us, I said it. And where going to have fun. ”- Jisoo answered from the back seat, lightning a cigarette that hung on her cherry colored lips.

That clearly didn’t answer your question, and you doubted your friends intentions, but before your could protest, you felt the car coming to a stop. You didn’t know the place, and obviously neither did you know why there were so many people gathered in this one exact spot. Judging by the clothing choice, the women here weren’t cold but they were very, very, pretty.

“ - Okay. What’s this? ” You asked, the shock of the moment making your voice level lower than usual. With that, Jennie laughed and opened her door, getting out of her parked vehicle. This wasn’t even a parking spot, being clearly a make shift parking lot for the cars that came here, to this unknown destiny. Following Jennie, the girls that sat on the backseat got up and left the car, leaving you with the only option of following them too, since you didn’t even have the minor idea of where the hell did they brought you to.

You clearly didn’t belong here. If you thought your knees were too much exposed, your eyes proved you wrong. You had never seen so much skin before, people here seemed as reckless as your friends, and now you wished you stayed home. Jennie’s hand grabbed your wrist, making your statue figure walk, even when the surprise that the ambient offered you was painted, splattered on your expression.

“ - To answer your questions, this is a street race. ” - She smiled with her charming lips, a loving curve making her eyes disappear in half moon shapes.

Your eyes now fixated on her, not knowing how, or why she brought you here. Millions of questions went through your mind, but your throat didn’t reproduce any of them.

“ - Is this even legal? ” - You muttered, the giggle that leaked from Jennie’s throat reassuring that it wasn’t. Once again, before you could manifest your disdain, Jennie pulled you to the side, joining two of your friends. The third one, Lisa, appeared with a smile on her face and five plastic cups filled with beer on her struggling hands, handing one to each. You didn’t contest, you could sip from time to time, it wasn’t a habit anyway.

You couldn’t guess how many people were there, but all of them parted on each side of the road, leaving it empty for passages. The music was loud, and the amount of bodies almost touching yours made you feel nervous. You smelled the sweat, the alcohol and the drugs on the air, the atmosphere edged a rave, plus the fact of your eyes landing on faces that you could guess their ages varied from teenagers to way older adults.

You had your driver’s license, you had to : being too much of a chauffer to your four friends when they got too wasted to drive in late hours at night and called you to pick them up, so you wondered if you could escape with Jennie’s car.

- Look, there they are! - Jennie pointed at two men walking, and they seemed to be known between the millions of bodies that sided the road, judging by how you could hear screams and most of their eyes turning to their presence, as if they were divine themselves. Two men walking.

But one of them caught your attention.

It made your mouth run dry, your automatic breathing coming to a stop and your eyes glueing to his powerful stance. Not to mention his deadly gaze. He was there for a reason, and he would get his reasons done. The hair that was nicely slicked back out of his gracious forehead, the shine on his dark hair strands looked like they were wet, and how his jawline seemed to be sculptured to the right point made him look like a Greek ancient creature, if not God himself. The loose sleeveless black shirt he was wearing and the ripped over-washed jeans he sported made him look like somebody you wouldn’t mess with, let alone talk to.

“ - Wow. ” You muttered, catching the attention of Chaeyong that softly shoved her elbow against your ribcage, getting your attention but not your eyes, since the vision was as additive as it could be. She leaned over your shoulder, whispering but looking to the exact same spot you were.

“ - Kim Hanbin, 22, street racer. The other one is Bobby, Jennie’s booty call. They have been sleeping together for a good two months now. ”

Oh wow, that explains the countless nights were you didn’t see Jennie.

“ - The other one that is leaning over the matte black car is Junhoe, my booty call. ” - She smiled, moving centimeters away from you.

Needless to say, your eyes were glued to the figure that had just arrived, and by now was talking to the said Junhoe, grabbing the keys from the other’s hand and entering the driver’s seat.

“ - W-Wait, he’s racing? ” You looked to Chaeyoung, your eyes as wide as they could go.

Chaeyong just chuckled, nodding. “ - Oh baby, Hanbin is the main racer of iKon. Seven victories in a row. He has everyone’s attention up his ass. ” She winked.

Your mouth went dry, and you cupped the cold plastic harshly with your hands, taking a large ingulp of the liquid. Your tongue wiped the remains away from your tinted lips, your eyes glueing to the strong looking matte black car. You wondered if he cared how everyone seemed to be conspiring over his name, how everyone expected his win and how everyone stopped their party to watch him start the engine.

The car roared in a warning, a wave of black smoke hovering over the other cars and leaving their small chances of having confidence to dust. The show off was impressive, and now you were too much engaged into see how he could set the road on fire, because he looked promising.

A laugh was heard, and you supposed it came from Bobby that threw himself into the driver’s seat after pointing at Jennie. The girl looked proud, crossing her arms with a huge embarrassed smile painting her lips.

“ - Look at her, all rilled up. ” Lisa threw a lazy arm over your shoulder. “ - Fired up to see this? ” She raised an eyebrow, her now bleached grey locks resting nicely against her back.

You didn’t answer, your eyes glued to the black car. You froze on your spot when you noticed that said driver was staring right back at you, a emotionless unreadable expression coating his perfectly drawn features. He raised an eyebrow, a glint of a mischievous smirk resting on his lips, but you weren’t really proud of your vision, specially from this far away. Maybe it wasn’t happening, and if it was, maybe it wasn’t for you.

A girl, way too exposed for this cold, walked in between the set of four cars, holding a yellow flag on her hand. She looked promiscuous, the look on her face wasn’t denying it.

“ - Who are the other dudes in the other cars? ” Your question startled Jennie, who arched her eyebrows in amusement.

“ - The red car is Jimin, from west side of Seoul. The blue one, Baekhyun, from Busan. In the stipped black and red is Bang Chan, he’s Australian. Cute. ” She answered, not removing her eyes from the girl. You nodded, sipping once more and throwing the empty cup away.

The engines finally ripped the sound throughout the air as soon as the girl raised her hand. She screamed the number one with her high pitched but sexy voice, the number two following and finally, at three, she lowered herself and the flag, the cars storming through the road as aggressive animals. The black car ate the road as a meal, the smell of flint and burning rubber filling your nostrils as it took his way towards the city. Your eyes couldn’t see it anymore, and your heart drummed so fast against your ribcage that you thought it would break itself free.

“ BI LEADING THE WAY, I REPEAT, BI LEADING THE WAY. BANG CHAN JUST CATCHING HIS TAIL. ” A Male voice was heard over the music, reproduced by the same heavy columns that stood high over steel supports.

“ BI is Hanbin, he’s eating them alive. ” Jisoo scrunched her second cup, offering you one more beer. You took it without hesitation, sipping on it and making the girl laugh. Finally, you noticed the huge screens that were supported by the same base as the columns. It showed views of the city, and you wondered how the one behind this could install such cameras and not being caught. On the images, it showed the cars passing by traffic, your free hand coming to your lips when you saw how the black car was going in the wrong direction, dodging the cars that horned and stopped.

But nobody could stop him.

Nobody could stop him.

In minutes, the angry roar of the engine filled the air from afar, and your ears perked up from where the sound was coming. You didn’t hate it, actually, it filled your veins with electric adrenaline that you never knew you could possibly sense.

Your eyes didn’t even catch the moment when the black car erupted on the street, brakes screeching and the rubber from the tires burning against the concrete. The tail of the car twirled, a wave of smoke blinding you and everyone else that cheered on the driver that just arrived. All you could hear was loud screams of names that would set your turbulent late night house meeting to shame.

Jennie ran from her spot and came for a huge hug offered by Bobby as soon as he got out of the car, who lift her up in the air. Anyone else could mistaken the interaction by a loving couple, but they were simple as fuck buddies, judging by what you were told.

Finally, that magnificent man got out the driver’s seat, with all of his splendor and glory following him. He smiled in a lopsided grin, the most beautiful you have laid your eyes upon.

The girl that held the flag earlier walked holding a heavy bag on her hand, handing it to Hanbin with a flirtatious smile on her red velvety lips. He looked at her, winking and grabbing the bad, handing it to a new face. A man, seemed to be close for being in charge of carrying the prize out of the scene.

You stared in awe, being dragged by Chaeyong this time. You found yourself getting closer and closer to them, passing by corpses of cheering people that dispersed to find a closer spot to the music. You panicked, your eyes wide and your mouth unable to move and ask to be free of your friend’s grip.

“ - And who’s this little one here? ” Hanbin asked as soon as he laid his eyes on you, a smirk never leaving his way too tempting lips. His voice was deep and raspy, hoarse and attractive, like a bittersweet, melancholic and troublesome melody.

“ - Y/N. My roommate. She’s chill. ” Jennie leaned against Bobby's chest, who himself had his back against Hanbin’s car.

You kept quiet, not sure how to reply. You scoffed, a small ‘tsk’ leaving your lips. By the look on your face, you surely were not impressed, but by the way your stomach clenched, you damn were. He stared at you for a couple of seconds, as if he was absorbing all of your appearence and wondering why were you hanging out in a place that clearly you didn’t belong to. As if he was judging you.

But he kept quiet and nodded, the smile still resting on his lips. He moved his lazy irises towards Bobby, who got the signal and kissed Jennie’s cheek, whispering a low ’ see you later ’.

One last time, he looked at you and took a step further, being way closer you’d want, but being way far you’d need.

“ - Pleasure to meet you, call me BI. ”

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wegoddessofhell · 6 years ago

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Time Won’t Let Me

A/N: Welcome to @aketch-22 and I’s beautiful disaster! This is chapter one of part one to our hopefully three part series. Chapters will be posted once a week, probably on Sunday! It’s a crossover between Harry Potter, The Hunger Games and Supernatural. We took characters from all three fandom’s and stuck em’ in Hogwarts, but we see things through the eyes of Dean and Castiel. Reblogs and likes would be gladly appreciated and if you have questions you can direct them to mine or @aketch-22‘s ask box! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Long Train Runnin’ - The Doobie Brothers

Dean Winchester studied Platform 9 ¾ with a weary eye. He was ready to go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but he wasn’t entirely eager to leave the safety of his home. Despite the current state of the Wizarding World, Dean and his brother Sam had managed to have a pretty fun summer. Sam was a Gryffindor, just like Dean - but a year younger. Sam was going into his fourth year and Dean was heading into his fifth - which meant things would be different for him now. Ever since the dark wizard Voldemort overthrew whoever the last Minister of Magic was, Hogwarts has been more of a training ground for the older students rather than a place of actual learning. That suited Dean fine on most days, he preferred a hands-on experience to pouring over some dusty old book in the library.

He chewed on his lip, watching Sam make his way through the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10. Sam was safe from the worst changes at Hogwarts, at least for now. That fact comforted Dean slightly as he pushed his own cart through the seemingly solid brick wall that separated the Muggle world from the Wizarding world. The crowd of people he was met with blocked his path, and he lost sight of Sam in the fray. He groaned, maneuvering his possessions around kids and their parents kissing each other goodbye. He tried not to let his gaze linger on any particular farewell, partially due to the pang of jealousy he felt at seeing the level of affection most of these parents were freely showing their children, and partially because he simply felt like he was intruding. As he made his way onto the train, he caught sight of Sam ducking into a compartment about midway down. He stowed his baggage and followed his brother, just long enough to make sure he was okay. He smiled as he passed, seeing Sam with a few of his friends and getting his hair mussed by the girl he pined over all summer. Dean ducked into an empty compartment, pulling out his dad’s journal.

His parents never came to see him or Sam get on the train… they’d drive them to King’s Cross, but Dean had never been able to get them to even get out of the car. He frowned at the yellowing pages of the journal that used to connect him to his father. Now, the stories of creatures John Winchester had hunted only caused a pit to form in Dean’s stomach. Sure, the stories were great when Dean was a kid. His dad was a hunter, which to most kids would have meant he got dressed in some sort of camo and hunted deer, or maybe coyotes, but it didn’t take long for Dean to find out that his father’s targets were much… bigger. His dad hunted creatures like werewolves and vampires, ghosts and ghouls. Definitely not deer. Dean used to think he was a hero, until his 11th birthday when an owl of all creatures delivered a letter that changed his life. A year later, the same thing would happen to his brother. They were wizards… the very sort of things that their father spent his life trying to kill. Dean didn’t think he’d ever seen his father that mad. The letter that explained Hogwarts and the wizarding world was, of course, burned immediately. It didn’t deter Dean and it most certainly didn’t deter the flock of owls that followed, each carrying a letter identical to the one that found a home amongst the ashes in their fireplace. It took weeks for his mom to convince his dad to let him go, and in the end, Dean was fairly sure his dad only agreed because he couldn’t stand the sight of him anymore.

He turned the page in the journal, running his thumb over the words he’s read a thousand times: “In their transformed state, werewolves are mindless beasts - acting purely on instinct and are incapable of rational thought.” He was interrupted when Lisa Braeden slid open the compartment door and sat down across from him.

She grinned broadly at him, her eyes shining. “Hey Dean! How was your summer?” Her smile faded slightly as she added, “I guess you didn’t get my letters.”

Dean glanced at her quickly and then averted his eyes. “Nah, I got ‘em, just couldn’t write you back. You never gave me your address, and the owls near my house don’t exactly know how to deliver letters. The one you sent always took off again before I could find my damn quill.”

Lisa frowned slightly, forgetting again that Dean was technically from a muggle family. He had such a natural gift for magic, it was sometimes hard to remember he hadn’t been doing it his whole life. Her voice softened. “Hey, that’s okay. Are you ready for another year?”

He gave a noncommittal shrug in response, looking at the floor and trying not to think about what was potentially in store for him. “Yeah, I guess. It’s gonna be like any other year, right?”

Lisa moved over to sit next to Dean, taking one of his hands in her own and leaning into his shoulder. “It’s going to be fine, Dean. Hogwarts is a big place, and they’re only going to take one kid from our house and year. I’m sure you’ll be fine, even if your name does get picked… I’d bet my whole stock of Chocolate Frogs that Gordon Walker takes your place. He actually wants to go.” Dean leaned back, kicking his feet up on the seat where Lisa had been sitting and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. He tried to remember that her name is up for The Choosing this year too, and the gloomier he was about it, the worse it would be for her. He squeezed her gently and chuckled. “Yeah, that crazy son of a bitch has been chompin’ at the bit to get to his 5th year. Guess it’s his time to shine, huh?”

Lisa nodded briefly and then fell quiet, allowing Dean to slip back into his thoughts. The Choosing. Already? How the hell did time pass so damn quick? Every year since Voldemort gained power, 5th, 6th, and 7th year students were chosen from each of the four Hogwarts Houses - Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. One kid from each year in each house, for a total of 12. They were always… lesser students, ones that Voldemort deemed unworthy. Voldemort hated anyone and anything that wasn’t a pureblood wizard. That included half-bloods, muggle-borns, and just about any creature that wasn’t a giant. Even Voldemort knew the tactical advantages behind having a giant on his side. The rest were disposable, and seen as less than human. There was a problem, though, as there so often is when bigotry is involved. And that problem was population. The purebloods were dwindling in numbers, and Voldemort created a solution: The Mudblood Hunger Games. He’d round up a mix of students and magical creatures from Hogwarts and give them a chance to prove that they belonged in his new world order. Names would be drawn from The Goblet of Fire, and unless someone volunteered to take your place, you were transported with the rest of the chosen few to Purgatory. Not much is known about what happens in Purgatory, but only one tribute ever makes it out alive. The rest either die in Purgatory, remain trapped, or… by some outlandish theories, are fed to Voldemort’s snake Nagini if they aren’t the first one to find the portal out of there. Dean shuddered at the thought of being fed to a giant snake, which causes Lisa to sit up and squeeze his hand.

“Seriously, Dean. Quit worrying. You’re not going to get chosen, and neither am I. We’re going to have a great year and you’re going to pass all your exams and then I’m kidnapping both you and Sam over the summer.” She nodded her head once, matter-of-factly.

Dean narrowed his eyes at her. “Sorry, what now?”

Lisa nodded again, more insistently this time. “You heard me, Winchester. You and your brother are going to come stay with me whether you like it or not. My mom already talked to yours, it’s all set up.” She grins and kisses him quickly. “It took me ages to convince my mom, but I finally did it. I told her how you have to stay at school over the holidays and you dread going home for the summer break, because your dad is such a --” She cut off abruptly and pursed her lips. “I’m sorry, Dean. You know what I mean, though. She thought it would be good for you two to spend some time with proper wizards, and I --” She blushed, and continued quietly, “I didn’t want to spend another summer away from you. Please tell me you’ll at least consider it?”

And he did consider it. A summer away from his dad sounded too good to be true. He smiled widely and kissed her again, just as Finnick Odair opened the compartment door and made a very disgusted noise when he saw them. “Oy! Get a room, you two, other people have to share this train too.” He walked over and shimmied himself between them, then looked over at Lisa and winked, clicking his tongue. “Hey Braeden, you miss me?”

Lisa scowled and Dean smacked Finnick’s arm, then pushed him to the seat opposite him. “Don’t be a tool-bag, Finn. You know she’s about as taken as it gets, so knock it off.”

Finnick’s eyes danced as he smirked at Dean. “What, are you afraid of a little competition, Winchester? That doesn’t sound like you at all. Who hurt you over the summer?”

Dean rolled his eyes, but was more or less thankful for the distraction. He had a feeling he was going to need a lot of those if he was going to survive this year.

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huntertales · 6 years ago

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Part Two: Let’s Get a Few Things Straight. (We Need to Talk About Kevin S08E01)

Episode Summary: Two years have passed since the unexpected death of the reader. Sam and Dean Winchester have continued without their hunting partner, believing that she is gone forever. However an accidental run in on a college campus makes the boys wonder if someone they had lost has come back from the dead, the reader. Dean quickly realizes it’s her. But there’s one problem, she has no idea who she really is. Will the boys be able to get her memories back and figure out what happened? Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Temp. OFC x Reader) Word Count: 6,059.

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Back in the day when you were still alive, Dean had this routine he used to do. This was when you were living at home with your days filled with endless research and the idea of hunting and saving the world as a passing thought of “What If?” before it disappeared for another day. Sam was at school and Dean was hunting with his dad, sometimes taking the odd job by himself if a case consumed John to the point where he wanted to work alone. Dean would always check up on you every few months to see how you were doing and if things were all right, but it wasn’t always announced.

He had this little habit of just following you around town, watching as you go on your daily routine and completing a list of errands. Get some groceries, stop at the post office, pick up a few new books of lore you found at the bookstore you didn’t have to learn about a new creature you thought you were never going to hunt. Every so often Dean would take you by surprise, pretending to come up for a visit when you were home from your running around town.

The smile on your face when you saw him always made him laugh, it was almost like a private joke with himself. More like the satisfaction of seeing how happy you got when you saw him. You had grown to enjoy living on your own. You kept yourself busy enough to pass the time, with mundane tasks one has to do as an adult, along with other things like reading about all sorts of different topics and watching a copious amount of TV to pass the time. And the research asked from the Winchesters was enough to fill your time in between when you were out of tasks for yourself. You might say you enjoyed living on your own, but it got lonely sometimes.

You admitted one night over dinner, tipsy from the wine you had been drinking as Dean nursed a beer, that you liked it when he was here. The house felt a little bit less scary. You still suffered from nightmares about the day you saw your mother’s dead corpse possessed by Azazel for the longest time. At times you wished that things were different and the brothers would be able to put their differences asides to be a family once in a while. You respected Sam’s urge to go to college and John’s unhealthy obsession with abandoning everyone to hunt down a monster.

You adapted to the Winchester’s ways of showing love and affection—Distance and communication every once in a while to make sure one another wasn’t dead.

You tried for so long to bite your tongue, that was, until you started hunting with the brothers and saw John and what kind of “bullcrap” he’d been putting you and the boys through. (Your words spoken in a fit of rage.) That's when the real Y/N started to come through. You were more tough, you spoke what was on your mind and you stood your ground on what you did and didn’t like. You were stubborn at times, but you meant well. You wanted nothing more than to hunt and do things that benefited the world from outside of your house. The more you spent on the road with the boys, the closer all of you became. You were the glue that kept the boys together. Dean desperately wanted you back more than ever to help fix things back together.

Despite the reunion with his brother that went more in a bitter direction than Dean pictured, the boys put asides their personal differences to work on the strange situation in front of them. Sam worked on finding any sort of paper trail made this Y/F/N Thompson a real person and any kind useful information they should know. Dean bruised himself most of the afternoon following this Y/F/N around from college to sitting in the college parking lot until about four when she emerged with an armful of papers tucked in one hand and the handle of a messenger bag draped over her shoulder. She seemed innocent enough as she waved at her fellow coworkers and smiled at what Dean presumed might have been a few of her students.

Y/F/N patted around her pockets for her cell phone she accidentally dropped after bumping into Dean, not realizing it was sitting in the man’s palm. He watched as she struggled for a minute or so until she gave up and got into her car, driving off to the first location. First stop was to pick up a dress in town and a few groceries, along with some other places. Seeing all of this made Dean feel for a moment like he was back into his old routine with you. But it was when Y/F/N went home when reality came crashing in like a freight train, making him realize the woman he had been following around for the past hour and a half wasn’t you. She was a complete stranger.

Dean pulled into a rather modern suburban looking neighborhood, where every house looked the same and all the lawns were prestigious and green. It was the complete opposite of where you used to live. Ella, your mother, bought a house that was big and a little bit rundown, with a homeowner who wanted it off their hands. He remembered the times he used to be over when he was much younger, his father helping fix up things even if Ella protested such help. She wanted the place perfect for you. You thought it was home, the boys thought of it as their own as well when they were younger. It had been Sam’s first taste of normalcy. Ever since you had died they hadn’t even stepped foot back into that house, afraid of the memories it would bring back.

Dean called up Josh Carver on a whim to see if he could help figure out the situation that was going on. Josh thought along with everyone else that you were dead. However when Dean told him he saw someone exactly like you walking around and didn’t recognize him or Sam, Josh didn’t sound all that surprised. He gave the older Winchester a bit of information that helped shine some light on what might be really going on here. The night you were turned human you and Josh went to a local bar to let off some steam from the falling out you had with Cas. You admitted over a few drinks that you “wanted to be someone else for a change.”

“What I would do just to start over. Just for a little while. No knowledge of angels or demons...I want parents, I want to know what it feels like to be married. Hell, I want a mortgage.”

Dean had spent two grueling long years trying to come to terms with the fact that you were dead for good, but he could never lose hope, always trying to find some sort of way to bring you back. And then there was the constant guilt for thinking that all of this was his fault, if he had done something different maybe things would have changed the outcome. But he had a feeling it wouldn’t. There was only so much he could do. Dean hoped that this woman he had been watching all afternoon was the real Y/N. He wondered what he would have to do in order to get you to remember him.

What if that wasn’t a possibility? What if Cas had wiped your memory completely like he did to Lisa and Ben? Talk about opening up an old wound from the thought. Dean chose to make the Braden family forget about himself and the supernatural for their own protection. Now he wondered out of fear the angel, who wasn’t in his right mind at the time, had taken the liberty to do the same with you as well? Maybe the body that the boys and Bobby watched burned was the one your demon side had been using. And the real you was still out there, thinking she was someone else. And there was no way to change what Cas did.

It was sort of frustrating not having his two best friends here to help him with the situation. Dean felt another wave of guilt when he remembered Cas was still in Purgatory, and here he was getting angry about the fact that he wanted to see the angel and ask him a question about what he did two years to you. It was the Winchesters’ problem and they were going to have to deal with it, along with Kevin, who remained in the back of Dean’s mind. What the older Winchester was focused on right now was Y/F/N and figuring out who she was.

Dean focused his attention back to the woman and watched as she pulled into a fancy looking house and stepped out of the car. She was about ready to unload the thing she picked up and head inside, only he noticed someone come up from behind her, taking Y/F/N by surprise when the stranger wrapped his arms around her waist. Dean leaned forward in his seat slightly in caution, only it turned out to be some sort of “cute” thing couples do when he saw her quickly turn around to see a man that made her break out into a grin. You used to smile at Dean like that. And now you were doing it to someone else. Dean swallowed slightly, trying his hardest to stop himself from doing something he would ultimately regret.

The older Winchester watched as you wrapped your arms around a man he’d seen before in your social media pictures and others you had saved on your phone. Facebook said that you were married to this douche looking guy, Dean remembered his name was James. It hurt as he watched you lean forward and give a kiss to the man that wasn’t him. He wondered if this was how you felt around Lisa when you came back from the dead. This constant urge screaming in your head to jump up to your feet and tell Dean that Lisa was all wrong for him, it was you that knew him better than he knew himself. You were the only one for him. But you couldn’t. So you had to fight back your feelings. He didn’t know how you did it for that year.

Dean’s attention to the couple he was stalking was turned away for a moment when he heard his own phone going off. He answered the phone when he saw it was his brother, but his attention never left Y/F/N or that guy, his lips turning into a frown when he saw his grubby hands touching her body. She smiled when he said something and headed into the house with the belongings and disappeared from Dean's sight.

“So I did some digging and found some interesting stuff. Turns out there is in fact a real Y/F/N Thompson. Found her birth certificate, social security and driver’s license.” Sam said. “She’s been married to a James Thompson for the past six years. Only child of Louise and John Daily. Straight A student from middle school until high school, played soccer for most of her life and went to college at University of Michigan. She’s also a professor at the same college Channing goes to, which explains why we bumped into her there.”

Dean felt his stomach sink when he realized that you might be living a very real life and didn't have a clue about who you were anymore. "Great. You think Cas did a little too good of a job on erasing Y/N's brain and changed her completely?”

“You didn't let me finish. Here comes the weird part.” Sam said. His brother could almost picture the smile on his face from what his hacking abilities could dig up. “Y/F/N Thompson was in a car accident three months before Y/N died. She was hit on by a drunk driver. Unfortunately she wasn’t wearing her seatbelt, ending up going straight through the windshield and slipped into a coma. Doctors doubted she was ever going to wake up. But, low and behold, three months later, she wakes up with no memory of the accident or injuries. Louise, her mother, claimed ‘it was a miracle from God.’”

“Let me guess, family is a church going and God fearing family.” Dean muttered. Sam scoffed, giving his brother his answer. He looked over to the window when he saw a figure pass the window before vanishing from his sight again. “When did this Y/F/N wake up?”

“3:15 A.M.”

“Wait, isn’t that when—“

“Y/N was pronounced dead? Yeah. And here comes the

weird part. All of Y/F/N’s social media was created after she woke up from the coma. The only pictures I can find on the internet look like Y/N. But I hacked into the DMV and police database to see crime scene photos of the real Y/F/N. I’ll send you a few.”

Dean took his phone away from his ear and pulled up the photos his brother had send them to give them a quick look over. He saw a woman with a barely recognizable face lying on a hospital gurney with nurses and doctors surrounding her. But he could tell straight away this wasn’t you. It was the complete opposite of you in fact—from the skin color, hair, body shape. He felt a little bit more relieved as he continued the conversation with the younger Winchester.

"Okay, so let's say Y/N's really been alive this whole time pretending to be this Y/F/N. It's an interesting theory, but we've got no way of knowing if she remembers herself." Dean said. He felt a little bit of relief when he realized that you were really alive and well after all of this time. Life always had a funny way of working. But an obstacle was in the boys' way. "I mean, we can't just knock on her front door and ask if she remembers us."

"Yeah. But I found something that might work that could get us closer to her. I’m thinking if we do this, maybe we’ll jog her memory.” Sam said. “It’s a long shot, I know, but we don’t have a lot of options left here.”

+ + +

The next morning you were up earlier than you anticipated, and alone again. You stopped being surprised at the odd hours your husband worked from his new promotion he got a few months ago. Bad guys don’t put themselves away, and they sure don’t stop when you were trying to at least have one decent date night. You had enough things to do today from stopping back at your office to meet a student to discuss their failing grade and finish up the lecture you had planned for Tuesday’s class. And you couldn’t forget your lunch date with Melody, along with swinging by your parents house quickly to discuss your father’s surprise sixth birthday party. On top of it you still needed to find your freaking phone.

You got to work on getting ready for the day and heading to your office before ten so you had enough time to swing by your local coffee shop to get a drink to wake you up. Your student was probably going to be late as per usual. They missed three of your classes already this month and they barely handed one assignment in that didn't seem like a twelve year old wrote it. You got to your office a little after you planned and settled yourself down, not the least bit surprised to see you were alone.

You went to your desk and spent the first twenty minutes answering emails from coworkers and a few of your students. You reached for your coffee as you read through an email from a student of yours, not noticing there were two strangers lingering in the doorway. It took a soft knock on the door for you to break your concentration away from your laptop screen to see a set of two men dressed in suits, their focus on you. You gave them a small smile as you pushed yourself up to your feet, wondering if they might be lost.

“Can I help you, gentlemen?” You asked them.

“Are you Y/F/N Thompson?” The shorter one of the two men spoke up first, bringing your gaze over to him. You nodded your head to answer his question. You watched as they pulled out what appeared to be badges from the inside pocket of their suit jackets, making you realize they were from the FBI. "I'm Agent Dean Rorak. And this is my partner, Agent Sam Freedman. We’re investigating the disappearance of Edna White. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?”

“Of course. Have a seat, agents. I was supposed to be meeting a student of mine, but I doubt he's going to be showing up." You gave the both of them a smile as you peered out the door slightly to see there was nobody there. You ushered the men to sit as you took your seat back to your desk, shutting your laptop and moved around some papers so it appeared that you had things somewhat together. “This is a little weird, I have to admit. I'm a little bit surprised the FBI is interested in something like this. My husband—he’s a detective—said she would come back eventually.”

"Well, we take the matters of missing people very important." Agent Rorak said. You gave him a smile as you looked in his direction when he spoke, relief crossing your expression. His partner seemed the remark was a bit out of line, he cleared his throat and gave the man a bit of a dirty look, which went unnoticed by the both of you.

"So, you're Edna White's next door neighbor, is that correct?" Agent Freedman spoke up, bringing your attention over to him. You nodded your head to answer the man’s question. “And you were the one who filed her missing?”

“She's only been gone for a few days, but I don't know where she would have left without telling anyone. Her husband died a few months after my husband and I moved into the neighborhood. She has no kids. She's seventy years old with a heart condition." You said, your voice dropping into a serious tone to show your concern. "I’m just worried about her.”

“Did she seem out of character leading up to her disappearance?" Agent Freedman asked. You gave him a bit of a confused look, wondering what he meant by that. "Was she acting more hostile or violent? Like she wanted to hurt someone?"

"No. Nothing like that. But...she was acting a bit paranoid the very last time I saw her. She was acting like someone was following her.” You said, trying to remember the best of your ability. "My husband and I are quite fond of her, she’s practically family. We went to check up on her to see if she was okay, but when we did…she freaked out when she saw my husband. And on top of it she wouldn’t believe how long it had been since we saw her last.”

“Wait,” Agent Rorak stopped you, finding a piece of your story a bit interesting. “What do you mean about her being afraid of your husband?”

“Edna’s getting older. She forgets things, and I can’t tell you how many times she locked herself out of her house. Sometimes she even thinks James is her dead husband. But it wasn’t like that.” You explained the situation a bit better for them to understand. You were about to continue on to the part of the story about what happened that got you nervous, but when you thought back to the memory, your lips stretched into a faint smile from how ridiculous it sounded. “You’re gonna laugh at what I’m going to say. It’s sort of...weird.”

“Trust us,” Agent Rorak reassured you with a slight smile as he leaned forward in his seat. “We know weird.”

“Well, uh...she claimed my husband was taken over by a ‘cloud of black smoke.’ She said she saw it the day she went missing—the day she thought it still was when we checked up on her. She was shaking.” You told them the story, waiting for one of them to crack up laughing like how James and his coworkers did. However the agents sat there with a serious expression, they seemed even a little bit disturbed by what you saw. “She kept saying that he needed to get away from her, that I needed to run. He was a ‘monster with horrendous black eyes.’ Weird, right?”

“Had Edna expressed these kind of claims before she disappeared?” Agent Freedman asked you. You thought about it for a second before shaking your head. “Has she complained about the smell of rotten eggs? Flickering lights?” “She didn’t complain, but her placed did reek of it when I went to go check up on her the day I filed the report. I thought maybe it was a gas leak and she...you know, didn’t make it out. But she wasn’t there. And all of her appliances were working just fine.” You answered the man’s questions honestly, however you felt a little silly, unsure of how this could help. “And as for as the lights go, it’s been happening for the past week or so. The entire neighborhood has been going weird. We think it’s an electric problem. They’re building a new development not far from where we live.” You noticed that the two agents seemed a little uneasy from the information that you gave them, leading you to believe they must have thought you were crazy as Edna. Agent Freedman gave you a smile as he pushed himself up to his feet, you and his partner followed. “All right. I believe that should be all. You’ve been a big help, Y/F/N. I believe that should be all.” Agent Rorak pulled out something from his pocket, you noticed it was a business card with his number printed on the front. He handed it over, “If you happen to see or hear anything—even remember anything, don’t hesitate to contact us.”

“Of course.” You agreed, examining the card for a moment before looking back up at him to give the man a reassuring smile. “Have a good day, agents. And thanks again for this. It really means a lot you’re taking this seriously.” The two men returned the gesture before they showed themselves out to the hallway so you could get back to work. Dean was just outside when he saw someone come straight out from the corner of his eye, heading straight for your office. He stepped back in time when he noticed the student you were supposed to have met fifteen minutes ago came sprinting into the room, apologizing left and right about being late. You let out a sigh and showed your discontent with his tardiness. Never less, you gestured a hand for him to sit down where Dean was just a moment ago, the both of you getting back to your business of why you were here this morning. “Sounds like demon possession to me.” Sam said, making sure to keep his voice no higher than a whisper as he discussed the matters with his brother. “You think Crowley found out Y/N’s alive somehow? Decided to have one of his goons jump the husband just to make sure?” “Old lady sees him get possessed, freaks out and doesn’t show her face for a while. Y/N, being the good samaritan she is, checks up on her to see if she’s all right. But when she opens her mouth, demon gets afraid Y/N might start remembering so he kills Edna to keep her quiet.” Dean tried guessing what was going on here from the story you told him and the younger Winchester. He peered inside the office to see you were deep in conversation with your student, having no clue what was going on. “I’ll tell you one thing, I’m not letting her out of my sight.”

+ + +

It was the late afternoon when you finally got home from your somewhat successful meeting with your student and lunch with your friend that turned into a shopping trip to spend money of things you really didn't need. You made your way into the house and dropped the bags by the front door, deciding you would take care of them in a little while. You headed into the kitchen to grab yourself something to drink. As you made your way into the next room, you smiled when you saw a familiar face sitting at the island, drinking what smelled to be coffee.

“Hi, honey.” You greeted the man you thought you knew so well and loved, the smile across your lips grew wider as you reminisced about the night you spent with him what was hours ago. You leaned down to give him a quick peck on the lips before you went to the countertop where you smelled the freshly brewed coffee calling your name. “How was your day?” “It was just terrific.” James said. You looked over your shoulder as you gave him another smile from his answer. The man brought the coffee cup to his lips to take another drink as he watched you turn your back to him, missing the smug smirk that began to spread across his lips. You asked him what put him in such a good mood. "It's work related. You see, my boss has been bugging everyone nonstop about this...well, let’s call her a criminal who has friends in a lot of high places who tried to hide her. Real nasty bitch. And I finally found you.” You found yourself stopping midway through pouring yourself a cup of coffee when you heard a series of words coming out of your husband’s mouth that sounded awfully unlike him. You slowly looked over your shoulder to see your husband was standing on his feet now with that smug smirk on his lips that seemed permanently frozen on his face. When you looked into his eyes, you felt the grip around the coffee pot slowly slip out, the glass crashed to the countertop, breaking into tiny pieces when you saw those...eyes. The ones Edna had warned you about.

In the house next to yours, the Winchesters made true to their promise of not straying too far from where you went, however they decided to check out Edna White's house while they were, curious to see if what Dean suspected what was going on was true. The boys wandered through the home, searching for some sort of clue that you might have missed while you searched. While the house didn't show any signs of a break in or a struggle, not even a drop of blood, it didn't mean that one took place. Demons might be bastards, but they knew how to be tricky.

Dean searched in a few closets and peered down to the basement to see if he might be able to find anything. He headed into the kitchen and poked his nose around while his brother took the living room. When the older Winchester noticed a shut door he hadn't seen before, he cautiously stepped forward to open up the door, and when he did, the very thing that he had been looking for appeared, dropping at his feet. Dean let out a quiet sigh when he saw the face of one Edna White, throat slashed from ear to ear, a fine yellow powder scattered across the pantry floor.

"Sam," Dean called out his brother's name. "I found her.”

The younger Winchester stepped back into the kitchen to see the sight that he had been silently dreading to see, an old woman who had been viciously killed, probably for a while from the awful decomposing smell coming off from her body. Seeing her dead body meant one thing, what she had tried to warn you about might have been true. Sam took his gaze away from the dead body for a moment when he heard something echo in the air, it sounded like a scream. He furrowed his brow as he looked out the kitchen window. Sam noticed right away he had a perfect view of the house next door, which was yours. “James, don’t scare me like that!” You screamed on the top of your lungs, your petrified expression changed quickly into anger when you felt your skin starting to burn from the coffee you accidentally spilled on yourself at what you saw. The liquid wasn’t scolding hot, but it was still hot enough to make your skin burn, quickly making you rush to turn on the faucet sink. “God, I think I burnt myself. You’re just an ass, sometimes. You know that?” You were about to put your burnt hand underneath the cold water, but before you could, you felt someone roughly grab a hold of the tender skin, squeezing it while they turned you around. James yanked you so you were looking at him, you noticed right away that his eyes were back to normal. "Do you know how long we all thought you were dead, Y/N?” “James, let go of me.” You ordered at your husband, unsure of what was going on with him. It was like a switch in him changed. You’ve never seen him like this before. Sometimes he pulled pranks to scare you for fun, but nothing like this. All you knew was that your hand was throbbing now in pain from how hard he was holding you. You tried to get yourself free, but he only squeezed the flesh harder. “You’re hurting me.” "This hurts?" James asked you in a mockingly sympathetic tone. He roughly squeezed the burned flesh, making you let out a noise that made his smile grow wider. “Oh, baby. This is foreplay compared to what Crowley has got in store for you after what you did, Y/N.”

“Who the hell is Y/N?” You questioned the man in a shaky voice. “James, seriously. “What has gotten into you?”

"Wow. Castiel really did a good job of scrambling up your brain, didn't he? You don't recognize my kind, baby?" James wasn't making any sense here. You furrowed your brow in confusion as the throbbing pain in your wrist started to slowly weaken. When you saw your husband blink, you found yourself letting out a terrified gasp, somehow his eyes transformed into the same pair of inky black eyes that made a shiver run down your spine. "I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Hey, you ugly ass son of a bitch.” A male voice came from behind you, taking the both of you by surprise. Suddenly you felt the grip around your arm disappear, only to be replaced when James grabbed a knife from the sink, the sharpest one you owned, and pressed the blade against the hollow point of your throat. You felt James’ arm wrap around your body, pinning your arms to your side so you wouldn’t fight back. You were too afraid to breathe from how close the knife was. Your eyes wandered over to a familiar face you saw just earlier this morning standing in your kitchen, a loaded gun pointing at your husband. It was Agent Rorak. At least, that’s who you thought it was.

“Dean Winchester. Well, what a surprise!” James greeted the hunter with a smile as he blinked, showing off the set of malevolent eyes the man knew that belonged to only a demon. “How the hell are you, man?” “Pissed off.” Dean replied. “If you know what’s good for you, I’d suggest you let her go.” The demon pretended to think about the request for a moment before he responded, “Nah. Crowley has been looking for her for a while. If I let you and Y/N run off into the sunset, my ass is on the line. And you don’t want to be on his bad side.” "Do I look like I give a rat’s ass what your piss poor king wants? I just spent a year slaughtering my way through monsters. Do you really want to me on my bad side? I'll say it again." Dean narrowed his eyes on the demon as he repeated his order one more time for him to understand. “Let her go, you son of a bitch.”

“You know, you got yourself a fine girl, Dean. Too bad she doesn’t remember you. Hell, she doesn’t remember anything. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” The man you thought to be your husband suddenly felt like a stranger. You winched when you felt him lean his head down so his lips were hovering over your ear, making you want to do just about anything to get away from him. Dean could feel his grip around the gun tighten in anger. “Took us a while to find her. But I must say, the hunt was worth the wait. I could have dragged her to Crowley the moment I jumped this meat suit, but then I thought, 'Nah. Let's stick around. See how good she's in the sack.’“ “Wow.” Dean pretended not to be fazed by what the demon said. “Do you kiss your mother with that filthy mouth of yours?” “No. But I’d gladly kiss your mother’s with it.” The demon replied back with a smik. “Speak of family, where’s that brother of yours? I know if there’s one Winchester, there’s always another.”

The demon should have been careful about what he asked for. You felt the blade press closer against your neck from what unfolded next, but it barely grazed the skin before it disappeared, along with James’ hold around your body. You stumbled forwards when you suddenly heard the sound of something heavy hit the ground. Looking down to your feet, you noticed it was your husband, standing over his body was the agent you had seen earlier as well. You noticed that he was holding a knife, too. But it looked like any other one that you had ever seen before.

You felt frozen in your spot for a moment as your brain tried to comprehend what the hell just happened. Your wrist was throbbing in pain from the burn that was neglected as you realized your husband flipped a switch. He kept calling you, Y/N...he tried to kill you. You inhaled a deep breath as you slowly lifted your good hand to your throat where James had pressed a knife against. One second his eyes were black, and then they were normal. And then there was talk of demons. You furrowed you brow as you continued to stare at the dead body bleeding out on your kitchen floor. But you slowly looked away when you heard someone speak up.

"It's gonna be okay." You looked up to see that it was Dean who was speaking words of comfort as he lowered his gun. But you couldn't hear what he was saying. The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat pounding loudly in your ears. "We're not here to hurt you..."

You weren't sure who the two men were standing in your kitchen, you didn't know what the hell was going on anymore. All you knew that you suddenly felt yourself growing lightheaded. You moved one foot forward to try and take a seat somewhere before you could pass out. The logical side of you was trying to tell you to run, but another part of you felt safe. You only managed to move a single step before you felt your knees give out. You felt your vision grow black before you fell into the arms of Dean, not realizing what other mess you were about to wake up to.

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Favorite Things

I’m bored out of my mind at.... hell, I don’t even know what time it is.

Food and Drink

Favorite Fast Food Restaurant?

Umm, it really depends. I like Chinese/Asian type foods and pizza and a lot of things, so... I can’t really choose one? I really love Thai Express though.

Favorite Ice Cream Flavor?

It’s a toss up between pistachio and mint chocolate chip. Chocolate chip cookie dough is really good too

Favorite Chocolate Candy?

Ferrero Rocher or anything with a chocolate/hazelnut mix

Favorite Fruity Candy?

Sour Skittles or wine gums

Favorite Flavor Starburst?

Either the pink or the red

Favorite dish at Olive Garden?

I’ve actually never been to Olive Garden.

Favorite kind of sushi?

Uramaki (California rolls)... I also like maki.. (oh boy, now I’m craving sushi)

Favorite Asian dish?

I’ve really only had Westernized type Asian food, so.. I love spring rolls, sushi (see above), chow mein...

Favorite Italian Dish?

There’s a lot to choose from there as half my extended family is from Calabria... so... chicken parmigiana or angel hair primavera

Favorite food of all time?

There’s a lot to choose from there... I really love steak though. Like, a little too much.

Favorite way to cook a steak?

Medium, sometimes medium well

Favorite pasta dish?

Angel hair primavera

Favorite cookie?

White chocolate macadamia nut

Favorite fast food french fries?

Mcdonalds

Favorite cereal?

Raisin Bran. Don’t @ me

Favorite breakfast food?

Mmmm, omlettes.

Favorite pizza toppings?

Pepperoni, green pepper, sometimes pineapple.... sometimes olives.

Favorite fruit?

It’s a tie between strawberries, cherries and pomegranates.

Favorite vegetable?

Broccoli

Favorite dessert?

White chocolate cheesecake.

Favorite comfort food?

Homemade chicken soup

Favorite way to eat bacon?

On its own, honestly.

Favorite thing at a buffet?

I don’t really go to buffets.....

Favorite pumpkin flavored treat?

Pumpkin spiced lattes........................ don’t start with me

Favorite dish at Thanksgiving?

Stuffing.

Favorite cake?

Strawberry shortcake... or angel cake w/ strawberries.

Favorite ice cream sundae toppings?

Hot fudge, maraschino cherries and whipped cream

Favorite thing to cook?

I love making pizza..

Favorite soda?

Cherry coke.

Favorite alcoholic drink?

Vodka coke.

Favorite drink at Starbucks?

Skinny cinnamon dolce latte

Favorite flavor coffee?

I just.... coffee? and espresso... I love espresso.

Television & Movies

Favorite 80′s movie?

Um, toss up between ET, the Indiana Jones movies (Last Crusade has always been my fave), and The Shining.

Favorite Harry Potter movie?

Toss up between Prisoner of Azkaban and Half Blood Prince in the HP series... Crimes of Grindelwald (so far) in the Fantastic Beasts series.

Favorite Hobbit from Lord of the Rings?

Bilbo.

Favorite Simpson’s character?

Lisa.

Favorite cartoon cat?

Felix the cat.

Favorite TV sitcom?

I Love Lucy. Does that count as a sitcom?

Favorite cartoon?

Peanuts (does that count?) or Looney Tunes

Favorite scary movie?

I’ve watched a LOT of horror movies, but Halloween (1978) hands down.

Favorite funny movie?

Hmmm... I don’t watch many comedic movies, honestly.. Bridesmaids? I don’t know..

Favorite celebrity?

Y’all really gonna ask this? We all know it’s Jude Law.

Favorite South Park character?

I never really got into South Park, tbh.

Favorite chick flick?

Um, The Holiday and maybe Confessions of a Shopaholic....

Favorite Pixar movie?

I’d have to choose three ‘cause I can’t choose one... Ratatouille, Coco, and Toy Story

Favorite Family Guy character?

Don’t really watch it. I watched the first season. Stewie, I guess?

Favorite Leonardo Dicaprio movie?

Aw, you gotta do this to me? Top 3: Titanic, The Great Gatsby and Shutter Island.

Favorite Actress over 50?

Do people who are dead count? ‘Cause I’d choose Marilyn Monroe in a heartbeat.

Favorite Marvel movie?

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Favorite TV Show?

A tie between Hannibal and Twin Peaks.

Favorite cancelled TV series?

Hannibal. Definitely Hannibal.

Favorite show on the Discovery Channel?

I don’t really watch it all that much.... can I use a show from the History Channel instead? (Hunting Hitler)

Favorite classic movie?

Niagara (1953) or Dracula (1931)

Music

Favorite Beatles song?

Golden Slumbers

Favorite string instrument?

Acoustic guitar

Favorite instrument?

Piano

Favorite band or music artist?

I have too many so, Neutral Milk Hotel, Nirvana and Lana Del Rey.

Favorite music genre?

Indie, alternative, whatever.

Favorite style of dance?

I love the way swing dancing looks.

Favorite boy band?

Oof, ya outtin’ me. NSYNC.

Favorite disco song?

Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough - Michael Jackson or Night Fever - Bee Gees

Favorite 80′s song?

I love a LOT of 80′s music so... I can give you a few (I can’t choose one, that’s impossible): Call Me - Blondie, Take on Me - Aha, Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler, You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) - Dead or Alive, A Criminal Mind - Gowan, Maneater - Hall & Oates, Smooth Criminal - Michael Jackson (THERE ARE A LOT MORE)

Favorite cover song?

Byaginc’s version of Losing My Religion - REM and I also really like Lo-Fang’s version of You’re the One That I Want.

Favorite one hit wonder?

Sex and Candy - Marcy Playground

Favorite song you’re embarrassed to like?

Ummmmm.. if I have to pick one.. Irresistible by Jessica Simpson (also the version with Lil Bow Wow is a banger?)

Favorite foreign band/artist?

Catatonia (does that count, I mean, I’m not Welsh.. so). I also like Pink Floyd.

Travel & Recreation

Favorite state you’ve visited?

I’ve only visited one state in the US and it was Florida.

Favorite country you want to visit?

Italy or England

Favorite thing about America?

If you’re referencing the US, I live in Canada, so... I don’t know?

Favorite kind of vacation?

I love beaches... but I also love art and architecture so *shrug*

Favorite car?

1950′s VW Beetle.

Favorite road to drive on?

I don’t drive.

Favorite way to travel?

Car, I hate planes.

Favorite beach?

I haven’t been to many honestly.

Favorite place to go with family?

DISNEY WORLD.

Favorite vacation you’ve taken?

The first one I ever went on to Universal Studios in Orlando.

Favorite fictional place you’d want to visit?

Hogwarts, let’s be real.

Favorite ride at a carnival?

Those swing carousel things.

Favorite thing to do at the beach?

.....read

Favorite rollercoaster?

I do nOT do rollercoasters.

Favorite theme park?

Disney DISNEY D I S N E Y

Favorite thing about traveling?

I love nice hotels, I don’t know why that’s my fave part, but it is.

Nature & Animals

Favorite dinosaur?

Um, I’ve never really thought about that? T-Rex, I guess?

Favorite breed of dog?

Poodle.

Favorite season?

Autumn

Favorite flower?

Hiscibus

Favorite animal at the zoo?

Elephants... if they have them or pandas

Favorite type of bear?

Panda bears

Favorite natural disaster?

....what kind of question is that?

Favorite reptile?

I love snakes.

Favorite animal?

Tie between cats and sloths.

Favorite bird?

Owls.

Favorite thing in the sky?

The moon.

Favorite thing about a rainy day?

Hearing rain on the roof.

Favorite sea creature?

Can I say the Loch Ness Monster? (haha) Jellyfish.

Favorite color rose?

Light pink or dark red.

Favorite small mammal?

KITTENS!

Favorite big cat?

I love snow leopards.

Favorite thing about spring?

Flowers.

Favorite wild animal you’d like as a pet?

A sloth.

Sports

Favorite sport?

Soccer

Favorite extreme sport you're too scared to do?

Does snowboarding count?

Favorite Olympic sport?

Figure skating.

Favorite football team?

Don’t watch American football.

Favorite basketball team?

Don’t really watch that either.

Favorite hockey team?

I know I’m Canadian, but I’m honestly not that invested. I’d choose the Maple Leafs ‘cause I’m from TO, but they’re.... aw f ul.

Favorite baseball team?

Blue Jays

Favorite sport to play?

Soccer.

Favorite winter sport?

I do not do winter sports. I’m a klutz as it is.

Favorite sport you wish you were a pro at?

Figure skating would be AMAZING.

Favorite professional athlete?

Serena Williams, Evgenia Medvedeva

Favorite sport to watch in person?

Hockey.

Childhood

Favorite nursery rhyme?

Didn’t really have a favorite.

Favorite childhood memory?

My grandfather.

Favorite board game?

Monopoly or Scrabble

Favorite children’s show?

I looooooved Looney Tunes. I still do, honestly.

Favorite toy as a child?

I had a Barney the Dinosaur plush (I had Barney everything)

Favorite teacher?

My sixth grade teacher was a pretty cool dude.

Favorite thing about school?

Art class.

Favorite age?

Don’t really have one, maybe 4 or 5?

Favorite Christmas present?

My mom bought me a N64.

Favorite Dr. Seuss book?

Green Eggs & Ham

Favorite Halloween costume you've worn?

Technically I wore it as a teen, but the Silk Spectre II costume I wore when I was 17.

Favorite lunchbox snack?

Dunkaroos!

Favorite Winnie the Pooh character?

Pooh & Eeyore.

Favorite thing to do during recess?

Read.

Favorite superhero?

Wonder Woman.

Favorite video game?

Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.

Favorite color Power Ranger?

Pink.

Favorite fairy tale?

Does Beauty and the Beast count?

Favorite game to play outside?

Catch the flag.

Fashion & Beauty

Favorite department store?

Does Sephora count as a department store?

Favorite place to shop?

There’s a lot of places I love to shop. Mostly bookstores though.

Favorite store in the mall?

Indigo/Chapters (I love my books)

Favorite perfume/cologne?

YSL Black Opium or Chanel’s Coco Mademoiselle

Favorite hair color?

On me? A mix of auburn and dark brown

Favorite makeup you can't live without?

Eyebrow pencil

Favorite shoes?

My thigh high dark brown suede go-go boots. ;)

Favorite occasion to dress up for?

I’ll honestly dress up for anything. I love dressing up.

Favorite hairstyle?

Anything wavy/curly with or without braids.

Favorite outfit you have?

Right now I have a super cute wrap dress that I like.

Favorite soap scent?

I like the smell of Dove soap, is that weird?

Favorite article of clothing?

I love high waist mini skirts.

Favorite place for a piercing?

Upper ear.

Favorite piece of jewelry?

Right now I’m a dork for the replica pendant from Crimes of Grindelwald. I also love this bracelet/ring/hand jewelry thing I have.

Favorite thing to wear to bed?

Sometimes lace and silk stuff ;) Sometimes just huge t-shirts

Favorite luxury brand?

YSL

Random

Favorite candle scent?

I love coconut scents.

Favorite extracurricular activity?

.....reading? (again)

Favorite day of the week?

Sunday

Favorite holiday?

Does Halloween count as a holiday?

Favorite website?

Well, I’m on Tumblr QUITE a bit...

Favorite way to communicate?

Usually face to face.. I hate talking on the phone. Text message is a close second.

Favorite Youtube video?

I love this dork. [x]

Favorite kind of house?

Victorian

Favorite car color?

Teal?

Favorite baby boy name?

I don’t know...

Favorite baby girl name?

Charlie, Evelyn

Favorite thing to do when you’re sick?

It’s an odd habit of mine to watch The Mummy or HP or Spice World for some reason

Favorite person you’ve never met?

Famous? Bryan Fuller Person in my life? MY THREE BEST FRIENDS!

Favorite question you’ve answered so far?

I don’t know...........

Favorite thing you’ve done in the last 24 hours?

I literally slept most of the day. Don’t judge me.

Favorite place to meet up with friends?

Kitty Cafes and.... cafes in general.

Favorite hobby?

Reading, making art.... listening to music

Favorite way to cheer you up?

Anything to do with Jude Law usually does the trick, bahaha

Favorite thing to look forward to?

Leaving this god awful small city to go explore other places.

Favorite kind of gift to receive?

Things that are heartfelt... things that people make whether it be handmade or... whatever... it’s really sweet.

Favorite crafty thing to make?

Does sketching count? Funny story, I used to get in trouble in art class in high school for sketching human anatomy (hands, collarbones etc) instead of reviewing art history notes, which I also loved by the way.

Favorite way to relax?

Reading, bubble baths.... other ways ;)

#about me #long post #I WAS BORED #and now I'm off to dreamland

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The Creep from the Bayou

(Puts the digital camera on the picnic table showing to be June 22, 2005. 5:24 AM).

Ok, if you guys are watching this it means I’m already or going to die anytime now. My name is Kathy, the only and maybe the last one to die. I just wanted to warn people about the dangers of these swaps, not just that… (Leaves crackling). Oh, my god! I think he knows where I’m at hang on. Ok, I think he has gone now, hopefully, you guys can hear me. I have to whisper because I know he may hear me. Here is how it went down, but I need to be quick about my story. It started on June 15th, I only thought to take my friends to the bayou for a summer vacation-type trip. There was me, Jason, Jane, Kerry, Lisa, Tavon, and Jane were going to stay at a nice cabin in the middle of the bayou. I’ll show you guys the rest of the tape. "Hey everyone, this is Jane, and the crew. Thought it'll be cool to steal Kathy's camera, so everyone will know what kind of fun we're having plus she's the ones whose driving, so yea that's the real reason. Here are our friends Jason, Kerry, Lisa, and Tavon not just friends, but also our classmate’s people." She’d said while poking me, obviously wanting me to say something, maybe something dumb knowing her. "Tell our fans about our great and scary stories about the bayou, we all know you’re such a know it all. Right?" Jane said, putting her hand out with the camera in the other acting like it was a mic. "Well, there was a man named ‘the creep’, who was some type of serial killer. They had claimed that there were about the same number of people as us going to the bayou for a summer vacation to be never seen again. There's a rumor that he usually takes his victims to his cabin basement to chop them up into little pieces. I heard that he'll eat them and saves their limbs in his basement freezer for later. For some reason, no one could catch him and all the people that were missing were never found again, and it's been more than 60 years. I think that the reason why he or the missing people were never found was that, maybe, the police were in on the whole thing. Not just them either, but the vacation agent was in on it too, so they could get money out of it and maybe just trick people like us into coming out here if they want to get rid of them. Like, if they were criminals or people they just didn't like, but who knows I might just be talking out of my ass, don't let my stories get you bitching out of this trip." "Well thank god it's not real. Please tell me it isn't true, girl." Lisa laughed, a worried note in her tone. "Maybe it's true or maybe not. Just makes sure you watch yourself, because you never know what may happen. We shouldn't worry though, we all came here to have some fun." Was the reply, followed by soft giggling. But I thought it could be a true story, just didn't want to worry my friends about anything or show even little bit of fear, but any who, we finally arrived at our nice cabin in the bayou. But, we didn't know that this was a 4-star type of camp site as the prices were a lot cheaper than the place looked like they should be, but I guess for more people to rent a room or two. So, I told the group that I wanted to sign us in to our rooms, the front desk woman looked like some nasty ass hag and it was kind of weird for her to look like that when the place looked like a resort. But hey, you got to do what you must do to get that money, right? “Welcome to the Bayou camp! How can I help you?" The camp associate happily asked. "Oh yes, I had reservation with you guys for Kathy Thompson." I replied while the associate typed my name in. "Here we go, so where you and your party are from?" "I'm from here, but my friends are from New York City, they're classmates. This is their first time being in the Bayou." "Great! I hope you guys have an exciting time here, but I'd hope they know about the creep, y'know?" "Oh, yes they do, but they thought it was a fairy tale. Well, that's everyone been telling me all my life.” “Oh, no my child. That story is a true one indeed, so you better watch your step. Also try to be more aware of your surroundings, you never know what may be lurking around these parts. There's been more killings in the last month or so, but I don't want to scare you and your friends and make you start running off, you may have nothing to worry about as long as I'm around. You and your friends have a great vacation now, you hear." But I didn't know that something may happen to us. I just wish we’d gotten our refund and drove back home, but you know college kids don't know any better, we just want to do what we want to do. (Shakes my head). So, we went to our cabins and thought we could make this work and do a camp fire story, maybe a scary one. "Hey guys, who wants to do one of Kathy's famous scary stories telling?" Jane said while rubbing her hands together in a creepy way, with a scary smile to match. I'd never seen her like that, but I thought it may be a good thing, so I decided to keep the scary mood going. I'm glad that I met her because she knows how to keep someone in a scared or happy mood. "So, we going to do this scary story thing or just sit here bored as hell?" Tavon asked with his arms crossed. “You guys know we can count on our girl Kathy for all the scary stories, right girl? I mean, like when she tells the story like the one in the car, she’ll make you pee your pants in half. " Jane replied. Before I could get my 2 cents in, we heard some leaves crunching outside near the kitchen. "What the fuck was that you guys?" Lisa asked while peeking through the blinds. We all looked at her like ‘bitch really?’ So, if I just told her that it could be just the wind. "Really? Since when does wind sound like that? It sounded like foot steps to me. Maybe we need to call the front desk to see if anyone else checked it before us." "You freak out over the craziest things, ever." Jason laughed at Jane. "Oh, shut up you know it's not because I'm scared just trying to have some common-sense dude." "Jane, we can go out there and see whose outside, okay?" I told her, so she could feel better. Like we thought, we didn't see a damn thing, so we decided to call the front desk to see if anyone worked or was staying there at all, but it was unlikely that they had anyone else. So, when I called the front desk to ask if there had been any people around before or during when she had checked in the cabin. Unfortunately, she said something that we didn’t wanted to hear. She told me that, maybe we had the creep lurking around the area but ‘hopefully he’s not going to hurt you in any way.’ The only thing she could say was, “Make sure to keep a look out to make sure he isn’t doing anything crazy, and just make sure you guys lock your doors and windows, now, you hear.” “Could I ask you one more thing before we go back to the cabin?” “Sure dearie. What’s on your mind?” She replied with her hands crossed over. “How well do you know this so-called creep? And if you know him/her well, tell me more of a back story then what you’ve already told me.” “Oh well, that’s the thing if I told you it wouldn’t be any fun, now would it. Let’s say maybe I do or maybe I don’t, like I said beforehand you better hit the hay before ye get way too tired now. Now go on and get, you hear. Oh, yea have a great night and stay, don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Man, I didn’t know what to believe anymore, that woman alone was creepy by herself. I don’t know why, but I truly think she knows more than she’s leading on, well, that should’ve been obvious. Well, we decided to walk back to the cabin, then half way there, our neighbor came out to see us. “Hey, I know we haven’t met before, but you may want to watch your back because there’s been a man lurking around both of our cabins for a while now. Just wanted to let you guys know, because I saw you guys go to the front desk trying to tell that ugly creepy woman what’s been going on, but she’ll only give you the run around these parts.” He explained. “What do you mean, what does she know?” Kerry asked. “Let’s go to my cabin and I’ll tell you everything that you needed to know.” I told my friends that I didn’t feel right about this guy, something about him didn’t sit right with me, but thought that maybe it was just me being paranoid, maybe way too much. “Ok, so where should we start besides that creepy lady, just hope she doesn’t bring that creep around. I can’t say but too much, but I think she has cameras around the camp.” “What do you mean cameras around here?” Jason replied. “Well, they say that front desk lady and the creep actually know each other and that they planted cameras around here, so they could study their guest on each move. Not just that, they make us stay forever, with all the paperwork she told you to sign. I hope you read it before you signed it, did you?” “Yea, my dumbass didn’t read the fine print of it just filled out my name that’s all I did.” I replied, most likely with a dumb look upon my face, my hand on the back of my head. “Maybe he’s going to tell us that if we sign it that means they own our souls and they’re crazy demon loving cannibal fools right. HA! HA!” Jason said. “Your half right Jason, and yes I know you name because you can’t keep your mouth shut at all, loud mouth. Yes, they’re hungry beast loving minions that were brought here to make sure they kill any living creature they want. First, they lure their victims to the cabins to make people think that the stay would be a great one, not knowing that they were being trapped here of their own free will. She has the creep to stalk her victims for a week, then after a week has passed they go for the kill. They may be planning on how to kill you guys now because you know way too much. If I was you guys, I'd be watching my back on all times. If you need backup, I’m always here. No matter what, you know where to get me.” The guy replied. Before I got to ask what, his name was, he somehow just disappeared without a trace, not just that, Tevon noticed that there were no foot prints on the ground. We all thought that was kind of weird that a person couldn’t leave any foot prints at all. “What the fuck is going on here you guys? We shouldn’t have come here at all. I hope this is a prank that Kathy is putting us on, because this isn’t funny dude.” Tevon said while having his hands behind his head and pacing back and forth. “No, I didn’t do any of this at all, I’d never prank anyone.” “Yea. Tevon I could’ve told you that she’s never been the type of person who'd treat her friends this way, so you guys don’t have to worry about either of us tricking you.” Jane replied. “Well, we need to figure out what we’re going to do and fast. I just don’t want to become their next freaking meal, so we may want to go back to the cabin. Something just doesn’t feel right, seems like someone or something is watching us, coming from near the front desk.” (Going back into cabin). “Maybe, like the guy was telling us, they thought that we knew too much and had found even more from him. I wish I’d just stayed home instead of getting caught up with some bullshit in the haunted bayou. But no, I had to be fun and exciting and have some friends that thought it’d be a great idea to go to a place that some crazy ass woman and her crazy ass “lover” wanted to make us into some human ass stew and have the rest of our body parts locked up in some basement freezer!” “Girl calm down, we can get through this, but maybe it’s just them trying to scare us so we could get a laugh out of this like part of the campsite.” Jason said. “Hopefully that’s the case Jason, we don’t know what will happen, but we need to protect ourselves to make sure we don’t get hurt by those weirdos.” I also told them to let me know if they see anything strange at all, happening to any of them. I was just worried that something was going to happen, I just knew it. Something always happens when someone is around me, I don’t know why though. So, most of us went outside while Jason stayed behind. I Gave them all walkie-talkies to stay in touch, and we were doing some testing to make sure everyone could hear each other clear enough, to make sure that we had each other backs. Then we heard something from the walkie-talkie, some creepy voice saying. “If you guys think you could get away from me, you have another thing coming. Your friend Jason is here with me all tied up, for some reason, he thought I was one of you guys. He’s so damn stupid he’ll make a really good soup for dinner for me and my family.” He explained, we could hear Jason trying to scream, but it seemed like he had something in his mouth. “Shut your fucking mouth boy!” (Boxes him in the jawline). “You let him go, don’t you worry Jason we’re coming for you.” Jane screamed, crying at the same time. We went back to the cabin to find that the nothing was out of place, it was like he just walked out taking the walkie-talkie with him, so we went to his bedroom and saw that his bed was made up and all his stuff was gone, like he was heading back home. “I don’t get it, they should be here. Check every room to make sure that creep doesn’t have any secret doors or something of that nature. I’ll go back to the front and let that crazy ass lady have a piece of my mind, and finally get to the bottom of this issue.” I told them while walking towards my car keys. But my keys weren’t there anymore, and after peeking outside, I saw that neither was my van. “What the fuck happened to the keys and the van?” “Kathy, what are you talking about? It was there when we left the cabin, it should be near the door. I thought you placed it there when we came back from the front desk.” Lisa gave me a very confused look while scratching her head. “Oh, come on. You really think the creep has done all of this and not stupid Jason pranking us all? I bet he made his voice seem so damn creepy and everything. But I do think we need to get the cops involved in this, I just don’t feel right about any of it.” Tevon said searching for his phone but he came back saying that he couldn’t even find it and none of us knew where it could be. “Damn, they knew we were going to call for help they must’ve taken our cell phones when we all stepped out to head for the front desk, because mine is gone as well. There has to be a way to get some help.” “I thought most places had their own landlines, maybe the front desk has one? Only way we’ll be able to get a hold of it is if she’ll be nice enough to let us use it or she’s stepped out. Only thing is I’m not going out there without the van, that crazy cannibal asshole might be out there and what if she’s not involved in this? Now she's in danger as well.” “Jane don’t worry, we can make it through this, alright? We just need to stick together as a family no matter what gets in our way. What we need to do is to make sure we find Jason and try to figure out what’s been going on. Also, Tevon, I know Jason would never do anything like this and you should know that. If he were pulling a prank, it’d be obvious, because he’s not good at lying at all. So, all we need to do is show those freaks whose boss and not let them get away with this.” “But, Kathy we don’t where we should start with any of this. I can’t believe I signed up for this, it’s like I just sold my soul to the devil (sigh).” Jane was very concerned, pacing back and forth. I tried to calm her down by saying “You've got to trust me on this one, don’t worry about any of this and stay strong because most people like that can smell fear like any other animal, okay? Now what I want you guys to do is to pair up and search for Jason. Make sure those two don’t get away with any of this, but like I said before, let me know if anything goes wrong at all, okay?” “Are you sure about this girl? Because you know how I feel about splitting up in the woods. You’re my friend and all, but I don’t know if we should be splitting up right now, y'know?” Kerry asked, biting her nails nervously. “I’m sure that we should split up, so that we can cover more ground than if we stuck together.” After our pep talk Tevon and Jane went one way while Kerry, Lisa, and I went another, taking two separate paths. Just hearing the crickets alone was creepy enough to have chills run down my spine. Plus, I kept hearing leaves rustling around and I knew it wasn’t from us. “Shut up you guys, do you hear that? I know I’m not going crazy.” “Well, yea girl, I think everyone, and their grandma heard that. It may just be the wind though, don’t worry about its girl let’s move forward okay?” Lisa explained. “I guess you’ve got a point, you guys know how I tend to act around the woods.” I replied. “Don’t worry Kathy, you know that me and Kerry have your back. No matter what happens you can be sure of that, never get it twisted.” “Girl I think she gets the damn point. Let’s search for Jason and get the fuck out of here please even I want to take my words back about the woods. When we get back into town I think I’m going to need about 4-5 glasses of wine, or just the whole damn bottle.” I heard the same noise again, and we knew for sure that it wasn’t the wind after all. “I knew it wasn’t just the wind and it was someone sneaking around here.” (Screaming) “That sounds like the others! Oh my god we have to go back inside! You know, like sane smart people, that sounds really nice right now, or we could get the fuck out of here! That’ll be a lot better than what I just said.” “Yeah, I agree with her I don’t want to stand around anything or anyone that could kill my ass any longer than I have to.” “Kathy, we need your help, that creeper just got Jane and was about to get me but I’m hiding from him. Just back to the cabin that’s where I’m hiding at. I don’t know when he’ll be coming back, hopefully not anytime soon. Please just hurry!” “Ok, we’ll come back there just hang in there, let us know if you hear anything that doesn’t sound right while we're coming for you. Hide in a safe place in the cabin, with no windows.” (Hears a woman screaming for help) “Oh my god that could be Jane!” “Oh hell no. I’m going straight to the fucking cabin you guys can die if you want to, but I’m taking my ass back to the cabin and phoning for help. I don’t care what you morons say about it.” Lisa said while running towards to the cabin. “Wait up I’m coming with you girl.” “I thought we were sticking together.” I said, throwing my hands in the air. “Child please we were, but if you die we’ll miss your ass forever.” Lisa and Kerry had replied together laughing as well. Damn, screw this, I guess I have to follow them anyways. Like they said I’m not dying for anybody else don’t care who it is. As soon as I started to open the door, I heard Lisa and Kerry screaming from inside the house, so I started running to safety. I already knew they were dead meat, the rest of the crew too. I just didn’t want to be a part of the murder cabin, so I decided to hide beyond a couple of bushes, trying to see where that freak went off to. I was hoping he'd gone somewhere far away, so I could get the fuck out of here. I was left wishing I had never put my friends in danger, but there was no way for me to know that this was going to happen. I heard footsteps in the distance coming closer as I started to sweat bullets, and he was close enough that I could see what he looked like, but he still couldn’t see me. He looked so damn gross with his greasy rubbery skin, a misshapen body and it seemed like he was holding something in his hand and mouth. Then I realized the thing in his mouth was human flesh and some of it was hanging from his teeth. Damn, I couldn’t believe someone would do something so dang nasty, but a crazy person would do some whack ass shit like that. I sat down on the ground, my back towards him, trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do, I needed to make out of there alive. I cursed in my head as I thought that he started coming towards me, forcing me to figure out how to make a break for it. I had to sneak out of there before he saw me and made me his next meal. But instead of coming for me like I thought he was, he seemed to be going towards the cabin. I needed to find the closest car and hotwire it before he could get a hold of me. I caught sight of my van, nowhere near where I'd parked it and thought that maybe, just maybe, I could just start the engine, and get the fuck out of there. Then I could go to the police and get the crazy so-called couple locked up in the loony bin, hopefully forever. Thankfully he was far enough away that I could just go straight to my van. I tried to sneak towards the van. (Leaves keep crackling with every step and he sees her.) “HEY BITCH COME HERE!” Fucking shit. Good thing the van wasn’t that far away from me, but I had to hide in another spot, close to the van, I was hoping that the keys are in or near the van. I cursed silently again as I saw the front desk building and wondered whether I could just lock it behind me, and maybe get some help from a police station or something. I snuck inside only to find the phone is off the hook, damn it. I didn't know what I should do. But then thought ‘Well, maybe I should hide under this desk, maybe it’ll help.’ “Go find her! We can’t let her get away and tell those freaking police, they may not believe a word she says but still. They never do believe them though, we just pay them off.” “Oh yes, but I love to play with our dinner, my darling. It makes for a better hunting experience. I heard him sniff around, probably for a trace of my blood, then he tells her that he found me in the front desk cabin. I realized that I had nowhere to hide, because if I went to the bathroom he’d see me through the window and I'd be just another sitting duck. I had to tell myself that I was going to be okay and that I was going to make it out of there alive. When I could hear nobody, I looked and could clearly see that the bathroom had a window, and thought that maybe I could just exit through that. So, I ran to the bathroom and found that the window was cracked opened. (Points the camera at me again.) So, yea now you know what happened to me and all my friends, but the only thing is I still don’t know what happened to my friends, so I’m going to figure out how to get the hell out of here. Get the police to find the rest of my friends. Oh, fuck hang on I may have to make a run for it. “Please don’t I beg of you.” “My wife would love to have you for dinner. HA! HA!” I made a break for it and luckily the car window was cracked open enough, so I could throw the damn camera inside. Fuck it I thought as I got in, hoping I could hotwire it and drive to safety, and I knew I should go back to get the others but felt I had to look after myself as well. “Oh fuck! He’s on my damn bumper, maybe I could get him off my tail. I know I shouldn’t be speeding but I don’t give a blood fuck right now, it’s either do it or fucking die. What the fuck is wrong with him?!” (He goes next to him about to slam her car off the road). “Not today buddy, if you want to play that game let’s go for it.” Guess you can say I truly snapped for my dear life, like we all had said before, I had to stay alive for my friends. I slammed my car into his repeatedly, until he goes off the road then I speed off to the police dept. I couldn’t let my friends die all because I wanted to have a wonderful time with them. I didn't want to see them go, it was my damn fault, I know you guys don’t think so, because who would've known that this was going to happen, right? But at least I had proof about what this crazy couple has been up to and I didn’t want anyone else going through the same thing we had. So, after an hour of trying to find the closest police station, I finally found one. Thank god, maybe I could get them to find my friends at that crazy camp bayou. “Oh, my god! What the bloody hell happened to you?” Office Benson asked. “You know that Campground in the Bayou? Well, there’s some crazy couple and they’ve been killing all my friends, and more people were being eaten alive. Not just that, on the way here he tried to run me over with his pickup truck about 5-10 miles that way. I actually caught everything on tape just in case if my body was ever found.” I cried after telling the story, thanking god that he believed me, but the thing he told me next made me crap my pants. “Well, the thing is we’ve been trying to find that creep for a very long time, but every time we go out there nothing seems to be out of place. To us, it looked like a regular empty campground. If you have proof that this campsite is there, maybe we could finally get to the bottom of this.” “You knew about this and didn’t at least try to block it off?! You let people get killed one by one. How could any of you guys let them get away with murder.” I cried, wanting to whoop his freaking ass. “Look Ms. Kathy, let’s look at the video to see what really happened. I just need you to calm down okay and yes I know it’s kind of our fault, but we just didn’t know, we all just didn’t know this was really going on.” Officer Benson reassured me that they’d get it under control. So, I showed him and the other officers that were on duty that night. From the look of it all they couldn’t believe what was going on, and not just that, but how they could've missed any of this. After an hour of watching the video they had to act quickly before they missed them completely. I was worried about the cops knowing about the whole thing and were planning to take me back to make them their breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But what choice did I have? The only thing I could do was try to trust them anyways. What’s the worst that could happen? “Ok, we’ll follow you to make sure nothing else happens to you on the way there, okay Ms. Kathy. When you get out of your car we’ll hide behind the trees, we’ll be using you for bait.” “You think this is a great idea? Because you’re going to put me in more danger than my own friends.” I asked him while talking to him on his cellphone. “Don’t worry, we’ve got this under control. This will work, okay Kathy?” “Guess I have no other choice.” So, we started to head down there but to tell you guys the truth I was a tad bit scared of being live bait for this cop and had very real fears that the creep would just eat me alive. I could only hope that if that happens the cops will come after him before he starts making me his dessert and what not. Even though in my heart I knew I had to give my friends some justice and save their souls and all, but I was also having 2nd thoughts about the whole thing. I just wanted this whole thing to end and to go home to my own bed. But I had to make sure that this crazy ass fool falls for the plan without any problems, because my life is in their hands at this point. We finally got there, but for some reason I still thought it was a bad idea in the first place, but I had to believe that the cops knew what they were doing. Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that they put a GPS tracking device on me to keep track of my every move from the station. The plan was that the guys still at the station would radio them to tell them where to follow me. They didn’t want me to just be wired, they wanted to prove that they had my back and could carry me back to safety. But I was whispering to them letting them know that I was ok. Then I heard something in the distance like some leaves crunching, I thought maybe it was him coming closer and briefly hoped so because I wanted to make sure we finally caught the asshole. At the same time, I didn’t want to give him any chances, because I didn’t know if the cops were going to catch up on time. I didn't want him to end up finishing me off like he did with my friends, and to have my body found in the freezer in some basement corner. I tried not to make any sounds while he came towards me, and as I hid behind the bushes, my life started to flash before my eyes. I felt like I couldn’t let this crazed maniac get to me, I had to be the hero. You know what? I freaking went for it, no holding back. “Hey, you creep, if you want some come get me!” “What the hell are you doing girl?” “Trust me this will work, just have to make sure he’ll fall for it.” I explained as quietly as possible. But the creep caught on to the whole operation, and with a manic laugh looked around at our surroundings. He laughed one more time, then came towards me with a crazy smile. “Oh, come on you think I’m that stupid girly. Not one of those stupid class-mates now, also make sure if you wanted to catch someone you shouldn’t let them know that you brought cops, that’s a stupid move. Maybe it’s time to kill.” He started chasing me with a rusty old ax, and I didn’t know if I was going to survive or not. Then I led the creep towards the cop cars, hoping that he wouldn’t catch on to it. After about 15 minutes of running in the woods, I finally found the area where they'd told me to go, so they could finally solve this long-time mystery. But I didn’t know that this was a trap for me to meet my demise. The creep stopped right behind me and when we finally got to the spot the police came out and started laughing. “Why are you guys laughing? What’s so damn funny?” “Oh, come on Kathy you really think we didn’t know about this entire thing the whole time? College kids are the dumbest morons that ever lived, it’s like you guys have no common sense whatsoever. Oh Larry, take care of her body would you, and save her body parts for us, I'm getting kind of hungry since I haven’t had anything to eat since lunch.” “Yes boss, anything for you. Oh yeah, I’ll make sure to call you after I’m done with her, and give you guys her friend’s bodies also.” The Creep replied, before he looked around, not realizing that I'd already run off with my car. My thoughts were whirling, ‘Can’t believe they’re so damn stupid, I may be able to go to the real police station this time. Finally, I could leave all of this behind me, and have my life again, still can’t believe that all my friends are dead because of those evil people.’ Then I heard some sirens behind me from a distance. “Oh, crap, that could be those so-called police, I mean it could be somebody that could help me. But I’m not going to take that risk, I'm not stopping ‘til I get into the downtown police department.” Even though it was only 20 mins away, it felt like it took forever. As soon I ran into the door I thought I was going to trip over my shoes, and almost threw up because of all the chaos too. One of the officers that was near the door tried to pick me up and just like the other cops sat me down and asked what was going on. So, I told them everything that’d been going on, and thought they weren’t going to believe me. To my great surprise, they did but I had my own doubts because I couldn’t be sure that I could really trust these people. The “creep,” his wife and the fake cops would make it look like the cabins were the best vacation spot that anybody would dream of. Not just that but when anybody goes there they’re going to meet their own personal hell. I mean they were working together to make sure the creep could make me their next meal, so that the “so-called police officer” could have their own personal human meat, the Creep was their personal butcher. I was trying to figure out everything that was going on, but I was also trying to get this thing over with. I should’ve just gone back home but I also wanted to find some type of justice in all of this. Because I didn’t want another person to deal with the same thing that me and my lost friends had to go through. I wouldn’t wish this on even my worst enemy, having them second-guessing that every person they meet is just freaking crazy. “So, what should I do now? Because all I want to do is go home but at the same time I want these people to end up in prison for life or get the death sentence, either would work for me” While my hand was over my face I was crying my heart out, shaking my head. Even though he kept talking about the issue all I heard was Blah Blah, and I looked at him with a blank stare acting like I knew what he was talking about, but I think he kind of figured that something wrong with me. “Are you okay ma’am, you’re acting like you’re not all there.?” I finally snapped out of it. “Oh yes, just thinking about something no biggie.” “Ok, just making sure. But anyways, we really need to get these people behind bars for good no matter what. Now what I want you to do is to stay safely put, and what we’re going to do is get an undercover officer to catch those psychopaths, we won’t let those people get away with it. We will get your friends some type of justice.” He explains while giving me a hug. “You don’t know how much this means to me sir. I thought this was never going to end.” The undercover cops go to the so-called camp, I thought this was a great idea, but at the same time thought they were putting someone else’s life in danger. What do I have to lose right? It’s either take their word for it or let those demons and dirty cops get away with a close to 20 years murder spree. About an hour later, I left thinking what was taking so long to hear from them. I thought that maybe they already killed them. Even when we tried to call in for them we got no answer. But we spoke too soon when the Creeper answered the call. “Well, hello coppers. You truly thought you could’ve caught me? Right oh, you thought wrong my fellow men. Yes, we were hired by fellow police officers from the next town over. Just so dang glad that we could do anything we wanted to those missing people, just didn’t think that anyone else could get to us or figure out the details of the situation. Guess we thought because the police department was in on it we could never get caught, because who are people going to believe, our toys or the police? Guess you already know that answer, and oh yea I know that you’re going to track the call, but we’re already 2 steps ahead of you. The reason I say that is, well, I shouldn't be telling you that, over and out peace.” The Creep explained, and I could imagine the creepy smile on his face. I looked the other officers like what the actual fuck we were going to do at all. “We have to act fast before those crazy people hurt anybody else, we can’t just wait and see what else happens. I can’t go through my whole life knowing that I could’ve done at least something, it’ll drive me freaking crazy ‘til my deathbed.” Even though all I wanted to do was to go home, I needed my friends to finally rest in peace and get some damn justice for all those poor people lives that they had destroyed. After arriving at the wooded area, I just wanted to make this quick it was so very dark, much darker than the last time I was here. Even though it was the same night and creepier, I truly didn’t want to do this at all. Then I heard someone getting closer, and one of the cops put his hand near my shoulder telling me to stop, checking the area trying to make sure that the coast was clear. “Okay I don’t hear anything else, guess the coast is clear.” “Are you sure sir?” I asked as I was scared out of my ass, he nods his head, and assured me that nothing was going to happen to me. About 20 minutes after trying to find the place, then we heard the footsteps again but this time it was behind us and it was getting closer and closer. When we tried to make sure everyone was safe on the walkie-talkie, no one replied even after 2-3 times of trying. We were worried that the creeper had kidnapped them, but couldn’t waste any more time worrying about them. One of them had found the house that we were looking for, hopefully it’s the lost people that we were looking for and can finally rest in peace, but it could also be a trap. The reason why I said that was because it was way too easy for the other officer to find it, like he knew where it was located, even though I shouldn’t be worried about it. They couldn’t be like the other so-called “cops” that I came across, but I had to make sure not to let my guard down about the cop that pointed out the old empty house. It looked like it hadn’t been active with people for years, I didn’t even know if it’d be safe for me to go in, so I decided to stay behind with the others just to be safe and just in case I had to run back to my car and bolt out of there to head home. Not just that, but there was something that didn't sit right with me about the cop who pointed out the house, I guess it was a gut feeling, if you want to call it that. Not even a minute after they went into the house, we heard some guns firing and screams, then heard the Creeps laughter, mixed with the sounds of a chainsaw. We tried to head behind a bunch of trees and bushes. Then silence, but they told us to not make a sound, or any type of movement unless something bad happened. So, I stayed behind a tree and didn’t make a peep, doing so, for some reason, made it seem longer than it should’ve. What in the hell had I got myself into? I should’ve never gotten my friends into this damn mess and I could never forgive myself either. Then one of the officers’ chimes into the walkie-talkie. “I think we’re all cleared Sheriff.” “Are you sure about that bubba? because I truly don’t want to go through this again.” With a nervous tone in his voice while shaken. “Sure, as the sky is pitch black.” The Sheriff wasn’t sure if he should believe him, because that officer's voice didn’t sound right, it was way too deep. Then he looks at me with a worried look on his face. “I don’t think that’s one of my officers.” “What do you mean by that? You think it’s the creeper or something?” “Could be. we just have to find out, but it does sound like the creeper.” He also wanted to go into the sketchy house to find out if his officers were alright or not. I thought he had lost his damn mind, but didn't see what choice we had. So, we all went in there and seems like he didn’t think this through. Not even a minute after we entered there was a loud bang from upstairs. They told me to stay behind while they went upstairs to find out what the noise was. Then another loud noise occurred about 4 minutes after, as they were going up, and 2 more stumps follow. I felt uncomfortable at this point and I didn’t want to go up there, because I felt like this could’ve been a trap. So, I leaned over to the other officers and whisper. “Do you think they’re making a good decision? The reason why I’m asking this is I truly think this could be a trap, correct me if I’m wrong sir.” “Don’t worry ma’am Sheriff knows what he’s doing, if anything goes wrong he’ll make sure it gets done sooner, better than anybody that I know of.” The officer replied while assuring me that everything would be ok and not to worry. Then there was a scream from one of the rooms, then silence as we all looked at each other, not knowing what to think. So, they went upstairs to give them some backup and then more screams follow. I’d had enough of this BS, so I ran off to my car and sped off back home, as far as I was concerned, that freak could have this crazy ass campsite. On the way home, some asshole puts his blinding high beams on. I thought ‘oh my fricking god you can’t be serious.’ Then the car comes beside me from the driver side. I realize that it’s the same person that tried to ram my car before. “You know what?! You’re a fucking bastard! I’m tired of playing with you.” So, I started to ram my car into his, while he’s laughing his ass off. “Oh, you think you could defeat me, lady?! You must be fucking high!” Then an oncoming car speeding towards me, I knew this was going to be the end for me and my whole life flashed in front of my face once again. The car rams into mine head-on, while “The Creeper” stops his car just like the other driver. They both start laughing in a manic tone. “You did a good job Creeper, by bringing us our next tasty meal. It could last us close to a year, maybe.” One of the backstabbing cops said while patting him on the back. “Oh, no problem my dear brother. That’s what family does, now let’s tell the rest of the family about it and let the feast begin right.” It’s been 20 years since the incident and none of the people have been found. The videotape was never recovered, and the campsite remained untouched.

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