From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Thu Sep 4 15:16:18 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Thu, 4 Sep 2008 17:16:18 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] New (and old) mailing lists for the new season/series' ...(mon-wed shows) Message-ID: I thought I'd post a list of MLs that the new season address. Lots of shows coming back and lots more opening this week. this is just for Mon, Tues and Wed. Most of these lists allow discussion, general, hetero and slash unless otherwise noted in the list name, vids and pic manips...in other words, all forms of creative invention Mailing Lists for the new season/series Edit | Delete BONES http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Bones_Slash THE CLEANER http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TheCleaner_Fantasies THE CLOSER http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TheCloser_Fantasies EUREKA http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Eureka_Fantasies http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Eureka_SlashyFantasies FLASHPOINT http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FlashpointFantasies GOSSIP GIRL http://groups.yahoo.com/group/GossipGirl_Fantasies GREEK http://groups.yahoo.com/group/GreekFantasies MIDDLEMAN http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Middleman_Fantasies ONE TREE HILL http://groups.yahoo.com/group/OneTreeHill_Fantasies PRISION BREAK http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PrisonBreak_Fantasies RAISING THE BAR http://groups.yahoo.com/group/RaisingTheBar_Fantasies THE SECRET LIFE OF THE AMERICAN TEENAGER http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SecretLifeOfTheAmericanTeenagerFantasies THE SHIELD http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/darksideofthebadge_slashtheshield SONS OF ANARCHY http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SonsOfAnarchy_Fantasies SWINGTOWN http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SwingtownFantasies also, since SciFi has begun to rerun the Sentinel I'm including a list of sentinel lists for your consdieration THE SENTINEL http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/alphablair http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Alpha_Blair http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/alphajim http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Alpha_Jim http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/alternatesentineluniverse http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/blairfic http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/blairlist http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/blairoooowiesfic http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/blairoooowiesgeneralfic http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BlairOooowies_GenFic http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/hairboylovesbigguy http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/jimellisonoooowies http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/junglejimvirginblairchatandfic http://groups.yahoo.com/group/JungleJim_VirginBlair http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/sentinelchatandfic http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/sentinelxovers http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/sugarandspiceandeverythingsentinel http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SentinelFantasies_BlairOooowies http://community.livejournal.com/sentinelfic http://lists.topica.com/lists/thesentinelforever http://lists.topica.com/lists/thesentinellove http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/thesentinel_amourousadventuresfromthebullpen http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/thesentinel_crashingthrutheglassceiling http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/thesentinel_rafeslash http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/thesentinel_thecontinuingadventuresofjimandblair http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/thesentinelbdsm http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/thesentinelfanfic http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/thesentinelforever http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/thesentinellove http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/thesentinelothers_supportingcharacterschatandfic A SENTINEL FYI: there were a lot more sentinel lists on YG, but the lists were lost when YG did a flush of most of my lists. 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Dalton pivoted his chair forward, studying the fast closing ships. "Maximum magnification." The image grew close enough to touch. Dalton smiled darkly. "Just as I thought. Ian, do you recognize the insignia of those ships?" Ian shook his head. "'Tis na' standard Coalition, for sure. As a matter of fact, they be na' of any affiliation I be familiar with." "Anyone have anything else to offer? No? Yama, how about you? Do you have any information on those ships?" "Negative, Commander. I have no data in regard to them." "Well now, I'd say that is quite interesting in and of itself, don't you? Yessenia, how long before we're within their strike range?" "At their current speed, twenty minutes." "Dalton," Adric's voice, filled with desperation, filtered over the com link again. "Dammitall, man, acknowledge me. Are you reading me?" Arissa quirked her brow. "Well?" Dalton sighed, nodding. "Open the channel. Looks like I play our ace card." "It also looks like you are properly vindicated," Yessenia breathed. Dalton chuckled drily. "Yes, I suppose I am at that." "Channel's open, Dal." Dalton grunted, but his guarded gaze was locked on the sleek, triangular ships that approached them. There was something familiar about the general design of the ships. Something, almost recognizable, threatened to betray them, and yet it was not quite right. That subtle wrongness prevented him from knowing and that was getting to be a damn dangerous habit. "Dal, I have Adric for you." Dalton nodded, forcing his thoughts away from the ships. "Adric, if you want to come with us, now would be a damn good time." "Now? You're leaving now?" "Yes or no, Adric. We're a little busy up here." "But we had a bargain, man." "Bargain be damned, Adric. There are three intercepters coming in on our heading. I don't intend waiting around for them to catch us up." "But the base...." "The base isn't likely to be their intended target," Dalton snarled. "I'm willing to stake my life that they're after my ship. The signs all point to it. Now, do you come with us, or do we go without you? Decide quickly. Time's getting short from my point of view." "Bring us up." "Stand by." Dalton drew his finger across his throat, signalling the link be broken. "Paris, teleport according to the coordinates I have preset." "But we're only locked onto Adric." "Exactly. Do it. Now." "Adric isn't going to like this," Paris grumbled as he activated the teleport. A green haze filled the portal and Adric appeared, shadowed and illusive at first, then solid and alive and lividly enraged. "What the hell are you pulling, old buddy of mine?" "You better grab a seat, Adric," Dalton snapped, then turned his attention back to the business at hand. "Yama, take us out of orbit. Heading, zero. One. Four. Level ten." "Confirmed. Zero. One. Four. Level ten," Yama repeated. "Dalton, have mercy," Paris groaned as the forced acceleration pressed them cruelly back into their seats. "This isn't a safe speed for exiting an orbit. Especially under test flight conditions. The pressure could tear...." "Would you rather we waited," Dalton interrupted harshly, waving a hand in the direction of the screens still filled with the in-coming intercepters. "For them?" "Well no, but...." "There is an off chance I could have been wrong about their designated target. If that's the case, it's up to us to lead them away from the base and its people. By making a run at this speed, we should attract their interest. Force them to follow us. If that hadn't been what they meant to do in the first place." "And if the ship doesn't hold together?" Yessenia demanded. Dalton smiled. "Well now, child, we've cheated death many times," he purred, stroking the fingers of his left hand. "We're all living on borrowed time. It won't last forever." "If it be any comfort," Ian glanced up from his terminal and grinned. "Lady Luck seems to have decided to pay a call. The ship be handling like a factory special. All systems are at peak and she's holding together under these unusual stress factors. 'Tis thinking, I am, our little Hellequin has acquired mega guts." Dalton chuckled. "Not quite the same ship, is it?" "What are you talking about?" Paris asked grumpily. "Of course this is the same ship." Dalton sighed. "Yes, Paris, this is essentially the same ship, but if each of you will inspect your consoles you'll discover a multitude of renovations." "Renovations?" Paris said. "When did you find time to make renovations?" "While Hellequin was torn down Domani and I took certain liberties with her internal design. Her original compliment of weapons has been removed and replaced with weaponry better suited for our purposes. I think you will discover the Hellequin has been strengthened considerably." He waved a hand toward Paris. "You, for instance, Paris, will find a series of traction beams have replaced the single beam of before." A wicked grin transformed his saturnine features. "In fact, I think we have just been handed an entertaining situation for testing them." Yessenia leaned over to study the new instrumentation in front of Paris. "Those do look interesting. I'm eager to see what they can do?" "All in good time," Dalton promised. "For your information, Ian, I've managed to triple our power reserve while keeping to the same available space and mass." "That will come in handy," Arissa remarked. "I don't like being low on power in a crunch. And we do seem to run low at the worst of times." Dalton nodded. "I don't have time to give you a total rundown for obvious reasons, but the improvements are self-explanatory. I trust none of you will find occasion to blow us up if you happen to stumble on something I haven't mentioned." "Commander." Yama flashed brilliant red, sending shooting pain through Dalton's light-sensitive eyes. "The intercepters have veered away from Euzkadi. They are in pursuit, giving chase at level twelve." "Dal, their particle discharge is red-line. They're definitely exceeding their safety margins in an effort to intercept us." Yessenia met his cold eyes and smiled. "Looks like you called them right again. Don't you ever get tired of being right?" "Only with the rest of you being consistently wrong," Dalton said. "Yama, how long now before we're in their range? And how long can they maintain their current speed without danger of self-destruction?" "The Hellequin will be in range in four point five minutes," Yama droned. "The interceptors can maintain speed for thirty minutes, after that their engines will overheat and most probably explode." "And there's no opportunity in that," Dalton mumbled. "Increase our speed, Dalton," Paris whined, staring in an almost hypnotic state at the screen. "Oh, I don't think I'll do that, Paris." Dalton leaned across the frightened man, registering several commands into the computer. "What are you planning?" Paris demanded, dragging his eyes from the screen to read the commands. He made a choking sound as understanding dawned on him, and the color drained from his face. "Judes, do you mean to get us all killed?" Dalton chuckled darkly. "Being killed isn't included in my plan, but I have allowed for it." "Can't tell you how much confidence that admission instills in my heart," Paris sneered, scorn dripping from his words. "So why not explain this brilliant plan of yours to us all?" "Simple, actually. I plan to lead them away from the base, as I've already explained," Dalton said. "We're trying to protect the base, remember?" He dropped his hand on Paris' shoulder. "Take over the science station. I want to try that little experiment." "What you just preset? If they blow us out of space, how do we protect anyone?" Paris assumed the abandoned science station, casting a mutinous glance over his shoulder. "Besides, when did you start concerning yourself with the lives of others. I thought your own survival was foremost on your mind." "It's a recent fancy of mine," Dalton assured the angry man. "And is only a temporary aberration on my part, I assure you." Dalton dipped his head forward, shielding his eyes from the flashing alert beacons. "Dammit, somebody extinguish those blasted beacons." The glaring lights died instantly as the computer responded to the command. Sighing, Dalton dropped his hand. "Understand this, all of you. I expected the attack we're currently evading, but I was hoping that by bringing Adric into the danger zone I could buy us some breathing space. That whoever had set the dogs on us, would pull them back to keep him off the killing ground. It seems I misjudged his importance." He sought Adric's eyes. "I mistakenly imagined you might simply have been the bait to bring us to our death. I am now forced to assume you've always been included as one of the targets. I sincerely regret my mistake." "And your suspicion?" The dark dragon's smile tugged at his lips. "I never regret suspicion." "No, I don't suppose you would. But for you to have figured this so accurately, you must have fingered someone." Adric said, a hunger burning his amber eyes. A hunger to destroy those who would harm him and his. "Who do you suspect, Dalton? Who do you think is trying to eliminate us? end part 25 -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080906/290f9436/attachment.htm From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Sat Sep 6 22:12:57 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Sun, 7 Sep 2008 00:12:57 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] Fic: Complications 2 (XFiles- MPreg) PG Message-ID: Complications 2 by PEJA Email: makebelievearchive at gmail.com Author's websites: http://peja1956.livejournal.com and http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/search.php?action=recent Fandom: XFiles Pairing: Krycek/ Portrayed by: (optional) Nicholas Lea Category: series Rating: Status: Spoilers: Series/Sequel: Follows Complications 1 http://peja1956.livejournal.com/116534.html Brief Summary: Krycek wakes up in a strange bed, the child gone Warnings: angst Notes/acknowledgments: Dedicated to those of you who asked for more of this short fic General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing. Disclaimers: Not mine Archive: Yes, but ask first, include the complete story and provide a URL to the archive Forwarding to other lists: Okay, but keep my name and headers attached. A heads up would be nice as well. He clung to the last wisps of sleep, subconsciously not wantng to face the brual light of day. He'd faced too many next days after the birthings to expect anything different, but as it does, sleep could only hold reality at bay for so long and no long. So was it even now, as wakefulness greedily swept in the dash his heart against the ravages of what would be. Opening his eyes to the garish glaring florescent lights, he winced away. He lifted an arm over his eyes shading them and his hopeful gaze moved around the room, mentally taking stock. The walls, painted in faux leather tans, told him he was not in one of the consortium hell holes. So where? And where was his child? He allowed himself a frustrated and bitter short snort of a laugh. Gone. The baby was gone. Just like all the others he'd been forced to bear. For a brief moment, he let himself wonder if any of the children he'd born were still alive. Not that he'd ever know. They had been taken from him directly from the womb....Did he have a womb? Had they fucked with his genetics to the point that he was a biologically manufactured woman-man. Freaked out with the direction of his thoughts he ran his hand over his groin. Cock. Balls. He sighed. No vagina. A weak giggle floated around him. He bite down hard on his lower lip, drawing blood, stifling the hysteria threatening to take him over. God, where was his baby? "I'm so sorry, little one." he spoke to the lost child. "I wanted to keep you safe. I wanted to." A sob break over him. "I would have killed you if..." He rolled onto his side and curled into a fetal position. "God, let me die. let me die before they force me to have another..." The door pushed open. A nurse crossed to him, smiling brightly. "Good morning, Mr Krycek. How are we feeling today?" She frowned over his tears. "Feeling blue, are we? Well, its to be expected. You went through somethng mighty amazing, you know?" She offered another mega-wat smile. "I mean its not every day you hear of a man giving birth, is it?" Krycek stared at her, slack-jawed. "Are you for real?" He asked, suddenly rallying. "well, I believe so." She plucked up his wrist, chattering away about everything and nothing as she continued through her routine, checking his blood pressure. Rolling him over on his back to knead his stomach. Stunned by the no-nonsense flighty confusion that was this perky nurse of matronly age, Krycek put up no resistance. "So, are you ready to have a little visitor?" she asked at length. "Visitor?" "Hmmmm," she nodded. "I assume you will want to at least try to nurse." "N...Nurse?" Tears flooded his eyes and raced down his cheeks. "The.. baby?" He clutched her hand, eyes pleading. "I...I can see..it?" "Well, you are his daddy, aren't you?" She frowned, "Or his mommy?" she waved a flustered hand. "My goodness, young man, you really have made a confusion for old nanny Emmy to try to sort out, haven't you?" Krycek offered her a watery smile. "S...so...sorry..." Emmy patted his hand gently. "Now never you mind, pet. Nanny is going to take real good care of mommy and son. You just lie back and let me go fetch the boy." She brushed back the hair that had fallen over Krycek's eyes. "You, young man, should give some thought to what your going to call your little fella." And than she was gone, leaving Krycek to twist in the confusion of what had just happened. end Feedback, anyone? Requests?...is that an echo I hear....? -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. 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"Two minutes until Hellequin comes into strike range," Yama said. "Domani," Dalton said. "Have you been listening?" Yes, Commander. I am monitoring everything with extreme fascination." "Then you realize we're about to engage in battle. Be prepared for a little fancy flying." "Confirmed." "Yama, turn us about as we come into range. Confirm with the time of execution." "One point two five minutes." "We're really going to fight, then?" Arissa demanded. Dalton nodded, giving her a crooked half-smile. "That is exactly what we are going to do." "But why?" Yessenia asked. "You said we were only going to lead them away from the planet." A bright, predatory glow filled Dalton's clear eyes. "I wanted to lead them away, yes. By doing that, I brought them out of Euzkadi's sensor range. Now, I want to destroy them." His right hand balled into a white-knuckled fist. "And that is exactly what I'm going to do." "Implementing course change now," Yama reported as the ship veered off, beginning the turn that would bring their weapons to bear on the pursuing ships. "Yama, give me the wings," Ian said, taking the ship off computer control. "Battlestations, people." "Phasers at maximum power." Yessenia's fingers flew over the system panel, preparing the weaponry systems for firing. "All system locks are off." "Jamming all enemy transmission frequencies," Arissa said. Dalton thumbed the firing button. "Firing phasers one and two." Twin bolts of death spewed from the bulkhead. "They've returned fire," Paris reported. "One plasma bolt. No. Two bolts, running true." He glanced wildly around the bridge. "This can't be your best plan, Dal. If those bolts break through the shield...." He shuddered. "Dal, let's run for it." "Raising forward and reverse shields," Yessenia said. "Direct hit to their lead ship," Ian shouted as the forward ship exploded, screaming a silent death in the depths of space. Dalton winced under the glaring brilliance that lit up the bridge. He pressed his hands against his temples and sucked a ragged breath into his lungs. "Who-ee," Ian said in stunned amazement. "What ha' ye been doing to the phasers? Their shields must have crumbled at the first nudge." "Dal, are you all right?" Yessenia asked, small teeth nipping her lower lip nervously. "Do you want me to take the helm?" Dalton lifted his washed-out face from trembling hands. "Yama, lock a double repulsion beam on those ships. Stop them dead," he snapped, ignoring her concerned question. "Dalton, I'm begging you." Paris whined. "Reconsider." Adric quirked his brow curiously. "What are you up to, haurride?" "An experiment." Dalton's thinned lips turned up in a deaths-head grin. "I want to see if multiple tractions are versatile and strong enough to force a collision. Yama, follow the logistics I've programed into the battle computer." "Confirmed. Implemented on your command." "Judes, you're not really gonna do it," Paris cried, panic sharpening his voice. "It's suicide. Pure and simple." "Do it, Yama," Dalton snapped as the first plasma bolt rebounded off their shields, sending a ripple of violent kinetic force through their bubble of protection. The second bolt hit before the ship settled back, sending a second, stronger vibration through the ship. "Shields are holding," Arissa reported, watching the data streaming over her terminal. "Reading a loss of integrity at the site of impact. It's leveling at eighty-four percent strength. We can still take a few hits before we're at risk." "Impressive," Adric said softly, curiously watching the interaction of the mercenaries in this fight for survival. "I assume that ties into your new power reserves?" "Dal, look. It's working." Yessenia waved excitedly at the main screen. "The repulsion ploy is working." The bridge crew watched, mesmerized, as the enemy ships seemed to freeze in space. Then slowly, ever so very slowly, the ships rotated in on themselves. "I would never have believed it possible," Paris whispered. "You lack faith," Dalton told him, his fingers playing over his console, checking and double-checking the power levels. "Yes, there is only a minor flux in power. It is, indeed, going to work." "Dalton, watch this," Yessenia breathed, drawing his divided attention back to the main screen were the ships were beginning to edge closer, toward a collision by the power of the Hellequin. "Their trying reverse thrust," Paris reported, his features tight. "Negative results." A smile of pure pleasure broke over his drawn face, relieving the lines of tension. "I'm impressed. But this is still one hell of a time to try an experiment. Even if it did turn out to be successful." "Quit grumbling and watch those scanners," Dalton's dragon's smile took the bite out of his harsh words. "Yama, are you recording this for later study?" "Affirmative, Commander. Collision is imminent." The explosion, when it came, was spectacular. Blinding light illuminated the darkness and was reflected back at the screen. A violent blast of kinetic energy surged away from the devastation, spreading in ever widening waves, rushing to encompass the Hellequin. Trapped by the rush of pure energy, the crew clutched whatever they could find that was fixed firmly to the ship, preventing themselves from being tossed bodily about the bridge. Then suddenly, the internal gravity came online. Gyroscopes steadied the bucking ship. Stabilizers equalized the vicious outside forces, adjusting for the chaos that held them in its grasp. And the Hellequin came to rest in the eye of the raging storm. "Is everyone all right?" Adric demanded, jerking to his feet. "Dal...." Dalton groaned, his body bent ramrod stiff, tense, while he fought for control over the indescribable pain that coursed through his brain. Yessenia reached a trembling hand toward him. "Boss..." "Leave off." His vicious glare stopped her. Grinding his teeth noisily, he forcibly brought his breathing under control and eased his rebelling body erect, bracing his arms on the back of his chair to bolster his wobbling weight. "My ship," he said slowly, painfully, "has responded well so far. But we still have a long way to go. Let's get on with the tests." What little color he had drained abruptly from his face and his trembling knees buckled. He fell forward, reaching with arms that had no strength to support him, plummeting headlong into a deep, tormented sleep. end part 26 -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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"Sure and I thought we be going to lose him." "We'll never get that lucky." "Come on, boss. Wake up." "Come back to us, Dal." His companion's desperate urgings penetrated the deep recesses of Dalton's unconscious mind where his exhausted spirit had retreated, mingling with the mocking ghost whispers of his past. Groaning a soft protest, he allowed the urgent pleas to draw him away from the comforting darkness, into a half-awake, apathetic state. Fever-dulled eyes opened and a despondent smile curved his dry, cracked lips. "Tamara?" he whispered in a voice rough from disuse. Arissa shot a curious glance at Adric and Paris. "Who the hell is Tamara." "Someone he knew a long time ago," Domani said softly. "I believe the commander meant to take her to wife before it all went sour." "Ah, my sweet Tamara." Dalton stretched out a trembling hand, touching Arissa's tear dampened cheek. "I've thought of you often." Arissa brushed a lock of dark hair off his sweat-beaded forehead. "Dal, I'm Arissa. Not Tamara." "Tamara is dead, Commander," Domani added. "Do you remember?" "Remember?" Dalton's fuzzed mind struggled to separate reality from the dreams. But it was too great an effort. His weighted eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, then snapped open again. "Ah, no Tamara." "Yes, Commander, Tamara is dead." Gazing at a woman who existed only in his clouded mind, a somber smile tugged at Dalton's lips. "Tamara, why?" he choked. Tamara's quiet entrance into his reclusive life had been meticulously staged from the first moment. She had been a natural actress, had played him like a master, tempting him out of himself and slowly teaching him to trust her with his very life. A trust she had cruelly flung back in his face when she played her final card. When she handed him over to his enemies. "I trusted you. Why have you betrayed me?" Her soul-destroying deception had crippled his very will to live. Left him open for attack from those who would see him dead. But his enemies hadn't reckoned on the fact that survival had been drilled into their intended victim from birth. "No-o. I won't die. Not even for you. I won't let them kill me." At the last moment, the desire to live had resurrected in his breast. He reclaimed his life with an act of blood-thirsty vengeance, shooting it out with his enemies, including the woman who had taken him for a ride. Watching her crumple before his horrified eyes had brought him back to sanity, but not before his violent killing rage had redeemed a terrible, crimson reward. "Ah no, Tamara. I didn't want...No, I didn't mean for this to happen." The only comfort left to him was holding her in his arms while her life's blood had saturated his shirt, burning through to his soul, branding him her murderer. "I loved you..." he whispered brokenly. "To death." Arissa winced. "Ah, Judes, I can't listen to this." "You made me acknowledge the fool I never knew myself to be. Made me recognize a part of me I thought no longer existed. You proved me weak." "Sure and he's gone delirious, Domani," Ian whispered. "It must be a sign he's failing." "You never let me go, my Tamara. No, you never did." Arissa pressed trembling fingers against his lips, shushing him. "It's over, Dal. Forget." "Forget. If only...." Fever driven delusions flooded his mind, stirring rabid nightmares, folding and twisting reality into a caricature of life. Tamara alive. Tamara dying in his arms. Adric alive. Adric dead. Paris screaming as he fought to survive. "Paris?" he moaned, reaching out a trembling hand. * * * * * Paris clutched Dalton's outstretched hand in both of his. "I'm here, Dal." He shot a desperate glance at Domani, concern stamped deeply on his anxious features. "He's awake, right? He knows we're here. Knows what he's saying?" Domani shook his head, shrugging. "I wish I could tell you, Paris. The commander's alpha waves reveal he is in a secondary dream state. He appears to be caught between waking and sleep. I have no idea how much he perceives as reality, or as the dream. Or even if he can differentiate between the two." "So, he doesn't know we're here?" Paris pressed. "In his mind he is not alone." "Tired," Dalton moaned. "No time. No time. Must protect my ship. My ship." His head rolled on the pillow. "Five minutes, Cheska, I promise to train double hard, if you just give me five minutes sleep." "Cheska?" Adric demanded. "Who the devil is Cheska?" Domani stared at the pale man who moved restlessly on the bed, watching them through misted eyes that saw, but at the same time, did not. "Francheska Maria y Reyes. The commander is with his mother." "Domani, have you scanned him for brain trauma?" Ian asked. "I did." "And you found nothing?" "As I have already explained, the commander is suffering from acute physical exhaustion compounded by malnutrition. I have done what I could to nourish his body. The only thing I can do now is let him sleep." "Yeah, only I wish he'd wake up, though," Yessenia murmured. "I wish he'd actually look at us. That he'd really see us with those frozen eyes of his, not a bunch of histrionic phantoms." Her emerald gaze met Domani's. "There are so many questions only he can answer. Surely there must be some way to hurry his recovery. Can't you give him a stimulant?" "What I can give him, what I will give him, is time," Domani snapped. "You may not have noticed, but I am the only plasmoid on this ship. The commander, on the other hand, is all too human, with all the needs that go along with being human. Including the need for a minimum of rest. Which he has not been getting." "Aye," Ian said."Only sometimes 'tis na so easy to remember that, is it?" "Sadly even he tends to forget his limitations. All too often he disregards the rest he needs. This time he pushed himself beyond endurance. His body has rebelled against the mistreatment and shut down in order to rebuild strength. When he has rested sufficiently, he will awaken. But until that time, I will not allow him to be disturbed, nor will I allow drugs to be used." "We should take him to Euzkadi," Adric said grumpily. "Nicki should look him over. After all, she is a qualified physician." "Not bloody likely," Ian snapped. "Why ever not?" "Dalton would na' approve." "Damitall, man. Dalton needs a doctor." "Dalton has the only doctor he'd be wanting in Domani." "Domani, skilled though he is, is not a trained doctor. Don't get me wrong, Domani. I have no doubt you would make an excellent diagnosis in a pinch, but I do have some of the best medicals available on that base. Why not make use of them?" "Be ye crazed?" Ian's eyes blazed. "After all that's happened, you must realize you have a traitor on the base. Judes, the attack on Hellequin alone should have convinced you Dalton's been right all along." "As it did you?" Ian sent him a sheepish grin. "Aye, just so. Look, 'tis a simple matter of security, Adric. And Dalton's safety." "My security is...." "Limited," Ian finished. "You can na' protect Dalton from an unknown enemy." Contempt tightened his lean good-looks and he shook his head. "You have na' figured it out yet, have you, friend? You have complete trust in the one Dal suspects. Why else would he be needing absolute proof before he's willing to give us a name? Judes, you might conceivably assign the mole to guard him. Would na' that just about do it?" "Paris, tell them you trust my judge...." "Sorry, Adric, but I gotta side with the rest." Paris said, running his fingers through his thinning, brown hair. "We can't risk Dalton's life on faith. Not yours, and not mine. See, love him or hate him, one thing's for certain, we do need this man. And if your mole suspects he's onto him, Dal wouldn't stand a chance. Not in this condition." "Stop it," Arissa said, her temper snapping. "Just stop it all of you. Dalton is here and he's going to stay right here. He trusts Domani with his life and so do the rest of us. Your lady friend, we can't say the same for." Yessenia dropped her hand on Arissa's shoulder. "Take it easy. We're all worried about him, but falling apart isn't going to help. We'll just have to see that he recovers as quickly as possible." Arissa's stricken eyes sought assurance. "He'll be all right, won't he?" "Of course he will," Adric said. "You heard Domani." "Yeah, I still wish I knew why he did it, though," Yessenia murmured. "Doesn't he realize we're willing to help him? That we want to help him? What makes him keep us in the dark all the time?" "Have you ever known him admit he was less than totally invulnerable?" Arissa's trembling smile flashed and she clasped Dalton's large hand tightly in both of hers. "He doesn't know how to ask for help." "Sure and we've known that for a long time," Ian sighed. "Yes, we knew. But we didn't see this coming, did we? We never question what Dalton accepts as his private burden. We just let him do what has to be done and expect him to keep us alive. So who's looking out for him? Not us. Oh no. Not us." "Arissa, calm down. He's going to be all right," Paris said. "This time. But what about next time?" she snarled. "You want to know why he does this, Yessenia? I'll tell you why. Dalton does it for us. That's why he does everything." Her stormy glance traveled over them, daring them to deny it. "I'm right. You know I'm right. Ah Judes, we saw him rushing the repairs. We knew something was pushing him to get us off Euzkadi. Hell, he's been saying all along we were in danger and we just laughed it off. Did any of us bother to find out why he was so damn determined? Did any of us really care? We even told him he might be imagining it." She laughed bitterly. "It's ironic, don't you think? We're always calling him on his lack of emotion, but when we're in trouble, he shoulders it all." "That's probably all true," Yessenia said. "I'll willing admit we let him down. Does saying it heal him? And for what it's worth, do you think he would have us any other way?" Arissa's anger drained away suddenly and she turned back to Dalton. His coal black lashes rested lightly on pale cheeks and his breathing had deepened. Asleep at last? "No, he wouldn't have us change. He thrives on the power we give him." Yessenia laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We do understand, Arissa. We all hate seeing him like this just as much as you do." "Aye, but it do be like Domani says. He'll come out of this soon enough on his own," Ian said quietly, pulling Yessenia back against his chest. "Until that happens we'll have to stay on top of things. And make no mistake, we are smart enough to handle whatever comes down. We've simply gotten used to Dalton doing it for us." Yessenia nodded, her green eyes glistening with unshed tears. "He really is only human, isn't he?" "Aye, he's human. But he's also strong, Yessenia. He'll be fine. He be too damn stubborn to be anything else. She smiled sadly. "You're right, of course." Ian's fingers curled into a fist and he rubbed his knuckles down her cheek gently. "In the meantime, what say you, we do what he brought us up here to do. Make sure Hellequin will stand up to anything the boss can throw our way." "I thought we'd given her a pretty thorough testing already," Arissa grumbled. "But what the hell. Anything's better than standing here imaging the worst." She patted Dalton's overheated hand, then followed Ian and Yessenia out. end part 27 -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. 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I have added the next bit, BTW, and its Monk/Leland heating up If you would like to add the next bit, post it here and lets make this thing happen, please???? Oh, be sure to number your post, cuz if we get more than one we can have a fic tree going and wouldn't that be kewl Now, on to the story Monk Tag fic by Various authors Monk Pairing: Monk/Leland Summary: Sherona is leaving, and Leland expects he's going to have topick up the pieces...only thing is... Part 1 by PEJA Adrian watched as Sherona loaded up the last of her bags into the back of the car, held back his tears as she kissed his cheek and climbed in taking the blanket of protection she represented for him away....away forever. (Its a play on her leaving this next season. I'm kinda curious as to how its gonna effect Adrian, and the show format in general) Part 2 by ms_wingstbaa He silently cured himself for the tears that coursed down his face after her car became smaller and smaller as Leland put a gentle hand on Adrian's shoulder. Part 3 by PEJA "She'll be back," Adrian said, his quivering smile telling a story of its own. part 4 by Tsuta Leland decided it was best to stay silent, for now. When Sharona had called him earlier, asking him to come, to be here for Adrian when she'd go, he didn't hesitate for a moment. He knew that, even though she had prepared Adrian as best as she could, he would still never understand why she had to leave him. (By Tsuta) (sorry, I hope it's not too long! ...when it's finished, could I beta it?) Part 5 by Olivia He could understand that Sharona's Mom was very sick and needed Sharona more than Adrian did, but this seemed to be sort of like the blocks he sometimes had about things he didn't want to accept, like when Dr. Kroger went on vacation. He couldn't accept that Sharona wasn't going to come back like she always had before, at least not for a long while, and this seriously concerned Leland. (I hope I didn't mess anything up, I just wanted to clean it up a bit, make it easier to read. and I hope it's not too long, too.) Part 6 by Tsuta "Monk... Adrian, do you need... is there anything I can do?" he blurted out, when the silence had become unbearable. Adrian was still staring at the empty street. "No, he replied, there's nothing you can do. You can go if you want." Without another word, he went inside and closed his door. Part 7 by Olivia Adrian's almost calm behavior seemed like a very bad sign to Leland. He would have to call Dr. Kroger or look it up to be sure, but Leland suspected that Adrian was having some form of disociative episode, which probably meant he should *not* be left alone. Part 8 by Tsuta He was in front of the door before realizing he'd moved. He felt nervous, suddenly. Leland had to admit, he just wasn't that great at comforting peoples. What in the world could he say to see a little less pain in broken man's eyes? He took a deep breath and turned the door's handle. Part 9 by Burtle112263 The second he entered the apartment, he felt the emptiness that Adrian probably felt everyday. Every places he looked reminded him of the enormous losses Adrian had repeatedly experienced in his life. Photos of Trudy, and the little things Sharona had left behind when she so abruptly left. It took a second to find Monk, who was sitting quietly on his couch. It reminded him of that day years ago when he had found him in exactly the same place after Trudy's funeral. That same look of loss and grief was evident on his face. He knew that Monk was withdrawing into himself. He wasnt about to let that happen again. With Trudy, he had allowed Adrian to slowly slip into such a deep grief that he almost lost him. Not this time. Part 10 by Olivia "Monk," Leland said, trying to get his attention. When there was no response from him, he tried again. "Adrian!" Leland's concern was now laced with a healthy dose of fear; Adrian seemed completely unaware of his presence. He instinctually reached out for his friend, gripping his hand and calling his name again. Adrian's body jerked as if a jolt of electricity has surged through him and his eyes dropped to Leland's hand wrapped around his where they rested on his leg. As his eye's rose from their hands to Leland's face, his hand flipped over quickly to wrap his fingers tightly in Leland's and hold on as if Leland were an anchor, the only thing keeping him from being swept away in a rising tide of grief, and anguish. Part 11 by PEJA Leland's gaze widened questioningly. Adrian had never, in all the years he had known him, ever taken a death-grip on another living being. Now it felt as if his fingers were locked around Leland's hand permanently. His lungs suddenly screaming for oxygen rammed home the fact that he'd been holding his breath for the next shoe to fall. And when it came, in the form of Adrian's other hand reaching out to trace his lower lip, it hit him like a bullet to the gut. "Monk..." he tried, his voice high and squeaking. "I know," Monk assured him, his tongue darting out to lave aridly dry lips. "I.." Leland was a deer caught in the headlights as Monk closed the distance between them as if in slow motion, his dark eyes wide and aware, burning with a need that Leland had never thought he'd ever see in that beautiful, haunted gaze. Leland couldn't have moved away if he had wanted to, and god knew he didn't want to. He'd dreamt of having Monk...Adrian in his arms like this for so long. Well, he'd dreamt it a little differently, as in he would be the one in charge, but to submit to this gentle angel of a man was so much better than he could have ever imagined. He moaned deeply as Adrian's lips brushed agaist his so quickly he mght have convinced himself it was just another dream, but than the lips were back, and teeth, nibbling at his lower lip. Leland went boneless in Adrian's arms end part 11 anyone wanna add something? Please? 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URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080911/96521f62/attachment.htm From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Sat Sep 13 09:01:56 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2008 11:01:56 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] Fic: Do Over (XF/OaT) KryCentric FRM Message-ID: Do Over by PEJA Fandom: Once A Thief/XFiles Pairing: Vic/LiAnn, LiAnn/Mac, Vic/Mac, Krycek/Skinner/Mulder -- all implied Portrayed by: casts are listed below story Category: Slash, implied het Rating: FRM Status: Complete Spoilers: Once A Thief pilot movie and the ep where Krycek is killed Series/Sequel: Oh, please....like I need another WIP to complete. Brief Summary: Krycek gets a do over and a second chance to get life right Warnings: Not a character death. No original Krycek's were harmed in the creation of this story warning of a sort: Mac and LeAnn's private conversation in Cantonese is shown here in English. I don't speak Hong Kong, and it would lose a lot to the rest of us who don't speak the language if we missed the fun bits, wouldn't it Notes/acknowledgments: Thanks to AmazonX for getting back to me about the language. Written for the IDIC (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/IDIC_fic_fest) challenge. My challenge was X-files/Once a Thief - (Mess with a timeline to make it fit.) After Alex Krycek did everything he needed to he faked his death and started working toward redemption in the guise of Victor Mansfield, a Canadian cop and all around good guy. Now he is once again working for a secret government organization and his partner is making it very, very hard to remember that he is supposed to be a goodie-goodie type. The fact that he can understand all those snide comments in Chinese isn't exactly helping. - I'm fiddling with the challenge a bit to meet my muses demands but I hope it will be close enough General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing. Disclaimers: Not mine. Archive: Yes, but ask first, include the complete story and provide a URL to the archive Forwarding to other lists: Okay, but keep my name and headers attached. A heads up would be nice as well. DC 9:37 PM Underground Parking lot He didn't see it coming until the needle bit into his neck. In the blinking of an eye, he slumped into the strong arms of the dark-skinned man, Dobrinsky, who had maneuvered around behind him. He opened his mouth to cry out, but no sound passed his lips as the drug froze his vocal cords. Fighting the numbing effects of whatever the bastard, Camier, had pumped into his blood-stream, he tried to break free of the man, but the two cadaverous cleaners, Camier and his seemingly never apart partner, Murphy, immobilized his arms and legs with ease, stifling his feeble struggles with almost no effort at all. His head whipped round, horrified disbelief written in his paling features, to stare at the beautiful, devious brunette woman at his side. She smiled coldly, lifting a finger to her lips, then tilted her head toward the man approaching Mulder in the car, gun in hand. The man who was his mirror image. A clone? Before his eyes, the twin directed his gun toward the unsuspecting agent. Dawning horror splashed over Krycek as his twin's lips moved, but they were to far away to hear. Mulder's head rose, turning toward the twin. His eyes widened on the gun. Good agent to the end, he started talking. Stalling for time. Krycek recognized the anger in Mulder's face. Cringed at the calm in his twin's mocking grin. A grin he'd played out himself so many times before. He turned imploring eyes back on the woman. Begging her with the power of his gaze to stop this before it went to far. To save Mulder. God, it would destroy him if Mulder believed he had welded the killing stroke. The woman grasped his chin and forced his head around, compelling him to watch. A wave of relief swept over him as Skinner appeared, only to be washed away as a shot echoed in the shadowed garage. Skinner had shot him. Him! Well, his twin. He watched as the twin spoke again, raising his gun even now, taking aim at Mulder. Another shot and the twin was down. Krycek allowed himself to believe that it was over for the time it took to draw a breath, but the twin was creeping toward that fucking gun again. Determined to finish what he had begun. Krycek was wild with disbelief. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't. God in his heaven, Skinner and Mulder would believe he'd pulled the trigger. That he had assassinated Mulder. After everything he'd done for them...all the risk... He'd proven himself...hadn't he? A third shot rippled through the dimly lit garage and the twin went still. Krycek's knees melted under him. The strong arms holding him were the only things keeping him on his feet. For all intents and purposes...Alex Krycek was dead. "Camier, Murphy," the dark haired woman said softly. "Make sure nothing goes amiss here." Her red-tipped fingers slipped into Krycek's hip pocket, commandeering his wallet and handing it to the cleaners. Krycek's gaze followed her hand as she pulled a new wallet out and slide it into his pocket. "Happy birthday, Victor Mansfield." His lips moved, forming one silent word. Why? "Why?" she repeated. "Why kill you? Simple really. Alive Alex Krycek has too many enemies who wouldn't stop looking for him. It would make for complications. I don't like complications. Or why arrange for those two to kill you? Again, simple. You watched them execute you. Saw how easy it was for them to put you down. Now you know that you will never have a place in their world. Now you can move on without pining for either one of them. Now you can be Victor Mansfield without a doubt of what might have been." She smiled brightly, "Time to go." Vancouver 6 months later Victor stared over his vodka tonic at his so very unwanted team mate. Mac Ramsey, cocky ex-Tong that he was, was a wildcard. He didn't play by the rules. But worse than that, after all Vic could deal with wildcards, he'd been one himself, back before he was Vic the decorated Chicago cop extraordinaire, but no, Mac was in love with LiAnn. His LiAnn. And he made it damn obvious that he intended to do whatever he had to to win her back. Sitting in the dimly lit bar, his team mates babbling away in their Cantonese first language, he realized just how close these two had been at one time. Not just in a read it in the files and so what kind of way, but rather in a punch in the gut, fuck me in the heart way. They had grown up together. Been lovers. Depended on each other to protect the other's life. Hearing it out of their own mouths, listening to them recount seemingly endless stories they thought he could not understand..It was eye-opening. And damn disturbing. He didn't want to hear about the life they had shared before leaving Hong Kong. It sliced his own heart to ragged, bloodied ribbons, knowing he could never have that past. That his past belonged to another man. A ghost who shared his body and soul, and even now, even knowing his first love, well, loves, had executed him without a backward glance....Grieving that ghost still burned gaping holes in his heart like acid So here he was. Victor Mansfield. Chicago cop. Engaged to the lovely LiAnn, who was beloved of Mac Ramsey. It was a fucking mess. A gigantic fucking mess that he tried to ignore just as he was trying to ignore what they were saying. Trying not to hear the little stories of how Michael had done this or that. How one or the other of them had teamed up with the apparently deceased man to play childish, and not so childish pranks on the other. Tried, and nearly succeeded, until Mac chimed in with, "But I am going to miss our bedtime sleepovers. Michael was a damn hot bottom." That comment had Vic choking on his drink. He mumbled something about the drink going down wrong when they had sent him thier curious glances. "How about him?" Mac suddenly said, tilting his head in Vic's direction. "You think he'd bottom for us?" Vic covered well, plastering a bland look of bored disinterest on his face....the Krycek specter rising to keep his council. LiAnn cast a speculative glance his way, then shook her head, her glorious black hair picking up hi-lights from the dimmest lighting as it danced over her shoulders. "Pity," Mac sighed, leaning back in a long-legged slouch in the booth. "I would have loved to sink into that cute little ass he's sporting." His tongue played over his lips, drawing Vic's secretive speculation. "I haven't had a honest to god virgin piece of ass in a long time." "Not him, Mac." LiAnn murmured softly. Mac thrust out a pouting lower lip that set a slow smoldering in Vic's groin. He shifted, adjusting his suddenly tight jeans. "Bet I could teach him to bottom real nice, LiAnn. Make him beg for my cock pounding into him while he's riding you." Mac tilted his head thoughtfully. "Is he as vanilla as he looks?" His smile was pure deviltry. "I'd introduce him to the finer shades of dark lovin' if I had him in hand." LiAnn glowered. "Shut up, Mac. Vic," she rose regally to her feet. "I'm tired. Will you take me home?" 6 months later Back at the bar Mac didn't need to hear what had been said to know LiAnn had finished with Vic. He could read the anguish in the other man's eyes. Recognized the stiff way his body moved, as if any sudden move would shatter him and he'd die on the gleaming bar room floor. Oh, he'd known it was coming. Had tried to warn Vic that it would happen, but the damn fool man never listened to him where she was concerned. So now all he could do was wait while Vic nursed the soul consuming pain he was feeling. Wait, and be there to take him home before he did something stupid. Yeah, he recognized the signs. He'd had them all, after all. Sighing to himself, he rose and went to the bar sitting beside his companion in heart-break. "Wanna talk?" Shaking his head, Vic set down the glass he'd emptied. "Wanna fuck." "Beg your pardon?" He met Mac's eyes and said in Cantonese. "Take me home, Mac. I don't want to be alone tonight." Mac's eyes rounded. "You speak Cantonese?" "Long story." "You...that night, you understood...." Vic smiled, leaning over to claim a testing kiss. "Everything." Mac groaned as the kiss broke. "You know..?" Vic simply smiled. "Are you sure?" "Had six months to think it over, Mac." Vic murmured. "Knew LiAnn wouldn't approve so didn't do anything about it, but I want to be with you. I know what I'm doing. Willing to be your fuck buddy if that's all your offering, but I'd like it to be more. Do understand if you can't..." Mac silenced him with a heated kiss. "Don't over talk it." he whispered, taking Vic's hand and pulling him to his feet. It would be a good night after all END Once A Thief cast Nicholas Lea (Victor Mansfield) Ivan Sergei (Mac Ramsey) Sandrine Holt (Li Ann Tsei) Jennifer Dale (The Director) Howard Dell (Agent Dobrinsky) Julian Richings (Camier) Greg Kramer (Murphy) XFiles Cast David Duchovny (Fox Mulder) Gillian Anderson (Dana Scully) Mitch Pileggi (Walter Skinner) -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. 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Adric moved swiftly back to the bed and laid a gentle hand on Dalton's arm. "Your killings were clean, my friend." "Talk. Talk. Talk is all you ever do," Dalton chanted in a childish sing-song voice. "Damn idealist. Going to get us all killed before it's all said and done." "I sure hope not," Paris breathed. Dalton snickered, his eyes darting between the two of them. "I don't believe in ghosts. Why don't you go away? Vanish and leave me in peace." He closed his eyes. "I don't believe in you." "He thinks we're dead," Paris shuddered. "Adric, he thinks we're dead." "I heard." "Of course you're dead." Dalton opened one glassy eye. "I killed you, didn't I?" The second eye popped open and he stared at Paris coldly. "Tossed you out an airlock. Stuffed you in and whoosh. All gone." He chuckled briefly and then sighed. "All gone." "Dalton, listen...." Adric began. "And you." Dalton pointed a shaking hand at Adric. "I didn't want to kill you, haurride, but you betrayed me. You left me without any choice. You caused your death. Not me." He waved a dismissive hand. "Go haunt yourself." "Dalton," Adric said firmly. "Focus on my voice. Do you hear me? Listen to what I'm saying." Dalton groaned, closing his eyes. "Why must I watch all I care for die?" Adric shook his head. "It's no use. He's not getting what we're saying." Paris patted Dalton's arm. "Rest, Dal," he whispered, then tugged Adric aside. "Adric, this is not the man I know. This man, I don't begin to recognize." "No, I don't suppose you would," Adric said. "But Yessenia recognized this part of him. She even went so far as to give it a name." "I think my brain must be furring up." "We're seeing his human side," Adric said softly, as if voicing his thoughts aloud might be sacrilegious. "But don't feel bad. I don't think even he'd recognize that side of himself. It's buried too deep." "Well, let's hope it gets buried again. Soon. I don't like it. Not one little bit." Adric glanced over his shoulder at the restless man. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Let's get out of here. Unless I miss my guess, Dalton won't be thrilled if he remembers we witnessed this." "Adric," Dalton snapped, his voice firm. He leaned up on his elbows, staring coldly at them through eyes that said Dalton was back. "Yeah?" "Be careful. You're in danger. Grave danger, haurride." The sudden burst of strength that had allowed him to give his warning flooded out of him and he slumped back down on the bed into a deep, troubled sleep. * * * * * * * * Dalton hunkered down beside the well-tended grave with his free hand resting on the weathered headstone. "I brought you something, Grandmere," he said softly as his eyes traced the delicate sprig of white jasmine cradled in his right hand. On impulse, he brushed the fragile blossoms over his lips and inhaled the tart fragrance that had been, for her, a bittersweet reminder of the home world she had fled so many years ago. The heady, floral aroma swept through him, carrying strictly forbidden memories of the maternal love only she had given him. "Always alert, aren't you?" a sarcastic voice said behind him. Stung back into the barren reality of his life, he dropped the blossoms as if they'd burned his fingers. His lean features grew remote as he watched the flowers drift to rest on the gently mounded earth. Sneering, Cheska kicked at the fragile blossoms. "How very touching. You're still bringing flowers for the old woman." Her dainty slipper ground the blossoms into a honeyed powder. "But what's this? What tribute have you brought for your father?" His hot glare clashed with her calculating gaze, before he suppressed the dangerous emotions and gifted her with a chilled smile. "Father? I never had a father. What I had was a man who sired me and a woman whose body served as an incubator. Nothing more." "Yet you show sentiment for the old woman? You give her respect." Dalton's razor sharp stare cut through her. "Grandmother deserves my respect. She allowed me some remnant of humanity. Unlike you." "She disregarded your training. Made you soft." "Am I soft, then, Cheska?" "As cotton. If it had been possible, once that interfering woman had passed, I would have attempted to create a second son." "And me? What would you have done with me?" She shrugged. "You were born for one purpose." "So, you would have killed me if it had been possible to recreate another untarnished child?" "I believe this old woman may have seriously endangered your ability to do what you must." He shoved to his feet, towering head and shoulders above her. "Say the words, Cheska. You would have had me killed if you could have had another son by my father." "Yes, I would have terminated you with my own hands." A sardonic smile touched his lips. "Then, it is a great pity my father's precious cells and sperm were lost to you, isn't it?" He turned on his heel and strode off toward the house. Cheska ran after him and grabbed his arm, forcing him to acknowledge her. "I would speak with you." Scowling, Dalton stared down his aristocratic nose at her. "What could you say that would interest me?" Her sudden overly bright smile mocked him and he tensed under her grasping fingers, bracing for her verbal assault. "Your transport," she said, waving a limp hand toward the shuttle in front of the geodesic dome that had been his home for most of his life. "It has arrived. You leave for Earth within the hour." "Earth? I'm going to Earth today? You couldn't have informed me of this before? Given me some time to arrange my affairs?" he demanded, somehow managing to keep his voice steady while hot blood pounded in his ears. She waved his concern aside. "Your personal affairs are unimportant. I simply want your assurance." "My assurance?" "You understand what is required? You are prepared to get close to our enemies?" Grimacing, he shook off her clinging fingers. "I am." "And you will do as instructed?" "It's the reason I was conceived, is it not?" His long fingers raked through black shoulder-length hair. "Yes, I understand what you require." "But you don't like it. You'd sooner find your own path." Yes, if it were possible, he would ignore her insane demands. He would escape his evil birthright and make a place of peace for himself. Unfortunately, his family had too many enemies with long reaching power. He shrugged. "I do what I must to survive." Cheska smiled, nodding. "The post I've procured for you brings you close to your targets. Luckily, both men were recently assigned to the same out-reach office." Dalton listened in silence while she gave him an up-dated rundown on the unsuspecting men he was expected to exterminate, his granite gaze fixed on the shuttle, giving away none of his tortured thoughts. When she was finished, Cheska touched his cheek, drawing his startled eyes. "Dalton, you must take care in their termination. No one must trace your hand in the tragedy." He snorted, watching her narrowly. "Do I detect concern in your voice, Cheska? Are you worried about me? No. More likely you fear for yourself, hm?" Her face went blank. "You're my only son. I don't want you dead." "Don't you?" His lips curled mockingly. "Then what, pray, do you want for me, Cheska? Do you anticipate a happy reunion after I've been properly blooded? Shall I bathe in my victims' blood to prove myself? Is that what you require?" "I demand the execution of your father's murders. Only that. If it's in your mind to bathe in their blood, then I commend your enthusiasm." Her expression turned skeptical. "But it is hardly what I expected from you." "Perhaps you don't give me enough credit," he sighed, turning to walk away. Cheska doggedly fell into step with him. "You'll return here immediately it's finished." "No." "No?" "I won't be coming back." "But of course you will. Together we will build you a future of..." His gaze, like hard spun crystal, lashed her. "I have no future. Have you no concept of what I'm doing? I forfeit my life once I've done what you demand." "Nonsense," she scoffed. "You are a St Moritz. Your family has personified the rebellion from the first strike. The rebels who pledged themselves to your ancestors are prepared to follow you. With the commissioners out of our way, we need only take the government stronghold to bring you to power on this planet, just as your father would have done." "No." Cruel fingers bit into her arms and his brittle hate-filled glare drilled through her, making her tremble. "I don't want government power. Do you understand? I'm not my father. I don't exist to follow his path. No, I don't. I don't breathe revenge with every breath. Do you hear me?" He flung her aside, dispassionately watching her collapse into a heap in the dirt. "I will not return. Do you understand me?" She reached a trembling hand toward him, tears glistening in her faded blue eyes. "Then, what will happen to me?" "You?" Vile contempt darkened his pale face. "Oh, you'll survive. If for no other reason than to spite me. You'll live so you can continue to haunt my every waking moment no matter where I go. Of that I have no doubt." "I'm your mother," she wailed, struggling to her feet. "Yes," he said, turning on his heel. "More's the pity." Cheska caught at his arm. "You'll kill them, Dalton? You promised. You'll do it?" Dalton paused, staring at the shuttle waiting in the yard. He could refuse. He could climb in that craft and never look back, but his family's enemies would never allow him to live in peace. As long as they lived he would forever be looking over his shoulder, afraid of the shadows that raced after him? "Mother, have you ever, for one fleeting moment, not regretted my existence?" he whispered, needing to hear her answer. Knowing it would set him free. "Was there ever a time when you delighted in my birth?" Confusion flooded her worn features. "You are your father's son. I adored him. Isn't that enough?" "I will do what you ask, but then it's over. I expect never to see or hear from you once it's finished. That's the payment I demand." He disengaged her clutching fingers and shoved her away. "I acknowledge no family from this day." Giving her his back, he strode toward the waiting craft, taking nothing of the past with him. Her words had sealed his destiny. * * * * * The fever broke in a rush, drenching his body with a heavy sheen of sweat, releasing him from the misery of the dreams. And the healing began. END PART 28 Please review. -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. 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"How are you feeling, Commander?" "Tired," Dalton grumbled, his tongue sandpaper dry. "And thirsty." He shoved the light blanket away and swung leaden legs over the side of the bed, only to have a wave of vertigo sweep over him, threatening to lie him out on the hard floor. Domani grabbed Dalton's arm as he began to fall, steadying him. "Careful, Commander." Dalton tossed him a dangerous glare. "Why the bloody hell am I here?" "You collapsed on the bridge." "Did I? Surely not." "Commander, you've been neglecting your health. Not getting enough rest." "But I am recovered now?" "Your bioscans are normal," Domani said, pouring a tumbler of iced lemon water from a pitcher beside the bed. "But it will take time for your strength to return." "I haven't got time to lie about in bed." Dalton stubbornly pushed to his feet. And once more his head swam and he slumped heavily back onto the bed. Sighing, Domani steadied him again. "I told you go slow." He pressed the tumbler into Dalton's trembling hand. "Drink. It will help." Dalton stared at the iced water for a long moment, then conceded, taking a tiny sip, relishing the tart cold purity. After a second cautious sip, he passed the barely touched glass back. "All of it, Commander." Daggers flashed in his crystalline eyes before Dalton tipped the chilled glass to his pale lips and slowly drank the first half. "Now the rest." Glowering at the diligent man, he emptied the glass quickly, greedily. Still glaring, he thrust the chill-beaded glass into Domani's waiting hand. "More?" "You're not going to force the issue?" "I do not think so. Will you have more?" "Not yet." Domani smiled indulgently. "You are a most stubborn man, Commander." "I prefer to think of myself as knowing my own mind." "Call it whatever you wish, it still comes out as being stubborn. So, tell me, do you have pain? The headache, perhaps?" Dalton grinned, realizing that his mind was sharp and focused once more. "No. The headache is completely gone. Domani, how long have I been here?" Domani met his gaze. "You were unconscious for two days seven and a half hours." "That long? Well, there's nothing for it now. Domani, what's been happening since I was...." He pressed his lips into a thin line, gesturing around the sickbay. "Detained?" "The tests have been successfully completed. We are currently enjoying a cloaked and apparently undetected stationary orbit around Euzkadi." "So, the test flight did go well? No problems?" Domani nodded. "The results have been recorded. Their flagged for your inspection." "You have already gone over them?" "Yes, Commander." "And found nothing suspect?" "Nothing." "I'd thought...Ah, it's not important," he sighed, easing his weight onto shaking legs. Black shadows nibbled at the edge of his vision, but he clenched his teeth, refusing to acknowledge the weakness of his body. "Commander, you are not ready to leave the medical unit." "Give it up, Domani. I don't feel compelled to argue the right and wrong of this. Not now," Dalton snapped, leaning against the bed until his lethargic legs stopped quivering. Finally confident that he wasn't about to fall flat on his face, he pushed away from the support. "You see?" "You are all right?" "The spin is gone. I'm going to the bridge." Domani grabbed Dalton's arm, halting him. "There is something else I must speak with you about, father. Something I did not mention to the rest of the crew." Dalton stopped, suddenly alert. Domani only addressed him in this familiar manner occasionally. And then, only when the matter discussed was personal to one of them. "You have my attention." "It concerns your illness, father. It was not a natural occurrence." "What are you trying to tell me?" "When you were brought down to sickbay, I took certain... liberties." "What liberties?" Domani's eyes shied away. "You have ignored your physicals too long. I thought...." Dalton chuckled. "You thought while I was unconscious and couldn't protest, you'd take the advantage?" "Yes, father." Dalton sent him a devilish grin. "Sorry I put you in that position. Go on. What did you find?" "Someone has been tampering with your immune system, father." "Tampering how?" "A biological nanoagent was introduced into your body. These nanos were programed to attack your white blood cells. They also blocked the absorption of ATP by your body, and I suspect, were the reason behind your headaches and eventual collapse." "I'm a little rusty in biological chemistry, Domani. What the hell is ATP?" "Adenosine triphosphate." "Which is?" "ATP is a high energy molecule, Commander. It is considered the most important form of readily available energy in human cells. In essence, the energy unit that provides your strength." A dark frown slanted over his brow. "But you believe I am recovered?" "Yes, father. I was able to counter the effects and eliminate the nanoagents." "How?" "You do not want to know, father, just be assured that you are indeed recovered. Nevertheless, as I said before, you have not yet regained your full strength. You will have to ease back into your normal routine. And I want to run a follow-up on you from time to time." "Sure, Domani. Whatever you say. If there's nothing else...." Dalton quirked his brow. "Then, I'm still going to the bridge." "Can you make it alone?" "I am not a child or a doddering old man for that matter." He affectionately patted Domani's shoulder, then turned on his heel and strode confidently out of the sickbay. As the door slid shut, concealing him from Domani's suspicious gaze, Dalton leaned heavily against the corridor wall. "Oh, Lord," he muttered, sucking in a harsh shuddering breath. "I really don't have time for this." He definitely wanted to get back to his bridge, that was certain, but he didn't want to get there only to land at the feet of the people on duty. A repeat performance like that could get damn embarrassing. After a moment, he groped around in his back hip pocket. His trembling fingers closed around a small vial and he shook out a tiny purple caplet and swallowed it dry, knowing he was going to need the condensed sapo if he were going to beat the insidious weakness. As the drug quickly dissolved, a rush of energy flushed through his system and he pushed away from the wall, moving with studied care down the hall, ignoring the fact that his legs were shaking with each step. * * * * * * Stepping onto the bridge, Dalton found Ian leaning lazily back in the flight module with his lids drooping heavily. As he watched, Ian leaned forward and tapped his controlboard with no apparent aim, casually swinging his hand from one control to the next. Glancing at the main screen, Dalton confirmed they were in a primary parking orbit around Euzkadi. The ship was under Yama's expert guidance, leaving Ian with the sole duty of monitoring the readings periodically printed over his terminal. It was a job he could do in his sleep, and from the look of it, he was very nearly doing just that. "I am told you completed the test flight?" Dalton said, breaking the quiet. Ian turned the flight module around lazily and frowned. "You sure you should be up here, boss?" "I have Domani's assurance my..." Dalton paused, his lips tightening over his teeth. "Complaint has passed. The tests? You had no difficulties according to Domani. What are your feelings" Ian flashed a reckless smile. "Hellequin came through everything we could think to throw at her. Fact is, she gave us better results than we've ever gotten before." He patted the arm of his chair lovingly. "Sure and you've done a hell of a job putting her back together." He cut Dalton a slanted glance. "But the cost to you personally was a wee bit high." Dalton stared at him icily. "Where's everyone gone? Their quarters?" "Adric went back to the planet. He was anxious to get back to his lady." "Then you have nothing to report?" "Far as Hellequin is concerned, everything's smooth as sweaters, but downstairs it be getting a little warm. Some nasty happenings are going on." Dalton moved slowly to the crash chaise and eased into it. The chair hummed softly, adjusting to him. "Tell me." "Adric called up shortly after we put him down. Seems there's a body count building down there." "Explain." "There have been several fatal accidents." Ian scowled darkly, shaking his head. "Least they looked like accidents on the surface. Bad ones. Adric did some digging, though, and now suspects the accidents were out and out murders." He bithis lower lip thoughtfully. "Dal, it be turning bloody down there." A predatory smile touched Dalton's full lips. "So the hunter has decided to make a serious move." Ian propped his chin on his fist, grinning. "I be thinking so." Dalton stared coolly at the main screen, contemplating the slowly turning planet. "Our crew. None of them are down there, are they?" Ian grunted apologetically. "'Fraid so. Paris went down when he heard Adric was in trouble. He's been sticking pretty close to the man. Thought he might be able to help." "The stupid idiot." Dalton clenched his fist as he swung to his feet and strode to Communications. "Paris is putting himself in unnecessary danger. Doesn't he realize he might well be a primary target?" Dalton shook his head, his still pale lips curling with unrestrained anger. "Damn, what is Adric thinking of by letting Paris go down there." "Paris made the decision to go, na' Adric. Look, when are you going to tell us what you suspect? That information could be helpful to us all." Ian shoved his fingers through his unruly curls. "Hell, Adric and Nykita are going crazy trying to get a handle on things." "I imagine it would appear that way," Dalton drawled sarcastically. "However, I'm not ready to give anyone the mole's name. Just be aware that this particular traitor's exceptionally careful to appear loyal. Up until this moment, I've only had my gut reaction and now, a rash of instrumented accidents that could have been caused by anyone." "And the attack on this ship, eh?" "Yes." Dalton punched his fist into the call button. "Adric, acknowledge the Hellequin." He turned back to Ian, quirking his brow. "You never told me where the ladies have hidden themselves away." "They took over the engineering section while Domani was looking after...." Ian darkened a shade. "Ah, they be running a series of continuous scans. Arissa thought we should keep a security watch on the ship." "I seem to recall saying that all along." "Aye, that you did. We apparently took a little long getting with the program." Dalton probed Ian's open gaze then nodded, satisfied. "It's reassuring to know you've finally come around to my way of thinking." "Adric here." His voice broke over Communications, thick and distracted. "It's good to have you back in action, haurride." Dalton grunted. "We need to talk, Adric. Prepare for immediate teleport." "Can't do it," Adric protested. "Sorry, my friend. I can't leave the base right now. We have something of a situation down here." Dalton's fists clenched rapidly open and shut, open and shut. "So I've heard. Listen, it can't wait, Adric. I'm coming down." "Do you think that's such a good idea?" Nykita broke in. "Oh yes," Dalton breathed, his tone dangerous. "I most assuredly think it's a good idea." He broke the link, leaving the air filled with dead silence. Spurred by apprehension, Dalton strode toward the transporter, snatching up a recall band from the storage bank as he moved past it. He secured the band on his wrist without breaking stride. His hand darted to his waist, reaching for his weapon. A weapon that was not there. He'd neglected to check it out of the armory. Ian sauntered to the armory and pulled the gun Dalton favored from its slot. He tossed the gun to Dalton. "Keep alert, Dal." Dalton caught the gun neatly in mid-spin. "Are you positive you want to go downstairs, Dal? I could go down and talk to Adric." Ignoring the offer, Dalton checked his gun's power reserve and strapped it on. It would do him no good to be caught with low power if their enemy decided he was becoming too dangerous. The gun riding comfortably on his hip, he turned back toward Ian with his dark brow arched curiously. "What use would sending you be, Ian? Do you know what I intend to say to Adric? What I go down to do?" Ian grinned, shrugging his shoulders. "Dumb idea, what?" Dalton chuckled deep in his throat. "Dumb idea, yes. You can't do what needs doing on Euzkadi." He moved onto the transporter pad and pointed toward the controls. "Ready when you are." Settling at the console, Ian double checked the preset coordinates, verifying them. "I do have a word of warning, though." Dalton stood with his legs spread for easy balance, his hands resting on his trim hips. "Say what you have too." "It occurs to me that if Paris is a target just being Paris, than you would be at an even greater risk, considering who you are and what you suspect." "Yes. That's the chance I'm taking," Dalton agreed sarcastically. "So, maybe you'll take my command before the day is out, my ambitious friend." "Very funny," Ian drawled, scowling. "Sure and I may be ambitious. I may even have my eye on your command, but I be na' a fool. If I let you go down and something happens to you, Arissa would have me drawn and quartered before your body was cold. Just watch you back, Dalton." Dalton nodded, sighing. "I appreciate your concern, but things being what they are, I have limited choices." "You do have choices, then?" Dalton hesitiated. "That's what I aim to find out. I have to know what the players are up to if I am to control the game. And I can't do that without checking the board." "And you'll be telling me what makes you think you can control this when no one else can?" Dalton's smile was coated in ice. "That should have been obvious." "Too you maybe, but na' us lesser mortals." "It's really quite simple, Ian. I don't trust the person I suspect." Breathing deeply, slowly, he considered his words with care. "Look, the base is being sabotaged. In my mind, that means they have become expendable. Those people must be removed from danger. Quickly, if they are to survive." "You be talking evacuation." "I see no other way. Evacuation will remove a powerful weapon from the hands of our enemy, in effect disarming him." He smiled grimly. "Besides, Adric won't leave those people if he thinks he can protect even one. And Paris won't go without him. He thinks he's safe with Adric. Safer than with us, or he wouldn't be down there right now." "Ah," Ian breathed, leaning his arms on the console. "Now I be understanding your uncharacteristic concern for the base personal. It relates directly to your own safety." Dalton laughed shortly. "Can you think of a better reason?" He jerked at his cuffs impatiently. "Put me down. We're running out of time." END PART 29 -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Adrian would never.... Adrian's hand moved lower, cupping Leland through his suit pants. "You're pretty hard, there, Leland." he said with a soft smile in his voice. "got a confession you'd like to get off your chest?" end part 12 anyone wanna add something? -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080914/8d852780/attachment.htm From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Mon Sep 15 10:23:29 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2008 12:23:29 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] An Adventure Inc wandering wren fic: Beach Adventure (Judson Cross) Please play Message-ID: I've recently been introduced to the idea of wandering wrens and fic trees. These are similiar to round robins, but instead of having a rotation structure, these writing devices are more or less, jump when you please. In other words, if a post inspires you to write, you write, and if two folks write the same part, a second story develops from the branch. I've got one going for Monk, now I thought I'd add Adventure Inc. and there will be more, the quiet fandoms, probably first, but as things get rolling, who knows. Anyone who wants to start a wren of their own, roll it on out, themore the merrier...and what better way to shake a list out of its stupor than to have stories pouring in, hey? that said, I'm posting the wrens I come up with to fandom interested lists first, then to my multiple fandom lists so I can get a wider range of authors. I will disperse the parts throughout the lists as they come in, but that sometimes takes time, so the wrens are being posted to the archive (URL in sig) as parts come in so you can check there for updates if you would like at any time. Oh, and finally. You don't have to wait for someone to post before you send a second post. If a second bit hits you after you have posted, feel free to add your additional part. For those of you who want to try your hand at writing but have never felt comfortable in turning out a fullout story, this would be the perfect oppportunity for you to dip your toe. we're just having fun. Remember, no rules or structure. If you want to do a single person response (RPG) bit, its all good. the idea is to make a story. little bits or large scenes, its all good The Beach Adventure by round robin writers started by PEJA Fandom: Adventure Inc Characters: Judson Cross (Michael Biehn), Mackenzie Previn (Karen Cliche) and Gabriel Patterson (Jesse Nilsson) Genre: Undetermined at this time--up for grabs Rating: FRM to start summary: Judson spends a lazy day on a remote beach Warning: public nudity, Additional warnings will be added if needed. Authors Note: This is another wandering wren, which means if you want to add to the end of the story, just send your addition (include part number and the name of the wren) to the list, or privately to makebelievearchive at gmail.com and I will send the entry to the interested lists and archive Judson Cross always found a secret joy in these times. Times when he could get away from the craziness of his life and just laze in the sun. It was at these times that he would idally sift through the events of his lie, rehash the recent adventures, and sometimes remenice about the older ones with fondness, and occassionally regret. But today he was just here to think about nothing. To feel the heat rising from the heated sands beneath him and beating down from the blazing sun above. He needed time to recharge. To regain his balance. He needed time to spend time with the lover of his dreams. okay, anyone tempted? post the next part someone. Don't make me do this alone. I hate alone. it takes waaaay to long -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080915/c95f6d11/attachment.htm From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Mon Sep 15 20:33:06 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2008 22:33:06 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] An Adventure Inc/torchwood wren fic: Beach Adventure (Part1-3) Judson/Gabe, Jack/Ianto) Message-ID: The Beach Adventure by round robin writers started by PEJA Fandom: Adventure Inc, Torchwood Characters: [Adventure Inc] Judson Cross (Michael Biehn), Mackenzie Previn (Karen Cliche) and Gabriel Patterson (Jesse Nilsson) [Torchwood] Jack Harness (John Barrowman) and Ianto Jones (Gareth David-Lloyd) Pairings: Judson/Gabe, Jack/Ianto Genre: slash Rating: FRM to start summary: Judson spends a lazy day on a remote beach with his young lover. Strangers arrive and fun times Warning: public nudity, Additional warnings will be added if needed. Authors Note: This is another wandering wren, which means if you want to add to the end of the story, just send your addition (include part number and the name of the wren) to the list, or privately to makebelievearchive at gmail.com and I will send the entry to the interested lists and archive Judson Cross always found a secret joy in these times. Times when he could get away from the craziness of his life and just laze in the sun. It was at these times that he would idally sift through the events of his lie, rehash the recent adventures, and sometimes remenice about the older ones with fondness, and occassionally regret. But today he was just here to think about nothing. To feel the heat rising from the heated sands beneath him and beating down from the blazing sun above. He needed time to recharge. To regain his balance. He needed time to spend time with the lover of his dreams. Part 2 Continued by Teddy: [Characters: Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones from Torchwood. ] Jack carried the backpack down to the beach with Ianto following reluctantly behind. "I'm not so sure about this, Jack." "You said you wanted to get a tan. I don't want tan marks marring that beautiful skin of yours," Jack replied. "But a nudest beach. I've never been to one before." "Ianto, there isn't anyone here...Oh well, almost no one," Jack said spotting the couple to the far end of the secluded beach. "Look, if you're shy we can hide behind those rocks there. We can pretend we are all alone." "Alright, but promise me you won't do anything to embarrass me," Ianto said. "Do I ever?" Jack asked. "Don't answer that. Ianto, what could be more romantic than to be together nude on the beach on our honeymoon?" "Being alone," Ianto stated. Jack lent over and kissed him, quickly. Ianto even more quickly grabbed his towel off his shouldber and held in front of his swimming shorts. Jack laughed. Ianto blushed. *** Part 3 by PEJA "We've got company, Judson," Gabe said, leaning down to kiss one sun warmed shoulder, drawing a slumberous groan of appreciation from his lover. Judson rolled over and threw a look in the direction of the couple settling down a coule hundred yards down. "Public beach." he smiled as the dark haired man swept the other man into his arms and pulled him down on to a blanket, landing on his back then rolling over to pin his companion beneath him before he began a practiced exploration of that lean body. "Besides they look to interested in themselves to be intrusive." Gabe nodded, his eyes smiling. "Hmmm...looks like this could get better than a porno." Judson hooked a hand around the back of young Gabe's neck and pulled him down onto his chest. "Give those guys some privacy. You have a willing body right under you if you want porn." okay, anyone tempted to add the next bit? Come on guys, post the next part someone. -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080915/fe9a5520/attachment.htm From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Tue Sep 16 09:36:33 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Tue, 16 Sep 2008 11:36:33 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] Wren Fic: Beach Adventure 1-5 (Adventure Inc/Torchwood/Stargate) R - Voyuerism, public nudity Message-ID: I've recently been introduced to the idea of wandering wrens and fic trees. These are similiar to round robins, but instead of having a rotation structure, these writing devices are more or less, jump when you please. In other words, if a post inspires you to write, you write, and if two folks write the same part, a second story develops from the branch. I've got one going for Monk, now I thought I'd add Adventure Inc. and there will be more, the quiet fandoms, probably first, but as things get rolling, who knows. Anyone who wants to start a wren of their own, roll it on out, themore the merrier...and what better way to shake a list out of its stupor than to have stories pouring in, hey? that said, I'm posting the wrens I come up with to fandom interested lists first, then to my multiple fandom lists so I can get a wider range of authors. I will disperse the parts throughout the lists as they come in, but that sometimes takes time, so the wrens are being posted to the archive (URL in sig) as parts come in so you can check there for updates if you would like at any time. Oh, and finally. You don't have to wait for someone to post before you send a second post. If a second bit hits you after you have posted, feel free to add your additional part. For those of you who want to try your hand at writing but have never felt comfortable in turning out a fullout story, this would be the perfect oppportunity for you to dip your toe. we're just having fun. Remember, no rules or structure. If you want to do a single person response (RPG) bit, its all good. the idea is to make a story. little bits or large scenes, its all good The Beach Adventure by round robin writers started by PEJA Fandom: Adventure Inc, Torchwood, Stargate Characters: [Adventure Inc] Judson Cross (Michael Biehn), Mackenzie Previn (Karen Cliche) and Gabriel Patterson (Jesse Nilsson) [Torchwood] Jack Harness (John Barrowman) and Ianto Jones (Gareth David-Lloyd). [Stargate] Jack O'Neill (Richard Dean Anderson) and Daniel Jackson (Michael Shanks) Pairings: Judson/Gabe, Jack/Ianto, Jack/Daniel Genre: slash Rating: FRM to start summary: Judson spends a lazy day on a remote beach with his young lover. Strangers arrive and fun times Warning: public nudity, Voyuerism. Additional warnings will be added if needed. Authors Note: This is another wandering wren, which means if you want to add to the end of the story, just send your addition (include part number and the name of the wren) to the list, or privately to makebelievearchive at gmail.com and I will send the entry to the interested lists and archive Judson Cross always found a secret joy in these times. Times when he could get away from the craziness of his life and just laze in the sun. It was at these times that he would idally sift through the events of his lie, rehash the recent adventures, and sometimes remenice about the older ones with fondness, and occassionally regret. But today he was just here to think about nothing. To feel the heat rising from the heated sands beneath him and beating down from the blazing sun above. He needed time to recharge. To regain his balance. He needed time to spend time with the lover of his dreams. Part 2 Continued by Teddy: [Characters: Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones from Torchwood. ] Jack carried the backpack down to the beach with Ianto following reluctantly behind. "I'm not so sure about this, Jack." "You said you wanted to get a tan. I don't want tan marks marring that beautiful skin of yours," Jack replied. "But a nudest beach. I've never been to one before." "Ianto, there isn't anyone here...Oh well, almost no one," Jack said spotting the couple to the far end of the secluded beach. "Look, if you're shy we can hide behind those rocks there. We can pretend we are all alone." "Alright, but promise me you won't do anything to embarrass me," Ianto said. "Do I ever?" Jack asked. "Don't answer that. Ianto, what could be more romantic than to be together nude on the beach on our honeymoon?" "Being alone," Ianto stated. Jack lent over and kissed him, quickly. Ianto even more quickly grabbed his towel off his shouldber and held in front of his swimming shorts. Jack laughed. Ianto blushed. *** Part 3 by PEJA "We've got company, Judson," Gabe said, leaning down to kiss one sun warmed shoulder, drawing a slumberous groan of appreciation from his lover. Judson rolled over and threw a look in the direction of the couple settling down a coule hundred yards down. "Public beach." he smiled as the dark haired man swept the other man into his arms and pulled him down on to a blanket, landing on his back then rolling over to pin his companion beneath him before he began a practiced exploration of that lean body. "Besides they look to interested in themselves to be intrusive." Gabe nodded, his eyes smiling. "Hmmm...looks like this could get better than a porno." Judson hooked a hand around the back of young Gabe's neck and pulled him down onto his chest. "Give those guys some privacy. You have a willing body right under you if you want porn." Part 4 by Teddy. Ianto spread the blanket. Jack stripped off, completely, making Ianto blush again. He reached out and removed Ianto's shirt before he started putting sunscreen on his back. "I'm not sure it is a good idea for us to be out in this sun at all, Jack. I have heard the worst tales of skin cancer and sunburn," Ianto said. "You just don't want to show off what you've got," Jack told him. "You look good, Ianto. Fine young man like yourself. You're nice and firm and virile." "Jack!" Both Ianto and Jack turned to see who had said that. But it was someone new to the beach. "You know them?" Ianto asked. "No, Jack is a common name." Jack replied. The new Jack threw a blanket down on the sand and flipped open the pop-up sunshield. He quickly pegged the four corners and pushed the cooler inside. "Why did we bother coming to the beach if you aren't going to get any sun?" Daniel asked. "Better view." Part 5 Jack O'Neill smirked broadly, tilting his head toward the couple down the beach. "Nice ass." "Huh?" Daniel glanced in the direction Jack was looking, just a casual flick of his eyes, before he turned back to gaze at the ocean. His back suddenly stiffened and he turned his head back toward the naked, passionately involved pair. "Holy crap." Jack chuckled, tapping his lover's shoulder with an icy beer. He knew Daniel's secret kink was watching. Their private stack of pornos, starign one Jack O'Neill and Daniel Jackson was proof of that. Absently taking the beer Daniel drew a long draw from the bottle. "Ah, nice," he murmured, shifting so he could lean his head on Jack's thigh. Leave it to Jack to bring lawn chairs. The man was nothing if not a comfort slut. Jack reached out to thread his fingers threw Daniel's longish hair. "Getting a little shaggy, pet." Daniel huffed, taking a nip out of Jack's thigh. He smiled when the older man grunted softly. "You like me shaggy." He licked at reddening bite mark. "GIves you something to hang onto when I'm licking your cock." 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As far as Dalton was concerned, there was plenty of reason to be afraid. Unless he had missed his guess, something bad was coming down. Something big bad. And these people had been haphazardly thrust into the arena like abandoned fawns in a firing range. His dragon gaze swept over the swarming crowd with intent now, searching out the man he had come to speak with. There. Adric had hidden himself away in a remote corner of the room, and even now, was deeply engrossed in a private conversation with Paris and Nykita. Focusing his intense stare on their lips, Dalton discovered their concerns were centered on the latest rash of accidents. No conspiracy in that. "Adric, we must have that talk. Now." Adric looked up from his whispered conversation, revealing the raw torment burning in his haunted glance. Nothing surprising in that, either. Adric's fatal flaw had always been the pain he felt for his people. Curious, Dalton turned his attention to Nykita. Her returning glare was filled with biting hatred. A hint of honesty in the madness? One thing was certain, that one was not glad to see him. His glance moved toward Paris. The man's nervous gaze shifted away. Bad sign, that. Not good at all. As he watched, Adric spoke a quick apology to his companions, then joined Dalton, nodding toward the corridor. "Walk with me a bit." "Where you lead...." "Yeah. Right," Adric snorted in bad humor and moved out of the tracking room into the corridor. He did not speak again, did not look anywhere but directly in front of him, as he guided them away from the rapid flow of burden laden people. At the end of the corridor, he turned into a quiet room. "This should do well enough," Adric said, sauntering across the room. He stopped before the wide observation window, stuffing his big hands into his hip pockets. And said nothing. "Want to tell me about it," Dalton prompted softly. "Or should I guess?" he added with a wry smile. "I just bet you could, too," Adric said, dragging a thick cigar from his breast pocket. He bit off the tip and set a match to the cigar, sucking the rich, spicy smoke deep into his lungs. "Before you go all chill on me," he said through a stream of smoke, "I'm gonna tell you, I've done what I had to do. Was no other course in my mind." "Ah," Dalton said, nodding. "And what exactly have you done?" Adric sighed. "You're determined to make this hard, aren't you?" He clasped his hands loosely behind his back, rocking on the balls of his feet. "I'm evacuating the base, Dal. Clearing my people the hell out of here while I still have people to move." Dalton hid his pleased smile beneath a throaty cough. "From what I've just seen, I thought as much. Is that wise, do you think?" "What choice do I have?" He laughed bitterly. "Oh,I'll grant, this might well mean a murderer escapes, but if I wait until we find this madman, I'd be endangering every life here. I have to do this." "Do you?" "Dammit, Dal. My people are being murdered. We're being destroyed by an assassin who might even have you topped in ruthless tactics." A flicker of anger darkened Dalton's mesmerizing gaze. "For your future information, no one beats me in the game of ruthlessness. I'm too well trained in what I do." Frustrated, Adric clamped his teeth down on the cigar. "This idea of a stationary base was stupid. Stupid. It made us a sitting target, easily accessible to infiltration. Based as we are, we have simply become too damn vulnerable." "Very likely. I have to wonder why you didn't take that into account when you decided on establishing a permanent base." Adric raked his fingers through his long brown hair. "Oh, we suspected there would be problems when we set up the operation, but we didn't realize how quickly we could be terminated once we'd been discovered. No, that we never expected." "So, now you're moving your people. Very commendable. But, what about you, Adric? Where do you plan to go?" Adric glanced at Dalton briefly, then turned back to the window. "Many of the people in my organization have contacts in the higher echelons of the Coalition. I intend to have them infiltrate the enemy. Once in, they will funnel vital information out to me, enabling us to stage more effective raids." "Dangerous, but an interesting maneuver if you can makeit work. I'd be curious to know how many others will know the exact whereabouts of your operatives? Who will their contacts be on the outside?" "Just me." Adric drew a long, slow breath. "It seems best not to trust anyone else at this point." "What about your woman? Aren't you going to tell her your plans?" "Nicki won't be told anything. I'm adopting a page from your book, haurride. Trust breeds contempt. Isn't that the rule you live by?" "Trust leads to sentiment, actually. Once that fatal emotion gets hold of you, you're a dead man." Dalton smiled darkly. "I am glad you are finally beginning to learn to survive." Adric returned the smile, tipping his shaggy head in a curt nod. "I have a good teacher." He chewed on the cigar in silence for a moment, then rolled it to the other side of his mouth. "My people are leaving at a steady rate. They'll all be gone within a couple of hours." Dalton crooked a brow. "I haven't heard any ships leaving the base." "Their going overland." Adric took the cigar from between his teeth and stared at the glowing tip. "I hadn't dared send them out by ship. Not after what happened when you took the Hellequin up." Dalton nodded. "You're doing the right thing. It's what I was going to recommend. Now, I'm still waiting to hear your personal plans. Where will you go?" "With you. If you'll have me." Adric caught the corner of his lower lip in his teeth. "How about it? Have I proven myself trustworthy? Does the alliance continue?" "You have given this a lot of thought?" "Yeah. I have at that." He stared at the harsh beauty of the lemon-yellow forest outside the observation window. "It really is something, don't you think? This land?" Dalton joined him at the window. To his mind, the view was nothing to write home about. But then, there was not much that was. "A planet is a planet." "Ah, but not this one, Dal. Look at that view. I mean, really look at it. That's the first thing I saw when Nicki and I arrived here. That forest right there. It reminded me of Earth from the first moment. That's why I chose to start over here." "You let a piece of land, a view, influence you?" Adric swallowed noisily, shrugging. "We all need our reminders, Dal. And I want to bring my people home some day. I want to return to Earth, but not just any Earth. I want to go back to a free planet. A welcoming planet." "All hail the conquering hero," Dalton said dryly. "It's a pretty dream, but that's all it is. A dream." "I'll die trying to give that dream life." "Yes, Adric, I expect you probably will." Adric eyed him suspiciously. "So what's your answer, Dal? Will you work with me? I need an answer. Now." "I suppose you do." Frustration etched deep lines in Adric's battle-worn features. "Dammitall, don't play games with me." Dalton arched his brow, giving him a look of feigned innocence. "Am I playing games?" * * * * * Adric clenched his fist, crumbling the cigar between his fingers. Why was nothing ever easy? Especially negotiating with Dalton. The blasted man seemed to feel a simple discussion was only successful if it escalated into a vocal fencing match that left his opponent exhausted, both physically and mentally. He actually prided himself on his ability to skillfully avoid giving a anyone an easy, straight answer, willing to answer with the entire truth only when it was torn from him by bloodied fingernails. "I've been talking to Paris, Dal." A dark scowl crossed Dalton's rugged features. "Don't say too much, Adric." Adric snorted. "It may already be to late. You must realize if it comes to a choice between us, Paris will leave your command. He doesn't trust you, my haurride. He'll only go with you if I'm there." "There is that danger." Adric drew his fingers across his mouth. This wasn't going to be easy. "Look, Paris is valuable to both of us. A talented thief would be hard to replace. Even foryou." "You underestimate him," Dalton said softly. "Paris is far more than just a talented thief." "You think so?" Adric pursed his lips thoughtfully, then nodded. "Perhaps you're right. He's been influential in getting us both out of some damn tight spots. Spots where we'd have been killed if not for him." He paused. "Do I go with you, or not?" A dangerous half smile tugged at the corner of Dalton's lips as he crossed his arms over his burly chest andleaned his shoulder against the wall. "This sounds remarkably like blackmail." Adric grimaced. "Blackmail isn't a nice word, Dal." "But it is an accurate one, isn't it?" Adric shrugged, his eyes shying away. "I'll make you a bargain." "I've had a gut full of bargains." "What you fill your gut with is of little importance to me," Dalton snapped, jerking out of his lazy slouch, and stabbed two hard fingers into Adric's tender chest. "We'll leave this planet together if you can guarantee Paris will come. More, he must follow me without question. Without question, Adric. Or there can be no bargain." "That's a mighty stiff demand. Why do you value his obedience so highly? Why can't you settle for his presence?" "I never settle," Dalton ground out, then sighed. "Listen, I do indeed recognize his significance in my crew, but I also know his liabilities. His amenable obedience will remove a small portion of those undesirable characteristics." "You hope to enslave him to your will," Adric snarled, shaking his head. "That's the very thing we're fighting to stop." Dalton chuckled softly. "I swear I must be the most misunderstood man alive. I don't want to steal his free will. I simply want him more prone to listen to reason. If he thinks his behavior will influence your presence on the Hellequin, he might be more inclined to avoid some of his harmful excesses." "Then this so called bargain of yours is nothing more than a sham meant to gain the upper hand with him?" "Oh, no. The bargain will be upheld," Dalton snapped. "Understand. My people compliment me. They are extensions of me, like my arms or my legs. "I am the mind behind the body. I put their talents to use. Unite them into a single, thinking entity. With their cooperation, I have far greater strength then I would have alone. That makes us a force not easily reckoned with. The kind of squad you claimed you want us to be." "And I meant it," Adric said, suddenly curious. "But why is Paris so damn important to you? Why go to this end to command his obedience?" Dalton hesitated, taking a turn at studying the forest outside their window. Then, "Paris, like the others of my crew, has an ability that sets him apart from your common rabble. He possesses a skill I am not willing to do without. His removal would drastically decrease my success." He turned his chilled gaze back on his friend. "I mean what I say, Adric. If he refuses to obey me there will be no place for you on the Hellequin." Adric stared, open-mouthed, at the man standing before him. Dalton had spoken in his own odd way of trust. Oh, it was a trust he'd hotly deny if anyone was fool enough to challenge him, but there was trust in his words. Trust that bound him to his people all the same. And as far as Adric was concerned, that made a world of difference. "Paris will be ready to leave on your command." Dalton smiled grimly. "You have him firmly in hand, then? A pity. But it is what I required, is it not?" Adric stuck his hand out, offering it to Dalton. "I'd be happy to accept your hand to seal our bargain." Dalton stared at the offending hand, hesitating. His guarded gaze lifted to Adric's and he chuckled. "You have it." He gripped Adric's hand quickly but firmly, then retreated from the contact with a speed that from anyone else that would have been the height of rudeness. Smiling broadly, Adric moved back to the window. He craned his neck, tipping his glance upward. "I'll be glad to get back to the stars. I'm not comfortable being planetbound for long. It gives me too much time too think. Too remember all those people we've lost in the rebellion. Good people like Hall. Gina. Lanar." Adric closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against the chilled glass. "I loved her, Dal." "I never doubted it," Dalton said softly. "Perhaps you would have been more clever if you'd taken her away before you got involved so deeply in the rebellion. She would have willing gone with you, you know? And if you'd gone into hiding instead of fighting your personal demon, the monster Coalition, she might still be alive." Adric nodded. Lanar had been that kind of woman. She had devoured all life had to offer, always laughing, always ready to defend his compulsions, no matter how insane. "She was special." "Yes, she was that." Dalton shrugged. "The difference between us, Adric, is that I expect the violent deaths of our companions. I do not like to watch them die, but I conform to what I cannot change. You must learn to keep regret a diminutive part of life. Brooding on the past only serves to make one weak." "Dalton..." He shook his head, raising his hands before him. "Sentiment is a weakness none of us can afford. Mark my words. If you let sentiment get hold of you, it will blind you to reality, it will kill you." "Dal...." Dalton stepped back. "Enough. This self-destructive wallowing in the past is not for me." His cobra's gaze slashed out at Adric, freezing him out. "Finish up down here quickly. We're leaving Euzkadi in four hours. With or without you." Adric nodded, knowing the moment had been lost. "I'll be ready." Dalton lifted the recall band to his lips, keying a link to the ship. "I'm finished here. Bring me up, Ian. Now." end part 30 -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080916/c71a8f17/attachment.htm From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Wed Sep 17 13:13:23 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2008 15:13:23 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] wren fic_ Beach Adventure1-7 (Adventure Inc, Torchwood, Stargate) R -Voyuerism, Public nudity Message-ID: I've recently been introduced to the idea of wandering wrens and fic trees. These are similiar to round robins, but instead of having a rotation structure, these writing devices are more or less, jump when you please. In other words, if a post inspires you to write, you write, and if two folks write the same part, a second story develops from the branch. I've got one going for Monk, now I thought I'd add Adventure Inc. and there will be more, the quiet fandoms, probably first, but as things get rolling, who knows. Anyone who wants to start a wren of their own, roll it on out, themore the merrier...and what better way to shake a list out of its stupor than to have stories pouring in, hey? that said, I'm posting the wrens I come up with to fandom interested lists first, then to my multiple fandom lists so I can get a wider range of authors. I will disperse the parts throughout the lists as they come in, but that sometimes takes time, so the wrens are being posted to the archive (URL in sig) as parts come in so you can check there for updates if you would like at any time. Oh, and finally. You don't have to wait for someone to post before you send a second post. If a second bit hits you after you have posted, feel free to add your additional part. For those of you who want to try your hand at writing but have never felt comfortable in turning out a fullout story, this would be the perfect oppportunity for you to dip your toe. we're just having fun. Remember, no rules or structure. If you want to do a single person response (RPG) bit, its all good. the idea is to make a story. little bits or large scenes, its all good The Beach Adventure by round robin writers started by PEJA Fandom: Adventure Inc, Torchwood, Stargate Characters: [Adventure Inc] Judson Cross (Michael Biehn), Mackenzie Previn (Karen Cliche) and Gabriel Patterson (Jesse Nilsson) [Torchwood] Jack Harness (John Barrowman) and Ianto Jones (Gareth David-Lloyd). [Stargate] Jack O'Neill (Richard Dean Anderson) and Daniel Jackson (Michael Shanks) Pairings: Judson/Gabe, Jack/Ianto, Jack/Daniel Genre: slash Rating: FRM to start summary: Judson spends a lazy day on a remote beach with his young lover. Strangers arrive and fun times Warning: public nudity, Additional warnings will be added if needed. Authors Note: This is another wandering wren, which means if you want to add to the end of the story, just send your addition (include part number and the name of the wren) to the list, or privately to makebelievearchive at gmail.com and I will send the entry to the interested lists and archive Judson Cross always found a secret joy in these times. Times when he could get away from the craziness of his life and just laze in the sun. It was at these times that he would idally sift through the events of his lie, rehash the recent adventures, and sometimes remenice about the older ones with fondness, and occassionally regret. But today he was just here to think about nothing. To feel the heat rising from the heated sands beneath him and beating down from the blazing sun above. He needed time to recharge. To regain his balance. He needed time to spend time with the lover of his dreams. Part 2 Continued by Teddy: [Characters: Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones from Torchwood. ] Jack carried the backpack down to the beach with Ianto following reluctantly behind. "I'm not so sure about this, Jack." "You said you wanted to get a tan. I don't want tan marks marring that beautiful skin of yours," Jack replied. "But a nudest beach. I've never been to one before." "Ianto, there isn't anyone here...Oh well, almost no one," Jack said spotting the couple to the far end of the secluded beach. "Look, if you're shy we can hide behind those rocks there. We can pretend we are all alone." "Alright, but promise me you won't do anything to embarrass me," Ianto said. "Do I ever?" Jack asked. "Don't answer that. Ianto, what could be more romantic than to be together nude on the beach on our honeymoon?" "Being alone," Ianto stated. Jack lent over and kissed him, quickly. Ianto even more quickly grabbed his towel off his shouldber and held in front of his swimming shorts. Jack laughed. Ianto blushed. *** Part 3 by PEJA "We've got company, Judson," Gabe said, leaning down to kiss one sun warmed shoulder, drawing a slumberous groan of appreciation from his lover. Judson rolled over and threw a look in the direction of the couple settling down a coule hundred yards down. "Public beach." he smiled as the dark haired man swept the other man into his arms and pulled him down on to a blanket, landing on his back then rolling over to pin his companion beneath him before he began a practiced exploration of that lean body. "Besides they look to interested in themselves to be intrusive." Gabe nodded, his eyes smiling. "Hmmm...looks like this could get better than a porno." Judson hooked a hand around the back of young Gabe's neck and pulled him down onto his chest. "Give those guys some privacy. You have a willing body right under you if you want porn." Part 4 by Teddy. Ianto spread the blanket. Jack stripped off, completely, making Ianto blush again. He reached out and removed Ianto's shirt before he started putting sunscreen on his back. "I'm not sure it is a good idea for us to be out in this sun at all, Jack. I have heard the worst tales of skin cancer and sunburn," Ianto said. "You just don't want to show off what you've got," Jack told him. "You look good, Ianto. Fine young man like yourself. You're nice and firm and virile." "Jack!" Both Ianto and Jack turned to see who had said that. But it was someone new to the beach. "You know them?" Ianto asked. "No, Jack is a common name." Jack replied. The new Jack threw a blanket down on the sand and flipped open the pop-up sunshield. He quickly pegged the four corners and pushed the cooler inside. "Why did we bother coming to the beach if you aren't going to get any sun?" Daniel asked. "Better view." Part 5 Jack O'Neill smirked broadly, tilting his head toward the couple down the beach. "Nice ass." "Huh?" Daniel glanced in the direction Jack was looking, just a casual flick of his eyes, before he turned back to gaze at the ocean. His back suddenly stiffened and he turned his head back toward the naked, passionately involved pair. "Holy crap." Jack chuckled, tapping his lover's shoulder with an icy beer. He knew Daniel's secret kink was watching. Their private stack of pornos, starign one Jack O'Neill and Daniel Jackson was proof of that. Absently taking the beer Daniel drew a long draw from the bottle. "Ah, nice," he murmured, shifting so he could lean his head on Jack's thigh. Leave it to Jack to bring lawn chairs. The man was nothing if not a comfort slut. Jack reached out to thread his fingers threw Daniel's longish hair. "Getting a little shaggy, pet." Daniel huffed, taking a nip out of Jack's thigh. He smiled when the older man grunted softly. "You like me shaggy." He licked at reddening bite mark. "GIves you something to hang onto when I'm licking your cock." "Those guys giving you ideas, Danny-boy?" Part 6 by Teddy. "Jack, what are you doing?" Ianto asked. "Putting sunscreen on you. I want one nice even tan." "Under my shorts?" "You won't have them on long," Jack told him, running his hands down over Ianto's bum. One slick inger slid between the cheeks. Ianto caught his breath. "Jack the sun doesn't shine there." "Oh, but it just demanded my attention." Jack ran his hands down the inside of Ianto's thigh making him move his stance to allow Jack to spread more sunscreen. But Ianto jumped slightly when Jack's hand ran over a bruise. "Ianto?" "Just a bruise," Ianto replied. "Am I so rough with you?" Jack asked, knowing that they often lost control in each others arms. "No, it wasn't you." Jack bent to look at the bruise. "Someone else?" he demanded. "God! Jack, no. It was just an embarrassing accident." "You didn't tell me," Jack said. "I heard about this...um...it cleans...Jack, please. It was silly. I should have gotten you to help or show me," Ianto said. "Ianto, even if I didn't use condoms, I couldn't catch anything. I don't get sick," Jack said. "I just thought that..." Jack turned him around and drew him into his arms. He kissed him gently. "You can show me later. Just don't hurt yourself. If you want to be hurt, all you had to do was ask. I didn't think you wanted..." "No! I don't. It's good between us, Jack. Really. I like all the things you do to me, but I'm not into pain." "Didn't think so and I don't want to hurt you." Jack started putting the sunscreen on Ianto's chest. "I can do this side myself." "But it's much more fun this way," Jack replied. Part 7 by PEJA Gabe went eagerly into Judson's arms, his finger's tangling in the older man's short sandy hair as he fit his mouth to Judson's in a kiss that enflamed them both. Judson let his younger lover control the kiss, then with a cobra's speed flipped Gabe under him and leaned up on his elbows, grinning down into his lover's dark eyes. "I could get lost in those eyes of yours, my beauty." Gabe sent him a slumberous glance while his fingers traced the muscular body pressing him down. "I think I'd rather have you get lost in my body," Laughing sotly, Judson rolled off his companion and sat up, leaning into the cooler for a couple beers. He handed one to Gabe, saying, I think... later. Its always better in the anticipation." *** okay, guys, remember you don't have to be in rotation to add something. if the story moves ya, drop us a seg. for the folks on a dues list, writing a bit or two will count for dues, Oh and if you want to start a wren of your own, fly with it. Readers, a litte FB would not go amiss. If ya like this thing, tell us -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080917/6082358b/attachment.htm From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Wed Sep 17 16:28:02 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2008 18:28:02 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] Wren Fic: the Power Of Love (was untitled Monk tagfic) Leland/Monk R Message-ID: Fandom: Monk Pairing: Monk/Leland Rating: R Summary: Sherona is leaving, and Leland expects he's going to have to pick up the pieces...only thing is... The Power of Love by Various authors Part 1 by PEJA Adrian watched as Sherona loaded up the last of her bags into the back of the car, held back his tears as she kissed his cheek and climbed in taking the blanket of protection she represented for him away....away forever. (Its a play on her leaving this next season. I'm kinda curious as to how its gonna effect Adrian, and the show format in general) Part 2 by ms_wingstbaa He silently cured himself for the tears that coursed down his face after her car became smaller and smaller as Leland put a gentle hand on Adrian's shoulder. Part 3 by PEJA "She'll be back," Adrian said, his quivering smile telling a story of its own. part 4 by Tsuta Leland decided it was best to stay silent, for now. When Sharona had called him earlier, asking him to come, to be here for Adrian when she'd go, he didn't hesitate for a moment. He knew that, even though she had prepared Adrian as best as she could, he would still never understand why she had to leave him. (By Tsuta) (sorry, I hope it's not too long! ...when it's finished, could I beta it?) Part 5 by Olivia He could understand that Sharona's Mom was very sick and needed Sharona more than Adrian did, but this seemed to be sort of like the blocks he sometimes had about things he didn't want to accept, like when Dr. Kroger went on vacation. He couldn't accept that Sharona wasn't going to come back like she always had before, at least not for a long while, and this seriously concerned Leland. (I hope I didn't mess anything up, I just wanted to clean it up a bit, make it easier to read. and I hope it's not too long, too.) Part 6 by Tsuta "Monk... Adrian, do you need... is there anything I can do?" he blurted out, when the silence had become unbearable. Adrian was still staring at the empty street. "No, he replied, there's nothing you can do. You can go if you want." Without another word, he went inside and closed his door. Part 7 by Olivia Adrian's almost calm behavior seemed like a very bad sign to Leland. He would have to call Dr. Kroger or look it up to be sure, but Leland suspected that Adrian was having some form of disociative episode, which probably meant he should *not* be left alone. Part 8 by Tsuta He was in front of the door before realizing he'd moved. He felt nervous, suddenly. Leland had to admit, he just wasn't that great at comforting peoples. What in the world could he say to see a little less pain in broken man's eyes? He took a deep breath and turned the door's handle. Part 9 by Burtle112263 The second he entered the apartment, he felt the emptiness that Adrian probably felt everyday. Every places he looked reminded him of the enormous losses Adrian had repeatedly experienced in his life. Photos of Trudy, and the little things Sharona had left behind when she so abruptly left. It took a second to find Monk, who was sitting quietly on his couch. It reminded him of that day years ago when he had found him in exactly the same place after Trudy's funeral. That same look of loss and grief was evident on his face. He knew that Monk was withdrawing into himself. He wasnt about to let that happen again. With Trudy, he had allowed Adrian to slowly slip into such a deep grief that he almost lost him. Not this time. Part 10 by Olivia "Monk," Leland said, trying to get his attention. When there was no response from him, he tried again. "Adrian!" Leland's concern was now laced with a healthy dose of fear; Adrian seemed completely unaware of his presence. He instinctually reached out for his friend, gripping his hand and calling his name again. Adrian's body jerked as if a jolt of electricity has surged through him and his eyes dropped to Leland's hand wrapped around his where they rested on his leg. As his eye's rose from their hands to Leland's face, his hand flipped over quickly to wrap his fingers tightly in Leland's and hold on as if Leland were an anchor, the only thing keeping him from being swept away in a rising tide of grief, and anguish. Part 11 by PEJA Leland's gaze widened questioningly. Adrian had never, in all the years he had known him, ever taken a death-grip on another living being. Now it felt as if his fingers were locked around Leland's hand permanently. His lungs suddenly screaming for oxygen rammed home the fact that he'd been holding his breath for the next shoe to fall. And when it came, in the form of Adrian's other hand reaching out to trace his lower lip, it hit him like a bullet to the gut. "Monk..." he tried, his voice high and squeaking. "I know," Monk assured him, his tongue darting out to lave aridly dry lips. "I.." Leland was a deer caught in the headlights as Monk closed the distance between them as if in slow motion, his dark eyes wide and aware, burning with a need that Leland had never thought he'd ever see in that beautiful, haunted gaze. Leland couldn't have moved away if he had wanted to, and god knew he didn't want to. He'd dreamt of having Monk...Adrian in his arms like this for so long. Well, he'd dreamt it a little differently, as in he would be the one in charge, but to submit to this gentle angel of a man was so much better than he could have ever imagined. He moaned deeply as Adrian's lips brushed agaist his so quickly he mght have convinced himself it was just another dream, but than the lips were back, and teeth, nibbling at his lower lip. Leland went boneless in Adrian's arms Part 12 by PEJA "Monk," Leland murmured, his hands running over the sleeve of his jacket, up and down, up and down the strong arm wrapped around him. "Am I dreaming?" his voice went raspy with desire at just the thought of Adrian wanting him. "Oh, God if this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up. Just bury me in the dream and never let it end." Adrian smiled softly. "I'm real, Leland." His lips pressed warmly against Leland's neck,his tongue darting out to taste the other man. "Taste so good." Leland whimpered. It had to be a dream. Adrian would never.... Adrian's hand moved lower, cupping Leland through his suit pants. "You're pretty hard, there, Leland." he said with a soft smile in his voice. "got a confession you'd like to get off your chest?" Part 13 by Max It was difficult to speak when the hand of the man he'd wanted for so long, dreamed about for so long, was suddenly holding him so very intimately. Leland gulped nervously, sure that his heart was beating so hard that Adrian must hear it too. "I ...... Oh God, Monk. I never .... I never thought ......" He melted into the touch of the other man, as if waiting for instruction. He would do anything for him. Anything. end part 13 Part 14 by PEJA Monk's smile was sad, but so full of love that Leland felt the breath stop in his lungs. "I've finally figured something out, Le," Monk said softly. "I ...can stand everyone leaving. I can. Everyone but you." "I wouldn't leave..." "But you would you know. If I can't give you everything you need, you would have to in time." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss over Leland's neck. "Funny thing is, I can..with you..I can. No need for a boatload of wipes. You...I can touch you, taste you, and...it's nice." "Like Trudy?" Leland whispered. Monk nodded, smiling again. "Like Trudy." end part 14 remember guys, this is a tag fic. anyone wanna add the next little something? -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. 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(Man From Uncle) G for now Message-ID: Misplaced by round robin (I hope) authors Fandom: Man From UNCLE Pairing/Characters: Napoleon Solo (Robert Vaughn), Illya Kuryakin (David McCallum) and Alexander Waverly (Leo G. Carroll) Portrayed by: above Category: Wandering Wren. this is a story that anyone can add to at any tme. Please consider adding a part. Rating: up for grabs Status: wandering Spoilers: not as yet Series/Sequel: no Brief Summary: One of the agents is....misplaced Warnings: will be added as needed Notes/acknowledgments: written to bring attention to the new http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies list General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing. Disclaimers: MfU belongs to its creator. The story comes frm the minds and souls of the writers. Archive: on makebelieve. He was supposed to have reported in 24 hours before. No one had been really concerned at first. he was on vacation. Something he did only when he was to the point of burning out, so Waverly had made a tiny mental note of the irregularity and given it a pass. As the hours had passed and no contact had been forth-coming, though, Waverly's concerns grew, stoked by the knowledge of his agent. One hour, okay, two, well, maybe...but 24...Something was not right. Twenty-four hours...the stats said his chances were dwindling fast. If he was missing by person or persons unknown...Better if he had simply been ...Misplaced. Waverly prefered tothink he was misplaced. He also took the steps to bring up a full-scale search for his....misplaced agent. And the devil take him if he was simply to drunk or ....entertained...to check in. *** Okay MfU authors, or even those who just wannabe, how about adding a few lines. 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Rating: FRT13 Status: wandering Spoilers: not as yet Series/Sequel: no Brief Summary: One of the agents is....misplaced Warnings: abuse under the disguise of BDSM, torture, angst Notes/acknowledgments: written to bring attention to the new http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies list General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing. Disclaimers: MfU belongs to its creator. The story comes frm the minds and souls of the writers. Archive: on makebelieve Note: the name of this wren has been changed cuz it was brought to my attention that there is another MFU fic being written with a very similiar name so avoid confusion... the new name was suggested by Nei, who also gave a better direction for the wren Part 1 by PEJA He was supposed to have reported in 24 hours before. No one had been really concerned at first. he was on vacation. Something he did only when he was to the point of burning out, so Waverly had made a tiny mental note of the irregularity and given it a pass. As the hours had passed and no contact had been forth-coming, though, Waverly's concerns grew, stoked by the knowledge of his agent. One hour, okay, two, well, maybe...but 24...Something was not right. Twenty-four hours...the stats said his chances were dwindling fast. If he was missing by person or persons unknown...Better if he had simply been ...Misplaced. Waverly prefered tothink he was misplaced. He also took the steps to bring up a full-scale search for his....misplaced agent. And the devil take him if he was simply to drunk or ....entertained...to check in. Part 2 by neichan Ilya sat on the wall holding the sand back from the boardwalk. His hair was bleached golden in the sun, long and flyaway, whipping softly around his head. That was the image in Napoleon's mind when he woke. Ilya, his partner was gone. Waveryly had told him yesterday that his partner had missed a check in. A twenty hour search had yielded nothing, no clues. He had just vanished. Napoleon had never wanted a partner. He'd thought it would change his success to have to watch out for someone else. He'd thought it would slow him down. But Ilya Kuryakin had proved him wrong. Solo could admit it when he was wrong. He had a vast ego, to be sure, but he wasn't prone to deluding himself. With Ilya he was...more. Better. Not even learning that Kuryakin was homosexual had changed his mind. Solo wasn't often compelled to look at anyone who wasn't a female when he was looking for beauty. But he knew Ilya was beautiful. He wasn't blind. And gay or not, Ilya was his partner, had saved his skin on numerous occassions. So while he might have had trouble accepting any other man with such deviances, he accepted Ilya as just Ilya. His being gay didn't matter. Mr Waverly the head of NY UNCLE had been unequivocal in his instructions to his agents. They needed all kinds if UNCLE was to win the global war against THRUSH. That included homosexuals, Jews, Muslims, Lesbians, even an occasional anarchist. Anyone who didn't find themselves able to tolerate others with alternative views could ask for a transfer. He expected no waves, no complaints, just obediance. And he got it. So Ilya had been open about his preferences. He'd let Napoleon know the first day they'd been paired, and proceeded to carry the Affair and the shocked Napoleon with it, to a successful conclusion. Napoleon had quickly adapted when he heard nothing more about Ilya's chosen sexuality. It wasn't a topic of conversation. Ilya didn't shove it in his face, nor proposition him, nor flaunt it. Napoleon didn't know his lovers, or even if he had them. To be honest if trouble could be said to come from anywhere, it was from Napoleon's lovers. Brief though his romantic liaisons were, they always seemed to cause disruption. The women pursuing him even when he so gently tried to let them know the relationship was over. From his point of view. One of the women had accused him of being in love with his partner. Napoleon laughed. She was gone within a week, discharged quietly from UNCLE NY. Mr Waverly had ears everywhere, and he considered one warning on intolerance sufficient. Now Ilya had disappeared. Napoleon was worried. Had THRUSH taken him? If that were the case why had no leaks let them know? If it was because of personal problems, then Napoleon should know. The guilt overwhelmed him. He had avoided finding out about Ilya's romances. He hadn't wanted to know. So he couldn't swear that had nothing to do with the disappearance. He recalled the glimmer of disappointment in Mr Waverly's eyes when he revealed he didn't know any of Ilya's paramours, that he couldn't offer UNCLE a starting point to search for the missing agent. He got up out of bed. He felt rested, his body strong, in shape, ready for action. Recoverd from the pummeling it had endured in the last Affair only last week. Now the only task he had was to find Ilya and recover him. NO matter what it took. Ilya was his partner. Aside from Mr Waverly, no one was more important. And that said it all. Part 3 by PEJA Illya Kuryakin dragged his sluggish body to waking, but the effort left him drained. to tired to do anything else, he sprawled on the bed, panting and trying to slow his breathing. To regain a small measure of strength When he could finally draw a normal breath he slitted his eyes open, checking his surroundings as discreetly as he could. If was not enough. "Finally awake, Pet?" The voice was familiar. Frighteningly familiar. And set his skin to crawling. His arms numb and uncoordinated, he struggled to turn himself onto his back. His captor took pity on him and rolled him over. "Miss me, lover?" He asked, stroking Illya's cheek with the back of his hand. Illya flinched away from the caress. "Ah, yes, you do remember me, Pet." the beautiful dark haired man said softly. "Its been too long since I last flayed your lovely skin with the lash. do you anticipate it as much as I do? Are you eager to have me discipline you for running away? To have me sink my throbbing cock into your pain heated ass?" he chuckled, leaning over to press an undesired kiss on Illya's pale lips. "I've missed you so very much, my precious love." he sighed against Illya's cheek. "So very much." *** part 4 by nei Illya felt his skin crawl. It took him less time to recognize the woman than it had the man. She was...or rather had been his partner's most recent lover. She had lasted a fraction longer than most, perhaps two months. then she was gone from Solo's everyday life, just like all the others. Illya hadn't given her another thought. But now it was sadly apparent he should have. She bent down, her beautiful blue eyes filled with spite and hatred. Her voice purred out over him. He fought not to react. "Imagine my surprise when I met someone else who shared my conviction that you have been taking up far too much of Agent Solo's time and energy." She started, her teeth bared at him in what he thought was meant to be a smile. She looked like a badger ready to strike. "Napoleon is not a man for men like you. So, Paul and I, "she glanced in the direction of the man Illya had hoped never to see again outside of a jail with bars between them. "...knew it was best if we took control of the situation. This way we both get what we want. He gets you...and I..." She preened. "I get Napoleon." Illya knew Napoleon would not be interested in the woman. His partner wooed, seduced and bedded his ladies, then discarded them. Like clockwork. It was a regular problem. Being partnered with Napoleon for less than one year he could count no less than a dozen women who had caused minor problems for UNCLE. Some had been more than minor of course, and at least two had resulted in Mr Waverley's intervention. The leader of UNCLE NY had not been well pleased at the need. He'd had harsh words with his senior field agent. Mr Waverley was not going to be happy with this event either. Once or if it was discovered how it came about. Paul Fontaine was not an Agent of THRUSH, nor a former lover of Illya. He was a man Illya had picked up in the course of an Affair, on orders. A honey trap. A man, who once the Affair had concluded, did not want to be cast aside. But, as Illya had slept with the man, he was afraid that in Mr Waverley's book, he would be classified as a lover when it came to the controller handing down blame. Illya did not look forward to having that conversation. But first things first. He had to get out of this situation before he could endure the dressing down that was waiting for him. end of part four. *** Okay MfU authors, or even those who just wannabe, how about adding a few lines. oh and remember to come play on http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies would love to see some stories to christen the list from you all as well. Feedback would be nice, guys...let us know what you think -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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As such, I will be setting chez-vrolet.net to halt itself at 13:00 PDT on that date so that we can move the machine. Because the backup MX is in the same rack, mail will simply be waiting to be dispatched from your respective SMTP servers. If they are configured correctly, they will keep retrying for 3-5 days (and the machine should be back online within 24 hours anyway); if not, then you'll get a bounce - try again the next day, or when you see the "We're Back" message. Remember, we'll all be here on the other side, and the world (or list) will not end if you don't post your fic. =^_^= A reminder message will go out in one week, on the 29th, and on the 30th at 08:45 PDT. I'll have more information later on, such as how long the machine will be down. From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Thu Sep 25 09:54:37 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2008 11:54:37 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] wren fic: Beach Adventure 8 (Adventure Inc, Torchwood, Stargate - Judson/Gabe, Jack/Ianto, Jack/Daniel) FRM Message-ID: This story is being written as a wandering wren and possibly a fic tree. These are similiar to round robins, but instead of having a rotation structure, these writing devices are more or less, jump when you please. In other words, if a segment post inspires you to write, you write, and if two folks write the same part, a second story develops from the branch. I've got one going for Monk, now I thought I'd add Adventure Inc. and there will be more, the quiet fandoms, probably first, but as things get rolling, who knows. Anyone who wants to start a wren of their own, roll it on out, themore the merrier...and what better way to shake a list out of its stupor than to have stories pouring in, hey? that said, I'm posting the wrens I come up with to fandom interested lists first, then to my multiple fandom lists so I can get a wider range of authors. I will disperse the parts throughout the lists as they come in, but that sometimes takes time, so the wrens are being posted to the archive (URL in sig) as parts come in so you can check there for updates if you would like at any time. Oh, and finally. You don't have to wait for someone to post before you send a second post. If a second bit hits you after you have posted, feel free to add your additional part. For those of you who want to try your hand at writing but have never felt comfortable in turning out a fullout story, this would be the perfect oppportunity for you to dip your toe. we're just having fun. Remember, no rules or structure. If you want to do a single person response (RPG) bit, its all good. the idea is to make a story. little bits or large scenes, its all good The Beach Adventure by round robin writers started by PEJA Fandom: Adventure Inc, Torchwood, Stargate Characters: [Adventure Inc] Judson Cross (Michael Biehn), Mackenzie Previn (Karen Cliche) and Gabriel Patterson (Jesse Nilsson) [Torchwood] Jack Harness (John Barrowman) and Ianto Jones (Gareth David-Lloyd). [Stargate] Jack O'Neill (Richard Dean Anderson) and Daniel Jackson (Michael Shanks) Pairings: Judson/Gabe, Jack/Ianto, Jack/Daniel Genre: slash Rating: FRM to start summary: Judson spends a lazy day on a remote beach with his young lover. Strangers arrive and fun times Warning: public nudity, Additional warnings will be added if needed. Authors Note: This is another wandering wren, which means if you want to add to the end of the story, just send your addition (include part number and the name of the wren) to the list, or privately to makebelievearchive at gmail.com and I will send the entry to the interested lists and archive Previous chapters http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=39906&warning=FRM Part 8 by Teddy. Ianto stood still letting Jack do as he pleased. It was no use trying to stop him. Jack would get offended if he thought he had displeased Ianto, and really, Ianto's only objection was that there were other people on the beach. He did not want his honeymoon to end up in a police cell. Jack spread sunscreen down the front of Ianto's body, removing his shorts as he came to them. Ianto conveniently lifted each foot for Jack so that the shorts were discarded. Ianto stared down the beach. They were not the only ones caressing. Though they had an excuse if anyone protested. Ianto watched as Daniel moved closer to lick his Jack slowly up his thigh getting nearer to his objective by the second. "Oh..." Ianto muttered breathlessly. The view and Jack's caresses were definitely getting to him. Jack was now kneeling in front of him tending to Ianto's growing need. Hands gripped his shoulders and fingers dug in. Something that Jack couldn't see was helping him along. But Jack needed no more than the view he had. -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Anyone who wants to start a wren of their own, roll it on out, themore the merrier...and what better way to shake a list out of its stupor than to have stories pouring in, hey? that said, I'm posting the wrens I come up with to fandom interested lists first, then to my multiple fandom lists so I can get a wider range of authors. I will disperse the parts throughout the lists as they come in, but that sometimes takes time, so the wrens are being posted to the archive (URL in sig) as parts come in so you can check there for updates if you would like at any time. Oh, and finally. You don't have to wait for someone to post before you send a second post. If a second bit hits you after you have posted, feel free to add your additional part. For those of you who want to try your hand at writing but have never felt comfortable in turning out a fullout story, this would be the perfect oppportunity for you to dip your toe. we're just having fun. Remember, no rules or structure. If you want to do a single person response (RPG) bit, its all good. the idea is to make a story. little bits or large scenes, its all good The Rejected Lover Affair (was Misplaced) by round robin authors Fandom: Man From UNCLE Pairing/Characters: Napoleon Solo (Robert Vaughn), Illya Kuryakin (David McCallum) and Alexander Waverly (Leo G. Carroll) Portrayed by: above Category: Hetero, slash A Wandering Wren. this is a story that anyone can add to at any tme. Please consider adding a part. Rating: FRT13 Status: wandering Spoilers: not as yet Series/Sequel: no Brief Summary: One of the agents is....misplaced Warnings: abuse under the disguise of BDSM, torture, angst Notes/acknowledgments: written to bring attention to the new http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies list General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing. Disclaimers: MfU belongs to its creator. The story comes frm the minds and souls of the writers. Archive: on makebelieve Note: the name of this wren has been changed cuz it was brought to my attention that there is aother MU fic being written with a very similiar name so avoid confusion... the new name was suggested by Nei, who also gave a better direction for the wren Part 5 by PEJA The package arrived as those things do, in the middle of the night, heralded by an ominous knock on Napoleon's door. Napoleon scrambled to answer that knock, only to find the manila envelope propped against the door. Instinct demended that he rip it open, but the agent in him clamped a vise strong control on that impulse. He gingerly picked up the envelope, jeering at the caution when it occured to him that if the package were a delicately balanced bomb, it would have gone off when it had dropped on his toes. In any event, he was still careful when he slipped a sharp blade under the flap and sliced the stiff papper open ever so slowly. With equal are, he slipped a finger inside and peered in through that tiny slit. At last satisfied that the contents weren't going to go off, he tipped the envelope over a counter, watching as several pictures and a DVD spilled out. Another glance inside and he coaxed out the folded note that had resisted the tumble out. **** Illya's back throbbed, even through the drug-induced haze that never seemed to ease. Well, no surprise in that. Beinga doctor, Paul had the contacts to get whatever drugs he might want and the knowledge he needed to subdue his captive without bringing him harm. Being a sadist at heart, though, Paul knew exactly how to bring Illya to a crippling, mind-numbing edge of agony without leaving a mark. The agent had faced death without flinching. But here. Now. Knowing Paul had no intention of letting death take him. Knowing Paul wold spend a lifetime punshing him for what he considered an insult to his soul.....Illya felt fear now. end part 5 *** Okay MfU authors, or even those who just wannabe, how about adding a few lines. oh and remember to come play on http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies would love to see some stories to christen the list from you all as well. Feedback would be nice, guys...let us know what you think -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080925/c93fb2af/attachment.htm From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Fri Sep 26 16:58:04 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2008 18:58:04 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] Tree Fic: The Rejected Lover Affair 6-8 (Branch 1) man From Uncle, Professionals - NC17 Message-ID: This is now a Tree Fic.. If a segment post inspires you to write, please do you writeus a chapter. Don't worry about if two folks write the same part, that only gives us an additional story from the branch. Anyone who wants to start a wren of their own, roll it on out, the more the merrier...and what better way to shake a list out of its stupor than to have stories pouring in, hey? Oh, and finally, for those of you who want to try your hand at writing but have never felt comfortable in turning out a full-out story, this would be the perfect oppportunity for you to dip your toe. we're just having fun. Remember, no rules or structure. If you want to do a single person response (RPG) bit, its all good. the idea is to make a story. little bits or large scenes, its all good NOTE: With a double post for Chapter 6, this story has branched in two directions. the primary (Branch 1) is archived here http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=39995 the second branch http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=40060 You will find all versions http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/series.php?seriesid=456 The Rejected Lover Affair by round robin authors Fandom: Man From UNCLE, the Professionals Pairing/Characters: [Man From Uncle] Napoleon Solo (Robert Vaughn), Illya Kuryakin (David McCallum) and Alexander Waverly (Leo G. Carroll) [The Professionals] George Cowley (Gordon Jackson), Ray Doyle (Martin Shaw) and William Bodie (Lewis Collins) Portrayed by: above Category: Hetero, slash A Wandering Wren. this is a story that anyone can add to at any tme. Please consider adding a part. Rating: FRT13 Status: wandering Spoilers: not as yet Series/Sequel: no Brief Summary: One of the agents is....misplaced Warnings: abuse under the disguise of BDSM, torture, angst, abduction Notes/acknowledgments: written to bring attention to the new http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies list General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing. Disclaimers: MfU belongs to its creator. The story comes frm the minds and souls of the writers. Archive: on makebelieve For those of you just joining us, previous chapters are http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=39995&warning=FRAO Part 6 by nei [Warning: religious musings.] Napoleon did a thing he had long ago sworn he never would. He bargained with God. If Illya could be returned to him, healthy...hell, relatively healthy, or in a state that at least permitted his recovery and healing, Napoleon would...he thought about it. Were there any limits to what Illya meant to him whole and able to complain, pick at, nag and harass Napoleon? He could think of nothing he wanted more than to see Illya, exasperated, impatient, frighteningly competent, at his side. Solo had had a rather kind but definitely religious upbringing. He did think some of the thou shalt nots a bit much. But, here in the desperation of the moment, a moment that stretched longer and longer, as he watched the scenes play out on the screen in front of him, the fear was eating away at his resolve. He believed in a higher power. He believed in God. He believed, with good reason, in good and evil. One perfect example was right in front of him, carving into his heart through his ears with every muffled whimper, every flinch and cry that Illya couldn't hold back. What would Solo give up to have his partner back with God's blessing or intervention or whatever it would take? He would give up a lot, not everything, but a lot. Would he die for Illya? Yes. He would, he had no hesitation nor doubt. He would die so Illya lived, But that wasn't the case here, not yet. The man who had Illya hadn't asked for anything. Nothing at all. He just...shared...what he was doing to the blond Russian. In horrifying, well focused detail. Napoleon thought it wasn't possible things might get worse. Illya's face was turned away from the lens. Solo needed to see his eyes. The look in them. He needed to have the communication they had always shared from the very first, communication that needed no words. But then Illya's head turned, his hair stuck with sweat to his forehead, his face contracted in a rictus of pain, and he opened his eyes. For the briefest of instants. And Napoleon knew it was worse. It was deadly. Illya...had accepted his own fate, his death or...what?... as inevitable, he ~knew~ he was not going to get free. True fear was not a thing Napoleon spent much time considering. He was not a philosophical man when it came to life or to religion. He was a man of action. He tried not to look too closely at the things he had done in the name of justice and saving the world from THRUSH in particular. How many deaths, how much blood was on his hands? He clenched his fists, refusing to look down, refusing to take the excuse to look away from Illya's ordeal. The man's hand was oddly caressing. It ~loved~ Illya's skin, his body. It nauseated the man watching. Would it be the last touch that Illya knew? Not Napoleon's affectionate squeeze of his shoulder, the touch that Illya pretended not to like, frowning in case anyone should look and see how much it meant to him? Oh, God. Illya. Was he going to die? Napoleon closed his eyes. And bargained with God. Dear God...please....please....please..... Was love a sin? Did God disapprove of Solo's active love life? Yet...it wasn't the real question was it? Was what he did, taking woman after woman to be and ~loving~ them, stroking them, giving them pleasure...was that love/ What was sex? Was sex sin? Or was it a gift. From God. To those who really loved. Who looked for a way to give that love to another? Napoleon felt his eyes sting. What would he give up to get Illya back? Would he give up UNCLE? Betray Waverly and the mission that was given to UNCLE? No. He would not. As ridiculous as it was, watching the tape that showed Illya's suffering, Napoleon reviewed his guilty sins. He toyed with the idea that he was to blame. That Illya was paying for his sins. He never called them that. He never let himself think of them as anything but normal fun between willing adults. But, deep in his heart he wondered, was God angry with him? Would God reward him if he wasn't such a sinner? If Napoleon wasn't...Napoleon Solo, would God be pleased? He sighed, shaking his head. He ached to have Illya back. By any means necessary. He promised God he would be a better person. An embarrassed promise that he was almost afraid to admit to himself and would never let any other person hear him promise it out loud. But if it made a difference.... He grabbed the envelope, his keys, his jacket and headed out the door. God watched, He listened, He helped those who helped themselves. Feeling far more decisive Napoleon thundered down the stairs. "Open Channel D." He said, and he was on his way. Part 7 by TexasAries [Introduces "The Professionals" Fandom. Sidenote: If you run into an unfamiliar fandom, write the fandom you know, someone else can always fill in the blanks.] CI5 surrounded the small isolated cottage in the Midsomer district having tracked Paul Fortaine. Fortaine was wanted for his involvement of manufacturing designer narcotics that have polluted the streets of London leaving about a dozen dead and about five others in coma with little chance of waking. That's not counting the number of people killed through turf wars. CI5 Agents code name 4.5 and 3.7 were hiding in the under bush not far from the cottage as they watch the rest of the squad arrived as spread out. Both men's jaw tightened even more as a pain filled scream came once again from the cottage. Both Agent arrived in the early morning having found Fortaine but were ordered by Cowley to remain were they were until everything was in place. It was about an hour ago that the screams started and there was nothing they could do until the team arrived. Now with the signal they can make Fortaine pay and help his victim. With cold dead eyes Bodie went first running low across the law to flatten against the wall. He felt the heat of his partner against his back, turning he made eye contact with Ray. Ray was to get to the victim first while he took out Fortaine. Sliding up to the door, Bodie reached out and test the door lock only to find it turn easily in his hand. A cold hard smile briefly appeared on Bodie's face, before he signaled Ray to go around him to the other side of the door. Once Ray was in place he slowly open the door and gently pushed it open. Keeping low Ray entered the cottage sweeping the small living rooming with his gun. Getting the all kill, Bodie made his way towards the stairs just as another scream of pain swept over them making them tighten their grips. Carefully and quietly, both Agents made their way up the stairs till they were at eye level with the second floor allowing them to look under the bottom rail scanning the floor for danger. At the head of the stairs was the open bathroom door, two bedrooms on either side of the stairwell. To the right was a plain small bedroom with a single bed which they could easily determine was empty, not so with the left bedroom. They could see two men, both naked; one was blonde and tied face down while another man was standing beside the bed trailing his fingers through the blood of the blonde man's savaged back before sucking the bright red liquid from them. The blonde's head turned and Bodie heard his partner's small gasp but his eyes remained locked with blue eyes of the victim. He had seen the look in many men's face during his years as a Mercenary and SAS. The look that told Bode that the man had acceptance of his death. He doubted that the blonde man even consciously saw him, which made him all the more determine to take Fontaine down and down as hard as he can. Quickly he and Ray made their way to the bedroom doorway and peaked in. Fortaine was muttering something as he caressed the ravage back. Bodie almost floated across the wooden floor to stand right behind bastard and with cold dark eyes and a deadly smirk he placed the barrow of his gun right behind Fortaine's ear. Part 8 by PEJA "Bang. Bang, you're dead." Bodie murmured softly. Fontaine didn't even flinch. He did however offer a darkly confident chuckle as he turned to face the British agent. "Only if you don't give a damn about your partner's life, friend." Bodie didn't even have time to wonder what that cryptic statment might mean. the answer slapped him in the face as Doyle was shoved not so very gently into the room by an amazonic beauty of a woman. the gun to his head told its own story. "She looked like another prisioner, Bo. I thought..." Bodie silenced him with a look. Fontaine chcuckled again as he took the gun from Bodie. "Do you really think I wouldn't have anticipated your coming, and planned for it?" He motioned for Bodie to move backward, advancing one step for each Bodie took until he had him backed to the wall. "Chain yourself to to the wall. Feet first." Bodie hesitated for only a second before obeying. "Now you," Fontaine ordered Doyle. "Over here." He pointed to a section of the wall several feet down. Doyle did as he was told, dragging his feet until the woman gave him a rough shove. Once the men were shackled and secured, Fontaine selected a knife and cut off their clothes. "Dispose of these." he said softly tossing the woman the scraps of cloth. Next the selected a filled syringe and approached Bodie. "My pet would be more than willing to tell you that this.." he held the syringe before maddened-glazed eyes, "will bring you to obedience." he smirked as the needle prieced Bodies flesh. "If I were to allow him speech." Bodie's last sight before darkness befell him, was the blonde's soulful despair shining from dull blue eyes end part 8 *** Okay MfU authors, or even those who just wannabe, how about adding a few lines. oh and remember to come play on http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies would love to see some stories to christen the list from you all as well. Feedback would be nice, guys...let us know what you think NOTE: a second branch has been added to this story. I'll send that version of chapter 6 though in awhile -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Remember, no rules or structure. If you want to do a single person response (RPG) bit, its all good. the idea is to make a story. little bits or large scenes, its all good NOTE: With a double post for Chapter 6, this story has branched in two directions. the primary (Branch 1) is archived here http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=39995 the second branch http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=40060 You will find all versions http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/series.php?seriesid=456 The Rejected Lover Affair (Branch 2) by round robin authors Fandom: Man From UNCLE Pairing/Characters: [Man From Uncle] Napoleon Solo (Robert Vaughn), Illya Kuryakin (David McCallum) and Alexander Waverly (Leo G. Carroll) Portrayed by: above Category: Hetero, slash A Wandering Wren. this is a story that anyone can add to at any tme. Please consider adding a part. Rating: FRAO Status: wandering Spoilers: not as yet Series/Sequel: no Brief Summary: One of the agents is....misplaced Warnings: abuse under the disguise of BDSM, torture, angst, abduction Notes/acknowledgments: written to bring attention to the new http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies list General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing. Disclaimers: MfU belongs to its creator. The story comes frm the minds and souls of the writers. Archive: on makebelieve Part 6 by ragnarok1954 Napoleon sat heavily into the nearest chair, flipping the folded paper open and reading over the contents. It was a crudely drawn map and a set of directions in a handwriting that was vaguely familiar. He set it and the DVD to one side and spread the photos out on the coffee table. The top photo was the most innocuous. Taken from the waist up, the picture showed Illya glaring frostily at the camera, his shirt open and tie askew. In the next one, Illya's shirt had been removed and his face was averted. Napoleon turned the next one over, like playing a game of Solitaire, and one at a time, laid each picture down, carefully studying them in turn. He swalled bile, fighting down the nausea as each one became progressively more disturbing. The last few were the worst, showing his partner full length, naked and hanging, his face contorted in pain. Napoleon gathered the photos into a pile, placing them face down on the table. He reached for the DVD and switched on the TV set. He didn't know what he'd expected, but it hadn't been this; the face of one of his former lovers filled the screen, her happy smile shocking under the circumstances. Ivy Randall ? Poison Ivy, Illya had named her, having been on the receiving end of her spiteful and jealous remarks. As he watched, she sat forward, almost as if she could actually see him, and in response he leaned back. "Hello, darling. Surprised?" "You could say that," Napoleon murmured to himself. On the screen, she sat back, resting her hands on the table in front of her. "Well, by now I'm sure you've had time to study our little snaps. Interesting, no? In case you're wondering, he's still alive, if a little worse for wear. So, if you want to see your little fuck- buddy before Paul gets too busy with him, you'd better get your ass over here. As you may have noticed, we left a set of instructions for you. Follow them carefully and you and blondie will be reunited." She leaned forward again, and the smile disappeared from her face. "But try to double cross me, Napoleon, and you? or should I say, he? will be very, very sorry." The smile reappeared. "So, ciao, baby. Be seeing you soon." She blew a kiss and a moment later he was looking at a blank screen. Part 7 by peja Napoleon's first instinct was to dash off. Get to Illya's side without a second wasted. But he was a trained agent. He didn't act on base animal instinct. He acted on a careful plot of give and take, but always with an eye to keeping the odds in favor of the house. Running headlong into this was not going to come out clean. Oh no, he knew the chances of getting both Illya and himself out of this oh so very obvious trap if he were to jump in without backup were definately not in their favor.. He also had no doubt that Ivy would carry out her threats against Illya if he didn't do exactly as she had commanded. Illya's life was riding on a lazer sharp razor. Taking a deep breath he opened a channel to UNCLE, asking in quick short sentences for a package pickup. He gathered up the contents of the envelope, including the meet instructions and dropped the package in the prearranged pick up station on his bookshelf. 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URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080926/71a4a500/attachment.htm From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Fri Sep 26 21:07:34 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2008 23:07:34 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] wren fic: Kidnapped 1-7 (Lancer) Johnny, Scott, Murdoch R for violence Message-ID: Kidnapped by Round Robin authors Fandom: Lancer Cast: Murdoch Lancer (Andrew Duggan), Johnny Madrid Lancer (James Stacy), Scott Lancer (Wayne Maunder) Jelly Hoskins (Paul Brinegar), Teresa O'Brien (Elizabeth Baur) Pairing: none, at this time Category: Wandering wren Rating: FRM for violence Status: on-going Spoilers: none Series/Sequel: nope Brief Summary: Johnny is kidnnapped by bank robbers from his past Warnings:violence, abduction Notes/acknowledgments: thanks to all the authros who work to bring this off. General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing. Disclaimers: Lancer belongs to the creatore, the story belongs to the authors and is a gift they give the readers Archive: Yes, http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=39479 Part One by Janet Bell jrb43943 at yahoo.com You could see the dark haired man sitting on his palamino horse on the hillside. Glazing contently at the view. A year ago today he had arrived here A year since he had found his father. Or more his father had found him. From bogus@does.not.exist.com Wed Sep 24 18:50:42 2008 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2008 01:50:42 -0000 Subject: No subject Message-ID: Johnny turned as he heard the two riders coming up to him. Murdoch and Scot= t took a minute to look at the view Johnny was enjoying. "Murdoch, Every time I come up here I have to look at the beauty of this spot. I could sit here all day" "I agree but the ranch wouldn't look so good if we sat up here all day" Murdoch smiled at his youngest son. "How were the cattle up on the north range? Did we lose many?" "I don't think so. I didn't really get a good head count without rounding them all up together but I only found three dead ones. I figure I will take a crew up there tomorrow and start rounded them up and start the branding. The pen is in pretty good shape. Should't take more than three- four days t= o round them all up and get the branding done. The line shack needs restocked= . I'll need to run into town this afternoon yet and get the supplies. Either of you want to come along?" Johnny finished with a grin on his face. "YOu know going into town don't sound like a bad idea. What do you say Murdoch want to go into town and see if the Lancer men can sit it on its ears? " Scott teasingly asked his father. "You two haven't seen a town sit up on its ears . Why, I could tell you stories even you couldn't top, Johnny. But you know, I do need to go to tow= n anyhow. I need to see Greg Dutton about that contact for the lumber I sold to Williamson Lumber over in Frisco. So I guess I will ride in with you two= . Keep you out of trouble. Johnny, go to the bank and take a couple hundred out. Pay up our bill at the store and get what you need. Should be some lef= t over to liven the town up a little." #### In town the hustle of the people going about their business was increasing. There were people from all over coming in. The silver mine was paying at three and everyone was anxiously awaiting the payment coming in by wagon to the bank. The Lancer buckboard made it's way through the crowded street. More than th= e average amount was in town today. As all three walked into the merchantile store, Johnny caught a glimpse out of his eye. He turned to look as 4 men rode into town. Right away Johnny noticed Craddock. "Wonder what he is doin= g in these parts?" He asked to no one in particular. "Who, Johnny?" asked Scott, looking toward where Johnny was staring. "You know that man?" "Yeah, We were in a few range wars together. Heard he has been going a little over that fine line that is drawn." Johnny stared at the man. Scott did not like the look in his brother's eyes. He knew there was more to the story than what Johnny had said. Mr. Miller finished with his customer and looked at the Lancer men. "Good day, boys. How are you Mr. Lancer?" "Just fine, Mr. Miller," Murdoch responded as he handed him the list he had made out. "Here is my list and Johnny will be back in a few minutes to pay up the bill. Say half hour.? " "Sure, Johnny I can have this ready then." Mr. Miller glanced down the list= . You boys going to be spending some time in town tonight?" "No, sir. Just long enough to grab a couple of beers. The ranch is keeping us pretty busy right now. Scott, I will met you in saloon in fifteen minute= s okay? Murdoch, we will be waiting for you there okay? "Sounds good to me," Murdoch said as he headed to the lawyer's office. "Sure, Johnny. Might take me a little longer but I will met you there as soon as I can," Scott spoked as he walked out the door. Johnny followed him and started to the bank. He wondered where Craddock had gotten too. As he opened the door to the bank. His wondering stopped. As he entered he heard the click of a gun to his head. "Don't make a sound and keep walking right on in, Mister" the man known as Jake said. Johnny did as he was told. Looking around, he noticed the bank manager was unlocking the safe. Two men were taking the money out of the drawers. There were three other customers. He had to do something but he had to make sure the other customers safe too. Suddenly Craddock turned and looked and recognized Johnny. "MADRID! What ar= e you doing here? Boy, This is my lucky day." Craddock face showed the hatred for the man who had just be given to him on a silver platter. "It isn't Madrid anymore, Craddock. I am through with that life. I took my father's name now. Lancer. It is Lancer now. You don't want to do this. you will Get caught sure as anything....... Craddock walked over to Johnny and put his gun to Johnny's stomach. "Lancer= , now is it. Well that might just be a help to us. Boys put these people in the safe. Johnny and I have some old times to catch up on don't we Johnny?" The outlaws put the bank manager, clerks and the three other customers in the safe and shut the door. They motioned to Johnny to turn around out the front door. Now, Mr. Lancer we are going to walk out this door. We need to borrow a horse. You didn't happen to be nice and have your horse hitched to the post do you?" Craddock asked. "Sorry, I brought the buckboard in for supplies. It is over in front of the merchantile." Johnny grinned. At least he was going to make it hard for them. He hoped. Luck was not on Johnny's side this time as there was a horse tied up to the post outside of the bank. They all got on a horse and started out of town. Scott noticed Johnny on the horse and also noticed the man they had seen earlier. Why was his brother going out with them without telling him ? Well= , Maybe Murdoch knew what was going on. Part Two by Starbuck nz starbuck_nz at hotmail.com "Where'd Johnny take off to?" Murdock asked as he approached his son. "Did he catch up with old friends of his?" The older gentleman continued. Scott shook his head, as his hands rested on the hitching post outside the lawyers office. "I'm not really to sure. I don't know who they were but one of them had a gun trained.." Before Scott could finish screams were heard emanating from the bank. "SHERIFF! Someone get the Sheriff, the banks' just been robbed." yelled a young lady, distressed at having been involved with the whole episode. Murdock and Scott made their way to the frantic woman. Scott wrapped his ar= m around her, in an effort to calm her. "Oh, Mr Lancer, the man who robbed the bank took Johnny with him." She sobbed and wept erratically as she buried her head into Scott's chest. "Ah, Miss?" Murdock questioned, while he searched the street for any sign o= f the Sheriff. "Anderson, Maria Anderson." Came a reply as Maria lifted her head from Scott's sodden chest. "I'm a friend of Johnny's, Mr Lancer and I'm scared for him." "Can you tell me why? Has it got something to do with the men that just rod= e out of here?" enquired Murdock, a sudden bout of nausea threatening to take over. Scott looked at his father and saw the beads of perspiration forming on his brow. "Dad, let me .I'll sort it out. Why don t you go on over and see wher= e Hank is." Murdock nodded and took a handkerchief from his breast pocket and mopped hi= s forehead. He turned towards the livery, after being directed their buy one of the townsfolk. "Dad's not to well, still getting over a bout of the flu," Scott offered, apologizing for his father's absence. "Maria, can you tell me what happened= . Do you recall how it started." Maria nodded her head and pointed tot eh seat just outside the bank. Scott took Maria by the arm as her escorted her to the seat. "I was in the bank waiting to cash the payroll cheque when I saw Johnny enter, we've been friends for quite some time now. He helped me get my bugg= y out of the ditch one afternoon and I invited him to share lunch with me," Maria spoke, informing Scott of how she and Johnny had become acquaintances= . He nodded his understanding and pressed her to carry on. "Johnny was making a withdrawal when the men burst into the bank and robbed it. Johnny tried to stop them, but they hit with a gun. When he fell the ma= n in charge kicked him and told him to get up." Concluded Maria before she broke down in tears. "I'm sorry I'm not of much help." "Maria, you were very helpful, at least I know that Johnny did his best to deter the thieves. With your information and what I saw when Johnny and I rode into town, it should be able to help the Sheriff," acknowledged Scott, leaving Maria in the hands of one of the women who had offered to comfort her. When Scott approached his father the Sheriff was already getting the bank clerk to recount what had happened. He patiently listened and then added what he had been told by Miss Anderson. "He wasn't hurt bad enough that he couldn't rid, but Dad his ribs have only had a few weeks to heal and depending on how hard he was kicked." Scott uttered, while Murdock nodded his head in agreement. "Howdy Scott, I'm just getting a posse together ., can I count on you for your assistance?" The Sheriff asked, seeking visual approval from Murdock. "Go Scott, go and find your brother , don t you go worrying about your old man now. Just bring Johnny home safely." Spoke Murdock, as he permitted his son to join the posse. Part Three By PEJA daltonavon at yahoo.com Through narrowed eyes, Johnny watched Craddock watching him and felt his skin began a slow creeping. There was something about the man that had always reminded Johnny of a startled rattler. And coming from a man as dangerous as he knew himself to be, that was enoug= h to set his teeth on edge. "So, Johnny..." Craddock said, breaking the silence. "How have ya been?" Slumping down against the log in pretended relaxation, Johnny tipped his ha= t down over his eyes. "Can't complain." Craddock nodded chuckling. "Guess not. Fell smack dab in it, didn't ya? Not like the rest of us scrambling rough and readies." He leaned forward, narrowing the distance between them. "So, how'd ya do it? Land yourself in the Lancer family, that is?" Johnny shrugged. "Identity confusion." "Old man Lancer thinks a lot of ya, does he?" Careful, Johnny boy. There be trouble here. "Nah, I'm his worst nightmare come to life." "Do tell." Johnny's dark laugh sounded low and dangerous. "Imagine his surprise when a long forgotten bastard son shows up at his door. A son who makes his living with a gun. Fine up-standing man of the land that he is. Damn near died right there on the spot. Been trying to dispose of his embarressment ever since." Craddock frowned, pushing to his feet. "That is too bad. Makes you a rather worthless commodity, doesn't it?" Johnny's hand crept back for his gun, and came up empty. Craddock had the damn thing. And was actually caressing the damn thing. "I guess," Craddock said softly, his hand stroking up and down the gun barrel. "That makes you a liability." Part 4 by Jan Scott was glad Johnny had taught him how to track and also the tricks he ha= d showed him in case something happened to either of them. Johnny had left a good trail. He only hoped they could catch up to him before he was hurt anymore. The sheriff rode up next to Scott. " You sure you are following your brothe= r right Scott, DOn't know why those men would be heading this way. There isn'= t anything up here but the wilderness. Almost on Lancer land , Do you know of anyplace they could hold up ? " Scott kept his head down looking for signs. " We have a line shack up here. About 15 miles due north of here. Unless they found it , I don't think Johnny would be leading them there. I don't think they know where they are going . Just thinking they could hide out in these woods and get lost." Well , beats me how you are seeing anything . I don't see no tracks here now." " I am not looking at tracks Sheriff. Johnny showed me how if one of us wer= e in trouble to make a trail no one else would know it but we would. He did i= t more for me than him. But he is doing it know. One thing the horse he is riding has a loose shoe and he is riding him off the trail every 100 yds or so right here see? Another think he is doing is when he does that he is breaking a twig off. See? I don't know where they are going but at least I know Johnny is alright so far." Scott spoke. Meanwhile, Craddock was thinking of what just to do with his lost "friend" that happened to fall into his lap. He rubbed his shoulder as he thought of the months it took him to heal and the time he had spent in that prison because of the man in front of him. Revenge would be sweet that was for sure. But he wanted it slow and he wanted Johnny to know what it was like t= o hurt and be held in a room that was no more than a box. One of the men came up to him. "Hey Craddock, there is a cave up there about a mile. What you say we hold up there for a while. We can scout around and see what our options are from there. " Mitch said with the hope of getting out of the elements at least that much. Craddock looked at him. " A cave uh? What is it like? Deep? any holes in it= ? " Well, I didn't go to far in but I didn't see where it ended .and yeah has a deep hole in there about 30 feet in I would guess. Why you ask that?" Cradock smiled as he looked at his prisoner. " Well I need a nice safe plac= e to put our prisoner you know. A nice deep hole in a dark cave would do well wouldn't it? What do you think Johnny boy. Want to spend the rest of your life in a hole? Let's see how you feel about living in a small space for a while. Come on boys let's go to the cave." Johnny was not liking this too much. He liked being in control of his life. As they put him up on the horse , Craddock grabbed the reins so now he lead the horse. Johnny could not pull the horse off to the side. He could now only hope that Scott could still follow the trail now. The trip was short . Craddock and Mitch came and threw Johnny off the horse= . With his hands tied behind him , Johnny could not cushion his fall much and his side landed right on top of a sharp rock. He quickly rolled off of it a= s the pain of cracked ribs carried up through his head. Craddock did not let him have any peace though as he landed a boot in the same area. yelling at his men they grabbed Johnny and Craddock enjoyed placing a fist in his captive's body. Inflicting injury on this young man was now just a outlit for the anger that had built up in Craddock for the last 5 years. Lancer wa= s going to pay for what he did to him. An unconsious Johnny was carried into the cave. Craddock lead them in and looked down the hole. It was a good fifteen feet down and only five feet wide Not much room for a grown man to move around. He stepped aside and the men carried Johnny over the hole and lowered him down as far as they could then let him go. " Well, wonder if that did him in. But he was still breathing when he left here boss. You sure did a number on him. What did he do to you?" Dave asked with a smile on his face. He knew this man had to have done something bad and loved it when people got revenge. " He was the one who shot me and then they left. The sheriff found me and then since I was the one caught I got 5 years in that stinken prison. Well, now we will see how he likes prison. If he is lucky we might even feed him bread and water. If he behaves himself." Craddock laughs as he leaves with his men to go to the front of the cave. Scott seen where the men had stopped and footprints. Even the sheriff could tell someone was held by two other men as another one was in front of him. Scott looked at the horse prints and glazed out into the woods. "Think, Scott , what is up there ahead ? " he thought to his self. Trying to remember the few times he had been this far, Scott kept trying to put his finger on what he wasn't remembering. "There is a cave about a mile from here.Come on Sheriff let's go check it out." Part 5 by Starbuck From bogus@does.not.exist.com Wed Sep 24 18:50:42 2008 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2008 01:50:42 -0000 Subject: No subject Message-ID: surface. After some time and the battle seemingly won, he managed to open his eyes. Struggling for a grip on awareness he fought the pain the inhibited his head and body. With pain filled movements he slowly pushed himself to an upright position. He panted heavily as he leaned against the wall of his earthen prison. The mere act of moving just enough to sit up had cost him dearly. His head pounded with an incessant throb - one that matched the steady ache in his left leg. His hands still bound he was limited as to what he could do; checking on his injuries would have to wait. "Johnny. Johnny," called a familiar voice. "Down here," Johnny returned. His own voice not much more than a muffled whisper. He braced himself against the wall and tried to push himself to a standing position. He tottered unevenly before his left leg folded, sending him back towards the surface once more. "Scott," he feebly called before succumbing to darkness once more. "Shhh. Did you hear that?" Scott asked, raising his right hand in a gesture to stop. The Sheriff shrugged and cocked his head to the side trying in vain to detect any noise other than the heavy breathing of Scott Lancer and himself= . He had all but given up when he heard a very quite plea. "It came from over there." Scott nodded his head in agreement and accompanied by the Sheriff he made his way to the deep pit in the cave where his younger brother had been incarcerated. "Damn I can't see," he cursed and lay on his stomach at the top of the hole. "Johnny? Johnny can you hear me?" "Here this may help," the Sheriff said as he handed Scott a lit match. "Wai= t a minute, I think I've found something that will help us out." Frantic with worry Scott continued to call down the blackened hole. "Damn it, brother you better answer me." The worry in Scott's voice evident. "Any luck?" the Sheriff asked when he returned. "No." "Here, try this," he said, offering Scott the lit torch. "Should help you see better." Outwardly Scott tried to remain calm, while inwardly his stomach was doing giant flips at the thought of what he might see. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs. Unsure of his own ability to face what he feared most he offered a silent prayer of hope. With the illumination offered by the torch he peered into the deep crevice. He saw the silver chaps of his brother's black jeans and the rowels on the left spur. He mentally noted the awkward angle that Johnny's left leg lay at. He saw Johnny slumped back against the dirt wall; no sign of life. "I got here too late." "What was that?" "Nothing, Sheriff, I was talking to myself," Scott answered and pushed himself up onto his knees. "I've got to get down there and get Johnny out. = I need some rope and and...." Before he could say anymore the Sheriff handed to Scott then length of rope he had retrieved earlier from his own saddle. "Already got it. Now what els= e do you need?" "I'll let you know when I'm down there," Scott said, gesturing at the hole. Slowly but surely Scott made his way to the bottom of the hole. With little room to move he crouched beside his brother and placed his fingers on his neck, desperately feeling for a pulse. "Yes," he jubilantly exclaimed when he felt one. Weak and thready but still there. "We'll have you out of here soon, brother." True to his word, Scott and the sheriff pulled Johnny from the hole. When Scott was able to get a better look at his brother he winced when he saw th= e gash above Johnny's right eye that still continued to trickle blood. While the sheriff freed Johnny form his bonds, Scott did a quick assessment of his injuries. "What's the verdict?" "The verdict is, Sheriff, that we need to get him back to town and to the doctor as quick as we can. Feels like three maybe four broken ribs and his left leg's broken as well." During the whole time of being poked and prodded Johnny remained blissfully unaware. A warm blanket of darkness kept him free from pain and the worry that masked Scott's face. ****L***** Craddock watched with interest from his nearby view point as the centre of all the anger he had felt was being tended to. "Damn you Lancer!" he spat vehemently. "What's eatin' you?" one of Craddock's men dared to ask. "THAT!" snapped Craddock and pointed towards Johnny Lancer's limp form. "He's gonna wish he had died in that hole by the time I've finished with hi= m and his family." Part 6 By S. "The real problem as I see it, Sheriff, is that Johnny is in no condition t= o ride. Could you go into town, pick up our buckboard and bring back help?" "Sure, Scott. I'll be on my way and don't worry I'll tell Murdoch too." "Thanks, Sheriff, and could you let me have your bedroll and canteen?" ______________________________ Craddock watched as the Sheriff rode off. <> _______________________________ Scott put his own bedroll down on the cave floor, then he covered Johnny with his own bedroll. Johnny hadn't stirred since his removal from the hole= , but Scott didn't like the cool, clammy feel of his skin. Shock could be a problem. <> Scott would be devastated. He'd become close to Johnny. They were such opposites, but he cared about the young man and would do whatever he could to protect him. <> Just then Johnny groaned. He tried to open his eyes. "Johnny, can you hear me?" Johnny looked at his brother;but there seemed to be no recognition, then he gave a slight smile. "Scott?" he whispered. "Yeah it's me. Lie still. You've been hurt bad, but the Sheriff's gone for help. You'll be fixed up in no time." Just then Scott saw fear in Johnny's eyes, "Craddock?" "I don't know what happened to him. He probably took off." "Not that snake. He'd want to make sure I was dead." "Well you just rest. I won't let him hurt you." Johnny closed his eyes. "Thanks." _______________________________ Craddock and his 2 men made their way down to the cave. _______________________________ It was quiet in the cave except for a dripping stream. Just then Scott hear= d a crunch. He pulled his gun just in time to fire at the first man. A howl o= f pain told Scott that the bullet had done its job. Then the other man starte= d firing. Because of the ricochet, Scott was afraid a bullet might hit Johnny so he covered him with his body. Suddenly he felt a sting on one arm; but before he could react, he felt a gun pressed to his back. "Okay, Lancer, put down the gun and stand up slowly." Scott did as he was told. "So you're Madrid's brother? You don't look much like him." Scott said nothing. "It don't matter. Murdoch Lancer will be glad to pay to get YOU back." Scott's head came up. "What does that mean?" "Oh, I'm sure Lancer will come here himself and I just know he'll pay a handsome sum for you--in one piece." "What about Johnny?" "Madrid? I'd just as soon kill him, but maybe I could get something for him first. Cold hit Scott's stomach. "You're going to kill him?" "Sure after what he did to me. If you hadn't interfered, he'd be rotting down that hole. Now I'll have to do something else. Maybe I'll kill you and your father while he watches." Scott knew he had to do something, but the bullet graze made him lightheaded. He swayed slightly. "Can I sit down/" "Sure. Make yourself comfortable, but don't try anything or you're dead." "What about the money you'd lose?" "Believe me, the money means less than hurting that scum Madrid." After a few moments, Johnny moaned again, "Scott? Water/" Scott looked at Craddock. "NO. "Please?" NO!" "Sorry, Johnny. Craddock says no" "Craddock?" "He's holding a gun on me." "So Madrid, are you beginning to realize that I'm the one in control now? You'll regret betraying me." The silence returned for a time. Suddenly Scott could hear noise outside th= e cave. "Scott? Are you in there? It's me, Murdoch." Scott's heart sank. "Tell him to come in." "No." "Do it or Madrid's dead." "Murdoch, come in alone." Murdoch Lancer entered. As soon as he saw the men with guns, he stopped. "Scott, what's going on?" "I'm Craddock and if you want your 2 boys to survive you'll bring me $10,00= 0 in 2 hours." "2 hours? Where can I get that kind of money in so short a time/" "Oh yes, I guess the bank is a bit empty, but if you want your 2 fine young men back, you'll get it some way." "All right, all right. Just don't hurt them" Lancer turned to leave. Craddock yelled after him, "Get it here by 5 or you can use the money for 2 funerals." ______________________________ In a low voice Craddock ordered his man to go outside to make sure the Sheriff wasn't planning any tricks while Lancer was gone. _______________________________ Jumbled thoughts filled Scott's brain. He knew he had to do something befor= e Murdoch's return, but there were 2 guns against his none. He knew he needed some kind of diversion so he could jump Craddock. But what? Scott shifted uncomfortably. He was sitting on some small rocks. He palmed one ready for use, but knew that it would be a desperate move and there was always the danger of Johnny being hurt again. "Craddock?" "What?" "I need to go over into the corner" "Why?" "Call of nature." "So do it where you're sitting." "Please." Oh, all right, but one false move and Madrid's dead." Scott walked to the hole and relieved himself. He then returned to his place. The silence grew. All that could be heard was the dripping stream. After some minutes, Craddock began to squirm. "Lancer, you stay put. I need to take a leak, but I'll kill you if you try anything." Craddock moved over to the hole. He unbuttoned his fly. The sound of water and his sigh of relief gave Scott his clue that it was time to make his move. He threw the small rocks in his hand up against the cave wall. Craddock fired at the noise and started a small avalanche of stones. . The noise of the falling rocks covered Scott's move towards Craddock, but instinctively Craddock turned to see the young man launch himself at the outlaw. Craddock fired. Part 7 by Elayn Briggs Momentum carried Scott forward, his body slamming into Craddock. The force drove the two men, bodies now entwined, towards the back of the dim cave. Scott wasn't sure whether the terrified, choking scream he heard was his ow= n or that of the monster who was now a part of him. All Scott knew was that they were falling; tumbling into a black abyss. The air was driven from Scott's lungs as the two men smashed into the stony limestone of the cave's floor. An almost deafening silence was the last impression Scott had as he slipped into blackness. Consciousness returned slowly, the fog lingering but lifting as Scott becam= e aware of his surroundings... *Craddock. A gun shot. Their bodies intertwine= d and falling. They must have fallen into the damned hole,* Scott realized. A quiet groan escaped from Scott's lips as he shifted his body in the cramped, dark space. As he tried to sit up he felt a flaccid form underneat= h him. Frantically Scott attempted to push himself away from Craddock's body. His arms didn't want to cooperate Scott dimly realized, as darkness threatened to overwhelm him once more. Biting back th= e bile that threatened to rise and ignoring the growing pain in his left arm, Scott managed to force his body into a sitting position. Taking a deep breath, he attempted to get a bearing on his condition. His left arm ached and felt strangely heavy but at least he was able to move it. His right arm hung uselessly at his side, but curiously there was no pain. He reached out with his left hand, groping in the darkness. Felling Craddock's chest below him, his hand continued moving upward. Craddock's head was twisted at an od= d angle and Scott realized the man's neck was broken. Relief washed over Scot= t as he realized this Satan of a man could no longer harm his brother... *Johnny!!* Scott bit back a horse cry as he realized Johnny was lying hurt and alone above him. He shook his head in frustration and muttered into the darkness, "Way to go Scott, a lot of good you are to Johnny now." Determinedly Scott managed to stand, pushing his back against the dirt wall and forcing his legs to push up under him. Once up Scott stepped away from Craddock's body and moved slowly along the circular wall of the hole. Something brushed against Scott's face and he automatically recoiled from the object. "Come on Scott, relax" he spoke out loud as he moved back towards the object. *The rope!* he realized. It was the rope the sheriff ha= d used to pull Johnny from the hole earlier. Scott gave a tug on the ragged strand of hemp with his left arm, ignoring the pain that shot towards his shoulder. It was still tied off to the boulder above he realized happily. Scotts elation.at finding the rope quickly turned into despair when he realized he'd never be able to climb up it with his two bad arms. Exhausted and desolate Scott sagged against the wall. He closed his eyes and shook hi= s head groggily. Then from above he heard the quiet but frightened voice of his younger brother. "Scott? Scott, are you there? I'm so cold Scott." Johnny's weak voice drifted off. *No!* Scott thought. His brother Johnny was always the strong one - the one who had taught him the ways of this harsh western land - the one who protected him. And now his brother needed him. Scott pushed up with steely determination and took the rope in his left hand. In the narrow hole Scott managed to press his back against the wall and stretch his long legs across to the far wall. Then, one-handed, he slowly inched upward; pain and sweat slowing his progress but doggedly continuing. Abruptly the wall ended and Scott fell back onto the cold floor of the upper cave. Scott lie exhausted, his body utterly depleted, the only sound the ragged intake of his breath. Using a reserve of strength he didn'= t truly possess Scott rolled to his knees and managed to stand. He staggered and knelt beside his brother who lie motionless; his face grey, his body unmoving. For one horrid moment Scott thought he was too late. "No! Johnny! Please God." Scott laid his hand on Johnny's pale, damp forehead and leaned down over his brother's face. "Johnny=96hey little brother=96I'm here, it's ok, = I'm here," Scott spoke gently. Slowly, Johnny's eyes opened, revealing two slit= s of vivid blue. Scott's heard soared as Johnny gave him a tired, half smile and reached a weak hand toward his. Grinning back, Scott took his brother's weak hand in his own and shakily sa= t down beside Johnny. He pulled Johnny's head into his lap, squeezing his hand. "Everything's gonna be fine, it's gonna be fine." Scott's head fell forward, exhaustion finally taking its toll. "JOHNNY! SCOTT!" The persistent voice brought Scott back to consciousness. "Murdoch? We're over here," Scott replied weakly to the sweet music of his father's voice.... end part 7 PLEASE NOTE: this is a story that was being written in RR form on a lost list. I've decided to try and get it finished, and am offering it to the readers as yet another wandering wren. 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by Round Robin authors

Fandom: Lancer
Cast: Murdoch = Lancer (Andrew Duggan), Johnny Madrid Lancer (James Stacy), Scott Lancer (W= ayne Maunder) Jelly Hoskins (Paul Brinegar), Teresa O'Brien (Elizabeth = Baur)
Pairing: none, at this time
Category: Wandering wren
Rating: FRM for = violence
Status: on-going
Spoilers: none
Series/Sequel: nope
Br= ief Summary: Johnny is kidnnapped by bank robbers from his past
Warnings= :violence, abduction
Notes/acknowledgments: thanks to all the authros who work to bring this off= .
General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and i= mprovs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing.
Disclaimers: Lancer belongs to the creatore, the story belongs to the autho= rs and is a gift they give the readers
Archive: Yes, http://www.squidge.o= rg/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=3D39479
 



Part One
by Janet Bell
jrb43943 at yahoo.com

You could see the dark haired m= an sitting on his palamino horse on the hillside. Glazing contently at the = view. A year ago today he had arrived here A year since he had found his fa= ther. Or more his father had found him. From a gun hawk to a third owner of= the biggest ranch in Jouquin Valley. Johnny turned as he heard the two rid= ers coming up to him. Murdoch and Scott took a minute to look at the view J= ohnny was enjoying.

"Murdoch, Every time I come up here I have to look at the beauty o= f this spot. I could sit here all day"

"I agree but the ra= nch wouldn't look so good if we sat up here all day" Murdoch smile= d at his youngest son. "How were the cattle up on the north range? Did= we lose many?"

"I don't think so. I didn't really get a good head count w= ithout rounding them all up together but I only found three dead ones. I fi= gure I will take a crew up there tomorrow and start rounded them up and sta= rt the branding. The pen is in pretty good shape. Should't take more th= an three- four days to round them all up and get the branding done. The lin= e shack needs restocked. I'll need to run into town this afternoon yet = and get the supplies. Either of you want to come along?" Johnny finish= ed with a grin on his face.

"YOu know going into town don't sound like a bad idea. What do= you say Murdoch want to go into town and see if the Lancer men can sit it = on its ears? " Scott teasingly asked his father.

"You two = haven't seen a town sit up on its ears . Why, I could tell you stories = even you couldn't top, Johnny. But you know, I do need to go to town an= yhow. I need to see Greg Dutton about that contact for the lumber I sold to= Williamson Lumber over in Frisco. So I guess I will ride in with you two. = Keep you out of trouble. Johnny, go to the bank and take a couple hundred o= ut. Pay up our bill at the store and get what you need. Should be some left= over to liven the town up a little."

####

In town the hustle of the people going about their business= was increasing. There were people from all over coming in. The silver mine= was paying at three and everyone was anxiously awaiting the payment coming= in by wagon to the bank.

The Lancer buckboard made it's way through the crowded street. More= than the average amount was in town today. As all three walked into the me= rchantile store, Johnny caught a glimpse out of his eye. He turned to look = as 4 men rode into town. Right away Johnny noticed Craddock. "Wonder w= hat he is doing in these parts?" He asked to no one in particular.

"Who, Johnny?" asked Scott, looking toward where Johnny was s= taring. "You know that man?"

"Yeah, We were in a few = range wars together. Heard he has been going a little over that fine line t= hat is drawn." Johnny stared at the man. Scott did not like the look i= n his brother's eyes. He knew there was more to the story than what Joh= nny had said.

Mr. Miller finished with his customer and looked at the Lancer men. &qu= ot;Good day, boys. How are you Mr. Lancer?"

"Just fine, Mr= . Miller," Murdoch responded as he handed him the list he had made out= . "Here is my list and Johnny will be back in a few minutes to pay up = the bill. Say half hour.? "

"Sure, Johnny I can have this ready then." Mr. Miller glanced= down the list. You boys going to be spending some time in town tonight?&qu= ot;

"No, sir. Just long enough to grab a couple of beers. The r= anch is keeping us pretty busy right now. Scott, I will met you in saloon i= n fifteen minutes okay? Murdoch, we will be waiting for you there okay?

"Sounds good to me," Murdoch said as he headed to the lawyer&= #39;s office.

"Sure, Johnny. Might take me a little longer but = I will met you there as soon as I can," Scott spoked as he walked out = the door.

Johnny followed him and started to the bank. He wondered where Craddock= had gotten too. As he opened the door to the bank. His wondering stopped. = As he entered he heard the click of a gun to his head.

"Don'= ;t make a sound and keep walking right on in, Mister" the man known as= Jake said.

Johnny did as he was told. Looking around, he noticed the bank manager = was unlocking the safe. Two men were taking the money out of the drawers. T= here were three other customers. He had to do something but he had to make = sure the other customers safe too.

Suddenly Craddock turned and looked and recognized Johnny. "MADRID= ! What are you doing here? Boy, This is my lucky day." Craddock face s= howed the hatred for the man who had just be given to him on a silver platt= er.

"It isn't Madrid anymore, Craddock. I am through with that lif= e. I took my father's name now. Lancer. It is Lancer now. You don't= want to do this. you will Get caught sure as anything.......

Craddo= ck walked over to Johnny and put his gun to Johnny's stomach. "Lan= cer, now is it. Well that might just be a help to us. Boys put these people= in the safe. Johnny and I have some old times to catch up on don't we = Johnny?"

The outlaws put the bank manager, clerks and the three other customers = in the safe and shut the door. They motioned to Johnny to turn around out t= he front door. Now, Mr. Lancer we are going to walk out this door. We need = to borrow a horse. You didn't happen to be nice and have your horse hit= ched to the post do you?" Craddock asked.

"Sorry, I brought the buckboard in for supplies. It is over in fro= nt of the merchantile." Johnny grinned. At least he was going to make = it hard for them. He hoped.

Luck was not on Johnny's side this t= ime as there was a horse tied up to the post outside of the bank. They all = got on a horse and started out of town. Scott noticed Johnny on the horse a= nd also noticed the man they had seen earlier. Why was his brother going ou= t with them without telling him ? Well, Maybe Murdoch knew what was going o= n.


Part Two
by Starbuck nz
starbuck_nz at hotmail.com

"Where'd Johnny take off = to?" Murdock asked as he approached his son. "Did he catch up wit= h old friends of his?" The older gentleman continued.

Scott shook his head, as his hands rested on the hitching post outside = the lawyers office. "I'm not really to sure. I don't know who = they were but one of them had a gun trained.." Before Scott could fini= sh screams were heard emanating from the bank.

"SHERIFF! Someone get the Sheriff, the banks' just been robbed= ." yelled a young lady, distressed at having been involved with the wh= ole episode.

Murdock and Scott made their way to the frantic woman. = Scott wrapped his arm around her, in an effort to calm her.

"Oh, Mr Lancer, the man who robbed the bank took Johnny with him.&= quot; She sobbed and wept erratically as she buried her head into Scott'= ;s chest.

"Ah, Miss?" Murdock questioned, while he searche= d the street for any sign of the Sheriff.

"Anderson, Maria Anderson." Came a reply as Maria lifted her = head from Scott's sodden chest. "I'm a friend of Johnny's,= Mr Lancer and I'm scared for him."

"Can you tell me w= hy? Has it got something to do with the men that just rode out of here?&quo= t; enquired Murdock, a sudden bout of nausea threatening to take over.

Scott looked at his father and saw the beads of perspiration forming on= his brow. "Dad, let me .I'll sort it out. Why don t you go on ove= r and see where Hank is."

Murdock nodded and took a handkerchie= f from his breast pocket and mopped his forehead. He turned towards the liv= ery, after being directed their buy one of the townsfolk.

"Dad's not to well, still getting over a bout of the flu,"= ; Scott offered, apologizing for his father's absence. "Maria, can= you tell me what happened. Do you recall how it started."

Maria nodded her head and pointed tot eh seat just outside the bank. Scott = took Maria by the arm as her escorted her to the seat.

"I was i= n the bank waiting to cash the payroll cheque when I saw Johnny enter, we&#= 39;ve been friends for quite some time now. He helped me get my buggy out o= f the ditch one afternoon and I invited him to share lunch with me," M= aria spoke, informing Scott of how she and Johnny had become acquaintances.=

He nodded his understanding and pressed her to carry on.

"J= ohnny was making a withdrawal when the men burst into the bank and robbed i= t. Johnny tried to stop them, but they hit with a gun. When he fell the man= in charge kicked him and told him to get up." Concluded Maria before = she broke down in tears. "I'm sorry I'm not of much help."= ;

"Maria, you were very helpful, at least I know that Johnny did his= best to deter the thieves. With your information and what I saw when Johnn= y and I rode into town, it should be able to help the Sheriff," acknow= ledged Scott, leaving Maria in the hands of one of the women who had offere= d to comfort her.

When Scott approached his father the Sheriff was already getting the ba= nk clerk to recount what had happened. He patiently listened and then added= what he had been told by Miss Anderson.

"He wasn't hurt ba= d enough that he couldn't rid, but Dad his ribs have only had a few wee= ks to heal and depending on how hard he was kicked." Scott uttered, wh= ile Murdock nodded his head in agreement.

"Howdy Scott, I'm just getting a posse together ., can I count= on you for your assistance?" The Sheriff asked, seeking visual approv= al from Murdock.

"Go Scott, go and find your brother , don t yo= u go worrying about your old man now. Just bring Johnny home safely." = Spoke Murdock, as he permitted his son to join the posse.


Part Three
By PEJA
da= ltonavon at yahoo.com

Through narrowed eyes, Johnny watched Craddoc= k watching him and felt his skin began a slow creeping. There was something= about the man that had always reminded Johnny of a startled rattler.

And coming from a man as dangerous as he knew himself to be, that was e= nough to set his teeth on edge.

"So, Johnny..." Craddock s= aid, breaking the silence. "How have ya been?"

Slumping do= wn against the log in pretended relaxation, Johnny tipped his hat down over= his eyes. "Can't complain."

Craddock nodded chuckling. "Guess not. Fell smack dab in it, didn&= #39;t ya? Not like the rest of us scrambling rough and readies." He le= aned forward, narrowing the distance between them. "So, how'd ya d= o it? Land yourself in the Lancer family, that is?"

Johnny shrugged. "Identity confusion."

"Old man L= ancer thinks a lot of ya, does he?"

Careful, Johnny boy. There = be trouble here.

"Nah, I'm his worst nightmare come to life= ."

"Do tell."

Johnny's dark laugh sounded low and dan= gerous. "Imagine his surprise when a long forgotten bastard son shows = up at his door. A son who makes his living with a gun. Fine up-standing man= of the land that he is. Damn near died right there on the spot. Been tryin= g to dispose of his embarressment ever since."

Craddock frowned, pushing to his feet. "That is too bad. Makes you= a rather worthless commodity, doesn't it?"

Johnny's ha= nd crept back for his gun, and came up empty. Craddock had the damn thing. = And was actually caressing the damn thing.

"I guess," Craddock said softly, his hand stroking up and dow= n the gun barrel. "That makes you a liability."



Pa= rt 4 by Jan
Scott was glad Johnny had taught him how to track and also t= he tricks he had showed him in case something happened to either of them. J= ohnny had left a good trail. He only hoped they could catch up to him befor= e he was hurt anymore. 

The sheriff rode up next to Scott. " You sure you are following yo= ur brother right Scott, DOn't know why those men would be heading this = way. There isn't anything up here but the wilderness. Almost on Lancer = land , Do you know of anyplace they could hold up ? "

Scott kept his head down looking for signs. " We have a line shack= up here. About 15 miles due north of here. Unless they found it , I don= 9;t think Johnny would be leading them there. I don't think they know w= here they are going . Just thinking they could hide out in these woods and = get lost."

Well , beats me how you are seeing anything . I don't see no tracks= here now."

" I am not looking at tracks Sheriff. Johnny s= howed me how if one of us were in trouble to make a trail no one else would= know it but we would. He did it more for me than him. But he is doing it k= now. One thing the horse he is riding has a loose shoe and he is riding him= off the trail every 100 yds or so right here see? Another think he is doin= g is when he does that he is breaking a twig off. See? I don't know whe= re they are going but at least I know Johnny is alright so far." Scott= spoke.


Meanwhile, Craddock was thinking of what just to do with his lost &= quot;friend" that happened to fall into his lap. He rubbed his shoulde= r as he thought of the months it took him to heal and the time he had spent= in that prison because of the man in front of him. Revenge would be sweet = that was for sure. But he wanted it slow and he wanted Johnny to know what = it was like to hurt and be held in a room that was no more than a box. One = of the men came up to him.

"Hey Craddock, there is a cave up there about a mile. What you say= we hold up there for a while. We can scout around and see what our options= are from there. " Mitch said with the hope of getting out of the elem= ents at least that much.

Craddock looked at him. " A cave uh? What is it like? Deep? any ho= les in it?

" Well, I didn't go to far in but I didn't s= ee where it ended .and yeah has a deep hole in there about 30 feet in I wou= ld guess. Why you ask that?"

Cradock smiled as he looked at his prisoner. " Well I need a nice = safe place to put our prisoner you know. A nice deep hole in a dark cave wo= uld do well wouldn't it? What do you think Johnny boy. Want to spend th= e rest of your life in a hole? Let's see how you feel about living in a= small space for a while. Come on boys let's go to the cave."

Johnny was not liking this too much. He liked being in control of his l= ife. As they put him up on the horse , Craddock grabbed the reins so now he= lead the horse. Johnny could not pull the horse off to the side. He could = now only hope that Scott could still follow the trail now.

The trip was short . Craddock and Mitch came and threw Johnny off the h= orse. With his hands tied behind him , Johnny could not cushion his fall mu= ch and his side landed right on top of a sharp rock. He quickly rolled off = of it as the pain of cracked ribs carried up through his head. Craddock did= not let him have any peace though as he landed a boot in the same area. ye= lling at his men they grabbed Johnny and Craddock enjoyed placing a fist in= his captive's body. Inflicting injury on this young man was now just a= outlit for the anger that had built up in Craddock for the last 5 years. L= ancer was going to pay for what he did to him. An unconsious Johnny was car= ried into the cave. Craddock lead them in and looked down the hole. It was = a good fifteen feet down and only five feet wide Not much room for a grown = man to move around. He stepped aside and the men carried Johnny over the ho= le and lowered him down as far as they could then let him go. 

" Well, wonder if that did him in. But he was still breathing when= he left here boss. You sure did a number on him. What did he do to you?&qu= ot; Dave asked with a smile on his face. He knew this man had to have done = something bad and loved it when people got revenge.

" He was the one who shot me and then they left. The sheriff found= me and then since I was the one caught I got 5 years in that stinken priso= n. Well, now we will see how he likes prison. If he is lucky we might even = feed him bread and water. If he behaves himself." Craddock laughs as h= e leaves with his men to go to the front of the cave.

Scott seen where the men had stopped and footprints. Even the sheriff c= ould tell someone was held by two other men as another one was in front of = him. Scott looked at the horse prints and glazed out into the woods. "= Think, Scott , what is up there ahead ? " he thought to his self. Tryi= ng to remember the few times he had been this far, Scott kept trying to put= his finger on what he wasn't remembering. "There is a cave about = a mile from here.Come on Sheriff let's go check it out." 


Part 5 by Starbuck
From the depths of unconsciousness Johnny cla= wed his way back to the surface. After some time and the battle seemingly w= on, he managed to open his eyes. Struggling for a grip on awareness he foug= ht the pain the inhibited his head and body.

With pain filled movements he slowly pushed himself to an upright posit= ion. He panted heavily as he leaned against the wall of his earthen prison.= The mere act of moving just enough to sit up had cost him dearly. His head= pounded with an incessant throb - one that matched the steady ache in his = left leg. His hands still bound he was limited as to what he could do; chec= king on his injuries would have to wait.

"Johnny. Johnny," called a familiar voice.

"Down = here," Johnny returned. His own voice not much more than a muffled whi= sper. He braced himself against the wall and tried to push himself to a sta= nding position. He tottered unevenly before his left leg folded, sending hi= m back towards the surface once more. "Scott," he feebly called b= efore succumbing to darkness once more.

"Shhh. Did you hear that?" Scott asked, raising his right han= d in a gesture to stop.

The Sheriff shrugged and cocked his head to = the side trying in vain to detect any noise other than the heavy breathing = of Scott Lancer and himself. He had all but given up when he heard a very q= uite plea. "It came from over there."

Scott nodded his head in agreement and accompanied by the Sheriff he ma= de his way to the deep pit in the cave where his younger brother had been i= ncarcerated. "Damn I can't see," he cursed and lay on his sto= mach at the top of the hole.

"Johnny? Johnny can you hear me?"

"Here this may = help," the Sheriff said as he handed Scott a lit match. "Wait a m= inute, I think I've found something that will help us out."

Frantic with worry Scott continued to call down the blackened hole. &qu= ot;Damn it, brother you better answer me." The worry in Scott's vo= ice evident.

"Any luck?" the Sheriff asked when he returne= d.

"No."

"Here, try this," he said, offering Sc= ott the lit torch. "Should help you see better."

Outwardly= Scott tried to remain calm, while inwardly his stomach was doing giant fli= ps at the thought of what he might see. He closed his eyes for a brief mome= nt and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs. Unsure of his own ability to face= what he feared most he offered a silent prayer of hope.

With the illumination offered by the torch he peered into the deep crev= ice. He saw the silver chaps of his brother's black jeans and the rowel= s on the left spur. He mentally noted the awkward angle that Johnny's l= eft leg lay at. He saw Johnny slumped back against the dirt wall; no sign o= f life. "I got here too late."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Sheriff, I was talking= to myself," Scott answered and pushed himself up onto his knees. &quo= t;I've got to get down there and get Johnny out. I need some rope and a= nd...."

Before he could say anymore the Sheriff handed to Scott then length of = rope he had retrieved earlier from his own saddle. "Already got it. No= w what else do you need?"

"I'll let you know when I= 9;m down there," Scott said, gesturing at the hole.

Slowly but surely Scott made his way to the bottom of the hole. With li= ttle room to move he crouched beside his brother and placed his fingers on = his neck, desperately feeling for a pulse. "Yes," he jubilantly e= xclaimed when he felt one.

Weak and thready but still there. "We'll have you out of here = soon, brother."

True to his word, Scott and the sheriff pulled = Johnny from the hole. When Scott was able to get a better look at his broth= er he winced when he saw the gash above Johnny's right eye that still c= ontinued to trickle blood.

While the sheriff freed Johnny form his bonds, Scott did a quick assess= ment of his injuries.

"What's the verdict?"

&qu= ot;The verdict is, Sheriff, that we need to get him back to town and to the= doctor as quick as we can. Feels like three maybe four broken ribs and his= left leg's broken as well."

During the whole time of being poked and prodded Johnny remained blissf= ully unaware. A warm blanket of darkness kept him free from pain and the wo= rry that masked Scott's face.

****L*****

Craddock watched= with interest from his nearby view point as the centre of all the anger he= had felt was being tended to. "Damn you Lancer!" he spat vehemen= tly.

"What's eatin' you?" one of Craddock's men dared = to ask.

"THAT!" snapped Craddock and pointed towards Johnn= y Lancer's limp form. "He's gonna wish he had died in that hol= e by the time I've finished with him and his family."

Part 6
By S.

"The real problem as I see it, Sheriff, is = that Johnny is in no condition to ride. Could you go into town, pick up our= buckboard and bring back help?"

"Sure, Scott. I'll be= on my way and don't worry I'll tell Murdoch too."

"Thanks, Sheriff, and could you let me have your bedroll and cante= en?"
______________________________

Craddock watched as the = Sheriff rode off. <<So the Lancer kid is staying with Madrid? Maybe t= his will work out yet. I wonder how much Murdoch Lancer will pay for his 2 = boys?>>
_______________________________

Scott put his own bedroll down on th= e cave floor, then he covered Johnny with his own bedroll. Johnny hadn'= t stirred since his removal from the hole, but Scott didn't like the co= ol, clammy feel of his skin. Shock could be a problem. <<Maybe I shou= ld have tried to get him into town. What if he dies? Murdoch would be devas= tated.>>

Scott would be devastated. He'd become close to Johnny. They were s= uch opposites, but he cared about the young man and would do whatever he co= uld to protect him. <<Protect him, that's funny. ME, protect John= ny Madrid!>>

Just then Johnny groaned. He tried to open his eyes.

"Johnn= y, can you hear me?"

Johnny looked at his brother;but there see= med to be no recognition, then he gave a slight smile. "Scott?" h= e whispered.

"Yeah it's me. Lie still. You've been hurt bad, but the Sh= eriff's gone for help. You'll be fixed up in no time."

= Just then Scott saw fear in Johnny's eyes, "Craddock?"

"I don't know what happened to him. He probably took off."= ;

"Not that snake. He'd want to make sure I was dead."=

"Well you just rest. I won't let him hurt you."

Johnny closed his eyes. "Thanks."

____________________= ___________

Craddock and his 2 men made their way down to the cave.<= br>
_______________________________

It was quiet in the cave exce= pt for a dripping stream. Just then Scott heard a crunch. He pulled his gun= just in time to fire at the first man. A howl of pain told Scott that the = bullet had done its job. Then the other man started firing. Because of the = ricochet, Scott was afraid a bullet might hit Johnny so he covered him with= his body. Suddenly he felt a sting on one arm; but before he could react, = he felt a gun pressed to his back.

"Okay, Lancer, put down the gun and stand up slowly." Scott d= id as he was told.

"So you're Madrid's brother? You don= 't look much like him." Scott said nothing. "It don't mat= ter. Murdoch Lancer will be glad to pay to get YOU back."

Scott's head came up. "What does that mean?"

"= ;Oh, I'm sure Lancer will come here himself and I just know he'll p= ay a handsome sum for you--in one piece."

"What about John= ny?"

"Madrid? I'd just as soon kill him, but maybe I could get some= thing for him first.

Cold hit Scott's stomach. "You're = going to kill him?"

"Sure after what he did to me. If you = hadn't interfered, he'd be rotting down that hole. Now I'll hav= e to do something else. Maybe I'll kill you and your father while he wa= tches."

Scott knew he had to do something, but the bullet graze made him lighth= eaded. He swayed slightly. "Can I sit down/"

"Sure. M= ake yourself comfortable, but don't try anything or you're dead.&qu= ot;

"What about the money you'd lose?"

"Believe m= e, the money means less than hurting that scum Madrid."

After a= few moments, Johnny moaned again, "Scott? Water/"

Scott l= ooked at Craddock. "NO. "Please?" NO!"

"Sorry, Johnny. Craddock says no"

"Craddock?"= ;

"He's holding a gun on me."

"So Madrid, = are you beginning to realize that I'm the one in control now? You'l= l regret betraying me."

The silence returned for a time. Suddenly Scott could hear noise outsid= e the cave. "Scott? Are you in there? It's me, Murdoch."
<= br>Scott's heart sank.

"Tell him to come in."

"No." 

"Do it or Madrid's dead."
"Murdoch, come in alone."

Murdoch Lancer entered. As soon= as he saw the men with guns, he stopped. "Scott, what's going on?= "

"I'm Craddock and if you want your 2 boys to survive you'l= l bring me $10,000 in 2 hours."

"2 hours? Where can I get = that kind of money in so short a time/"

"Oh yes, I guess t= he bank is a bit empty, but if you want your 2 fine young men back, you'= ;ll get it some way."

"All right, all right. Just don't hurt them"

Lance= r turned to leave. Craddock yelled after him, "Get it here by 5 or you= can use the money for 2 funerals."
______________________________<= br>
In a low voice Craddock ordered his man to go outside to make sure the = Sheriff wasn't planning any tricks while Lancer was gone.

______= _________________________

Jumbled thoughts filled Scott's brain.= He knew he had to do something before Murdoch's return, but there were= 2 guns against his none. He knew he needed some kind of diversion so he co= uld jump Craddock. But what?

Scott shifted uncomfortably. He was sitting on some small rocks. He pal= med one ready for use, but knew that it would be a desperate move and there= was always the danger of Johnny being hurt again.

"Craddock?&q= uot;

"What?"

"I need to go over into the corner"<= br>
"Why?"

"Call of nature."

"So = do it where you're sitting."

"Please."

Oh, all right, but one false move and Madrid's dead."

Scott= walked to the hole and relieved himself. He then returned to his place.
The silence grew. All that could be heard was the dripping stream. Aft= er some minutes, Craddock began to squirm.

"Lancer, you stay put. I need to take a leak, but I'll kill yo= u if you try anything."

Craddock moved over to the hole. He unb= uttoned his fly. The sound of water and his sigh of relief gave Scott his c= lue that it was time to make his move.

He threw the small rocks in his hand up against the cave wall. Craddock= fired at the noise and started a small avalanche of stones. .

The n= oise of the falling rocks covered Scott's move towards Craddock, but in= stinctively Craddock turned to see the young man launch himself at the outl= aw. 
Craddock fired.


Part 7 by Elayn Briggs
Momentum carried Scott= forward, his body slamming into Craddock. The force drove the two men, bod= ies now entwined, towards the back of the dim cave. Scott wasn't sure w= hether the terrified, choking scream he heard was his own or that of the mo= nster who was now a part of him. All Scott knew was that they were falling;= tumbling into a black abyss.

The air was driven from Scott's lungs as the two men smashed into t= he stony limestone of the cave's floor. An almost deafening silence was= the last impression Scott had as he slipped into blackness.

Conscio= usness returned slowly, the fog lingering but lifting as Scott became aware= of his surroundings... *Craddock. A gun shot. Their bodies intertwined and= falling. They must have fallen into the damned hole,* Scott realized. = ;

A quiet groan escaped from Scott's lips as he shifted his body in t= he cramped, dark space. As he tried to sit up he felt a flaccid form undern= eath him. Frantically Scott attempted to push himself away from Craddock= 9;s body. His arms didn't want to cooperate Scott dimly 
realized, as darkness threatened to overwhelm him once more. Biting back th= e bile that threatened to rise and ignoring the growing pain in his left ar= m, Scott managed to force his body into a sitting position. Taking a deep b= reath, he attempted to get a bearing on his condition. His left arm ached a= nd felt strangely heavy but at least he was able to move it. His right arm = hung uselessly at his side, but curiously there was no pain. He reached out= with his left hand, groping in the darkness. Felling Craddock's chest = below him, his hand continued moving upward. Craddock's head was twiste= d at an odd angle and Scott realized the man's neck was broken. Relief = washed over Scott as he realized this Satan of a man could no longer harm h= is brother...

*Johnny!!* Scott bit back a horse cry as he realized Johnny was lying h= urt and alone above him. He shook his head in frustration and muttered into= the darkness, "Way to go Scott, a lot of good you are to Johnny now.&= quot; Determinedly Scott managed to stand, pushing his back against the dir= t wall and forcing his legs to push up under him. Once up Scott stepped awa= y from Craddock's body and moved slowly along the circular wall of the = hole. Something brushed against Scott's face and he automatically recoi= led from the object. "Come on Scott, relax" he spoke out loud as = he moved back towards the object. *The rope!* he realized. It was the rope = the sheriff had used to pull Johnny from the hole earlier. Scott gave a tug= on the ragged strand of hemp with his left arm, ignoring the pain that sho= t towards his shoulder. It was still tied off to the boulder above he reali= zed happily. 

Scotts elation.at finding the rope qu= ickly turned into despair when he realized he'd never be able to climb = up it with his two bad arms. Exhausted and desolate Scott sagged against th= e wall. He closed his eyes and shook his head groggily. Then from above he = heard the quiet but frightened voice of his younger brother. 

"Scott? Scott, are you there? I'm so cold Scott." Johnny&= #39;s weak voice drifted off. 

*No!* Scott thought. His brother= Johnny was always the strong one - the one who had taught him the ways of = this harsh western land - the one who protected him. And now his brother ne= eded him.

Scott pushed up with steely determination and took the rope in his left= hand. In the narrow hole Scott managed to press his back against the wall = and stretch his long legs across to the far wall. Then, one-handed, he slow= ly inched upward; pain and sweat slowing his progress but doggedly continui= ng. Abruptly the wall ended and Scott fell back onto the cold floor of the = upper cave. Scott lie exhausted, his body utterly depleted, the only sound = the ragged intake of his breath. Using a reserve of strength he didn't = truly possess Scott rolled to his knees and managed to stand. He staggered = and knelt beside his brother who lie motionless; his face grey, his body un= moving. 

For one horrid moment Scott thought he was too late. "No! Johnny! = Please God." Scott laid his hand on Johnny's pale, damp forehead a= nd leaned down over his brother's face. "Johnny=96hey little broth= er=96I'm here, it's ok, I'm here," Scott spoke gently. Slo= wly, Johnny's eyes opened, revealing two slits of vivid blue. Scott'= ;s heard soared as Johnny gave him a tired, half smile and reached a weak h= and toward his.

Grinning back, Scott took his brother's weak hand in his own and sh= akily sat down beside Johnny. He pulled Johnny's head into his lap, squ= eezing his hand. "Everything's gonna be fine, it's gonna be fi= ne." Scott's head fell forward, exhaustion finally taking its toll= .

"JOHNNY! SCOTT!" The persistent voice brought Scott back to c= onsciousness.

"Murdoch? We're over here," Scott replie= d weakly to the sweet music of his father's voice....


end pa= rt 7

PLEASE NOTE: this is a story that was being written in RR form on a los= t list. I've decided to try and get it finished, and am offering it to = the readers as yet another wandering wren. If you would like to add the nex= t bit, please do. You can send your response to the list or to me privately= at makebelievearchive at gmai= l.com and I will send it out to the interested lists. When sending a cl= ip, please remember to include the wren name and chapter. If this wren bran= ches into a tree, include the branch. If you change something that will eff= ect the headers...a new fandom, gen to slash whatever, please make note of = that as well so I can make the changes in the headers here and on the archi= ve. If this story does become slash, I'll probably split it into two br= anches and do a gen and a slash, the slash story would only be sent to the = slash lists, the general branch to the gen lists.


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ready to com= mit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse<= /a> ------=_Part_22683_11710881.1222488454629-- From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Sat Sep 27 10:06:28 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Sat, 27 Sep 2008 12:06:28 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] Tree Fic: The Rejected Lover Affair (Branch 2) part 8-9 (Man From Uncle) Illya/m, Napoloeon/f Message-ID: This is now a Tree Fic.. If a segment post inspires you to write, please do you write us a chapter. Don't worry about if two folks write the same part, that only gives us an additional story from the branch. Anyone who wants to start a wren of their own, roll it on out, the more the merrier...and what better way to shake a list out of its stupor than to have stories pouring in, hey? Oh, and finally, for those of you who want to try your hand at writing but have never felt comfortable in turning out a full-out story, this would be the perfect oppportunity for you to dip your toe. we're just having fun. Remember, no rules or structure. If you want to do a single person response (RPG) bit, its all good. the idea is to make a story. little bits or large scenes, its all good NOTE: With a double post for Chapter 6, this story has branched in two directions. the primary (Branch 1) is archived here http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=39995 the second branch http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=40060 You will find all versions http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/series.php?seriesid=456 The Rejected Lover Affair (Branch 2) by round robin authors Fandom: Man From UNCLE Pairing/Characters: [Man From Uncle] Napoleon Solo (Robert Vaughn), Illya Kuryakin (David McCallum) and Alexander Waverly (Leo G. Carroll) Portrayed by: above Category: Hetero, slash A Wandering Wren. this is a story that anyone can add to at any tme. Please consider adding a part. Rating: FRAO Status: wandering Spoilers: not as yet Series/Sequel: no Brief Summary: One of the agents is....misplaced Warnings: abuse under the disguise of BDSM, torture, angst, abduction Notes/acknowledgments: written to bring attention to the new http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies list General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing. Disclaimers: MfU belongs to its creator. The story comes frm the minds and souls of the writers. Archive: on makebelieve Part 8 by missdemeana2 missdemeana2 at yahoo.com Napoleon glanced down at the map, unsure at first if this was the place. The building was derelict, its facia anonymous and devoid of any hint of its former use. He crumpled up the paper, discarding it carelessly on the floor as he slipped between the gap in the surrounding fence. The inside of the building was empty, a vast open space that echoed his footsteps back to him. He walked a few feet inside, turning to view his surroundings, painfully aware of the open target he'd become. "Hello!" he shouted. He heard the clip-clop of her heels on the concrete floor before Ivy came into view, six beefy men following her and fanning out to surround Napoleon. He watched them in his peripheral vision, but his attention was on her. "Ivy. I'd like to say it's nice to see you, but under the circumstances?." She chuckled. "Always ready with the smart remark, hm, Napoleon? Well, I can honestly say it's nice to see you. And so prompt. Not like when we dated. Back then, you didn't care if you kept me waiting around." Napoleon bristled. His and Ivy's memory of that frantic period in his life obviously differed. She'd been keen from the start, but when her demands on his attention bordered on the obsessive, Napoleon had tried to distance himself. Especially when she'd made veiled threats about his partner. He didn't take kindly to that. He tried to smile; best not to goad the woman. "Back then, Ivy, you made dates without actually asking if I was available. Still, I'm here, now. And as you pointed out, on time. So, shall we get on with it?" "What's the hurry?" She feined surprise. "Oh, but of course? you're eager to see your little bed boy." Napoleon sighed inwardly. It had been one of her constant accusations during their brief relationship. Napoleon had never slept with Illya, at least not in a sexual way. Not that the thought of it wasn't appealing, but his friendship with Illya meant too much to him to risk such an emotional tie. He watched her carefully as she slowly approached, feeling like a deer being stalked. She stopped close enough to smell her perfume. "What's this about, Ivy?" "It's about you, lover." She ran a finger down his cheek. "And me. And some unfinished business." Unfinished business. And he'd thought this was over and done with. In the end, he'd had to resort to legal action to stop her harassing him, and he'd thought it had worked. Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned. She stepped back, her head cocked to one side. She clicked her fingers and one of the men dropped a pair of coveralls on the floor in front of him. She smiled. "Take off your clothes, Napoleon, and put these on. I'm sure you have numerous devices about your person." He stripped quickly, efficiently, avoiding Ivy's lascivious stare as he dropped his pants, leaving him standing in his shorts. He picked up the cover alls, but she stopped him with an impatient wave of her hand. "Everything, Napoleon." He shrugged, as if it were inconsequential. And it was. Napoleon had anticipated this. He ran a tongue over his false tooth, thanking R&D for their clever, micro-homing devices. He pulled the coveralls over his shoulder and zipped it up. Ivy clicked her fingers at another minion, and he stepped forward with a wand-like instrument, waving it up the length of Napoleon, from head to toe. At jaw level, the humming whine of the devise changed to a high pitched tone. Ivy smiled. "Open your mouth, Napoleon. Looks like you're hiding something from me." Napoleon tried to brave it out. "I don't know what you mean." Her smile disappeared, leaving that chilling expression Napoleon remembered from before. "Remove what's in your mouth, or I'll have Gunther remove it for you." The man next to her took a pair of pliers from his pocket and snapped them menacingly at Napoleon. Napoleon's heart sank. As Ivy's minion stepped closer, Napoleon held up a hand to stop him. He reached into his mouth, releasing the catch on the false tooth and removed the homing device. He dropped it into Ivy's palm. "That's better." She tossed it into some rubble in one corner. "Now, Napoleon." Her eyes glittered with madness. "Let's move this somewhere more comfortable." She leaned forward, kissing him on the cheekd as she whispered, "The rest of your life starts here." end part 8 missdemeana2 at yahoo.com Part 9 (very short...sorry) by PEJA makebelievearchive at gmail.com Napoleon did not like the sound of that. Not one little bit. But Illya's life was at stake. Bottom line. he would do anything to get his partner out of this. He allowed his gaze to pan over Ivy. The woman gave him a nauseaous feeling and he had to fight off the grimace . Well, almost anything. Still, he could not afford to anger the woman. He fell into step with her, following where she lead. he didn't hesitate as he was bundled into a Ford Van. Didn't resist as he was chained to the cargo bed. Didn't balk when a thick blindfold was strapped over his eyes and a ball gag thrust deep into his throat. He was going to see Illya. Illya. All for Illya end part 9 *** Okay MfU authors, or even those who just wannabe, how about adding a few lines. oh and remember to come play on http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies would love to see some stories to christen the list from you all as well. Feedback would be nice, guys...let us know what you think. I've included the chaper author so you can send the FB directly to them -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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You're keeping the words flowing. Disclaimers: The Characters belong to the creators of CHiPs. the story to the authors. Archive: Yes, but ask first, include the complete story and provide a URL to the archive Trouble Magnet by Robin Authors part 1 by Peja "Francis Llewellyn Poncherello!" Ponch froze in place. When his partner, Jon Baker addressed him in that soft tone and by his full christian name, he knew from experience that he had pulled a major snafu. One that could very well get his ass beat, and not in a good way, either. Turning to face the other man, he did a rapid mental replay of what he'd done today, the mini-play coming to blazing red flashing alert when he recalled flirting with none other than the spectacularly pretty Sgt. Joseph Getraer. It hadn't been anything serious, just good clean fun, but apparently from the dangerous glitter in his peircing blue eyes, Jon didn't see the humor in it. He was sooo dead. okay guys, who wants to play? remember, this is to christen the new list http://groups.yahoo.com/group/CHiPs_Fantasies the list accepts general, hetero and slash....come play? Or just check out the list homepage pic. Adorable or what? -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080927/76492d35/attachment.htm From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Sun Sep 28 00:01:23 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Sun, 28 Sep 2008 02:01:23 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] Fic: Lizards AndTeddy Bears 6 (Gibbs/DiNozzo) Mpreg, angst Message-ID: Lizards And Teddy Bears 6 by peja Fandom: NCIS Pairing/Characters: Jethro/Tony (Mark Harmon/Michael Weatherly), Ducky (David McCallum), Palmer(Brian Dietzen) Rating: FRAO Summary: Tony loses it Warning: While primarily slash, this series has shades of Het. Sorta, MPreg, Alien sex Note: This was inspired by a post sent to NavyNCISslash awhile back, asking the name of an episode where Tony finds a lizard in his bed, the lizard morphed. Doesn't take much to warp the warped. Rating: FRAO over series Categories: NCIS, slash fiction Characters: Jethro Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo, Tony/Jen Portrayed by Mark Harmon/Michael Weatherly, Michael Weatherly/Lauren Holly Genres: Hetero, Slash Acknowledgments: This story is dedicated to Cassio (WWOMB) who requested another chapter General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing. Just joining us. the story begins here http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=24321&warning=FRAO Staring at the closed door, the reality of Gibbs' walking out him him like a house and Tony felt as if his legs were melting under him. Frozen in the moment, Tony sank onto the sofa. His eyes, unseeing, yet seeing too much, remained riveted to the door for minutes, or was it hours. His mind lost time as it coasted on the disbelief floating in his head. He came back to himself as the front door swung open and Ducky stepped into view, Jimmy Palmer a couple steps behind. "Tony?" Ducky said, approaching him with concern. "Are you all right, dear boy?" Tony raised his head, meeting the older man's eyes with a disoriented gaze. "Ducky?" Ducky cut a glance toward Jimmy, who shrugged. "Jethro told you we would be coming, didn't he, Tony?" when Tony didn't answer he covered one heated hand with his own. "Tony?" Real worry roughened his voice. "Tony, are you all right?" Tony chuckled, short and bitter. "He threw me out." A tear crept down his pallid cheek. "He..." His fevered gaze stabbed into Ducky's concerned eyes. "I...I'm losing my mind and he threw me out." Ducky's hand moved higher up Tony's clenched ones, silently searching for and finding the man's pulse to be fast and thready. "Tony...Are you feeling any pain? Disorientation?" Tony snorted. "I pregnant, Ducky." He gave a dark, nearly hysterical laugh. "Only I'm a man, and men can't get pregnant. Biological impossibility." "Tony I think we need to get you to bed." "Bed?" Tony snapped, rising jerkily to his feet and stumbling in a rapid unsteady pacing back and forth. Back and forth. "Didn't you hear me? He threw me out. I don't have a bed. I don't have..." He spun into Ducky's personal space. "He doesn't love me any more, Duck." Pain spasmed over his face. "Do you think he ever....Nah, course not. I'm Tony DiNozzo. The great lost cause. Fuck up extraordinaire." He lifted a finger to the air, pasting an ugly grin on his face. "But I'm one hell of a fine ass lay." He reached out and cupped Ducky's groin, giving him a testing squeeze. "Wana fuck the bitch boy, Duck?" He ripped open his shirt, playing with his left nipple. "Like what you see, doc? Doc... Doc... Doc... What's up Doc?" he asked reaching for Ducky's groin again. Ducky gently intercepted the meandering hand and drew it around his waist, wrapping his other arm around Tony's waist and guiding him toward the bedroom. Over his shoulder he mouthed to the gape-mouthed Palmer to call Gibbs. "I'm pregnant, Ducky," Tony told him again, his voice strained with the fever ravaging his body. "Yes," Ducky slid the man into bed, smoothing back his sweat drenched hair. "I'm scared, Ducky." Tony slurred, suddenly trying to get off the bed. "I need to get outta here. Need to hide. Gibbs said he wanted to take my baby back. Give it to...someone else." Tears glazed his eyes and he sniffled quietly. "I won't let him have it. It's mine. He can't just take...take it back. You tell him that, Ducky. Tell him to leave me alone. Tell him he can't have my baby, okay..." his eyes drifted closed as he murmured. "Its all I have left." Ducky spun off the bed and dashed into the front room, snatching the cell phone from a babbling Palmer. "Gibbs' get back here fast. Tony's in second stage rejection." end this part -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080928/fe88430c/attachment.htm From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Sun Sep 28 17:34:51 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Sun, 28 Sep 2008 19:34:51 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] Wren Fic: Beach Adventure 9 (Adventure Inc, Torchwood, Stargate) Judson/Gabe, Jack/Ianto, Jack/Daniel -NC17 Message-ID: This story is being written as a wandering wren and possibly a fic tree. These are similiar to round robins, but instead of having a rotation structure, these writing devices are more or less, jump when you please. In other words, if a segment post inspires you to write, you write, and if two folks write the same part, a second story develops from the branch. Anyone who wants to start a wren of their own, roll it on out, themore the merrier...and what better way to shake a list out of its stupor than to have stories pouring in, hey? Fandom: Adventure Inc, Torchwood, Stargate Characters: [Adventure Inc] Judson Cross (Michael Biehn), Mackenzie Previn (Karen Cliche) and Gabriel Patterson (Jesse Nilsson) [Torchwood] Jack Harness (John Barrowman) and Ianto Jones (Gareth David-Lloyd). [Stargate] Jack O'Neill (Richard Dean Anderson) and Daniel Jackson (Michael Shanks) Pairings: Judson/Gabe, Jack/Ianto, Jack/Daniel Genre: slash Rating: FRAO summary: Judson spends a lazy day on a remote beach with his young lover. Strangers arrive and fun times Warning: public nudity, Additional warnings will be added if needed. Authors Note: This is another wandering wren, which means if you want to add to the end of the story, just send your addition (include part number and the name of the wren) to the list, or privately to makebelievearchive at gmail.com and I will send the entry to the interested lists and archive Previous chapters http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=39906&warning=FRM Part 9 by PEJA Ianto came, gasping Jack's name in a rasping whisper. Jack gathered the other man in his arms, nuzzling his belly button. Ianto whimpered softly, grabbing Jack's hair in both fists and holding him close, encouraging him to press little cat swipes with his tongue against Ianto's belly, occassionally dipping into his quivering belly button. The young man's jerky gasps and twitches brought more than a little pleasure to him. *** Daniel's seemed almost to slither up Jack's leg more like a hungry, predatory snake than anything as he kissed and nibbled the other man to impatience. Jack squirmed under his lover's sensual attentions for as long as he could than grasping Daniel's forearms, pulled him into his lap. Daniel's eyes smoldered as he leaned down to steal a quick kiss. Jack had other ideas, wrapping his hand around Daniel's neckand pressing to deepen the kiss. *** Gabe dragged his naked lover from his sun-bathing, pulling him down to the water. They dove into the waves, coming up in each others arms, with delighted playful laughter on their lips. end part 9 would be great to see a new writer or two jumping in to help get this story written... Oh and a little feedback would be nice as well -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. 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There will be a "recorded" warning tomorrow morning. -Dennis From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Mon Sep 29 12:42:07 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2008 14:42:07 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] Fic tree: The Rejected Lover Affair (Branch 2) part 10-11 [Man From Uncle] Illya/m, Napoleon/f - FRAO Message-ID: This is now a Tree Fic.. If a segment post inspires you to write, please do you write us a chapter. Don't worry about if two folks write the same part, that only gives us an additional story from the branch. Anyone who wants to start a wren of their own, roll it on out, the more the merrier...and what better way to shake a list out of its stupor than to have stories pouring in, hey? Oh, and finally, for those of you who want to try your hand at writing but have never felt comfortable in turning out a full-out story, this would be the perfect oppportunity for you to dip your toe. we're just having fun. Remember, no rules or structure. If you want to do a single person response (RPG) bit, its all good. the idea is to make a story. little bits or large scenes, its all good NOTE: With a double post for Chapter 6, this story has branched in two directions. the primary (Branch 1) is archived here http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=39995 the second branch http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=40060 You will find all versions http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/series.php?seriesid=456 The Rejected Lover Affair (Branch 2) by round robin authors Fandom: Man From UNCLE Pairing/Characters: [Man From Uncle] Napoleon Solo (Robert Vaughn), Illya Kuryakin (David McCallum) and Alexander Waverly (Leo G. Carroll) Portrayed by: above Category: Hetero, slash A Wandering Wren. this is a story that anyone can add to at any tme. Please consider adding a part. Rating: FRAO Status: wandering Spoilers: not as yet Series/Sequel: no Brief Summary: One of the agents is....misplaced Warnings: abuse under the disguise of BDSM, torture, angst, abduction Notes/acknowledgments: written to bring attention to the new http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies list General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing. Disclaimers: MfU belongs to its creator. The story comes frm the minds and souls of the writers. Archive: on makebelieve Part 10 by missdemeana2 missdemeana2 at yahoo.com Illya woke suddenly from a fitful dream. No, not a dream, a nightmare. A living nightmare. At night, even in sleep, his mind replayed all the horrors of the day. He turned onto his side, trying to relieve the ache in his back, and winced as the drying blood pulled at the sheet he lay on. He took a steady, slow breath as the drugs in his system subsided. At times the drugs were almost a blessed relief, allowing him some respite once the sedatives kicked in. But the aftermath left him with a hangover and nausea that left him wishing for oblivion. He looked about the basement, taking in his surroundings. A tidy, almost homely room, neatly decorated, but sparsely furnished. The bed he lay in was large and comfortable, with an old fashioned quilt that lay half on and half off the bed. Across the room, a set of stairs let up to the basement door. At that moment, one thought entered his mind; he had to reach that exit. While he had some semblance of self-control, Illya tried to move his recalcitrant limbs. His movements were spastic, but he found if he concentrated hard, he could force his shaking arms to push him upright. He sat for a long time, waiting for the room to stop spinning, before sliding his legs over the side of the bed. He paused after each movement, waiting for his body to get used to the activity. Eventually, holding onto the metal bedpost, he hauled himself upright. Using the wall for support, he slowly tottered, like a new born foal, towards the steps, each step giving him a sense of achievement. A little nearer, just a little more effort?. He felt an unexpected thrill as his hand made contact with the first riser, and slowly lowered himself to sit on the step. He chuckled to himself, relief that he'd got this far giving his confidence a huge boost. After a few moments to get his breath back, he turned and slowly began to crawl on his hands and knees, one step at a time, towards the exit. He almost made it. Two steps and he would have been able to touch the door. He never even heard Paul behind him, quietly coming up behind his captive. Never suspected a thing until a heavy foot pushed against the back of his neck forcing him down. Illya grunted hard in pain and cursed himself for his carelessness. How had he not seen Paul in the basement? Had the sadist been hiding, lurking, waiting for his victim's attempted escape? Just another cruel joke. A cat playing with a helpless mouse. He felt Paul's hand brush over his hair before taking hold of a hank and pulling his head back at a painful angle. "Leaving so soon, pet?" Illya glanced sideways as Paul's face came close, and tried for bravado. "Just needed some fresh air," he managed to whisper. At first Paul's face looked annoyed, but like the sudden changes in the weather, he abruptly smiled, laughing lightly. Illya felt the grip in his hair relax as Paul's fingers began to pet him like a cat. "I forgot how you like to tease, baby." Paul's mouth came close to his ear. "How you like to play games. It's one of the things I loved about you. What I really missed." Paul hauled Illya up and over his shoulder, carrying him back to the bed. He dropped him roughly onto the mattress before turning his back to Illya. Illya considered the possibility of jumping him, but his current condition made that unrealistic. He'd watch and wait for now. Experience told him that men like Paul became overconfident and careless. And with luck, maybe Paul would leave him alone for a while. But luck wasn't on his side, and hadn't been for the last few days. As Paul turned back towards him, a hypodermic in his hand, Illya felt his heard sink. "No?." As he felt the burn of the needle's contents flowing into his veins, he wondered, not for the first time, if Napoleon was looking for him. end part 10 missdemeana2 at yahoo.com Part 11 by peja makebelievearchive at gmail.com Napoleon woke groggily, muttering curses at himself. The men backing Ivy up should have been warning enough that the lovely evil little bitch was working with someone.Someone smart enough to abduct Illya, and that menat someone damn intelligent, because Illya was no man's fool. Hell, the bitch had been confident,running the meet like someone who knew all the little tricks. How the hell had he let himself ignore that when she'd casually relieved him of the hidden GPS. It had screamed all manner of warning and alerts. He'd been so fucking blind, hadd only seen her as the slightly silly, not so very smart little doll of before. And yet he'd gone in thinking he could charm the little bit of fluff much like he had charmed her when she was fresh and interesting Stupid. So damn stupid. Would he ever see his partner again. Was Illy even still alive? Or had Ivy let her hatred of the brilliant blond agent end his life. The thought burned through him, bringing tears of grief to wash his face. end part 11 makebelievearchive at gmail.com *** Okay MfU authors, or even those who just wannabe, how about adding a few lines. Oh and do remember include your pen name so you get proper credit. 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URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080929/a28009c9/attachment.htm From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Mon Sep 29 16:23:53 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2008 18:23:53 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] Wren fic: Trouble magnet 2 (Chips) Jon/Ponch, Ponch/Joe Message-ID: Trouble Magnet by Robin writers (I hope) Fandom: CHiPs Pairing: Jon/Ponch, Joseph Getraer Portrayed by: Larry Wilcox/Erik Estrada, robert Pine Category: slash Rating: FRAO Status: wandering wren. If a segment inspires anyone to write, please do. Spoilers: no Series/Sequel: no Brief Summary: Ponch is in trouble Warnings: will add as needed Notes/acknowledgments: thanks to all who join in, this is being written to christen a new list, http://groups.yahoo.com/group/CHiPs_Fantasies General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing. Disclaimers: The Characters belong to the creators of CHiPs. the story to the authors. Archive: Yes, but ask first, include the complete story and provide a URL to the archive Part 2 by Peja Jon advanced on his partner, stalking him like a deadly panther, his eyes not losing the glimmer of fury for even an instant. Ponch made a mental calcutation of his chances of escaping until the fires of hell burned from his lover, but instinct for survival warned him he'd do better to stand and deliver. In as contrite a manner as he was capible. He drew his best impression of Casinova mode close to him and smiled that charming smile he'd practiced as a young teen before the mirror until he cold melt the most frozen love dead heart to his will. "Something wrong, lover?" Jon's fingers closed on his arm, dragging him up from his chair. He didn't resist as they nearly collided noses. Jon in this mood was not a man to be denied. "I think you have something to tell me?" Jon's words were at their softest,and most dangerous as he glared into Ponch's dark eyes end part 2 makebelievearchive at gmail.com okay guys, who wants to play? New fandoms can be introduced at any time. Don't make me do this alone, its so much more fun with others remember, this is to christen the new list http://groups.yahoo.com/group/CHiPs_Fantasies the list accepts general, hetero and slash....come play? Or just check out the list homepage pic. Adorable or what? -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us Need a plot bunny? http://community.livejournal.com/adoptaplotbunny/ ready to commit ten minutes a day to writing? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TenMinutesWithTheMuse -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080929/ba0a63aa/attachment.htm From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Mon Sep 29 21:09:34 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2008 23:09:34 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] Fic: Lizards And Teddy Bears 7 - NCIS (yea, two chapters inas many days..freaky, huh?) Message-ID: Lizards And Teddy Bears 7 by peja Fandom: NCIS Pairing/Characters: Jethro/Tony (Mark Harmon/Michael Weatherly), Ducky (David McCallum), Palmer(Brian Dietzen) Rating: FRAO Summary: Gibbs, rescuer or destroyer? Warning: While primarily slash, this series has shades of Het overall. Also MPreg & Alien sex Note: This was inspired by a post sent to NavyNCISslash awhile back, asking the name of an episode where Tony finds a lizard in his bed, the lizard morphed...into Gibbs and comp. Doesn't take much to warp the warped. Rating: FRAO over series Categories: NCIS, slash fiction Characters: Jethro Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo, Tony/Jen Portrayed by Mark Harmon/Michael Weatherly, Michael Weatherly/Lauren Holly Genres: Hetero, Slash over-all. Acknowledgments: This story is dedicated to Cassio (WWOMB) who requested another chapter General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing. Gibbs literally exploded into the house, door crashing against the wall as he slammed it open. He seemed almost to rocket across the rooms, heading for the bedroom. Until a strong hand on his forearm stopped him in his tracks. His eyes were diamond hard blue lasers stabbing into the offending human barricade. "What?" he barked, his eyes glued to the door behind which Tony lie, dangerously ill with his child. "You can't go in there like this," Ducky told him in a calm tone. "He's drifting right now. Asleep, awake. There, but not. Its...dangerous." "I....can smell his need." Gibbs growled, his eyes dilating. "He...needs." "And whose fault is that?" Ducky raked a hand through his hair, leaving it standing up in little spikes that would have been amusing if the situation was not so serious. "I told you to give him the comfort of your body. I told you to let him absorb the scent of your desire. Did you think I was kidding?" "He blocked me out, Ducky. Locked himself away from me....I..." "Now you offer excuses? Now? All of this could have been prevented, but you had to be as stupid and stubborn a chameleon as he who fathered you." Ducky sneered. "I warn you, Jethro LeRoy Gibbs, if you do not make this right I will in no uncertain terms intercede on your breeder's behalf. If it comes to that, I promise you you will not be allowed to see Tony without supervision. Do you understand? I will not allow rejection sickness to kill him. I will not lose that boy because you refuse to let him know what going on and make informed decisions for his own body and that of the child. Gibbs' eyes took on a golden reptilian glow and fangs slipped low in his mouth. "You dare? You, who know who I am better than anyone?" Ducky's eyes were ice. "I dare." The human facade slipped back into place, human and in deathly pain. "Ducky...Please....His body screams. The pheromones...." "As if I don't know that already. Tony's throwing so much pheromone into the air, Palmer had to be put under sedation." His hard glare darted to the fitful slumbering tech. "Breeders should not be effected under normal circumstances. Half breed breeders...unheard of. If I permit you in there as you are right now, you will tear him apart in the mating frenzy." He picked up a syringe and swab, cleaning and injecting the cleaned section of Gibbs arm. "Now, you will have a cup of coffee and let the nullifier numb your senses enough to regain control. You will see Tony in thirty minutes. No sooner. And once you have placated his sexual needs, you will sit and explain what is happening to him." Ducky propelled Gibbs to the table and set a coffee before him. "Oh and by the way, Tony decided to keep the child. You, on the other hand....You had better convince him that you have not been using him for a sex toy or you are going to lose both mate and child." end part 7 feed back anyone. Oh, and I want to thank all the readers who have visited the story on site. In the last two days the page has been accessed almost 1700 times. You guys are freaking amazing!! And so very patient -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us THE LIGHT MY FIRE AWARDS: The WWOMB archive has been nominated in 2 categories (content and Design) of the "Light My Fire Awards". 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URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080930/14fb9428/attachment.htm From makebelievearchive at gmail.com Tue Sep 30 15:06:52 2008 From: makebelievearchive at gmail.com (makebelieve archive) Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2008 17:06:52 -0500 Subject: [Makebelieve] Wren Fic: Mystery Of Life 1 - Starsky and Hutch - David Starsky/Ken Hutchinson - Mpreg Message-ID: NOTE: the is the opening gambit for a wandering wren. If you would like to add the next bit, I'd be grateful. no worries if two folks toss out the same chapter, cuz then we upgrade to a fic tree and have two (or more) stories going and there is nothing bad in that. Title: Mystery of Life Author: round robin Authors (I hope) Email: makebelievearchive at gmail.com Fandom: Starsky and Hutch Pairing: David Starsky/Ken Hutchinson Portrayed by: David Soul/Paul Michael Glaser Category: Slash Rating: FRAO Status: Wren fic. This story is hopefully being written by a gathering of authors Spoilers: none Series/Sequel: no Brief Summary: Starsky pisses of a gypsy with expanding consequences. Warnings: MPreg Notes/acknowledgments: a challenge was made onMpreg back in march, it clicked my preverse buttons and since I wanted to do a wren with the darlings of S&H anyway....here's the comment/story request posted by darkgoddess "Can anyone point me to any Starsky & Hutch mpreg? Preferably with Starsky as the "mommy"? :)" General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing. Disclaimers: the characters belong to their creator, the story to the writers of this little whisy Archive: Yes,on wwomb Part 1 by PEJA makebelievearchive at gmail.com The arrest went off without a hitch. The boy had actually laughed darkly, a knowing secret laugh that should have alerted Officer David Starsky that all was not as it appeared. But if he had even a niggling of wanring, he shrugged it off, riding the high of adrenalin that came with making a clean arrest. Hutch saw the older man first, and pointed him out to Starsky as he was settling his young offender into the back of a squad car. Starsky glanced over at the man, then tapped the roof of the squad car, signalling that they could leave. He turned back to his partner just as the strange man stalked to a furious stop before them. "Can we help..." Starsky began. "Where have you taken my son?" the stranger demanded. His tone of voice raised Starsky hackles and he shifted his feet to get a better stance. "Your son is under arrest." "Release him immediately." the man growled. "He has done nothing." "We can't do that, sir..." "Ah, but you can. He is innocent of whatever you hae charged him with. So simply release him." Starsky shook his head. "Not gonna happen. the evidence...." "Is false," the man interrupted once again. "Release him." "That's not how it works. If you would like to come down to the station..." "that is your last word?" "Listen..." The man's laughter was just as dangerous sounding as that of his son as he pointed toward Starsky. "You who have interfered will now be ....blessed with a son of your own body." His hand whispered over Starsky's belly. His blazing green glance moved to Hutch and he added. "By the seed of your partner." The man turned on his heel and strode away, blending into the gathering shadows. Hutch chuckled, raking back his blond hair. "Gypsies. gotta love the drama of 'em." end part 1 makebelievearchive at gmail.com THE STARSKY AND HUTCH LISTS http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/starskyandhutchgeneral http://lists.squidge.org/index.html/info/slashstarskyandhutch http://groups.yahoo.com/group/StarskyAndHutch_SlashyFantasies http://groups.yahoo.com/group/StarskyAndHutchFantasies -- PEJA The wwomb archive http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us THE LIGHT MY FIRE AWARDS: The WWOMB archive has been nominated in 2 categories (content and Design) of the "Light My Fire Awards". We'd appreciate it if you would pop over to http://lmfa.diagonalfiction.com/index2.php and give us a vote -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.chez-vrolet.net/pipermail/makebelieve/attachments/20080930/d5079014/attachment.html From bogus@does.not.exist.com Tue Sep 30 23:57:29 2008 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Wed, 01 Oct 2008 06:57:29 -0000 Subject: No subject Message-ID: 7 o'clock." Tony whirled around. "Yeah?" Gibbs grinned that crooked grin that never failed to send a jolt to Tony's groin and leaned over to rush a kiss over his lips. 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Author: PEJA
Email: makebelievearchive at gmail.com
Author's websites: http://peja1956.livejournal.com and http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewuser.php?uid=1
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Tony/Gibbs
Portrayed by: Michael Weatherly/Mark Hamon
Category: ficlet
Rating: FRT
Status: fini
Spoilers: nah
Series/Sequel:oh no, please
Brief Summary: Gibbs knows, and Tony knows he knows.
Warnings: Nope
Notes/acknowledgments: to batmouse who thought a discussion thread would be a good prompt. her fault. 
General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing.
Disclaimers: not mine
Archive: Yes, but ask first, include the complete story and provide a URL to the archive
Forwarding to other lists: Okay, but keep my name and headers attached. A heads up would be nice as well.


"I don't know how he knows, but he knows . . . "

"Hm?" McGee asked, looking up from his computer. "Whatcha say, Tony? Who knows what?"

"Gibbs," Tony said, his voice distracted. "Gibbs knows."

McGee turned his chair, taking a good look at his partner and friend. He'd never seen the man so visibly shaken, pale...except maybe when he'd been exposed to the plague...And that time on the black ops ship. Virus' scared the man almost to a stand still. Not that McGee could fault him for that.

But Gibbs? Tony worshiped the boss. What could Gibbs have found out that would send Tony into a shaking mass of terror. It wasn't like the man was gay...

Or was he? Oh right, a dog like Tony. The man never missed a chance to go sniffing after one skirt or another...

On the other hand, what better way for a smart man...a smart gay man..to cover up his sexual interests than to use misdirection...

And it had never seemed kosher, Tony claiming that honey dust powder he'd sent Gibbs one Christmas was a mistake. Gibbs had almost been gloating when he'd announced...But then that might mean...Gibbs? Nah...

Ya think?

McGee leaned back and steepled his fingers over his belly. "Don't worry about it, Tony. Gibbs is just waiting for you to come out to him. Bet he has a big first date already planned. Gibbs is like that."

Tny blanched, then blushed brightly. "I...I...I..."

From behind his left shoulder a soft whisper confirmed. "Tonight. My place. 7 o'clock." 

Tony whirled around. "Yeah?"


Gibbs grinned that crooked grin that never failed to send a jolt to Tony's groin and leaned over to rush a kiss over his lips. "Yeah."

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