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MY Five Acts/Themes
01. scars, tattoos, freckles, marks, etc.
02. angst & dark themes, but not without some sweetness/hope/positivity
03. apoc/post apoc/dystopias/etc.
04. travel, journeys, road trips and old motels, ghost towns, abandoned places, highways, trains, nomads
05. ghost stories/mysteries/supernatural occurances/unexplained or shared dreams/etc.
Fandoms & Pairings
The Vampire Diaries: Caroline/Stefan/Tyler, Stefan/Tyler, Katherine/Jeremy, Tyler/Elena, Caroline/Stefan, Elijah/Katerina, Elena/Tyler/Jeremy, Stefan/Klaus/Rebekah, Elena/Jeremy, Katherine/Tyler, Matt/Vicki, Tyler/Matt/Vicki, Elena/Tyler/Matt, Stefan/Katherine, Stefan/Klaus, Klaus/Rebekah
Lost: Claire/Jack, Claire/Jack/Sawyer, Alex/Richard
Haven: Duke/Audrey, Duke/Nathan
Lost Girl: Kenzi/Dyson, Hale/Dyson, Kenzi/Dyson/Hale
Revenge: Emily/Nolan, Emily/Jack, Emily/Nolan/Jack, Charlotte/Daniel, Declan/Jack
The Killing: Holder/Linden
Grey's Anatomy: April/Jackson, Jackson/Mark, Mark/Owen, April/Alex, Alex/Arizona, Arizona/Mark
Jericho: Eric/Jake
Firefly: River/Simon, Mal/Simon/River
Battlestar Galactica: Ellen/Sam, Sam/Tucker, Sam/Galen
The Pacific: Chuckler/Leckie
Dollhouse: Topher/Priya, Alpha/Echo, Mag/Zone
Fic Written
TBU
Fic Recieved
TBU
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Date: 2011-10-15 09:00 pm (UTC)elena/matt/tyler: trains, angst/hope. in two parts.
Date: 2011-10-17 04:22 am (UTC)This isn’t the first time she’s watched someone come back to life, and after everything she’s been through, she thinks it should feel almost routine. But her stomach jumps unpleasantly when Matt’s back arches off the floor as a series of painful coughs brings air circulating back into his system. It’s still awful, and weird, and agonizing to watch. It’s still supernatural, and she’s still a human, and she will never get used to death.
For a second, he’s totally lost. She sees his eyes slowly moving into focus as he orients himself, his mind walking back through his last waking moments—
He jerks upright, his eyes flashing terror and betrayal, pinning her to her seat with their anger.
“Elena,” he’s hoarse, trying to breathe in a body that’s changing, “what did you—I’m dead?”
“No, no Matt, it wasn’t me, she—”
“Katherine,” he cuts her off weakly, dropping back to the floor. “Yeah. Why not.” He chuckles bitterly. “I was asking for it, right?”
She doesn’t know what to say. It’s been a long time since she’s known what to say to him.
“He’s awake?” Tyler comes into their quiet compartment, just like awake means what it’s supposed to, and she remembers when this guy used to throw his fists and his ego around at the first sign of stress.
(She stops right there, with Tyler—it’s more painful to think of how and why her closer friends have changed.)
But at least the tension snaps. Matt’s a lot happier to see Tyler than he was to see her. Understandable, since his most recent memory is her lookalike ripping out his throat.
“Hey, man. How, uh—how’re you feeling?”
“Oh, you know,” and there’s that angry, resigned laugh again, the one Elena never heard until a year ago.
“Yeah. I do.”
And then she backs away slowly—all she can see when she looks at him, sprawled on the floor, pale grey and dead, is her old best friend, the football star, the guy she loved a little, once, and her heart doesn’t exactly break, not (never) again, but there’s an ache.
There’s always an ache.
She tugs down the shades of their windows instead of participating in the you’re-in-transition, must-do-xyz, you’ll-be-okay, these-are-your-options talk, pausing to stare at the cornfields speeding by. Chicago had seemed like a reasonable destination an hour ago, but now she’s psychologically slipping back into the world of the Salvatores, the world she stumbled upon and suffocated in, and did she make it out alive, really?
Not quite, she thinks.
“Elena?” Tyler interrupts quietly, and seriously, when did he become the most level-headed of everyone? “Do you—is it okay if—?”
“Of course,” and she snaps right back. She’s here now, with these two boys she still kind of knows, maybe trusts. (These vampires, actually. But, you know, been there done that.)
He takes her wrist in his fingers, and she watches his fangs as they bite into her, trying not to show that it really, really hurts. Tyler’s still new to this, still learning to not make such a mess.
Matt takes hold where Tyler lets go, and instead of watching his mouth she meets his eyes, and he looks straight at her, and God he’s scared. He’s scared and shaking and he doesn’t want this, but she keeps on looking. She won’t cry, not yet.
It only takes a touch of her blood on his lips, and then he’s choking again, sputtering. She drops to her knees and wraps him up, his head in her chest and again, Elena has been here with more than one vampire she’s loved.
She’s bleeding on his shirt, and it’s when he notices, shudders, that she knows it’s done.
Re: elena/matt/tyler: trains, angst/hope. in two parts.
Date: 2011-10-17 04:29 am (UTC)“No one’s coming in, right?” she looks at Tyler, still holding Matt, not wondering when he’ll make her let go.
“The conductor—he’s not letting anyone in.” Tyler slouches into a seat, oddly guilty. He’ll get used to it.
“Tyler, do you have—”
“Yeah.” He reaches into their bag, pulling out a plastic garbage bag. Elena can see the red saturating it from the inside. “It’s raccoon. Sorry man, not what you’re craving, but the best we can do.”
She thinks for a second, when Matt finally pulls away, that he might attack her. She recognizes that crazed, starved edge to his irises, knows it well. But it’s gone immediately, and she’s spared the trauma of having to be afraid of Matt, for now.
At this point, after losing them all, that would be just adding insult to injury, but still. She sits down and lets out the breath she never knew she was holding in, closes her eyes and sheds a tear or two as her heart begins to slow.
Matt spends two hours pacing the compartment manically, chewing and sucking through every dead mammal they’ve packed. He’s thinking of Vicki when he’s not thinking of blood. She and Tyler would be invisible, except he hasn’t learned to shut out the white noise yet. She knows he can hear her heart, her breath, her entire circulatory system.
She’s thinking of Vicki, too. She’s thinking of Vicki’s teeth ripping into her shoulder, Vicki’s vice-like fingers bruising her, Vicki’s face fading into textured grey.
Matt isn’t Vicki, he never was. She feels the ghost of Stefan’s fangs tearing into her neck and almost throws up. Matt isn’t—
“Elena, can you leave?” he suddenly asks, sharply. “I don’t want to hurt you,” a little more gently, “your wrist, I’m—I really can’t—”
She mumbles a quick “sure,” and darts out of the compartment, down towards the front of the train.
By the time she slides into a seat in a relatively vacant compartment, she’s dizzy. She takes a moment to rest her forehead against the cool window.
“She came after me, you know.”
Elena doesn’t even turn to acknowledge Tyler as he slides into the seat next to her. “Damon compelled me to forget, but it all came back after I turned.”
“Who?”
“Vicki. I think she’d probably just completed the transition. She attacked me in my car, and the Salvatores showed up to save my ass.”
She turns to look at him now. “Is Matt—wait, did you leave him alone?”
Tyler shrugs. “I compelled him to stay put.”
Her eyes widen, mouth opening slightly, before she puts two and two together. “Can all hybrids compel vampires, then?”
“I guess.”
“And you’re pretending it doesn’t bother you at all, to play with Matt's free-will?”
He sighs, almost rolls his eyes at her. “Yeah, I’m pretending. It looks like I’ve gotta keep it together, doesn’t it?”
She regrets bringing it up. “Sorry. I’ll be okay. I’m just, this is—it’s Matt.”
“He was the last one,” Tyler says, still looking at her. “Except you. You’re still human. You can get away, now that it’s over.”
Now it’s her turn to laugh incredulously. “I can’t go back. We all know that. Unless I’m some kind of liability to you two. Am I gonna slow you down?”
“We’re not exactly…in a hurry. If you wanna leave, you can. If you’d rather stay, I’m not stopping you.”
There’s something vaguely tempting about the idea of making a clean break from everything supernatural, but when she imagines going it alone, her stomach tightens and tears rise in her throat.
“You’re not stopping me. What about Matt?”
“He doesn’t wanna lose you. He’ll get through this.” His hand rests on hers, and she lets it. “He’s tough.”
“I know.” She turns her hand up and interlaces their fingers, and he’s even more surprised than she is at the gesture, but they stick with it and it slowly becomes comfortable. He’s the one who’s changed the most, and she thinks there’s probably more than Caroline behind it all.
Her head drifts to his shoulder, and he doesn’t stiffen, doesn’t give any indication that this has never been their relationship. “You don’t have to take care of me,” she tells him slowly.
“I’m not,” he assures her. “I need a friend as much as you do.”
She squeezes his hand, after a moment to reflect on that. “Matt needs us.” And they stand and return together.
Re: elena/matt/tyler: trains, angst/hope. in two parts.
Date: 2011-11-12 05:29 pm (UTC)city with no children, Richard/Alex--apoc, journeys, scars
Date: 2011-10-17 11:07 pm (UTC)City with no children.
I hope you like it! I've never written this pairing before so I'm a little nervous. *bites nails*
Wanderlust; Lost, Jack/Claire/Sawyer; road trips and old motels, R, 1/2
Date: 2011-10-21 07:09 pm (UTC)He likes the drier states better - Arizona , Nevada , New Mexico and so on - but they've done those already and they're into the places Claire wants to see in the Deep South . They've skirted around Tennessee though, because Sawyer has no wish to return there any time soon.
Jack favours the northern states - the ones with distinct seasonal changes - not that they've gotten to them yet, but they will.
Sawyer wonders how much of what they each choose is due to the places they know and dislike so well. He certainly doesn't make it a habit to revisit anywhere near his childhood if he can help it. Claire grew up in the warmth of Australia, so why she has so much interest in this part of the USA, Sawyer can't figure, although Jack's preferences are easier; California is entirely too sunny most of the year and the idea of snow satisfies the romantic in him.
Smiling around his cigarette at the thought of Jack's romanticism, Sawyer doesn't even hear Claire open the door behind him and he nearly jumps out of his skin when she speaks.
"I want to go north."
"Sure, Princess," he assents when he's pushed his heart back down his throat. "Jack up for that?"
"He is," Jack says from behind Claire, appearing in the doorway and wrapping his arms around her. He smiles softly at Sawyer and kisses Claire's cheek.
Claire places her hands on Jack's forearms and turns to kiss him properly. Sawyer feels a pang of something at the sight and blows out the last of the smoke in his lungs, crushing his cigarette underfoot.
"Let's say goodbye to this place in style before we leave," he says, smirking as he moves forward, directing them back inside the room. He shuts the door behind himself and gives them a sultry look, leaning against it.
Claire grins at him and shucks off her tank top on the way to the bed.
Sawyer slides his gaze from her laid out so prettily to his offsider. Jack's watching Claire too, and Sawyer can't resist the look in his eyes. He pushes off the door and comes up beside Jack, whispering in his ear, "She wants you."
Jack turns his head towards Sawyer slightly, but his eyes are on Claire. Sawyer puts a hand on Jack's shoulder and licks his earlobe, making him shiver. "Go on; what are you waiting for?" he murmurs from even nearer, adding another little lick for emphasis.
Wanderlust; Lost, Jack/Claire/Sawyer; road trips and old motels, R, 2/2
Date: 2011-10-21 07:09 pm (UTC)Sawyer hums into the kiss, running his fingers through Jack's short hair as he pulls him nearer and presses back against his leg. Jack shifts against him, increasing the friction, and Sawyer feels desire coiling through him so rapidly, he thinks if he doesn't get his pants off now, they'll have to do laundry before they leave.
Breaking the kiss, he looks at the wildness in Jack's eyes for a second, and then they're rapidly helping each other remove clothing, Claire almost forgotten in the rush.
A laugh from the bed draws their attention, and they both look at her, nearly surprised to see her there, completely naked and on hands and knees, grinning at them. "You boys," she says, shaking her head.
Sawyer has no idea what that means, but he remembers now why they're all together, the three of them. He quirks a smile at her and pushes Jack in her direction, manhandling him when he seems reluctant. "Can't forget our princess, Doc. Give her what she needs before she comes after you."
For some reason he won't analyse, Sawyer's still convinced Claire prefers Jack, and rather than have her confirm it, he pushes Jack forward so no one has to think about any of it.
Claire's smile widens as they reach the bed. "Need both of you," she says softly, backing up on the bed and indicating they should come either side of her.
Jack's eyes swivel to Sawyer like he needs to ask his permission. Sawyer's never been able to figure that one out, but he nods, knowing Jack won't move without it. Jack turns his expressive eyes on Claire and leans in to kiss her, while Sawyer makes himself comfortable on Claire's other side, stroking a hand down the silky skin of her thigh. She shivers under his touch, and deepens the kiss with Jack.
Sawyer can never get enough of seeing them together, no matter how he feels about each of them. He's not sure he could choose between them if forced, if he's honest, but he's pretty sure he knows who the others would consider the third wheel when all's said and done.
He'll forget that for now though, because he knows that when they move on this time, he'll still be with them, and that's enough for the present.
He'll deal with the rest when it happens.
Re: Wanderlust; Lost, Jack/Claire/Sawyer; road trips and old motels, R, 2/2
Date: 2011-11-12 05:36 pm (UTC)And I just felt so bad for sawyer in this but it weirdly felt right that he was the third wheel. (sorry Sawyer.) Poor guy.
I love this:
He's not sure he could choose between them if forced, if he's honest, but he's pretty sure he knows who the others would consider the third wheel when all's said and done.
He'll forget that for now though, because he knows that when they move on this time, he'll still be with them, and that's enough for the present.
Thank you so so much for writing these guys. It's been way too long. I'm sorry it took forever for me to get to this because GUH, gorgeous!
Re: Wanderlust; Lost, Jack/Claire/Sawyer; road trips and old motels, R, 2/2
Date: 2011-11-12 09:02 pm (UTC)Yeah, it's like he fits, but he's always slightly on the outer, or that's how I see it.
And you're welcome! Thank YOU too for the kind words. I'm so very glad you enjoyed it. *hugs*