22 posts tagged “random”

these are just some random rambling dribbly things i've been writing down lately. most don't make much sense. and yeah.... i'll TRY to section them all together with the characters involved. (I.E. whoniverse will be one color, heroesverse another, random al bits in green or something, etc.)

enjoy. :)

Doctor Who/Torchwood universe

The Alabaster bits.

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"You save the universe. Ran an intergalactic organization. And are currently on the run from said organization and you're... you're BLOGGING!"

"What?" he asked. "Jack and Martha get to blog whenever THEY save the universe. Why can't I?"

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"James?"

"Sorry Quincy. Did I wake you?"

"No," he said sleepily, turning on his bunk and burying half his face into his pillow. "I was just drifting is all."

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"Someday, it'll be the end."

"Don't talk like that Doc."

"I've only got 3 regenerations left Jack. And when the last one's come and gone, she'll have nowhere else to go. Our home is gone. She won't be much trouble. She'll lock down to one spot-"

"I have an idea," Jack said as a smile slowly spread across his face.

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"You have a sister," he said. "Half-sister really."

"Oh?"

Jack nodded. "Her name is Jenny. One day, you'll meet her."

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"Dad, there's something I need your help with."

"Yeah, make it quick," Jack said, slowing his running pace a bit. "I'm in the middle of something."

"Who's calling you at a time like this? Hang up and keep running!" the Doctor shouted back to him.

"I died," the voice on the other end said. "Twice."

"What?" Jack said, stopping dead in his tracks.

The Doctor skid to a stop. "Come on Jack! Goombas! Flaming turtle shells and rolling mushrooms! Deadly to the universe!"

"In a minute Doc!"

"We don't HAVE a minute!" the Doctor shouted back, throwing his arms in the air as he glanced down the corridor ahead of them.

"Okay," Jack said, ignoring the impatient Time Lord. "Is your face still the same?"

"Dad, what the hell-"

"Just answer the question."

"Yeah, but I don't see-"

"Good. Don't worry. It happens. Part of being an alien. Don't tell anyone. You'll be fine."

"But-"

"Gotta go. Running for our lives. Daddy loves you," Jack said, turning off the mobile and dropping it into his pocket.

"What was that about?! Come on!!!!"

Jack laughed, looking over his shoulder to see a giant mushroom with big enormous eyes rolling towards them. He took a few jogging steps before breaking into a full run. The Doctor took the cue and started running again.

When Jack caught up with the wiry man, he laughed. "You owe me a trip to the nearest pleasure planet!"

"What? Why? Who was that?"

"The kid died twice. Didn't regenerate. I win! You so owe me!"

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"Jack Harbourne. Writes The World That Wasn't book series."

"Those were pretty good," Gwen said.

"The hero is a nameless man called Traveler. And the villain, also nameless, called the Emperor."

"Sounds a little too close to home," Martha said, looking to Jack.

He knew that look. "Add that to the curiosities stack," he said at last.

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"Why aren't we pursuing this? He knows about things no one is supposed to-"

"Orders from higher up," Jack said.

"You ARE higher up. Or was it-"

"Martha. We leave the Harbournes alone. They're on the shortlist, understood."

"But-"

"Do not aproach. Don't even observe."

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"There was a story when I was young. One I was told over and over again. The story of a man who was fire and ice, and who burned like the sun at the center of Time. A noble lord who longed for nothing more than adventure and the vastness of space." He smiled down at the cup between his hands. "Gramps told me such stories. Stories, he said, I could never tell mum."

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"John? Is that you boy?"

He nodded. "All grown up," he said, glancing back at the door where he knew a younger self had left just hours before. "And oh what a tale I have to tell you."

"You found him. That Doctor and his blue box?"

Again he nodded and pulled over a chair. "I did. But that's not the story I want to tell. I've been out there, gramps. I've seen strange galaxies and alien worlds and so many wonderful, terrifying things..."

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"Oh this... This isn't natural," he said. "This is, well... It's supposed to be impossible."

"What Doc?"

"There's... Now, I'm ecstatic that I've found this, but at the same time, I'm severely concerned."

"Well?"

He took off his glasses for dramatic effect. Whether he knew this or not made little difference, because it worked. "This sample contains Time Lord DNA."

"What?!"

"More specifically, my Time Lord DNA." He nodded, back to all business. "I'm going to need more time to anylize the samples, but this is definately not supposed to happen."

"You got me pregnant?!?!" Jack shouted, suddenly angry, but could do little more than sit there with his slightly bigger than normal stomach. "I thought you said-"

"Well, it's not exactly a science, you know. Plus, we did have a lot to drink."

"You had ONE banana daqueri! ONE!!!"

"And you had 17 hypervodkas and a shot of tequila. I'm suprised you're not pissing straight alcohol."

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"This is how it ends," he said. "It's always been how it ends. No matter what we do..."

Quin grabbed his hand. "You did your best."

"I'm sorry."

The American smiled. "I wouldn't spend the end of the universe any other way," he said. "Now, fancy a cup of coffee before we march to our deaths?"

"Yes please. Two sugars with a bit of that hazelnut creamer."

"All we've got is black."

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"I know you..." she said. He nodded.

"It's me mum. It's your Johnny."

"My head," she whimpered. "It burns."

"It's okay mum. I'm here. Everything's going to be okay. I'm going to help you."

"John..."

He looked up at Wilf with a sad smile. "Next time you see me..."

The old man nodded. "You look after her, you hear. You take good care of my Donna."

"I will," he said, wrapping her in his greatcoat before lifting her up some.

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There was a flash. Brilliant and blinding in the central work area of the Hub. When it subsided, a man stood with weapon raised, aimed straight at his head.

"Help me!" he shouted as the woman in his arms, wrapped in his coat, screamed savagely.

"Who-"

"Commander Harkness!" he snapped. "Help me get this woman to a cryo unit!"

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"Roland, what the hell!" Jack shouted.

"I'm sorry," JJ said, emerging from the morgue. "I didn't know what else to do. There wasn't any time."

"You did this?"

"No," he said.

"Donna Noble died, kid. She died 40 years ago. And now you're telling me-"

"40 years?" he said, staring at him in confusion. "Wait... we time jumped? Shit. I'll have to get this thing looked at again. Trust John to fuck up anything he touches..."

"What happened?" Jack demanded.

"She remembered. She remembered everything. I had to get her frozen before we lost her for good."

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"Your skin is so cold..."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't be."

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"This is an altered world," he said. "One touched by the hands of gods, not men."

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"You and your companions," he said thoughtfully. "You're an odd lot. An angel, a demon, a mortal and... whatever you are."

The older man smiled and sipped his tea. "Is it so hard to believe? You're a walking corpse, married to an angel who, by the way did what no man should ever be able to do... twice. And you cavort with mortals all the time."

He nodded his defeat. "True. But your lot, you're different. I can't put my finger on it."

The other man continued to sip his tea. "We are bound by different rules than you and your's."

"How so?"

He grinned. "For one, we are more closely tied to this world than you are. We are more than what we seem, like you. However we can and do often die. God holds no power over us, because we serve no masters other than ourselves. Even Lucifer himself holds no sway in our dominion."

"Pagans," Al said at last with a nod of understanding. "And what dominion is that, may I ask?"

He set down his cup and wiped his mouth with one of the rather fancy looking cloth napkins on the table. "Purgatory, my old friend. Neither good nor evil. Only a state of perpetual balanced existence."

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"Dragons? Are you serious?"

"Is it really so hard to believe, Alabaster?"

"Now that I think about it.... YES!"

"And like being a demon prince from hell is much better?"

"Hey, at least I don't breathe fire," he replied.

"No. You just fuck anything that crosses your path."

"Oi! Not the girls!"

"Okay. Unless they're a girl."

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"Interresting..." the stranger said without lowering his sword. "I had not counted on another of my kind here."

"If I pull the trigger," Al said. "Will you get back up?"

"Yes."

"Which crown do you serve, swordsman?"

"I serve no crown," he spat out bitterly.

"Then I've no quarrel with you, sir." Al slowly lowered his weapon, but the stranger did not reciprocate.

"And you?" he said, pressing the blade's tip into his flesh. "Which crown do you kneal to?"

"I forfeit my crown, sir."

Navy eyes softened, and the sword was quickly sheathed. "My apologies, Lord-"

"No formalities," Al said, raising a hand. "Just call me Alabaster."

"Many like us I've cut down in my journeys. You are the first to encounter me and survive."

"There are others?"

He nodded. "Yes. But they are not of the peaceful mind. Most seek to destroy. Others... merely pawns of Lucifer's generals."

 

So, it's another Alabaster dribble. But it's a fresh one. That I wrote this morning/afternoon. It still has that new car smell.

Mmmm.... New Car.....

Anyway, they are a bit... sad. meh, more like bittersweet, i think.

They were all inspired by the following images:

Meh. Enjoy. n.n

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 "I... I can feel you," he whispered, timidly stroking his jet black cheek. "Everything you felt. The pain... the loss... and the little moments of joy. Hope, faith, doubts... Love. I can feel it all, inside my heart, and burning into my soul."
 The demon stared at him. But what Ty saw in his eyes were a mere moment of recognition. He only saw the animal, the beast now unchained, and wholly a creature of instinct.
 He felt a pang of loss weaving through the waves of joy. His best friend, the man he loved enough to suffer time and again the pain of death and rebirth, had given his life. No, more than that even. He had sacrificed his very soul for the sake of the human race...
 For him.
 He felt shame then. Washing over him abruptly. "I'm so sorry..." he said, his voice cracking as his hand slipped away and  his head dropped to stare down at the blood drenched clothes that clung to him. Tears, warm and bitter rolled down his cheeks. But he could not will them to stop.
 All of the knowledge, wisdom, and power of God at his command. And he could not keep from crying.
 There was a slight stinging at his chin, as a razor sharp claw tried gently to urge him to look upwards. Slight pressure. Barely a cut, barely a scratch. It felt more like a papercut. He knew, despite the irritation it caused him when it touched his skin that it was meant to be a kind, careful gesture.
 When his head lifted, and his eyes trailed up to meet the green gaze staring back at him in confusion, he noticed a thick, dark liquid forming along the bottom lids, building up at the corners and trickling oh so slowly down the hellfire heated cheeks. Crimson trails with crimson droplets were the only sign of this demon, this monster's sadness.
 And then, the monster, despite their shared tears, broke into a smile. And that smile gradually became a smirk as the demon reached up to try and stroke his hair, only to stop before he touched the golden locks and shake his head as if in laughter at his near-mistake.
 The soft flicker in the green eyes brought to mind a laugh. Sinister and amused at once. And though the demon did not speak, Tycen realized what the other had already known. That pull of emotion, tugging at his senses and his thoughts was a reminder. The realization that the man who had caused him so much heartache, and had made life worth living every time was not lost.
 He was still there, held within himself. No longer the shining knight he had strived so hard to be. No. Now, it was the Forever Man who needed protecting. He had become Tycen's secret treasure.
 Belial's smirk faded, and a frown came to his hideous features as he tilted his head. Green eyes stared at him in confusion. He did not understand what was happening to the human in his lap.
 It was the human's turn to smile, and give what small comfort he could as the familiar darkness began to settle in. The void between one world and the next that he knew so well beckoned to him.
 And for the first time, that blue-eyed soul knew that he wasn't going to be there alone.

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He didn't look at him as he tightened his belt, though he longed to burn the scene into his mind. The blond had not only reached 30, he had surpassed it by four years. And now lay stretched out on a pile of rags beside the dying fire. Thought it should have been a happy occasion, their union would not last. The morning brought with it a truth bittersweet.

"No matter what happens," he started, dropping down to fasten the buckles on his boots. "I'll will always love you. Have always loved you."

"Al, what are you saying?"

"I'm going to do it. I'm going to face them, and-"

"You don't know what will happen." He sat up, letting the thin blanket fall to his waist as he watched the relic of a man. "That much power... you know you can't handle it. You can barely keep a balance with yourself. It would kill you."

"I have to. I'm the only one that can," he said, about to rise to his feet again. But a gentle hand stopped him with a touch to his elbow.

"You said there's others like you. And then there's the angels. They could help us find another way. A way that doesn't involve you going on a suicide mission, and leaves us to run off together."

He smiled, turning his head at last to look at him. After a moment, he gave a soft chuckle. "That's a load of bullshit and you know it. We've exhausted all other options, Ty," he said. "For once, please just admit that I'm right."

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"I... have this gift, you see. I used to think it was a curse, but I know different now. It was my salvation."

"I don't understand."

"I can, I have saved damned souls by taking their sins away, taking them into myself. I used to have an actual system in place. Lots of paperwork. You should know, you were there. But then... there were others. More complex that required more... personal means of conduct."

He narrowed his eyes, puzzling it out before turning a faint shade of red. "Oh... So that's what you were calling it."

He nodded, his own cheeks turning a little pink. "It sustains me, the power of sin. It's what makes me immortal. Allows me to survive. The more I take in, the more I devour, the stronger I become. But I change," he said, casting his eyes away. "There's something inside me that grows powerful, too. Each time I take in more, the hunger grows. And now, it's unbearable. I lose myself, and it consumes me."

"You're becomming like them. One of those... creatures. The Legion."

Al sighed, propping himself up on his elbows as he let his head fall back to stare up at the stars. He had forgotten how beautiful such a sight was. It was calming, serene. But such emotions did not comfort him now. There were things he needed to say, to explain, just in case when the deeds were done, and the dustclouds settled... Tycen would understand what had happened to him, and why he may have to do the unthinkable.

"Al?" he asked, shifting to lay on his side, a nimble hand sliding across the immortal's exposed abdomen. Fingertips tracing scars over a lifetime old. "You know how to stop it, right? You've gone for 2000 years keeping it under control. Why can't you-"

"In the past, I've had friends, even a family. They gave me hope, and strength. And I could keep the balance, knowing that they believed in me, and cared for me. I wanted more than anything to keep them safe. They gave me a reason to keep the demon chained."

He leaned in close, pressing his lips against Al's shoulder with a sigh. "What about me?"

He smiled, turning his head and returning the affection with a light kiss to the younger's forhead. "Strawberries," he said, shifting his weight so that he too was on his side, facing the 34 year old.

"What?"

"You taste like strawberries."

"That's hardly the thing to say at a serious time like this."

"Is it?" he said, smirking and draping an arm over Tycen's side, pulling the mortal against him. "I crossed radioactive continents. Eight different wars, five of them with only one eye and a chunk of shrapnel in my lung. I've had people standing right next to me one minute, and the next they've got a bullet in their brain. Vampires have tried to use me as their never-ending food source. And I've taken a walk around the moon without a space suit." Al smiled, and it was a mischevious one. "And all the while, the one thing that kept me going was that maybe, just maybe, I might find that person that always made me think of strawberries every time I was lucky enough to get a taste."

Tycen laughed, pressing his forhead against the other man's shoulder and shaking his head. "You and your stories. You always have to make things sound so dramatic. News Flash Al, you're not the center of the universe."

He couldn't help but join his laughter. "But it's true though," he said between breaths. "You do taste like strawberries."

As the pair fell into another fit of laughs, the darkness of Al's thoughts receeded. Replaced by the smile on his lover's lips and the warmth found in his large blue eyes as he took him again beside the fire.

The grim discussion was put off in favor of comfort and solace in one another's arms. But as he listened to the blond's breathing later in the night, he knew the dawn would find them, and force him to explain himself in full.

so, due to the fact i had nothing better to do while waiting with my mom in the ER, i pulled out my notebook and began to write random dribbles wherein me and my rp friends (some of them whom i no longer rp with at all) ended up being somehow turned into their 11-12 year old selves, and end up at Hogwarts as first years, while Harry Potter and the gang are in their 5th year.

this is what came of it...

enjoy.

also, this will not make ANY sense whatsoever.

oh! and ALSO..... there is no specific chronological order here. so don't worry if you get confused. n.n

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things to note: Randy, Tyler, Sam, Ryan, and Al were all turned into younger children, yet retain their adult mindset, which of course will get them into trouble. the corresponding ages are:

Al - real age 33, new age 12

Sam - real age 32 (to start with), new age 11 (to start with)

Tyler - real age NA (died at 29 i believe, but mentally he's around 31?), new age 11

Ryan - real age NA (possibly around 30 or 31, but definately younger than Tyler by a bit, and younger than the others), new age 11

Randy - real age 31, new age 11

so, some acts that are not "kosher" for children are alluded to or actually interrupted (most likely by Ginny or Hermione) are in the opinion of the author perfectly fine as long as they happen amongst Al, Sam, Tyler, Randy, and Ryan since technically all five of them are over the legal age of consent... just putting that out there.

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 What did he ever do to deserve this? He asked himself that numerous times over the last few weeks. At least he could see again. That was a positive sign, so they told him. But judging by what he saw, he doubted that.
 "Al! Stop running around naked!" Randy shouted, grabbing him by his shaggy black hair long enough to force a robe on him at least.
 Sam muttered under his breath as he smacked his head against the table with a loud crack. And Tyler... Well... He seemed to be coping with their unusual situation rather well, all things considered.
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 "...This is not what I had in mind when I decided to go through my mid-life crisis early..." Sam muttered as Al finally settled down. Bribed with cake and bacon of course.
 Zeke smirked. "Finally, I am taller than Sam. This has been an excellent day."
 "How long until this all wears off and we're back to normal?" Tyler muttered.

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 "Samuel Devlin."
 He rolled his eyes and dragged his feet as he went up to sit in the chair. The talking hat dropped on his head, and it began to mutter to him.
 "Hrm... You don't like books so Ravenclaw isn't for you... And what's this?... Odd... You don't like school either, but Gryffindor is definately not for you... You're misunderstood, but you'll try to bite the first Hufflepuff that smiles at you..."
 "Get on with it, asshole," Sam replied darkly.
 "No doubt about this one," the hat replied sarcastically. "Slytherin!"
 "Totally called that one," Tyler said to Randy, who dropped a few gold pieces into his hand.
 "Alabaster Willem."
 "Looks like I'm next," he said with a grin, pinching Tyler's back, then Randy's as he passed by to take his turn in the chair.
 He plopped down, grabbed the hat, and put it on his head. "How do I look?"
 The hat grumbled at him in annoyance as Al adjusted it on his head.
 "Mr. Willem, please put your hands in your lap," McGonagll said insistantly.
 "That's not a good idea!" Sam called from the table of Slytherins.
 The hat continued to grumble. "You like to read trashy novellas," the hat said. "But not anything of use. No Ravenclaw for you, young man... You're too odd even for Hufflepuffs, I hate to admit. Tricky tricky..." it muttered.
 "If you take any longer, I'm gonna 'ave 'ta wear ye 'round school till ye figure this bullshit out."
 "Mr. Willem!" the professor snapped. "You will watch your language."
 "Yeah yeah..." he muttered.
 "You'd make a good Slytherin, that's obvious. But that last one's a trouble maker by himself. Let's not put you in the same house as him."
 "Please? I promise I'll behave."
 "Not likely," the house replied. "Gryffindor!"
 Randy and Tyler both sat with their mouths hanging open. "Well," Ryan chimed. "Nobody saw that comming, did they?"
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 Sam stumbled down the stairs, feeling around with one hand while holding his shorts up with the other. He wasn't keen on how big they were, but this early in the morning, he didn't care. First order of business after the bathroom... food. And coffee. If he could sneak the non-decaf past Al that is.
 Trodding across the hardwood, barefoot of course, his ears perked up at the sound of someone in the livingroom as he passed. "Al, you up?"
 Stupid question. He'd left him curled up naked at the foot of the bed like some kind of dog.
 It couldn't have been the twins. They hardly ever surfaced before 3PM at the earliest. Unless Eli had to work. Nessa then?
 No. He wasn't hearing the constant keyboard typing.
 Didn't matter. Food first. Then he would worry about burglers.
 He pushed his sunglasses up on his face before feeling around on his way to the kitchen.
 What he found was something he hadn't been expecting. The smell of freshly fried bacon. And someone just barely tall enough to work the stove.
 "What the hell?!"
 The boy squeaked, jumping back from the stove and the frying pan as if he'd been burned by grease. Sam got a good view of his face. Which didn't register on him right away. Something else did though...
 "WHAT THE FUCK! YOU'RE DEAD!"
 "OH MY GOD! YOU CAN SEE!"
 They were silent, staring at each other a moment before Sam blinked, and slowly realization hit him. Yes, he really could see.
 "Just what I fucking need. Another goddamn corpse in my kitchen."

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 "Randalph Harrison."
 She had just barely put the hat on his head before it began to speak to him.
 "Oh you're an odd one. Very bright. Booksmart you are. And very loyal... But you're deceptively cunning, too. Where to put you... where to put you..." it said softly, trying to make up it's mind. "Oh, what's this? I see..." it muttered. "HUFFLEPUFF!" 

 "Christopher Sedgwick."
 Tyler pushed his way forward, much to the surprise of his friends. Timidly, he sat in the chair, and the hat was put on his head. It was silent for a long moment before it began to speak.
 "...Oh... You're a strange one... Similar to your friends I see. But different... This isn't your first time being sorted... Another name comes to mind. Another time. Hufflepuff you were sorted into before. But much has changed. You're wiser than you were back then. Driven some could say..."
 His friends looked on, and the two red heads, identical Al noticed, were muttering amongst their friends about how long it was taking.
 "This is the longest I've seen the hat take," one said.
 "Since Harry got sorted his first year," finished the other.
 The hat went silent, considering the revelations it was picking up from the student beneath it. "Now that's interresting... A Gryffindor loyalty. With a splash of Slytherin cunning. No doubt things you've picked up along the way... But I think you'll do your best in... RAVENCLAW!"

 The hat didn't even touch the top of Ryan's head before it was already speaking. "You're completely insane," it said, not even having touched him before it shouted where he was to be sorted. "HUFFLEPUFF!"

 "Well then, guess we're not bunkmates anymore," Al said with a smirk.
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 "Ye gods these robes're itchy as hell," Al complained, pulling his off and dropping it on the seat beside him.
 Sam rolled his eyes, staring out the window of their compartment.
 Ryan, who's feet didn't even hope to touch the ground, was kicking said feet in bordem.
 "I think we should be focusing on how to get out of this predicament," Randy suggested, reading through one of the tomes he had picked up in Diagon Alley while Al had been busy arguing with the owner of the shop about the lack of books he had dubbed "Porn Without Pictures."
 "Besides," he continued. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I really don't want to go through puberty again. The first time was embarrasing enough. There were feathers everywhere. So many feathers..."
 Sam laughed, and it was a strange, `squeaky sound. "What the hell are you, a fucking bird?"
 Tyler had been conspicuously quiet since they had boarded the train. Which, wasn't much of a difference to how he had been before. But when the treats cart came by, his eyes lit up and he bought an arm load of enchanted chocolate goodies.
 "Oi! What about the rest of us!" Al exclaimed when Tyler had refused to share.
 Sam gave off that same squeaky laugh. "You don't need any more sweets. Your ass already takes up most of the seat!"
 Al turned and punched him hard in the arm with a growl.
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 "I wonder if I'm still undead," he mused, looking up from his potions homework.
 Sam smirked. "We could always test that theory," he said, his pre-teen face giving his wolfish grin a slightly more manic appearance than usual. "I read in one of my DADA books about a killing curse. It sounds promising."
 "I'm in the same class. It's not in the-"
 "I didn't say it was in the text book, jackass. It was in one I swiped from the restricted section."
 Al considered this for a moment. He'd heard rumors about one of his housemates and a killing curse. And he'd asked Tyler about it since he spent most of his time researching and reading anyway. "We gotta be careful though," he said at last. "It's s'posed to be one that'll get us kicked out."
 "Plus, if it works and you die, they'll think it was that Voldy-something or other that did it anyway."
 Al nodded. "Worth a shot. And if it doesn't work, would make for one hell of a practical joke on the guys."
 And that's how Sam and Al received their very first detention after testing out their idea unintentionally during the Halloween Feast five days later.
 It was much to many students', and some of their instructors' suprises that the pair had managed to last a month and a half before landing into detention. However, it was no suprise that the act which had earned it for them was something they had done together.
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 "Oh ho. Pureblood. Wouldn't have known that by looking at you boy... Ironic isn't it?... But where to put you? A natural trouble maker. With a touch of hidden loyalty... but you have father issues, that you do. And a pessimist too. SLYTHERIN!"
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 "Where have you been? Curfew-"
 "Fuck the curfew," Al said quite happily. "I just had me a good-"
 Randy clamped his hand over Al's mouth with an embarrassed smile. "Don't mind him. We had an accident in Charms today, and he's unable to stop talking before he speaks. Unfortunately, it's so strange and bizzare that we don't know how to cure him of it. So we were told to wait and let it wear off on its own."
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 "So..." Al said.
 "We're stuck like this. Indefinately," Sam muttered, letting his head fall forward and smack his forhead on the table with a loud crack. "I hate my life. Again."
 "Look on the bright side," Ryan said dreamily. "At least we're all together and relatively healthy."
 Tyler stared at him a long moment before shaking his head. "Someday, I'm going to obliviate this entire experience from my mind and hide among the muggles again."
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 " 'Christopher Sedwick'? " Al asked, giving his oldest friend a strange look.
 Tyler sighed. "Well... technically... yeah. At least, I think. I'm not sure. I've been reading up on the subject of reincarnation recently and-" He cut himself off and sighed. "You must think I'm losing my marbles."
 Al smiled kindly at him, which made him seem even more innocent than he truly was. He put a hand on his arm gently. "Listen mate," he said. "Ye know ye can always talk ta me 'bout crazy shit, yeah. I mean, look at me, I don't even know if I'm ever gonna be older than 12 again. Undead aging problem, remember?"
 He laughed softly to himself, indeed remembering his friend's predicament. "Well," he said. "There's this one concept that seems to get glossed over in all the books I've found. Well, except a few from the mug- I mean, from 'our' proper world. Most of these books here are just on the theory, not the actual... well, reality of it. And they just briefly mention the case of a 'walk-in'. I mean, I died, remember. Not that long ago, right?"
 He nodded. "Round two, three years ago. Yeah," he said.
 "So how can I be here, if I'm dead? This is an 11 year old body, Al. I didn't regress like you guys, but I didn't grow up to match either. I think something might have happened to the real Christopher, and somehow I got mixed up and sort of ended up here by accident."
 "So... lemme follow this," the raven haired boy replied. "What yer sayin is that it's like a revolvin door er a turnstile, right?"
 "What?"
 "Y'know. Like, one person's tryin ta go out the door, yer tryin ta go in. So, one of ye hops in one side of the door thing, the other guy hops in the other side, and ye just kinda push the door in a circle, right. An then yer inside an he's outside."
 It took him a moment to follow the logic. After all, Al tended to have strange analogies in his version of understanding. Which meant his logic wasn't always sound nor made much sense. After a bit, he nodded. "Yes. Something like that. Only in this case it's not a door, it's a body."
 "I think I get it," he said, leaning back in his chair and considering the idea a moment longer. "An ye think this is what happened? Like, ye was reincarnated, but not in the usual fashion of jus bein popped out of some lady's gut?"
 "That's the basic idea." He'd forgotten how dense his friend truly was. For someone who understood life and death in strange ways, Al definately wasn't able to grasp the more outlandish concepts. "But don't tell the others. Not just yet," he said.
 "I swear it, on me honor, yeah."
 This made him laugh quietly again. "Your honor? Since when did you have honor, you crossdressing manwhore," he snickered.
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 "They're definately a strange bunch," Hermione commented.
 Ron nodded. "Since when did Slytherins hang out with anyone else but themselves anyway?"
 Ginny smiled. "Does it even matter?"
 "What? You got a crush on that scraggly one?" Ron asked, and he certainly wasn't amused. "I won't allow it."
 Hermione giggled. "I don't think he's your type Ginny," she said. "After all, have you seen the way he leers at that Ravenclaw?"
 "You don't mean..." she said in astonishment. Hermione nodded. And the two girls broke into a gigglefit.
 Ron cast Harry a look of horror and confusion, but mostly horror. "Save me," he said. "These girls won't stop."
 Harry joined in their laughter, not even knowing what it was about. But judging from the look Ron gave him, it must have been really something.
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 Randy sighed, gathering up the feathers tangled up in his bedsheets for the eighth morning in a row. "I can't wait until we get this mess sorted out," he said to Ryan. "I don't think I can take much more of this molting."
 "At least you'll have enough for a pillow soon," he said, kicking his feet as he watched from his bed. "Two in fact. Could you make me one?"
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 "Mr. Willem! Mr. Devlin! Stop putting charms on Mr. Potter's robes!"
 "What?" Al whined. "I just wanted to see if all the rumors were true!"
 Sam stifled a snicker. It wasn't the first time he'd let Al's big mouth take the fall for him.
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 "Nocturne Alley? You do know what they say about-"
 "Oh shut it," Al said. "They have some kick ass shops down yonder. Like this one place, makes a hell of a lot better wands than that Ollivander bastard."
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 Dumbledore's Army. Now that looked promising. Plus, Sam surmised, he really didn't have anything better to do since the others had decided to actually focus on their homework lately.
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 "Must you transfigure everything into KFC?"
 "What?" he said, licking his fingers. "Those damn house elves don't make fried chicken with the right signature spices I like. Plus, this is deep fried death and heaven at the same time. I WILL NOT BE DENIED!"
 Al blinked, staring at him before taking his bucket of chicken away. "Oh no ye don't," he said in the slightly mothering tone he had used so often on him. "I'm not goin through all that heart trouble mess with ye again."
 "But Al..." he whined.
 "No."
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 He stood back and watched the others practice for a while.
 "Come on, you next Sam," Ginny encouraged, giving him a slight push. It wasn't the first time. She'd been on him all evening about joining in.
 Al strode out from the group across the room, his wand in its holster on his wrist.
 Sam smiled, slightly manic looking before nodding. "I think I will," he said, taking up the opposite end of the hall.
 "This is going to end in tears," Tyler said to himself with a sigh, pinching between his eyes.
 "Oh ho?" Al said, smirking. He looked like a geek when he did that.
 "Prepare to get your ass whipped," Sam said, returning the smirk as he pulled out his basilisk wand.
 "Stupefy!" they shouted at the same time, wands out. Their attack hit in mid air.
 "Stupefy!" they shouted again.
 This went on five more times before finally they both went flying backwards, still shouting and flinging it at each other despite the fact they were flying through the air into a good hard fall.
 "I'm gonna borrow this for a sec." Tyler couldn't take it anymore and grabbed Ryan's wand. Holding out both his and Ryan's he shouted out at them both from the crowd on his side of the room. "Stupefy!"
 The pair of trouble makers landed on the ground with a combined grunt and a whine.
 "Stop having pissing contests before you hurt yourselves! The both of you!" he snapped at them, and when both got to their feet again, they rejoined their respective sides of the room with their heads down.
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 "Expecto Petronum!" Sam shouted, flicking his wand. From the stream of light that burst forth, a cat jumped out, chasing a ball of string.
 "Well that's just weird," Ron said. "Who conjours a ball of string with their's?"
 Hermione shrugged. It was the first she had ever heard of it.
 But not to be outdone, Al pulled out his wand.
 "Oh god, here we go again," Tyler intoned, which seemed to have become his mantra whenever the pair were together.
 Swishing his wand about, Al shouted. "Expecto Petronum!"
 And out popped the most adorable chihuahua anyone had ever seen.
 "Awwwww! Look at it! It's so cute!" Ginny cooed.
 Tyler stared at it for a long moment before looking at Al. Now that was a scary thought indeed. Such a tiny little dog for such an imposing person?...
 Then he noticed it was acting a little... odd.
 "No! How do you turn this thing off!" Al shouted, swishing his wand about as his little doggie chased Sam's cat around while yapping loudly.
 "Drop the wand! Drop the wand!" Sam was shouting.
 Tyler stared as Ryan and Randy giggled amonst themselves.
 "Eye bleach! Eye bleach!" Ron shouted, covering his eyes.
 And so it was decided that Sam and Al would never be allowed to cast their Petronums at the same time, or even in the same room. As they tended to... do very rude things to one another.
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 "You're so weird," Ginny said, walking with him. "For a first year, I mean."
 He shrugged. He may have been 12, but since he'd never been to Hogwarts, let alone a magic school before, he, like Sam, had been stuck with the younger crowd.
 "Eh. There's always gotta be an odd ball in the house I guess," he replied with a grin, scratching the back of his neck.
 "So is it true? Did you really flirt with Malfoy?"
 He stared at her for a moment before laughing. "Nah. He's not really my type."
 Her eyes widened. "So you really DO like-"
 "Shh..." he said, hushing her. "Don't get too loud. I don't need the whole damn school knowin, alright."
 She nodded, looking around before speaking again, this time in a hushed tone. "So who was it?"
 "What?"
 "Which Slytherin were you flirting with?"
 "Yer gonna laugh," he said.
 "Promise I won't."
 "Yeah ye are."
 "I will not!"
 "Shhh!" he hissed at her.
 "Right," she said, giving a nod. "But you've got to tell me. I promise, not a word to anyone."
 "Especially Ron?"
 She nodded. "Especially Ron."
 "...Sam Devlin."
 "Oh my god," she managed to exclaim quietly. "Really? I didn't think he..."
 "He is. And, tell ye a secret, I know three other blokes too."
 "You don't mean..."
 He nodded. And her suspicions had been confirmed.
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 So the story goes...
 Al has a crush on Sam, who's Ryan's older half-brother, who has a crush on Tyler, who's Randy's fraternal twin brother, and the pair of them are second cousins with Al.
 So the story goes.
 But only one man knows the truth.
 And his name is Albus Dumbledore.
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 "Well... one year of Hogwarts done, six more to go apparently."
 Tyler sighed. "I was hoping you wouldn't say that. Hearing it out loud is discouraging."
 "I heard they're testing out the co-ed program at the Salem Institute," Al said. "Could always go into the exchange program, even though we're all Americans."
 "Everyone but you," Sam reminded him. "You have to go back to Dublin."
 "Nuh uh. Nessa's living at the Manor now, remember. At least until we get this mess sorted out."
 "You mean until we grow up," Tyler said. "Again."
 "Hey, at least this time you might make it to thirty," Al said cheerfully, which had the opposite effect.
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 Tyler and Randy spent much of the summer pouring through volumes upon volumes of various family histories, trying to discover any clue as to what had happened to them and why. Apparently, Sam was a pureblood as far as the wizarding world was concerned, and Al only a half-blood.
 Whereas Tyler "Christopher", Randy, and Ryan were all muggle-born.
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 "A plague," Tyler concluded.
 Al's eyes grew wide in panic. Sam chuckled.
 "More specifically," Randy supplied. "A curse. And not a simple one either. This one's old, hundreds of years in fact. Al, you'd know this one. Remember back in highschool in English we were reading Romeo and Juliete?"
 He nodded. "Yeah. But I don't see what this has to do with-"
 " 'A plague o're both your houses.' " Tyler quoted. "Mercutio, Romeo's best friend."
 Again, Al nodded. "But I still don't see-"
 "It's based on a true story. Tristan and Isolde. But... let's put this into terms we'll all recognize. Capulets and Montegues," Tyler said. "Sam and Al, you'll be the basis for this. Sam is the Capulets, while Al, you're the Montegues."
 "So where does that leave you three?"
 "I'm getting to that," he said. "Since we lack a Juliette-"
 "Okay, wait. It'd make more sense if I was Romeo, and Sam was the Prince. See, that would make you Juliete. Cause Romeo stole Juliet from the Prince."
 Tyler blinked, then blushed fiercely at his logical deduction.
 "So where does that leave me and Randy?"
 "Well, if we incorporate Al's oddly timed and rather insightful logic, that would make Randy... hrm... Rosaline. Yes, Rosaline."
 Randy nodded appreciatively. "Since I was in an official relationship with Romeo here first, and in the story, Romeo pines after Rosaline before meeting Juliet."
 Tyler nodded. "So now, we have the problem of Ryan."
 "Hey! I'm not a problem!"
 "Wait wait wait a minute here," Sam interrupted. "Romeo dies in the story. As we can clearly see, Al is very much alive."
 "Not quite," Tyler said. "He's undead. And he died before Juliet. Considering Al's condition when we met him, he is very much dead."
 "Undead," Al corrected him with a grumble.
 Tyler sighed, rubbing his temple. "For the sake of explanation, let's just say you're dead, alright. It'll make this much easier to comprehend."
 "Alright, fine," he said, crossing his arms over his chest with a groan.
 Tyler rolled his eyes. Randy nodded. Ryan wasn't paying attention at this point.
 "Okay, the main characters. So Romeo died first. Al died before all of us. Juliet died second, I was the first to our knowledge to die after Al. Depending on which version you're looking at, the Prince would also die, but he's a minor character so it's a moot point by then. In other versions, he lives. So, Sam's still alive, he's the Prince. Randy's still alive, so he's Rosaline who we never actually see, on account of him officially dating Al first. And since Ryan clung to Al all the time, and was always jealous of the rest of us that makes him..."
 "Tybalt!" Sam shouted cheerfully. "Who gets shot in the head!"
 "No," Al said. "He gets shot in the chest."
 "I thought it was the side," Randy supplied.
 Tyler threw his hands in the air. "I give up. Ryan is Mercutio, alright."
 The three others considered this for a moment, then turned to stare at their fifth wheel. "So... he's to blame?"
 "Maybe. Maybe not. But there's definately a plague, I mean curse, on both your houses."
 "So how did you guys get mixed up in this?"
 "Well..." Tyler began, and Randy jumped in.
 "See, what happened is we traced back as far as we could all of our family trees. Sam's was the worst because we only had his mother's side, and not his real dad's," he said. "But, as far as we can tell, and this is going to sound gross and odd at the same time. Somewhere way back in history, my ancestors and Tyler's original ancestors were related. I came off a branch from a daughter, he came off a branch from a son. Ryan and Sam's ancestors have the same issue. You're suprisingly not related to us in any way. Which is kinda good, I suppose, but not really. See, your line is related to Ryan and Sam's by marraige only, and it was an arranged one too. Thus officially and legally binding your family trees. So, sleeping with Ryan is a very, and I stress this VERY distant form of incest."
 Sam stared at him a moment, then looked at Al. And the pair blinked at each other. "Well," Al said at last. "At least that explains where Eli and Zeke got that gene from."
 "Hey! You're the one that made a move on me!"
 "As if! You drunkard shoved your hand down my trousers!"
 "You shoved my smokes down there!"
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 "So, now that we kind of maybe have an idea of what caused this mess, is there any way to reverse it?"
 "Unfortunately... we haven't worked that part out yet."
 Randy nodded in agreement.
 "I swear to GOD if I don't finish puberty soon I'm going to kill every one of you! Starting with Ryan and working my way through to Al!"
 "On the plus side," Randy offered. "We can completely embarrass our children by telling them what to do in public."
 "This is true," Sam said, stroking his hairless chin.
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 "I heard some kid tell the first years you've got the Dark Mark."
 Al stared at her. "What?"
 "Is it true?"
 "Why do you always ask me that? Is this rumor true? Is that rumor true? Gods Ginny, you sound like a broken record."
 "Well, is it?"
 He sighed, pulling up the sleeves of his robes and showing her his collection of tattoos. "Do you see any of them moving?"
 "Oh my god... there's so many of them..."
 "Not all tattoos are the sign of the Dark Lord," he muttered, letting his sleeves fall back down.
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 "You're really powerful for firsties," he said. "Probably better than Potter."
 "I wouldn't say that," Sam said. Though, he didn't believe his own words. "We just practice a lot. Picking up bits and pieces here or there."
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 "What are they up to..."
 "Spies maybe?"
 Ron nodded. "I heard Al's got the Mark."
 "He does not," Hermione said, then turned to Ginny. She seemed to be the only one who ever got information out of their housemate. "Does he?"
 She chewed her lip. "Well..." she said. "He's got lots of tattoos..."
 "See! He does!" Rony exclaimed.
 "He does not. He showed them to me himself. None of them are the Dark Mark. Most of them are in latin though. But I couldn't decipher it."
 "Can you remember any of them?" Hermione asked, intrigued. "I might be able to translate-"
 "I promised I wouldn't try. He says they're protection spells his mom put on him when he was a baby. Says that Hogwarts is dangerous, and she wants to make sure he makes it out alive."
 "I don't think he IS alive," Harry said. "He got up after being hit with an AK."
 "Maybe it was his charm things," Hermione said. "Protecting him. After all, your mum's love protected you. Why not him too?"
 "I don't think it works like that, Mione," Ron said.
 "Wow, Ronald Weasley actually had a thought," Hermione teased.
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 "Al, you can't just invite random people over. It's-"
 "Come on Sam! It's the summer! And it's only for a month! You know how horrible Harry's relatives are! And besides, I think Fred and George would have tons of fun here!"
 Sam sighed. When Al was in that mood, he knew it was best to just let him have his way.
 "Alright, but you're explaining why we sleep in the same room on the same bed."
 "Fine fine," he muttered.
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 "Okay, a few ground rules," Al said. "One, there won't be any wand magic in this house. Or in this area. Despite how open minded we Americans are about that sort of thing, it'd be best not to draw too much attention to ourselves. Anything that doesn't requite wands is perfectly fine," he said, then looked straight at Ginny. "And no sneaking around upstairs with the invisibility cloak."
 "But-"
 "Trust me," Tyler said. "It's REALLY not a good idea."
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 "Whoa... You all live in this big house by yourselves?" Ron said, looking at the back of the Manor.
 Sam nodded.
 "Yup," Al beamed. "And there's still room enough for more."
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 "Ezekiel James Devlin! You get your head out of the oven NOW!" Al shouted, causing the young adult to stand upright, despite the fact that the voice yelling at him was in that awkward squeaky pitch of a teen.
 "Whoa..." Ron said, munching on a piece of toast.
 Al grabbed Zeke by the ear and dragged him out of the kitchen, much like Ron's own mother did to him at times.
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 "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Hermione exclaimed, turning and rushing out into the hall as Sam fell onto the floor.
 Sam flailed in a mess of sheets. "Don't you people ever knock!"
 "Fuckin 'ell! I told you to charm the door!" Al shouted at him.

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She sat on the bench, swinging her legs and toying with a bit of lace stained red. A smile on her face as she hummed to herself the lullaby her dad used to sing her to sleep with. Blonde pig tails askew, smears of dark red across her cheeks.
Her mum was in the next room. An officer stood nearby, keeping an eye on the pretty little girl in her Sunday best. Her step-father had come and taken her brother home. Humming to herself, she looked so innocent and calm.
The door to the other room opened, and she didn't lift her head. Pale little hands dropped the lace of her dress and went to her mouth as she used her teeth to scrape the now dried blood from under her nails.
Her mother was talking in a language she didn't understand. But from the corner of her green eyes she could see the looks on faces as the adults filed out of the office.
"Stop biting your nails," her mother hissed, grabbing one of her hands roughly.
She jerked her hand back and wiped it on her dress. It had been so pretty when the nanny had dressed her just five short hours ago.
She waved to the officer as she followed her mother down the hallway, then skipped ahead with a giggle. Outside, she spun in a circle, watching delighted as the skirts of her dress flared out then settled back down around her legs. But her brief moment of joy was cut by her mother's barking for her to get into the car.
She did as she was told with a sigh, sitting in the back seat and buckling herself in.
"When we get home, you're going to clean up and go straight to your room," her mother said from the front seat as they pulled out of the parking lot.
She smiled and nodded, turning her head to look out the window.
"What posessed you to stab an elderly man in the stomach? Now, we have to move. Again. Of all the things-"
"Bastard want'd ta touch me naugh'y place," she said, turning her head back to look at her mother's reflection in the rearview mirror. "Da said ta look after meself, so I was jus doin what I was told."
"You're lucky the chief inspector is on your father's payroll," Randy snapped angrily. "Otherwise, I think I might let them lock you up so you'll learn your lesson."
The 10 year old just smiled and turned her head again to stare out the window, humming to herself her favorite lullaby.

 "I know you are there, sir."
 The statement caught the old soldier by surprise. He turned his head to look at the child, her grey eyes staring out, blinking, as if she might could defy her handicap and see him through the shadows.
 She stood with the moon at her back, casting her in a glorious silver light. "Tell me, what are you, sir?"
 "A soldier," he replied, stepping back quietly as she began to aproach, her hands feeling around the garden as she walked, barefoot in the grass.
 "Soldiers have passed through here before," she said, stopping just a few feet from him. "But you, sir, are something else. What are you, sir, that walks beside us in the dark?" She turned her head, her blinded eyes seeming to stare right through him in the darkness. "You are different from the others."
 "I'm just a soldier," he said. "Nothing more."
 "Why do you continue to lie, sir?" she asked, her voice as if a sweet melody.
 "I do not lie."
 "You are drowining in lies... telling and retelling until you've become what you have told the world you are."
 He was silent, stepping backwards. But with each step of his, she took two until she stood before him, her fingertips touching his old leather coat.
 "But I see what you are sir," she said.
 He looked down at her. So small, so fragile. So helpless. "What am I, then, child?"
 "A beast, roaring and raging across the land with a hole in your heart so large nothing can fill it. Wounded... so lonely... An animal once tamed now wild and savage."
 "I could make you scream... Wrap your body around me and wear you like a second skin," he said, his voice thick with the blood thirst, with the hunger for death.
 She smiled, her sightless eyes turned up to him as if she were looking into his face. "Of you, I am not afraid, sir," she replied, pressing her body close and resting her cheek against his stomach.
 "Why not, when you know I might not let you live?"
 "Because despite your nature, you are a kind man. A generous man. And I know you, sir, do not dine on girl-child's flesh. For only boys older than I are what you crave."

 "Daddy, I have a question."
 "Yeah?" he said, stirring the pot of soup as he switched the phone to his other ear.
 "Well... I've been trying to figure out something, and I don't think I understand."
 "Spit it out love," he said, raising his shoulder so he could keep the phone against his ear as he opened a jar of parsley.
 "How was I born?"
 "Simple," he said nonchalantly. "Yer mum had a cesarian."
 "Yeah... I know," Nessa said. "But I mean... _how_ was I-"
 He smiled and added some of the herb to the soup before picking up a jar of thyme and repeating. "Well, when mommies and daddies fall in love-"
 "Not that. Come on, daddy," she said laughing. "I'm 27 years old. Throw me a bone here."
 "You want the honest to gods truth?"
 "Yes. Please, because I can't quite figure out how two men-"
 "AL!" Sam shouted from the dining room. "Is dinner ready yet!"
 "Hold on a minute love. Sam's bitchin again," he said, grabbing the phone and holding it against his chest. "IN A MINUTE YA OLD BASTARD!"
 "Come in here and say that again jackass!"
 Al sighed and continued stirring the soup as he returned the phone to his ear. "I can't really explain it right now. I'm in the middle of fixing dinner."
 "Well, I kind of figured since it's like, what, 6 o'clock there and uncle Sam's screaming," she said with a giggle.
 Al nodded. "Check your e-mail tomorrow morning, hun. It'll tell you everything you ever wanted to know."
 "You're the best."
 "I know," he said. "But don't tell your mother that. He'll have a fit."

 And so, when Nessa Rose sat down to check her e-mail that morning, the "explanation" she received was a poor cut-and-paste job of two anatomical charts put together in the most strange, disturbing, and disgusting way she could have ever pictured.
 She was vomiting for weeks and vowed to never ask her father for any answers concerning things like that ever again...

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author's note: the "chart" in mention actually exists, and was put together by the person who was rping Randy, al's then husband and "mother" of his two children, at the time. it was created as an explanation for MPreg in the RP. you can see the disturbingness for yourself: http://img126.imageshack.us/img126/9453/untitled9mn1.jpg

some of these might be repeats. as it gets closer to the end of this post, the repeats end.

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 "The Darkness is comming."
 "Yeah, it's called sunset."
 "No. It's... something different. This is alive... Crawling... Clinging to life."
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 "Is he clean?"
 "He's injured. He needs medical."
 "But is he clean?"
 "Lucy."
 "Is he clean? Answer the question!"
 "Yes!" he shouted back.
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 "No person can exist in the same time twice."
 "Then why now? After all these years?"
 "Time is in flux. Not just what is ahead, but the whole of time itself. It's being pulled, and twisted, and warped. And there is nothing I can do. Nothing the Doctor can do."
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 "Just relax," he said. "If there's anything, and I mean anything at all you don't want me to see, then think of... think of a big locked door."
 It had been a long time since Jack had seen this Time Lord talent in action. He watched the young man's face contorting as he saw one memory, then the next.
 "Oh... might want to close that one," JJ said with a smirk.
 "You..." Ianto said without thinking. "You lost someone very close. He was-"
 "Get back on task Ianto," JJ snapped harshly. "Do not go further, for your own safety."
 Safe? Who said this Star Trek-esque idea was safe to begin with.
 "There we are... Jack, start writing," JJ said.
 Jack searched his pockets for a pen, but found only the nub of a blue crayon he'd confiscated from Gwen earlier in the day. Quickly, he started to scribble down the details JJ was giving.
 It was remarkable, the things he was saying. As if he had experienced them himself. In a way, he was. Walking among another person's memories.
 "Ianto," he said. "You're from Pete's World."
 "Pete's World?" Jack asked. "But-"
 "The Rift," JJ said. "Connects our neighboring parallels. It's a... long story," he said, focusing on Ianto again. "There's someone else here," he said suddenly.
 A mental door was slammed closed, and he could not go further.
 "Let me in Ianto," he demanded.
 "I didn't... That wasn't me," the Welshman replied.
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 "You're so... lonely. And-"
 "Stop it."
 "You wanted nothing to do with Torchwood," Ianto said. "You run and you run." He opened his eyes and stared deep into the half Time Lord's eyes. "To try and escape what you are."
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 "Jenny's always been the one people look up to. She's the one that organizes things, enforces the rules. Makes sure everyone's protected and safe. Medicus, he's the brains. There isn't anything he can't build, fix, or destroy."
 "Where does that put you?"
 JJ shrugged. "I'm the one that has to make the tough calls nobody else wants to make."
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 "There was a time when you couldn't be there. Alien invasions were common place. Torchwood was in chaos. UNIT, they didn't understand what they were dealing with. They'd rather destroy than try to work things through. I did the only thing I could do."
 "You came out of hiding, to spare innocent lives," Jack said.
 He nodded. "At first, Sarah Jane tried to stop me. She said it was too dangerous for me to expose myself. But I couldn't sit back and do nothing. But I also knew I couldn't get into Torchwood easily, not with you out of the picture." He laughed, but Jack heard the emptiness behind it.
 "I was careful. I left home and went to Cardiff. Was easy enough with the help of the psychic paper to bluff my way into certain situations. I made sure I became suspicious enough to be noticed by the Cardiff team as maybe a reporter, but not enough to be targeted as an alien suspect. When they finally realized that I was linked to the cases... well, that was my first taste of Retcon."
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 "What the..." Quin said, tapping the glass. "Are we on the set of House?"
 JJ was busy checking the data on his wristband.
 "Hell yeah! I get to meet Kal Penn!"
 "Uh..." JJ started to say.
 "Oh oh! Maybe we can get Omar Epps to say Lupus!"
 "Quin-"
 "You think I can touch THE cane?!"
 JJ reached out and yanked Quin by his neon pink tie, effectively pulling him out of the way as a group of doctors passed by, led by a limping man with a cane.
 "Oh my god," Quin squeaked. "It's-"
 "NOT Hugh Laurie," JJ said, clamping a hand over Quin's mouth. "This isn't a set," he said, pulling his assistant to a nearby window and pointing outside. "Does that look like a TV studio to you?"
 "The show is shot on location?"
 "We're inside Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. That man," JJ said sternly, pointing to the man getting into the elevator at the end of the hall. "Is Dr. Gregory House, and this is very VERY real." Slowly, he released Quin's tie and checked his wristband again.
 "But... how? It's just a tv show."
 "I don't understand," he replied. "Yet. But if we're here, and this is real, then something very very bad is about to happen..."
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 "the only way we're going to get them all snapped out of this is to get them to do something drastically out of character," JJ said, picking at his lunch.
 "We could get House and Wilson to-"
 "No. That's still debatable in the series cannon. It's too plausable to be enough of a shock."
 "Well, we could always... wait a second," Quin said, looking up at JJ in mid-sip of his coffee. "Wait. Did you just... you're a James House shipper!"
 "Shhh! Quiet down!" JJ hissed. "We can't draw attention to ourselves."
 "After all this time traveling with you," Quin said, then lowered his voice to keep from getting stared at. "And I come to find out you're a James House shipper."
 "So? It's just as plausable as your Cuddy and House and your Cuddy and Wilson facination. Hell, it's even more plausable than your stupid idea about Cameron and Chase."
 "That's an established sexual relationship very thoroughly rooted in cannon by fact. There were scenes and everything."
 "So? There was the Cameron Kiss. Then the innuendos all over the place about House and Wilson. A hell of a lot more than the Cuddy, Wilson, and House triangle you're so obsessed with proving."
 The two bickered a few more moments before JJ finally sighed. "Look, I can debate the cannonicity of the sex lives of the characters with you all afternoon, or we can get back to work trying to get the hell out of here before we're trapped in syndication forever."
 "Wait... wait!" Quin exclaimed, jumping from his chair and spilling his coffee. As upset as he was about his coffee, his idea was far more important for a change. "We need to watch Pleasantville!"
 "Quin... sit back down. People are staring."
 "No. Listen. We're just like those kids trapped in the TV show in that movie. We need to watch it, and pick up a few tactics on how to change things so we can get home."
 JJ groaned and stood up, grabbing Quin by the arm and apologizing to those around them. "Sorry," he said. "My assistant's just gotten tickets to a local film convention. You know how the geeky types are," he said, pulling him towards the door.
 "But-"
 "We've got work to do," he said loudly as they passed through the door, then in a quieter voice added, "Try and worm your way into the administrative offices. I've seen this episode before. Tell her you're the new assistant for Legal. I'll see what I can find out in the lab from Cameron. We'll meet back up in Coma Guy's room after House has his lunch in there and go over what we've learned."
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 "New rule!" JJ shouted loud enough to be heard clear across the hanger. "No one with a fandom rooted in the late 20th and early 21st centuries is allowed access to a time machine! EVER!"
 He stormed towards the elevator, barring anyone else entry until the doors slid shut.
 "What's wrong with him?" Jenny asked, comming up beside Quin who was stuck with their luggage.
 "Everywhere we've been in the last two months has been nothing but entire planets made to be like prime time tv dramas. Mount Fandom exploded all over them. There was Buffyverse, Charmed planet. A world where the entire planet was New York City and Seinfeld performed in every single comedy club."
 Jenny shuddered at the horror in his imagery.
 "Tons of them. Over and over. And the last one... I don't think he'll be watching House reruns for quite a while..."
 "Oh my god."
 Quin nodded. "Just be glad you didn't have to live through Jack Bouer world. Every week, a new hour. But after that hour, the entire planet goes into rerun syndication until the next week. It was horrible. I don't think I'll ever be able to watch 24 again."

just a few dribbles - 1 is a character past dribble for a chara from my earliest rp days and from my epic story. the other 2 are from a very old fanfic idea for The Matrix trillogy that i had.

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"Doctor, we understand your loss, but we cannot allow you to shut down the project. The investors have far too much money in this to-"

"Profits. That's all they care about. That's all anyone cares about! I didn't develop this technology for warfare," he snapped. "I developed it for the common good. For the crippled, for the injured. For the people who can't survive on their own."

"That's what we want too."

He shook his head and took off his glasses. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Your wife would want you to continue your life's work."

"If my wife knew what you were planning to do, she never would have signed on for this."

"She volunteered. She knew the risks. We all did. She was doing her duty."

He stood from his chair, and his two-toned eyes were wild in grief and anger at the representative. "Her duty was to stay here, to stay alive!"

She understood, and felt his pain. She, too, had lost her husband to the terrible accident. But she also knew they could not stop now. Not when they were so close to completion. And to see the end, they would need his help.

"Be proud of what she was doing, not just for us, but for everyone. If not for her, we would never have found the errors in the program. We wouldn't have discovered the flaws in the machinery, in the computers," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. "Be proud of her. And honor her sacrifice by continuing on, not just with the project, but with your life. You can't fall apart now, Xeno. We're depending on you. Your son is depending on you."

She hit a nerve with her last sentence. She knew she had. The child was all the man had left of his wife. The child who'd been rescued from his wife's...

He fell back into his chair with a drawn out sigh and a grunt. "You're right."

She nodded, and reached across the space to lay a hand gently on his arm. "I'll report back to the investors that you'll be taking a little more time off, to mourn and readjust. I'll keep them off your back, but it won't last long."

He nodded weakly. "Thanks," he said. "I appreciate it."

She stood, and let her hand fall from his arm. "Dr. Pike," she said, trying to smile. "Spend some time in the nursery, with the baby. He's got his mother's smile. It'll do you some good to see him."

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 I used to be part of the system. I used to be a program. My function was to monitor human mental activity, and to nip problems in the pod. To keep balance, to keep order. That was what it meant to be an agent of the system.

But I saw something. Something I wasn't supposed to see. Something I could not explain. Something that could change the balance of power forever. I saw a code. Just a little string of data.

I was affected by it in ways I cannot logically explain. I began to malfunction, to question my purpose. I was marked for deletion. My only choice was to become an exile. To hide myself in the system, to hide myself among the others.

But I knew the secret my kind was hiding from the humans. I discovered it by accident. And now, the peace so many lives, machine and human alike, had fought so hard for was about to end. Fifty years of peace, for nothing.

The code of the anomolly has been recompiled. And I have turned rogue.

My name is Jubilee. I carry a varriant of the Smith code in my programming. I used to be an agent...

But now I protect that which matters most.

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"What the hell are you?!" the young woman shouted, her rifle raised and aimed straight for my head.

I smiled, watching them from just over the tops of my glasses frames.

"Agent Walker," one of the men, their captain, said. I remembered this man. When I was but a sentinal, I chased him across the surface of the world. He was much younger then. So much more handsome. But he only knew me as I am now. Or rather, as I was before my exile. A merciless, emotionless Agent.

"She doesn't read like an agent."

I glanced out the corner of my eye. A red pill sneaking up on my 3 o'clock. No doubt there was another straight behind. My trigger finger twitched.

"Could be a trick, sir," the woman said to her captain.

I turned, bringing my hands up and my arms around. I was a blur to their eyes. Pistols drawn and at the ready, covering my back and side. Ever mindful of the woman still pointing her rifle at my now turned back. But I didn't fire. "If I were an Agent, you lot would be dead by now," I said icily.

"Lower your weapons."

"Lower your's first, captain," I said.

"I've got silver bullets." The woman.

I smirked, but I did lower my weapons. I did not yet put them away. "I prefer titanium," I said with a small laugh. They did not lower their weapons, and rightly so. They were doing the right thing, distrusting me as much as I distrusted them. Funny. I never ascribed human emotions to my logical reactions before this began.

"I only with to talk. I have information the council of Zion might find useful."

"How do we know you're not lying?" the woman demanded of me.

"You don't. You can hear me out, and believe me. Or not. It's your choice. But if you want to make this transition as smooth as possible, you're going to need my help."

"A program helping humans," one of the others who had snuck up on me scoffed. "That'll be the day. Let's just waste this bitch and move along. We're runnin behind schedule."

"It wouldn't be the first time, kiddo," I said. "But war is comming. And you need what I know in order to survive the first attack. The machines have... upgraded many of their programs in preperation of the return of the One. If you take them on now, it wouldn't be suicide. It'd be genocide."

i am deeply sorry for the crappy quality of what you're about to read, and the lack of usual length as well. these are just what i've managed to scribble down in the last 3 days between classes and such. not much else than this, i'm afraid, due to starting a new super mega ultra busy schedule this week.

enjoy.

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 It wasn't supposed to be like this.
 Once, I was a general of Heaven. I believed what I was fighting for was just, was fair.
 But I was lied to. We all were. We were not fighting to gain equality in the Lord our Father's eyes... We were instead fighting a war to replace one God for another.
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 "We were fooling ourselves, thinking we could have a normal life."
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 "I love you."
 "What?" the shorter man said, looking up from his plate only to see the taller, ancient man look away from him, unwilling to meet his gaze.
 "I needed to say it, now, before-"
 "Alabaster."
 His head snapped around, and sorrow filled eyes widened as he examined every aspect of the younger man's face. Every nuance he had become so familiar with, so accustomed to. No, there was something in that expression, something different, that hadn't been there before this moment. Briefly, he had seen flashes of it, a hint of it. But now, it was there. It was solid and real and...
 "Sam?..." he whispered. "You... But-"
 "Stranger things have happened," he said, popping a piece of chicken tender in his mouth and chewing happily, savoring the fried outer coating as if it were a long lost sensation.
 He glanced around as the older man sat, dumbfounded, across from him. Staring at him. He shrugged it off with a wicked grin. "Great. I can see, finally, and there's nothing to see but white walls and old furnature."
 "You came back. I thought... I thought that the resemblance... just a coincidence. Maybe, like, an offshoot of your family tree. Your dad did sleep with so many-"
 "It is. Do your research better next time, Al," he said. "But it wasn't my old man."
 He covered his mouth, staring at him, unable to look away this time. Unable to break his gaze for fear that when he looked back next, the malice, the pure unshakable anger wouldn't be in that young man's face. That the sarcasm and the pride wouldn't be laced through his words, through his voice...
 He watched as Sammy, no, Sam, popped another piece of chicken in his mouth and licked his fingers greedily. He grabbed up the wine glass quickly and leaned back in his chair, about to take a sip. But the glass hovered at his lips.
 "Knocked up some chick back before Oakwood. Complete accident. Honest."
 "What?!"
 He laughed. "If it's any consolation," he said. "Realized after I'd slept with her that I was more into guys than girls."
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 "Sam," he said.
 "What the hell do you want now?"
 "Could you.. just for one day and night... give me back Sammy?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows and peering down at him.
 "Why?" he asked, an edge to his voice that fortold a rising anger.
 "It's just a little unfair, isn't it? That this poor kid has to... just so we can be..."
 "You wanted this."
 "I know," he said, his voice thick with guilt as he reflected on his own selfishness. "We've waited for decades for this. What's 24 more hours, huh? I just... I want to make his last day mean something more than just an argument followed by fried chicken and an awkward silence."
 "The answer's no," he snapped, turning on his side.
 "But-"
 "Shut up and go to sleep Al."
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 Red hair whipped against the winds as Danielle stood, waiting for word from the palace. It was not the message she waited for, but the messenger.
 Already, her thoughts had fallen into impurity. Her mind going back to her last encounter with James. How he had comforted her in her time of sorrow. Had held her as her body shook with the force of her sudden eruption of sobs.
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 There was no escape from the end of the world. He knew it. Sam knew it. Even the cows knew it; that's why they were on the first ship out, back to their homeworld.

another dribble set in the doctor who alternate universe. n.n enjoy.

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 "Are you proposing a... date?"
 He nodded. "A proper date, me and you. No exploding planets, no running from Daleks. No foiling evil schemes. Just you, me, a movie, and dinner. What do ya say?"
 "No."
 "Why not?!" he exclaimed. "I'm a good looking bloke. I'm nice, thoughtful, handsome and-"
 "You're not nice. You're annoying. You're not thoughtful. You're entirely adlebrained."
 "But I am handsome."
 Quin sighed, trying to focus on his book. "I never mix work with my personal life."
 "Oy! What's that supposed to mean! I've seen you in your skivies!"
 "By accident!" Quin protested. "The locking mechanism on the shower was broken. I put a sign on the door. You obviously didn't take the time to read it." He pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "You're my boss. It's not going to work out. Especially if you fire me or I quit later on."
 "I could always promote you instead."
 "To what? I'm already your maid, chef, assistant, mailman, pet groomer. By the way, you're behind on Rassalon and Doctor's vet bills," he said.
 "The phrase 'on time' is only relative. I've still got a few months to catch up on those." JJ smoothed down his hair. "Come on. Just one date."
 "Why the hell are you so insistant about this?" Quin was clearly annoyed.
 JJ tried his best to look innocent. "Well, see... a friend of mine is getting married... and I can't show up by myself and... I was hoping if the first date went well, maybe..."
 "Now you can definately forget it," he said, sliding further down into his chair and hiding his face behind his book. "Why don't you try and contact that Martha girl. I'm sure she'd love to go."
 "She's married."
 "How about that Gwen woman."
 "Also married."
 "Jack?"
 "He's my mother.... or father. That's just.... no. That'd be like taking my sister to prom."
 "Could take your sister."
 He shook his head. "No way. She'd probably blow something up. Probably think the cake is made of plastique explosive."
 "You'll think of someone."
 "Why won't you go? It's not like I even have to be there the whole time!"
 "Fine! If you'll just shut up!"
 JJ was grinning from ear to ear.
 "But... there's conditions," Quin warned him. "Keep your hands where I can see them at all times. I pick the movie, and I pick where and what we eat. I don't want any of that strange space stuff. AND you have to do the laundry, cooking, and dishes for three months."
 "Oh, easy."
 "Earth months."
 JJ's smile faded, and he groaned.
 "No rooftops or offices either."
 "Come on! Offices are sort of my thing."
 "No offices."
 JJ puffed out his cheeks in annoyance and groaned in reply.