Trapped - Ch 4 - A Firefly FicA number of thoughts ran through Jayne's head, which rarely happened to him. The first was Hell, if I kiss her, she'll lose. The one immediately following was Hey, I think she wants me to kiss her! Then came Wait a second this is River. Crazy girl who gored me with a knife. There were a few other thoughts, too, that weren't quite so savory.
His eyes flicked up to meet River's again and his mind went blank. Her big brown eyes that he'd thought so childish before were strikingly adult, long, dark lashes sweeping over them like a veil. Jayne realized that he'd never really looked into a woman's eyes like this before. Girl. Not a woman, a girl, one part of him argued. But another part of him that Jayne tended to pay more attention to was insisting that she was, indeed, a woman. And if she wanted him to kiss her, who was he to turn her down? I mean, he could do the girl a favor. Couldn't he?
Inexplicably nervous now, Jayne tried to recall her exact wording t
Trapped - Ch 3 - A Firefly FicJayne had finally taken a seat near the door, still twitchy but having decided that pacing wasn't worth it if it got Crazy all riled up. Occasionally he glanced over at her. She was always staring at him with that unnervingly steady gaze. He found himself annoyed that he kept looking over, but he could feel her eyes on him and it made him nervous.Trapped - Ch 3 - A Firefly Fic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Wouldja stop lookin' at me like that?" he growled finally.
"Like what?" River said, innocent as a child.
"Like you're readin' my mind," Jayne muttered, and River laughed.
"What should I look at you like?"
"Shouldn't look at me at all," Jayne replied gruffly.
"I like to look at you," River said, and slid of her hammock, walking that dancer's walk to crouch next to him. "You get uncomfortable." She cocked her head, grinning, and reached out a hand to touch his arm.
He flinched, and immediately felt weaker for it. To prove he wasn't shy of her touch, he reached out and grabbed her wrists, both of them in one hand. They were so thin that he was
Trapped - Ch 1 - A Firefly FicThings were not going as planned.Trapped - Ch 1 - A Firefly Fic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
River was perched on the edge of Kaylee's hammock in the engine room. Jayne was pacing, which was difficult because the engine room wasn't exactly spacious, and Jayne was, as usual, heavily armed. His chest was bare and streaked with blood.
"Each hand contains twenty six bones," River said, gazing at her own hand, smudged with engine grease. "The scaphoid, the lunate, the triquetrum, the pisiform, the trapezium, the hamate, the capitate "
"Will you shut that crazy mouth?" Jayne said sharply. River shut her mouth with a snap and glared at him.
"You're ruining the fun," she said, and stuck out her tongue.
"You're ruining the thinking," Jayne said, grasping for an intelligent reply and coming up short. Jayne actually was thinkingor trying to. In most situations, he could just shoot first and ask questions later. When he needed brains, Mal was there to tell him who to shoot, and when. Jayne was never the mastermind. But what was he going to
Trapped - Ch 2 - A Firefly Fic"Is she in your way, Kaylee? Is she botherin' you? I don't want you distracted when our lives are on the line here, and if she's distractin' you, I'd be more'n happy to get her out of the way, 'cause"Trapped - Ch 2 - A Firefly Fic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Jayne," Kaylee interrupted, not moving her eyes from the engine in front of her, one hand busily working a wrench.
"Yeah?" Jayne said. His hands were hovering near his hip holsters, as though he suspected something would jump out and shoot at them. It was a nervous habit, and Kaylee knew it.
"Shut up," Kaylee said kindly.
With a huff, Jayne turned around and started pacing. He glanced out the engine room doors and then turned back toward the girls.
"C'mon, Kaylee, can't I just lock you two in here for safekeepin' and go out and help 'em? Vera's itching for some action."
"You heard the Cap'n, Jayne, he wanted you to stay here. Anyway, we need your strong, manly protection." River's mouth twitched into a half smile at this little jab, but Jayne seemed to think Kaylee was bein
Rayne: Drops of Jupiter Part 1Rayne: Drops of Jupiter Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Title: Drops of Jupiter 1/? (Follows Moon River)
Characters: Jayne, River
Disclaimer: Firefly/Serenity property of Joss Whedon
Rating: PG for mild profanity
Timeline: Two months Post BDM
*Now that she's back in the atomsphere,
Drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey, hey*
Jayne stood on the catwalk, trying and not suceeding to ignore what was going on below. He'd never seen Moony dance, and he'd never heard the feng le music she was dancing to either. The happy woman whirling around the cargo bay was nothing like the crazy girl he held at night.
That first night, he'd fallen asleep with a warm lapful of Moony and woke up with a crick in his neck. He would've chalked it up to a bad dream, 'cept for the strands of long, dark hair and the scent of honeysuckle on his blankets.
He didn't know why he let her stay the second night. It just seemed easier than worryin' on what kinda trouble she might get into if he kicked her out.
*She acts like Summer and she walks
Euclidian GeometryIEuclidian Geometry6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is what plane geometry (Euclidian geometry)
it tells me that [a];
(the long, curving line
of your neck, outlined
in the darkest of chestnut curls)
(the swell of your hip
rising from the sheets, the sweet temptation
and the beautiful mystery of the
(the wonder that you
perhaps do not see in my gaze
when you catch me
Euclids Five Postulates
1. Let the following be postulated: to follow
with my fingertips
the flower of your lips
and the swans curve of your
2. To produce [extend] a finite limb with infinite
ad infinitum widening my eyes
and awing me with your
unwitting dancers grace
3. To describe a circle on the
glorious plateau of your stomach
to trace around your belly button
navigating the breathtaking landscape
of your valleys and knolls
American Internet Censorship Bill Part 2Yesterday I posted a journal about my thoughts on the American Internet Censorship Bill that was being voted on by the House of Representatives. Within minutes of me posting I found out that the bill was defeated by a majority vote (though a very close one). So for now our precious internet is free once again, but it also raises an entirely different discussion...American Internet Censorship Bill Part 23 years ago in Personal More Like This
A lot of the comments I saw on the various websites I went to dealt with upholding the true definition of "freedom" on the internet. It was quite apparent that a lot of people who were upset at the idea of internet censorship were more or less concerned that they might have to be held responsible for their bad behavior online.
See, we all participate in illegal activity online. If you've ever downloaded a movie, or used a torrent, or uploaded images that weren't your own, or played an emulated NES game, or even uploaded video clips from a TV show to YouTube... you're technically participating in illegal activity.
SH: Researching With Sherlock Pt1SH: Researching With Sherlock Pt13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Researching With Sherlock Part 1
Warning: references drug use
"Not my fault, Sherlock," John reminded him placidly. He hitched his paper higher so he wouldn't have to see Sherlock furiously crawling over the furniture.
"Are there no criminals left? Surely more are born every day, every hour!"
"This is what hobbies are for." John coughed politely. "And not the kind where you put severed bits of corpses around your flat. Real hobbies."
"Oh, like your blog?" Sherlock sneered. "Rubbish."
John peeked over the paper-shield, mildly offended. "Hey now. That blog gets you your clients at times. You shouldn't make light of it."
He gasped as there was a rush of air, the paper ripped from his hands before Sherlock settled heavily on his lap. John swallowed nervously; this was a strange new habit of his friend's as of the last few days. Sherlock was usually content to invade his personal space, but avoid touching. Now, Sh
SH: Confronting With Sherlock Pt6SH: Confronting With Sherlock Pt63 years ago in Romance More Like This
Confronting With Sherlock Part 6
John slammed his head against the wall, eyes closed as he sucked in a violent breath.
"Don't!" John released the breath slowly, hands fisting at his sides. Then he dared to open his eyes, both charmed and infuriated by the adorably confused expression. "Sherlock, I'm going to ask you a question. I don't want you complaining that it's a stupid question, or that it's obvious, or whatever bullshit runs through your head. I want you to answer my question."
" Yes, John."
So far, so good. "Sherlock, do you know what being someone's fiancé means?"
John swallowed a sharp retort. "What's it mean, then?"
Sherlock's hands fidgeted, jaw working once or twice before replying. "That both persons have agreed to be legally bound in marriage or civil partnership."
"Yes. Quite. So " John exhaled slowly again. "Why on God's green Earth did you say you're my fiancé?<
Beauty or a Beast? Ch. 1 (BoyXBoy)Beauty or a Beast? Ch. 1 (BoyXBoy)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The classroom bustled as teenagers were shouting, laughing, and talking amongst friends on the first day of school. However, Zayden was not in the mood for the obnoxious behavior from his classmates. It was only 9 a.m. and it had already been "One of those days" for him. Not only had his "Pro-Gay" mom (Or that's what she liked to call herself) lectured him that morning about how now that he was a junior, he needed to go out and "experience the world", and get himself a boyfriend. Also his 2006 lime-green mustang decided it wanted to suddenly die right in the school parking lot.
Zayden sat there and sulked for a few more moments before deciding that it wasn't the end of the world; no matter how much he thought it was. Besides, what else could go wrong?
The students settled down after Mr. Woodsworth strutted in wearing a horrifying tie and his hair swooped in a comb over. "Okay some announcements, one, happy first day of school!," he cheered.
Without a doubt, the classroom was the quiete
SH: Bonding With Sherlock Pt1SH: Bonding With Sherlock Pt13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Bonding With Sherlock Part 1
"Best Christmas ever!" Harriet collapsed across the leathered seat in the back of the car, then grinned sheepishly when Sherlock and John turned in tandem to glare at her. "Well- Well, except for all the horrible bits. But there were less horrible bits than usual, weren't there Jonny? And Sherlock playing! I'd marry him for his violin!"
"And divorce him for the severed head in the freezer," John grinned, laughing when Harriet's face went from ecstatic to horrified. "Yes, it's true. We've a head that's been in the freezer for how many months now?"
"Nearly seven months. I've taken to calling him Lester."
There was a moment of silence, then a long, drawn-out "Ewwwwwwwwww!" had John chuckling again. Sherlock huffed in disdain.
"It's a perfectly reasonable experimentation about the effects of-,"
"No, no. Don't get started on that, you'll traumatise her."
Sherlock's mouth curled in a sardonic
SH: Experimenting With Sherlock Pt3SH: Experimenting With Sherlock Pt33 years ago in Romance More Like This
Experimenting With Sherlock Part 3
John was so keyed up he was pacing by the time the front door banged open and Sherlock ran up the stairs. Sherlock's arms went wide to protect the heavy plastic bags as John threw himself at his chest, causing him to stumble back a step under the sudden weight. John waited until Sherlock's mouth opened to form a question before he surged up on his toes for a kiss, his tongue sliding past the parted lips easily. The warmth that had begun when he'd read Sherlock's texts fanned into a passionate fire, giving him the courage to reach down and squeeze the tight arse he'd been daydreaming about since.
When he finally pulled away, Sherlock groaned needily.
"What was that for?"
John grinned, grabbing another handful of Sherlock's backside for good measure. "I missed you."
"Perhaps I should go out and come in again," Sherlock panted. "But- No, there's no time. Go sit."
"No time? Time for what?"
"Just sit," Sherlock com
SH: Confronting With Sherlock Pt7SH: Confronting With Sherlock Pt73 years ago in Drama More Like This
Confronting With Sherlock Part 7
Not surprisingly- at least to John and Harriet- their mother had calmed and was all smiles when everyone was ushered into the dining room to begin the meal. What was surprising was that the conversation flowed easily around the large table, the group instinctively avoiding discussing anything that had occurred that evening just prior to sitting down.
And aside from kicking Sherlock's protest silent as Howard insisted they say grace, John was relieved to hear Sherlock chatter about pleasantly normal subjects with his family. It gave him leave to talk with Harriet, encouraged by her new respectable job as a lawyer's secretary and scolding her for taking a second glass of wine. It was a bit awkward explaining what he and Sherlock did for a living, as there was no rhyme or reason to their daily lives; he let Sherlock ramble on about his unique profession, which apparently impressed his grandda and Cousin George to no end.
SH: Confronting With Sherlock Pt8SH: Confronting With Sherlock Pt83 years ago in Drama More Like This
Confronting With Sherlock Part 8
Harriet met them just outside the toilet, eyes wide and worried as she darted forward and gripped John's hand.
"Are you okay? Jonny, are you alright I heard- Well I didn't hear but knew and-,"
"Fine, I'm fine." John squeezed her in a quick hug.
"'Fine'!" Harriet frowned, wrinkling her nose. "'Fine' with you means the exact opposite! Are you okay?"
Sherlock frowned, carefully watching John shake his head.
"Right, well, I'll be okay. I feel better, actually. Is dessert over?" he added hopefully. "Getting on to the gifts and music?"
Harriet nodded warily. "Mum's gone upstairs but everyone's back in the front room now. Are you sure-,"
A cough sounded behind them, and all three turned to glare at the intruder. Howard stood half-hidden by the shadows, his mouth set in a grim line. "Excuse me, but I've something to say to you three."
Sherlock stiffened immediately, and John was amused to note he stepped lightly
SH: Bonding With Sherlock Pt2SH: Bonding With Sherlock Pt23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Bonding With Sherlock Part 2
"Stand there." Sherlock gripped John's shoulders to shove him beside the bed, then moved away.
John took a half-step to the right, unable to stop grinning. "What about here?"
Sherlock glanced up from rifling through his duffel, pausing for a second before he realised what John had done. "Fine."
John hopped backwards, feet still obediently locked together. "Or here?"
" I do not understand. You're in the same general area."
John chuckled, thoroughly amused by Sherlock's confusion. He sank onto the bed, reclining back on his arms and letting his legs fall open teasingly. "What about here?"
"No, you-," Sherlock cut himself off with a smile as he walked back over, hands thrust deep into his pockets. "Mmm. You should be standing, though I am very appreciative of both the view and implications."
John laughed as he bounced to his feet once more, not halting until his arms were wrapped around Sherlock's ne
SH: Sleeping With Sherlock Pt2SH: Sleeping With Sherlock Pt23 years ago in Drama More Like This
Sleeping With Sherlock - Part 2
By the time John reached the sitting room- each stair step had to be taken one at a time, god it was so frustrating- the smell of toast and tea had filled the air, and his stomach couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing.
And Sherlock was just sitting there, normal as you please, staring intently into his microscope on the kitchen table, a piece of toast cooling beside him.
Figuring the tea would offend his body the least, John carefully poured himself a cup and made his way to his favourite chair by the fireplace. It had molded over the last year to his backside, and he settled comfortably with a grateful sigh.
But the silence wasn't their normal I've just woken up, bugger off quiet; there was a thread of tension hanging in the air that was unusual unless one of them was in a fit. John had just mustered the courage to speak up- whisper, at least- when the toast was thrust into his vision. He recoil
SH: Researching With Sherlock Pt3SH: Researching With Sherlock Pt33 years ago in Humor More Like This
Researching With Sherlock Part 3
The sharp, familiar ache woke John, and he groaned as he rolled his shoulder experimentally. He froze when long fingers feathered his short hair.
Warm thighs. Dressing gown. Sitting room. Sunlight. John vaguely remembered pitching over into Sherlock's lap sometime during the night, and apparently he'd remained there for hours. He took a deep breath and shifted, prepared to sit up, but the hand massaging his scalp felt too damn good to move just yet.
"I've been thinking." Sherlock's voice was entirely too alert.
"Not surprising," John yawned. "Been up all night?"
"I don't require sleep, I require stimulation."
John sighed, poking the leg beneath his face irritably. "Your body does."
"Perhaps. Are you fully awake? I've been waiting extremely patiently."
"I'm flattered," John replied dryly. He struggled to a sitting position, still half-turned toward his friend. "Going to enlighten me on what you've been
SH: Researching With Sherlock Pt5SH: Researching With Sherlock Pt53 years ago in Romance More Like This
Researching With Sherlock Part 5
References to the episode The Blind Banker
The circular conversation on the ride back to the flat only flared John's annoyance.
"What were you going to say?" John asked for the second time, jaw set stubbornly and giving his question a hard edge. Sherlock only looked more confused.
"I had not thought of anything else to say. I merely responded to your self-depreciating comment of being an 'open book'."
"You were going to say something!" John gestured between them. "Or do something? Don't act thick, I know you were."
"John," Sherlock spoke in a maddeningly calm tone, "I had no premeditated intentions at that moment."
"You were groping me! Right there, in the office, and you were going to say something, I could feel it!"
Sherlock looked startled before he huffed a laugh. "I did absolutely no such thing. You're reading a lot more into this than occurred."
John clamped his mouth shut, crossing hi
SH: Sleeping With Sherlock Pt1SH: Sleeping With Sherlock Pt13 years ago in Humor More Like This
Sleeping With Sherlock - Part 1
John Watson was not a morning person; and the migraine pressing on the back of his eyes promised to make this one rougher than usual. Fortunately he'd remembered to pull the drapes last night before collapsing into bed, so the sun couldn't greet him with piercing needlepoints of light.
He laid there for a moment, keeping his breathing slow and relaxed as his head throbbed with the barest of movements. He'd have to down an Imitrex or two; sooner rather than later, if eating breakfast and hydrating didn't work. The medication made him feel strange, in a way he didn't care for at all, but it was the only thing that relieved his powerful headaches.
With that tentative schedule planned, he next concentrated on getting himself from the bed to the sitting room- a considerable feat, as the stairs were a part of that path. He allowed himself a soft grunt of pain as he cracked his eyelids open, his hands unfisting from the sheets.
SH: Sleeping With Sherlock Pt4SH: Sleeping With Sherlock Pt43 years ago in Drama More Like This
Sleeping With Sherlock Part 4
Lights flare and fire dances.
A trickle of blood blinds his left eye. He can taste it. Bitter.
Searing pain, bone cracks, binding his arm to his side.
An agonized cry for help, and John's going to lose him. Too much blood, arm useless, hand cut to ribbons, can't hear himself scream, the soldier he'd pushed to safety is dying-
John catapults out of bed before he's awake, wet eyes popping open, hands grasping as he tumbles to the floor. He lies there in a daze, sweating and gasping, his cheek smashed to the cool rug. The images keep flashing by, backwards and forwards like a demonic movie, unrelenting even with consciousness. It's quiet, yet he can still hear the shells exploding, the ringing and horns and can't tell if he's breathing-
Whimpering, John dug his face into the worn fabric as the vestiges of the night terror slowly begin to fade. He'd just forced the last of the noises out of his head w
SH: Researching With Sherlock Pt4SH: Researching With Sherlock Pt43 years ago in Humor More Like This
Researching With Sherlock Part 4
References to the episode The Blind Banker
John had almost convinced Sherlock to accept one of the chocolate biscuits when his mobile began buzzing on the table before them. Sherlock sat back with a disgusted-yet-interested glance, and John mourned the headway he'd made with getting Sherlock to eat. He picked up the phone and accepted the call without seeing the number.
"John, it's Sarah. How are you?"
John noted with interest that Sherlock's frown dug deeper. "Getting on. You?"
"I barely have time to turn around," Sarah replied breathlessly. "Look, I could really use you as a stand-in today. I'm down two physicians and it's Saturday and it's a circus here. More than happy to cut you a check for your time if you could come down for the day."
"The day?" John hesitated, giving Sherlock a once-over. He wasn't surprised to see anticipation lit in the silvered eyes. "Yes, alright."
"Oh, thank you, John-
SH: Confronting With Sherlock Pt1SH: Confronting With Sherlock Pt13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Confronting With Sherlock Part 1
A whispered rustle on the sheet.
Before he could think, John's mind reacted, body running through trained responses.
Upright angle of intruder highly dangerous.
Weapon likely protect throat.
Elbow jab roll to the right.
Visual confirmation unarmed.
Assume defensive position by-
John froze halfway off the bed, breathing heavily as he stared, dark shapes swimming into view. It took a few seconds of concentrated effort to tamper down the line of instinct.
Then he pitched forward toward the moaning figure.
"Sherlock I'm so sorry, I'm not usually a twitchy sleeper- well, not nowadays- are you okay?"
"P-Perfectly fine," Sherlock coughed hoarsely, his lop-sided smile thoroughly unconvincing.
"Where'd I hit you? Oh god, are you alright? You sound terrible." John patted him down quickly, searching for an obvious wound.
"Neck," Sherlock wheezed, then waved away John's searching fingers.