Life - FringeIt was always going to happen, eventually. That one day she'd leave on an operation and never come back.Life - Fringe5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Broyles assigned another, new agent to work with them after they lost Olivia. Agent Richard Baker swooped in to their lab with proclamations of how things around here were going to run and his way of talking to Walter like a child and making jokes about the friend they'd just lost that made even Broyles scowl in disbelief. And in the end he couldn't hack it. Agent Baker lasted six weeks in Fringe Division, after which Broyles took to dealing with them more directly. Nobody could replace Olivia, so why try.
Walter changed. He retreated inside himself, performing his experiments in subdue and keeping his previously colourful explanations to a minimum. The spirit in his voice disappeared, replaced with something much more penitent. The glint of newfound freedom in his eyes is gone now, too.
It was another year and a half before Astrid left the FBI entir
Invisible WingsYou give me wingsInvisible Wings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I may know
what its like
you shall never take to the skies
and your passion
The ancient blood
running in your veins
Ignites the fires
Gone cold in me
You give me a glimpse
of such pure wild
and little understood
Its a bond that cannot be described
in such empty words
Your back is unyielding
Your muscles unmatched
Carries me with
percabeth momentsThe Lightning Thiefpercabeth moments6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The last thing I remember is collapsing on a wooden porch, looking at a ceiling fan circling above me, moths flying around a yellow light, the stern faces of a familiar-looking bearded man and a pretty girl, her blond hair curled like a princess's. They both looked down at me, and the girl said, "He's the one. He must be."
She was probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. wither her deep tan and her curl blond hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except her eyes ruined the image. They were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight.
She glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, You killed a minotaur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something lik
Wannabe"Chinese?"Wannabe5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Brennan squinted her eyes at him, and Booth grinned. "Thai?"
"Something with noodles, Bones."
"So long as it isn't Chinese or Thai," Brennan said, making a face. "I am sick and tired of Chinese and Thai."
She was opening her mouth to say something along the lines of "fine, but -- " when there was a dull crack from somewhere behind her, like a baseball bat in a stadium, and then she was spinning towards the ground. She struck the asphalt and bounced, once, with the force of the shot, before her nerve endings finally caught up and her shoulder blazed with pain.
There was a furious shout, and a quick repartee of gunfire that she recognized as belonging to Booth's sidearm. A muffled oath followed, and when he neither left her side nor reached for his cell phone, she knew whoever had shot her must have gotten away.
"Bones," Booth said quietly. "Bones? Can you hear me?"
"Yes," Brennan whispered, her voice tight.
"I'm going to get you to the hospi
Definitions of lifeWithout youDefinitions of life6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am lost
Like the summer breeze in
A winters blizzard
Like a hummingbird
Without a flower
Like a person
Without a soul
I am lost
Who am I without you?
I am just living flesh
For the moment
A heart beating
For the time being
In these empty laughs
And the shadows of my fake smiles
It makes me whole
I consider if Im really alive
How far do the boundaries
Of its definition stretch?
A heart beating
My lungs breathing
It doesnt feel like it.