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England Would Fall Ch. 6
John’s phone buzzed, and he reached for it, plucking it off the stack of newspapers on the coffee table. There was one paper for every day that had passed since Sherlock…, and John didn’t have it in him to call to cancel the subscription or even move the papers.
Drinks. Tonight. 7. Michael’s Pub. Come if convenient.
For a split second, John expected to see a “-SH” at the bottom of the text, and his whole body thrummed with relief. But there weren’t any initials, and when he looked at the sender, it was James and not Sherlock. The sickening feeling in his gut was almost enough to make him throw his phone across the room for giving him hope then taking it away.
Instead, he typed out an affirmative and sent it off to James. The man had been there for him when he needed a drink. The least John could do was return the favor.
And, maybe, just maybe, get drunk enough to forget about Sherlock for a little while. Though he sincerely doubted it.
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England Would Fall Ch. 5
“I think there’s someone watching me.”
Q sighed and looked up at the double-oh leaning against his desk. If it had been anyone else, he would have taken the statement seriously and set up surveillance to see if there actually was anyone watching him, but it was James Bond, and James Bond didn’t come to his Quartermaster with his fears of being watched. James Bond blew up a sizeable portion of London to eliminate the threat, spent half the night shagging some floozy in an expensive hotel, and lost every piece of equipment he had managed to wrangle out of Q in the interim.
“I’m sure you can handle the situation,” Q said dryly, his eyes going back to his computer screen. “If there even is one at all. Paranoia is common among agents, 007. I, other hand, have a very real, very tangible problem.”
“Indeed. Last night, someone broke into my flat.” Q spared the agent a glance over the rims of his glasses.
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England Would Fall Ch. 4
Q was just setting up another test to check the firewalls as the last of the minions were trickling out of Q-branch. He had patched up the last few holes in the system that Mycroft had come through and was now literally trying to hack it himself, using varying degrees of sophisticated code. He was determined to make sure that neither of his brothers ever disturbed his work again.
Twenty minutes later, Q finished debriefing 009, his least favorite, most arrogant agent. The man was actually worse than Bond, and that was saying something. He checked the computer, smiling slightly as he read the results of the scan. If someone wanted to hack the system, they were going to have to be Q good, and only Q was Q good.
Q grabbed his laptop bag and his coat, nodding at the night guard as he left. It was slightly ridiculous, really, because even if there was no emergency, he’d be back in seven hours. If there was an emergency (like 009 getting Shanghaied again) he’d be ca
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England Would Fall Ch. 3
James was lying on the end of his bed when his phone buzzed with a text. He reached over blindly for it before he realized that it was his personal line, not his work one. He opened the message, his eyes slowly softening in recognition.
Haven’t seen you in forever, mate. If you’re in the country, would you fancy a drink? -JW
God, he hadn’t seen John Watson since his Royal Navy days. He tried to remember what had happened, and he faintly remembered Watson getting injured in action, but that had been years after he’d been recruited to the double-oh program, and M had never exactly encouraged outside friendships.
India can wait. Michael’s Pub at seven?
See you then. -JW
John’s limp was back, and as much as he hated, as much as he knew it was psychosomatic, he couldn’t get rid of it. Everything that he thought had been fixed about him had returned when Sherlock fell: the limp, the nightmares… even his aversion to t
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Secrets: Chapter Thirty-Three :iconambiguous-catharsis:Ambiguous-Catharsis 1 4
England Would Fall Ch. 2
Q liked being alone in the mornings. He liked having time to settle in at his desk and have his second cup of Earl Grey before any of the agents or minions were around to bother him with their problems, so that was why he came into the office at ‘some ungodly hour,’ as Tanner put it.
That was how Eve found him an hour later, fingers curled around his Scrabble mug, eyes darting across lines of code. She walked into the room, newspaper in hand, a worried look on her face. “Q?”
Q’s eyes darted up, giving the woman he considered to be his best friend a searching look. “Yes?”
Eve realized that she hadn’t really thought this through. Not at all, actually. She walked forward to his desk and held the paper against her chest, blocking the headline from the hacker’s sight. It was only then that she noticed that the minions had started trickling in. Damn. She hadn’t wanted to do this in front of them. “Could we talk outside?”
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Secrets: Chapter Thirty-Two
Secrets: Chapter Thirty-Two
Duty Calls
(POV Miguel King)
“I’m not going to give all my secrets away,” I muttered, watching Prentiss out of the corner of my eye. “I have ways of contacting Jules, and I will. But you have to realize that the last time I was in contact with him, I refused to do a hit for him. I don’t think he’s going to exactly be the most open to me right now.”
Prentiss shook his head. “I don’t exactly care, King. We have a deal. You give me the doctor, and you get to walk free. Your time is running out. What do you have left, four days? I’d get on it if I was you.”
I glared at him, getting to my feet. “I understand the terms of our deal. I’ll hold up my end.”
Making an unbelieving sound, Prentiss waved at the door. “Yeah, sure. It’s your hide that’s on the line if you don’t.”
“I know,” I muttered as I walked out the door, taking the stairs up to
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004. Lock and Key
Lock and Key
If I could keep you within reach
Chained to me like an anchor in a storm
I would.
If I could keep you in a cage
Away from everyone who will hurt you
I would.
If I could sew your lips shut
And revel in the silence of your presence
I would.
What I’m saying, darling, is if I could have you my way
Not the world’s way
Purer and simpler and sweeter and so much more fair
(Be mine for forever and a day?
Just promise me you’ll stay)
I would
And I would be the only one who’d break you
If I could.
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Secrets: Chapter Thirty-One
Secrets: Chapter Thirty-One
(POV Jessica Aden)
“I don’t care if the critics ever jump in line! And that includes you, Prentiss. Peter’s missing. There’s only one person we know that wants her gone. And Aden in there is the best shot we have at finding her!”
I listened to Jack shout at Prentiss for a good fifteen minutes straight. I’d never met Peter, but I’d heard both Jack and Miguel talk about her, about her work on the case, and even though I’d never seen her, I felt like I knew her. I certainly knew that Jack was in love with her.
Eventually, the yelling stopped. Jack came into my room a few minutes later, dark circles under his eyes and his jaw set tight. His whole body was tense, and my first thought was that I needed to remember that, remember how he looked, because I wanted to draw him later and call the drawing “Don’t Mess With Mine.”
Jack sat in the chair by my bed and leaned forward, folding his hands
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England Would Fall Ch. 1
There were fourteen programs running, on three different screens, on Q’s one desk. Four were constantly monitoring security, searching for holes in the firewalls protecting the MI6 mainframe. Three of them were tracking double-oh agents, one in Germany, one in Russia, and one in Japan. Six were beta programs, ideas Q was toying with on how to improve security by lessening the number of gateways onto the system. Then there was the last one; created with the sole purpose of tracking down the equipment that James Bond had failed, yet again, to return.
One of the programs made itself known by causing its window to flash orange. A bit distantly, Q hoped it was the tracking device he’d designed to locate 007’s equipment, but when he clicked on the window, he was unsurprisingly disappointed. His marvelous machine hadn’t found the missing gun, but it had found something that wasn’t supposed to be in the system. Intrigued and almost excited, he pulled up another wi
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Secrets: Chapter Thirty :iconambiguous-catharsis:Ambiguous-Catharsis 0 6
Some souls go right through, you know? They don’t even pause. It’s right through limbo without a second glance, and then on to be judged and sent up or down. They’re the easy ones, because I can lay back and hold my lamp and they follow the light like moths to a flame, the ends of their frayed personalities fluttering even though there isn’t any wind.
While the masses go through without any problems, there are always those few troublemakers that just can’t seem to resist the lure of limbo. See, in limbo, there’s nothing, and while that may sound awful to you folks who are living halfway decent lives, to the souls that just came out of Hell on Earth, nothing is really attractive.
Limbo doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t feel good, either, but there’s no pain and no heartache and no wincing from the bruises on your back. There’s no joy, but there’s also no suffering or fatigue or withdrawal. There’s just… existence and
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Secrets: Chapter Twenty-Nine
Secrets: Chapter Twenty-Nine
(POV Peter Rawles)
I’m never going to give all of my secrets away. I’m just not that kind of person. No one knows everything about me, and I like it that way.
Jack was getting dangerously close to being… close. To me. It hadn’t taken us very long to settle into a very domestic routine that included sleeping in the same bed, waking up together, showering (separately), and eating breakfast side by side at the island in his kitchen, along with Martin and Benedict.
Don’t say it. Yeah, it was slightly dysfunctional. There was me, a journalist, and apparently a future victim; Jack, an FBI agent and my sort-of-kind-of boyfriend; and Martin and Benedict, Jack’s subordinates, who were also sort-of-kind-of together. Breakfast consisted of bacon and weighted glances and awkward throat clearing and under-the-counter hand holding. It was like middle school all over again.
And then the nightmares started.
The content changed re
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A Day May Come
A Day May Come
There were six of us, and we had found each other over the course of five years. That doesn’t seem like a big deal, but we… we were special. Yes, I am aware of how utterly stuck-up that sounds, but we were. We are. Other than being ridiculously attractive, we had these… powers. Abilities, if you prefer. If I was a better storyteller, I’d start this with a flashback of the day I joined our little group, but I can’t do that.
I was the first. We all have different sets of strengths and weaknesses, and our personalities are as different as the plumage of the birds of the sky, but there is one thing and one thing only that sets me apart from my sisters.
I can’t die.
I am the Light, the Guide, the Point. I am the pathfinder. It is my duty, my calling, to light the way and be the first to face any obstacle. Because of that, because of the dangers I continually encounter, whatever Being that gifted me with my abilities de
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Secrets: Chapter Twenty-Eight :iconambiguous-catharsis:Ambiguous-Catharsis 0 6
Secrets: Chapter Twenty-Seven
Secrets: Chapter 27
Alone Again
(POV Jessica Aden)
Sometimes, I find myself wishing for something like those years. Childhood, you know? When everything was easy, and I didn’t spend every waking hour of my existence in a hospital bed, surrounded by people whose job it was to protect me, but who I knew thought I was crazy.
My days consisted of doctors and tests and blood samples and questions. So many questions. Who is Julian Rask? What are his plans? Who is Adriana Daily? Why is she important? What does this man want with you?
I could answer some. I could say that he (I) was Julian Rask, and that his (my) plans were to finish the list. I could say that Adriana Daily was on the list, and that meant that she had to die. I could listen to myself saying these things with no remorse, like I was talking about the weather or soccer.
I could never answer what Julian wanted with me. I tried to, and every time, my head started hurting and I would come dangerously close to fai
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Marisa Keller
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Happy birthday! May it be a day of perfect weather and joyful bliss! One you'll enjoy to often offer reminisce.
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Happy Birthday!
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Hey there :)

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Give us a go, you might even enjoy it!
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:icongivegetcent-danceplz:Thank you for the :iconcool-llama-plz:
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Welcome to The Competition. If you have any questions feel free to ask questions, give advice and/or be awesome.

This weeks competition (Theme:Hurt) ends in an hour and fourty minutes if you are interested in joining it. Next weeks competition will be announced tomorrow.
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I guess here's my first line?

Light and shadows play across the surface
Ambiguous-Catharsis Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Reflecting thoughts and memories long since forgotten
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Nearly obscured by the dust of days come and gone
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A visual history of the gazer's soul
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You've Been tagged.
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Thank you so much!
Your writings have been featured here: [link] :hug:
Ambiguous-Catharsis Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Oh wow! Thank you!
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Thanks for adding Vapidity to the group fav's!
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You are very welcome!
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Thanks for the llama!
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You're welcome!
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If you are still looking for a partner (for PVSTW contest), I am also looking - probably not a first choice... But I read some of your poetry and loved it!
Ambiguous-Catharsis Featured By Owner May 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I'm sorry :( my friend and I decided to be partners. Best of luck finding one!
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That's okay! And thanks!!
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:tighthug: Thanks for the :+fav:! Please check out my other poetry here ==>[link] if you get the chance! :heart:
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