Second cousins, twice removed

All The Things She Said

2008-01-03T03:34:48Z

What would happen if the town found out you were doing the mayors daughter?

Eden took Tara’s hand, dragging her from the crowded club. Less than twenty minutes later Eden had Tara pinned up against the cold brick wall of the old warehouse not far from the club. Tara was moaning loudly as Eden tucked her fingers deeper into her. Eden couldn’t help the smile that played across her lips as she felt Tara tremble beneath her. No sooner had the moment started, it was ended. A harsh white light shone over them, and Tara squeaked, pushing Eden away, who barely took any of it in, standing there, unmoving, knowing that their lives were about to be thrown into turmoil.

Eden sat quietly, self-cut side fringe pushed to one side. The rest of her dark brown hair was hanging around her shoulders. Her mother paced the room, distressed. Her father stood, a hard look on his face. Her mother stopped, turning to face her. Eden could see her face was tear streaked.

“Eden, what were you thinking?!” Her mother begged. “How could you do that, not only to yourself, but to us?”

Eden couldn’t help but feel bad. But not at bad as everyone else thought that she should.

“I-“

A sharp look from her father told her it was better to stay quiet.

“What you did … there are no words to describe it.” Her mother continued.

“There are plenty.” Eden interrupted, ignoring her father. “I’m in love with the mayors daughter. And she’s in love with me.”

Her mother almost shrieked. “No! Eden. You can’t know that.”

“Yes. Yes I can.” Eden looked out the window, her eyes glazing over. “I can tell you every word she has ever said to me. The words that were running through my head when I made the decision to complete us, were hers. I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t know that she loved me, and wanted it too. What we had before that night was no longer enough; we both need this-"
"SHUT UP!” her father yelled. “You know nothing! Your 16 years old for fucks sake! Eden, you made a STUPID decision, but you have to acknowledge that! You can’t keep thinking like this. Its wrong!”

Eden looked back, shaking her head. “You may think I’ve crossed the line, but I haven’t even begun.”

Her father opened his mother to respond, but Eden was already bolting out the open window.

She didn’t hear her father yell, or her mother plead, only the sound of the feet pounding on the pavement. It began to rain heavily, but Eden barely noticed as she sprinted to Tara’s house.

The place was big, bigger than all the others on the street. It was white, trimmed in brown, the front door solid oak. But Eden didn’t care about the front door. She snuck around to the back, and climbing up the side of the house skilfully. She stood on the second floor and knocked on one of the windows. The blind opened to reveal a shocked looking Tara standing on the other side. The girl opened the window, her sandy brown hair blown from her face with the sharp wind that followed the dripping Eden through the window.
”Eden…what are you doing? My parents told me I can never see you again.” Tara said, distraught.

“Is that what you want?" asked Eden, taking a small step forward.

“No, of course it’s not. But Eden, we don’t have a choice.” Tara said sadly.

Eden almost scoffed at the comment. “We can do whatever we want.” She pressed Tara up against the wall, looking deep into her eyes. Her voice was soft as she began to sing, but it was soon filled with passion.

“All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head

I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost
If I'm asking for help it's only because
Being with you has opened my eyes
Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise?

I keep asking myself, wondering how
I keep closing my eyes but I can't block you out
Wanna fly to a place where it's just you and me
Nobody else,

So we can be free

All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head

And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed
They say it's my fault but I want her so much
Wanna fly her away where the sun and rain
Come in over my face, wash away all the shame
When they stop and stare - don't worry me
'Cause I'm feeling for her what she's feeling for me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head

All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head

Mother looking at me
Tell me what do you see?
Yes, I've lost my mind

Daddy looking at me
Will I ever be free?
Have I crossed the line?

All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head

Running through my head

This is not enough
This is not enough
All the things she said
All the things she said…”

She took a breath, as they both heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Tara, who are you talking to? Is someone in there?” asked Tara’s mother, her father knocking on the door.

“Tell me, Tara. What is it that you want?” Eden’s voice was caring, but desperate.

Tara looked from Eden to the door and back, as Eden began to rub a hand up and down her leg, urging her to make a decision.

Tara sighed, closing her eyes. “I want you.” she breathed.

Eden nodded, and took Tara’s hand, pulling her to the window. Tara climbed out first, as her parents knocked again.

“Tara, are you okay?”

She looked back but Eden stopped her with a hand on her cheek. Eden shook her head, and no words had to be spoked for them to know what each other were thinking. Tara nodded, stepping onto the window, followed closely by Eden.

It was still raining as the escaped the back yard, and holding hands, ran down the street, intent on finding freedom.

Song: All The Things She Said - t.A.T.u

Where Does The Good Go?

2007-12-16T05:04:20Z

The rustle of leaves,
No sound at all.
The feel of the breeze,
No touch at all.
The feeling of love,
No emotions at all.
The view of the world,
Corupted by others.
Many a pains,
Or just for a second.
Death over life,
Life over death.

Drivin' Me Wild

2007-10-26T07:26:41Z

Okay, so I've decided to come out to my parents. Most of my school already knows and they are ... less than excepting. But my parents might be worst. I decided to tell them in person, and so I planned out what I was going to say. They are likely to dismiss it as a plea for attention, or a 'phase', so I wrote down all the things I needed to get across before they said anything. I wrote and learned this off by heart, so I can tell them everything that they need to hear.

This is what I came up with:

Is something that I want to tell you and I need you to listen and let me finish before you say anything. I’m gay. A lesbian. I have known for a long time, since I was little. It the last few months it has become more and more of a burden keeping it from you.

It has also placed an invisible wall between us, wether you know it or not, because I can’t tell you what I’m feeling or going through, all the things that straight children take for granted.

I think that you may have suspected for a little while now, but on the other hand, it could come as a total shock. I’ve done research and know that you may be feeling upset, confused… or even angry. And I have had time to adjust and understand. And I know you may need time too.

But try to understand, my friends know, and they are cool with it. They are totally supportive and the reason I have chosen to share this with you is because I want that same support at home. At school I don’t have to hide behind all these smoke and mirrors. I don’t have to avoid questions about boys, boyfriends, or future husbands. This lying has been eating away at me for far too long.

Now, I know that 15 is a young at to come out to you, and you may dismiss it as just a phase. But IT IS NOT. This is something I feel very strongly about, and there is not doubt in my mind. I am happy with myself and even though you may not understand about my being gay, I hope that you will still love me. I am the same person I was before I told you, now you just know one more thing about me. This has been hard for me to tell you, and I know I have taken I bug risk in doing so. But it was a risk I was willing to take, because I want you to love me for who I am, not who you think I am, or who you want me to be.

_________________________________________________

It is going to be hard to tell them, but I have to. I can't keep living like this.

And when I woke up this morning, God, I missed you something fierce

2007-10-05T08:15:05Z

Hey there. OKay, so my MSN isn't workin here, so LJ updates will have to do for now.

Okay, *evil hate stare to Jess* Yes, you Jess. You and your stupid Tegan and Sara.
*starts to sing*

Soon my face will be on every magazine
And then my voice
Will be on every frequency
Take my heart while you're at it why don't you
Sign me up to sell me out
I am my angel 'til death I do
I saw my first angel
And it was you

*head desk* I hate you Jess. And so does my family, as i have been singing non-stop the whole trip. And yes, you missed my singing.
Oh, Jess. I found a chick who looks exactly like Lara, from Lword. Mmmm................sorry, where was I? Oh, right.

~~~

We haven't been doing much. We stayed in the smalltown called Beechworth where my dad lived when he was younger, but thats it.

We walked around the whole town. "If there is something in Beechworth we haven't seen, then it doesn't exist." Yeah, my dad said it. He wasn't happy about walking either. lol

What have you guys been up to? I miss you all heaps, and i wish i was there instead of half way across the country. But shit happens, so meh.

I get back on sunday night, so i can't see any of you the day i get back either. *sad face*
But i will see you all on monday, ...if i come, cause i may be sleeping...*hears you yell* okay, okay. I'll try.

Kisses to all

PS, Abby, there should be a Chrissy reply. Im not sure when im going to be at internet again, but I'll do my best.

I Never Know...

2007-09-17T10:29:49Z

I've been awake for a while now
you've got me feelin like a child now
cause every time i see your bubbly face
i get the tinglies in a silly place

It starts in my toes
makes me crinkle my nose
where ever it goes i always know
that you make me smile
please stay for a while now
just take your time
where ever you go

The rain is fallin on my window pane
but we are hidin in a safer place
under the covers stayin dry and warm
you give me feelins that i adore

It starts in my toes
makes me crinkle my nose
where ever it goes
i always know
that you make me smile
please stay for a while now
just take your time
where ever you go

What am i gonna say
when you make me feel this way
I just........mmmmmmmmmmm

It starts in my toes
makes me crinkle my nose
where ever it goes
i always know
that you make me smile
please stay for a while now
just take your time
where ever you go

I’ve been asleep for a while now
You tucked me in just like a child now
Cause every time you hold me in your arms
Im comfortable enough to feel your warmth

It starts in my soul
And I lose all control
When you kiss my nose
The feelin shows
Cause you make me smile
Baby just take your time
Holdin me tight

Where ever, where ever, where ever you go
Where ever, where ever, where ever you go...

The Assassination Of Those Who Speak

2007-09-04T06:16:23Z

ARHH! BROTHERS CAN BE SUCK F**KTARDS SOMETIMES! THEY DON'T THINK. THEY DO ANYTHING FOR ATTENTION. EVEN BREAKING 'PROMISES'.

My brother read something PRIVATE first of all. He laughed and thought it was funny. I conviced him not tell, especially not our parents. They're not ready to know. They wouldn't like it, at all.

But what does he do? He can't keep quiet for a month. He used it to get attention, there's no decency in that. Now my parents think I'm a joke and they don't think anything of me. That worm that I accenently stepped on this morning? Yeah, there's no doubt in my mind that that worm was higher on their list than me.

All because he couldn't stay quiet.

Taking the Bait :: (for Laura)

2007-09-03T12:13:41Z

Title: - Taking the Bait
Author: - Fem_Slasher AKA Jeanne (me)
Fandom: -None, my own little world
Pairing: - Scottie/Paulie
Rating: - PG-13
Summary - ((sequel to House of Wolves)) Scottie and Paulie have escaped from Blackheath, but what are they going to do now?

**For Laura. May you please stop bugging me for a sequel. (Also alert me of any mistakes.)

(The darling that in my mind played Dakota Dreamin’)

“Heels down!” Paulie exclaimed for the millionth time. “Okay, okay. That’s enough.” She instructed the class to cool down their horses, and wandered over to Scottie, who was standing by the fence.

“They’re getting better.” Scottie commented, and Paulie nodded.

“Yeah.” Paulie had been teaching the beginners riding class for three weeks now, and Scottie was right, they were improving.

Scottie was lucky enough to have scored teaching the advanced class.

They had shown up at Angel Creek Equestrian Centre a week after their ‘escape’ from Blackheath, looking for a place to stay while they rested their horses. They had been greeted by Kate Austin, the owner of the stables, who’d ushered them inside. Kate, Paulie guessed, was no older than 28 and had light blonde hair, which she kept in a loose braid. She’d fed them and let them sleep in one of the barn houses. The next morning, as they were getting ready to leave, Kate had offered them both jobs as teachers for her kids’ classes, explaining she had just lost all of her stable hands to other jobs. In repayment, they would be able to live on the grounds and their horses could stay in with the riding school horses. The girls would teach two classes a day, sometimes more. When they weren’t teaching, they would take over the farm hand’s jobs, and help out where needed. They were also given time to work with their own horses, and use them in classes, if necessary. Sunday afternoon they took some of the girls on a group trail ride, exploring the many paths that surrounded the grounds.

Today was a particularly hot Saturday, and they had an hour to kill before Scottie’s class.

Kate approached, jeans dirty, hair messy. It was clear she’d been fighting to control and train the newly acquired Newfoundland Pony yearling, Dakota Dreamin’.

“Nice work, girls. Why don’t you take a break?”

They nodded, heading inside the cool barn and grabbing a brush box. They spent the time grooming their horses before Scottie spoke up.

“You should take Clarity for a gallop.”

Paulie looked at her over the divider of the two stalls. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, you’ve finished for the day. You’ll have nothing better to do while I’m teaching.” Scottie insisted, and Paulie nodded. They were soon tacking up both their horses, as Scottie planned to use Rio in her lesson. She tied him in his stall and followed Paulie as she led Clarity into the bright sun. She watched as Paulie mounted, and took off towards the woods behind the paddocks.

Scottie went back inside, tacking up three horses before the girls started showing up.

“Grab your horses, finish tacking up and then meet me outside.”
Five minutes later, they gathered in the ring, the girls’ faces lighting up with glee as they saw the jumps set up.

Scottie laughed at their enthusiasm. “Mount up.” She said, moving Rio into a corner, out of the way for the moment.

She stayed on the ground, giving the girls pointers as they went over the jump in turn. She adjusted the pole higher, and they went over again.

“How about a couple more?”

The girls cheered and she placed a few more jumps following the first. They were about to start when Rio let out a shrill whinny. They turned and were met with a sight that made Scottie’s blood run cold.

Clarity bolted from the woods, stirrups flying. Paulie was nowhere to be seen.

Scottie didn’t think, she headed straight to Rio. One of the girls ran to open the gate, and corralled the spooked horse inside as Rio and Scottie flew past.

“Everyone dismount!” She shouted over her shoulder. She leaned in close to Rio’s neck as they entered the woods, dodging trees. She pulled him up suddenly, causing him to rear. But she didn’t falter. “PAULIE!” She screamed. There was no response.

She urged Rio into a canter and they moved deeper, stopping once more. “Paulie!”

This time Scottie thought she heard something, Rio’s ears flicked back and forth, as if he were listening too. They trotted in the direction of the noise, and a voice rang out.

“Scottie?”

“Paulie! I’m here.” She stood in the stirrups, and spotted Paulie lying next to a huge oak tree. They cantered over, Scottie jumping from the saddle before they had even stopped, rushing over. “Oh god. Honey, are you okay?” She hugged Paulie close.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” Paulie made to stand up, but her ankle gave out from beneath her. She yelped as Scottie caught her, lowering her to the ground with a worried look. “It’s just bruised.” She assured.

Scottie sighed, wrapping an arm around Paulie’s waist, helping her up. They limped over to where Rio was standing. He waited patiently as she helped Paulie into the saddle, swinging up in front of her. Paulie wrapped her arms around Scottie tightly as they turned and started out of the woods.

“What happened?” Scottie asked, steering Rio gently.

“A snake hissed and lunged at us. Clarity fled and I wasn’t ready for it.” Paulie paused. “She came back, right?”

Scottie nodded. “Yeah. That’s what told us something was wrong.”

Paulie sighed, relieved. “Good. I thought she might have gotten confused. You know, lost her bearings.”

“She’s a good girl, she knows her way around. The girls are taking care of her.”

They came out into the light, met by an anxious class and a concerned Kate. They were soon crowded around, having questions shot at them. Rio bobbed his head, almost enjoying the attention.

‘He’s so different from when I first met him…’ Scottie thought, remembering the almost wild gelding throwing himself around the arena at Blackheath.

Kate stepped forward, ushering the class back. She turned to Paulie. “Are you alright?”

Paulie nodded as Scottie slipped from the saddle. She took Paulie’s hand, helping her down. “It’s just bruised.” She repeated, and Kate nodded.

“We all do it. Come on.” Between both Scottie and Kate, they managed to get Paulie to the girls’ shared cottage with minimum moaning from Paulie.

They settled her on the bed, removing her boot.

“It doesn’t look too bad.” Kate commented. “I’ve done worse.” She wrapped it in a bandage. “Just keep it up, and definitely no walking.”

Paulie groaned in disapproval, but Kate gave her a look that clearly read ‘no nonsense…’ and the younger girl kept quiet.

“I’ll take over the last part of the class, Scottie. You take care of your horses, then you can take the rest of the weekend off to help out our cripple here.” Kate teased, though she kept to her ‘horses before one’s self’ belief.

Paulie glared at her over the joke, but flopped back onto the pillow, as Scottie sniggered.

“You think this is funny?” Paulie demanded as Kate left.

“No.” Scottie said, trying to suppress a laugh. Paulie gave her the same glare she had given Kate a moment ago, and tossed the other pillow at Scottie, who ducked out the door just in time.

It was dark before Scottie had properly taken care of the horses. Untacked them, cooled them down, groomed them both, and settled them in their stalls next to the other school horses. She stood in the alleyway and Rio dropped his head over the door. She stroked his muzzle gently, stepping closer. He nickered softly, nudging her. She smiled, kissing his furry ear lightly.

“Thank you, Rio. You did good today.” She murmured, looking out to the stars dotting the sky. He nodded, focused only on her, breathing warmly against her neck. “I love you.” She whispered, before saying good night and heading back to Paulie.

Paulie was asleep when Scottie entered. She had changed into her pyjamas, though seemingly with difficulty, as clothes were hanging from all over the room. Scottie laughed, changing quietly, settling next to the sleeping form.

Paulie didn’t stay asleep for long, though. “Hey.” She murmured.

Scottie smiled. “Hey, yourself.”

Paulie smirked, pulling Scottie closer. “Our horses okay?”

Scottie nodded, snuggling up against Paulie. “They’re fine. Tired, though, I think. They were more than happy to go inside.”

“How about you? Are you tired?” Paulie questioned, a wolfish grin on her face.

Scottie grinned, moving to hover over Paulie. “Not yet…”

Scottie proceeded to spend the next hour of her life making Paulie moan in a different way…

And So I Prayed

2007-09-02T10:06:11Z

No. 91 – Guilt (Nikki/Nora)

2007-09-01T23:50:36Z

No. 91 – Guilt (Nikki/Nora)

Nora quietly climbed from the bed, making sure the blankets were still tight around Nikki. It was cold and Nora shivered in the darkness, slowly padding across the room, closing the door behind her.

She went and sat on the windowsill, pale moonlight filtering through the glass, pooling in her blue eyes. She sighed, scooping up her blonde curls and tying them back.

She heard Nikki whimper in her sleep, and Nora knew she was having another nightmare.

“Oh Nikki.” Nora murmured, staring at the cars driving by on the road below. “I’ve tried to understand, I have. But, sweetie you won’t talk to me. I don’t know feel close to you anymore. Sometimes, when I touch you, I see it in your eyes, if only for a second; disgust.” Tears rolled down Nora’s cheeks.

“Baby, if you just gave me some idea of what he did, what you went through…just talk to me. Please.” Nora begged, sobbing quietly, not wanting to wake Nikki.

“I know, I should have been there to protect you. And this is all my fault. It should have been me in there, not you. And I wish I could make this all better, but I can’t. And I’m sorry.”

Nora sat quietly until her breathing returned to normal, sighing before going back to bed, snuggling close to Nikki.

No. 99 – Try (Leah/Sally)

2007-09-01T14:44:33Z

No. 99 – Try (Leah/Sally)

The first fic in my ‘100 Feeling/Emotions’ challenge set by my friends. (Some friends they are *kidding*) It’ll keep me busy for a while, anyways.

Summary: Leah feels she’s not good enough for Sally.

Leah sat in the corner, watching Sally’s sleeping form. Leah was scared. Scared of loosing Sally, of hurting her.

She shivered, her thin pyjamas providing little warmth against the cold air. She pulled up legs in close, crying softly.

“Leah?” Sally’s voice rang out gently. Leah looked up, tears staining her face. “Come here, baby.” Leah obeyed, crawling under the covers next to Sally, snuggling close.

“What’s wrong?” Sally probed gently.

Leah sighed. “I’m doing my best, really. I try to be there for you…” She sniffled.

“Oh, sweetie.” Soothed Sally, kissing Leah’s silky brown hair. “I know. And you’re perfect.”

Leah shook her head. “It’s not enough. Look at me, all broken up. You’re the one who was hurt.”

Sally cupped Leah’s face in her hands, gazing into her eyes. “But you have to watch. Everything that I go through, you feel it too. And you take it hard. Try to relax, okay? Good, now get some sleep hunny.”

Leah nodded, moving close to Sally and drifting off. Sally smiled, soon joining her.

A Touch

2007-09-01T14:16:28Z

A gentle touch,
A soft caress,
The coming together of two bodies,
two minds,
two souls.
Motivation, intent,
So innocent, so pure.
Feelings of tenderness, aliveness and warmth.

How could such desire be cause for shame?

House of Wolves

2007-09-01T14:01:27Z

Title: - House of Wolves
Author: - Fem_Slasher AKA Jeanne (me)
Fandom: -None, my own little world
Pairing: - Scottie/Paulie
Rating: - PG-13
Summary - Scottie is sent to boarding school, where things get worse than they were before...

(This is the image in my mind of Rio)

(And this would be Clarity.)

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“Susan Scott Thompson! Where have you been?!” Her mother exclaimed.

Susan hung her head. “Mother, please don’t call me that.” She could tell her mother was mad.

“I shall call you what I wish. Where have you been?”

“In the woods.”

Her mother put her hands on her hips. “You spend too much time out there alone.” She paused. “That is why I am sending you away.”

Susan’s head shot up.

“You’re going off to boarding school tomorrow morning.” She said, her voice steady.

“No, I’ll behave! Not boarding school. Please?” She whimpered. Her mother shook her head.

“Now, upstairs and pack your bags. Miguel.” She summoned the butler. “Ring the school and inform them she will be arriving a week early.”

Susan padded slowly up the staircase and to her room.

The moonlight filtered through her open window, illuminating her suitcase, which lay open on her bed. She stood by the window, looking down onto the paddock below. Her black gelding was cantering around on the wet grass. His coat shone in the moonlight. He had been a present from her father when she was nine. Her father had died two years later. She had spent the last four years under her mother’s rule. Blade was the only remaining thing she had that connected her to her father. She didn’t know what was going to happen to him and she would remember to ask her mother in the morning. She sighed and moved the bag onto the floor, slipping into bed.

Susan lugged her bag down the huge staircase and into the entrance hall, where her mother and Miguel were waiting.

She placed the suitcase on the floor and looked up at her mother. “What is going to happen to Blade while I’m gone?”

Her mother looked at her for a moment before responding. “I’m having him put down.”

Susan’s jaw dropped. “What?!” Out the corner of her eye she saw their next-door neighbour walk past the window. In his hands he carried his hunting rifle. She leapt forward, but with a wave of her mother’s hand, she had Miguel restrain her.

“NO! Please! I’ll do anything!” She wailed, tears brimming in her eyes. “Mother, you can’t! I’ll find someone for him to stay with! Just...PLEASE!” She struggled against the arms holding her back.

Ms Thompson shook her head. Susan heard Blade whinny.

“NO!” A single shot rang out. Her scream echoed the halls. A piercing scream of anguish and horror. “BLADE!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing.

“Miguel, put her in the car.” Was all her mother said before walking away.

Miguel guided Susan to the car, loading her bag in the boot. She shrunk against the back seat. ‘I’m never coming back here.’ Vowed Susan as they drove away from the house.

Three hours later they pulled up the long driveway of Blackheath School for Girls. The grounds were huge, and the place was surrounded by greenery. The building looked like a castle, all light brown brick.

Miguel opened her door, and, taking her hand, gently pulled her out. She looked up into his caring eyes. He had been there as long as she could remember, and had helped her through her father’s death. “You can do this, Scottie. I know you can.” He pulled something out of his pocket. It was some black strands of hair, made into a necklace with some strips of leather. He held it out to her. “I clipped this from Blade’s mane after I over-heard your mother having a conversation with Mr Carthue last night.” She felt tears well in her eyes and she hugged him. When she pulled back, he slipped the necklace over her head. He retrieved her suitcase from the car. “Good luck.”

She watched as he started the journey back to the house. She turned and surveyed the place. Girls were running, playing sports and walking from classes. She felt alone amongst the group of strangers.

A teacher noticed her and came over. “Miss Susan Thompson, I suppose.”

Susan only nodded. The lady ushered her into the front of the building. “I am Mrs Wallis and- Ah, Paulie!” She motioned to a girl who strolled over. She had straight brown hair that went just past her shoulders. She wore it out, compared to Susan. Her hair was braided halfway down her back; the rest fluttered around freely.

“Susan, this is Pauline, She is going to be your room mate.” Pauline cocked her head to the side, studying her. After a moment, Mrs Wallis spoke up.

“Well now, Pauline, why don’t you take Susan up to your room.” She hurried off.

Pauline nodded to one of the staircases. “Come on.” Susan followed Pauline, listening as she talked. “Call me Paulie. So, where do you come from?” She turned when Susan didn’t answer. “Ok then.” She continued up the stairs and that finally came on a room halfway done the hall. Paulie open the door and led Susan in. She flopped onto one of the beds. “This is mine. You can pick from the others.”

Susan looked around the room. It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t large. It had two glass-pane doors that opened onto a small stone balcony. Clothes were tossed all over the place, as were schoolbooks.

“Sorry about the mess.” Shrugged Paulie, as Susan placed her bag on the bed closest to the balcony, claming it as her own. “I didn’t expect I’d have a roommate this year.”

Susan nodded and started to unpack her things. She put her clothes in the closet, but left her personal things in her bag, which she tucked under the bed.

“This is for you.” Paulie handed her a package filled with an assortment of schoolbooks. “That’s all your stuff.” She said.

Susan took the books and began writing her name on them.

Paulie watched her. “Are you ever gonna say anything?” Susan glanced up, but quickly lowered her gaze. She didn’t like the way Paulie looked at her. It was like she could see right through her, like she knew things about her.

Paulie accepted this. “Okay. I don’t care either way.” A bell rang out though the building. Paulie stood up and offered her hand to Susan. She slowly accepted and was pulled to her feet.

“That’s next class. Do you know where you need to be?” Susan shook her head. “Well, the desk where you came in can tell you.” said Paulie as she tossed two of the books to Susan and steered her through the door and shut it behind them. She pulled a key from her pocket. “Here. For the door.” She wandered off when they reached the bottom of the stairs. Susan looked around the huge entrance hall, walking over to the desk near the back.

She approached the receptionist. She must have looked very lost, as the lady immediately asked if she was new.

She nodded.

“You’ll need a class timetable then.” She clicked around on the computer and grabbed a fresh printout. She handed it to the girl and gave her directions to her first class.

Susan hurried off, not wanting to be late. Her wish was not granted and she came upon a closed wooden door. She knocked lightly, slowly opening it. She was greeted by at least twenty pairs of curious eyes.

“Miss Thompson?” Asked a young woman. She had short blonde hair and a friendly smile. Susan nodded uncertainly. The teacher motioned to the empty desks. “Anywhere will do.” She turned and continued to write on the blackboard.

Susan sat in the desk closest to the window and put down her books. She pulled out a pen, and ignoring the analysing looks, copied out the work.

The lesson was over quick enough and she left the room with the other students. Some of them tried to talk to her, but gave up when she didn’t respond.

She somehow managed to find her way around for the rest of the day, and when classes where over, she made her way back up to her room.

She entered to find Paulie gone, still in class. She had learned that not all class ended at the same time everyday, and that times would vary from class to class. Susan didn’t mind and was grateful for some time alone.

She took her suitcase from under her bed and sighed at its contents. A few framed photos, her diary and Blade’s halter.

The photos were: a photo of her at her ninth birthday, proudly holding the lead rope to the huge black horse.

A photo of her and Blade at their first horse show. They had done well and were decorated with several ribbons.

The last was of her father, standing contently outside their home on a sunny autumn day.

Her diary was black, and made of leather. It was thick, full of her thoughts on everything she had ever experienced.

And the halter. She took it whenever she had to go away, to remind her of what she had to come back for. Not that it made much difference now. But she was thankful that she had something of Blade’s.

Sighing as she felt the fresh the tears, memories of that morning now vivid in her mind. She pushed the diary away and the suitcase back under the bed. She felt uncomfortable in her new uniform. The red checked skirt didn’t even cover her knees and the white shirt wasn’t flattering either. She curled up on her bed and gradually drifted off to sleep.

“Everybody get down!” Yelled a man over the loud thrashing in the background. “You know where you have to be!” He continued. “Go for it! And do us proud!”

Scottie nodded and she and several others scattered into the forest behind them.

She split away and dived into the long grass as s whizzing sound came from the sky.

She pulled her hood over her head as she lay on her belly. She was positioning herself when there was a bang and she felt her body jerk in response. Her shoulder felt like it was on fire and she screamed in pain-

“Susan! Wake up.”

She was being shaken, and she opened her eyes to find Paulie leaning over her.

“Thank you.” Said Paulie, slumping back onto her own bed. “Are you okay? You started yelling in your sleep.”

Susan nodded and looked out the window. It was dark and the moon was out.

“You were sleeping when I got back, and when dinner was called. I thought you’d rather sleep than eat. But maybe I was wrong.”

Susan shook her head, a glance at the clock told her it was almost ten. She got up and went to the closet. She retrieved a blue silken nightgown. She was aware that Paulie’s eyes were still on her.

Paulie sighed, but got the message. She turned around and sat facing the other way.

Susan quickly slipped into the nightdress and sat on her bed. Paulie turned back and gazed at Susan for a moment. She shook herself and pointed to the bed. “Go back to sleep. We get up at 7am, sharp.”

Susan got back into bed and Paulie changed and did the same. “Goodnight, Susan.” She said, expecting no response as she turned out the light.

Sun streamed in the window, waking Susan from her slumber. She dressed, watching Paulie sleep as she did so. The girl was like no one else she knew. She mentally shrugged and went down the hall to the communal bathroom. When she came back, hair plaited loosely, Paulie was changing into her uniform.

“Come on.” She said when she was done. “Breakfast.” They went down to the cafeteria and ate together before separating for classes.

Two weeks passed and Susan still hadn’t spoken a word. Everyone had grown used to her silence and let her be. All except for Paulie. Others talked to her, but not the way Paulie did. She seemed to understand there was an underlying cause, and left it be. But when she talked, she made Susan feel involved in the conversation without needing to say anything. Paulie had also given her a walk around the school. The place was impressive. It contained a soccer field, tennis court, a lake hidden within the forest behind the buildings, and…a horse stable. Susan had managed to keep away from the latter so far, but she could see Paulie wanted them to go riding together. But Susan wasn’t ready yet; she hadn’t even let on about Blade. The only clue was the snippet of his mane she wore around her neck.

One evening they were sitting together in their room ‘talking’.

“-the others here can be such bitches sometimes. But just ignore them, Susan.”

“Scottie.” She whispered.

Paulie looked up, a smile gracing her lips. “What?”

“Scottie.” She repeated softly, looking down.

“Scottie, I knew you could do it.” Murmured Paulie, clearly gratified. She reached over and cupped Scottie face in one hand, forcing her to look at her. She gazed into Scottie’s bright blue eyes. Then let her go. She got up and changed into her pj’s. Scottie sat on the floor for a moment before doing the same.

Over the next few days she began to talk to those round her. She didn’t say much about her past, though people were asking. But they soon got the message and stopped asking, although continued to make her talk with them.

She could tell her teachers were also pleased she was talking. She politely corrected them on her name and they smiled. “Scottie it is, then.”

The girls from her class where crowding her in the halls and she was starting to feel claustrophobic.

Suddenly, someone pushed towards her. She was relieved to see it was Paulie.

“Move it.” She glared at one of the girls and they backed away. Paulie steered her outside, where Scottie breathed in the fresh air. “Thank you.” She said.

Paulie nodded one. “Good thing, being a year above. The little brats have a tiny bit of …respect?” She shrugged.

Scottie smile. “Maybe.”

Paulie linked her arm around Scottie. “We’re going for a walk.”

They wandered past the lake. Girls were running, playing. Paulie led Scottie towards the stable. Scottie noticed.

She shook her head. “No, Paulie. Please. Not there.”

Paulie looked into Scottie’s eyes. “Why?”

Scottie turned away. “Just…no.”

“That’s not the kinda answer I’m looking for.” She said, voice soft. Scottie hadn’t heard her sound like that before. She looked up.

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” She sighed. “Don’t push…and I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”

Paulie seemed satisfied. “All right. But in the mean time, you’re coming with me.” She gently guided Scottie in to the dark barn. It took their eyes a moment to adjust. When they did, Scottie could see at least ten stables running down each side of the walls. There were girls moving back and forth, leading horses, carrying saddles.

She felt the emotion swelling up inside her. She took a deep breath and seized control of them. She didn’t want to break down in front of Paulie. She had a feeling she wouldn’t appreciate it much.

They walked down the ally, observing the other girls. “Here.” Said Paulie, pointing to one stable. “That’s Clarity.”

In front of her was a huge white horse, it must have been at least 17 hands high. The black halter was superb against her white. She snorted and dropped her head over the stall door, nudging Paulie.

“Hey.” She exclaimed, scritching Clarity’s muzzle. Scottie smiled softly, letting her eyes wander down the hall. A flash of brown caught her attention. She followed it to a stall that adjoined onto a large sand arena. A large chocolate gelding was cantering around, kicking up the sand. She stood in awe for a moment, until Paulie came up behind her.

“Scottie, meet Hickory Rio. He is the untameable ruler of the stable.” Paulie explained.

He moved beautifully around the ring, bucking and kicking, showing his obvious displeasure at being here. He whinnied and Scottie thought it was one of the most amazing sounds she had ever heard.

Paulie studied Scottie for a moment. “Don’t even think about it.” She said.

Scottie turned to her, eyes pleading. “You wanted me to ride. And I will, on him.”

Paulie shook her head. “No way. No one can ride him…no one can handle him.”

“And if anyone was going to conquer him, it would not be you.” Piped up a voice behind them.

They spun around and came face o face with Claire Littleton. She had blond hair and was carrying an expensive looking saddle. “Until a few days ago you weren’t even talking. Now you want to ride Hickory?” She laughed, cruelly. Scottie kept her cool. She was used to people like Claire.

Paulie, on the other hands, was seething.

“Inferiors like you should never have been allowed into the school.” She spat at Scottie.

“Leave. I’m warning you Claire.” Said Paulie stepping forward.

“Or what?” She sniggered. “You’ll come after me?”

Paulie screamed, lunging at Claire. They slammed against the floor, hard. “Back Off Slut!” Yelled Paulie, hitting the blond in the face with her fist.

Scottie gasped, Claire shrieked and a crowd was forming. Scottie jumped beside them and pulled Paulie back.

“Hey! Hey!” She took Paulie’s attention away from Claire, long enough for some of her friends to help her up, and a teacher to arrive. “Calm down.”

She dragged Paulie back to their room. “What were you thinking?” She exclaimed in a hush voice.

Paulie was still fuming. “Didn’t you hear what she said about you?! That little bitch!”

“Settle!” Commanded Scottie. “That doesn’t mean you have to turn her black and blue!”

Paulie glared at her. “She deserves worse.”

“PAULIE!”

“She does! She doesn’t even know you! She goes around thinking she is better than everyone else! Expensive clothes, expensive jewellery, expensive equipment! She needs to taste reality!”

“That’s not your job!”

“Who’s is it?” Questioned Paulie.

“NOT YOUR’S!”

They stood there, glaring at each other for a minute. But then Paulie stepped forward and kissed Scottie on the lips.

Scottie was shocked for a moment, but then deepened the kiss. She didn’t know how long she had wanted to, but the feeling had been nagging at her for a while. She hadn’t acted on them, though. She wasn’t sure what would have come of it. But right now, she wished she hadn’t waited so long. She pushed her tongue into Paulie’s mouth.

Paulie pulled back and Scottie frowned. “What’s wrong?”

The brunette looked down at her, eyes solemn. “Are you sure?”

Scottie didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Paulie waited a moment longer, before finally believing Scottie and drawing her down onto the bed.

Scottie woke up the next morning to the 7am bell. She nudged the warm body next to her. “Paulie.”

The sleeper stirred. “Hmm…?”

Scottie attempted to untangle herself from the sheets, but paulie pulled her back down. “Where are you going?”

Scottie cocked her head to the side. “Hear that?” The bell sounded again. “That means breakfast.”

Paulie groaned, slamming a pillow over her head.

Scottie smiled, shivering against the cold air as she stood up. She quickly dressed in her uniform, tossing Paulie hers. “Come on.”

Closing the door behind her, she stepped out into the hall. Some of the other girls gave her dirty looks, and she didn’t know why.

The shunning continued throughout the day. She talked to Paulie about it that night, it had been happening to her too, but she didn’t know why.

They put up with it for two more days before finding out what was going on.

Paulie stormed into their room, furious. “Claire!” Was all she offered, pacing the room.

Scottie stopped what she was doing and gave Paulie her attention. “Claire what?”

“She is why everyone is shitting with us. She told them too.” Paulie flopped onto the bed. “Grrr. I want to rip her throat out.”

Scottie raised an eyebrow. “Nice…” She laughed gently when Paulie glared at her. Scottie leaned over and kissed her. Paulie smiled and kissed her back.

Just then, the dinner bell rang. Paulie pulled back. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry for something else…”

Scottie smirked, responding with a kiss, letting Paulie straddle her lightly.

Scottie clamped a hand over the wound. Her fingers were soon covered with blood. She swore under her breath, but she had a mission to finish, pain was irrelevant. She rolled back onto her belly, peering through the scope of her M40A1 sniper. She found her target and aimed, finger resting on the trigger. With one single shot, she took out her target and the lifeless body fell to the ground. She rolled on to her back, now letting the pain run its course.

Paulie felt Scottie’s body jerk against her. “Shh.” She soothed, fingers caressing the sleeping girls hair. She felt Scottie relax and she smiled. The girl was prone to having terrifying nightmare, though she refused to tell what they were about. Paulie sighed, drifting off to sleep.

Scottie found herself spending more time at the stable, sometimes watching Paulie work with Clarity. The two were a good match, in size and personality. Scottie could barely touch Clarity’s withers, let alone mount her with the grace Paulie did.

Every now and then she would wander away, down to Hickory Rio.

One afternoon, Paulie discovered her there. “You like him, don’t you?”

Scottie turned to Paulie. “I…want to ride him.”

Paulie shook her head. “No, it’s to dangerous.”

“Please? I know my around a difficult horse. Just give me a chance.” She pleaded.

Paulie sighed. The look of passion in Scottie’s eyes was too much. “Okay, okay.”

Scottie smiled and hugged her. “Thank you.” She whispered in Paulie’s ear.

“Yeah. But if anything goes wrong…just, be careful.”

“I will.” Scottie promised.

“Come on then.”

They came back carrying his tack. They put it on the fence as Scottie slowly entered the arena. Rio snorted but she ignored it. She stepped forward, slipping a bridle on to his head.

She placed the saddle on his back and was shocked at how small the equipment looked on his back. She fastened the last strap and raised her foot into the stirrup. She had to leap onto the saddle gently, and gathered the reins in her hands. The small leather straps fitted easily into her fingers.

She took a deep breath and taped her foot against Rio’s sides. He attempted to bound forward, but she pulled him back. She stomped his foot in disapproval. But she took not notice. She waited until he calmed down before she tried again. This time he responded better. He started to walk quietly around the ring. They did a couple of circles before Scottie asked him to trot. As before, he tied to bolt, but she held him back. It was a few minutes until he decided to cooperate. They were soon trotting in good rhythm.

It was when she asked him to canter, that things went wrong. He kicked up a fuss, tossing his head and jerking from side to side. Scottie sat deep in the saddle to keep herself from falling. She heard Paulie hiss from the side, but she blocked it out. Rio was working himself into a fit, and her now reared up, thrashing his hooves in the air.

When he landed, he took off at a wild gallop. Scottie didn’t try to stop him though. She simply gave him his head and let him run; he would tire soon enough.

And he did. Five minutes later, Paulie had timed them; each minute seeming like an hour.

He slowed to a trot, and then to a walk, hanging his head and breathing heavy. It was now that Scottie asked him to canter. This did not appeal to him, and he ducked a couple of times, until Scottie went hurtling to the ground.

She landed in a crumpled heap, but she didn’t feel anything break. She lay still for a moment, breathing hard. She mentally checked her body. Everything worked, but she was going to have the mother of all bruises tomorrow. She slowly stood and she heard Paulie let out a breath.

Scottie turned to Rio. He gave her a look that clearly said ‘I win’.

She steadily limped towards him and he gave her look of curiosity. Struggling slightly, she climbed back into the saddle. “Over my dead body.” She informed him, gathering the reins and commanding him on. He hesitated for a moment, then responded. They walked for a minute before she tried a canter again. “G’wan.” She said, nudging him on.

She thought he was going to bolt for a second time, but he didn’t and they slid into and easy lope. She let him relax under the bit and he snorted with contentment. She smiled. “That ’a boy.” She gently pulled him back and they trotted over to where Paulie was standing.

She was smiling, but Scottie could sense something else just under the surface. “What’s the matter?”

Paulie looked to her. “I got worried about a minute ago. I thought…I thought maybe you were hurt.”

“Hey, hey. I’m not going anywhere.” Reassured Scottie. She smirked, “Anyways, I have to much to leave behind.”

Paulie smiled at that. “Cool him down. I need to eat.” She turned and left a smiling Scottie.

“You always need to eat.” Muttered Scottie, kicking Rio on.

The next day Paulie suggested they go riding together. They tacked the horses up in the same ring, letting each adjust to the other’s presence.

They mounted and walked next to each other. The horses sniffed for a moment then accepted the situation. In no time they were cantering happily next to one another.

Riding together soon became part of the routine. They took it outside the arena and into the green fields behind the stables. They would gallop past the river almost touching. And they jumped the fallen logs after the storm.

It seemed that Scottie was the only one who could ride Rio, and he was very protective of her. She smiled as she put him in his stall for the night and headed up to dinner.

The students looked up from their plates when one of the teachers scurried into the cafeteria. She whispered something to Mrs Wallis and they both hurried off. They bumped into Demi as they left. Demi smirked and came and sat down next to Paulie. She had been one of the few that had taken their side in the feud with Claire.

She was bubbling with excitement. “You’ll never guess what just happened!”

“You’re right, I won’t.” Replied Paulie shortly. This didn’t put off Demi though.

“No, you’ll want to hear this! Claire has probably broken her arm!”

Scottie raised and eyebrow. “Really?”

Demi nodded. “Rumour has it she was rammed by Hickory Rio. She was trying to ride him!”

Paulie snorted. “Stupid bitch. She thinks she can do better than everyone else can.”

Scottie nodded.

“Well,” Demi continued, voice serious. “She is blaming the whole thing on Rio and demanding he be sent away.”

Scottie shot up. “What?!”

Demi nodded. “And her dad is powerful, she might just get a way with it, too.”

“No.” Uttered Scottie, dashing from the hall.

“Shit.” Swore Paulie, following after her lover.

Scottie reached the stable to see Claire sitting on a bale of hay, opposite Rio. She was glaring at him, hatred in her eyes. The teacher’s stood around her, assessing the situation.

“He has to go.” Whispered one of the teachers, glancing to the horse.

“No!” cried Scottie stepping forward. They all turned to her.

“I’m sorry Scottie. He can’t stay here.” Said Mrs Wallis.

“He attacked me!” Demanded Claire. “He is a violent beast!”

“He is not!” retorted Scottie. “You tried to ride him, event though he’s been restricted to me.”

Claire pretended to be shocked. “I would never do such a thing! And, anyway, why would anyone believe you? You screw girls.”

Paulie’s jaw dropped.

Scottie’s eyes hardened.

“What is she talking about, Scottie?” Asked one of her teachers. Scottie was Claire snigger, but no one else did. She turned to her teachers.

“Nothing. She just wants attention. Please…don’t get rid of Rio.”

They shook their heads. “Sorry. He has to go.” A woman entered, carrying a piece of paper.

“They can take him away tomorrow.” She announced, oblivious to what had been going on in the room.

Mrs Wallis nodded. “Okay.”

“No! Not okay!” Exclaimed Scottie. Mrs Wallis shot her a look.

Scottie turned and ran into the darkness. Paulie swore at the teachers before going after her. She found her in their room, crying in the corner. The room was dark, but Paulie could see Scottie was crying.

“Oh, hey. It’s alright.” She said, sitting down and pulling Scottie into her lap.

“No, it’s not.” Sniffled Scottie, resting her head on Paulie’s chest.

“You’re right. But…there is nothing we can do.”

Scottie looked Paulie in the eyes. “My horse of six years…was killed. Pretty much right in front of me. He was killed so that I could come here. It was a needles death…I don’t think I can handle another…”

Paulie studied her. She was telling the truth. “Maybe…maybe there is something we can do…” She explained it to Scottie. “I’m not asking, just…suggesting.”

Scottie nodded. “Are you sure you would do this for me?”

Paulie smiled sadly. “I would do anything for you…lets go.”

She rang Demi, they would need her help.

They both quickly packed a few items into their bags and snuck down to the stable. Clarity and Rio stood waiting, tacked and ready to go. Demi handed the leads to the girls. She turned to Scottie as they fastened the bags onto the saddles. “It was amazing. I told him that you needed him, and that I was here to help you guys, and it was like he understood. He didn’t fidget or anything.” She touched Scottie’s thigh as the girls settled themselves in the saddles. Demi sighed. “Good luck.” She opened the gate and shuddered as the two huge horses flew past her and into the night.

The thundering of hooves on the earth kept Scottie grounded as they dashed across the grounds. The moon was full; the heavens were in their favour. Scottie looked up and her breath hitched. Rising up in front of them was the two point five metre fence that marked the school boundary. Out the corner of her eye Scottie was Paulie urge Clarity on and there was know doubt in her mind what was coming next. She kicked Rio up, speaking to him encouragingly.

“Come on, boy. You can make this.” She whispered. She saw Clarity take off and readied herself.

Rio prepared, tightening his muscles. Two more strides and he launched himself upwards, body uncurling. She slicked herself in motion with him and they landed on the other side relatively smoothly. She pulled him up behind Paulie and they turned to look back at the school.

“Sleep tight.” Murmured Scottie and Rio whinnied, cutting through the darkness.

Paulie sniggered. “Yeah, pretty much covers it, boy.” She leaned over and kissed Scottie under the stars. She pulled back, and spun Clarity away from the school.

The two girls and their two horses took off into the night.

Vital Protection

2007-09-01T10:55:20Z

Title: - Vital Protection
Author: - Fem_Slasher AKA Jeanne (me)
Fandom: -NCIS
Pairing: - None
Rating: - PG-13
Summary - A kid arrives at NCIS looking for help...

Abby was bouncing around in her lab, music up full blast. She had just connected the DNA of a hair follicle from their crime scene to that of a man the team had pinned for murder, & he was off for at least ten years behind bars. So Abby was very happy.

She was oblivious to the new case presenting itself to the rest of the team.

****

Gibbs exited the elevator & walked over to the squad’s desk, a shy teen following not far behind.

“We have a case.” Announced Gibbs, tossing files onto the desks of DiNozzo, McGee & Ziva.

They each open them, studding the notes & profiles.

“Who’s that?” asked Ziva, nodding towards the girl, who was hanging near to the back wall.

“That,” he replied, “is our victim.”

This caught the attention of the group.

Ziva studied the girl as Gibbs explained what was going on. The girl stood with her hand clasped, hanging in front of her. She was wearing an outfit that looked similar to what Abby wore on a regular basis, though this girl was not as extreme. She was dressed in a black knee length skirt & Black short sleeve top with dark purple lacing. Her hair was long chocolate brown & billowing around her waist. She had amazing blue eyes that were soft & intense at the same time.

****

Gibbs saw Ziva watching the girl but continued. “Three people were killed in an attempt to assassinate her. And that’s too many. McGee, Abby is in the lab. The box of evidence is already there. If she needs anything go & help her. DiNozzo, I want you to find out everything you can about this girls history. I want to know why someone would want her dead. Her name is Annika Hansen.”

DiNozzo nodded & started typing on his computer. Gibbs turned to Ziva. “Ziva! You protect Annika. No ones lays a much as finger on her without your permission.”

Ziva nodded & motioned for Annika to come & sit down. Gibbs turned & walked off, knowing this case was in good hands. Besides, her had jobs of his own to attend to.

Ziva watched Annika slowly approch & sat opposite her desk. “Are you ok?” asked Ziva. The girl looked pretty shaken up. ‘Though, she just got shot at & three people died. She’s probably not’ok’.’ Thought Ziva to herself. The 15 year-old just nodded meakly.

“Can you think of anyone who would want you..” Ziva hesitated, “dead?”

Annika just shook her head as her eyes move shiftly around the room.

“You’re ok here. No is going to hurt you anymore.” The Israeli agent reassured the teen.

Annika looked Ziva in the eyes. Then smilled slightly & Ziva saw her relax just alittle.

“Are you sure you can’t think of anyone?” Ziva probed.

“No one.” Her voice was soft. “I don’t have a lot of friends. But no real enemies,” She stopped. “There may be one.” She looked down.

Ziva was concered. “Who?”

“There’s s girl at school. She’s a real rebel. Always getting into trouble. She doesn’t like me & picking on me. She might stab me with something if she got the chance, but I don’t think she would go all the way as to shoot at me in public like that.” Annika concluded.

“Ok. But I’ll still check her out. Is that ok?” Ziva looked at Annika who again nodded her approvel.

“Thank you.”

Ziva smiled. “That’s ok.”

The NCIS team soon became wrapped up in finding a suspect & the sun soon began to set.

It soon dissappered below the hurizon. All of a sudden the lights went out as all power was cut from the building.

“What happen?” asked DiNozzo loudly.

“I don’t know.” Replied McGee.

Ziva heard, but could not see, Annika start to huperventalate. Ziva quickly moved behind the girl & wrapped her arms around the shaking figure, who gasped. “It’s ok. It’s only me.”Ziva whispered in Annika’s ear, who began to weep.

“No one is going to hurt you. I’m here. I’ll protect you.” Ziva rocked the girl bsck & forth in her arms.

“I’ll see if I can find secrity. Maybe they can explain this. Ziva-”

“I’ve got her.” Ziva replied.

“McGee, your with me.” And with that, they’re footfalls disappeared down the hall.

Ziva pulled Annika down into the corner, next to her desk, Annika rested her head on Ziva’s shoulder, who held the teen close & whispered soothing words in her ear. Annika soon fell asleep & Ziva was left to wonder what had happen to the guys.

****

DiNozzo & McGee were having no luck finding anyone who might know what happened.

“Where is everybody?” asked McGee.

“I don’t know.” Replied DiNozzo exasperated, “If I knew that we wouldn’t be stumbling around up here. Would we, Probie?”

McGee sighed. “I guess not.”

“You gue-“ DiNozzo was cut off by a noise to their left. They both drew their guns, though they could see nothing. All of a sudden a bright light shone in their faces and they were both hit on the head from behind. The blows were hard enough to knock out the men.

****

Ziva sat in the dark, Annika lying with her head in Ziva’s lap. Finally, she heard light footsteps coming towards them. She gentally pulled out her gun & held it on the floor. She could pick out more than three pairs of footsteps. So either DiNozzo & McGee had found a gurd or there was someone else in the room with them.

She slowly moved Annika’s head onto the floor & when the girl sturred Ziva quickly placed a hand over her mouth. She leaned in extreamly close & whispered so it was barly adible. “Don’t make a sound.”

Ziva then stood slowly & rasied her gun. “Whos’ there!?” She cried. She heard the footsteps falter before hurrying close. She listen carefully & shot four shots into the darkness, where she had last heard noise. She dived backwards & grabbed Annika. They ran into where Ziva assumed the next room was & hid.

****

Hours later the lights came back on. By this time the sun was already beginning to rise. Ziva grabbed her gun & headed for the door. She swept the hallway & made her way to where they had been shot at the night before. There were four bodies lying in the spots that Ziva had aimed at. She went back into where Annika was. Ziva walked over to the sleeping form as quietly as possible, studying her in the dim light of morning coming from outside the window. Her hair was still down, spread out over the floor like a brown halo, and in the crimpled clothing she looked more like a little girl than a teen.

Ziva again heard footsteps back at her desk. She lifted her gun & aimed it as she dived out.

“Whoa!” cried DiNozzo, who ducked. He was rubbing the back of his head, as was McGee. “It’s just us.” He eyed the bodies. “These guys give you trouble?”

Ziva nodded. “They attacked us not long after you left. No thanks to you.”

“Hey!” defended McGee. “Someone attached us too. Knocked us out.”

“Probably these guys.” Added DiNozzo.

Ziva rolled her eyes.

“Where’s the girl?” he asked.

“Annika is in the room down the hall.” Ziva replied.

“You left her there alone?” he demanded, reaching for his weapon & stepping forward, but Ziva held out her hand to stop him.

“She’s fine. The room is clear. She’s been through a lot. Let her sleep.”

DiNozzo agreed.

****

“Turns out they were apart of a group known as the Terror-Kade.” DiNozzo explained to the team & Annika later that day. “It’s kind of like a gang. To be initiated they have to go on a ‘group hunt’ where they follow & kill a young girl chosen by the leader. There was a letter in one of the pockets that instructed the kill of Annika Hansen. Pretty creepy boss.”

Gibbs nodded slightly. “Good work.” And left.

“What about me?” Annika spoke up.

“Your free to go. No one is after you now.” Replied DiNozzo.

Ziva saw Annika shrink back just a little, & it would have been impossible for anyone else to detect. She stepped forward & hugged the teen tightly. “I’m here as long as you need me.” She whispered for only Annika to hear. Annika smiled faintly & Ziva took her hand & lead her out.

DiNozzo & McGee looked at each other. “What was that?”

“The world is ending.” They murmured frightened.

Only For You

2007-09-01T10:51:36Z

Title: - Only For You
Author: - Fem_Slasher AKA Jeanne (me)
Fandom: -NCIS
Pairing: - None
Rating: - PG-13
Summary - Gibbs helps a girls who's life has been effected by the war.

She felt as if her heart had been ripped from her chest. She screamed, running from the man in front of her. Tears streamed down her face as the wind stung at her face.

Ziva glared at Tony, her eyes hard. “That’s not funny.”

He smirked, but quickly went back to working when Gibbs strode over.

“Got it, Boss.” Announced McGee, holding the papers above his head then handing them to Gibbs.

Gibbs flicked though them. “Nice work.” McGee smiled proudly.

“Thank you.“ Gibbs phone began to ring. McGee went back to his desk as the elevator doors opened. The whole office was filled with a heart-wrenching shriek. They all turned to look and a crying teen came out, struggling to free herself from two Ncis building escorts. “Let go of me! Please, you don’t understand! Let go of me!” She screeched, tearing away from them and approaching the bullpen. “How could you!? We haven’t done anything wrong!”

The team turned to her with curious looks.

“I’m sorry.” One of the guards said, pulling her away. “She’s here to see Director Shepard.”

At that, the Director came out of her office. “Mr Weatherly. You can bring her up here.” They nodded and tried to drag her away, but she resisted.

“No!” But they drew her up the stairs. Gibbs followed up the first few stairs.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he watched them reached the top.

“You took my brother!” She cried as the door shut behind her.

Gibbs sighed, heading back down the stairs. He was met by odd looks from his team.

Tony spoke up. “What is she talking about?

“How should I know?” He replied.

Tony shrugged. “I was just thought-“

“Well don’t.” Said Gibbs, grabbing his coffee ad heading up the stairs once again. “But I’m going to find out.”

“Sshh. Please calm down. I can’t help you if you’re yelling.” Stated Director Shepard.

“Calm down!?” The girl was pacing the room. “After what you’ve done?!”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” Shepard said, keeping her composure. At that moment, Gibbs entered.

The girl didn’t notice, or if she did, she didn’t care. “You promised my brother would be home!”

“First; tell us your name.” Gibbs steady voice had an instant effect on her. She took a deep breath.

“My name is Becky.”

“Special Agent Gibbs. And what do you want?”

Tears fell once again from her eyes. “I want my brother back.”

“Where is he?” Asked the Director.

“Iraq.”

Gibbs sighed.

“He’s in the Marine Corp.” Becky finished. “And his tour just got extended.”

“Where are your parents?” Asked Shepard.

“Dead. I live in my brother’s house on the Quantico Navy base.”

“Alone?” Asked Gibbs, concerned.

She nodded. “I’m sixteen. I can take care of myself. But I can’t live without him forever. I need him back.”

“We can’t just bring him back. It doesn’t work that way.” Said Shepard.

“You have the power to keep him over there. You have the power to bring him back.” She proclaimed.

“But-“

“You promised I would see him again. That I would have him home with me. But you lied! He has been over there long enough. Please?” Fresh tears formed I her eyes.

Gibbs drew Becky into a reassuring hug. “It’s ok.” He rubbed her back. She nestled closer in his embrace.

Jenny smiled. ‘He would have made a great father.’

“We’ll see what we can do.” He whispered.

Gibbs led Becky down the stairs. “Here, this is Ziva. She will take care of you for a while.” He pulled over his chair over from his desk and placed it opposite Ziva. “Sit.” He instructed. He pulled put a piece of paper in front of her. “Name.” He took the paper and he and the Director entered MTAC.

Ziva looked to the girl. “And you are...?”

“Becky. What are you doing?” She snuck a look at the computer screen.

Ziva raised an eyebrow. She peered at Tony. “Just like you.”

He grinned. Becky turned to him, smiling also. “Curiosity killed the cat.” He stated.

“But knowledge brought it back.” She retorted.

McGee and Ziva smiled, Tony pouted. Becky laughed.

“What do you want to do?” Asked Ziva, he accent heavy.

“I’m not sure. What is there to do?”

“Well...” The (-sat-nav-) on Gibbs’ desk chirped to life.

“Gibbs?” Came the voice of their forensic scientist. “Gibbs?”

“He’s in MTAC, Abby.” Yelled Tony.

“Oh. When will he be finished?”

Becky walked around to look into the screen. “He didn’t say. Hi, I’m Becky.”

“Hi!” Came cheery reply. “What are you doing at NCIS?”

Becky sighed. “I’m not sure yet.”

“Well, while you’re waiting, do you want to come done to my lab? Kill some time.”

Becky smiled. “Sure. Ok.” She turned to Ziva, who nodded and stood.

“Where on our way, Abby.” Said the Israeli, guiding Becky towards the elevator.

The doors opened and the two were blasted with extremely loud music. Abby greeted them, turning it down. “Hey. Welcome to my lab.”

Becky smiled and ran her fingers over the bench, walking around the room. “This is awesome.” Abby beamed. “What’s this?”

“That is my mass-spectrometer.”

“Cool!” exclaimed Becky. She and Abby began talking. Soon Ziva’s phone rang.

“Yeah...why-...ok.” she turned to Becky. “Gibbs wants you up in MTAC.” Ziva was confused, but told her anyway.

Becky nodded, thanking Abby and heading to the elevator.

Abby smiled at Ziva. “Nice kid.” Ziva nodded, hurrying after her.

Ziva escorted Becky up the stairs. She used her retinal ID to gain access. She let Becky in, Gibbs acknowledged her and she left them to it.

He ushered her forward. “Becky, this is Sergeant Browning.” He pointed to the large screen. “Do you know what he does?” She shook her head. “He is the commanding officer of your brothers camp. He has something for you...”

The Sergeant smiled. “I heard that you have a brother over here...” Becky nodded. “And that you’ve been missing him a lot.” She nodded again. ”Well, lets see what we can’t do about that...” He motioned to someone out of view. The Sergeant stood and a younger man took his place.

Becky’s heart pounded in her chest. “Matthew?”

“Hey there, sister.”

“MATT! Oh Matt. I’ve missed you so much.” She wept.

“Aww, sweetie. I miss you to.” He comforted her.

“Then come home...”

“Baby, you know I want to. But I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Please. I’m so alone.” She sobbed.

“Baby, I’ll be home as soon as I can. But it can’t be now.”

Becky sighed. “I know.”

“This is the best I can do.” He removed one of the dog tags from the chain on his neck, slipping it into an envelope. “This is on its way to you. Whenever you miss me, or just get sad. Hold it, and I’ll know. I’ll be there for you.”

She smiled sadly. “Ok...Thank you Matt.”

“You’re ok. I love you Rebecca.” His eyes were soft with emotion.

“I love you too Matthew.”

“Bye gorgeous.”

“Bye.” She whispered, and then the screen went black. She turned to the man standing beside her. “Thank you, Agent Gibbs. You are indeed special.” She hugged him. He smiled, hugging her back. After a moment, he stepped back.

“Come on. Lets get you back home.” She smiled and nodded.

Jenny watched as Gibbs led her out. ‘Really should have been a father...’

Three days later, Becky got a very special letter. She carefully opened it, and the dog tag fell into her hand. She fastened it on a silver chain around her neck, gently kissing it. She felt whole for the first time in many years.

The Classic Black (1)

2007-09-01T10:41:20Z

Title: - The Classic Black (1)
Author: - Fem_Slasher AKA Jeanne (me)
Fandom: -Nikki & Nora
Pairing: - Nikki Beaumont/Nora Delaney
Rating: - PG-13
Summary - And old friend of Nikki's joins the mounted force...

(Crime of Passion)

As Bobby entered the police stables to saddle up for a day on patrol, he noticed an impressive looking black Thoroughbred. He asked around, but no one seemed to know where it had come from. He shrugged and finished getting ready.

Nikki and Nora entered the station together, set for a boring day in the office. They hadn’t heard of any cases, so weren’t getting their hopes up.

“Hey,” said Nora, bumping Nikki in the direction of Dan’s office. “Who’s that?”

Nikki glanced over. Dan was talking to a young woman, about 17. She had long brown hair that swayed around the small of her back. Even from a distance her eyes were unmistakably blue, accompanied by a delightful smile that could light up a room. Nikki grinned. “Danielle!”

The teen beamed and ran over. “Nikki! I came to see you. Guess what your father got me!?”

At the mention of her father, Nikki saw Nora raise an eyebrow. “I have no idea. Tell me.” Danielle was bubbling with excitement.

“He got me that transfer I’ve been lusting over for ages!”

“He did?! That’s great, Danny!”

The young woman turned to Nora. She produced her hand. “Hi, I’m Danielle, well, Danny anyway.”

Nora shook her hand and Nikki smiled. “Daddy and I helped her achieve her dream of being a part of the mounted police, a few years back.”

Danny nodded, realising Nora’s hand. “Yeah, I was going through a rough patch. I was living in an orphanage, a crappy one. I didn’t even have a basic schooling. So, when Nikki and her father came along, they were nice enough to give me a chance.” She smiled. “They paid for horse riding lessons-“

“Not that you needed them. You were a natural.” Interjected Nikki.

“Anyway, they then helped me apply for an apprenticeship at a police academy, before I was partnered up with Troy. And he taught me everything I know. And now, I’m here.”

“Here as in where, exactly?” Questioned Nikki.

Danny opened her arms. “Right here, this station. I go on duty tomorrow. I can’t wait!”

Nikki and Nora were surprised. Nora more than Nikki as she had never met the girl and didn’t know what she was capable of, which was quite a lot.

“Wait, you’re on the police force?” Nora exclaimed.

Danny shrugged. “Sure.”

Nora slowly accepted this. “Well ok.”

Danny glanced around. “What are you doing today?”

Dan strolled over. “Paper work, by the look of it. Sorry girls.”

A light bulb went off over Danny’s head. “May I borrow them for an hour or two?” She asked sweetly.]

Dan laughed and nodded. “I don’t see why not. OK.”

“Thanks Dan.” Said Nora, she turned to Danny. “What’s up?”

“How about we go down to the stables and take a look at my ride?” She suggested eagerly.

They both laughed, but agreed easily enough.

“Hey, this is where Bobby keeps his horse.” Stated Nora as they approached.

“Who’s Bobby?” Asked Danny.

“My brother. He’s on the mounted force too.”

“Cool!” Came Danny’s reply. They entered the stable, the smell of horse filling their nostrils. They smiled; no girl could resist horse sent. It was like some ancient tribal instinct, coded into their DNA.

Danny led them to a stall, and a large, though refined, black head popped over the door.

“This is Crime of Passion. Text, for short.” Danny proclaimed proudly. The partners stood in awe. “Wow.” Was all that was said, by Nikki.

Danny beamed. “Beautiful, huh?” She stroked his velvet muzzle. “I’ve had him for almost eight months. He’s young, seven years, but he’s done a lot. He’s like me.”

Both Nikki and Nora grinned. “He sure is a looker.” Commented Nora.

“He’s even more impressive when you see him move. Wait here.” She rushed off.

Nora took her partner’s hand. “You made her dreams come true. Look at her, she’s amazing.”

Nikki smiled. “Thank you.” She squeezed Nora’s hand. She wanted nothing more than to kiss her lover, but she didn’t. She knew Nora didn’t want everyone to know about them just yet. And Nikki respected that.

Immediately, Danny came around the corner. “The director said I can use the warm-up ring for a little while. I want to show you how he rides.” She picked up the saddle from the rack beside the stale and quickly entered. Text tossed his head excitedly. “Sshh, easy boy.” Cooed Danny and saddled him up swiftly, expertly. She led him outside as Nikki and Nora followed, and into a large sand ring. She closed the gate behind her, leading the woman to watch from outside the fence. Danny swung onto his back effortlessly.

“Wow.” Said Nora. “That horse is at least 16 hands. She mounted with no trouble. She really is good.”

Danny gathered the rains in her hands and nudged Text forward with her heals. He stepped lightly as she directed him once around the area. She tapped him again and he began a smooth trot. They went twice around before she kicked him into a canter. He took off. “Atta boy.” She breathed. They flew around a few times before she brought him to an abrupt halt in front of the two cops. Text danced on the spot, still full of energy. They laughed. He snorted, as if to say: well, hey. I’m a big boy. I need a big workout.

“Later, Text. Later.” Danny patted his neck. She dismounted, landing on the ground soundlessly.

“You’re excellence with him.” Said Nikki, lightly clapping Danny’s shoulder, leading Text back inside.

“Thanks.” Danny beamed

Bobby was returning from his shift when, he looked up to see the black thoroughbred being walked through the stable, escorted by three woman.

“Nora?” He squinted against the sun, dismounting.

“Yeah, Bobby. Its’ me.” She confirmed.

“What are you two doing here?” He asked. his horse trailing behind him.

“She’s here with me.” Said Danny, shutting Text in his stall and stepping forward. She shook his hand. “Danny Eden.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked. “You shouldn’t be playing with that horse.”

“Well, I don’t see why not. He is mine.”

Bobby didn’t like this. It was a police stable after all. “This place isn’t open to the public.”

“Good thing I’m not the public. Maybe I should have added title to that into. I’m the new recruit at this precinct.”

Bobby swung around, looking to Nikki and Nora. They nodded. “It’s true.” Said Nikki.

He raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you a little...young?”

Danny shrugged. “I’ve passed every test I need to to become an officer. So, I guess not.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry. We don’t usually get members as young as you.”

She smiled. “Well then. I’m just going to have to prove myself.”

Nikki laughed. “And with a horse like that, it won’t be hard.”

Text nickered his agreement. Everyone else laughed too, and Danny untacked and fed him. When she stepped out of his stall Bobby held out his hand, smiling. “Welcome to the force.”

Anywhere But Here

2007-09-01T10:23:25Z

Title: - Anywhere But Here
Author: - Fem_Slasher AKA Jeanne (me)
Characters: - Rosalie St Claire
Pairing: - Rosalie St Claire/Lucille Hudson
Rating: - PG-13
Summary - When lectures get boring, Rosalie finds her mid wanders...

Rosalie sat in the lecture hall, the professor was talking, but she wasn’t listening. She was thinking of Lucille, as she had been for the past week. Rosalie smiled, closing her eyes & slipping lower in the chair.

She imagined Luce, blue dress, hair loose, moving closer and setting in Rosalie’s lap. Rosalie’s breath quickened as Imaginary Luce began nibbling on her ear.

A loud bang caused Rosalie to shoot upright, opening her eyes. Lucille was gone & Rosalie was back in the lecture hall.

She gulped, moving slightly to try to combat the ache between her legs, but she only proceeded to make it worse.

She stood, grabbing her bag and hurrying for the hall in search of Lucille.

Habit? Never.

2007-09-01T10:18:08Z

Title: - Habit? Never.
Author: - Fem_Slasher AKA Jeanne (me)
Fandom: -You could call it House/Holby City
Pairing: - Fiona Cameron/Diane Lloyd
Rating: - PG-13
Summary - Diane arrives home, finding Fi wating for her...

Fi was sitting in the garden when she heard Diane arrive home. She heard footsteps and arms wrapped around her shoulder.

“Hey hunny.” Diane whispered in her ear.

Fi smiled. “Welcome home. Miss me?”

“Of course.” Replied Diane, coming to rest lightly in Fi’s lap.

“I demand proof.” Pouted Fi, playfully.

Diane smirked. “Only if you come inside.” She said, pulling Fi up and leading her inside.

Fi grinned, following Diane. She reached forward and pulled Diane’s hair from its ponytail.

“Habit.” Murmured Diane.

“More like…fetish.” Smirked Fi as the door closed behind them.

Time Out

2007-09-01T06:24:23Z

Title: - Taking a Moment
Author: - Fem_Flasher AKA Jeanne (me)
Fandom: - NCIS
Characters: - Ziva David/Jeanne Benoit
Pairing: - Ziva David/Jeanne Benoit
Rating: - PG-13
Summary: - Jeanne has a bad day, and Ziva proceeds to make it better...

Jeanne closed the door behind her as she looked around for Ziva. Jeanne was clothes in her pink scrubs, as she had spent the day back at the hospital, working as a relief doctor. She had been on her feet all day and was tired.

She walked into the kitchen to find Ziva chopping vegetables.

“Hey baby doll.” Smiled the Israeli, moving to hug her lover.

“Hey yourself.” Sighed Jeanne quietly. She wrapped her arms around Ziva, holding her close.

“Aww baby. Bad day?” Jeanne nodded slowly.

Ziva kissed her ear. “Hungry?”

Jeanne shook her head. “Not for food…” She smiled sweetly. Ziva took her hand and led her down the hall, towards their bedroom, intent on making sure Jeanne’s hunger was satisfied.

ish learning

2007-09-01T06:07:44Z

Gah! I'm trying to get this friggin thing to work *is not computer savvy* I will do it! Even if I die in the process.

Second cousins, twice removed

All The Things She Said

Where Does The Good Go?

Drivin' Me Wild

And when I woke up this morning, God, I missed you something fierce

I Never Know...

The Assassination Of Those Who Speak

Taking the Bait :: (for Laura)

And So I Prayed

No. 91 – Guilt (Nikki/Nora)

No. 99 – Try (Leah/Sally)

A Touch

House of Wolves

Vital Protection

Only For You

The Classic Black (1)

Anywhere But Here

Habit? Never.

Time Out

*ish learning*

ish learning