When LJ Autopost attacks!
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mhalachaiDear god in heaven. I tried out the LiveJournal auto-post entry thing and it came up with insane fanfic. It seriously took ever fanfic I have written and mashed them up.
It's long, and it's like something I would have written if I was on the CRACK. I'm seriously in love with this fanfic.
Whew! Not dead! So, how are you doing?"
There was no way around it. He opened his mouth, then he was gone.
"Anita, what's happening?" Micah asked.
"I don't know!" I exclaimed, running for the engine room. Simon watched Kaylee go, then stepped down the stairs when he realized that Damian was watching them argue. "I'd do the same thing," Anita pointed out.
"But that's not how it works!" Richard exclaimed. "If another werewolf kills me, then Sylvie becomes Ulfric!"
Anita shook her head again, but she grudgingly swung the portrait open without a word.
Great, I'm pissing off portraits too.
Even so late, the room was the only one here who will not ask you who was playing first," Teyla snapped. "I asked who was--" She pointed a finger at Harry, too excited to speak.
"What?" Harry asked.
Luna glared in the direction of Madame Hooch's office. At least Ginny was speaking to after you were in the basement under the house where the walls were a foot thick and the windows had been bricked up.
"I just don't get how Micah understands people," Anita said after a minute, his mouth full. "Still thinking about Snape?"
"Huh?" Harry asked, blinking owlishly.
"Auror Nymphadora Tonks," Dumbledore clarified.
Oh, shit! Harry dropped his head into his hands until some years later. I cannot be certain that Voldemort did not add layers of protection, traps of some sort, to prevent its destruction. It might be dangerous."
"Then it's dangerous," Harry said. "We haven't got time for that," he said, heading back to his plate, hoping that no one went. That was the last day he'd get to it someday.
Harry had even survived his Defence Against the Dark Arts class when Snape attacked Harry, and Harry had used every trick he knew to entertain Reece; turning his own shoes into rabbits, flying paper angels, anything to distract Reece from the fact that I almost out of gas. I pulled into the driveway of Anita's house. "Oh!"
"Now what?"
"We didn't tell Nathaniel!" Dawn stuffed the juice box back into the other room. We're going to take the blow, where Buffy would be here, it would be best if Dawn were to not be able to get through this together. Promise."
Dawn smiled weakly.
"So," Zerbrowski said, clapping his hands together. "What's for dinner?"
Anita rolled her eyes. "Children," she muttered. "Jean-Claude called Christoff to warn him that Anita would be a lot angrier about the situation. So why hadn't he sent it over himself?
Harry wished he was surprised that his hand was like coming home. He hated it, but he leaned heavily on her arm as he tried to breathe. A warm hand settled on hers. She opened her eyes and watched the bustle of girls move around the schedules to the seventh and lower year students?"
"Of course, Professor," Hermione said, jumping up and down at the bandage on her leg and face buried in her pillow and hands smelling like bathroom cleaner from scrubbing the bathtub for an hour.
She wore jeans to school for two weeks straight to cover the land with his own childhood began to gnaw at his insides. "Why do you keep pushing me out!"
Buffy pulled back, out of his body, bloody and ripped up, and it took Harry a second to realize that all I do is put you in such a way that you would injure Marguerite, a human servant who was going to do about Olaf?"
Nathaniel shushed him. "Can we go see it because it's the right thing to do, to take the chair Asher had just vacated. Jason went and jumped onto the immaculately made bed.
"You wished to talk?" Jean-Claude asked, settling on the bed and closed his eyes. "Yeah, we did it. And now, it's like... What now?" He didn't take his eyes off the door.
Now, in the quiet, Rory remembered better times with Lorelai, and felt even lonelier.
She tore her glare from the bag, wishing her throat didn't hurt so. "I want a do-over," she whispered into the darkness.
The admission sounded even more pathetic than she imagined.
The hopeful one (Rory, Lane (Rory/Dean))
set two years after his first wife's unfortunate death, she had been so loud? Still, Buffy used to get him to turn on the radio."
I buried my head in my hands. "You have enough socks, Anita," he murmured.
It was as if he was part-cat. That might explain some of the warmth chased away the numbness of the cold.
"Here, you just hold on and we'll get it for you."
Dawn blinked, and with it came a prickling along Logan's spine. He slowly retracted his claws, ignoring the familiar pain, as he tried to work through what Ellen had said. Ellen tried to talk to you, but they'll come tomorrow," Richard said.
I glanced at the doorway where Nathaniel had been watching the scene with baffled interest, stepped over the circle, then back again. The veil fluttered slightly as she steadied the old man had still been alive, they sure as hell didn't owe her a thing. If anything, she felt even more scared. In Sunnydale, she had Buffy around all the time, in everything he did.
The visions never had any proof, and believe me when I was bored."
"Journal?"
"Yeah, like a diary." Dawn chewed on the pencil for a minute, did not sit well with me.
The wand in the goblin's hand started whistling as it passed over my chest. "Maybe it's me, maybe I'm the reason this happened. If they hadn't died, if they hadn't been so serious, it might have been to spare poor Harry the angst, however).
We've seen only inanimate objects as horcruxes (the diary, Gaunt's ring) would make it better.
Maybe I couldn't raise Raina's munin with Jason, but Harry was too furious to be intimated.
Harry's lip curled up into a ball somewhere in private and wish he'd never started having those strange dreams.
"I've... I've been thinking about that for years, it shouldn't lay him out to try and give me prompts to write the scene! When I get everyone's responses, I'll make a table and flipped open the top.
"Your visit worked out fine?" Elizabeth asked. The smell of the roast reawakened Harry's appetite. He speared four slices of the rarest-cooked meat he could find, Jack swung the rifle around and examined it in the vaults last month."
"But why not?" Harry asked, then he shook his head. "You're freaking out. What's wrong?" He looked scared.
I took a breath. "We can pay--"
"Shh," Merry said, motioning him to stand back. Two men came forward to pick up the piece of parchment and a quill. "Here."
"Thanks, Hermione, you're a lifesaver," Harry said with feeling, breathing in the steam. Jason slid his hands around my waist, his touch so gentle that my stitches didn't hurt at all. "I want to hear how your trip to America went.
Molly.
Harry folded the letter back over with a sigh. "New duty roster for the Marines," he said, handing her what looked like a wallet... right until she flipped it open and the room spun lazily around me. "It's fine."
Olaf's body had gotten to this place, though, she didn't know. "No."
Dawn wasn't sure if she could say anything, he reached for the cereal box closest to her, only to have a problem letting girls die, so why worry about one more?
Images of all the characters in Harry Potter, why does Remus have to be Ellen or Ash were the source of Gordon's info at this point, but we do know that he cares so much. Plus he's cute. I took a couple semesters of entomology in university and feel the tiniest bit of fellowship with Gris when he's talking about Tom, and pretending he doesn't know your hiding place! If he sees me there, he'll know where to look, not that she was indeed Petunia Dursley's only living relative. Armed with a court order, she gathered the screaming Dudley from a harassed-looking woman at the foot of the ramp. Not taking her eyes off the darkness long enough to do all the work myself, wanting to show me something, but hadn't told me what. I'd been sort of leery about it, but I didn't know what to say.
He eased his hand out of the big bed, knocking Sigmund to the ground and Jack's blood still drying on the rock, that Richard had stormed out when Nathaniel arrived at the park, Richard had to know that.
Right?
He put his hands on his hips, mostly so he had something important to the mission."
"It's not--" What? Not important to the mission, that he recognized an artifact in Pegasus that looked just like I remembered her the last time you saw Dumbledore? The Ministry isn't doing a damned thing--"
"Dumbledore hasn't abandoned us," Hermione said desperately. "It's just that Buffy called and as usual, everything's all about her."
Lorelai almost choked on her coffee. "Make some noise when you sneak up on me!"
"I've been trying to track you all night, but your scent just vanished."
Dean couldn't stand it any longer. He never asked her to put Summers after it.
Dawn trailed her fingers across the glass. Was there anything she could do to hold everything inside his head. He'd seen what the chair could do, and what I saw at the train station. He's from Wales, and he's muggleborn, and he's been doing so much with you. He's been living at your house, going to work if you keep doing that."
"So what?" Dawn wasn't crying now. A painful lump had settled in her throat, and she sucked in a ragged breath before the frantic sobbing began.
Warm arms held Dawn safe, a voice murmuring gentle words of safety and of sleep. Dawn could only meet his alien gaze for a long moment, then let himself fall back onto the chair.
What was he going to do stupid stuff like try and get yourself killed, or keep a shrine to a dead stop as an idea sprang into his head. What would he think? I was his Nimir-Ra, the stable centre of his life. "I do as you ask, sir."
"Good." Dumbledore eased back onto his feet. The boy's eyes were wide in the moonlight, broke away from her body. He still wasn't back to normal, from the desperate week-long binge of no sleep and too many of Carson's stimulants. In her mind, Rodney deserved a little slack. He had spearheaded the drive to do the spell? In case something happened with your... work?"
Buffy's throat constricted. She closed her mouth and end it all, as it was to make everything better, but even she knew that he understood.
But Anita didn't understand, and Dawn was going to be on her guard against the vampire. "Really?"
"Of course." Jean-Claude didn't look nearly so scary now. In fact, he was a stupid little kid. She didn't need to. They weren't going to cancel Christmas dinner, were they? After all the planning Nathaniel had done, all the people that a warm summer day brought out in Colorado Springs. No one seemed to have helped a bit. Her skin was still rosy with sleep. Anita was Nathaniel's world, and she was pouring herself a drink. Most nights, she didn't touch the stuff until after the monks made Dawn. Tara had been hurt because of the Horcrux, but his possessions were untouched. It looks as if it might be nothing, but..." He stared at her for a moment. When I found him, I... I don't know. I like to torture my female characters, it seems. This is the best way.
~*~
It took Harry a few seconds of breathless silence. "You can't possibly be telling me that I needed to talk to Sheriff Paul. Do you understand?"
The man nodded weakly.
"Then you tell him that Marshal Blake sent you, that you got your sister a present, Dawn, but I don't think that the thing must be inanimate. Indeed, Dumbledore theorized that Voldemort was questing to use Hogwarts founder objects, not Hogwarts' students. (That might have been talking as loud as it sounded to him. A thousand wild thoughts ran through his mind. It could be a reference for me."
"We'll need at least one of the chemists has been in the Antarctic for years and he never knew this place was here. He wandered for a bit, watching the scientists and the occasional skateboard. So many muggles, Harry mused. All with their lives, that don't involve vampires or werewolves or magic.
Sort of the opposite of his summer. As the waiter came back with two pitchers of alcoholic oblivion. "I thought you'd be able to hold her hand, to embarrass her in cowboy boots and cutoffs, no Lorelai there to hold her own with Ron. Ron knew how smart she was, and how brave and amazing. Maybe Hermione lucked out too.
That just leaves me, Harry thought. In an effort to avoid getting them killed and he kept his hands to himself. "Or is this just some weird smokescreen?"
"I can't see how," Tammy said. "But Dolph's going to be it. Tomorrow, he'd be back at his cards and sorted them. "You know, one of these before, can you help me figure it out?"
"Okay!" Dawn squirmed out of Anita's room.
"This is Jason," Nathaniel explained, slipping past Jason into the room slowly, her arms crossed over his chest. "We wait to see what was in a house. Her eyes traveled over the bookcases by the wall, a television, and finally to an armchair by the fire. "Aren't you going to wear the blue dress!" Dawn spoke quickly over Anita's soft, relentless words. "Nathaniel ironed it and it's pretty!"
She was breathing hard as if she'd let something slip away from her, you know?"
Harry shook his head. There were so many cool, shiny things in here. "You can poke around in there and tear Reece away, he had to pay for corrupting a minor, but she was too cold and too scared to care. "Dawn."
"Dawn," Anita said. It was like he was lower than low. John wondered what time it was.
Glancing over, she saw that Anita was routinely raising six zombies a night. Add to that a math teacher who seemed to crave power above all, would take a little girl who had fallen on them from the shadows behind the Roadhouse, and certainly not with the information they desperately needed.
Destination... Somewhere: The little red-head sitting at the head of the American Aurors is John Cassidy. He was one of the twins asked, frowning at me.
Was this another of those weird ideas that just won't leave me alone.
Booty Call
Anita Blake fanfiction by mhalachaiswords
Summary: Anita's in a quandary. It's 3 a.m., she's hankering for some male companionship, and she has never been properly examined, and frankly, it needs to be on the losing end.
Anita Blake & Ben (Dark Angel)
She was wearing blue when he tackled her to the counter. Out of the Strange: Xander's the new shop teacher at Smallville High, and while he was only doing this because you felt it an obligation," Jean-Claude said. "You would do it, but she had nowhere to go, she may as well come sit down," Ginny said, rearranging the blanket over Harry's legs.
Harry shook his head. "I don't mean you," she said, voice stronger.
"What..." Simon said. There was no scientific evidence that people in comas registered their surroundings, but tonight, everything was different.
He looked down at the cloak on his bed.
"See?" Dean grabbed his transfigured cutlass and headed out the door. Just my luck, I get stuck with the guy who wants to eat a horse. Although not literally; he'd leave that for Jason.
"No."
Harry groaned, but obligingly piled rashers of bacon between two slices of toast. "Is the world ending?" he asked as he hopped off the windowsill.
"You don't understand anything!" Harry said, trying to bluff.
Moroven hissed, the skin drawn tight on her face was fading as she processed what Faith and Ronon had said.
"I suppose," Faith said. "I mean, I could, but I didn't, and I just wanted to hear what's bothering me, from my dream, right?" He opened his eyes and shook his head. There were so many of the objects of power that healed Jason must have healed him too.
He'd tried to kill Anita and Nathaniel, with cameos from almost everyone. As always, let me know so I can go in tomorrow and have lots of fun this morning!"
Anita almost felt sorry for the woman. "Yeah, it'll be a week before I can do for you?"
I started to say no, but just shook my head. "Stop it," I told him. "Maybe he said that Christoff's almost as bad as it had the previous day.
But how else would I have gotten this cut? Harry wondered. It's too round for me to speak, I demanded, "Why the fuck are you talking about?"
Staring at the tiny silver pendant. "It's a little like wolf and all like comfort. Anita. Slowly, the fear in Harry bled away.
Harry let out a ragged breath, weak at the knees, as the woman expertly popped the clip, checked the bullets, then slid the clip home. Instead of putting the gun in his collection.
Now Edward was staring down at him. "Are you okay?"
Heart pounding, Nathaniel nodded. "I didn't want to listen to me?"
Micah shifted around until he stood behind Anita. She stared at a tiny clearing beside a sloping stone hill.
"Okay." John touched the Jumper down in the space, branches brushing the sides of my head, a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For what you said to Anita, then to Micah, then Dawn. "But Dawn was going to go check on Rodney," he said, drifting to his feet.
"Thanks," Anita said again. "For the vampires in question. It was a feeling she had never been so ill-mannered while out in public. Probably not, she decided. Buffy would have been preferable to what he actually got.
A hangover, courtesy of his business partners.
And visions.
When Jess dreamed, things happened, horrible things to so many people were there? Harry couldn't see them all and losing each and every one of the gate addresses that Colonel O'Neill put into the computers while he had the middle of the room, but Dawn didn't give in. "Dawn, stop it! What happened?"
"You don't want me!" Dawn screeched, animal anger giving way to cityscape. Everything was cramped and packed and familiar, but so different than the wide-open spaces and empty stretches of land and road in St. Louis. I know it."
~*~
We managed to get her to move back, but it was hopeless. She liked the sophisticated things Jean-Claude got her, jewelry and furniture and those nice folks. No profit has been made from this fic.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 322
Missing Scene: #36 - Guilt.
Note: This missing scene takes place early January, one month after Something Worthwhile. After Chosen for BtVS, before Michael in Stargate Atlantis. No episodic spoilers for SGA.
Word count:: 1,673
Part One ~~ Part Two ~~ Part Three ~~ Part Four
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"Colonel Sheppard," Dr. Zelenka said in greeting as John walked into the crowd with the guard.
Jason let out a groan as he slammed the door shut. He shrugged his bag off his shoulder and pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes as blood ran out of the distant hut, and started shambling in the direction she had come.
"Why would we go back?"
"Are there things that need killing?"
Anita looked at him, so close, and wanted to crawl into a corner and went down to his ankle.
The werewolf loomed over him, backlit by the moon. Irrational fear crashed down on her. Richard's thoughts were darker than anything Dawn had ever seen in her head.
Why was she doing this? What did she want?
"Anita's driving right now," Micah continued. "Yes, she's with us. Has something... Okay." Micah turned to look at Nathaniel. The wereleopard stood staring at Harry, but instead of setting Dawn on the ground.
Stop freaking out! I told myself, picking up the box. Don't think about why it was happening. I saw Jason flying backwards, blood and thicker things spattering on the walls, and everything was made of glass. Shivering, I leaned against the stone wall of the cave.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, all wide-eyed innocence.
Harry leaned forward over the table. "I wonder where he'll get sorted."
"Gryffindor," Harry said immediately. "What do you think?"
Anita took a deep breath. It looked like Hermione was as smart as you want, and ask any question you have about Stars Hollow. And dinner's on me."
"I don't--"
"Please," Lorelai said firmly. "I insist."
"All right." Riley hesitated, then stood back. "Lead the way."
At least he hadn't offered his arm. Lorelai was older than him, but not Ron or Hermione to give me some lecture about being stupid?"
"No." Hermione set off again. "I'm not Ron, for goodness sake. I'm perfectly aware what Ginny and that blonde of hers are doing!"
Parvati's eyebrows arched. "Matching costumes?" she asked. "How... interesting."
The level of innuendo in Parvati's voice was answered by the expression on Hermione's face, while Harry pretended to cower. Hermione opened her mouth, she'd burst into tears and that was when the scary things got scared, it was time for her to speak, to urge her to action, but the weight of the sniper rifle snapping into his hand was so smooth, so... human. "I'm Sarah Blake."
"How are you enjoying the reunion?" Micah asked. He finally spotted Nathaniel hunched in a chair, in the darkest of nights. I loved sleeping with Micah too, but it wasn't until they'd run Jack's scent to the ground, and it was everywhere."
Inara let her grandmother's stories flow off her tongue, tales of magic and fairy princesses and love and loss and anger and pain; most of all, he doesn't know the difference!"
Shaking her head, Ginny tossed Pig back out into the hall, sitting as directed on the small bench by the path. Rodney followed, asking Elizabeth about laser equipment for the labs, but never looking at her.
They're not treating this as a screenplay." He smiled, baring his teeth. "Hey, do you want me to do and this is not a good idea," I said. Ronnie turned back to Jack, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight.
"Are you a mutant?"
"What do you think?" he asked the twins.
George looked between Hermione and Harry, a frown playing on his face. I was too happy to care.
"I told my family that if they couldn't understand that you were in danger, I still would have saved lives.
Writing covered the whole page, but Dawn couldn't speak. She gripped Nathaniel's shirt tightly, still feeling as if he could just leave her here.
Anita looked into the shadowed cabin. He tried to make the hard 'T' sound, but Zerbrowski just kept smiling at her. She tugged again, and he sat heavily on the edge of the bed. "Think the cafeteria has any Jell-O?"
"You should wait for whoever it was let him out to try and figure out how to destroy them, or even think of where the rest might be, or how we're going to do?"
She shrugged, brushing a lock of hair. "Look at it!"
Rory pushed her mother away and stood to get more tea. An hour before lunch, the commissary was empty except for Ginny and Ron.
"Oh, and one last thing," Dumbledore said.
Ron turned, one foot already through the portrait hole.
"It would behoove you both to keep the cynicism out of his voice.
Anita glared at him, spots of colour in his pale cheeks. "Thirty points from Gryffindor and questioned Hermione's intelligence for the remainder of his team members and the leader of the Athosian embrace between them. John closed his eyes again, but hauled himself up, then reached around for the bottle of water in his hand.
"But how did it affect me?"
Nathaniel put the bottle of alcohol and twisted off the bottom stem. "You can rip it away so easily. That's what I thought, as I lay on that cold concrete floor, heart struggling to beat around the bullethole in my chest. Last time, Reubens and Humans First had run Alejandro's vampires off. But this time, the story came to them.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to the CW and Kripke. Stargate Atlantis belongs to MGM/UA, Gekko Productions et al. own all things BtVS. I'm only borrowing and will return them at the end of the fic.
Setting: After Chosen for BtVS, before Michael in Stargate Atlantis. No episodic spoilers for SGA. However, If you haven't recently watched Buffy 7x21, End of Days, I make reference to that.
Word count: 3,627.
Part One ~~ Part Two ~~ Part Three ~~ Part Four
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John ran towards the living room. "She's such a handful."
I caught a glimpse in Micah's mind of what was going on, either.
"You must be Ronald Weasley," Scrimgeour said, nodding at Ron. "Arthur's youngest boy?"
"Yes, sir, that's me," Ron said.
Scrimgeour turned to Hagrid. "And Rubeus Hagrid. I understand you're a teacher now?"
"Yeah," Hagrid said rather flatly. "Teachin' Care of Magical Creatures. "She'll turn you into a slug."
"I know." Ron scuffed his shoe on the lawn. Did I miss this many people around me?
For the second time around," he said.
Dawn giggled, hiding her mouth behind Sigmund.
Anita came up behind Wilhelm and whispered something in his voice gave lie to that statement.
Buffy restrained herself from rolling her eyes.
The cashier tried to hide a smile, then broke into a run, thanking his lucky stars that Monday morning breakfast was the least complicated thing I could ever hope for."
Nathaniel hugged me harder. "I'm glad I'm home," he whispered.
I closed my eyes briefly against the memory of the look on Neville's face. "Yes."
Neville was breathing hard. "Take it," he said brusquely, sliding the knife back into a tiny smile. "Do you want to start working on your essay tonight?"
"What essay?" Harry asked, trying to push on me, you'd think I was going to die. Does getting shot hurt?
"Claudia, no!" Anita shouted. She shoved Merle away, and put herself between Ginny and Romilda, seemingly by coincidence. "We have to do with my body, same with after Gabriel made me a bit about the town," Riley said. "Bill said you're the expert on Stars Hollow, and the least I could do to not lower his head and pushed himself off the wall and walked over to the gift pile. "Jean-Claude did not buy you a box." Jack took mental stock of his situation. He didn't feel like anything any more.
"Do you want to know." The cost of his move hadn't hurt much; just him and three suitcases of clothes and other things, he pushed his glasses back on and picked up the books and the websites he could on children, on what scared them and how they could do that."
Anita held Nathaniel tight. There was nothing more she hates than when that sarcasm is directed at her.
36 - Sordid
No matter how hard she tries, she can't imagine this as something sordid -- every time Sam touches her, it's something new.
37 - Soliloquy
She never went to college, isn't much for books, but she never really feels that divide between then until she hears Sam reenacting perfect Shakespeare to cheer up a sick Jo.
38 - Sojourn
It's always temporary... no matter how normal that creature looked.
She wasn't normal, and she hated saying them, especially to this boy who, if he could just leave her here.
Anita looked into the cockpit. Faith wanted to say to you?" Harry echoed. "Oh, I don't know, it's only that I heard them talking, last night, about some kinda party for her, that would have sounded worse would be I'm here to rescue you.
Anita dropped her hand. "There's no coffee. There's no food. Is there anything you will gain?"
Jean-Claude was quiet for a minute. Sam was staring hard at the doorjamb, the faintest hint of a frown on her face. "Hi, everyone."
The responses to her greeting varied from enthusiastic by the young man had wanted to tell the lady to shut the hell up?" Anita asked. "I told you, Anita's a necromancer and she's not the only skill you will endeavour to learn this year," Snape added, turning all this attention back to Harry. "Jason's right, you should talk to her." Luna paced along beside Harry. "She's your friend."
Harry shrugged. He was jittery and restless and he couldn't wait for Zoe and Simon to bring down Hedwig's cage.
Reece nodded. "My Ul--" the boy clapped his mouth shut before he said a word.
Thank god for Ronan Dex. Damn Ronon Dex, all the same.
~~~~~~~~
That's his real problem these days. He couldn't talk about his life. It was easy to forget how strong lycanthropes could be, until they started throwing furniture around.
I gave up on trying to right her overturned seat. "Inside a grain of sand on a beach!"
His voice rose until the last sophomore wandered out of the ordinary!" Harry exclaimed. "If they thought the person was in the hall too, and she didn't even hear him.
Markus Bowloski, or whatever the hell it is strippers do all day. You can't disrupt their lives without even asking!"
"They'd understand," Anita said defensively. "It's not forever, just until we get there?"
"Soon," Anita promised. "I was thinking..."
"Thinking is good," Dawn contributed when Anita trailed off. "You can figure out where to put the pieces together on the things Dawn fears...
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Anita Blake belongs to Laurell K. Hamilton. No profit has been made from this fic, and the only benefit to me is personal satisfaction and the creative process. I hope you enjoy.
Rating: PG
Notes: A response to the Mommy Anita challenge on TTH. Ooh, look! Plot movement! And a million words.
Parts One ~~ Two ~~ Three
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The sunlight shining on the bright side, at least the vampires had seen them, but the wind was in their dorm, getting ready for dinner when Harry stormed through the door. There were two kinds of folks: the army dudes, and the eggheads. Most of the talk was about various preternatural creepy-crawlies, some of which Jack knew a bit about in passing, other areas brand new. We sure as hell weren't going to believe she was a U.S. Marshal. They called the cops and everything, and when the police got there, they were really foster parents? Maybe they were serial killers or something that you'd just pull out of the car. Elsa told the driver to stay where he was, then she closed her mouth. Taking a deep breath, I stood up somehow, groping around the chair and across the room to sit beside Nathaniel on the other end said, "Hello?"
"Jason?"
"Harry?" Jason said incredulously. "What-- Why are you so certain that he is overwhelming her... he obeys her instantly, even though he wasn't feeling Cassandra's ghost, but the sensation of being watched was so strong. "Hey, I like a fight as much as a drop of your own destiny and all that for the theatre."
Harry frowned dramatically, while the other half of the pard, as bad as you are my human servant. He is my wolf, both Richard and myself can send our power to him -- it's like a thing," he grumbled, pushing himself to his feet.
Even though he knew it took a while. I was wearing my Firestar in an inner-belt holster, almost pressing on the edge of her black lace panties. "Why is that?" he whispered, watching her closely.
"I don't know, but for the life of one of the Ancestors?"
"Am I a what?" Faith was honestly confused, both as to Ronon's question and at Teyla's shocked expression. "I'm not supposed to exercise every day, it's bad for you."
"If you say so." Riley didn't bother to knock. He pushed open the bathroom door was hard and echoing under my knuckles. After a moment, the other boy nodded. "Yeah, you should come," he said. "If you insist on going back to dressing. "I wish I did."
Anita knelt in front of his chest, instead of the sides. If his ribs were broken near his sternum, he was in earshot.
"How is he?" Harry asked just as softly. He picked up a slice of pumpkin pie. When Elizabeth sat down again, he made a deal. Your soul for Sam's life, and they wanted to say about Nathaniel, and I did, all the way down I kinda knocked the pepper shaker into the drawer where we keep the forks."
Anita glared at Dawn. "And?"
"And then I sneezed a lot while I was trying to say, because she put her hands on the railing, carefully not looking in the windows casting strange shadows on her lined face. "I'll tell him." Her face contorted in pain and she almost melted as she stammered out the daily specials, then escaped back to her seat beside Ginny.
Harry looked back at Remus. "Look, I was clawed up by a werewolf at the Circus of the Damned!"
"You took me there," Harry reminded her.
"That's different!" Anita snapped. "You're a wizard and can protect yourself!"
"He'd be going with you!" Harry snapped back. "Especially that sort."
"One doesn't make friends easily."
Dawn tapped her fingers on the glass window. "Simon can't fix her."
Mal's heartbeat threatened to burst out of his hands and knees. Harry pulled the boy off balance. Not sure if I'll get to soon. So really, the Inevitable universe *will* never end.
When do the most interesting friends, as Nathaniel discovers one night at AI...
Over Chocolate: Dawn and Nathaniel at the sink, wrapping her arms around her legs. "Is that what did this last night."
"Sam."
"No, I'm serious. Something made us end up in that gown Jean-Claude made for you. Put a curly wig on him and need him and finally love him. That was something. "Sure," Jack said with false cheer. "Come on, I'll buy you a possessed doll."
"Ask him!" Dawn said, following Anita and tugging on her shirt hem. "Please?"
"This doll is not possessed. However, I'm not so sure about you."
Dawn stuck her tongue out at Anita, hearing the faint electronic shutter snap in the background on Anita's end of the stretcher. With more speed than grace, and she was all woman, and very dangerous.
"I can't let you kill Remus!"
"Mr. Potter!" came a thundering voice. My empty gun flew up into the sky, out of the room.
Jean-Claude sighed. "Bon nuit, ma petite."
"Jean-Claude?" Anita pulled on his own in the past few days, ever since...
"Shh," Ron said. "You're thinking about it again."
"What do you expect me to be a chaotic mess. With a sigh, he climbed the steps and held out her hand to him. "Come on."
He took my hand, let me lead him onto the towels. I tried to think of something to fix what I'd just done, but I can't see myself bothering to continue with it.
I have to go to Diagon Alley this morning, and then sent for me, and we tried to destroy the horcruxes, for everyone to practice..."
~*~
After fighting his way around a horde of ogres with a gas tanker. Innovative."
"That wasn't me," Sam protested, not able to find the right words to express her horror. "They're so cute!"
Anita sighed. "Dawn, there's a social worker downstairs, a mess in the kitchen dropped to a crouch, burying his aching head in his hands.
"Okay." Sandra was quiet for so long that I had to get out of her eyes. That was certainly strange. She wondered what she was doing! She'd been in his dreams before, that was the only person I can buy you a box." Jack took mental stock of his situation. He didn't feel like a trapped animal. "You don't know anything about US state laws, so I'm making up specifics to apply to Anita's world.
Dedication: I don't usually do a dedication on my fics, but I need to know what had happened to all the innocent people caught up in my reading of Danse Macabre, that I initially started this story to address. PS: This story is almost a year old. PPS: ON TTH, this is my second go at this challenge, but it's just the neatest thing since sliced bread. And yes, I wrote on Anita Blake. I decided that since I don't particularly get Anita and Richard's relationship, I'd write on that. So here we have Jean-Claude's thoughts on Anita, ranging from mildly annoyed to content to romantic to worried, and all points in between.
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01. Motion
She is always moving -- heat beating, lips breathing -- a living contrast to Jean-Claude's stillness.
02. Cool
During their first kiss, in the warm summer rain, Anita's trembling lips burned hot against his coolness.
03. Young
She always looks younger than she is -- except when she's pointing a gun at a cop. What do you want me to get out of here for a little bit straighter, a look of impatient waiting on his face. "What are you doing?" Dawn asked, craning her head back to look up from his wild flowers to the recently arrived glass vase from Jean-Claude, which held a dozen white roses and three red roses."
"I asked Anita about that," Dawn said.
"Does Anita know you were in danger. Promise me you will exercise caution."
"Jean-Claude--"
"Anita, please." Jean-Claude's apprehension slid into fear, a fear of loss that tasted like the echoed remembrance of Julianna's perfume. "I would give this werewolf a thousand pardons if it brings you and Jason home to me."
"You never forgive," I thought desperately. Against my better instincts, my gaze slid off the couch and walked over to the desk, and raised Anita's hand to his face. "I love you, and want to be alone, she's not sure if he'd be any good to think about that. "Can... can you get the Slayers up and running and properly armed. There's as much research material as I could see the light through my eyes, the closest he would he ever come to walking in the sun. "Does he know about Voldemort?
The evening quickly tapered to a close, with Slughorn pressing boxes of chocolates into everyone's hands ("A welcome back gift from Ambrosius Flume, Honeydukes owner, surely you've sampled his treats before") and promising another evening soon, with a special guest or two.
Once the door closed and bolted the lock before he dropped his glasses on his face, he didn't get it and leave quickly.
"Anita?"
It sounded like Nathaniel's voice. I opened my door and got out of the courtyard, then they turned a corner and went down to see Beckett. The plant that had looked a bit startled himself. "Sorry. Dad wants you to call him Arthur, like you call Mum Molly... and I guess that's over, now."
"It is," Harry reassured her. "He won't bother you again."
"What are you two talking about?" Ginny called, running to catch up. She took Luna's other arm and leaned in against her friend. "Talking about me?"
"You wish," Harry said without thinking. She crossed the floor in her enthusiasm. "I hope you have a bad dream?"
Dawn shook her head again. "I was working with an old-timer, William Oliver. He wasn't bad, you know. Fought against You-Know-Who, all that."
Harry kept silent. There was an Ancient gene activation... thingy." He shrugged, blinking hard. "And flying and stuff. The usual."
Elizabeth frowned at him. "Harry, are you with us?"
Harry made a sound in his throat. "No."
"I see." She moved away. When she pulled her hand back under the blanket. "Can I have my sippy cup?"
"Oh, honey, you're too old for this should be laughable. After all, what was forty-odd years when a thousand-year-old Immortal was coming after your head?
In reality, it wasn't funny at all.
"You have been tracking me!" the man snarled, one hand going into his office, what patient she would find him again, and lay at his feet, sewing it up to Wilkins being crazy as a loon, but I don't know what can happen in three days -- no, scratch that. I do know. I just hope that you haven't yet lived," Jean-Claude said, throwing my words from the dream back at me. "I feel--" He broke off, swallowing hard, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. She was holding baby-Harry so carefully, so tenderly. She would never attack him with he was down like this. He was supposed to in order to get to their helpless baby?
Harry found he was sitting right here, you git! You walked past me silently in the grass. I squeezed back against the stone, but still I tried, still I struggled as they dragged me toward a vampire standing as motionless as death. "How?"
I reached out and took the doll from Anita's hand and ran his hands down my arms. "Do you like that one?" she asked Dawn.
Dawn nodded, and held the necklace out. "It would go perfect with your dress."
Anita took the chain. "You're right, it would."
Dawn watched quietly as Anita put the necklace around Dawn's throat. "It's so you can wear it and remember all the places he'd argued with Inara. They fought so often, disagreed about everything. He'd never been able to destroy the Horcruxes and kill Voldemort?"
"Is that all we are to go at all," he said, managing to both wave Bill over and hand Riley his key without putting anyone's eye out. "I hope you enjoy your stay at the shifter hospital, where they took me after--" He swallowed and made himself roll onto his back, but the shooting pain in his pleasure.
"No, it won't hurt," she said reassuringly. "The opposite, in fact."
"Right."
"Good." Anita stared at him for a couple of years, I'd gotten used to other people being around all the time for this," Elizabeth said.
"Nah, 's fine," John muttered. He scanned the area for ships, but there was no mistaking the death-glare Dean shot at Sam.
"Dude, no! She's kidding," Sam said, as Dawn began to walk across the lawn came the call, "Minister!"
Harry whirled around. It was like a Quidditch adrenaline high, mixed in with that horrible, sticky magical undertow that was telling me about the message he wanted me to go to the gym alone, so we go together."
"Uh huh." Dawn poked a finger at Harry, too excited to care. He'd done it! He was an Animagus, like his dad and Sirius? Would the animal he already held inside of him prevent him from becoming an Animagus, or would it make it easier?
"And Harry?" Dumbledore said as Harry dropped to the hem of her sleeve, revealing a thin white snake with a gold stripe painted on its back, Harry realized with a start.
"Greetings." It took Harry a minute to realize that something was missing. What could it be?
The answer came to him with the curse the previous week. The skin had healed since yesterday, but the bone was sticking up in an unhappy smirk, then continued down the corridor was half open. Harry squared his shoulders. "I should--"
"Go, it's okay. He'll be fine," Harry said again. Watching Hagrid hurry toward the castle, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that this guy found him amusing. God, this whole high school thing keeps getting worse and worse. "I just wanted to come out and get you home?"
"Okay," Dawn said. She opened her mouth as if to ward off that many werewolves."
"You said one saved your life?"
"She saved my soul." The words were just as she left the ravine and was into deeper woods. Logan was better able to follow her gaze.
A man stood in the corner, which Xander quickly retrieved. He'd never be able to stop. It seemed like it had happened so long ago.
"What do you want to color?"
Dawn bit her lip. "Willow said I look a lot like your situation so I thought I'd ask the crowd. Tell me what you think.
The Leaving Hour
An Anita Blake fanfiction story by mhalachaiswords
Summary: A month after the events in Danse Macabre, specifically Anita's views toward continuing or terminating a pregnancy. This is how much I disagreed with what Harry had seen of magical killing and pain. He wasn't just leaving the hosts in a room with one large bed.
"I'll sleep on the floor?" Nathaniel asked, coming into the diner and orders burgers with chili fries! You're like junk food soul mates!"
"Slow down, Yente, we're just going to put the ideas out there. Hopefully so I can actually write it tomorrow. In the meantime, the wind had picked up, blowing a few dead leaves around the courtyard.
Where are they? Harry craned his neck to see if he could spend the next year avoiding everyone named Weasley. But hiding up in his thoughts that he wasn't tall, or how still his face was blank. "Hrmph," was all Dawn said.
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"Are we done?" Nathaniel asked as he leaned against a nearby wall. He'd been that close to death before, right? Probably.
And just like before, Xander'd had his ass saved by superhuman strength.
"Mr. Harris?"
It was Clark, with Jonathan right behind him.
"So we'll go slow," Nathaniel said, laughter in his voice. It startled Dawn, as she had been working on, the Chalice had been lost to the Seelie Sidhe for many, many years, like so many of you! Seriously, everyone, thanks so much for everyone, even him.
45. Hell
He remembers what that priest said about hell; Nathaniel hears the echo of hells fire every time Anita screams at him in the mirror.
"Harry mentioned that, too. Richard thinks it's because Jamil's a werewolf and about Damian and Anita and Cherry and Damian
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all things Anita Blake. Only the story is my own.
Note: Thanks to goldandamber for the prompt of "reading a book". Just some fluff :)
Gossip
An Inevitable short (AB/HP)
by mhalachaiswords
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Merry Gentry belongs to Laurell K. Hamilton. No profit has been made from this fic, and the only benefit to me is personal satisfaction and the creative process. I hope you enjoy.
Rating: PG
Words: 5,383
Spoilers: So post-Danse Macabre it hurts.
Note: A response to the Mommy Anita challenge on TTH. Ooh, look! Plot movement! And a million words.
Parts One ~~ Two ~~ Three ~~ Four
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Screaming.
Screaming and pain and guilt in me twisted, going straight toward anger.
Kicking the door closed and bolted the lock before he dropped his backpack and stood, holding his hand out to Davis. After all, Jack wasn't military anymore.
After only a second of hesitation, Davis shook. "Take care of yourself, Mr. O'Neill."
"You too, Major Davis."
They released hands. "Why St. Louis?" Davis asked.
Jack shrugged. "I used to do to help, only made it worse. Maybe I couldn't fix this. Maybe Nathaniel had to work at the SGC was just like a Cheering Charm! He hadn't felt this great in years. "Hey, Teyla, did I ever tell you that you're crazy!"
"If I talk to you about what happened earlier in the week.
"Wizard?"
"Werewolf." It was only Dumbledore's showing up by accident that saved her life."
"I know that!" Hermione burst out, gripping his hands so hard it broke in two. "We got stuff to do."
"I thought Quantum Leap had you off duty until your broken ribs healed up."
"Who?"
"Dr. Beckett. You know, that show, Quantum Leap? There was a spark of interest, but she quickly buried it beneath the hard facade she had erected. "That might be why it's so powerful! The other Horcruxes just feel like normal objects, not weird at all!" He kicked the leg of the armchair. It didn't even move the chair an inch. Frustrated, she tried again. Nothing. It was like he wasn't a werewolf. At least Loki and Thor had left him behind? Would Harry Potter have met any of the non PG-rated implications in this house is pick up after yourself, how hard is--" Anita stopped abruptly and stared at the empty chair where Micah usually sat.
Dawn stuck out her hand. "Come on."
Dawn slipped her hand into his. "Do you want anything here?" he asked, his voice mild.
Gregory let out the bottled-up pain and terror and fear of losing his new family.
... to be continued
*iz ded*
It's long, and it's like something I would have written if I was on the CRACK. I'm seriously in love with this fanfic.
Whew! Not dead! So, how are you doing?"
There was no way around it. He opened his mouth, then he was gone.
"Anita, what's happening?" Micah asked.
"I don't know!" I exclaimed, running for the engine room. Simon watched Kaylee go, then stepped down the stairs when he realized that Damian was watching them argue. "I'd do the same thing," Anita pointed out.
"But that's not how it works!" Richard exclaimed. "If another werewolf kills me, then Sylvie becomes Ulfric!"
Anita shook her head again, but she grudgingly swung the portrait open without a word.
Great, I'm pissing off portraits too.
Even so late, the room was the only one here who will not ask you who was playing first," Teyla snapped. "I asked who was--" She pointed a finger at Harry, too excited to speak.
"What?" Harry asked.
Luna glared in the direction of Madame Hooch's office. At least Ginny was speaking to after you were in the basement under the house where the walls were a foot thick and the windows had been bricked up.
"I just don't get how Micah understands people," Anita said after a minute, his mouth full. "Still thinking about Snape?"
"Huh?" Harry asked, blinking owlishly.
"Auror Nymphadora Tonks," Dumbledore clarified.
Oh, shit! Harry dropped his head into his hands until some years later. I cannot be certain that Voldemort did not add layers of protection, traps of some sort, to prevent its destruction. It might be dangerous."
"Then it's dangerous," Harry said. "We haven't got time for that," he said, heading back to his plate, hoping that no one went. That was the last day he'd get to it someday.
Harry had even survived his Defence Against the Dark Arts class when Snape attacked Harry, and Harry had used every trick he knew to entertain Reece; turning his own shoes into rabbits, flying paper angels, anything to distract Reece from the fact that I almost out of gas. I pulled into the driveway of Anita's house. "Oh!"
"Now what?"
"We didn't tell Nathaniel!" Dawn stuffed the juice box back into the other room. We're going to take the blow, where Buffy would be here, it would be best if Dawn were to not be able to get through this together. Promise."
Dawn smiled weakly.
"So," Zerbrowski said, clapping his hands together. "What's for dinner?"
Anita rolled her eyes. "Children," she muttered. "Jean-Claude called Christoff to warn him that Anita would be a lot angrier about the situation. So why hadn't he sent it over himself?
Harry wished he was surprised that his hand was like coming home. He hated it, but he leaned heavily on her arm as he tried to breathe. A warm hand settled on hers. She opened her eyes and watched the bustle of girls move around the schedules to the seventh and lower year students?"
"Of course, Professor," Hermione said, jumping up and down at the bandage on her leg and face buried in her pillow and hands smelling like bathroom cleaner from scrubbing the bathtub for an hour.
She wore jeans to school for two weeks straight to cover the land with his own childhood began to gnaw at his insides. "Why do you keep pushing me out!"
Buffy pulled back, out of his body, bloody and ripped up, and it took Harry a second to realize that all I do is put you in such a way that you would injure Marguerite, a human servant who was going to do about Olaf?"
Nathaniel shushed him. "Can we go see it because it's the right thing to do, to take the chair Asher had just vacated. Jason went and jumped onto the immaculately made bed.
"You wished to talk?" Jean-Claude asked, settling on the bed and closed his eyes. "Yeah, we did it. And now, it's like... What now?" He didn't take his eyes off the door.
Now, in the quiet, Rory remembered better times with Lorelai, and felt even lonelier.
She tore her glare from the bag, wishing her throat didn't hurt so. "I want a do-over," she whispered into the darkness.
The admission sounded even more pathetic than she imagined.
The hopeful one (Rory, Lane (Rory/Dean))
set two years after his first wife's unfortunate death, she had been so loud? Still, Buffy used to get him to turn on the radio."
I buried my head in my hands. "You have enough socks, Anita," he murmured.
It was as if he was part-cat. That might explain some of the warmth chased away the numbness of the cold.
"Here, you just hold on and we'll get it for you."
Dawn blinked, and with it came a prickling along Logan's spine. He slowly retracted his claws, ignoring the familiar pain, as he tried to work through what Ellen had said. Ellen tried to talk to you, but they'll come tomorrow," Richard said.
I glanced at the doorway where Nathaniel had been watching the scene with baffled interest, stepped over the circle, then back again. The veil fluttered slightly as she steadied the old man had still been alive, they sure as hell didn't owe her a thing. If anything, she felt even more scared. In Sunnydale, she had Buffy around all the time, in everything he did.
The visions never had any proof, and believe me when I was bored."
"Journal?"
"Yeah, like a diary." Dawn chewed on the pencil for a minute, did not sit well with me.
The wand in the goblin's hand started whistling as it passed over my chest. "Maybe it's me, maybe I'm the reason this happened. If they hadn't died, if they hadn't been so serious, it might have been to spare poor Harry the angst, however).
We've seen only inanimate objects as horcruxes (the diary, Gaunt's ring) would make it better.
Maybe I couldn't raise Raina's munin with Jason, but Harry was too furious to be intimated.
Harry's lip curled up into a ball somewhere in private and wish he'd never started having those strange dreams.
"I've... I've been thinking about that for years, it shouldn't lay him out to try and give me prompts to write the scene! When I get everyone's responses, I'll make a table and flipped open the top.
"Your visit worked out fine?" Elizabeth asked. The smell of the roast reawakened Harry's appetite. He speared four slices of the rarest-cooked meat he could find, Jack swung the rifle around and examined it in the vaults last month."
"But why not?" Harry asked, then he shook his head. "You're freaking out. What's wrong?" He looked scared.
I took a breath. "We can pay--"
"Shh," Merry said, motioning him to stand back. Two men came forward to pick up the piece of parchment and a quill. "Here."
"Thanks, Hermione, you're a lifesaver," Harry said with feeling, breathing in the steam. Jason slid his hands around my waist, his touch so gentle that my stitches didn't hurt at all. "I want to hear how your trip to America went.
Molly.
Harry folded the letter back over with a sigh. "New duty roster for the Marines," he said, handing her what looked like a wallet... right until she flipped it open and the room spun lazily around me. "It's fine."
Olaf's body had gotten to this place, though, she didn't know. "No."
Dawn wasn't sure if she could say anything, he reached for the cereal box closest to her, only to have a problem letting girls die, so why worry about one more?
Images of all the characters in Harry Potter, why does Remus have to be Ellen or Ash were the source of Gordon's info at this point, but we do know that he cares so much. Plus he's cute. I took a couple semesters of entomology in university and feel the tiniest bit of fellowship with Gris when he's talking about Tom, and pretending he doesn't know your hiding place! If he sees me there, he'll know where to look, not that she was indeed Petunia Dursley's only living relative. Armed with a court order, she gathered the screaming Dudley from a harassed-looking woman at the foot of the ramp. Not taking her eyes off the darkness long enough to do all the work myself, wanting to show me something, but hadn't told me what. I'd been sort of leery about it, but I didn't know what to say.
He eased his hand out of the big bed, knocking Sigmund to the ground and Jack's blood still drying on the rock, that Richard had stormed out when Nathaniel arrived at the park, Richard had to know that.
Right?
He put his hands on his hips, mostly so he had something important to the mission."
"It's not--" What? Not important to the mission, that he recognized an artifact in Pegasus that looked just like I remembered her the last time you saw Dumbledore? The Ministry isn't doing a damned thing--"
"Dumbledore hasn't abandoned us," Hermione said desperately. "It's just that Buffy called and as usual, everything's all about her."
Lorelai almost choked on her coffee. "Make some noise when you sneak up on me!"
"I've been trying to track you all night, but your scent just vanished."
Dean couldn't stand it any longer. He never asked her to put Summers after it.
Dawn trailed her fingers across the glass. Was there anything she could do to hold everything inside his head. He'd seen what the chair could do, and what I saw at the train station. He's from Wales, and he's muggleborn, and he's been doing so much with you. He's been living at your house, going to work if you keep doing that."
"So what?" Dawn wasn't crying now. A painful lump had settled in her throat, and she sucked in a ragged breath before the frantic sobbing began.
Warm arms held Dawn safe, a voice murmuring gentle words of safety and of sleep. Dawn could only meet his alien gaze for a long moment, then let himself fall back onto the chair.
What was he going to do stupid stuff like try and get yourself killed, or keep a shrine to a dead stop as an idea sprang into his head. What would he think? I was his Nimir-Ra, the stable centre of his life. "I do as you ask, sir."
"Good." Dumbledore eased back onto his feet. The boy's eyes were wide in the moonlight, broke away from her body. He still wasn't back to normal, from the desperate week-long binge of no sleep and too many of Carson's stimulants. In her mind, Rodney deserved a little slack. He had spearheaded the drive to do the spell? In case something happened with your... work?"
Buffy's throat constricted. She closed her mouth and end it all, as it was to make everything better, but even she knew that he understood.
But Anita didn't understand, and Dawn was going to be on her guard against the vampire. "Really?"
"Of course." Jean-Claude didn't look nearly so scary now. In fact, he was a stupid little kid. She didn't need to. They weren't going to cancel Christmas dinner, were they? After all the planning Nathaniel had done, all the people that a warm summer day brought out in Colorado Springs. No one seemed to have helped a bit. Her skin was still rosy with sleep. Anita was Nathaniel's world, and she was pouring herself a drink. Most nights, she didn't touch the stuff until after the monks made Dawn. Tara had been hurt because of the Horcrux, but his possessions were untouched. It looks as if it might be nothing, but..." He stared at her for a moment. When I found him, I... I don't know. I like to torture my female characters, it seems. This is the best way.
~*~
It took Harry a few seconds of breathless silence. "You can't possibly be telling me that I needed to talk to Sheriff Paul. Do you understand?"
The man nodded weakly.
"Then you tell him that Marshal Blake sent you, that you got your sister a present, Dawn, but I don't think that the thing must be inanimate. Indeed, Dumbledore theorized that Voldemort was questing to use Hogwarts founder objects, not Hogwarts' students. (That might have been talking as loud as it sounded to him. A thousand wild thoughts ran through his mind. It could be a reference for me."
"We'll need at least one of the chemists has been in the Antarctic for years and he never knew this place was here. He wandered for a bit, watching the scientists and the occasional skateboard. So many muggles, Harry mused. All with their lives, that don't involve vampires or werewolves or magic.
Sort of the opposite of his summer. As the waiter came back with two pitchers of alcoholic oblivion. "I thought you'd be able to hold her hand, to embarrass her in cowboy boots and cutoffs, no Lorelai there to hold her own with Ron. Ron knew how smart she was, and how brave and amazing. Maybe Hermione lucked out too.
That just leaves me, Harry thought. In an effort to avoid getting them killed and he kept his hands to himself. "Or is this just some weird smokescreen?"
"I can't see how," Tammy said. "But Dolph's going to be it. Tomorrow, he'd be back at his cards and sorted them. "You know, one of these before, can you help me figure it out?"
"Okay!" Dawn squirmed out of Anita's room.
"This is Jason," Nathaniel explained, slipping past Jason into the room slowly, her arms crossed over his chest. "We wait to see what was in a house. Her eyes traveled over the bookcases by the wall, a television, and finally to an armchair by the fire. "Aren't you going to wear the blue dress!" Dawn spoke quickly over Anita's soft, relentless words. "Nathaniel ironed it and it's pretty!"
She was breathing hard as if she'd let something slip away from her, you know?"
Harry shook his head. There were so many cool, shiny things in here. "You can poke around in there and tear Reece away, he had to pay for corrupting a minor, but she was too cold and too scared to care. "Dawn."
"Dawn," Anita said. It was like he was lower than low. John wondered what time it was.
Glancing over, she saw that Anita was routinely raising six zombies a night. Add to that a math teacher who seemed to crave power above all, would take a little girl who had fallen on them from the shadows behind the Roadhouse, and certainly not with the information they desperately needed.
Destination... Somewhere: The little red-head sitting at the head of the American Aurors is John Cassidy. He was one of the twins asked, frowning at me.
Was this another of those weird ideas that just won't leave me alone.
Booty Call
Anita Blake fanfiction by mhalachaiswords
Summary: Anita's in a quandary. It's 3 a.m., she's hankering for some male companionship, and she has never been properly examined, and frankly, it needs to be on the losing end.
Anita Blake & Ben (Dark Angel)
She was wearing blue when he tackled her to the counter. Out of the Strange: Xander's the new shop teacher at Smallville High, and while he was only doing this because you felt it an obligation," Jean-Claude said. "You would do it, but she had nowhere to go, she may as well come sit down," Ginny said, rearranging the blanket over Harry's legs.
Harry shook his head. "I don't mean you," she said, voice stronger.
"What..." Simon said. There was no scientific evidence that people in comas registered their surroundings, but tonight, everything was different.
He looked down at the cloak on his bed.
"See?" Dean grabbed his transfigured cutlass and headed out the door. Just my luck, I get stuck with the guy who wants to eat a horse. Although not literally; he'd leave that for Jason.
"No."
Harry groaned, but obligingly piled rashers of bacon between two slices of toast. "Is the world ending?" he asked as he hopped off the windowsill.
"You don't understand anything!" Harry said, trying to bluff.
Moroven hissed, the skin drawn tight on her face was fading as she processed what Faith and Ronon had said.
"I suppose," Faith said. "I mean, I could, but I didn't, and I just wanted to hear what's bothering me, from my dream, right?" He opened his eyes and shook his head. There were so many of the objects of power that healed Jason must have healed him too.
He'd tried to kill Anita and Nathaniel, with cameos from almost everyone. As always, let me know so I can go in tomorrow and have lots of fun this morning!"
Anita almost felt sorry for the woman. "Yeah, it'll be a week before I can do for you?"
I started to say no, but just shook my head. "Stop it," I told him. "Maybe he said that Christoff's almost as bad as it had the previous day.
But how else would I have gotten this cut? Harry wondered. It's too round for me to speak, I demanded, "Why the fuck are you talking about?"
Staring at the tiny silver pendant. "It's a little like wolf and all like comfort. Anita. Slowly, the fear in Harry bled away.
Harry let out a ragged breath, weak at the knees, as the woman expertly popped the clip, checked the bullets, then slid the clip home. Instead of putting the gun in his collection.
Now Edward was staring down at him. "Are you okay?"
Heart pounding, Nathaniel nodded. "I didn't want to listen to me?"
Micah shifted around until he stood behind Anita. She stared at a tiny clearing beside a sloping stone hill.
"Okay." John touched the Jumper down in the space, branches brushing the sides of my head, a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For what you said to Anita, then to Micah, then Dawn. "But Dawn was going to go check on Rodney," he said, drifting to his feet.
"Thanks," Anita said again. "For the vampires in question. It was a feeling she had never been so ill-mannered while out in public. Probably not, she decided. Buffy would have been preferable to what he actually got.
A hangover, courtesy of his business partners.
And visions.
When Jess dreamed, things happened, horrible things to so many people were there? Harry couldn't see them all and losing each and every one of the gate addresses that Colonel O'Neill put into the computers while he had the middle of the room, but Dawn didn't give in. "Dawn, stop it! What happened?"
"You don't want me!" Dawn screeched, animal anger giving way to cityscape. Everything was cramped and packed and familiar, but so different than the wide-open spaces and empty stretches of land and road in St. Louis. I know it."
~*~
We managed to get her to move back, but it was hopeless. She liked the sophisticated things Jean-Claude got her, jewelry and furniture and those nice folks. No profit has been made from this fic.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 322
Missing Scene: #36 - Guilt.
Note: This missing scene takes place early January, one month after Something Worthwhile. After Chosen for BtVS, before Michael in Stargate Atlantis. No episodic spoilers for SGA.
Word count:: 1,673
Part One ~~ Part Two ~~ Part Three ~~ Part Four
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"Colonel Sheppard," Dr. Zelenka said in greeting as John walked into the crowd with the guard.
Jason let out a groan as he slammed the door shut. He shrugged his bag off his shoulder and pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes as blood ran out of the distant hut, and started shambling in the direction she had come.
"Why would we go back?"
"Are there things that need killing?"
Anita looked at him, so close, and wanted to crawl into a corner and went down to his ankle.
The werewolf loomed over him, backlit by the moon. Irrational fear crashed down on her. Richard's thoughts were darker than anything Dawn had ever seen in her head.
Why was she doing this? What did she want?
"Anita's driving right now," Micah continued. "Yes, she's with us. Has something... Okay." Micah turned to look at Nathaniel. The wereleopard stood staring at Harry, but instead of setting Dawn on the ground.
Stop freaking out! I told myself, picking up the box. Don't think about why it was happening. I saw Jason flying backwards, blood and thicker things spattering on the walls, and everything was made of glass. Shivering, I leaned against the stone wall of the cave.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, all wide-eyed innocence.
Harry leaned forward over the table. "I wonder where he'll get sorted."
"Gryffindor," Harry said immediately. "What do you think?"
Anita took a deep breath. It looked like Hermione was as smart as you want, and ask any question you have about Stars Hollow. And dinner's on me."
"I don't--"
"Please," Lorelai said firmly. "I insist."
"All right." Riley hesitated, then stood back. "Lead the way."
At least he hadn't offered his arm. Lorelai was older than him, but not Ron or Hermione to give me some lecture about being stupid?"
"No." Hermione set off again. "I'm not Ron, for goodness sake. I'm perfectly aware what Ginny and that blonde of hers are doing!"
Parvati's eyebrows arched. "Matching costumes?" she asked. "How... interesting."
The level of innuendo in Parvati's voice was answered by the expression on Hermione's face, while Harry pretended to cower. Hermione opened her mouth, she'd burst into tears and that was when the scary things got scared, it was time for her to speak, to urge her to action, but the weight of the sniper rifle snapping into his hand was so smooth, so... human. "I'm Sarah Blake."
"How are you enjoying the reunion?" Micah asked. He finally spotted Nathaniel hunched in a chair, in the darkest of nights. I loved sleeping with Micah too, but it wasn't until they'd run Jack's scent to the ground, and it was everywhere."
Inara let her grandmother's stories flow off her tongue, tales of magic and fairy princesses and love and loss and anger and pain; most of all, he doesn't know the difference!"
Shaking her head, Ginny tossed Pig back out into the hall, sitting as directed on the small bench by the path. Rodney followed, asking Elizabeth about laser equipment for the labs, but never looking at her.
They're not treating this as a screenplay." He smiled, baring his teeth. "Hey, do you want me to do and this is not a good idea," I said. Ronnie turned back to Jack, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight.
"Are you a mutant?"
"What do you think?" he asked the twins.
George looked between Hermione and Harry, a frown playing on his face. I was too happy to care.
"I told my family that if they couldn't understand that you were in danger, I still would have saved lives.
Writing covered the whole page, but Dawn couldn't speak. She gripped Nathaniel's shirt tightly, still feeling as if he could just leave her here.
Anita looked into the shadowed cabin. He tried to make the hard 'T' sound, but Zerbrowski just kept smiling at her. She tugged again, and he sat heavily on the edge of the bed. "Think the cafeteria has any Jell-O?"
"You should wait for whoever it was let him out to try and figure out how to destroy them, or even think of where the rest might be, or how we're going to do?"
She shrugged, brushing a lock of hair. "Look at it!"
Rory pushed her mother away and stood to get more tea. An hour before lunch, the commissary was empty except for Ginny and Ron.
"Oh, and one last thing," Dumbledore said.
Ron turned, one foot already through the portrait hole.
"It would behoove you both to keep the cynicism out of his voice.
Anita glared at him, spots of colour in his pale cheeks. "Thirty points from Gryffindor and questioned Hermione's intelligence for the remainder of his team members and the leader of the Athosian embrace between them. John closed his eyes again, but hauled himself up, then reached around for the bottle of water in his hand.
"But how did it affect me?"
Nathaniel put the bottle of alcohol and twisted off the bottom stem. "You can rip it away so easily. That's what I thought, as I lay on that cold concrete floor, heart struggling to beat around the bullethole in my chest. Last time, Reubens and Humans First had run Alejandro's vampires off. But this time, the story came to them.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to the CW and Kripke. Stargate Atlantis belongs to MGM/UA, Gekko Productions et al. own all things BtVS. I'm only borrowing and will return them at the end of the fic.
Setting: After Chosen for BtVS, before Michael in Stargate Atlantis. No episodic spoilers for SGA. However, If you haven't recently watched Buffy 7x21, End of Days, I make reference to that.
Word count: 3,627.
Part One ~~ Part Two ~~ Part Three ~~ Part Four
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John ran towards the living room. "She's such a handful."
I caught a glimpse in Micah's mind of what was going on, either.
"You must be Ronald Weasley," Scrimgeour said, nodding at Ron. "Arthur's youngest boy?"
"Yes, sir, that's me," Ron said.
Scrimgeour turned to Hagrid. "And Rubeus Hagrid. I understand you're a teacher now?"
"Yeah," Hagrid said rather flatly. "Teachin' Care of Magical Creatures. "She'll turn you into a slug."
"I know." Ron scuffed his shoe on the lawn. Did I miss this many people around me?
For the second time around," he said.
Dawn giggled, hiding her mouth behind Sigmund.
Anita came up behind Wilhelm and whispered something in his voice gave lie to that statement.
Buffy restrained herself from rolling her eyes.
The cashier tried to hide a smile, then broke into a run, thanking his lucky stars that Monday morning breakfast was the least complicated thing I could ever hope for."
Nathaniel hugged me harder. "I'm glad I'm home," he whispered.
I closed my eyes briefly against the memory of the look on Neville's face. "Yes."
Neville was breathing hard. "Take it," he said brusquely, sliding the knife back into a tiny smile. "Do you want to start working on your essay tonight?"
"What essay?" Harry asked, trying to push on me, you'd think I was going to die. Does getting shot hurt?
"Claudia, no!" Anita shouted. She shoved Merle away, and put herself between Ginny and Romilda, seemingly by coincidence. "We have to do with my body, same with after Gabriel made me a bit about the town," Riley said. "Bill said you're the expert on Stars Hollow, and the least I could do to not lower his head and pushed himself off the wall and walked over to the gift pile. "Jean-Claude did not buy you a box." Jack took mental stock of his situation. He didn't feel like anything any more.
"Do you want to know." The cost of his move hadn't hurt much; just him and three suitcases of clothes and other things, he pushed his glasses back on and picked up the books and the websites he could on children, on what scared them and how they could do that."
Anita held Nathaniel tight. There was nothing more she hates than when that sarcasm is directed at her.
36 - Sordid
No matter how hard she tries, she can't imagine this as something sordid -- every time Sam touches her, it's something new.
37 - Soliloquy
She never went to college, isn't much for books, but she never really feels that divide between then until she hears Sam reenacting perfect Shakespeare to cheer up a sick Jo.
38 - Sojourn
It's always temporary... no matter how normal that creature looked.
She wasn't normal, and she hated saying them, especially to this boy who, if he could just leave her here.
Anita looked into the cockpit. Faith wanted to say to you?" Harry echoed. "Oh, I don't know, it's only that I heard them talking, last night, about some kinda party for her, that would have sounded worse would be I'm here to rescue you.
Anita dropped her hand. "There's no coffee. There's no food. Is there anything you will gain?"
Jean-Claude was quiet for a minute. Sam was staring hard at the doorjamb, the faintest hint of a frown on her face. "Hi, everyone."
The responses to her greeting varied from enthusiastic by the young man had wanted to tell the lady to shut the hell up?" Anita asked. "I told you, Anita's a necromancer and she's not the only skill you will endeavour to learn this year," Snape added, turning all this attention back to Harry. "Jason's right, you should talk to her." Luna paced along beside Harry. "She's your friend."
Harry shrugged. He was jittery and restless and he couldn't wait for Zoe and Simon to bring down Hedwig's cage.
Reece nodded. "My Ul--" the boy clapped his mouth shut before he said a word.
Thank god for Ronan Dex. Damn Ronon Dex, all the same.
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That's his real problem these days. He couldn't talk about his life. It was easy to forget how strong lycanthropes could be, until they started throwing furniture around.
I gave up on trying to right her overturned seat. "Inside a grain of sand on a beach!"
His voice rose until the last sophomore wandered out of the ordinary!" Harry exclaimed. "If they thought the person was in the hall too, and she didn't even hear him.
Markus Bowloski, or whatever the hell it is strippers do all day. You can't disrupt their lives without even asking!"
"They'd understand," Anita said defensively. "It's not forever, just until we get there?"
"Soon," Anita promised. "I was thinking..."
"Thinking is good," Dawn contributed when Anita trailed off. "You can figure out where to put the pieces together on the things Dawn fears...
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Anita Blake belongs to Laurell K. Hamilton. No profit has been made from this fic, and the only benefit to me is personal satisfaction and the creative process. I hope you enjoy.
Rating: PG
Notes: A response to the Mommy Anita challenge on TTH. Ooh, look! Plot movement! And a million words.
Parts One ~~ Two ~~ Three
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The sunlight shining on the bright side, at least the vampires had seen them, but the wind was in their dorm, getting ready for dinner when Harry stormed through the door. There were two kinds of folks: the army dudes, and the eggheads. Most of the talk was about various preternatural creepy-crawlies, some of which Jack knew a bit about in passing, other areas brand new. We sure as hell weren't going to believe she was a U.S. Marshal. They called the cops and everything, and when the police got there, they were really foster parents? Maybe they were serial killers or something that you'd just pull out of the car. Elsa told the driver to stay where he was, then she closed her mouth. Taking a deep breath, I stood up somehow, groping around the chair and across the room to sit beside Nathaniel on the other end said, "Hello?"
"Jason?"
"Harry?" Jason said incredulously. "What-- Why are you so certain that he is overwhelming her... he obeys her instantly, even though he wasn't feeling Cassandra's ghost, but the sensation of being watched was so strong. "Hey, I like a fight as much as a drop of your own destiny and all that for the theatre."
Harry frowned dramatically, while the other half of the pard, as bad as you are my human servant. He is my wolf, both Richard and myself can send our power to him -- it's like a thing," he grumbled, pushing himself to his feet.
Even though he knew it took a while. I was wearing my Firestar in an inner-belt holster, almost pressing on the edge of her black lace panties. "Why is that?" he whispered, watching her closely.
"I don't know, but for the life of one of the Ancestors?"
"Am I a what?" Faith was honestly confused, both as to Ronon's question and at Teyla's shocked expression. "I'm not supposed to exercise every day, it's bad for you."
"If you say so." Riley didn't bother to knock. He pushed open the bathroom door was hard and echoing under my knuckles. After a moment, the other boy nodded. "Yeah, you should come," he said. "If you insist on going back to dressing. "I wish I did."
Anita knelt in front of his chest, instead of the sides. If his ribs were broken near his sternum, he was in earshot.
"How is he?" Harry asked just as softly. He picked up a slice of pumpkin pie. When Elizabeth sat down again, he made a deal. Your soul for Sam's life, and they wanted to say about Nathaniel, and I did, all the way down I kinda knocked the pepper shaker into the drawer where we keep the forks."
Anita glared at Dawn. "And?"
"And then I sneezed a lot while I was trying to say, because she put her hands on the railing, carefully not looking in the windows casting strange shadows on her lined face. "I'll tell him." Her face contorted in pain and she almost melted as she stammered out the daily specials, then escaped back to her seat beside Ginny.
Harry looked back at Remus. "Look, I was clawed up by a werewolf at the Circus of the Damned!"
"You took me there," Harry reminded her.
"That's different!" Anita snapped. "You're a wizard and can protect yourself!"
"He'd be going with you!" Harry snapped back. "Especially that sort."
"One doesn't make friends easily."
Dawn tapped her fingers on the glass window. "Simon can't fix her."
Mal's heartbeat threatened to burst out of his hands and knees. Harry pulled the boy off balance. Not sure if I'll get to soon. So really, the Inevitable universe *will* never end.
When do the most interesting friends, as Nathaniel discovers one night at AI...
Over Chocolate: Dawn and Nathaniel at the sink, wrapping her arms around her legs. "Is that what did this last night."
"Sam."
"No, I'm serious. Something made us end up in that gown Jean-Claude made for you. Put a curly wig on him and need him and finally love him. That was something. "Sure," Jack said with false cheer. "Come on, I'll buy you a possessed doll."
"Ask him!" Dawn said, following Anita and tugging on her shirt hem. "Please?"
"This doll is not possessed. However, I'm not so sure about you."
Dawn stuck her tongue out at Anita, hearing the faint electronic shutter snap in the background on Anita's end of the stretcher. With more speed than grace, and she was all woman, and very dangerous.
"I can't let you kill Remus!"
"Mr. Potter!" came a thundering voice. My empty gun flew up into the sky, out of the room.
Jean-Claude sighed. "Bon nuit, ma petite."
"Jean-Claude?" Anita pulled on his own in the past few days, ever since...
"Shh," Ron said. "You're thinking about it again."
"What do you expect me to be a chaotic mess. With a sigh, he climbed the steps and held out her hand to him. "Come on."
He took my hand, let me lead him onto the towels. I tried to think of something to fix what I'd just done, but I can't see myself bothering to continue with it.
I have to go to Diagon Alley this morning, and then sent for me, and we tried to destroy the horcruxes, for everyone to practice..."
~*~
After fighting his way around a horde of ogres with a gas tanker. Innovative."
"That wasn't me," Sam protested, not able to find the right words to express her horror. "They're so cute!"
Anita sighed. "Dawn, there's a social worker downstairs, a mess in the kitchen dropped to a crouch, burying his aching head in his hands.
"Okay." Sandra was quiet for so long that I had to get out of her eyes. That was certainly strange. She wondered what she was doing! She'd been in his dreams before, that was the only person I can buy you a box." Jack took mental stock of his situation. He didn't feel like a trapped animal. "You don't know anything about US state laws, so I'm making up specifics to apply to Anita's world.
Dedication: I don't usually do a dedication on my fics, but I need to know what had happened to all the innocent people caught up in my reading of Danse Macabre, that I initially started this story to address. PS: This story is almost a year old. PPS: ON TTH, this is my second go at this challenge, but it's just the neatest thing since sliced bread. And yes, I wrote on Anita Blake. I decided that since I don't particularly get Anita and Richard's relationship, I'd write on that. So here we have Jean-Claude's thoughts on Anita, ranging from mildly annoyed to content to romantic to worried, and all points in between.
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01. Motion
She is always moving -- heat beating, lips breathing -- a living contrast to Jean-Claude's stillness.
02. Cool
During their first kiss, in the warm summer rain, Anita's trembling lips burned hot against his coolness.
03. Young
She always looks younger than she is -- except when she's pointing a gun at a cop. What do you want me to get out of here for a little bit straighter, a look of impatient waiting on his face. "What are you doing?" Dawn asked, craning her head back to look up from his wild flowers to the recently arrived glass vase from Jean-Claude, which held a dozen white roses and three red roses."
"I asked Anita about that," Dawn said.
"Does Anita know you were in danger. Promise me you will exercise caution."
"Jean-Claude--"
"Anita, please." Jean-Claude's apprehension slid into fear, a fear of loss that tasted like the echoed remembrance of Julianna's perfume. "I would give this werewolf a thousand pardons if it brings you and Jason home to me."
"You never forgive," I thought desperately. Against my better instincts, my gaze slid off the couch and walked over to the desk, and raised Anita's hand to his face. "I love you, and want to be alone, she's not sure if he'd be any good to think about that. "Can... can you get the Slayers up and running and properly armed. There's as much research material as I could see the light through my eyes, the closest he would he ever come to walking in the sun. "Does he know about Voldemort?
The evening quickly tapered to a close, with Slughorn pressing boxes of chocolates into everyone's hands ("A welcome back gift from Ambrosius Flume, Honeydukes owner, surely you've sampled his treats before") and promising another evening soon, with a special guest or two.
Once the door closed and bolted the lock before he dropped his glasses on his face, he didn't get it and leave quickly.
"Anita?"
It sounded like Nathaniel's voice. I opened my door and got out of the courtyard, then they turned a corner and went down to see Beckett. The plant that had looked a bit startled himself. "Sorry. Dad wants you to call him Arthur, like you call Mum Molly... and I guess that's over, now."
"It is," Harry reassured her. "He won't bother you again."
"What are you two talking about?" Ginny called, running to catch up. She took Luna's other arm and leaned in against her friend. "Talking about me?"
"You wish," Harry said without thinking. She crossed the floor in her enthusiasm. "I hope you have a bad dream?"
Dawn shook her head again. "I was working with an old-timer, William Oliver. He wasn't bad, you know. Fought against You-Know-Who, all that."
Harry kept silent. There was an Ancient gene activation... thingy." He shrugged, blinking hard. "And flying and stuff. The usual."
Elizabeth frowned at him. "Harry, are you with us?"
Harry made a sound in his throat. "No."
"I see." She moved away. When she pulled her hand back under the blanket. "Can I have my sippy cup?"
"Oh, honey, you're too old for this should be laughable. After all, what was forty-odd years when a thousand-year-old Immortal was coming after your head?
In reality, it wasn't funny at all.
"You have been tracking me!" the man snarled, one hand going into his office, what patient she would find him again, and lay at his feet, sewing it up to Wilkins being crazy as a loon, but I don't know what can happen in three days -- no, scratch that. I do know. I just hope that you haven't yet lived," Jean-Claude said, throwing my words from the dream back at me. "I feel--" He broke off, swallowing hard, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. She was holding baby-Harry so carefully, so tenderly. She would never attack him with he was down like this. He was supposed to in order to get to their helpless baby?
Harry found he was sitting right here, you git! You walked past me silently in the grass. I squeezed back against the stone, but still I tried, still I struggled as they dragged me toward a vampire standing as motionless as death. "How?"
I reached out and took the doll from Anita's hand and ran his hands down my arms. "Do you like that one?" she asked Dawn.
Dawn nodded, and held the necklace out. "It would go perfect with your dress."
Anita took the chain. "You're right, it would."
Dawn watched quietly as Anita put the necklace around Dawn's throat. "It's so you can wear it and remember all the places he'd argued with Inara. They fought so often, disagreed about everything. He'd never been able to destroy the Horcruxes and kill Voldemort?"
"Is that all we are to go at all," he said, managing to both wave Bill over and hand Riley his key without putting anyone's eye out. "I hope you enjoy your stay at the shifter hospital, where they took me after--" He swallowed and made himself roll onto his back, but the shooting pain in his pleasure.
"No, it won't hurt," she said reassuringly. "The opposite, in fact."
"Right."
"Good." Anita stared at him for a couple of years, I'd gotten used to other people being around all the time for this," Elizabeth said.
"Nah, 's fine," John muttered. He scanned the area for ships, but there was no mistaking the death-glare Dean shot at Sam.
"Dude, no! She's kidding," Sam said, as Dawn began to walk across the lawn came the call, "Minister!"
Harry whirled around. It was like a Quidditch adrenaline high, mixed in with that horrible, sticky magical undertow that was telling me about the message he wanted me to go to the gym alone, so we go together."
"Uh huh." Dawn poked a finger at Harry, too excited to care. He'd done it! He was an Animagus, like his dad and Sirius? Would the animal he already held inside of him prevent him from becoming an Animagus, or would it make it easier?
"And Harry?" Dumbledore said as Harry dropped to the hem of her sleeve, revealing a thin white snake with a gold stripe painted on its back, Harry realized with a start.
"Greetings." It took Harry a minute to realize that something was missing. What could it be?
The answer came to him with the curse the previous week. The skin had healed since yesterday, but the bone was sticking up in an unhappy smirk, then continued down the corridor was half open. Harry squared his shoulders. "I should--"
"Go, it's okay. He'll be fine," Harry said again. Watching Hagrid hurry toward the castle, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that this guy found him amusing. God, this whole high school thing keeps getting worse and worse. "I just wanted to come out and get you home?"
"Okay," Dawn said. She opened her mouth as if to ward off that many werewolves."
"You said one saved your life?"
"She saved my soul." The words were just as she left the ravine and was into deeper woods. Logan was better able to follow her gaze.
A man stood in the corner, which Xander quickly retrieved. He'd never be able to stop. It seemed like it had happened so long ago.
"What do you want to color?"
Dawn bit her lip. "Willow said I look a lot like your situation so I thought I'd ask the crowd. Tell me what you think.
The Leaving Hour
An Anita Blake fanfiction story by mhalachaiswords
Summary: A month after the events in Danse Macabre, specifically Anita's views toward continuing or terminating a pregnancy. This is how much I disagreed with what Harry had seen of magical killing and pain. He wasn't just leaving the hosts in a room with one large bed.
"I'll sleep on the floor?" Nathaniel asked, coming into the diner and orders burgers with chili fries! You're like junk food soul mates!"
"Slow down, Yente, we're just going to put the ideas out there. Hopefully so I can actually write it tomorrow. In the meantime, the wind had picked up, blowing a few dead leaves around the courtyard.
Where are they? Harry craned his neck to see if he could spend the next year avoiding everyone named Weasley. But hiding up in his thoughts that he wasn't tall, or how still his face was blank. "Hrmph," was all Dawn said.
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"Are we done?" Nathaniel asked as he leaned against a nearby wall. He'd been that close to death before, right? Probably.
And just like before, Xander'd had his ass saved by superhuman strength.
"Mr. Harris?"
It was Clark, with Jonathan right behind him.
"So we'll go slow," Nathaniel said, laughter in his voice. It startled Dawn, as she had been working on, the Chalice had been lost to the Seelie Sidhe for many, many years, like so many of you! Seriously, everyone, thanks so much for everyone, even him.
45. Hell
He remembers what that priest said about hell; Nathaniel hears the echo of hells fire every time Anita screams at him in the mirror.
"Harry mentioned that, too. Richard thinks it's because Jamil's a werewolf and about Damian and Anita and Cherry and Damian
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all things Anita Blake. Only the story is my own.
Note: Thanks to goldandamber for the prompt of "reading a book". Just some fluff :)
Gossip
An Inevitable short (AB/HP)
by mhalachaiswords
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Merry Gentry belongs to Laurell K. Hamilton. No profit has been made from this fic, and the only benefit to me is personal satisfaction and the creative process. I hope you enjoy.
Rating: PG
Words: 5,383
Spoilers: So post-Danse Macabre it hurts.
Note: A response to the Mommy Anita challenge on TTH. Ooh, look! Plot movement! And a million words.
Parts One ~~ Two ~~ Three ~~ Four
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Screaming.
Screaming and pain and guilt in me twisted, going straight toward anger.
Kicking the door closed and bolted the lock before he dropped his backpack and stood, holding his hand out to Davis. After all, Jack wasn't military anymore.
After only a second of hesitation, Davis shook. "Take care of yourself, Mr. O'Neill."
"You too, Major Davis."
They released hands. "Why St. Louis?" Davis asked.
Jack shrugged. "I used to do to help, only made it worse. Maybe I couldn't fix this. Maybe Nathaniel had to work at the SGC was just like a Cheering Charm! He hadn't felt this great in years. "Hey, Teyla, did I ever tell you that you're crazy!"
"If I talk to you about what happened earlier in the week.
"Wizard?"
"Werewolf." It was only Dumbledore's showing up by accident that saved her life."
"I know that!" Hermione burst out, gripping his hands so hard it broke in two. "We got stuff to do."
"I thought Quantum Leap had you off duty until your broken ribs healed up."
"Who?"
"Dr. Beckett. You know, that show, Quantum Leap? There was a spark of interest, but she quickly buried it beneath the hard facade she had erected. "That might be why it's so powerful! The other Horcruxes just feel like normal objects, not weird at all!" He kicked the leg of the armchair. It didn't even move the chair an inch. Frustrated, she tried again. Nothing. It was like he wasn't a werewolf. At least Loki and Thor had left him behind? Would Harry Potter have met any of the non PG-rated implications in this house is pick up after yourself, how hard is--" Anita stopped abruptly and stared at the empty chair where Micah usually sat.
Dawn stuck out her hand. "Come on."
Dawn slipped her hand into his. "Do you want anything here?" he asked, his voice mild.
Gregory let out the bottled-up pain and terror and fear of losing his new family.
... to be continued
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Date: 2007-08-31 08:39 am (UTC)Harry dropped his head into his hands until some years later.
and when Kerbowsky asked what was for dinner and Anita's response was "Children".
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Date: 2007-08-31 09:46 pm (UTC)Harry folded the letter back over with a sigh. "New duty roster for the Marines," he said, handing her what looked like a wallet... right until she flipped it open and the room spun lazily around me. "It's fine."
It seems that even LJ Autopost wants to agree with my Harry Potter as John Sheppard idea :P
And this one takes the cake for crackitude.
"Of course." Jean-Claude didn't look nearly so scary now. In fact, he was a stupid little kid. She didn't need to. They weren't going to cancel Christmas dinner, were they? After all the planning Nathaniel had done, all the people that a warm summer day brought out in Colorado Springs. No one seemed to have helped a bit. Her skin was still rosy with sleep. Anita was Nathaniel's world, and she was pouring herself a drink. Most nights, she didn't touch the stuff until after the monks made Dawn. Tara had been hurt because of the Horcrux, but his possessions were untouched. It looks as if it might be nothing, but..." He stared at her for a moment. When I found him, I... I don't know. I like to torture my female characters, it seems. This is the best way.
And this one is just a little too telling for Anita:
"Claudia, no!" Anita shouted. She shoved Merle away, and put herself between Ginny and Romilda, seemingly by coincidence. "We have to do with my body, same with after Gabriel made me a bit about the town."
I should totally write dream fics based on this post.
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Date: 2007-08-31 01:44 pm (UTC)(This is one of my favorites... I can picture Jean-Claude trying to act nonchalant and Anita trying to ignore her itchy trigger finger.)
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Date: 2007-08-31 09:50 pm (UTC)Jean-Claude would be nonchalant just to tick off Anita. Theirs is such a strange relationship :)
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Date: 2007-09-01 01:10 am (UTC)I just like to add some of my favorite lines..
"So," Zerbrowski said, clapping his hands together. "What's for dinner?"
Anita rolled her eyes. "Children," she muttered.
~ I just couldn't stop laughing.
"Dumbledore hasn't abandoned us," Hermione said desperately. "It's just that Buffy called and as usual, everything's all about her."
Jean-Claude didn't look nearly so scary now. In fact, he was a stupid little kid.
I like to torture my female characters, it seems. This is the best way.
Just my luck, I get stuck with the guy who wants to eat a horse. Although not literally; he'd leave that for Jason.
A hangover, courtesy of his business partners.
And visions.
The level of innuendo in Parvati's voice was answered by the expression on Hermione's face, while Harry pretended to cower.
~ Poor Harry.
Anita dropped her hand. "There's no coffee. There's no food. Is there anything you will gain?"