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Title: The Means
Challenge/Prompt: #81 Horror
Fanfiction: [Spooks]
Characters/Pairings: Danny Hunter
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own it, I just play with it.
Summary: It’s different if you pull the trigger.
Author's Notes: Episode 3x05, Love and Death, had a big impact on me. I thought that Danny’s struggle to carry out his task was well acted and the difficulties he had in accepting what he had to do, going through with it and then having to live with himself afterwards was very moving. This is also the first thing I’ve written in over 6 months but I was inspired by the prompt and my recent viewing of the episode. Thanks, Sterling!

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He could sympathize with Zoe. He, too, felt sick to his stomach, if for completely different reasons. This wasn’t what they'd signed up for, at least not for this particular mission. Of course their jobs came with the understanding that lives might be lost in the line of duty, but this was different.

This was murder.

He may not have to hear his victim plead for mercy and there would be no messy aftermath with the tools he’d been given. Still, it would torture him regardless, the cries of a dead man echoing in his dreams for years to come.


Dec. 22nd, 2009 06:51 am
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Title: Insurance
thewickedquill (Shay, untold_story)
Fan Fiction [Alias]
Prompt: #22 Weapon
Character/s: Irina, implied Sark and Sydney
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The fandom sandbox isn't mine, though I play in it from time to time.
Author’s Note: Written for prompt #22 Weapon on [community profile] fiction_drabbles  @ DW
Additional Notes: Perhaps it's my mind playing tricks on me, but I always saw the possibility that Irina shaped Sark for a specific purpose.


She'd guided him through young adulthood, trained him as he transitioned from boy to man, innocent civilian to experienced operative. She poured her heart and soul into his making, shaping his future and sharpening his mind and instincts. He was a masterpiece wrought by her hand.

They thought him her protégé, heir to her empire.

She found that amusing. And disappointing, for not one of them considered her true motives, none had connected the dots.

She had not been grooming him to take over. He was simply a tool of her creation, her insurance.

The ultimate gift to her daughter.


Dec. 22nd, 2009 05:36 am
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Title: Shiver
Author: thewickedquill (Shay, untold_story)
Original Fiction (but fits DA fandom)
Prompt: #33 Snow
Character: Male
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The words belong to us all, the crafting is mine. And if you're viewing this as a fandom piece, I don't own the sandbox though I play in it from time to time.
Author’s Note: Written for prompt #33 Snow on fiction_drabbles @ DW
Additional Notes: This was actually inspired by fandom but is original and can by seen as either. Not my best, but I've been having a really hard time writing recently (being museless is useless!) so I suppose it's better than nothing!


Snow unnerved him. It brought back the worst and best memories of his early years, of things he wished he could (but never would) forget. Snow symbolized solitude and beauty, peace, excitement... death. It also signified new beginnings.

He'd fled from the wintry regions as a way to move on with his life, but gazing out the window at the softly flurrying flakes defying the California climate and determinedly trying to gain a foothold, he sighed heavily. His past, it seemed, was intent on following wherever he went.

He only hoped that it wasn't a portent of things to come.
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Title: Grief By Proxy
Challenge/Prompt: #16: Rain
Fanfiction: Dark Angel (but vague enough to read without fandom reliance)
Character: Alec (X5-494)
Rating: PG13
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Implied death, implied adult situation
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of it; I just play with it.
Summary: He dared not grieve openly.
Author's Notes: Inspired by TBA, S2 of DA and to commemorate Rachel’s untimely death. For the Alec (or Alec/Rachel) lovers of the world.

He had received his orders that evening and they’d watched him intently, eager for an emotional reaction. He refused to give them the satisfaction, instead staring blankly out the window, timing his breaths with the cracking thunder.

They didn’t care about his grief or the woman he loved whom they’d deemed collateral damage. They demanded blind obedience.

He blinked away the memory of a brunette with smiling eyes. The blonde on the bed was just another job.

And as he unbuttoned his pants, his eyes flickered to the darkened heavens.

He left the sky to weep, for he dared not.


Aug. 12th, 2009 01:50 pm
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Title: Sacrifice
Challenge/Prompt: #14: Fire
Fan Fiction [Dark Angel] - for Colors Change In the Valley Skies
Characters/Pairings: Alec (X5-494), Logan Cale
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own it. I just play with it.
Summary:  He wished there was another way.
Author's Notes: This is part of scene I was struggling with. It may be a bit of a loose interpretation of the prompt.

The change that came over Alec was chilling. His features had hardened, eyes glinting dangerously with barely repressed rage and steely determination, body tense and coiled and ready to strike at the slightest provocation.

Logan had never truly seen a Transgenic demonstrate the full extent of their strength or power, but even these small changes in Alec’s demeanor hinted at things Logan wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He understood the implication of Alec’s statement as surely as if the Transgenic had spelled it out in full.

He would do it.

And quite possibly lose his soul in the process.


Jun. 27th, 2009 02:49 am
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Title: Mask
Challenge/Prompt: Prompt #8: “Wish”
Original Fiction or FanFiction: Original
Characters/Pairings: Arden, Katherine  
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: The words belong to us all but the crafting is mine.
Summary: Good breeding masks true feeling..


She fluttered her lashes, blushing daintily.

Arden regarded his dinner companion warily. Of all the women he could have been paired with, his mother had seen fit to place him beside the only lady he had not yet dismissed. Of course, he could not argue the megrims of fate - or his hopeful, expectant mother - in a room full of their society acquaintances.

God, give me strength, he pleaded silently, steeling himself for another evening of mindless chatter and simpering women whose sole purpose was to marry well and look pretty.

Forcing a smile, Arden took Katherine’s hand and kissed it.


Jun. 12th, 2009 11:34 am
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Title: It
Challenge/Prompt: Prompt #6: “Spirit”
Original Fiction or Fanfiction Original Fiction
Characters/Pairings: It, Annalise, Duke Tarlington
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The words belong to us all but the crafting is mine.
Summary: And one more would fall.
Author's Notes: This one kicked my butt. It refused to play nicely with others. Not my best effort.

It shifted, weaving between minds, keenly observing, biding time until it found a suitable host and imposed its desires upon her unwilling, helpless mind, ‘Cry for him, draw him forth. Bring him to me.’


The Duke’s jaw clenched, his slate-grey eyes flashed thunderously as a shaft of alarm sliced through his thoughts. “Annalise calls to me. The rebels have breached the Keep. They shall die for their treason!”

Snatching up his sword, Tarlington stalked from the castle, abandoning the protections of his ancestors.


Like a sheep to slaughter, he walks to his doom..


And her heart bled for her Duke.


Jun. 11th, 2009 08:09 pm
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Title: Enough
Challenge/Prompt: Prompt #5: “Blue”
Original Fiction or Fanfiction Original Fiction
Characters/Pairings: Wallace, Blue       
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: The words belong to us all but the crafting is mine.
Summary: It was enough.
Author's Notes: I know I'm late with this but I only just had time to come round and post it. This was just a random scene that played in my head the other day.


"Blue? C'mere, boy," Wallace called up to the open loft where the Whippet lay slumbering.

The old hound’s ear twitched but he didn’t budge. The old man smiled.

“Quit pretendin’, you. My toes are cold.”

In a flash, the dog bounded down the stairs and skidded to a halt beside his master’s slipper-clad feet. Gently, he lowered his belly over the man’s outstretched limbs and rested his head on his paws. Blue closed his eyes again and nodded off.

Wallace smiled fondly at his loyal companion. Perhaps the circumstances weren’t ideal but, with Blue by his side, it was enough.


May. 25th, 2009 03:08 pm
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Title: Shift
Challenge/Prompt: “Fall”
Original Fiction or Fanfiction Fan Fiction [Dark Angel]: Walk the Long Road
Characters/Pairings: Max (X5-452), Zack (X5-599)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dark Angel. I just play with it.
Summary: He remembered - and it worried her.
Author's Notes: This is for a fan fiction story (“Walk the Long Road”) that I’ve been playing with off and on over the past year. Originally, the scene (or this portion of) was about 170 words. It was a challenge to cut it down and see if I could still say what I wanted.


"You remember?" she yelped.

"If by remember you mean notice that you're still living the fantasy of a normal life, then yes, I remember."

Max froze. Would he deny everything that had happened now that his memory had returned? She wasn’t sure she could deal with Soldier Zack again. Her feelings had changed and she feared he might crush the faint hope that had taken root within her heart.

"Why are you still in Seattle, Max?"

She shrugged. "It's home."

His eyes narrowed and he growled, “Because of him?"

Max smiled inwardly. Was that jealousy?

She reached for him.

"Not anymore."


May. 8th, 2009 07:30 am
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Title: Weathered
Challenge/Prompt: “Symbol”
Original Fiction
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The words belong to us all, the crafting is mine.
Years have passed and it no longer shines as it did when she first saw it.
Author's Notes: When I saw this prompt I immediately thought of my grandmother. She used to talk about her marriage, the hardships of the early years, the trials and joys of raising a family and the difficulties of illness later in life, but throughout it all, one thing remained constant; her love and devotion for and to my grandfather and the look of reverence and the soft smile she wore whenever she touched her wedding band. This is for her.

Thank you for the wonderful prompt idea.



Years have passed and it no longer shines as it did when she first saw it. She smiles softly in remembrance, caressing the band that has weathered the storms of her life. It is cold to the touch but not the mind or heart. It still makes her smile whenever she sees it, touches it.

Remembers him.

It may now have small scratches, somewhat of a worn surface with a web of tiny imperfections, but the metal is strong, round and continuous and signifies the same love and devotion as it did the day he placed it on her finger.


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