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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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THE MEANS

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.

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.

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.

Title: Weathered
Challenge/Prompt: “Symbol”
Original Fiction
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The words belong to us all, the crafting is mine.
Summary: 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.

Weathered

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.