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More drabbles written for the ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=3){kind=small}
fictionland challenge. From random fandoms and my own original work.
1. (original) Tucker leaned against the wall, watching Sarah toss clothes into her duffel bag. “I’m leaving,” she said softly.
“Yeah, right,” he said with a snort. She glared at him from over her shoulder and continued to pack. Tucker watched her for awhile. “You’re not serious are you?” Sarah didn’t answer but her favorite faded denim jacket when into the bag followed by her journal. “You are, aren’t you?” he asked, half in shock.
Sarah spun to face him. “What did you expect, Tucker? That I would spend the rest of my life taking crap from you?”
She didn’t give him a chance to counter, pushing past him to leave.
25 years earlier…
The rain beat against Angel’s back as he knelt in the dirty alley staring at the screaming infant in the puddle. He could still feel, still smell Darla’s ashes as they mixed with the pounding rain. Confusion gripped him. The baby screamed. The rain drenched them. He looked up at Fred. Her hair was plastered to her face and she wore an expression he assumed mirrored his own. They wrapped the tiny boy in Angel’s coat.
He’s so small, Angel thought as he cradled his new son. Movement caught his attention and he found himself staring down Holtz, a cross-bow pointed at his heart. He swallowed hard, his breaths coming faster. Next to him Fred shivered. The look of confusion replaced with fear.
Angel was lost. If he tried to flee surely Holtz would put an arrow through his chest and if he stayed to fight the tiny baby was at risk. Fred could do little to protect him and they could all end up dead. Panic set in. A panic unlike any he had ever felt before. He held on to the wiggling body in his arms as if his own life depended on it. Holtz’s demons blocked the alley in both directions, leaving Angel with little choice.
And then…then Holtz lowered his weapon. Angel stared at him through the driving rain trying to rationalize, to understand what his enemy was thinking. More confusion mixed with the fear and panic and he gripped the baby tighter. There would be no easy fight after this moment, he thought. From now on he had to consider his son in every scenario. But, he realized, there would be no fight this time. Holtz was letting them go. For what reason Angel didn’t know, nor did he care to ponder it.
He and Fred hurried by Holtz and climbed into the waiting car at the end of the alley. The car was silent the entire ride back to the hotel. Fred shivered in her seat. Angel tried not to drip on the baby. Cordelia opened her mouth to say something a few times but changed her mind after a look from Wesley. Everyone stared at Angel but he barely noticed. He was still racked with an overwhelming panic.
What was he supposed to do with a baby? He wasn’t good with adult people, let alone little babies. His own father wasn’t exactly the best role model. I won’t be like that, he promised himself. Oh, and there was the whole vampire thing. Angel felt completely lost and yet, at the same time, things seemed perfectly fine…normal even. The baby felt perfect in his arms, as if he had always belonged there. Angel already memorized his scent and smoothness of his skin and the tone of his cry.
Together they drove in silence save for the whimpering of the baby in Angel’s arms and the breathing of six living bodies in the car and the one un-living that still forced the air in and out for no other reason then he could.
This is an Angel the Series fanfiction set after the episode “Lullaby” (when Connor was born) but following it’s own alternate story line.
The last rays of the evening sun tickled the tops of the buildings, glistening against walls of glass and steel. Pink and fiery orange tendrils reached out across the horizon, pleading to stay one more moment in the day, only to be taken over by the cool purple night. Behind him a few stray stars fought against the city lights for dominance in the sky and the moon played peek-a-boo through the wispy clouds.
Angel took a deep breath, letting the cooling night air caress his lungs. He often reflected on how he was more aware now that he didn’t need them of the mechanics and pleasure of breathing. He held the breath in long, feeling his useless lungs expand and fill his chest. There was no reason to exhale, no burning sensation as your body screamed for fresh air. Angel wasn’t even sure if he remembered the feeling. And still he went through the motions…in and out the air went for no other reason than habit.
The door to the roof creaked opened and he let the air out of his lungs softly. He could tell by the footsteps across the worn tar and gravel who it was. He didn’t turn until he felt her hand on his arm. She looked beautiful and so young, Angel thought. Her long brown hair was pulled up with curls spilling out from the clip. She was already in her dress, long and pure white. Angel felt an overwhelming urge to hide her away, to protect her from the world well up in him. She was too young for this, the thought, and then reminded himself that she was 22 and old enough to make her own decisions.
Slowly he let a smile play across his lips. She squeezed his arm tighter.
“Come on, Dad, we’re going to be late,” she said sweetly, using the look her mother had taught her. Pride welled in Angel. He followed her down the stairs of the hotel watching her maneuver gracefully in heels while carefully holding her dress above tripping level. Grace…something else she gets from her mother, he thought.
Outside two limousines waited. Angel took one last look at his hotel before climbing in the the first one with his daughter. The inside was empty.
“Where is everyone?” He glanced over his shoulder at the other car following.
“I thought we could take the last ride together.”
Angel glanced at her. “Oh.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Angel said with a smirk, “but won’t your mother be mad she wasn’t here for the ‘last ride’?”
She smiled, showing a row of perfect teeth. “It was Mom’s idea.”
She wrapped her hands around his arm and Angel settled back in the leather seat, feeling at ease for the first time that day. Things had been crazy the last week and now his little girl was getting married. He took another deep, unneeded breath and wondered how he had gotten to this point.
It’s officially day 4 for me. I did finally throw together 1668 words on Saturday (day 1) but didn’t get to write anything on Sunday. So when I sat down tonight I was about to be two days behind (as usual).
As much as I want to write “the story” I just can’t make myself. I gave up forcing it and decided to go with a fanfiction I’ve had in my head for awhile. My best nano year (2005–my first year) I wrote a fanfiction.
So after writing for a few hours tonight I’m up to 4400 words. I need just 600 more to make quota for yesterday but I’m too tired to keep writing. I have to but up in like 5 1/2 hours with the kids.
I realize I haven’t been doing one. There’s no real reason. Mostly it’s because I haven’t been doing a lot of scrapping the past few weeks. I think I’ve done 4 pages since the beginning of the month (all on one day last week). I have a finite amount of finished pages and if I keep putting one up every day I’ll run out in a few weeks.
So, now I just put one up when I feel like it, lol.
Also (thanks to my ADD) I’ve had to switch gears to a new hobby so I don’t get bored with scrapping. I’ve been playing the Sims 2 a little more this week. I just got the new EP–Apartment Life and had fun building a crazy apartment complex where the apartments are all odd sizes and shapes and overlap each (in every direction).
I finished watching all the Angel episodes last week and picked up watching Buffy again. When I stopped before I was just starting season 4. Now I’m in the middle of season 5. So I’ve been doing that a lot more. I’ve only seen most of the episodes once.
And, of course, the kids are back to school now. That means I’m a little more busy. I’m up at 6:30am every morning. I have to help my 5yo get dressed (she can’t put her uniform on without help), I have to get my 2yo changed and dressed because my husband is also back to work and that means Nora (the 2yo) has to walk with us in the morning.
Because of all the changes I started a new routine for us (I think I mentioned that before) and now I take Nora and we go for a walk after we drop the older kids off. Then we come home, have a snack, and then I clean something until lunch and then find something else to clean after lunch.
It’s working pretty well. On Monday I was just super busy with the kids and school so no cleaning (I had to walk to and from the school 3 times that day then we walked to the store–all by lunch time. On Tuesday I took Nora for a walk then we visited with a friend until lunch. Then I cleaned the living room and mopped before school got out. On Wednesday my husband had off (he worked one whole day and then had 2 days off, lol) so I left Nora and went for a quick walk to the store just to get a Dr. Pepper (major craving) then at 9:30 I started cleaning the kids’ room. I stopped for 15 minutes at lunch time and then went back to work. It took me until almost 1:30pm to get it all cleaned and straightened up. Then, of course, my son wet his bed that night so now his stuffed animals and sheets are on the floor (waiting for the matress to dry).
I’ve done like 6 loads of laundry in the last week. Normally I do the kids’ laundry on Sunday and me and hubby’s whenever the basket gets full (usually every other week). I’ve already washed the kids clothes twice, the baby’s clothes, my clothes and 2 loads of towels/bedding.
Yesterday I took the day off. My knees are killing me from all the walking and going up and down the stairs and my legs are just sore. It’s a good feeling kind of sore but it still hurts to move so I figured I deserved a break after all the cleaning I did on Wed. Instead I played the Sims 2 and watched Buffy and just did nothing. Well, I did a couple loads of laundry, a load of dishes and cooked dinner.
No rest for the wicked, right?
Today (if it doesn’t rain) I’m going to take Nora for a quick walk then to the park to kill time until the library opens at 9am. Then we’re going to the library for a bit (she’s never been and I’ve never been to this particular branch so it should be fun). Then we’ll go home, have a snack and I’ll probably clean her room. She decided to redecorate with black crayon all over. Hopefully I can get most of it off. Then we’ll have lunch and I’ll clean up the dining room.
Or maybe I’ll skip that and do the kitchen. It needs the most work and tomorrow is our annual block party and my friend and her kids are coming over to celebrate with us which means people are going to be in my house and it is a mess (well, certain rooms are).
And, since you got this far, here’s a random scrapbook page:
I did this one early in my scrapping career with Microsoft Picture It. I really like this picture even though it is blurry. Good memories.
Yeah, so I haven’t done much scrapbooking, writing or much of anything else lately. I stuck in an Angel DVD the other day and next thing I know I’ve watched 7 1/2 DVDs (that’s like 25+ episodes). Joss just has a way of sucking me into his shows.
I started watching from the middle of season 2 and right now I’m in the middle of season 3. I just watched “Waiting in the Wings” last night. One of my all time favorite episodes simply because of all the Angel/Cordy stuff. I guess I’m a hopeless romantic but I get all giddy and then teary eyed watching Angel deal with the fact that he’s falling in love with Cordy, who happens to be his best friend.
Now that I’ve seen all the episodes, though, it is all so bittersweet, knowing they will never be together…ever.
I once had this little “dream”. When I say dream I mean more like a little story/movie that I made up in my head (I’m usually totally awake for these things).
Anyway I had this dream that veered drastically from canon. In my version of events, Groo never showed up after WitW and Angel and Cordy kept with their…whatever it was relationship. Connor is never abducted by Holtz (although there was some of the stuff with Wes taking him). Cordy and Angel end up getting pretty close but he’s always too afraid of going any further because of the curse. Cordy takes on the roll of “mom” to Connor who eventually grows into a toddler.
At some point Buffy and the gang from Sunnydale show up needing Angel’s help. A huge conflict errupts between Angel/Spike and Buffy/Cordy over past feelings, etc, but in the end Angel has to admit to himself and Cordy that he’s in love with her but before that ever really happens all hell breaks loose and Angelus is freed. It takes everyone to reign him in but they are too late to save one member of the team…Cordy. She’s been turned into a vampire just because Angelus is pissed she could have such an effect on him.
But before Cordy can do much damage she is captured by her friends along with Angelus and Willow uses her mojo to no only ensoul both of them but she is able to change the curse so that it is no longer a curse…meaning they are free to love and be as happy as they want to be.
Angel is eternally grateful but feeling utter guilt over more crap that Angelus did. Cordy, though, is pissed beyond belief at Angel and because she was able to kill just one human is not dealing with being a vampire well. She doesn’t leave, though, because she wants to stay for Connor and Fred’s new baby (with Gunn). But her and Angel are pushed apart by circumstances and it is years before they reconcile, not for lack of trying on Angel’s part, though.
It was an interesting story idea. My stories though tend to be kind of fluid, meaning that there are never solid beginning and endings and I am always coming up with alternatives or changing things to the point where I can’t tell where one story began and ended.
I know at some point I added another part to the story that changed a few things around. It had Cordy getting ready to marry some guy. She is in love with Angel but won’t admit it or won’t let her feel those things because he’s Angel, her best friend. Angel’s totally in love with her but wants her to be happy and, as usual, sacrafices his own feelings.
But something happens (it’s been awhile so I don’t remember the details) and Cordy and Angel end up in a fight to where she changes the wedding plans so they are during the day, meaning Angel can’t come. It just about breaks his heart and he retreats into himself.
Cordy leaves town with her new husband, still pissed at Angel until she reappears a few years later with a baby and no husband. She doesn’t want to talk about but needs a place to stay and Angel obliges.
The story kind of then melds into the one I talked about before except it is a couple years later, Connor is a preschooler, stuff that happened at the end of Buffy…just didn’t happen mostly because I hadn’t seen the end of Buffy yet to know what was going on and Angel is still in love with her. Then it picks up with the Buffy et al. showing up and all hell breaking loose.
It was a little different but had the same end result of Cordy being a vampire with a soul and no curse but pissed at Angel, again. Evnetually they work things out and have a really bizarre vampire wedding attended by all manor of people and their 2 human children. What a world, lol.
Maybe I’ll write a version of it some day.
In the mean time here’s a few icons I made for my LiveJournal (they’re mostly from “You’re Welcome”)
Joss Whedon is the man and I’m a big dork, I know. This is my collection of Joss work…a little of everything. I knit the hat myself. The kids love it and wore it as much as I did and pulled the yarn ball off of the top. I made a 2nd one but never put the ear flaps on and I used that all winter. I still have requests to fill from all 4 of my kids.
It isn’t a big a collection but it is growing.
Ordered it Tuesday afternoon, it came Friday morning
My youngest daughter wearing the Jayne hat (I had to fight her to get it back)
