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Okay, my last original fic to post today. I wrote these last week but haven’t had time to type them up or post them (hence why I extended the drabble challenge). This one takes place when Sarah and Tucker are kids. Tucker really was a jerk. I swear he changes later on. The prompt was sticks and stones at writerverse.
Break My Bones
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
original
Sarah/Tucker
488 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS:
Sticks and stones may break your bones but names will never hurt you…unless you let them. Sarah has to deal with Tucker and his idiot friends.
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Sarah drowns out the words. She tells herself they hold no meaning—no power—unless she gives it to them. That’s what her Gram always says. She’s not sure she entirely believes that as she grits her teeth against the onslaught.
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Another Sarah story. This one takes place years after Not Supposed To Be. Another writerverse drabble entry for the prompt: like in the movies.
Damn Hollywood
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
original
Sarah
177 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: reference to domestic abuse
Sarah has chosen her life but it’s nothing like she remembers from the movies of her childhood. It’s a hard lesson to learn.
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Sarah blames Hollywood for her current predicament. They’re the ones that set her up for this eventual downfall. Her failure. All those movies selling the “American Dream.” Whatever that is. Two-point-three kids? A dog? White picket fence in the suburbs? Who knows any more.
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I wrote these two stories back to back from prompts for my weekly drabble challenge at writerverse. These two go together and are one of the plotlines I have for Sarah and Tucker. One of the many I can’t decide between, lol.
Keeping Secrets
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
original
Sarah
232 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:
Secrets sometimes are too much to keep, especially the kind that change your entire life. And the lives of others.
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It’s going to kill her—the weight of it on her chest is just too much. It presses down, forcing the air form her lungs, squeezing until she feels the bile rise.
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The Mystery of Women
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
original
Sarah/Tucker
191 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:
Companion piece to With Or Without You. Tucker tries to figure out exactly what Sarah wants. And what he wants. Written for the prompt: mystery at writerverse.
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Women are a mystery to him—beings beyond comprehension. And at the top of that list is Sarah Logan. If he ever figures out exactly what she wants it’ll be a miracle.
Tucker watches her from his spot on the dance floor. She’s downing another shot of Tequila and glaring at the floor. He currently has Leslie Basico wrapped uncomfortably around him. Leslie calls it dancing. His mother would have called it shameful.
He wonders briefly if maybe that has anything to do with Logan’s poor mood. Immediately he shoves the thought aside, his own anger rising. He can dance with whomever he wants. It’s none of Logan’s business.
“I hate you!”
The words rattle around in his brain. Over and over. He hasn’t really been able to get them out since that day. Not even Leslie’s tongue licking its way up the side of his neck can distract him. His eyes drift back to Logan’s table but she’s gone. He feels an ache in the pit of his stomach and he wonders if this is becoming a problem—the fact that he’s almost sure he’s going to follow her out.
With Or Without You
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
original
Sarah/Tucker
154 words
rating: R
WARNINGS: language
Sarah and Tucker rarely get along and just once Sarah wishes he would just leave her alone. But is that really what she wants? Written for the weekly drabble challenge at writerverse. Prompt: with/without
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“I hate you!”
The words echoed in Sarah’s memory. She was so tired of Tucker’s bullshit.
“Just leave me alone.”
The words had spilled from her lips without thinking, her fury fueling the verbal assault.
“Forever.”
Tucker had stared—face red, jaw set, eyes blazing with his own barely contained anger—before turning on his heels and exiting. Without another word.
Sarah stared into her drink, her brow knit in confused frustration. Across the party, Tucker danced (a little too close to be appropriate in public) with Leslie Basico. Whore, Sarah thought, a wave of unwanted jealousy surging through her.
Anger flared again. At Tucker for being such an ass all the time. At Leslie Basico for being so fucking pretty. At herself for caring so much what (and who) Matthew Tucker was doing.
All she had wanted was for him to leave her alone. So why was she missing him so damned much?
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.
Something completely different for me. In memory of my mom who passed away 11 years ago tomorrow (August 19).
After Life
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
original
Jean, Laney
569 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS: talk of death and the afterlife
What happens when we die? Jean was pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to be like this but her family will help her to find her understanding of it all. Dedicated to my mom, Glenna Jean, who left this life too early on August 19, 2000, at the tender age of 51. I hope she’s found some peace in the afterlife. Written for challenge #28 at fictionland.
don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.
This isn’t how she imagined the afterlife to be. Or maybe it’s because this is really hell and no one is telling her. She never believed in a literal hell. Except for child molesters and rapists. Maybe people who talk at the movies. No, hell, wasn’t a tangible thing to her. Heaven… she always thought that was whatever you wanted it to be.
This was not her idea of heaven.
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This is part of my Tucker/Sarah original work although it’s the first one from Tucker’s POV. These are being written in the style of fanfic as little snippets that may or may not be “canon” in the future. It’s kind of how I look at it. It’s fanfic in reverse. Some day I might use these ficlets to piece together a novel. Some might make it in, some might just be back story, some might contradict each other and others may just be tossed to the side. We’ll see.
Chances Are Easily Lost
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
original
Tucker
312 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:
Tucker gets some unfortunate mail and realizes that feelings die hard and chances are easily lost.
don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.
Tucker stares at the card in his hand—some kind of fancy parchment with foil writing stamped on it. His stomach has twisted up into a painful knot that he doesn’t think will ever go away.
You are cordially
invited to the wedding of
Mr. David Dawson
and
Ms. Sarah Logan
on
the Twelfth of September
Two Thousand and Nine
at
Two o’clock in the afternoon
invited to the wedding of
Mr. David Dawson
and
Ms. Sarah Logan
on
the Twelfth of September
Two Thousand and Nine
at
Two o’clock in the afternoon
This was started as a response to challenge #13 at fictionland . We just had to write for 10 minutes and post what we wrote. Pretty simple. At the time my oldest daughter, Meagan, was having a camp out in our backyard with her sister and two friends (4 kids in our HUGE 10 person tent… it fits 3 queen sized mattress with room to move around, lol). This came easily after spending 30 minutes putting the tent together. At least it’s getting some use, I guess (the kids have slept out there almost every night since then).
Camp Out
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
original
Sarah/Tucker
1056 words
rating: G
WARNINGS:
Sarah and Tucker spend the night camping out in the backyard.
don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.
Metal and fiberglass poles snap into place with a quiet clinking then whisper through their sleeves. Sarah giggles from her spot on the lawn chair as she reaches high over her head.
“Hold it steady,” Tucker grumbles. He’s outside trying to get the poles to slip into their slots. It’s not as easy as it looks. Or so he tells Sarah.
Sarah has never camped for real. Her parents didn’t have time for those kinds of adventures. The closest she ever came to a tent before Tucker was stringing her blankets and sheets over all the furniture in the living room. Her mother made her take it down when she saw it. Said it was messy. But their summer weekend ritual is enough for her now.
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Written for challenge #10 at fictionland with the prompt of sprouting seed. What an odd story prompt, lol. I didn’t intend to do anything literal and couldn’t think of a Stargate plot that I could work in sprouting seeds without sounding utterly cheesy then this popped into my head…
I’ve been trying to split my fictionland challenges between fanfic and my original story. The original stories are all little snippets revolving around a few characters I made up years ago but have yet been unable to write a full story for (argh! ending in a preposition!). The two main characters are Sarah Logan and Matthew “Tucker” (or Matty as he’s called when he’s little). The snippets are all over the place. Some, like this one, take place when Sarah was little. Others take place when she’s an adult, some when she’s a teen, some in the future, lol. I really don’t know. I don’t expect people to read them but it seem to help me get any idea of the characters if I write them out like I do my short fanfic. Maybe some day I’ll actually put the snippets together and have a full story.
Planting Love
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
original
Sarah, Gram
356 words
rating: G
WARNINGS:
Sarah’s parents have never really made her feel safe and secure but when they move in with Gram things start to change for the little five year old.
don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.
Sarah doesn’t think she knew true love until she moved in with her grandmother at the age of five.
“Look dear,” Gram says, pulling little Sarah close to the ground. “See the sprouts?”
Sarah bends close and Gram uses her gnarled fingers to flick away rocks and other debris.
“See the tiny plant trying to break free?”
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