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The 100 fanfic: Heaven Can’t Wait

heavencantwaitThe 100 | [PG-13]
Canon divergent. With the Apocalypse banging at their door, the Arkadians and what’s left of Trikru take refuge in the remains of Alpha Station and hope for the best.

Over 500 souls crammed into a tin can, but there’s only one that has Bellamy wrapped around her little fingers. Written for Camp NaNo: heaven.


Table of Contents

Chapter 1 – Can’t Save Everyone
Chapter 2 – One Live Saved Is One Life Saved
Chapter 3 – Not Alone Anymore
Chapter 4 – Don’t Get Attached
Chapter 5 – Finally Got Something Right
Chapter 6 – A Little Sidetracked
Chapter 7 – I Think She Likes You
Chapter 8 – Baby Whisperer
Chapter 9 – In Too Deep
Chapter 10 – Can We Keep Her?

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Attention to Detail – Chapter 2

Chapter 2

It had been a long time since Church possessed a live person with their required breathing and uncoordinated appendages. He immediately lost his balance and fell into a very well endowed woman standing next to him. Unfortunately, his hands landed on those endowments.

“Hey,” she squealed, getting the attention of her hulking giant of a boyfriend.

Before Church could attempt an apology, a fist was in his face, knocking him flat on his ass.

“Son of a bitch,” he yelled, grabbing his nose.

“Next time, keep your hands to yourself, asshole.” The brute gave him a kick in the side for good measure before the couple stomped off.

Caboose came running over. “Church? Church is that you?”

Church groaned and staggered to his feet. “Yeah, it’s me.” He carefully pulled his hands from his face, expecting a gush of blood, but there was only a trickle from one side. He wiped it away with the back of his hand then squeezed the bridge of his sore nose. Nothing felt broken at least. He had forgotten what this kind of pain felt like.

“Are you okay, Church?”

He finally noticed the worried expression on his friend’s way-too-young-to-be-caught-up-in-this-crap face for the first time. He sniffed until his nose cleared some then patted Caboose’s shoulder. “Yeah, I’m fine. This guy’s going to have some serious shiners in the morning, though. Come on, let’s go find the others.” Read more…

Red vs Blue fic: Attention to Detail

After their last Eleventh Hour Hail Mary mission, Grif had plopped down right among the dying enemy soldiers and said he wasn’t moving until he got some leave. He wouldn’t even budge for Sarge’s shotgun.

“We’ve saved the galaxy enough times. I think we deserve a vacation.”

No one could come up with a logical rebuttal for that so they headed to the nearest resort planet.

OR

Epsilon and the gang take a vacation, and it goes about as well as you’d expect.

rating: R for language 


attention (n): consideration, notice, or observation | detail (n): a part considered or requiring to be considered separately from the whole

Chapter 1

“Blackwater is a neutral planet,” Simmons read from an advertisement as they skimmed over a midnight ocean, heading to the biggest space dock on the southern continent—a tourist hot-spot apparently. He continued to read off a long list of rules and regulations for visiting Blackwater while Church and Caboose watched their clunky approach out a side window.

“Why do you think they call it Blackwater?” Caboose asked, thoughtfully. “Do you think it’s because the water is black? Or do you think the water is black because the planet is called Blackwater?”

“That doesn’t even make sense, dumbass,” Tucker said from Caboose’s other side. “Why would the water change color to black just because the name of the planet has ‘black’ in it?”

Church reached around behind Caboose and smacked Tucker upside the head.

“According to the brochure,” said Wash, strolling over to join them (or maybe just trying to be closer to the emergency exit as they neared the dock), “the water on this planet appears black on the surface because of a mineral in the soil.”

Caboose mulled this over for a moment. “Neat.”

They bumped and bobbled along as Grif struggled to maintain altitude and pitch on his first landing approach. It usually took two or three tries if they didn’t want to crash and burn on impact, but they glided in, only slamming slightly into the docking bay before easily coming to a stop on the first attempt.

“Ha!” Grif shouted from the cockpit. “Nailed it.” Read more…

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

From a Red vs Blue fic I can’t seem to figure out.

I’m sitting in the mess, listening to North explain some nuance of AI theory to Wash who looks like he’d rather take a paintball to his balls than pay attention. South’s screaming at the cafeteria lady about the state of the salad bar, and Florida is stupidly getting involved despite the odds of being stabbed with a fork. At the other end of the table, Maine’s up ten-zip over Wyoming in an arm wrestling competition that has attracted the attention of more than a few people. It’s just your typical lunch affair. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happening here today. Nothing.

Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 30

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Chapter Thirty – Getting Us Nowhere

The freezing rain is like thousands of daggers nicking every inch of exposed skin. He shivers uncontrollably, teeth chattering. Or maybe that’s the adrenaline. Screams fill the valley, mingling with the staccato bursts of gunfire. The tent next to him is burning—acrid smoke stinging his nose and making his eyes water. The flames dance in the night but offer no warmth.

This is wrong.

He struggles to maintain a grip on his rifle in the rain. His finger slips from the trigger. But it’s not raining. Blood covers his rifle. His clothes. The ground. Everything.

So very wrong.

It’s for the greater good, a voice whispers in his head. They would have attacked eventually. We weren’t safe.

He’s not so sure anymore. There’s just so much blood. It rains from the night sky. He stumbles around the bodies and pushes back the flap of a tent to find a man too injured to walk. The man begs. Not for him. For the child cradled in his arms. She clutches a doll, face coated in blood, eyes staring blankly.

Bang. Read more…

Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 29

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Chapter Twenty-Nine – Just Go See Her

Once again, Bellamy finds himself wandering the halls of the station with no idea where to go. The claustrophobia is unsettling. Heaven waves the doll in front of him, pulling him from thoughts of attacks and being trapped. She’s so gentle and… normal. He’s never seen grounder children play with toys. Of course, he hasn’t seen many grounder children at all. It’s like they mysteriously sprout into adults.

He wonders what things will be like for them in the Ark. They won’t need to fight to survive. Or hunt. Starving’s still an option, though. There won’t be any wars if Bellamy has anything to do with it. They could go to school and make friends and just be kids. He looks down at Heaven, mumbling to her doll. It’s what he wants for her. What she deserves.

Logically, his head also understands she deserves those things with a stable home no matter what his heart wants. And as Raven pointed out, he had a tendency to put his life at risk without any thought. That is not a stable home. Read more…

Six Sentences on Sunday

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~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

From an older The 100 fic I was thinking of finishing up. Thirteen-year-old Bellamy and his friends get into all sorts of trouble exploring the Ark one night.

“Initiating pressurization,” a computer voice says.

Kimble’s eyes grow wide. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know?” Bellamy’s voice cracks as he pulls at his hair.

Wil scrambles up to stand next to Bellamy. “It means the airlock is getting ready to open.”

 

The 100 fic: I Wanna Be Your Left-Hand Man

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An accident takes something from Bellamy that he can never get back, but he has Clarke to get him through.
1597 words | [PG]


It hurts. Everywhere. Bellamy’s vision blurs. Sound is muffled by the fog in his head. He tries to roll, but it sends a stab of pain across his chest.

Ribs broken then.

He moans, getting the attention of whoever is with him.

“Don’t try to move.”

“Clarke?” he croaks. “What-”

Her hands press his shoulders down gently, but he’s too weak to fight her anyway. “Just stay calm and don’t move.”

She’s using her stern doctor voice. It’s a step away from her I’m-going-to-shoot-you-in-the-head-if-you-don’t-listen voice. He rests his head back as everything spins.

“You’re doing great,” she says—softly this time. “Real good.”

He’s so confused. “Is that a surprise?”

She blinks at him. “Do you remember what happened?”

He searches his memory for something. Anything. It’s all blank. He shakes his head slightly, sending waves of pain down his neck. “What happened?” Read more…

Red vs Blue fic: Left Behind

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607 words | [PG-13]
Carolina and Tex get left behind after a mission gone wrong.


They never come back from their last mission.

North and South. Maine and Wash. Connie and York.

Just gone.

Now the last search team is missing. Florida and Wyoming went out two days ago. They should have been back by now.

Carolina paces the length of the landing bay, biting her nails—a nervous habit she thought she kicked in high school. The rest of the crew is on edge and give her a wide berth, but she hears them murmuring about it. Them. Her. All of it. She wants to scream at them but bites her tongue.

The door to the landing bay flies open, startling her just as the klaxons start blaring, red lights flashing. Tex looks around, spotting her. “They’re coming in hot,” she shouts. Read more…

That Time of Year Again

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I’m not sure if I’m officially doing Camp this round. I haven’t been feeling the greatest health- and mood-wise so writing was a struggle all through June. I don’t want to put undue pressure on myself then feel guilty when I can’t handle it.

On the other hand, I wasn’t going to participate in April then ended up writing like ten chapters of Heaven Can’t Wait and nearly caught up with edits.

This month, I’d like to also work on finishing/editing some of the stories from April 2017 Camp. But I won’t restrict it to just those stories. There are also the stories from March 2017 when I did a different prompt every day and then all of the stuff I’ve started this year out of boredom. I know there are a bunch that I could pretty easily finish if I put my mind to it.

wignow_mdAnyway, if you are participating in Camp or just want some motivation for your writing, check out 4thewords.com. It’s a fun site where you battle monsters with your words to complete quests. Each monster (like the cute Wignow to the left) has a certain number of words to finish in a time limit (Wignows are 250 words in 30 minutes).

untu27_mdIt’s a lot of fun, but it cost $4/month after the 30-day free trial. But right now is a great time to try it out because we have special events that coincide with NaNo events, and this month is another Untu hunt.

There’s a special zone, monsters that only appear during April and July, and lots of fun quests to get you writing. If you decide to check it out, use this referral code: WVBIY23608. That way we both get c-crystals if you eventually buy a month’s subscription. C-crystals are currency in the game and are used to pay for subscriptions and wardrobe items for your avatar.

Trust me, the site is worth it if you need that little extra to get you writing or something to keep you focused.

Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 28

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Chapter Twenty-Eight – There’s More Going On

When she’s finally done with Harper, Abby wheels her supply cart over to their table. “You two are my last patients.” She grins. “Until the next catastrophe anyway.”

Bellamy laughs, but he feels her stress. It’s always one thing after another on the ground. If they go longer than a week without an emergency, he’s shocked.

Abby turns her smile to Heaven. “Well, don’t you look adorable. I love the hair.” Her fingers skim over Heaven’s head then she pulls back the bangs.

“Oh, here,” Bellamy says, fishing the barrette out of his pocket. He tries to clip back her hair, but Heaven takes it out almost immediately.

Abby goes still, sparking Bellamy’s anxiety. “What? What’s wrong?”

A second later, Abby shakes herself out. “Nothing. Everything’s fine. Just a memory from another time. They sneak up on you sometimes.”

Bellamy doesn’t know what she means, but it’s obvious she doesn’t want to talk about it. His pulse slows now that his heart isn’t leaping into his throat. He needs to get a grip. Read more…

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