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Original fic: (The Story) Monkey Bar Memories

Monkey Bar Memories
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
“The Story”
Sarah/Tucker
783 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

Sarah Logan has wandered back into Tucker’s life after fifteen years. He has lots of regrets and lots to make up for and he plans to do.


Tucker was twelve years old again, holding the chain-link up so Sarah Logan could slip under. He was sitting at the top of the monkey bars in the Speed Street Drive-In playground. He had kissed Sarah that night, the screen blazing behind them. He hadn’t planned it. He just looked over and the way the movie danced in her eyes, her cheeks red from the cold, the stars a fitting backdrop for her celestial presence had been too much.
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Original fic: Break My Bones

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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Original fic: The Mystery of Women

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.

Original fic: With Or Without You

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

More drabbles written for the [info]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.

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Original fic: Chances Are Easily Lost (the story)

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

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Original fic: Camp Out (the story)

This was started as a response to challenge #13 at [info]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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