How to lose your mind 101

Rvb Slash: Who Can Dream Forever

2009-12-07T06:00:35Z

Title: Who Can Dream Forever
Fandom: Red vs. Blue
Pairing: A small hint of Washington/Caboose and of other things as well.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Caboose's first crush...ssh, don't tell him.
Summary: It's not as worse as a train wreck, slightly horrible (because I'm the writer and I am horrible at suspense). Caboose tells Donut a weird story. Set somewhere in Eps.4 of Recreation.

Caboose x Wash

RvB Slash: Rooks

2009-12-07T05:27:34Z

Title: Rooks
Fandom: Red vs. Blue
Pairing: Church/Grif, Church/Tucker & maybe Church/Simmons
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language.
Summary: Grif develops a fixation on the enemy whilst he tries to deny his growing infatuation with his comrade.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Grave(y) indeed

2009-01-11T05:51:41Z

I am typing this from my psp and if you come across this journal and IF you happened to like any of my writings. Well they have been put on an extended hold. My computer got a virus in it, I am not sure IF I can remove it - my pc skillz are so mediocre. If not (~~provided I don't break it in the process~~), I'll send it to a professional to get it fix. Until then, kudos.

Whispers in the Dark: Prologue

2008-12-14T04:45:17Z

Title: Whispers in the Dark
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language (lots of cursing.) Confused/Contradictory Church XD
Pairing: Washington/Church
Summary: It has been established that Church is the Alpha and will be deprogrammed due to security/safety concerns.
Disclaimer: I do not anything. The characters in this story, respectively, belongs to Roosterteeth.
AN: I thought, I wrote and I posted XD.

Prolouge Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

n3l0_yz @ 2008-12-10T17:20:00

2008-12-11T00:22:13Z

RANT

2008-11-23T19:05:28Z

Here is a rant in my non-journal Fiction only journal:

Twilight is/was boring - movie = total yawn. I never liked Robert Pattinson? He made all the movies he shown in boring. The Ring of Nibelung could have been even greater, again, if he wasn't part of the cast....a main character to boot.
His portrayal of Cedric in HP = wtf, are you gay? Again, it was a total drag. But when Tom Felton instantly shown, albeit 3.5 secs in every movie, I perked up.
I admit, I should have finished the book and not the first chapter, or the last five pages of the book = total yawning again. But, it's really a piece of literary crap.
I think Ellen Page or Mary Winstead should have been Bella and Tom Felton as Edward or someone with experience! If it had better actors, I might be incline to watch...five minutes of the movie (maybe).

AF/HP Slash FIC X-OVER: Locked Within The Crystal Ball

2008-11-06T08:50:46Z

Fandom: Artemis Fowl, Harry Potter
Title: Locked Within The Crystal Ball
Warning: Slash in later chapters.
Author: n3l0_yz
Rating: PG
Pairing: Artemis Fowl/Draco Malfoy in later chapters - other than that, no pairings.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. The characters in this story, respectively, belongs to Eoin Colfer and J.K Rowling. I am merely borrowing them for my pursuit of happiness
Summary: Lucius Malfoy makes a deal with a muggle businessman and Artemis catches a wind of it and accidentally causes problems for the Malfoy's.
Author's Note: I was bored. I haven't read Artemis Fowl or Harry Potter in eons, so there might be some mistakes in this chapter and the next few. Other then that enjoy. Criticism is always welcome.

Artemis Fowl's Diary (encrypted)

After my strenuous adventure with Holly in the Lost Colony - I came upon a dusty tome in the LEP headquarters while I waited to be summoned to questioning and I came upon the Ankh of Ra and it’s companion, Osiris’s Shen - that once combined, could grant one wish, whether it may be life or death.

Unfortunately, the fairies didn’t document much about the orbs, other then the fact that the two were the size of oranges with Egyptian and Irish symbols on opposite spheres. It was supposedly lost….until now. I followed any information about crystal balls and I happened to get a lucky break one fine afternoon in London.

Behind me was a blonde man seated some feet away, but with Foaly’s technology - I was able to catalog what he and his companion were discussing; a Muslim man of average height.

Father and Mother must not know of this. The following morning, the dark-skinned man will head back to Egypt and once he acquires the item, he will have a week or more to travel across the Sahara to reach the western coast of Africa. I intend to meet him there.

                                                               >.<

The sweltering heat in the Sahara tested the limits of the human body and its condition to adapt to the unbearable heat. The most prominent attribute of the desert, was getting humans to sweat in excess and from there, Darwinism was put to the test.

In morning, the raging inferno begin to ascent closer to high noon as the desert glowed bright yellow making the sandy dunes and baked trails glare like diamonds that would blind anyone without protection.

On the other hand, Sadii the camel continued at a leisurely pace unaffected by the rising sun and ignorant of the fact that his rider was in a great hurry to get to the port of Cape Bojador.

He should feel guilty, he really should. But he was already close to the end of his route and his betrayal was absolute.

The Englishman, Lucius Malfoy promised him a new life then the pathetic one he already led. If he can get all the way London – then he was a rich man and the life of a thief would be behind him.

Maybe a few years, when Cairo or Alexandria wasn't such a hot spot for his head – he'll come back for a few days in search of a bride or he could hire someone to search a bride for him. A beautiful girl with doe eyes.

One from a traditional family so when he took her to the states, or India, maybe Europe, she wouldn't try to mingle with the dominant society. Gods only knows what would happen to her if he went to the states with a sweet impressionable bride.

                                                               >.<

“Please have a seat Butler.” Artemis said in his clear legato voice as he took a sip of his tea. “Our target has yet to arrive.”

“Of course Master Artemis.” Butler nonchalantly replied as he took a seat beside his young charge.

“Do not vex about those common thieves.” Artemis said, the glare of the sun glinted sharply at the edge of his sunglass – nearly blinding anyone that got close enough to bother, “We're nearly at the end of spring, no criminals that we dealt with are going to be coming here as a vacation.”

“Sir, I learned to never doubt the enemy in my past experiences.”

“Have I ever been wrong before?”

The tone was said playfully, but to anyone who knew Artemis as well as Butler, knew the underlying challenge.

“You have a point sir.”

“This brings back memories does it not?” Artemis reminiscently asked as he took another sip of his beverage, “Of course then, it was Cairo and not Cape Bojador.”

“Yes it does. Thankfully, it doesn't involve fairies.” Butler grumbled, glad that part of his life was a closed book and now it was onto a new adventure, of the mortal kind.

“Don't be so sure about that.” Artemis smirked as he glanced sideways as Butler susceptibility blanched.

“Don't worry Butler, I doubt you're going to die anytime soon.”

Butler hesitantly shifted in nervousness as he tried to ignore the sensation of dread traveling down his spine. Master Artemis's smirk did nothing to dissuade his fears. Maybe he should have retired sooner.

“Ah, there's our friend Butler.” Artemis said as Butler turned as well, to see a fully covered man in a dark brown robe and loose turban that hid half his face but left his eyes open for navigation purposes.

Artemis's eyes were focused on the man-made bag hanging just above the Egyptian's foot and not nearly off the saddle indicating its hidden value to any thief within vicinity.

Artemis casually leaned forward, resting his head on one arm whilst his thumb caressed his chin and his fingers curled into a question mark. Behind his hand was a chilling smile that hid his intention.

“We'll make the switch tonight.”

                                                               >.<

As twilight came, Butler remained astute as he followed the heavily garbed man with a small orb in his left chest pocket waiting for an opportunity where the man would let his guard down.

Artemis trailed softly behind him as they skulk through the shadows following the man through darken alleyways and finally to a small abode, the house was lit forcing them to find cover in the shadows; watching.

Artemis used a binocular with x-ray vision, outlining the target as a moving heat blob before handing it to Butler.
“Our subject is in the last room.”

Butler nodded as they quickly stole across the street and hid behind barrels that was haphazardly placed in the open alley way.

They heard the man scurrying around through the open window and Butler took the binoculars and activated it. He instantly smirked as the man put the bag near his pillow.

“He's going asleep.” Butler whispered and Artemis gave a slight nod. “Well give it a couple of minutes before we act.

                             >.<

It was nearly twenty minutes later when the man finally fell asleep and Butler indicated a nod to the open window with a ragged cloth as a curtain and Artemis lip curled in disdain.

“No.” The boy coldly said, but it was the spoiled brat beneath all that layer of human flesh.

“You're small enough to fit through the window.” Butler harshly reminded him.

Artemis, disgustingly glanced back at the open window where the drape moved in the slight breeze and calculated the odds of the man waking.

“Fine.” Artemis murmured before he turned back towards his bodyguard. “The sedative ready?”

Butler held up a capped syringe, and Artemis silently took it as he slouched towards the window.

He turned back to Butler whom had the binocular pointed at their target and he nodded for Artemis to proceed.

Artemis slowly stood up and moved the crusty-drapes aside as he placed a pair of night vision goggles on and slowly lifted himself over the five foot rise and silently landed inside the interior.

He quickly scanned the area and noticed another door-length curtain blocking off the room from the rest of the household.

“Remember, sedate him first.” Butler whispered behind Artemis, his head coming in half way through the window.

Artemis returned a silent glare, even though Butler couldn't see him. He was not an idiot.

Artemis kneeled over the man, whom was laying on his side with his hands tuck underneath his head.
Great, how was he suppose to find a vein – never mind.

Artemis smirked as he injected the syringe into the man's expose vein in his neck. It shouldn't kill him, but he would be knocked out a couple of hours.

By the time he woke, Artemis would be home and unlocking the secret of the stolen item.

Artemis inwardly berated himself, now is not the time to get ahead of himself.

He waited for a full minute as the sedative entered the man's bloodstream before silently nudging him with a foot, only making the limb limply slide a few inches on the dirt floor.

Artemis quickly assessed the room and found the worn bag before slowly making his way towards it.

He moved the flap aside and rummaged around for a few seconds before his hand touched a small hard wooden box.

It was four inches thick in width and length his subconscious noted as he slowly opened it and the artifact glittered at him like a diamond.
Just as he guessed, it wasn't bigger then an orange, in fact they were the same size.

Artemis held it to eye-level as he removed the fake crystal-ball and placed it in the wooden box before, carefully depositing the rare item in his jacket pocket and exiting just as silently as he entered.

“Shall we depart for home now, Butler?”

Artemis casually whispered as he straightened and dusted his jacket off from invisible dust.

                                                               >.<

Lucius snarled at the cowering man as he snapped the wooden box shut.

“Do you think that I am stupid.”

“N-no sir..”

“Then what is this?” Lucius held the orange size globe in the palm of his gloved hand.

“I swear to you that this was not what I had yesterday.” Hemet pleaded as he cowered on the knees before the menacing man.

“I don’t care what it looked like before today, I want be made a fool of Azul.” Lucius harshly whispered as he whipped his wand out and a flash of green light lit the abandoned warehouse for a nanosecond before it was quiet and the only thing that could be heard was a crack that sounded like a whip.

TBC

Untitled House/Chase Slash Fic

2008-11-06T06:44:24Z

Fandom: House, M.D
Title: Untitled (for now)
Warning: Slash in later chapters.
Author: n3l0_yz
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. The characters in this story, respectively, belongs to Fox, David Shore and Bryan Singer - I am broke.
Pairing: Rowan/OFC, pre Greg House/ Robert Chase
Summary: Story derived from Hannahcarrietta's Past and Present Universe of House/Chase. I don't have a summary for this yet. But, it will be H/C in later chapters. The meeting of Rowan Chase and wife, Collete.
Author's Note: This is an entire idea that is based off of Hannah Carrieta's own House/Chase fiction which involves mpreg. The only similarities would be Chase getting pregnant and I will be posting out warning's.
Here is a link to Hannahcarrietta's Past and Present Universe. I will NOT accept flames, but I will accept constructive criticism. They're some errors, so heads up. I'm still trying to get the kinks out of it.

The bed felt like a flower mound as she was laid gently down; sprawling beautifully as she leaned on her elbows, her dress still tightly clasped to her body.

The boat gently rocked with the silent waves, with the moonlight filtering through the window - giving light to an already glowing room of gasoline lamps placed securely in all corners of the room.

He slowly moved above her, ignoring the sound of the waves as it hit the yacht from the outside. He slowly tilted her chin to his dry lips. God, she tasted like the flower she was.

The kiss was slow, languorously slow, like whole notes in a symphonic melody - being dragged into a crescendo until slowly fading back to a duet of melodic harmony of wood winds.

She clasped his neck gently, her right hand roving wildly into his ocean breezed hair; clasping tightly as he sucked on her tongue in the imitation of a ballet dance, soothing, gently until she was panting and moaning her pleasure.

He was the only audience as they played a love song that only two connecting souls could. He slowly removed his jacket to his black tux whilst she gently explored his clothed chest, making his nipple hard.

They came from different worlds spanned across the universe only to unite at one point in a time, a paradox in only in this space, this third dimension where linear thoughts didn’t plagued his mind like the guilt ridden feelings he had when someone he knew, albeit briefly, died.

Her world he lived, he thought as he caressed her unbuttoned back where pale flesh was displayed to the soft glow of the lamps - from the dancing shadows to the port window and the lush waves of the night, and to the moon that presented itself as a silent voyeur and to the stars that resembled her glittering eyes filled with adoration, love, lust.

She helped him remove his dress shirt, eggshell white, to bare his shoulders and briefly remembered her comparing them to a gladiator. He laughed at her, she couldn’t be further from the truth.

“My god, you’re so beautiful.” He huskily whispered as he gently laid her down on their bed. Together, they would explore a new world.

Dear Diary,

Today in Athens, I met this peculiar gentleman with a crooked smile and stormy eyes. He wasn’t like most men that accustomed themselves to sprawl on the coast in their bathing suits. In fact, he was clearly interested in something other then his female companions for he forlornly looked out to sea and had this whimsical air about him; for a moment I thought him a statue for he neither moved nor blink.

Of course, before I could catch his eye, mother interrupted me as usual about tonight’s dinner with Mr. Connelly. According to his background, he is a business investor and his investment seems to pay off, otherwise father wouldn’t consider him a match for his darling daughter. It really angers me that my parents are still a believer of a slow dying tradition. I want to find love on my own like my friend Marlene; she met a dashing American while vacationing in London.

1975, Collete

1979 - Present

Before the sun rose over the coast, the phone was ringing off the hook and Collete tried everything to smother it for the past five minutes - stopping short of getting out of bed before it died out again.

She inwardly thanked god for granting a brief reprieve as she shifted on her pillow due to the ache in her back that seemed to worsen during the week.

She leaned against the oval headboard for a comforting angle to gaze at the moon's soft reflection that parted for the sliver of sun rays; colliding with the lingering darkness, painting the ocean in a soft fiery color of light and darkness – dusk and dawn.

The seconds ticked away as she shifted and reminiscent of her past. She couldn’t go back to sleep even if she wanted to, due to the frustration her pregnancy was causing her and not to mention, it made her feel like a cow.

By gods, she was an active woman with a high metabolism that was rare for females of her caliber and the pregnancy was killing her, maybe not exactly killing her - just beating her in the odds of activism. Seems like the baby enjoyed being in her womb much more then she.

At the thought of her child, she gently massaged the bulge on her body and wondered if the baby could feel her as she felt him or her. She wanted to be surprised, but Rowan was more insistent on finding out beforehand so he wouldn’t be blindsided.

Collete wanted it to be special because she believed that naming her unborn child would be a taboo of sorts; what if the name didn’t go with her newborn child?

Still, she couldn’t believe it - that she was able to get pregnant and enjoy it, not that she was shallow, she just thought it would be sometime before she did get pregnant, but it didn’t matter now. God had his hand in this and he chose her eight months ago was the right time to conceive and she believed with her heart and soul that God will make everything okay. Her belief was strong.

Dear Diary,

Dinner was extraordinary, it turns out that Mr. Connelly is in fact an overlook cousin of the Duke, not that it was interesting, I just believe that one should have valid evidence of such assumption, not that I doubt him because too invest interest in him other then my father’s friend, it would mean that I am ultimately interested in him as a whole.

The truth couldn’t be any further then the belches he disgustingly shown at dinner, yet, I still cannot comprehend why my parents would invite someone, such as him into our circle of friends. His manners are much worse then that of a pot belly pig.

On a cherry note, I sprained my ankle today minutes before the luncheon. Occasionally they are fun, but today I resented going to another drab party or lunch with my parent’s friends and colleagues. The sprain was painful but

God had his hand in it, because I met the most dashing doctor. He treated my sprain in a professional manner at the
hospital and forgiven me for my earlier outbursts. He was the same man from the beach, I hope to meet him again soon. He has the most beautiful eyes. Storm colored.

1975, Collete

"Do you think it's broken." Collete whispered, her face blanching at the mere thought of not being able to move without the aide of crutches.

"Maybe you want to pull your skirt up a bit." The doctor that was assigned to her had a strong accent that nearly made his english indiscernible.

She glanced uneasily at the brown haired doctor whom had a small scowl on his face; his appearance meticulous.

"I need to look at the injured ankle." He pointed out. "Not your legs, I've seen plenty in my time and I can tell you, yours are not any different from the rest."

Collete gasped, her hands nearly slapping his face but she quenched the urge and gripped the edge of the vinyl hospital bed instead. "Are you harassing me!"

"If you want another doctor, you can wait here for another hour or two." He angrily pointed out, his accent becoming more prominent. "I have other patients that are dying as the second ticks by."

"Fine." She said as she pulled the left side of her skirt up to show her swollen ankle.

"I need to remove your sandal and socks." He professionally said as he begin to slowly remove her left sandal, the white socks following next.

She held her breathe as his cold hands begin to gently feel around the swell and moving her toes and her ankle back and forth.

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course it does." She spit out, but as he looked at her with a uncaring look in his gray eyes, her apology came tumbling out. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you."

"It's a medically asked question. Protocol." He replied, his face not portraying any emotions and his voice - still cold and calculative. "It's a sprain, should heal on its own"

"So no surgery?" She asked and he shook his head no as he handed back her foot wear. "Don't put these back on, I'm going to schedule an x-ray."

"I'm on vacation." She offered without really knowing why.

"That's nice."

"My parents decided to drag me along and I ended up stumbling on the stairs to one of the guest room." She awkwardly laughed as the doctor said nothing, but methodically focused on her sprain as though it offered the answer to the universe. "It gets me away from them though."

"Are they waiting for you?" He asked as he gently held her foot and looked up towards her. "I need you to scoot back and try to stay horizontal."

He stood up and dusted his lab coat off for invisible dust. "A nurse will be here with you momentarily."

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"I have another patient."

Before she could utter another word, he walked out of the room, leaving Collete momentarily stun by his hasty departure.

>.<

1979 - Present

"Will you be coming home early?" She lightly asked, her French accent promptly showing early in the morning. She was perched on the foot of the bed, her back straight and hands lightly gripping the edge as she stared openly at her husband.

"Of course darling," Rowan replied; his accent just as heavily as hers. He snapped his shirt buttons up and efficiently tying his tie as he stared into the bathroom mirror.

"I don't believe that the hospital is going to detain me, I am a highly esteemed member of the staff. I have a patient in ICU."

"You‘re leaving awfully early. The sun is barely above the horizon. Why can‘t you stay for morning breakfast?" Collete trailed off as she subconsciously secured her pink lace robe tightly around her bulging waist.

Rowan calmly brushed his graying hair as he continued to straighten his suit before addressing his pregnant wife.

"Collete, I'm a doctor." Rowan said as he clasped the shoulders of his frail wife. A beautiful socialite and god blessed him on they day they changed vows. "I’m close to a breakthrough in auto-immune diseases. Besides, I have some culture’s in the lab to look over from yesterday.”

Collette sighed as she forlornly searched her husband's face. Usually his eyes would portray emotions in their stormy depth - but not today. His face itself was etched in stone, his age lines becoming more dominant as each day passes. Each year escapes their grasps from stress that could support the entire ocean.

"I'm afraid." She reluctantly murmured as she turned around, giving him her back. "I- I have been having trouble sleeping lately."

"Darling, that's normal." Rowan assuaged as he picked up his jacket. "Marie and Jenson will be here with you, should something unexpected happen."

"But, I want you here - should that 'something unexpected' should occur." She sweetly retorted as she clasped his right hand into her left and tilted his head down to meet hers.

Rowan contently slid his arms around her slim waste and deeply connected their lips into an endearing kiss, reminding him of a garden of assorted flowers in a warm summer day.

"Come home early darling," Collete whispered into his ears.

"You know I will." Rowan said as he affectionately kissed her atop her brow. “You‘re my number one priority."

>.<

Dear Diary,

I met Dr. Chase today. He has a charming personality but doesn’t show it as often as he told me, in a very brief detail.

We ran into one another at the pier for lunch, I introduced him to my parents and he was ever so polite as he explained his career. It sounds so wonderful. He is studying under Dr. Bonasara and Dr. Stone of the Rheumatology
Department and next week would be the end of his fellowship as he will be moving to Australia in the preceding weeks to head the new Rheumatology department.

1975, Collete

“I feel and look ridiculous.” Collete whined as she leaned heavily onto her right crutch. “Can you just get me a wheelchair or something?”

She heard a light chuckle coming from behind her and she turned her head towards the insensitive jerk that had the audacity to laugh at her and before she could think, her face flushed.

“Dr.-Dr. Chase!” She squeaked and hastily presented herself into lady-like form. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Miss Mireille.” He replied back in a deep timbre voice. “Walking wrongly is how you ended up in the clinic.”

“Wrongly?” She raised a brow as she leaned against the wooden rails to keep weight off her feet.

“You overbalanced on one leg.” He said, his gray eye’s twinkling in merriment. “You should be careful - don’t want to aggravate your injury anymore you have to.”

“Well, I should be grateful that you’re here doctor.” Colette cheekily retorted. “To catch my fall.”

Rowan snorted in disbelief as he put his hands into his suede jacket pocket and continued on his way down the pier to a group of men in casual outfits.

“Who was that?” Her mother asked in awe and a caustic tone.

“Dr. Chase. He was the doctor that examined me yesterday mama.” Colette replied as she fumbled with her crutches and followed her mother in the opposite direction of Dr. Chase and headed for the tavern to met her father for lunch.

“Come darling, don’t dawdle here any longer and keep your father waiting.”

>.<

1979 - Present

With Rowan away Collete sat by her window with a small bed built into it just for her pleasure. She sighed despondently as her mind wondered while her left hand lazily massaged her bulging belly. It wasn't noticeable when she was four months, now that those months past, it seemed so surreal that she, Collete Monet Mireille-Chase was going to become a mother, and very soon from the looks of it.

She could just imagine what her baby would like. He or she could have Rowan's deep gray eyes or her own summer blue. If there was any doubt, her unborn would take after her husband and one day grow into a handsome man.

She brought her knees up and looked out the window to watch the sunrise on the Australian coast, contemplating and fantasizing about her future and unborn child.

>.<

“Good morning Dr. Chase.” The head nurse chirped from behind the station in the hospital lobby with a dozen stack of files around her.

“Morning Paulette.” Rowan nodded his head in greeting as he stopped in front of the oval desk. “Why here so early old girl?”

“I was here since yesterday morn’ sir.” Paulette tiredly replied as Rowan discretely noticed the dark circles under her eyes. “As a special favor to Dr. Lee.”

“Special favor huh,” Rowan smirked, his eyes crinkling in humor as he noted the blush on Paulette’s rosy plump face. “Good luck. Dr. Lee is a very tense man.”

“That’s what attracted me to him in the first place.” Paulette smiled. “Us forty year olds are not beyond redemption.”

“Of course, dear.” Rowan said as he took his piles of charts that consisted of three manila folders. “Colette would agree with you on that.”

“She looks great for an expecting mother.” Paulette commented as she wistfully sigh, wishing she was capable of having a child. “Motherhood looks really great on her. Are you hoping for a boy or girl.”

“Boy,” Rowan beamed as he browsed through the contents of the folders. “Colette would spoil the girl rotten.”

“Ah, I can imagine him now.”

“Well, I better head off to my office now.” Rowan said. “Don’t work too hard, I other then Dr. Lee has more uses for you.”

“I may be forty Dr. Chase, but I am not disable!” Paulette called out. “Besides, all this unused energy has to be used for something.”

“You are a naughty girl Polly.” Rowan called back on his way to the elevator's steel-metal door.

>.<
TBC..

Distraction,(Oneshot)

2008-11-03T09:08:34Z

Title: Distraction
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Smut
Pairing: Washington/Simmons
Summary: How Simmons should have distracted Wash in episode 11.
Disclaimer: I do not anything. The characters in this story, respectively, belongs to Roosterteeth.
AN: 1209 words of pointless writing and dedicated to my friend Ryo for being a muse on demand.

Distraction

Tell Me What I Have To Do

2008-09-10T06:04:56Z

TITLE: Tell Me What I have to do?
Genre: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Las Vegas Heat. Green Eyes and Guns. AU. Established Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I Do not own anything. I am merely borrowing characters from JK Rowling to play in my magical plot driven sandbox.
Notes: Also posted on fanfiction.net

"I hereby sentence you to life in prison without parole for the first degree murder of Tom Riddle, Peter Pettigrew. Second degree of Rodolphus Lestrange, Bellatrix Lestrange...."

Funny how the justice systems worked worldwide- it’s completely bullshit. We were caught in western American; Nevada to be accurate. We were somewhere near Hayford Peak and a few miles out of Las Vegas as we were facing one another in a Mexican standoff.

Ron; my best friend from the moment I hit him on the head in the park somewhere in Surrey, had his hair styled in shoulder-length dreadlocks and his fair skin was now tanned to a golden hue.
His cornflower blue eyes were possibly narrowed behind his dark alien shades as he pointed the Chinese AK -47 in a defensive stance; long legs spread apart. The weapon was perpendicular to his narrow waist. His dark bulky clothing covered his well-muscled body, but more importantly the knives that were hidden in his vest, just slightly to the left of his heart.

On his left, stood Dean Thompson. His shaved head shined from the culminating sweat in the Nevada desert and dressed in a similar manner to Ron's swat outfit - without the bullet proof vest. Strap to his back was the long range sniper rifle and in his two hands pointed, straight at the five before us at eye level, were two coal-black .45's.

On my right was Blaise Zabini, dressed in dark jeans, and a leather brown jacket with a concealed vest. His jet black hair was smooth back with an abundance of gel that captured the sun and held the illusion that he came out of the shower. His once pasty skin, now tanned to a similar glow of Ron's skin. I once thought that they were related because of the amount of whining I had to endure from their once sun-burned skin in a similar circumstance.

His left arm was in a sling but that didn't deter him from coming with us today. His dark blue eyes were glacier and it brought the metaphorical heat down a notch.
I, on the other hand dressed in our similar rationed dark cargo pants with weapons strapped in my left boot, a dagger on my right side tucked neatly under the vest in my back.

Because of the unbearable heat and in my haste from the run down hotel from earlier, I barely manage to snag a black wife beater and my standard weapons of a similar machine gun to Ron's AK, a shotgun strapped to my back and a hidden derringer that was nicely concealed around my right thigh.

Across from us, was our counterparts. From right to left in agent/mafia- styled business suits was Theodore Nott, Cornelius Fudge, Argus Filch, Viktor Krum and in the middle of our adversaries stood Igor Karkaroff.
It seemed that the heat didn't bother them. In fact there was an ever lasting shadow that hung over them. They seemed ominous in the near evening sun as the mountain cast a shadow over them, missing us by a couple of feet.

They all held standard machine guns and those were the only weapons that were visible. I bet my millions that there were more securely hidden. After all, you don't met your enemy unarmed - not even for a truce.
"Really, sending the geek squad. Dumbledore must have become really pathetic in the last couple of years." Fudge scoffed.

"Dumbledore didn't send us. This is off record." I coldly replied, my green eyes glaring at Karkaroff.
"How considerate Potter." He snared. "Did you bring what we asked?"
"Prisoner first, questions later." I tonelessly replied as we had a stare-down.

I supposed he figured that we were going to ask that because a sixth figure to their death squad came from behind a vehicle with the prisoner; a walking, heap of muscles dressed in black jeans and a tank top that had seen better days.

The prisoner on the other hand, had his hands tied securely behind his back, a black bag covered his head and for the rest, there was nothing except for a few visible bruises on his ivory skin that made my blood boil and give my finger an itch.
"We had a little fun with the product." Viktor smirked as the unknown brute pushed the prisoner roughly to his bare knees, skins scraped the ground harshly, into the middle of our little gathering.
I didn't say anything for a moment as I gave a nod to Ron and seconds later, Ron threw a disk at the so-called leader as Blaise gently coaxed the young man back to a standing position.

"I wish I could be there, to relish the lashing you will receive Potter." Karkaroff evilly grinned as his dark eyes clouded with something that could only be found on a psychopath. "I regret not capturing our delicious treat earlier. I wonder what we could have held out for.."
"Turn around and head back to the shit hole you crawled out from." I snarled, my weapons still trained at the group.

Karkaroff gave one insane laughter before he turned around and with one last glare, so did his goons.
I really wanted to pull the trigger on my auto and take them out right there, but for the sake of the team and Dumbledore I held onto my sanity.
Until I saw their black escalade’s leave the desert, I turned my attention to the now bag free blonde whom was wearing Blaise's leather jacket.

"What did they do." I softly whispered as I gently trailed the bruised left eye, and the horizontal scar over said eye. He didn't say anything as expected, instead he tied the jacket around his trimmed waist and collapsed into my embrace as I kissed the blood stain hair.

Shit, it was almost like a classic western flick. But the dame in my arm, was a young man my age and the sun setting, it wasn’t romantic as fuck. In fact, it only boiled the blood in veins as the yellow rays flirted with the dirt-encrusted blood that stuck to his flaxen hair like leaches on exposed skin.
There is no honor among thieves, so I guess there is no mercy among the weak or glory for the army. In our case, we mercs, never bother with those sayings. We just look out for one another.

RvB Slash: I outrank you Complete

2008-08-16T04:44:16Z

Title: I Outrank You
Fandom: Red Vs. Blue
Pairing: Grif/Simmons
Rating: PG-13+ for language
Summary: Grif's and Simmons thoughts on Grif's promotion. (Red Vs. Blue Slash) Disclaimer: I do not anything. The characters in this story, respectively, belongs to Roosterteeth.

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