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Love does lead to Forgiveness (Angel) - PG

Title: Love does lead to Forgiveness
Author:

cordy69
Word count: 372
Character(s): Angel deals with his feelings after the abduction of baby Connor.
Notes: for the Forgiveness Theme at

angel_hoard

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Night Calls (AtS, PG15, Gunn/Harmony)

Title: Night Calls
Fandom: AtS Season 2
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 500
Characters/Pairing: Harmony/Gunn
Summary: Harmony wants to have some fun
Author: Pat
First Word: Years
Last Word: Cordelia

For the Spring 2011 Story Tree at Whedonverse and Beyond

This story was nominated at Round 25 of Sunnydale Memorial (Fall 2011)

( Night Calls, the story... )

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No Mountain High Enough (SPN Drabble)

Another drabble created as part of Whdeonverse Spring 2011 Story Tree

Title: No Mountain High Enough
First Word: Family
Last Word: Care
Author: Pat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 483
Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester
Summary: Dean faces the impact of finding out Sam has no soul.
A/N: Set sometimes in mid season 6 of Supernatural.

Family. It’s been everything to Dean for so long, he was lost now. He left behind the new one he had acquired just last year for the brother he had found again, just to realize the person occupying that body had no soul. No real memories of the two of them, no particular fondness for the antics of their youth, no resentment for the hardship they went through, no longing for the white fence dream he almost had, no yearning for the easy and exclusive relationship the two shared. This man, looming over him, larger than life, is a hard ass he doesn’t recognize. His Sammy is no more, at least not in a way he can reach to him.

Dean feels something breaking in him. The small candlelight of hope for a better future snuffed before it could shine bright. Lisa and Ben had been his life line, keeping him tethered to the edge of the precipice, alive and contributing, no matter how little to this world and to their well being. He owes them so much. And yet, he abandoned them for Sam. He will leave everyone behind for Sam. How stupid is that? This dickwad of Zacariah was right; they really are co-dependent. Well Dean more than Sam. Dean can’t even imagine following Ruby like her puppy dog over being with his brother. Ever.

Oddly enough, he misses the easy companionship he had with Ben and Lisa even more now. Ben gave himself to Dean without any reservation. A bit like Sammy use to, growing up. He wanted to be with him, wanted to do what he did, wanted to keep him apprised of his activities. If it wasn’t for his bubbly, and yet respectful of his boundaries, energy, Dean wouldn’t have taken so easily to the domestic life. Lisa sweetened the deal with her subdued acceptance of Dean’s pain and wholesome inability to simply be. He had to relearn how to read people that weren’t Sam, how to please people that were sharing his life in a completely different way, how to stay at a decent job and look forward for a paycheck. He became somebody else, and it worked; for a while.

He loved waking up to a warm, willing and loving body in his arms. He loved taking care of Ben as the son he will probably never have. At night, he wakes up with both of them entangled in his dreams and sometimes his nightmares. He feels small suddenly. Crushed by the sheer weight of what happened these past years; the impact the Campbell and Winchester lives and decisions have made on the world. He feels nauseous, just thinking about what else he will do for Sam, his Sammy. He will die for his brother soul, if that is what the Power that Be requires of him. He just needs to know this stranger will care.

The End.

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Steal your Life - Dean (SPN) Pg

Part of the Cuddles, Snuggles, Kisses and Porn Multi-Fandom Story Tree - STORY TREE found here: thefannishwaldo.livejournal.com/1212870.html

The following story follow the one by angelus2hot called Steal Your Kisses http://thefannishwaldo.livejournal.com/1212870.html?thread=3540166#t3540166

Title: Steal Your Life
Author: Cordy69
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean (mid season6)
Summary: Ragged Dean needs a pick up and manages it with a pep-talk
First Word: Right
Last Word: Fight

Right now, he'd give anything to be in sunny Palo Alto, stalking his studious little brother, remembering binge drinking evenings at random bars with his father, learning one small step at a time how to fix a car with Bobby. But... No... He had to be freakin' tied to a post (again) waiting to be devoured by an arachnid of some type. Why does his life revolve around crap? Crap doesn't even begin to cover it (no pun intended).

He gets Sam back for exactly one week! One week! And here they are facing death. Again.
There were few things he had to tie up before meeting his end. Come on!

Yep, he needed to leave few things for Ben and Lisa. But who the heck ever plan for an untimely demise? Even in their line of work?

Moreover though, he needed to talk to Sam. Sammy, who managed to kiss him with more passion in one simple peck than half of the girls he hooked up with in his heydays. He hadn't stop to really think what it meant for him or his brother; too focused on getting him his soul back. Well, mission accomplished! For what?

In all honesty, what could he have done? You can't erase in few minutes lifetimes of conditioning. He has always been Sam caretaker, he had learn lately to become his partner, he now had to learn how to love him better? Differently? Could he?

The kisses Sam had bestowed on him few weeks back had taking him by surprise. Mostly for what it meant to Sammy but also because he had let himself enjoy them, reveling in the soft and pliant lips of his brother, the strength of the two hands holding him in place, the moans that escaped his panting breath. It had been hot!

Now was obviously not the time to reminisce. He has things to do, monsters to kill, brothers to save, a new love to reclaim.

And with his wits back to normal, Dean started looking around for a way out; finding it with a sharp piece of broken glass lost in the dusty ground... He was ready to live, ready to fight!

~*~*~
( Follow up of... )

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Lovers' Heartaches

I hope you will enjoy reading and commenting it.

I am trying to write Riley for the first time and the voice might not be good yet, but I truly believe that the emotions are there, with him, throughout his time in Sunnydale.

Part of the summer contest at Whedonverse and Beyond found here:
http://www.whedonverseandbeyond.net/forum/showthread.php?t=3521

Prompt: Here I am in tiny pieces; Mood prompt: rejected; Word Prompt: Heartache.
BtVS - Riley's pov - Pg

Thank you for the Nomination AND the incredible WIN at Round 7 of Running with Scissors Awards!
http://community.livejournal.com/rwsawards/31409.html#cutid1

Lovers Heartaches by Pat (July 2009)

Your lover was here. In Sunnydale. Not that it makes a difference; in a way, he is always here! I see him in the faraway look you have sometimes when we walk the dark path of some godforsaken cemeteries. I see him in the extra bounce your gait has when you get closer to the Scoobies and Giles when they discuss matters related to him. I hear him in the pitter-patter your heart makes when people mention his name around you. I see him in the oppressed breath you try to release when you fear for his life, and I also see him in the possessive way you talk about your vampires, your city, your friends, every single day.

I have always been around his shadow; I just did not want to face this painful realization. I couldn’t put words to the emotions chocking me since the day we met. I wouldn’t, simply because I did not know what it meant, couldn’t fathom how it changes you from the inside out, couldn’t understand how to learn to live with something so foreign and yet so omnipresent in your own fucking heart!

In my mind, love was something set neatly aside for the future; that elusive time when the world would be a better place, our society safe from devils known and unknown, guided by intelligent and dedicated rulers; in short a world were directions are clear and easily followed.

As all well oiled plans do, mine had a cog: you!

I love the luminous gaze you have when you fight along my side. I can’t describe how my whole being is burning alive when I am close to you. Anything you wear is imprinted in my mind, everything you say is cataloged in my brain, and everything you think becomes the most important thing to me. I’ve fallen, like so many mightiest men before me. I am utterly in love with you.

The rejection is not one of these facts of life you just take in and move on. It is a live wire consuming everything in its path. I know that when you smile at me, it really is just for me. I know you cherish the private moments we share, the validation I represent, the companionship created by our two strengths fighting the good fight along each other. I also am learning to live with the ghost you will not acknowledge: your memory of Angel.

I cannot be your first love; I cannot be a larger than life figure that will dwarf anything. I cannot erase your heartache and now that I am conscious of mine, I cannot negate it either.

I want to offer you a bright future, made of shiny fighting moments and exploding sexy retreats. I want to walk side by side with you in the glorious, sad and heartbreaking steps our journeys will surely lead us.

Tonight, I am a broken man. Here I am, in tiny pieces, trying to offer you the dream of a grown man. While I am simply a shell that can only be made complete by your love. Take anything from me, and I will stand by you, I will learn to live with your scrapes, I will try to be the invisible support you need, because I sure know I cannot be him.

All the man I can be will never be large enough to fill the void he left, to fight the longing I discern in your eyes and the dreams you are afraid to visualize or the hopes you denie yourself having. Still, I accept the rotten deal, Buffy, please, just take me!

~*~*~

The end (615 words)

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