GP's Writing Desk

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 15:10:04 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own Justice League or any of the character involved. They are all products of DC Comics owned by Time Warner.

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Title: Inquisition
Fandom: Justice League
Author: Gotham’s Princess
Summary: John is visited by a ghostly spectre who gives him insight about his relationship with Shayera and with Vixen.
Pairing: GL/HG, GL/V
Characters: John Stewart, The Spectre
Rating: PG
Words: 1779
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As boy, John wanted nothing more than to go fly in the stars, and shoot for the moon. But that was the dream of every little boy. How amazing would it be to be in space? And now, years later, it still was amazing, but different. Not how he imagined. He never imaged he’s be a Green Lantern. He never knew what one was. He never truly thought he’d fly among the stars. And here he was. But it was different. Lonely. Cold.

Space was a place that left you alone to your thoughts. And that was the last place John wanted to be. Images of Rex, Shayera, and Mari would could his mind, distracting him. Making him question and over think himself. John didn’t like it.

“It isn’t as hard as you make it out to be, John.”

“Who’s there?” John readied his ring. A voice had appeared from out of nowhere. He was alone. But someone spoke? Maybe he was too stressed out.

“I’m right behind you.”

John whirled around, eyes wide. That had not be there before. He knew that for sure. Standing before him was man, his body a ghostly silver, a green cloak draped around him, with a domino mask covering his face. John had no recognition of the visitor, and neither did his ring.

“Hello, John.”

“What are you?”

“A friend.” The man was spoke quietly, but the voice had a hint of strength behind it.

“Who are you?”

“Vengeance.” The man’s answer was simple, though John could tell the visitor himself wasn’t too happy about his answer, himself.

“You’re not Batman.”

“Nor do I want to be.” John was beginning to tire of the man’s responses. The Green Lantern was about to voice his opinion, but the visitor spoke again. “I never believed in vengeance. I guess that’s why Bruce and I never saw eye to eye at times. And yes, I know Bruce Wayne is Batman. We were actually friends, believe it or not.”

John raised an eyebrow. “You expect me to believe you? That you and Batman used to be friends? That you know who he is? You,” he pointed a finger in accusation, “haven’t even told me who you are.”

The man sighed, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “We were actually friends once, as well, John. Well, not you, but a different you. I don’t know if you consider me a friend now. Very few people do.” The man’s shoulder’s fell, and his voice got quiet. “I don’t blame them…”

John’s ring began to spark. “I repeat: WHO ARE YOU?”

“Vengeance. A sinner.” The man looked up into John’s eyes. Green clashed brown. “I am The Spectre.”

The name…The Spectre. It sounded familiar. John knew he heard it before. But from who?

“You may of heard of me from Zatanna. Or Dr. Fate. They should have the most experience with me. Or…the man before me.” The Spectre answered, as if reading John’s mind. “I am God’s spirit of Vengeance.”

“You said you don’t believe in vengeance. Why is it your mission to carry out vengeance, then?” John asked, suprising himself. He wanted nothing more than to get away. Not because he was afraid. He was a Green Lantern, they don’t do fear. But he felt as if his soul was being bared. Every thought, every feeling, every memory seemed to be out in the open. John wasn’t sure if he liked that or not.

The Spectre laughed self-depreciatingly. “I am host of the Spectre to atone for my sins. I did many horrible things. I turned my back on everything I believed. And now, I must pay.”

“What could you have possibly done to…”

“They called me the Greatest of the Green Lanterns, John. Did you know when Abin Sur gave me my ring, he laughed. He never thought there’d be a day when he would give his ring to an Earthman. Many of my fellow Lanterns laughed at that. You should know Earth is considered the Alabama of the Universe. But somehow…an Earthman managed to become the Greatest. Surpassing any good Sinestro had done himself. I was their brightest light. And then…” The Spectre’s voice broke off, as if he couldn’t bear to speak any more.

John’s mind began to whirl. The Spectre, a former Green Lantern? And one from Earth? It was impossible. There had only been two Earth Lanterns: himself and Kyle Rayner. Now this ghost was claiming to be one of them, and the greatest at that? “That’s impossible.”

“Is it, John? Is it truly impossible?” The Spectre asked. “I’m not from here. I’m not from this Earth, John. You should by now. Remember your adventures with the Justice Guild? Or even the Justice Lords? Yes, I know about them. You’d be surprised about the all different worlds I know about, dead and alive.”

John stepped backwards, glaring at the Spectre. “So why are you here? To cry to me about how much you screwed up and now your God’s whipping boy? Don’t you have your other me to do that to?”

“That’s what I’ve always liked about you, John. You stood up for you thought and wouldn’t take what you thought was other’s bull. I’m glad you’re like that here.” The Spectre was actually smiling. “And no, I did not come here to whine. I’m here to help you. You sound like Abin.”

John decided to let that pass. “So why help me? What have I done to deserve this?”

“You worry me.” The answer was short and simple, but loaded with meaning.

“Why? You think that I’ll do whatever you did?” John demanded an answer.

The Spectre shook his head. “No…no I do not. However, you are conflicted about your future. Ever since you traveled back from—“

“How do you know about that?”

“I’m God’s Wrath. I know many things. Some things, I wish could be forgotten…” The Spectre answered cryptically. “But this is not about me. This is about you and your situation with Vixen and Hawkgirl.”

John rolled his eyes. “Flash would kill over if he knew I was getting advice on my love life from a ghost. Can’t you go bother Bruce, instead?”

“I’m not just a ghost. And even though Bat baiting can be fun at times, I’d rather not having two Bruces hate me,” The Spirit of Vengeance answered with a grin. “But this is not about me or Bruce. This is about your future. The future that you are running away from.”

“I’m not going to be destiny’s sock puppet.” John’s voice rang out.

“Time travel is not a good thing, John. People find out their future and what to change it. Or they like their future, and screw it up trying to keep it the same. It’s not supposed to work that way.”

“I’m sorry I got pulled through the time stream.”

“So why don’t you want to be destiny’ puppet?”

“I want to make my own future.”

“And I wanted to remake the past. Sometimes we don’t always get what we want, John.” The Spectre crossed his arms, his thunderous in the deep recesses of space. “Besides, why are you complaining? You have a son. You have a son with the woman who you love.”

“You wanted to remake the past?”

“Do not change the subject, John. There are many things I regret in my life. I don’t want you to, either.” The ghost’s voice was dependent and cool.

“What? Are you telling me to end my relationship with Vixen? To reunite with Shayera? Is that what it was like wherever you come from?” John asked.

There was a brief flash of pain across the Spectre’s face, but it disappeared as soon as it came. “No…no….It was actually Katma Tui, the Green Lantern, from Korugar.”

“Katma?” John’s eyes widened in surprise. They had been a couple, but they had ended their relationship long ago. It was true at a time John entertained the fantasy of having a family with her, but that was so long ago. “Wait…you said ‘was’.”

“It does not matter now. Not to you.” The Spectre’s voice was quick and broken, as if masking emotion behind it. “Katma Tui and you…would have never worked here. A brief flirtation, romance, but nothing more. With Shayera, you have something stronger. You have a future. A bond.”

“What happened to Katma?” John demanded, anger bubbling within him. “Look, I don’t give a damn about what universe she is from? What happened to her.”

The Spectre looked down, as if ashamed. “She…she is dead….She was killed by the Star Sapphire.”

Despite it being a different Katman Tui from the one that he knew, he still felt a pain in his chest. She had been murdered. Even in a world where they had married, they had never had a chance to be happy. But John also noticed something else. It seemed as if the Spectre was keeping something, he was not sure what, but something, from him. “Was her death…one of your sins?”

The Spectre turned from him, as if he couldn’t bear to look at John. “No…though I am at fault. Maybe that’s why I’m helping you. Maybe not. But I know you need it. You need happiness, John.”

“Even in the future Shayera was dead…”

“The timeline was tampered, John. I assure you, she will live. You will have a family. This I promise you.” The Spectre still had his back turned, and the green cloak whirled around him. “And do not worry about harming Vixen. True…it will hurt at first. But she will move on. She will be happy.”

John remained silent, thoughts churning in his head. The Spectre was telling him about his a future. One where he had a family. A son. Shayera. Vixen could move on. But could he bear to hurt her still? John loved Vixen, in a way. In his way, nothing compared to what he felt, and still felt, for Shayera. But still…

“I’m trying to help you, John. Take that as you will.” The Spectre turned to afce him, a slight chuckled leaving his lips. “Maybe Bruce was right…I do try and ‘fix’ things too much.”

“So what do I do now?”

“Follow your heart, John. You know the truth. You know what is there. I cannot help you any more. You are on your own now.” The Spectre smiled sadly. “You were always a good friend, John. Never forget that.”

And in a puff of gray smoke, the Spectre was gone. Leaving John to his thoughts. And while he looked out into space, into the stars, he knew what he had to do.

Fin

Author's Note: Truthfully, this was just an excuse to write John talking to the Spectre.

Fic: The Love I Wish I Had, Rating: T, Fandom: Harry Potter

Mon, 23 Jul 2007 04:57:21 GMT

Disclaimer: No, I don’t own the Harry Potter characters. I am not JKR and I do not intend to be.

Title: The Love I Wish I Had
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, OC
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,349
Summary: This is the story of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger’s love, told from the eyes of their daughter.
Author’s Note: This, I guess, would be officially AU, considering the events of Deathly Hallows. But, frankly, I don’t care. Never shall the H/Hr ship die.

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Ask Audrey
Audrey Potter

Today, as many of you may or may not have noticed, is the fifth of November. No, I will not be writing about gunpowder treasons that people have apparently forgot, nor will I be answering your questions on relationships and how to make them successful. Well, I may be answering one of your questions, but it will not be in my usual column format. For the past two years, I have been answering your questions about romance, love and lust, dating and marriage. I am not married nor am I currently in love. But for all my life, I have been surrounded by love. Impossible love such as that of a werewolf and Metamorphmagus. Forbidden love like that of my ‘Uncle’ Draco and ‘Aunt’ Ginny. Or even crazy love, that sometimes doesn’t make sense, like my ‘Uncle’ Ron and ‘Aunt’ Luna. But none of their loves can even be compared to the most influential love I’ve experienced in my life; which once again brings me to the fifth of November.

Thirty years ago, to this date, my parents, Harry James Potter and Hermione Jane Granger-Potter, were married. For my twenty-four years of life I have watched them, eye wide, wondering if anything I could find could ever match their love. Through thick and thin, disasters and Death Eaters, they stood side by side. Even before they ever realized that they were in love with one another, they stood together.

I remember the stories that I had been told about their years at Hogwarts. Serving as bedtime stories to lull me and my siblings to sleep, Mum and Dad would recount the tales of how they met and the battles they faced fighting the Dark Lord. Meeting on the Hogwarts Express when they were just eleven, my father found my mother to be a bookish know-it-all and my mother didn’t think much about my father either. It wasn’t until after my father and his best friend, Ron Weasley, saved my mother from a troll did they forge a friendship that will last for all of time. They told me tales of a basilisk, dementors, and Triwizard Tournaments. I remember sitting with my eyes wide listening to them speak, lost in their memories.

Even when my father dated Ginny Weasley and my mother, Ron, they remained friends. When those relationships fell into oblivion, they sought comfort in each other’s arms. Their relationship wasn’t a rebound like some would make it out to be, and after thirty years, that fact should be proven. My mother would always recount the story to all five of us children, and each time, she would speak it with more passion and love than the last. My father had surprised her at St. Mungo’s, where she worked, and took her out to lunch at the park. It had been three weeks after Ron and my mother had broken up, and somehow, my father sensed her stress and sadness. In the park, my mother and father spoke of their failed relationships, offering comfort to one another. It was then, that my mother recounted, that their eyes met, and they kissed. She described it as beautiful and wonderful, and all of the adjectives in between, earning ‘ewws’ from my older brother, Will, but I was lost in the stories.

The media was hard on them. Even if they didn’t get together so soon after their respective break-ups, they still would have been hounded by the media. My father was Harry Potter, after all. It had to be difficult, and it must have seemed that the whole world was against them at times. But they prevailed. I vaguely remember rumors running rampant when I was younger for my hair was more red than brown and freckles spotted my cheeks. Some horrible reporter named Rita Skeeter had claimed that I had been the consequence of an affair that my mother had been having with Uncle Ron. I remember laying in my room, as my older sisters, Ophelia and Helena, tried to console me. It wasn’t until my mother a father came into the room and took me in their arms did I begin to feel better.

Mum told me how she would never think of hurting Daddy that way, and that she loved him just too much. My father explained that I looked like a younger version of my grandmother, his mother, who I inherited my red hair from. They wiped away my tears, and held me and each other. Later that night, I overheard them talking angrily about the article and Rita Skeeter. My father was threatening to show her why she shouldn’t mess with his family, while my mother tried to play the voice of reason. She was afraid he would do something he might regret, and he was afraid of my mother’s name being dragged through the mud. But finally, their debates subsided, and they stared into each other’s eyes, and held one another. It was one of the most beautiful moments I had ever seen.

It was true, that had their rows, but what couple didn’t? She would lock herself in the study and he would storm out of the house. Doors would be slammed and screams would shake the halls. But later, after the blood and temper had cooled, they would make up, and hold each other. All five of us, Will, Ophelia, Helena, Edmund, and I would all be sent to Grandma Weasley’s or Uncle Ron and Luna’s, for a sleep over as they would make up, a thought none of us would truly like to imagine. Sometimes, one of us kids would walk into the den, and accidentally come upon Mum and Dad snogging on the sofa, oblivious to the world around them. We never caught anything else, and we never wanted to. They saved that for the bedroom.

At times, my parents were separated, working driving them to different places. My father took the position of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor the year before Will and Ophelia started Hogwarts, leaving us for weeks on end. However, every day Mum would write him a letter, and every day, he would write one back. I remember the smiles on her face when she would read the letters. I never read one, for they were private. But they made Mum smile and she was happy.

When they visited Hogwarts, for graduations, or for my father to show my mother the work he had accomplished, they would tour the grounds, hand in hand, smiles on their faces, lost in each other. They would circle the lake, blissful and full of love. Nothing would get in their way. I had never seen love that strong between two people, and wondered if I ever would again.

They stayed strong together, when things were easy, or when times got rough. My father held my mother’s hand when little Edmund was attacked by a Death Eater one Christmas, promising her everything would be okay. They supported one another when Ophelia ran away with the new Muggle Studies professor, who was ten years her senior, and spread their love to them when they returned to our fold. They held each other and comforted one another when my brother’s wife lost their baby, and gave support to the grieving parents. And they held one another when my sister said her ‘I do’s’ to Oliver Wood Jr. on their wedding day.

So, now I must end my tale of love. This isn’t a story of a child adoring their parents’ marriage, looking at it through rose-colored glasses. But it isn’t. I have aged and matured, experienced love and loss, and can look on what they have and say, ‘I want that someday’. I am nowhere near that mark, and I probably will never be, but all I have is the hope. Maybe, my readers, you will learned something from this article. I know I have from writing it. So, here’s to you, Mum and Dad: I am Audrey Anne Potter, and I want the love that you have.

Fin

Fic: While You Were Sleeping, Rating: T, Justice League Unlimited

Sun, 22 Jul 2007 23:56:18 GMT

Disclaimer: No, I don’t own the Justice League.

Title: While You Were Sleeping
Characters: Batman, Wonder Woman
Pairing: Batman/Wonder Woman
Rating: T
Word Count: 662
Summary: Bruce watches Diana as she sleeps, debating whether or not their relationship will get in the way of his mission.

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He watched her as she slept. Peace and contentment were written on her face and small smile graced her lips. Her chest rose and fell with her even breaths, matching the rhythm of her snores. The moon reflected on her olive skin, creating an ethereal glow around her. She was truly beautiful, a goddess among mortals, and he wondered how and why she was here, in his bed, in his arms.

He was the Batman, cold and heartless, born out of the fear and loss of a young boy whose life fell part far too soon. He was eclipsed in darkness, too far hidden from the light which she belonged in. He didn’t deserve her, and she didn’t deserve to be brought down to his level. She was all that was right with the world, the beauty and the truth. He was all that corrupted the world, dark and ugly, hiding behind masks to get his way. She was too good for that, for him. But she was still here.

They wouldn’t last---none of his relationships ever did. Andrea, Selina, Talia, Lois, they all fell into oblivion. They couldn’t take one of his personalities, whether it be the Bat or the mindless fop. He idly wondered which one would drive her away. She was one of the first to truly figure out who she was, to see beyond the guise of the Bat. Would that change anything between them? His mind told him no, but his heart held a glimmer of hope.

She rolled over in her sleep, pushing into him, gravitating toward his warmth. Unconsciously, his arms went around her, bringing her in closer. His eyes fell to the window, the faint silhouette of his city shining through. He gave his life for Gotham. In his mind, everything he has belonged to Gotham. He knew for the mission to be a success, he had to let go of everything. But with her in his arms, his heart tells him different things, and he doesn’t like it. By staying here with her, he would chance giving up the mission, losing everything he worked toward.

His mind tells him that he is stupid and acting like a fool. His heart tells his mind to shut up. He thinks of Dick, his son, and wonders, briefly, how he is able to do it. Now Nightwing, the hero has managed to have his own city, but at the same time, his own life. His mind briefly strayed to memory of his son announcing his engagement to Barbara Gordon---Batgirl, another one of the few who shared his mission. They are happy, so why can’t he be as well? If they could have a life together, why couldn’t he have one with Diana?

She shifted in his arms, and her breathing changed, a not-so-subtle sign that she was awake. He let her roll away from him, he a small part of him hoped that she wouldn’t leave. She didn’t---instead she turned to him, sapphire orbs meeting his own. She cupped his cheek and kissed him softly. It was a good kiss, and he knew that part of it came from the fact that he was kissing her.

“Go.”

He stared at her confused for a moment, unsure of how to respond. It was no secret that he wasn’t an expert with emotions, or how to deal with relationships.

“You miss Gotham. You miss the streets. Go.” Her voice was hard and serious, almost like a demand.

“The signal isn’t out,” he surprised himself by saying this. She is telling him to leave, and do become the Bat.

“I know, but something could happen.” She smiled, and it was a beautiful smile. “I know you, Bruce. Go.”

“Diana---“

“Go, Bruce.” She kissed him again. “I’ll still be here when you come back…Always.”

He got up from the bed, leaving her behind. But for the first time in a long time, he felt something.

Hope.

Fin.

FIC: The Letter, Rated: K+, Fandom: POTC

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 04:30:58 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the characters involved.

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Title: The Letter

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Rating: K+

Summary: Years after AWE, William Turner III writes a letter to his father.

Author's Note: Spoilers for AWE. SLight mention of character death.

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Father,

It feels strange calling you that. After all, I’ve only ever met you once, and that was for a day. Jack Sparrow was more of a father to me than you were. He at least visited me at least once every year. When I was younger, I found see other children with their fathers, and wonder where my own was. Mother had always claimed you were a sailor. It wasn’t until I was six when she truly told me of your fate. Needless to say, I was amazed. I was a young boy. Who wouldn’t be astounded that his father was the captain of the Flying Dutchman?

When Mother would tell me your stories, I would sit, wide eyed, my imagination painting the pictures of your escapades together. I counted down with Mother the days until your return. I watched the sea, the waves, smelt the salty air. I wanted to be a pirate. I wanted to be you.

And then you returned to us, and my fantasies shattered. You were not the immortal hero I had imagined. You were not the great pirate or swordsman I dreamt of being. You were just a man who had the misfortune of being the immortal captain to the dead. You never spoke of the sea, but of being a blacksmith. You spoke of trivial things, nothing that truly mattered. It was then when I realized the man I had so dreamt about meeting was nothing more than a fleeting image of something that could never be. And when you set out that morning, before the sun rose, I came to a simple conclusion:

My love of you, all that I thought you—no, we— could be, was just a misguided view of hero worship. It dawned on me that I could never love a man I only met once. I knew I could never love the man who made my mother cry every night. I couldn’t love you, because I never knew you. And I never would. That is, unless I died at sea. But I was sure, am sure, that would never happen, because that morning, my fantasies of being a pirate like you were erased.

I missed your second return and feel no regrets. No—that is a lie. I do regret not being there for Mother—for not being there to hold her, to comfort her when you left. I was away, in England, studying to become a lawyer. You should probably know that I accomplished that task. It was also in England that I met Helena Cooke.

She was the librarian’s daughter. She has dark hair, and eyes as blue as the sea. You would appreciate that, I believe. We married, and she is well on her way with our first child. I long for a son, but I tell you now that I will not carry on our family name. There will not be another William Turner. If we do have a son, she wants to name him after her grandfather, James Thomas. Though, if we are given with a daughter, I will love her. Her name will be Elizabeth, which I made clear to Helena. Mother needs to live on in some way, and there would be no greater honor than for my own child to be named after her.

You should probably be aware that Mother is dead now. She threw her body into the sea to be with you. How could you not know? She never gave up on you, even though I did years ago. I am writing this so I can finally make peace with myself. She would have wanted me to. I know it hurt her, once she realized that I never truly loved you. I don’t think I ever can, but it is best you know. Take care of her, Father. She always loved you.

Your son,

William Turner III

FIN

Fic: Teardrops, DC Comics, Rated T

Sat, 30 Jun 2007 04:05:16 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters mentioned in this fic. They all belong to DC Comics, owned by Time Warner.

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Title: Teardrops
Summary: Tim and Cassie talk, or atleast try to.
Rating: T
Characters: Cassie Sandsmark, Tim Drake
Pairing: Tim/Cassie
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The first things Cassie notices when she wakes up is that it is still dark outside and her window is open. She shivers as the cool air blows in, but it isn’t because of the cold—it’s the fact that she knows that her window was closed before she went to sleep. She jumps out of bed, and readies herself for battle, but is till surprised when someone grabs her from behind. She is about to break his arm until he utters, “It’s me.”

“Tim?” She spins out of the intruders grasp to see a Tim—no, Robin—standing before her. “What the hell do you think you are doing? Sneaking into my room? Grabbing me? I could have killed you.”

Normally, she would have been screaming at him, and she wants to, but it’s nearly three in the morning and she doesn’t think her mother would welcome the wake-up call, or the intruder. Whispering would have to work.

“You wanted to talk. Let’s talk.” Robin states this as if it is the most normal thing in the world.

Damn, stupid, Bats. “At three in the morning? Are you insane?”

He shrugs, and Cassie shakes her head. He’s infuriating, and she wants to send him through the wall, but she doesn’t, because Tim is here, and she doesn’t know if she’ll get this chance again. She’s not stupid. She’ll take what she can get. “Okay…talk.”

“You want me to start?” He seems uncomfortable. Good.

“You came here and woke me up. You begin.” She crosses her arms, unaware of the effect it puts on her breasts. Tim seems perfectly aware, however, ever the detective. She huffs when she catches him staring, and hastily throws a sweatshirt that had been discarded on the floor over her seemingly-too-revealing tank top. Tim remains silent. She sighs. “Fine. I’ll give you a place to start. Talk about us.”

“Is there an us?” He seems unsure, something unusual for the boy wonder.

“There’s something.”

“We were emotional distraught and sought comfort from the closest person. That comfort happened to be us kissing. It was nothing more, Cassie.”

“Would you quit with your damn Bat-logic!” Her voices raises, but she tries to lower it. “You sure as hell know there was something more behind that kiss or it wouldn’t be affecting us the way it is!”

Tim frowns, and his shoulders sink. He doesn’t seem happy. “What do you want me to say? That I enjoyed it? That I haven’t even been able to forget about what happened, no matter how much I try? That no matter how much I want to get involved, I know I can’t because you would inevitably be hurt?”

He seems shocked at his sudden outburst, and takes a step back. Cassie reaches out for him, but he pushes her away.

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, Cassie.” He begins to move, but she finally manages to get a good grasp on his arm. Her strength keeps him from moving too far away.

“I think this is why we need talk.” She’s still holding his arm and won’t let go. She doesn’t trust him to not run. “Why do you think I’ll be hurt? I think I’m stronger than that.”

He takes a labored breath, as if he is unsure he wants to continue. There is a long pregnant pause, and Cassie considers giving up on Tim. Then, he speaks. “Haven’t you noticed it?”

“Noticed what?” She is confused.

“Everyone…everyone I get close to dies.” He is shaking, and she realizes he is crying.

She moves toward him. “Tim, that isn’t true…”

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT ISN’T TRUE! YOU KNOW IT’S THE DAMN TRUTH!” He’s angry, hurt, and shouting, but Cassie no longer cares about the noise. She no longer cares about waking her mother. All she cares about is Tim.

“Tim…Tim…”

“My dad died. Stephanie died. Dana, Conner, and…and…Bart.” He’s barely whispers the last word, and if she didn’t have any sort of meta-human hearing, she wouldn’t have heard him. “They’re gone.”

“Tim…that’s not your fault.” Cassie embraces him, and presses her forehead to his to look into his eyes. He crying, and she realizes that she is as well. “You didn’t—“ she hates to say the word, “—kill them. It wasn’t your fault.”

He is shaking. She’s never seen him so vulnerable. “Tim, you need to talk to someone about this! Have you talked to Bruce? Dick?”

She wonders why she’s saying this, because she knows that Batman is never a touchy-feely person, and she also knows that Tim compartmentalizes. She wonders if she’s the first person who her revealed his feeling to. She doesn’t know how that makes her feel.

“Tim…when Conner died…” she chokes on her own words for a moment, “when he died…I had no idea what to do. I joined a cult, but I…got help…Mr. Dibny…he was there for me. I’m a lot better now…It may not seem like it, but I am. You need help. You know what happens when—”

She doesn’t want to think what’ll happen if he doesn’t get help, if he doesn’t talk to someone, but she does anyway, and he somehow realizes this. He angrily pushes out of her arms, and she can see the tears on his face—the tears that his mask can’t hide.

“You think I’ll go crazy, don’t you? You think I can’t handle everything, don’t you?” Cassie has no idea what’s come over him, and trembles slightly. She’s afraid. “Let me guess you think I’ll snap, then try to rewrite history to my own liking, killing my friends in the process and—“

She slaps him, and he falls to the ground. She isn’t sure where this burst of energy came from, but she appreciates it while she has it. “Shut up! Don’t you dare talk like that! That isn’t you Tim! That isn’t you!”

She stares at her as if he’s never seen her before. She tries to alleviate the situation. “Plus, Tim, I don’t think Hal Jordan will appreciate your little allusion.”

Cassie walks towards Tim, and once again embraces him. “I had no idea you were feeling this way.”

She wonders if he’ll once again push her away, but is surprised when he wraps his arms around her waist. “Last year…after the Crisis…I had to get away…I thought pushing you away would make things better…That maybe I could find a way to stop it. Shows how much that helped.”

They collapse to the floor, against the wall, still holding on to one another. It begins to rain, and Cassie can feel the cool water on her skin, blowing through the window. Neither of them move.

“I’m sorry, Cassie. Sorry for everything. I didn’t want to come here.” He flinches when he says this, as if he is afraid of her reaction.

“Then why are you here?” Cassie tentatively asks. She reaches for his hand.

“I don’t know. I was thinking about Conner and my dad. Then Bart. I…needed someone, and I turned up here.” Tim looks down, now embarrassed.

“You came to me? Even after I kicked you through a fence?”

“Yeah. You’re…my best friend.” Tim pulls her closer, warming her skin, shielding her from the rain.

“You’re not completely forgiven, you know.” She knows she needs to tell him this. She’s still angry at him for leaving.

“You’re still not forgiven either.” He states, mirroring her.

The wounds they left each other with were not completely healed as of yet, and Cassie knows it’ll be a long way until they heal. She doesn’t even know if she’ll ever fully forgive him.

But it’s a start.

FIN.

Update and Things to Come

Fri, 29 Jun 2007 19:11:31 GMT

Don't worry, everyone, I'm still alive. Lif'e going well, and I haven't managed to kill myself driving, so things are good. I'm writing again, too, so look out for some of my upcoming fics. Right now, I have a Tim Cassie fic in the works, where they begin to talk about what's going on between them. Things don't turn out too well

She stares at her as if he’s never seen her before. She tries to alleviate the situation. “Plus, Tim, I don’t think Hal Jordan will appreciate your little allusion.”

And speaking of Hal Jordan, the Sinestro Corps War is off to an amazing start. Green Lantern has worked its way up to being my favorite title at the moment, and I'm uber-spsyched about things to come.

Greek Mythology Personality Test

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 03:04:13 GMT

Your Score: Nemesis

33% Extroversion, 100% Intuition, 100% Emotiveness, 28% Perceptiveness

You are a normally quiet person with very strong convictions and a marked activist streak. You have a clearly defined sense of right and wrong, and you like seeing people punished for their transgressions. You are Nemesis, goddess of punishment. You are a champion for the defenseless, you love poetic justice and, if karmic retribution doesn't have its say, then you'll have yours. You are astute, rarely fooled, and idealistic.

Your defining characteristic is your internal and inflexible system of morals. Because of your highly intuitive nature, you possess the theoretical nature required to define those morals, but you sometimes lack the ability to verbalize and expound on them, especially on the more nuanced parts of your worldview. Regardless, you have strong instincts which often prove to be correct, and rather than preaching, you act on them. You don't compromise -- ever.

You can sometimes be a person of great internal stress. You don't have double standards, and so you expect the same of yourself as you expect of others. You might find, sometimes, that you have just as hard of a time in living up to those expectations as the people around you. As a result, you are rarely at peace with yourself, but you're also likely to think of this in a positive light -- you're always forcing yourself to improve, and you avoid making mistakes.

You tend to be a private person, and don't like to talk much about those staunch morals of yours until, that is, they become violated. Once that happens, everyone is going to know exactly where you stand. You have a distaste of nihilism and intellectual relativism that will make you naturally compatible with scientists and certain kinds of philosophers, even if they don't share your activist streak.

Famous People like you: Goethe, Voltaire, Susan B. Anthony, Robert Burns
Similar Personality Types: Prometheus, The Oracle, Hermes, Orpheus
Avoid: Icarus, Dionysus, Agamemnon, Atlas
You may or may not be able to get along with an Odysseus -- it will depend on his/her upbringing.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 99% on Extroversion
You scored higher than 99% on Intuition
You scored higher than 99% on Emotiveness
You scored higher than 99% on Perceptiveness

http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take

Sun, 17 Jun 2007 03:14:01 GMT

So, spirialing from a thread at tv.com, I am posting my rant on the Ron/Hermione ship and the dreaded Ginny-Sue.

For one thing Ron/Hermione would NEVER work. Sure, I admit they have lots and lots of UST, but seriously, they argue way too much. And it's not just arguments, Ron intentionally tries to spite Hermione. It can be seen in Books 1-6. You can't do that in a relationship. You do not intentionally try and hurt the person you care for. Sure, you may say opposites attract, and they do, but they never last. If you saw two people on the street or in school argue like Ron and Hermione do, you wouldn't think that they'd make a 'cute' couple, you rpobably think to keep the two as far away as possible from eachother.

Also, Ron would bring Hermione down, and Hermione would keep Ron at a standstill, or cripple his self-esteem. Hermione strives for the best, while Ron does not. This may be like they'd even eachother out, but as evidenced from the books, not so much. Ron and Hermione do not see eye to eye on what their dreams are. Hermione is an activist, while Ron is not. He doesn't care about the house elves, like Hermione does. Ron stives to be recognized, while Hermione would be happy in the shadows. Ron wants to be in the lime-light, and wants people to notice him. Hermione doesn't. She's more focused on her education. So yeah...I'll make a seperate post for Ginny-Sue.

Now for Ginny-Sue.

She has an amazing Bat-Bogey Hex. One of the best, and she's only 15. She's one of the most popular girls in her year, and is very pretty. Blaise Zabini can even be seen commenting on it, and Pansy even says a lot of boys like her. She gets decent enough marks, we don't see Mrs. Weasley complaining about them. She's even great a Quidditch. She can play Keeper and Chaser! She never gets in trouble either. I don't think she got detention once in Book 6. Oh, and she dated Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.

Sure, shedoesn't sound like a Mary-Sue at all.

But she has a temper, some may say. That's often one of the most popular 'negative' traits in Mary-Sues. And a slight stereotype through the 'thought' that all red-heads have tempers.

Now for my deal with the love potion: Harry showed ZERO interest in Ginny before the book. None at all. He seemed beforehand to look at her like a little sister. Then, out of nowhere, he suddenly takes interest in her, and has a 'chest-monster' whenever she shows up. What the flip? Somehow, Ginny got to Harry, through some way. Probably a love potion. Or she's working for Voldemort, since JKR said Book 6 mirrored Book 2.

Plot Bunnies Needed!

Tue, 05 Jun 2007 04:04:16 GMT

Help?

The plot bunnies have left me, and all I can't write anything decent. I get a paragraph and it all turns to crap. So, anyone have any ideas to throw my way? Maybe something to help inspire me?

Music isn't doing anything like it usually does.

So, help?

What Superhero/Villain are YOU?

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 17:31:53 GMT

Your results:
You are Green Lantern

Green Lantern		85%
Spider-Man		75%
Superman		65%
Supergirl		50%
Wonder Woman		50%
Robin		50%
Hulk		50%
Catwoman		50%
The Flash		45%
Iron Man		45%
Batman		35%

Hot-headed. You have strong
will power and a good imagination.

Me like! ^-^

http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/

Your results:
You are Lex Luthor

Lex Luthor		70%
Magneto		69%
Apocalypse		68%
Dr. Doom		65%
Riddler		59%
The Joker		58%
Poison Ivy		54%
Dark Phoenix		53%
Mystique		50%
Catwoman		45%
Mr. Freeze		44%
Juggernaut		42%
Kingpin		41%
Green Goblin		38%
Two-Face		34%
Venom		29%

A brilliant businessman on a quest for world domination and the self-proclaimed greatest criminal mind of our time!

Click here to take the "Which Super Villain are you?" quiz...

Cynicism's Poison

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 02:04:16 GMT

I came to a new conclusion today, and I'm not sure if I like it.

Remember those days back in elementary school, where we would talk about out 'dreams' and what we wanted to do when we got older. Remember your teachers saying 'anything is possible' and 'if you try hard enough, all you're dreams will come true'. Well, I started to think about that today, inspired by the Pokemon theme song from the television my younger brother was watching. And I realized this: They were wrong. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, what you want won't happen. Technically, anything is possible, but it's also not, if that makes any sense.

For example, Johnny may be the best basketball player in the country, but no one realizes this because he doesn't get any exposure. Wanna know why? Because Johnny may also be the poorest kid in the country, and can't afford to go to any of the camps where the big shot recruits will be. Money plays into everything, and if you don't have enough, you're screwed. Sure, there may be scholarships, but you have to deal with society to get past that.

Some little girl may want to be a scientist, but she lives in a society that won't allow her. Therefore, to be what she wanted to be, she'd have to abandon everything she knows and loves. Her dream of being a scienist may come true, but at what cost? Losing everything she's known and loved? Is that truly having your dreams will come true?

Sometimes societal barriers can be overcome, but most of the time, they cannot. And if you want something past those barriers, you may not always get it. And if you get it, you may lose everything along the way.

The Middle Class gets screwed out of scholarships. The lower class gets screwed out of most of the luxuries people have. The majority of the world is run by America due to global trade, and the small countries pay by that. Not every country is America, or Britain, or even rich enough to talk care of their people. Girls and guys aren't equal. And in today's PC-American-society, it's the white middle class male whom people are becoming racist about. And those societal barriers but a wall around our dreams, and not matter how hard we try, our dreams won't always come true, not matter what the Disney movies tell.

Fic-Starts With Goodbye

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 18:14:07 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters mentioned in this fic. They all belong to DC Comics, owned by Time Warner.

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Title: Starts With Goodbye
Summary: Kory didn't want to be here for this. She loved him first.
Rating: G/K
Characters: Kory Ander, Dick Grayson, Donna Troy, Bruce Wayne
Pairing: Kory/Dick, Dick/Donna
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Starts With Goodbye

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”

Kory remembered the day they announced their engagement. It was December, but she couldn’t remember if it was snowing or not, what she had been wearing or the joke that Gar had unsuccessfully tried to tell her. However, Kory knew she could never forget the emotions that ran raced through her body when the announcement was made.

Her had insides twisted, and she felt sick and dizzy. Everything and everyone blurred around her, except the two people standing before her. Anger and jealousy raged within her. Was that what betrayal felt like? She wanted to fight, scream, punch, anything to let her warring emotions out, but the only thing she could muster was a smile; a lying, twisted smile. She was surprised they bought it, and part of her wished they had not. If they hadn’t, she wouldn’t have been caught up in lies.

She knew they were dating, and knew that she shouldn’t have been surprised when he proposed. However, she was. Part of her was hoping the relationship would fall apart, and he would come running back to her like he’d always done before. But it didn’t, and Dick didn’t come back.

Kory watched them together, and watched how easy it was for Dick to smile, how he held her in his arms, and he kissed her nose and forehead, and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Kory knew she should be happy. Dick was happy, happier than she’d seen him in years. His new relationship brought him that happiness. Dick was on his way to reconciling with Bruce, something that his fiancée had nearly forced him to do.

Kory hated her for that, but she couldn’t help but love her as well…

“…to join together in holy matrimony Dick Grayson…and Donna Troy…”

Kory remembered her wedding to Dick, the one that was never finished, the one that tore apart their relationship. At first, when Dick had proposed, Kory didn’t want to marry him, but it was Donna who had convinced her to do it. Now Donna was the blushing bride, the soon to be Mrs. Dick Grayson. Donna had been her best friend, confidante, the one person she trusted more than anyone, and now Kory couldn’t help but feel spite in her heart whenever her and Donna’s met.

There was always a small part of her that knew Donna loved Dick in way that was more than just ‘brother and sister‘. And Kory also knew that Dick had never gotten over Donna either. She remembered Dick saying that Donna had been his first crush, the first girl to have ever stolen his heart. She thought that whatever feelings Dick had once harbored for Donna were in the past. Apparently, they were not.

She was in space when Dick and Donna first began to date. Kory wondered if it would have made a difference if she had been on Earth. They had been together for six months when she found her way home. They had been the ones to tell her that they were together, not wanting her to find out from someone else. Apparently, they thought it would be easier that way. It wasn’t. It had hurt, but she had told them she was happy for them. She now understood why the people of Earth hid their emotions. It hurt less people that way.

“If anyone wishes to speak out against this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace…”

Kory felt everyone’s eyes boring into her back. She new what the attendants were expecting. Kory knew that she was the emotional one. It was a Tamaranean way. Kory knew that everyone expected her to fall into a fury of emotions, and denounce the marriage. She also knew of the bets that were placed, the ones that told of the upcoming wedding being torn apart by her presence.

In truth, it appalled her. All the rumors, the whispers they thought she could not hear…everything. She truly hated the aspect of seeing Dick with someone else, but he was happy. He was in love. Donna was also different. There seemed to be a weight lifted off of her shoulders, one that had thrust upon her with the deaths of Terry and Robert. Kory knew, not matter how much she wished it could not be, that she could not tear this love apart. It would be wrong. And as much as she hated staying silent, Kory knew she would have hated it more if she tore the relationship apart.

“Do, you Dick Grayson take Donna Hinkley-Stacy-Troy to be your lawfully wedded wife…”

As the minister continued, Kory took a deep breath. This was it. The moment of truth. She knew that a villain or a deranged hero wouldn’t ruin this wedding like it did with her and Dick’s. The security was too tight for anyone to pass through. Bruce had made sure of that.

Bruce…Kory knew he never liked her. Or trusted her for that matter. She knew that Dick’s adoptive father saw her as one of the many things wrong with the ‘meta-human’ superheroes as they often were referred to. She was alien, different, not raised on Earth like Superman had been. Kory knew she could be described as ‘overly-emotional’, something Batman never approved of in the battlefield. He said it endangered people. Sometimes he was right.

Kory wondered what Bruce thought of Donna. He had to feel some distrust for her, he had to. She was the Harbinger to the Universe, knew what would and had happened in history. Dangerous knowledge, in the Batman’s mind. Yet…he now stood watching the wedding, a smile on his face; a genuine smile. He was happy, truly happy for his son. At her and Dick’s wedding, there was a smile on Bruce Wayne’s face, but it didn’t meet his eyes. This one did. Was it because the bride was Donna, or was it that he finally let go of his grudge against the meta human race?

“I do.”

Kory’s eyes fell upon Dick once again. He looked…lost. His body may be physically here, but his mind was not at the wedding. Kory could tell by looking at his eyes, he baby blue ones that were now connected with Donna’s tear-filled ones. He wasn’t at the wedding. He was with Donna, in his own world, where it was just the two of them, happy and in love. Kory could see it, feel it.

He had moved on. He was happy, and nothing would change that fact. He was going to marry Donna, spend the rest of his life with her. He wasn’t going to marry Kory, or Barbara, or Bette, or any of the others he’d ever courted. He had found ‘The One’.

The thoughts stuck Kory, an epiphany at the moment Dick uttered the two words. He had moved on, meaning she needed to now as well. She needed to say goodbye to the past and the feelings she felt now. She could look on with the past with a smile, but nothing more. She had to move on.

Kory only hoped it wouldn’t hurt as much as it would.

Fin.

School's Out for the Summer!

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 02:48:59 GMT

School's out and I am officially a junior! Current GPA: 4.2. Gotta love, AP course! ^_^ Just sixty days of me and whatever I want to do. Not Maxine, Andy, or Jeanine (teachers). It will be amazing.

10 days until I'm 16!

Fic-Make Believe

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 02:17:44 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters involved in this fic.

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Title: Make Believe
Summary: She doesn't think they'll ever last, because good things never do. He thinks differently.
Charcters: Huntress, Question
Pairing: Huntress/Question
Rating: T
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As they lay in bed, she wonders why he’s even here; why he even stays. They’d been together for six months, two weeks, and three days…six months, two weeks, and three days longer than she had ever expected them to last. She’d kept count, wondering when he’d finally be disgusted of her and leave like the rest of them did. But he’s still here, asleep, his arm curled around her waist. She’s thankful that he’s able to sleep peacefully. She, however, cannot. Never could. Not since her family died. He knew her story even before they became involved, and he still fell for her. Delusional-that’s what the others call him. He must be, to fall for her.

She has never told him, but she loves him. Loves him for staying by her, for supporting her. She loves him despite his wild ramblings and conspiracies. But that’s what makes it hurt. She knows that despite the fact that she’s in love with him, they would never last; a candle in a hurricane, doomed from the start. None of her relationships had ever lasted. Why should this one?

She’s never told him about Dick, and how she only slept with him to get into the Bat-Clan. She knows he knows, however. She can tell. She can tell by the way he scrutinizes any of the tabloid articles about Dick Grayson, or how he refuses to go to Bludhaven. He always made up reasons for not going, and she would never probe him. Why should she? It would only drive him away more. But would it have made things better if he had left? Would it save the heartache?

She once told him that he should leave, get out while he still could. He laughed and called her a mystery that he intended to solve. Then he kissed her, and they made love, and everything in the world seemed okay. But it wouldn’t be. Good things never last. Life taught her that. Watching her family die taught her that. She wished he’d left that day, and at the same time, prayed to whomever would listen, begging to have one more day with him. She’s never felt more alone than she feels now, lost in her thoughts. He is there, in her bed, asleep by her side, but she’s still that lost little girl.

His arms tighten around her, and she realizes he’s awake. She turns to him, and he stares back, a smile on his face. She remembered the first time she saw him, what he really looked at. Bruised and bloody, a normal person would have thought he was hideous. She didn’t. She thought he was beautiful. She remembered thinking how his red hair and eyes contrasted with his black hair and faceless features he wore as The Question. She remembered drowning in his eyes -- something so unlike her.

He kisses her, softly at first, and she mirrors it. When they break away, she begins to cry. She curses herself for being so weak. But he doesn’t seem to care, as he thumbs away the tears, a sympathetic smile on his face. He’s an orphan too. He understands what it is like to be alone. But, somehow, he received closure, whereas she did not.

He wraps his arms around her, and whispers that he loves her, that he will never leave. She wants to believe it, she really does. He kisses her again, as if to seal the promise. She cries harder, and he tightens his arms. Then, he begins to speak. He never speaks the soothing words one expects to hear, but he goes on about his latest conspiracies, and new governmental plans to take over the world. She thinks she likes it that way. She stops crying shortly after he starts talking, and he wears a triumphant smirk. She laughs, and it is a real laugh. She never wanted to laugh, but he has a way of making her. He kisses her again, and then tells her he loves her. She still thinks that he’s too good for her. He doesn’t care. He’d stick through it anyway.

FIN

Hello

Sun, 28 Jan 2007 01:42:28 GMT

Hey all. Obviously, considering this is my first post, I'm new here at LJ. I've been a lurker, but I have finally decided to create a profile or whatever-you-call-it for my own personal use. However, so far, I don't think I'm good at it; not yet anyway. But I thought I might as well post something, so now you get the pleasure (or pain) of reading my ramblings.

I like to write, obviously. And if you haven't figured out by now, I use the word 'obviously' an awful lot. Atleast I don't use 'ain't' like many of the rednecks down here in Kentucky do. That gets on my nerves. Though, 'ain't' is in Webster's. It's my own personal goal to wikipedia in the dictionary. I believe that goal will be accomplished someday! (Mwahahahaha)

So, back to my writings. I mainly dabble in DCU/DCAU fanfiction. That being said, I ship Batman/Wonder Woman, Flash/Linda Park, John Stewart/Hawkgirl, Superman/Lois Lane, and Dick Grayson/Donna Troy. My top five favorite heroes in comics are Donna Troy, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Hal Jordan, and Power Girl (Karen Starr). They rock. No question about it.

Other fandoms I love are House and Avatar: The Last Airbender. I love House. And Avatar is surprisingly good and I love the storyline. I ship House/Huddy (Huddy) for House, and for Avatar, I'm mainly Zuko/Katara (Zutara), with a little bit of Ty-okka (Sokka/Ty-Lee).

So, there's a little bit about me. You'll find out later, I promise you that.