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just-dreaming-about · 4 years

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FIRST IMPRESSIONS

This is my first fanfic, sorry if there's grammatical errors English isn't my mother tongue but I'm working on it.

So this is a Spider-Man fanfic that was on my head for some time and now I'm ready to post it.

So here's our protagonist who got caught in her first mission and had to deal with our spider hero. This will be a series of chapters that I don't think would be very long, so enjoy!

That feeling of adrenaline that ran through her body prompting her to keep running, dodging obstacles and not looking back. If she even dared to take a quick look, she would panic and would be lost.

How had it ended in that situation? The mission was clear, the steps to follow were simple, the month of observation necessary for its study was profitable. But everything had gone to waste in an oversight, a simple false step. How could she not have seen it coming? Motion sensors at the ankles, what a shame to fall into that stupidity.

The museum's alarms soon began to sound unbearably sharp, the doors and windows closed automatically, and she found herself without a way out. There was no going back, she tore open the case and took the diamond tiara and put it in the backpack she was carrying as she took out a pick. The back door could only be opened by authorized personnel but would serve as an escape. In two quick turns the lock gave way and she ran up the stairs. Two flights of stairs later she reached the roof of the building when the police began to leave the cars in front of the museum's doors, if she played her cards correctly she could still escape from it.

And then she heard it.

First, a thud that she would hardly have noticed hadn't been for the voice that followed him.

-Wow, a person fully dressed in black, covering his face, on the roof of a building, where the robbery alarm has been given. This is easier than a quadratic equation.

There he was. A painful red and blue and a spider plastered on the suit. Your friend and neighbor Spider-Man in all his glory. But this time he isn't her friend.

And here it's when she started to run.

-How rude! At least introduce yourself! -she heard shout behind her.

She wasn't going to stay for tea and cookies with Spider-Man. She had to hurry to lose track of the superhero and finish her mission. She couldn't fail.

Boasting great parkour skills, she made several jumps to dodge both the webs that were thrown at her and the museum's current pipes, then jump to the next building and continue running.

Of course Spider-Man wasn't going to make it easy.

Soon the arachnid was after her, about to catch her, but in a quick movement she dodged an advertisement poster that the superhero didn't see, as focused as he was on capturing the thief.

-Not pay attention to the environment. Rookie mistake -the hero criticized himself out loud before continuing the chase.

She was already going through the next building when Spider-Man caught up with her and blocked her path.

-Don't make things more difficult, give yourself up and everything will end.

Her hand went to her belt, where a knife was waiting for his moment to spring into action, but she quickly dismissed the idea. Engaging in combat with someone with superpowers could be expensive. Not just for her. The solution was to do a backward mortal and use the emergency staircase to start going down the building.

-Okay, you know how to do very cool jumps but surely you weren't expecting this -said Spider-Man as he showed off his webs to hang himself from the building and do a tackle that left her against the staircase- Now let's get this over with, will you? It is Thursday and I have to wake up early tomorrow. Give me what you stole from the museum and give yourself up.

-Don't even dream of it -she replied, taking a pot from the window to her right and throwing it at superhero's face.

Taking advantage of the distraction, she leaped over the stair railing to land two floors below, in the middle of an alley. She hurried out into the busy streets of New York where she hoped to lose her pursuer.

And that's how we get to the beginning of all this. The adrenaline rushing her to keep running, dodging people down the street and hoping not to be run over as she crossed the streets without looking. Spider-Man swinging between lampposts and buildings to catch her.

She got to Central Park to hide among its lush trees. Spider-Man was swinging from place to place, looking for the thief and surprising tourists who took night walks in the famous park. She released all the air she was hiding and took off the mask, a tousled red mane descended to her shoulders as she unintentionally removed the ponytail that had been made to put on the mask. She left the backpack with the diamond tiara among some bushes and prepared to take her civilian clothes from another backpack exactly like the one she had previously hidden there.

-I caught you, thief! No one can escape Spider-Man.

The voice surprised her so much that she even screamed as she gave an involuntary jump. Their brown eyes met each other's masked eyes and then Spider-Man seemed to lose all his confidence.

-You're a girl? A teenager girl just mocked the high security of a museum? -a long whistle of admiration came from the hero's mask- I really didn't expect it.

-Get lost, Spider-Man- she blurted out as her hand involuntarily returned to her waist where the knife was still keeping for the moment- This is not your business.

-You made it my business by stealing from that museum. Why would a baby like you lose her freedom for a diamond tiara? Did you want to be daddy's little princess?

Faced with his bad jokes, her hand decided to finally take out the knife and wield it in front of her in a defensive posture. Spider-Man raised his hands in response.

-Hey, this may have another ending, believe me.

-Stop talking, Spider-Man! You wouldn't understand.

-Taste me. If you're in troubles, I can help you.

Uncertainty washed over her. One part struggling to believe that there was another way of doing things while the other part resentfully repeated that everything else had failed.

-Get out- she said quietly- Please. I don't want to do this.

-I don't want either. Trust me. I want to help.

Spider-Man was still holding his arms up, slowly approaching. He seemed to be studying the situation but couldn't swear it because of the mask. So she had no choice but to launch herself against the hero. The punches flew both ways, some dodged while others hit squarely, and the knife showed off by cutting the Spider-Man suit in its side with a slight scratch. The hero kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying several meters back and landing her hard on the ground. With a grunt of pain, she sat up bringing one hand to the wounded area of her stomach while the other still holding the knife to defend herself as the superhero slowly approached her.

-I told you this could end differently. It can still end differently.

-It's late! -she exclaimed as her eyes filled with tears, partly from physical pain and partly from her own emotional pain- There is no other way!

-There is always another way! -the hero exclaimed in response- Let me help you. I'm your friend and neighbor, Spider-Man.

-You are not my friend! -half recovered from the kick from before, she launched herself again for the hero hitting him with the knife in the right arm this time- Let me take care of my own problems!

Spider-Man stepped aside to dodge a new attack and then kicked her again, this time on the left side that knocked her down again. Knife lost in the way.

-Listen to me, come on. Why do you use your skills to rob museums? Why don't you use your intelligence to do good?

She spat to the side, releasing the blood that was starting to collect in her mouth because she had hit her nose in the last fall. She didn't know if she had broken it but the adrenaline prevented her from feeling the pain for the moment.

-We cannot all afford to be heroes, Spider-Man- she replied bitterly- Sometimes you have to accept your destiny.

-Destiny sucks -he blurted out skeptically- Each one forges his own fate. Look at me. I hang on the walls! Who would have thought that it would serve a good thing? The thing is, we can all reinvent ourselves and we can always choose the right path. Why don't you let me help you get back on the right path?

As the hero spoke, she had risen again and had pressed a hidden button on her wristwatch discreetly. If she kept the super hero talking, she could take time.

-Spider-Man, don't bother helping me. I'm taking the only possible path I have. You wouldn't understand. From the way you speak, you seem like the typical person who has only known well in his life and who believes that this good can reach others.

-It can! If you let me help you, you would see it too. Return the tiara.

An idea crossed her mind quickly. Spider-Man hadn't seen the change of backpack. So the superhero thought she still had the tiara on her and hadn't noticed the backpack hidden in the bushes a few meters behind him. That she could use to her advantage. She brought a hand to her back, in a protective gesture for her backpack.

-Do you really think there is still salvation, Spider-Man?

The hero, as she suspected, had fallen into his trap. He took a determined step toward her, with an outstretched hand and a soft voice said:

-Yes, I believe it. Let me help you.

At that moment, a helicopter began to be heard with increasing intensity. For the superhero, this went unnoticed, probably thinking it would be the police or the press, but for her it gave her another rush of adrenaline that forced her to think quickly. If she wasn't fast enough, they'd throw her away.

-If I give you the tiara, will you promise me protection? -she asked suspiciously- Do you promise that he won't find me?

-Give me the tiara and we'll talk. Who is doing this to you?

The hero spoke genuinely concerned about the situation, she almost believed that the concern was for her. It almost makes her hesitate. She hadn't met any hero in person but she didn't believe that they would all act like him, perhaps in that aspect she had been lucky to meet Spider-Man. She decided that a half truth would help her escape the situation.

-He's a powerful man, Spider-Man. He forces me to do this to pay off an old debt -his voice broke when she spoke- My father ... I didn't want this to happen.

-Everything will be fine- the hero whispered as he approached her- I promise.

At that moment, the helicopter came close enough to cause a stir with the movement of the blades, the trees were moving almost on the verge of breaking and the garbage from the park was blown up. Spider-Man, finally distracted, received the girl's backpack in the face while she ran to the bushes and took the other backpack from the hiding place.

-What are you doing!? -Spider-Man yelled- I thought we were coming to an agreement!

-Hurry up! -someone yelled from the helicopter.

She slung the new backpack on her back and ran to catch the rope they were throwing at her.

-You can keep the backpack, Spider-Man! -she replied, smiling wickedly.

As the spider hero recovered from the surprise and prepared to throw his webs at the helicopter and the girl hanging from it, the occupants of the helicopter began to shoot. He was forced to dodge bullets to protect the backpack he was carrying and soon the helicopter was out of range. He could only see how the girl finished getting on the helicopter receiving help from the armed men and it disappeared into the distance.

-It looks like this was a half victory, Spidey -he said to himself with resignation.

He opened the backpack and took out its contents; a T-shirt with the symbol of the Avengers, gray jeans and a white bra with lace but no clue of the diamond tiara.

-Oh, come on! This is serious? First the advertising poster and now this. It seems that I am losing faculties-he scolded himself as he closed the backpack and swayed through the streets of New York frustrated by the whole situation.

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Later

The helicopter had stopped at a heliport in a tall building on the other side of New York. His passengers ran down from it and hurried into the building where an elevator was waiting for them. In it was a man dressed in a jacket that was out of keeping with the team of three men wearing black army suits that covered their faces and the girl who dressed as a spy and had wounds on her face and arms. The man in the elevator really was young, probably a few years older than the girl, with blonde hair and brown eyes.

-This isn't going to like him -the man in the suit warned, pressing a button and watching as the elevator doors closed.

The girl dropped against one of the walls, with a grunt of pain. The left hand on the right side as if hugging herself made the pain more bearable and the right hand resting lightly and quickly on the bridge of her nose, causing her own sounds of pain in the process.

- It looks so bad? -she whispered, gesturing in pain again.

-Let's review. You just got one of the items we asked for, alerted the police, caught Spider-Man's attention and let him see your face -he listed almost as if enjoying highlighting the girl's failures as the elevator doors fluttered open. They opened and their occupants began to come out - It would almost have been better if Spider-Man had captured you.

-It won't happen again -she said quickly in a serious voice, she had already stopped touching her nose.

-I hope so -said a man at the end of the hall.

He wasn't an especially tall man, he was actually quite short, wearing an Italian jacket suit and his head was quite large. He was known to many as the Hammer, but she knew him as Sir.

-Sir -she made a respectful movement with her head that only made her dizzy but kept her composure and didn't take her eyes off Hammer- I know there have been setbacks but the mission hasn't been a complete failure. Next time...

-Next time I'll choose better -the gangster cut her off, turning around and starting to walk -The mission hasn't been a complete failure, at least we have the tiara. But now that the museum is on alert it will be more difficult for us to get the other objects. Also, Spider-Man has seen your face, he could recognize you if he sees you on the street. No more missions for you for a while.

A feeling of shame, helplessness and urgency washed over her as she watched the man walk down the hall, followed by the three men who had rescued her with the helicopter. The look of the young man in the suit made her blush with rage but it wasn't noticeable by the amount of dried blood that was in her nose. With effort, she took several steps forward to go after Hammer.

-But sir, if you gave me another chance I would show you that I can do it. It was my first mission, I was nervous. I will not disappoint you again, sir.

The man stopped and with him the men who followed him. The backpack with the tiara was worn by the one closest to the boss. The look of that man left her frozen in place but the words that followed managed to plunge her into misery.

-Oh, I'm not disappointed with you dear. But perhaps your father has another perception of what has happened today. How will you compensate him for what you have caused today?

And with that, Hammer and his minions went down the long hallway until they were out of sight as they turned left. She stood still in her place, rage gripping her as her eyes filled with helpless tears. A hand rested on her right shoulder but she made an abrupt movement to remove it. The movement caused her pain but she simply ignored it. The young man in the suit was looking at her almost with regret.

-There will be another chance -he whispered.

-This was my chance -she mumbled.

She turned and went in the opposite direction that Hammer had gone. She punched the wall, smashing a picture, and kept going.

-Damn Spider-Man! -she cried furiously- Next time it won't be so easy!

The young man in the suit watched her go. He thought that when the anger and shame were gone, she would go to him to heal her wounds, so he sighed resignedly as he went to the room that worked as a hospital for Hammer's henchmen.

-Oh, Thalia... -he sighed again.

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bondsmagii · 5 years

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What’s the scariest paranormal thing that happened to you (that you’re comfortable sharing)? You’re such a great story teller and in this awful month of August spooky vibes are the most bone-deep.

I have a few, but my usual go-to actually has an ask regarding it waiting in my inbox, so when it spits out of my queue you’ll see it anyway! two for the price of one. anyway, for this one I’ll go for another terrifying experience that I haven’t told as often and it still honest to god creeps me out.

in my third year of university, I lived in campus accommodation. the building was pretty creepy-looking as it was: it was quite literally modelled on the buildings of a nearby prison, and said buildings looked like Khrushchev-era Soviet housing. it was split into a bunch of flats, each housing five people in single rooms, a full bathroom, a half-bathroom, and a living room/kitchen area. my room was at the very end of the hall, and the living room door was on the other end, facing the front door. there were no windows in the central hallway, and shortly after I moved in there was a chair just randomly in the middle of the hallway that nobody could account for; it soon vanished just as inexplicably. (this was not too surprising and certainly not as creepy as the place I lived in my fourth year, where I opened my bedroom door after hearing a strange tapping on it, and saw a single red balloon floating down the hallway. I immediately shut the door.)

anyway. this is where we set our scene. at the time of this encounter I had been living there for maybe three months or so; it was the middle of winter and very dark and cold. our flat was on the fourth floor and filled with ill-fitting windows and therefore the wind simply ripped through it, and as a result we spent all of our time in our rooms with the windows duct-taped up. despite the nasty weather, I was and still remain a) a night owl and b) very restless, so I would frequently go out and walk around campus at night in the howling wind, because hey, if I’m going to get murdered by a supernatural entity, I might as well make sure the atmosphere is worthy. my campus was excellent for such things, and my usual walk took me along the foot of a mountain, along the top of a slope looking down onto a loch, and around a castle before heading home.

up until recently, this walk had been uneventful. that had gradually begun to change, and frequently on my way back, I would feel as though I were being followed. it started as a minorly uncomfortable feeling which didn’t really bother me, because I’m quite used to the paranormal and it takes a lot to unnerve me, but soon it began to grow into something unnerving enough that I would sometimes skip out on my walk, and other times when I braved it I would end up running the rest of the way home. there was a security door at the bottom of the staircase leading to my flat, and usually once I got inside and slammed it shut, I would feel better. one night, this was not the case. the feeling of being watched had been the worst yet, and I had actually felt in danger as I had run home. I got through the security door and slammed it shut, but this time it wouldn’t lock. I tried for several seconds, but the lock just would not twist. I gave up and sprinted up several flights of stairs to my flat, and miraculously the front door still locked. I slammed it closed and locked it before backing up to the living room door; seconds later, something slammed itself against the front door and snarled. I could feel something out there. there were several seconds of nothing, and then the presence abruptly vanished.

alright. a little creepy. not the worst thing I’ve ever experienced but what the fuck, you know? I skip out on my walks for a while, and about a week or so later I’m in the kitchen making coffee at 3am, because that’s how I roll. as mentioned, the living room/kitchen door is opposite the front door. there is a wall separating the living room from the kitchen, but an open archway rather than a door. I cannot see the living room door from the kitchen, and said door has a small window in the top which looks out onto the front door. there is no direct line of sight from the hallway to the kitchen, yet as I make my coffee, I can feel something watching me. something is very much staring at me, and it is coming from the hallway right outside the living room door.

now, momma didn’t raise a coward but she did raise a fool. I decide to go and look. I go to the archway and put my head out. the living room door is about three feet from me. and in the window I can see a head. it is very much at first glance a fully-formed head, but it’s not attached to anything. it’s floating there, kind of rotating on the air slightly. the face is that of an old man and he doesn’t seem to have much hair. his mouth is open and moving slightly as though he’s trying to talk. as it rotates around, I see that the freakiest part of this already very freaky apparition is the fact that his neck and half of his face isn’t actually whole. instead it flakes away from him in tatters, kind of like torn fabric. it is, by far, the creepiest apparition I have seen. I’m not entirely sure what to do, because usually I would see something like this and assume it was a residual haunting and therefore not sentient, or it was sentient but not malicious. such a thing would ordinarily make me think that the spirit wanted help, but there was the small issue of the absolute malice coming off this guy. I mean, for a solid forty seconds or so I was rooted to the spot, unable to move because I was convinced if I did, the thing would come through the door and fuck me up. gradually the disembodied head faded away, and I grabbed my coffee and quickly went out into the hall. no sooner had I done so did something throw itself against the front door again, with serious force.

something about all the doors in our flat: they’re all heavy-duty fire doors (aside from, ironically, the one leading to the living room/kitchen). they are super heavy and slam closed on their own, and it’s impossible to knock on them loudly because it hurts a lot. if my housemates or I wanted to knock on one another’s door, the only way we could make a noise loud enough to get attention from inside the room and not break our knuckles was to kick our shoed feet against the bottom of the door (which made a rattling thud) or slap our open palm against it. the front door was made out of this same serious knuckle-destroying material, and whatever was out there was going absolutely ham. the bang was defeaning. the door was literally jumping in its frame. it happened three times -- bang, bang, BANG -- and then the door went still. somehow I managed not to spill my coffee. I stood there, staring at the door, and I once again I was aware that something was standing on the other side. I had had quite enough by that point, so I hauled ass to my room -- which was, as you recall, at the very end of the long, dark hallway (complete with one ominously flickering light shining out from the bathroom). I get to my room and shut and lock the door.

for a moment everything is fine, and then as I step towards my desk -- bang, bang, BANG. those same bangs, on my bedroom door. once again it’s shaking in its frame, and then stops. there’s silence. said silence stretches on for some time, and then I hear a door open. my housemate in the room directly across from me calls out into the hallway what we’re all thinking: “what the fuck was that?”

we all open our doors and confer. it turned out my housemates all heard it too, and understandably were too scared to check what it was. I don’t tell them about the disembodied head, but I do tell them about the weird presence outside the door -- a presence which two of my four housemates have also felt. we theorise for a bit and crack a few jokes to calm down, and then we all go back to bed or, in my case, fucking around online. the next morning (I’m still awake, of course) my housemate across the hall gets up and slaps on my door, and when I open it he points out several deep gouges in the door that were definitely not there when I came back from the kitchen that night. they’re deep, too, and once again, these doors were made strong enough that I’m sure their only purpose in life was to break bones. we could not for the life of us work out what had caused it.

the presence remained by the front door for several nights, until I put salt down across the threshold and also across the doorways of all the bedrooms in the house. the presence vanished from the front door then, but was still felt outside the security door -- which was never fixed, because whenever the lock was replaced it broke again pretty much immediately. I never got chased home again, nor did I see the old man in the hallway either... but that was because I stopped going out of my bedroom during the hour between 3 and 4am, and kept strictly to that rule for the rest of the time I lived there.

#honestly creeped out all over again just typing this up #my creepy shit #creeptastic #long post #anon #asks

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bluesbarnes · 5 years

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Sweet Homecomings (Bucky x Reader)

Pairing: Gender Neutral! COLLEGE STUDENT! Reader x Bucky Barnes.

Genre: FLUFF with a lil Angst.

Warnings: PTSD, also the reader getting (playfully) chased.

Summary: Reader has too much homework and Bucky is not having any of it.

Word Count: 1,185

Author’s Notes: hahahaha soooo it’s been a while. I’m procrastinating my research paper and I love Bucky more than life itself so I wanted to write this thing. I hope you enjoy it :)

After clicking the “submit” button, you let out a breath of relief. Your nightmare research paper was finally turned in and out of your hands. The people from your group were also relieved, and after saying a quick goodbye over skype, you ended the call. The laptop let out the most satisfying click as it closed, taking all the stress of the assignment with it.

As much as you wanted to damn it all and go to sleep, the sun was too high in the sky and there was work to be done.

After an internal debate, you responsibly got some papers out of your backpack while irresponsibly hopping into bed, and began to work. You knew that homework should not be done in bed, but you were willing to give it a rest.

The sun settled over the city skyline, touching the Avenger's tower and casting an intense pink color on your sheets. Engrossed in your work, you didn’t even notice the change in scenery until a very sweaty super soldier walked through the door. Bucky was clad in a black t-shirt, red, nylon gym shorts, and sneakers. His hair clutched the sides of his face in odd directions as hair spilled out from his ponytail onto his temples and neck. He smiled at you. He stank.

“Well, aren’t you the apple of my eye?” you teased. He giggled, setting down his gym bag onto the floor inside your closet. He threw his shirt across the room into the hamper and took his hair out of the ponytail. When he walked towards the bed to give you a kiss and say hello, you laughed and pushed him away.

“Uh-uh.”

“Why?” he smiled, knowing why.

“I’m not kissing you until you’re clean. You stink.”

“Oh yeah?” he teased, his eyes going wide and wild. Although, his smile betrayed him, along with his booming laughter as he chased you from the bed and out of your shared bedroom door. The two of you ran around like children, ducking behind couches and counters and tables. He chased you up and down the stairs and around the counter until he finally trapped you in the kitchen, grabbing you and setting you by the kitchen sink. You struggled and failed to get out of his grip.

“Jaaaaames! Let me go!” You laughed.

He hugged his arms around your torso and buried his sweaty head into the crook of your neck.

“NOOOO! Get off me, stinky man!!”

He obliged, but not before placing a kiss onto your cheek near the corner of your lip. “I love you, doll,” he chuckled. “I want to spend time with you.”

He had just gotten back from a mission the day prior; a pretty nasty one, at that. Followers of Proxima Midnight and Thanos’s mission created more Outriders and got a hold of several city blocks in Chicago. Steve, Bucky, and Sam went to take care of it, but it was out of control by the time they got there: the infestation taking up almost half of the city. Several more Avengers had to fly in for backup. Bucky had to fortify the whole Central and North Side areas by himself until the backup came. What was supposed to be a three-day fight turned into an all-out battle, lasting three weeks. Even though it had been several years since the dusting, you could tell the toll it had taken on Bucky when he came home the previous night.

You were sitting on your couch with a blanket, trying to distract yourself with a Christmas movie. Distracting yourself from the fact that you can’t call him; the fact that he didn’t come home for Thanksgiving; the fact that he may never come back for Thanksgiving again.

This thought ran through your head at the exact same moment that Bucky came through the door: cut up, bruised, exhausted, and puffy eyed. You held him that night. Fixed his wounds. Listened and relived the moments inside the soul stone and on the Chicago streets.

Working out distracts him. It also makes him feel safer to think that he can punch one more time, get up another time more if he builds up his endurance. It’s his coping mechanism.

You didn’t want to think about how hard he had worked out as you wiped the sweat from his brow and returned his kiss. “And you’ll get to spend time with me... as soon as you shower.”

“Say you love me first.”

“You know I love you,” you assured him. “By the time you get out of the shower, I’ll be done with my work and we can hang out.”

He entered the bathroom just as you hopped back into bed, the intense pink color of the sunset long gone. The sun was almost below the skyline as you sat down and got back to work. By the time Bucky was done, you still had a few papers to finish.

“What’s this?” He questioned, leaning on the doorframe, crossing his arms.

You were sat cross-legged under your covers with your textbook open, along with several papers scattered across the duvet. “Um... home... work?”

“You said you’d be done,” he pouted.

“Just a few more minutes and I’ll be done, I promise.”

“Okay, fine. But that better be three minutes on the dot; not ‘a thirty minute’ few minutes,” he said, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

Ten minutes later, Bucky was done waiting.

When he entered the room again, he wore a pair of fleece pants and a fitted t-shirt. “You said a few minutes,” he said with the most intense pout known to mankind. Crushing all of your papers, he hopped into bed with you.

“Buck!”

He successfully crumpled every single paper on your bed, cuddling up to you. He rested his head on your thigh and held both of your hands. “You’re so warm,” he sighed into your hands as he kissed them.

“Can I just finish three more questions?”

“No.” He got up and put all of your destroyed papers and textbooks on your desk and pulled you by the arms out of bed. Your verbal protests betrayed your actions, letting him pull you all the way to the living room.

He dropped your arms. You held his face in your hands and kissed him. “I love you. I’m sorry I was so engrossed in my work.” He snuggled his face into your right hand. His beard tickled your palm.

Again, you kissed him. Again. Harder. The pair of you stood there for a moment, enjoying each other’s company.

“I don’t know if I say it too much or not enough, but I love you, Bucky.” You took your hand off of his face and held his metal hand in yours, enjoying the cold surface on your warm hand. With his hand in yours, you led him to the couch. As soon as you had a blanket on top of you, Bucky melted into you. The TV began to play the Christmas movie from the previous night, and you were glad he was by your side.

I haven’t written in so long so I’m sorry if this sucked lmao

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lovemesomerafael · 5 years

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EL AMOR TODO LO PUEDE Chapter 4: It’s Not What You Think

You can read earlier chapters here: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

The morning was hectic before anyone’s coffee had even kicked in, and it was obvious that Sergeant Voight was in a mood. His assistant was usually able to stay on his good side regardless of his mood, but today was an exception. He’d already thrown Laura out of his office and barked at her twice.

Jay Halstead bustled up the stairs into the bullpen. “Anybody seen Mouse?”

As it turned out, no one has seen the unit’s tech guru that morning. The team was just generally discussing where he might be when Voight came out of his office and took a stance near the whiteboard, arms crossed and legs wide, clearly agitated.

“Mouse won’t be comin’ in today. He’s been suspended. Indefinitely.”

Every member of the team reacted differently, but all reacted out loud. Mouse had a history, but he had been squeaky clean since joining the team, and the psychological wounds he had brought home from Afghanistan seemed to have less hold on him every day. And the unit needed him. Intelligence relied heavily on all the technology they used, and there didn’t seem to be anything Mouse couldn’t do. Besides all of that, flaky as he seemed at times, Mouse was just plain likeable. Halstead’s voice cut through the general clamor.

“Wait, what? What happened? How come I didn’t hear anything about this?”

“Last night, I got a call from Commander Fitzgerald over at Central Command,” Voight growled. “Apparently, they’ve been looking into data traffic coming out of this district. Something was off about the volume going out of here – we were shipping five times the data of any other district. So they started digging. It ain’t good. Apparently, somebody loaded some very nasty spyware into our system. It’s been sending out copies of everything we’ve done - every email, every report, everything - for the last three weeks. And here’s the thing. They were able to pinpoint the computer that uploaded it.” Voight walked across the room and slapped his hand down on Mouse’s desk. “This one.”

Halstead stood up from where he’d been sitting on his desk. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you telling me that you think Mouse did this? ‘Cuz there’s no way.”

“Hard to ignore the obvious, Jay.”

“Sarge, that’s insane. You know Mouse. There is no way this is him. So it’s his computer. That doesn’t mean anything. Anyone could’ve used it to upload that spyware.”

“Well, look,” Erin Lindsay said from her desk. “Maybe we’re asking the wrong question here. This spyware, it sends everything we do on our computers somewhere, right? So who’s getting this data?”

Voight’s lips twisted in frustration. “They’re still figuring that out.”

Halstead stepped closer to Voight, getting unwisely up in his face. “So we know squat, other than whose computer was used, and that’s enough to fire Mouse? That’s completely jacked, man. He’s been an absolute asset from the moment he got here, and he is completely loyal. You know that.”

“Watch it, Jay. He’s your friend, I get that. But computer guy, computer crime, spyware uploaded from his computer… I’m not taking chances.”

Laura agreed. “You know, I really gotta pile on with Jay here, Sergeant. Me and Mouse, we work pretty closely together. And I’ve never seen anything to suggest he’d do something like this.”

“Yeah, all right,” Voight said, a bit quieter now. “Well, until we know who did this, he stays gone.” He turned away and began to walk back to his office. Laura stood up, leaning on her desk toward him as he came toward her, her eyes flashing with irritation.

“Hey! Don’t pat me on the head! I got no dog in this fight – he’s not my best friend. But I do spend a lot of time with him. While you guys are out in the field, we’re here. All day, every day. I know this guy. I can see what he’s doing most of the time. And I am telling you, this is not him."

For a moment, everyone in the room held their breath.

“Everybody take a step back!” Voight shouted. “Somebody got into our computer system and they’ve been watching everything we do for the last three weeks. I am not gonna tolerate somebody spying on us in my house, and I am not gonna give the number one suspect a chance to cover his tracks! I need you all to be thinking like cops right now. Fitzgerald is gonna be here any minute for a briefing and I don’t want to hear any more about Mouse. Is that clear?”

**************

Commander Fitzgerald’s briefing was tense. “So what it looks like, at this point, is that the data was shuttled through a series of servers. We followed it to an offshore commercial cloud storage, and that’s where we lose it. We’re still working on picking the trail back up.”

Halstead stood in the back of the room, fuming. He kept his arms crossed and eyes closed, head tilted toward the ceiling. Since the Commander had begun ten minutes before, he’d let loose several disgusted noises and impatient sighs. Finally, he hit his limit. “This is ridiculous. All due respect, Commander, but this is exactly the kind of thing Mouse is great at. He’s like a bloodhound, and nobody knows our system like he does. He should be the one chasing this down.”

Voight’s voice was dangerously low. “Jay. I’m not gonna tell you again.”

Halstead said nothing, but the vein pulsing at his temple and his clenched jaw spoke volumes. He and Voight stared one another down.

Al Olinsky scratched his head, looking at the Commander. “So what do we think these guys were after with this? Inside information on an investigation? Information on C.I.s?”

“We don’t know at this point,” the Commander responded. “But we will. Before we dug out the spyware, we uploaded some dummy files. Fake leads in all your ongoing investigations, fake C.I.s., and a bunch of other stuff. All designed to make whoever it is want to act on it.”

“So all we need to do is sit back and wait for the bad guys to take the bait,” Olinsky finished for him.

“That’s the idea.”

Voight took the floor at that point. “Well, we ain’t just going to wait around. I want to know who’s spyin’ on us. I want all of you beating the bushes, talking to your C.I.s. Get out there and find out if anyone’s talking. Laura, I want you working with the tech lab, following that data. I want to know who sent it, and where it went.”

“I’ll do what I can.”

***************

As Laura sat scowling into one of the screens attached to Mouse’s computers and Adam Ruzek and Jay Halstead worked at their desks, Voight stormed into the bullpen. He stopped to hover over Laura like a vulture for the third time in an hour.

“Anything?”

“Well, Sergeant, I’ve been able to figure out how the spyware worked, and identify everything it copied. But as far as where it came from, so far, all I’ve been able to do is rule a few things out.”

“Great. So we know where it didn’t come from. I need to know where it did.”

“Yeah? Well, you know who could do this a lot faster?”

Voight crowded even further into her space, scowling in a way that had intimidated many hardened criminals. “Hey!”

“Sorry. But look, this is computer forensics and data tracking. Not my area. If you tell him I said this, I’ll deny it, but I just can’t do what Mouse can do.”

“Well, keep going. I want these guys. Plant a worm in our system, steal our data? Somebody’s gonna fry!”

Laura and Jay exchanged a look as Voight stormed off.

She raised her eyebrows. “He’s out for blood.”

“Yeah,” Halstead agreed. “Mouse’s blood. I’m starting to think this is about more than just somebody hacking our system.”

Ruzek walked over to Halstead’s desk. “You think this could be about Jin?

“Yeah, I do. Voight sure was quick to assume the tech guy had to be responsible. I’m not sure he’s seeing clearly on this.”

“That ain’t good. Look what happened to Jin.”

“Yeah…” Jay muttered.

Laura looked from one to the other. “Someone wanna clue me in?”

“Before your time,” Halstead told her. “Sheldon Jin. The tech guy before Mouse. He hacked Voight’s computer and helped a guy try to set him up. Ended up dead.”

**********

Laura took a breath, squared her shoulders, and knocked on the scarred door in front of her. She wasn’t sure about what she was doing, but she and Jay had decided it was the only way. She only hoped Mouse would agree and cooperate. When he opened the door, he looked as rough as she‘d ever seen him, which was saying something, given the shape he’d been in when they’d met.

“Hey. What… what’s goin’ on?”

“I need to know that you didn’t do this.”

He narrowed his eyes and his lip curled. “Really? You, too? I can’t believe this! What’d I ever do - Look, you know I wasn’t doing too great when Voight gave me that job. I owe him. I would –“

She spoke right over his tirade. “Because I think I believe you.”

He stopped mid-word.

“Look at me.” He turned his bright blue eyes on her and simply watched as she moved closer to him and looked into his face. “Did you plant that spyware?”

“No. I did not plant that spyware.”

For a few moments, they stood there in the doorway, Laura looking into Mouse’s eyes until she finally nodded, mostly to herself.

“OK,” she sighed. She reached into a pocket of her slacks, pulled out a flash drive, and held it out to him.

“What is this?”

“It’s what you think it is. Upload it and give me fifteen minutes to get back to the District. I’ll call you on your cell.”

Laura turned to go and took a few steps down the hallway.

“Hey, Laura…” She turned around. The sad hope in his eyes broke her heart. “You know this is a crime. You get caught, it’s not just your job. You could go to jail. Not to mention what Voight’ll do to you.”

“Yeah. I know. So please, please be who I think you are.” She gave him as much of a smile as she could manage, given the situation. “I’ll call you.”

*************

Once again, Laura found herself at Mouse’s desk. She fired up his computers and adjusted a Bluetooth in one ear, looking around to make sure she wasn’t being observed. The team was all out at a crime scene, but there were people everywhere in a working police station. She surreptitiously dialed a cell phone sitting on the desk.

“It’s me,” she whispered. “Got it loaded?”

Mouse, working on a much more complex computer setup in his living room, spoke into his own headset. “Yeah.”

“All right. What do you need?”

“Just get me into the system. I’ll take it from there.”

“Got it.” She clicked around for a while. “OK, you’re in.”

“Stand by. Let me know if anybody gets too close, cuz it’s gonna be obvious you’re not the one driving.”

*************

Half an hour later, Laura was still at Mouse’s computers, still on the phone with Mouse. She was looking intently at the screen, tracing something with her finger.

“Yeah, I see it. Not sure what I’m looking at, though.”

“That’s the actual code behind that email. See that section where the cursor is? That shouldn’t be there.”

“So you think this could be how the worm got in? Behind the email? In the code?”

”Could be... Let me figure out what this does…”

“What’s this little goober here? The thing that looks like a starfish.”

“I dunno yet. Maybe nothing.” He continued looking at the code for a minute, then got a shock as a wall of code began scrolling past his eyes. “Hey, what’d you do?”

“I clicked on it. Oh, man… are you seeing this?”

“What did I tell you about… Holy crap, Laura. That’s the worm.”

Laura made a disgusted noise. “Of course. It was just a junk email. He knew you’d be too smart to open any attachment. But what do you do with junk mail? You delete it, right? And that’s what triggered it. It was you that inserted the spyware, but not intentionally. All you did was delete a junk email.”

“You delete an email, it doesn’t show up anymore. Kinda like arson, where the accelerant burns up? If Central hadn’t found the worm in time, that email would’ve been over-written.

“That’s diabolical.”

“Well, I’m glad you approve.”

In their respective locations, they both smiled.

“Listen, Mouse, I got it from here. We got the IP address it came from. All I gotta do now is trace it. You get out. And get rid of that stick.”

“Roger that. You be careful.”

“I will.”

******************

Later, Laura sat at her own desk, talking rapidly and anxiously on the phone.

“It’s 4330 Northeast Cicero. You need me to text you directions?” She listened to the response.

“Yeah, you got it.” She began clicking keys on her keyboard at a furious pace. “By the way, Kevin… I can’t get a hold of Voight. He’s not answering his phone. You heard from him?”

Atwater’s voice came through the phone headset she wore. “Nah, I haven’t heard from him. Haven’t seen him since this morning.”

“OK. I’ll keep looking. Let me know when you got Baldwin.”

She clicked a button on her phone, thought for a moment, then clicked another few buttons, dialing the front desk.

“Hey, Sergeant Platt, I got the team rolling to pick up a suspect, and I’m trying to track down Voight. He checked in with you today?”

“Yeah, he was headed over to Mouse’s place. Said something about wrapping up the spyware thing.”

Laura’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “Oh, no…”

She quickly recovered and said a hasty “Thanks, Sergeant” into her headset, then ripped the headset off. She jumped up from her desk, grabbing her purse from a bottom drawer and leaving the drawer hanging open as she tore across the bullpen to the back stairs.

“No, no, no, please, no …” she muttered breathlessly as she ran.

**********

Laura, in a squad car she was going to catch hell for comandeering, came to a screeching halt right in front of Mouse’s apartment building. She threw the door open, heading for the front door of the building at a dead run, then hurtled up the stairs toward Mouse’s apartment. To her dismay, the door was standing open. She rushed in, coming upon Voight, who held a gun on Mouse as he lay bleeding on the floor against a wall of the living room. Voight had obviously attacked him and thrown him there.

“No!” Laura screamed. “Sergeant, no! It wasn’t him!”

Heedless of the gun, she ran across the room to get down on the floor and check on Mouse. When she saw that he wasn’t seriously hurt, she remained in front of him and turned around toward Voight, holding one hand out as if to ward off a blow. She kept the other hand on Mouse’s chest.

“Sergeant, don’t do this,” she panted.

“Get out of the way, Laura. You don’t want to be part of this.”

“This is not Sheldon Jin!”

Voight looked at her strangely, but stopped talking.

“Sergeant, you’re looking at Mouse, but you’re seeing Jin. And it’s got you thinking crooked. Jin screwed you over, I get that, but Mouse didn’t do this! And I can prove it.”

“Move. I’m not gonna ask again.”

Laura was breathing hard and talking fast. “It’s somebody named Jack Baldwin. You put him in Stateville five years ago.”

“Baldwin?”

“I can prove it. I’ll show you. The footprints are there, it just took us a while to find ‘em. Trail leads straight back to Baldwin. The team’s picking him up right now. Sergeant, you want to be there. You know Halstead. This guy framed Mouse, and you know how he feels about that. I don’t know what he might do to him. Please. You need to be there.

Voight hesitated, slowly made a decision and lowered his gun.

“Yeah, all right. I’ll go get Baldwin. But I will deal with you back at the District. Both of you. I get back and you’re not there, you better keep runnin’.”

“We’ll be there. Go. I texted you the address and directions.”

Voight looked at them for a moment longer before turning and striding out the door. Laura relaxed and rolled from her crouch to sit on the floor next to Mouse. She swept his hair away from a bleeding wound on his forehead.

“You hurt bad?”

“I’ll live. Did you just get between me and a bullet?”

She laughed a little, looking uncomfortable. “Yeah, I guess I did. Not the smartest move I ever made…” She indicated his wound. “This looks pretty bad. You got a first aid kit?”

They helped eachother up from the floor and went into Mouse’s bathroom, where Laura had him sit on the edge of the sink while she stood in front of him, bandaging the wound.

“All right. That’s as good as I can do. Shouldn’t leave much of a scar.”

His expression was serious as he looked into her face. “Hey. Thank you. For believing me.”

Laura cocked her head and gave him a crooked smile. “You realize this means we’re friends now.”

Mouse smiled down at her, giving her a look that quite literally made her stop breathing.

“I can live with that.”

She was dumbstruck, and began to lean in toward him, unable to resist. She caught herself, shook her head a little, and began to babble. ”Right. Well. Let’s get back to the district.”

“Let me just change my shirt,” he said, indicating a smear of blood on the one he was wearing.

He headed out toward the bedroom. She followed him in a daze, walking directly into the door frame. She took a step back, squared her shoulders a little, took a step to the side and went out the door.

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Ghosts of the Barossa: The North Kapunda Hotel

The North Kapunda Hotel was built in 1848 by the North Kapunda Mining Company. ‘The Northern Arms Hotel’ as it was then called, was a small single-story hotel situated on Franklin Street Kapunda, the first publican was a man named John Bickford.

James Crase: 1879 - Photo SLSA: B76601

In the early 1850s the hotel was sold to a local butcher, James Crase. Mr Crase was a wealthy local man with big dreams for the town of Kapunda. He also had big plans for his newly purchased hotel. His first step in changing the hotel was a rebranding from the Northern Arms Hotel to The Garland Ox Hotel. In 1865, Crase invested heavily in his hotel, expanding the basement area, and building the second story of the hotel, which also linked the previously built miners quarters at the rear (now referred to as the “Hallway From Hell”, but once known as the Bachelors Hall). The new hotel featured the most expensive kitchen in Australia at the time, located in the basement, which now also had living quarters and a rainwater tank. Upstairs now contained a living area for the Crase family, a new meeting room known as The Commercial Room, and hotel and display rooms for travelling salesmen. Crase also built a new two-story building at the rear of the hotel that could house banquet dinners and roller skating, as well as a small bowling alley. Mr Crase sold the hotel in the early 1880s, but not after dealing with much controversy, with members of his staff caught selling alcohol outside of hours, prostitution, and gambling in his establishment. Later owners were also caught doing similar things, and in 1923, under the ownership of Mr Pearce, the hotel lost its liquor licence for a year. To survive, the downstairs and rear accommodation served as a brothel.

Basement North Kapunda Hotel 2009: Photo by WISPA Paranormal

The Hotel has seen numerous deaths in its 165 plus years of service, including scissor grinder Martin Jansen who choked to death in the ground floor Parlour. Henry Binney Hawke, a very well respected man in Kapunda, who died in the billiard room of the hotel after suffering a heart attack. Joseph Caddy, a local music teacher and a politician who died of natural causes in an upstairs bedroom. In 1912 Mr Henry Fairclough, publican of the hotel for 14 years became very ill, and by November of that year had been confined to his bed as his condition worsened. On Monday 17 November 1912, Henry Fairclough lost his battle with illness and passed away in the upstairs bedroom he shared with his wife. Dennis Horgan, was publican of the hotel from 1913 until 1919, then again in 1925. Horgan died from a heart attack in the hotel in December 1925 in an upstairs room he shared with his wife. Other deaths reported include that of servants, at least two young prostitutes, a travelling salesman, and at least 3 young children. The North Kapunda Hotel was featured in the 2000 Documentary “Kapunda: Most Haunted Town in the Western World”, in episode 7 of Haunting: Australia, and in 2015 gained international attention when tourism website Travel MSN listed it as the 8th most haunted bar or pub in the world!

The hotel has numerous ghost stories, too many to cover here – so here are a few of my own personal experiences from investigating and visiting the hotel from 2009 until now.

I had many ghostly experiences in the hotel after tours and on private investigations, but the most memorable for me happened one night after a tour. As the last guests were leaving. Karen and I were doing our “after-tour” walkthrough, to lock up the hotel and make sure no-one had been locked inside. As I went to close the tour room door, I turned and saw a young girl, I would estimate around 7 years old, standing in the hallway looking at me. She didn't appear “ghostly”, she looked like a real little girl, except her clothing was very old, much like a pinafore, similar in style to the clothing actress Shirley Temple would've worn near the beginning of her movie career. My first instinct was that someone’s child from downstairs had somehow gotten upstairs. The girl suddenly turned and ran towards room 1, a room we have now dubbed “The Nursery Room”. I quickly followed, knowing she was trapped as I had just locked from the outside the only other exit door to the rooms she was running toward. I made my way down the hallway, into the Nursery Room, the Dressing room and back into the Drawing room, to find no-one in there at all. I checked the windows, locked from the inside, I checked under the bed, nothing. This ghostly young girl did not glow, she was not misty, nor did she have any of the other attributes we associate with spirits or ghosts. She looked as real as my wife who was waiting for me at the top of the stairs in case the girl came back that way – it was an unusual encounter, but not the last time I would encounter this little girl. The Nursery Room proved to have other spirits. One spirit manifested and was witnessed by a young man, who during the evening, had thought it would be funny to jump out and scare other tour guests, little did he know, the spirits were about to do the same to him. As he came into the Nursery Room the back way through the Drawing Room, he stepped through the threshold of the Nursery Room door and witnessed a partially manifested spirit of a woman standing behind the door. This young man had been sceptical all night, but this incident changed his whole perspective. It was also in this room a man was groped by a ghost on the backside, which also happened to another gentleman in the Hallway to Hell, one of the flirtatious prostitute spirits perhaps?

The Commercial Room on the first floor also proved to have several spirits, although these ones are passive, and at least one seems to be a residual haunting and not an intelligent haunting. It was in this room the tours originally started, and on one tour, a guest pulled me aside to let me know a man had been standing next to me the whole time I had been speaking. She described him as wearing a suit, about the same height as me, very thin, and amused and puzzled as to why I was standing in the hotel talking about ghosts. It was in this same room on another night, a young woman witnessed the spirit of a man, standing in the far corner facing the wall, looking rather morose and staring at an old tapestry that has hung on the wall for over a century. Another spirit was that of a man who has been witnessed standing in front of a window looking out into the Main Street below, transfixed by what he was looking at. In his right hand, he was continuously opening and closing a pocket watch chained to his inner pocket. On a tour, a young lady who went into the Commercial Room and witnessed this apparition, but it wasn’t until she entered the front bar and saw the mural of Sir Sidney Kidman it dawned on her who she had just seen!

During the filming of Haunting: Australia, paranormal guru Gaurav Tiwari and I set up several ghost hunting devices given to us by Jason Dickson of Apparition Technologies. We placed REM Pods (a device that emits an electromagnetic field from an aerial, that if a spirit comes close to, will set off a warning alarm and coloured lights) as well as voice recorders, EM Pumps (a device that emits a very strong electromagnetic field thought to attract spirits) and Vibration Detectors in the downstairs hallway basement, a large side room that was once bedrooms, originally for the cooks, but eventually used by prostitutes. Whilst standing in the basement, a room once used to store dead bodies, kegs of rum and kegs of beer, we began to ask if there was anyone present who wished to communicate with us. It didn’t take long to get an answer. I was standing where I could see into the downstairs hallway to watch if the lights on any of the devices were turning on, all of the sudden, I saw a young girl, no more than 7 years old, walk into the dimly lit hallway, and into the doorway of the room Gaurav and I were standing in!

Without hesitating (or thinking) I chased after her to find out who she was. She ran into the hallway and turned left into the arched hallway that led to the former basement bedrooms, an old decrepit room with damaged floors and no ventilation. Gaurav was following quickly behind. There was nowhere for the girl to escape too, but she was not to be found in the room. Whilst standing in the room, we noticed a small window that looks into a smaller room, which in turn has a doorway back into the hallway. Gaurav noticed some movement, so we ventured back into the hallway. At this point, the cameraman’s batteries failed so he radioed back to central control to get a go-fer to bring down a fresh battery for him. As he did this, Gaurav who had turned to look back into the bedrooms noticed a large shadow jump across a doorway, which startled him enough to drop a few swear words! We re-entered the room, whilst Mick, our cameraman waited in the hallway, just as we entered the bedroom, Mick heard our REM pods going off and thinking it was the runner with the battery turned to say thanks, only to notice no-one there! In the next few minutes, things really picked up. Gaurav and I raced into the hallway to see all our REM Pods and Vibration meters lit to full, every light in the basement, including our torches and camera lights suddenly drained completely and we were left in the total pitch black. At the same time, Mick got a call over his headset to get the hell upstairs as the producers thought Ray may have had a heart attack in the Hallway to Hell. The three of us, in pitch black, found our way out of the basement hallway, and onto the stairs that lead back up to the ground floor hallway, only to find the metal bar doors locked. Just as we got to the top we saw Field Producer Lucy Connors and a camera crew walking backwards. Ian and Rayleen passed us supporting Ray and were heading into the beer garden. I tried the metal-bar door again, and suddenly it unblocked, and we were free of the basement! We followed them outside not knowing exactly what had happened. Ray was very pale and did not look good, he was crying and slouched over. Ian performed an exorcism on him. Ray was vomiting and pale and looked very unwell, but not long after Ian started his exorcism, Ray suddenly looked a lot better, got up, and left the beer garden to go back into the break area and away from the hotel. As Ray left, Rayleen was very suddenly and very vocally saying the Lord’s Prayer at break need speed, as she was overcome with whatever had just left Ray. Gaurav performed a cleansing ritual on her, and soon she too left to go into the break room and recover, with Ian following closely behind to make sure they were both OK. This left Gaurav, Robb and me standing in the beer garden wondering what had just happened. Without hesitation, Robb told Gaurav and me to go upstairs and find out what was going on. Considering neither of us are psychics, it probably wasn’t the smartest move, but we're paranormal investigators, right? Fearless to the end and go where Angels fear to tread. To lighten the very heavy feeling the hotel now had upstairs, Gaurav and I began to crack jokes about just how tough and manly we are. We then entered The Hallway to Hell, which felt very different from how it did earlier in the night, much more foreboding, but much more “alive”. It took only a few seconds for things to start to happen, within minutes of being in the hallway I witnessed a full-bodied apparition of a woman dressed in a period dress that I could only describe as from the “Victorian” era. The Dress was black and lacy, the woman was very white in the face, red full lips, but had a very sad look to her demeanour. She walked backwards into room 11, and I released a number of swear words in disbelief of what I was seeing with my own eyes!! (the edit on television was a few seconds, in reality, my swearing probably went for a few minutes).In the next half-an-hour, Gaurav and I experienced 3 gunshot sounds, they were clear and very, very loud. The first, in room 11, was right after seeing the mysterious woman disappear into the room, it came from the air in the centre of the room and echoed throughout the room. I suggested later during our reveal filming at the Old Kapunda Courthouse, that the noise may not have been a gunshot at all but could have been the sound of what psychics and mediums call a “portal” snapping closed as the spirit returned to her own realm. We heard the next shot only a few minutes later in room 12, which is the room in which Ray was partially possessed and fell to the floor. At the time we didn’t realise his voice recorder was still in the room recording. Later we would find out Ray had captured an EVP of someone saying, “hates blue eyes”, it also contained the gunshot sound we heard in the room. As we re-entered the hallway, I heard footsteps, so we turned to look in the direction they came from, as we did so, a stone was thrown at us. Next, we entered room 13, where we thought the footsteps had gone, only to hear another, and the loudest of the gunshot noises for the evening. This is also around the time Gaurav took a photo that he claimed later, looked like a shadow person standing on the stairs leading out of the hallway. In the reveal, I declare that I cannot see what he was talking about, and I honestly could not at the time see anything resembling a person in his photo, but a few months later, after filming, I would see for myself a shadow person in the Hallway to Hell right where Gaurav had claimed to capture his photo. As a side note, the Haunting Australia episode featuring The North Kapunda Hotel rated first place on Foxtel as the most viewed show the night it was broadcast, beating “The Walking Dead” and other popular shows – so on behalf of all of the cast – thank you to each and every person who watched the episode and supported the show. Another very important thing that happened whilst filming Haunting: Australia which was never aired, occurred to my wife Karen and to “psychic bad-boy” Ian Lawman. Ian was in the basement under the front bar when psychically he picked up on a poker game being played. He described the gentleman running the game and even got his name and a few attributes associated with him. My wife worked in the hotel in 2009, and knew the name of the person as a former publican, but didn’t know anything about him. So, Karen made a phone call to her former boss who ran the hotel in 2009 and asked her if she knew anything about this man, who was named “Charlie”. As it happened, she did know him, and confirmed everything Ian said, even down to his description, his dog and the poker games!

Karen was subsequently interviewed as a witness for the show, in a portion that would have confirmed Ian's psychic abilities, that was for reasons unknown to the cast, entirely cut from the episode, which was a great loss for the viewers as it would have proved that Ian does actually have psychic ability (even if he is a scaredy cat and runs from some of the ghosts!) I may at some point reveal more about ghostly goings on in the North Kapunda Hotel, perhaps in a book.

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reylosource · 6 years

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Number 26, destroy meeeeeee 😭

This one had several requests as well, hope you enjoy! =) Thanks again. This one is a little long(er) so it’s under a read more.

Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

"Ren, you know the Kenobi girl?" Hux asked nonchalantly as they sat at the conference table in the Partners' lounge.

Kylo tensed at the question - it seemed innocent enough, but with Hux nothing was ever one dimensional. He always had an angle. "No, should I?"

Hux sniffed a little at the casual response, "One of the first years, straight off the subway from NYU. Didn't you do the interviews this year, you should remember her."

Oh he remembered her, the soft yellow dress and red flats - a shot of color in the dark array of business suits on both the men and the women lined up to interview at his firm. She had piqued his curiosity with her smile, but with her first answer she had won him with her words.

Rey was smarter than any other lawyer he had ever spoken with, and had somehow made it through law school in New York City with her softness and compassion intact. Kylo hadn't been able to stop thinking about her after they had made their job offers.

"It's hard for me to remember all the boring lawyers we hire, Hux." He kept his tone bored, trying to compensate for the intensity of emotion that he felt for the topic of discussion. "Besides, the interviews were months ago, why would I remember some NYU scavenger begging for scraps? They're all just grunts who do our research."

Hux's eyes flicked up to look out the wide window overlooking Central Park and smiled.

"Come on now, Ren - she was on our team for the Miller case a month ago. Brown hair, bright smile, had that idea about proposing the friend as an alternative theory?"

It was clear that Hux wouldn't drop it anytime soon unless Kylo gave him something, so he relented. "Ah yes, Rey was it? Pretty little thing, wouldn't mind striking one of our deals with her, if you know what I mean."

"Don't pretend like you haven't already, Ren - I know you've already chosen her as your own personal first year." His voice lowered as he emphasized the word personal, lacing it with implication. "Does she know?"

"Know what, Hux?" He was beginning to get more agitated, not sure why the sudden curiosity. Kylo threw a folder down on the table in exasperation.

"That you always choose one of the new girls to break in. A very special kind of initiation from their very own Senior Partner. Does she know you'll send her away when you're done with her?"

The sound of glass shattering was mixed with a loud gasp, causing Kylo's head to whip towards the open doorway, immediately meeting the broken face of Rey. A caustic laugh behind him let him know that Hux had very much been aware of the girl's presence, baiting him into the line of conversation. Barbed hooks that would hurt more being pulled out than going in.

But all he cared about was erasing that look on her face, the broken look that spoke of betrayal. "Rey…"

He stood up as he uttered her name and she sobbed, dropping the folders she had been carrying and turning to run. Cursing, he took off after her, leaving the sniveling Hux behind him. There was only one exit - the reception area with both stairs and elevators.

Kylo's feet slid across the glossy marble floor of the reception area, immediately spotting her pressing the button for the elevator.

"Rey!" He shouted desperately, pulling looks from waiting clients and the reception staff. He knew soon there would be even more of his employees surrounding them, curious about why a senior partner was chasing after some first year.

She turned to him, a shocked look on her face as she heard her name and watched him run to her, eyes glancing at the people around. He had always been very careful at work, so no one would know about them - it was something she had wanted, too - whispers of sleeping her way to the top would have not done her career any favors, no matter how untrue they were. Hux clearly hadn't been fooled, and Kylo cursed the day he had brought that man into the firm.

"I don't want to talk to you right now," Rey ground out, eyes red-rimmed already.

"Please, what you heard - it's not true."

Rey laughed blackly, "Isn't it?"

Swallowing, he responded, "I mean, it was, but not-"

"Oh don't even try to say it, Kylo. Don't be so cliché," her voice held a bitterness that he hated causing. "I'm yet another girl who you've fooled into believing she was special, aren't I? Can't you just admit it?"

Kylo began to pace, his hand running through his hair as he walked back and forth between the elevators. The one she had called had long since left, ignored by both of them. Reception was deathly silent except for the scuff of his shoes.

"Look, yes I usually fucked my way through the first years, okay? It's who I am, there's no reason for it - but with you," he looked at her imploringly. "It wasn't like that, I promise. We're so much more than that now, you feel it I know you do."

Rolling her eyes, Rey went to hit the down button again and Kylo skidded in between it and her, blocking her way.

"Get out of my way, Kylo. You can't stop me from leaving," she said firmly, and he was surprised at how well she was keeping it together considering how many eyes were watching - and what a mess he was himself.

"I just need you to listen to me," he begged. "Please, I'm sorry - so sorry."

Rey simply stared at him, her lip wavering as her arms gripped each other across her body, shielding her from his influence and the stares. Without a single word, she turned from him and took a few steps. Kylo realized she was headed for the stairs, accepting he wouldn't let her leave the easy way.

"No!" He cried out and lunged out for her hand, grabbing it as he fell to his knees. He found feel the shocked gasps and murmurs, but all he had time for was her. "Rey, please, don't leave like this."

"I just need time, Kylo, you can't expect me to immediately be ready to listen to you."

He knew that, but he was selfish and needed absolution, so held on to her and pulled her closer to him. Kylo's arms wrapped around her waist and he pressed his forehead into her stomach, silently praying that she would take pity on the broken man in front of her.

"Please, Rey," his low voice said into her dress. "I love you, please don't leave me."

Her hands went to her mouth in surprise and long moments passed as he pressed into her, nearly suffocating himself. But slowly, so slowly, he felt hands touch his hair hesitantly and then with more confidence, running through it soothingly.

"Kylo," she finally said quietly after a minute of her ministrations. "You need to let me go, give me some time."

He squeezed her one last time before pulling away, hands dropping down to rest on his thighs. Kylo looked up at her and sighed at her grace, how she soothed his soul. Finally he nodded and felt her walk around him. He couldn't bear to look at her as she waited, listening until the door finally beeped open and she stepped inside. The doors closed and finally he raised his eyes and faced the dozens of curious looks from employees and clients.

#reylo #fanfic #reylo fanfic #my fic #prompt fill #asks #ashywankenobi

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thefairefolk-rp · 6 years

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Hey, Nic! Your second character app for Preston Reed has been accepted!

Name/Nickname: Nic

Age: 27

Preferred Pronouns: She/her

Timezone: Central (US)

Activity and Availability (Please answer in words as well as rating your availability from 1-10): 7 I’m on pretty regularly, but will be moving (again) likely fairly soon and starting a new job.

Have you read the rules and FAQ? Yes

IC INFORMATION:

Desired Character: Preston Reed

Second Choice Character: Billie Spruce

What made you choose this character?: Preston is quirky and interesting, new to the fae world and wildly curious, which I find fascinating, as well as his need to research and learn everything he can about faeries.

Are there any changes you would like to make?: None that I can think of.

Questions/Comments: I’m not sure if my description of Preston’s experience being a Gifted human and having the Sight is completely accurate; please let me know if any of it is incorrect so I can write it more accurately in the future.

Writing Sample (Must be 300 words or more, third person limited, in the character you’re auditioning for’s point of view):

“This won’t do, this won’t do,” Preston mumbled under his breath, shifting through papers in such a hurry he knocked them from his desk onto the floor. “Drompits,” he said a bit louder, the closest he ever came to cursing being his own made-up words. He found cursing to be crude, especially in polite company, but he wasn’t above making up his own ways of expressing his frustration.

“Doctor?” A woman’s voice called from upstairs.

“Yes, I’m coming, I’m coming,” Preston called back, forgetting the paperwork and rushing for the stairs. He only stumbled twice in his rush up the stairs, smiling brightly despite his disheveled appearance when he appeared at the top of the stairs, into the small clinic he had set up.

It really was a nice set up. When the Queen had offered him room and board, he hadn’t known it would be quite to this extent. Perhaps he should have, when he was shown through Olia, where his office was to be set up. He had worried as he passed high-end shops and more than one fae clearly of high status, that the less well-off occupants of the area either wouldn’t know to come there, or that they wouldn’t be comfortable coming there to visit a doctor. His fears were allayed though, when he was given a house just on the edge of Olia. Easy access from just about anywhere, and still close enough that he could make trips to the castle when his services were needed there. That was a stipulation of this agreement, and not one he was unhappy with, that he be available should the Queen or anyone of her Court in the castle need him. The castle was quite spectacular, and he was more than willing to visit as often as needed.

His home though, was far nicer than he’d expected, and with ample space for what he needed and more. There was a large sitting room and office just off the side of it in the front of the house, which Preston used to meet his patients, taking them back into the office where he had set up various supplies to check over and treat his patients. The rest of the house was a dedicated living space, which was considerably too large for Preston by himself.

The downstairs of the house, though— Oh, that was his playground.

The basement had been a dingy, blank slate when he moved in, not nearly as nice as the rest of the house, but he had been ecstatic about it from day one. For the first week, he didn’t open his clinic, instead focusing on getting everything set up. The first two days had been dedicated to the space upstairs for the patients, while the remainder of the week he hardly slept, too focused on turning the basement into any scientist’s dream laboratory. Of course, he didn’t have most of the ingredients for medicines that he was accustomed to, but he had a wonderful time searching through an alchemy shop to see what he could find to work with. He wasn’t to the point of being able to truly do much research and experiments, not until he acquired more background information on the available plants and herbs in Wisteria, but he couldn’t be happier with his lab. The Queen had ensured he had everything he needed, only the best new equipment available.

When he found his way upstairs and into the large sitting room, a young boy that looked no older than twenty— though Preston knew he must be far older— was leaning against the wall watching him with an amused smile.

"Hello,” he said, slightly confused. He scanned the room before looking back to ask if this was his patient, but the boy was walking towards him, a look of interest on his face.

“So it’s true then, you have the Sight,” the boy said. It wasn’t a term Preston was unfamiliar with, at least not since he’d arrived in Wisteria a few weeks ago, though it did make him feel a bit like a petting zoo animal, the way people stared. But then, he stared in fascination at them in much the same way, so perhaps he couldn’t be too cross.

Despite them not saying it, he always knew what people meant when they made the observation. They had been trying to hide. Preston couldn’t tell when someone was trying to use a glamour or not, or trying to be invisible; he just always saw them, exactly as they were. It had made it rather difficult, on his way here when his escort from the castle had commented on some piece of decoration at a home, which he apparently thought was very impressive, but it had evidently been a deception, and Preston had only been able to nod and hum his agreement about some glamoured object he couldn’t see.

“Are you my patient?“ he asked the boy, deciding to ignore the observation. "I’m terribly sorry, I thought I heard a woman’s voice— how rude of me, I’m Dr.—“

“Preston Reed, I know,” the boy said, reaching out to shake his hand. Preston’s bright smile faltered slightly as he continued. “And no, I’m not your patient. I just chased her out, actually.

“You what?” Preston asked in disbelief. He dropped the boy’s hand and rushed to the window to look out, seeing a young red-haired woman retreating down the street. “Why on earth would you do that?”

“Because she wasn’t sick,” the boy answered. He waved dismissively. “Everyone’s curious, you know. She was as well. How the town’s new human doctor could cure illnesses of faeries. I expect that’s why most of your patients have come, haven’t they?” He asked. Preston just stared at him, uncertain how to answer.

Of course, it seemed that a majority of his patients (alright, probably all of them, with a few being incredibly good liars) that he’d had since he’d been open for the last two weeks really had no maladies for him to tend to. They seemed more curious and skeptical of a human doctor showing up to treat the illnesses of fairies. Which was probably a fair skepticism.

Preston still wasn’t entirely sure how he was to do his job, though he was having a wonderful and exciting time figuring it out. So far he had seen several people for headaches, most of whom miraculously felt better after only sitting and talking with Preston for a short time, usually dismissing his questions about their health in favor of asking him questions about his experience. He had bandaged a few scrapes and cuts though, so that was something.

“How many of your patients have you found to actually be ill, Dr. Reed?” The boy continued.

“One did have a rather bad cough,” Preston answered, a bit defensively. “Why are you here, Mr….?”

The boy smiled, more politely this time. “Sindri Burke, Dr. Reed. And I’m here because I found these,” he held out a handful of neatly stacked papers, which Preston recognized immediately. He took the stack and flipped through. A dozen posters all the same.

“You took down every one of them?” He asked, looking up at Sindri.

“You don’t need them any more,” he answered. “I expected that the first job of your new assistant would be to take down the advertisements of your need for an assistant, so I just jumped ahead a bit.”

Preston smiled, not bothering trying to tamper down his excitement at someone answering his posters. And a faerie no less! Of course, he shouldn’t be all that surprised, given where he was. But it still was all quite new, seeing and speaking to the fae that he’d seen in the woods for so long, always just out of reach. Now he had the opportunity to work with one!

“Your qualifications?” Preston asked, raising his eyebrows at the boy as he tried to put on a more professional air.

“I’m a quick study, my mother was a healer during the war, and I learned a lot from her. I’m also incredibly organized, and I’m good at telling when people are lying about being sick,” he added with a small smirk. “Saves you the trouble of bothering with idiots just trying to get a look at the town’s shiny new toy.”

Preston hummed thoughtfully, looking over the posters as though they held the decision that he already knew he was going to make. It did sound quite wonderful. He hoped the ‘shiny new toy’ visits would calm down after a week or two, once people got used to him being there, but until then, it would certainly be helpful to have someone to weed out those people. It saved Preston the trouble of having to dash up from his lab every few minutes to assess another faerie without an illness, only a curiosity.

“Alright, we’ll give it a shot,” Preston said, looking up at Sindri with a bright smile. “Can you start today?” He asked, reaching out to shake the fae’s hand again.

“Absolutely,” Sindri said, finally showing a level of excitement that Preston hoped for. He paused for a moment, suddenly a bit awkward as his eyes fell back to the posters. “Is there a— The poster said, room and board would be provided?”

“Oh, yes, of course, I’d nearly forgotten,” Preston laughed. Sindri relaxed with a soft smile, and Preston wondered if that was really the reason he’d come for the job. It wasn’t his business to ask, but perhaps he’d get to know the boy as time went on, so he didn’t press, but just gestured down the hallway. “Down there, kitchen’s on the left. The last room on the right is mine. There’s three other bedrooms, you can pick any one that you like. I’m thinking of turning one of the rooms into an overnight patient room, if anyone needs it, what do you think?”

Sindri looked surprised at being asked for his opinion already, but he looked down the hall thoughtfully. “Think it’d come in handy. Is this one of the rooms here?” He walked down the hall and pulled open the first door on the right, just across from the kitchen. “Yes, it’s closest to the rest of the medical supplies, I think this would be the best room for overnight patients. I’ll take one of the rooms further down.”

“Excellent!” Preston bounced up on his toes excitedly. Finally, he had someone else to share this place with, and his research. “Right, well, I’ll let you get settled in. We’ll work on turning this into a patient’s room later this week. If you need me, or if any patients need me, I’ll be in my lab downstairs. Feel free to come and see it as well, if you’d like. I rather like it. It’s not much, but it will be! Oh, it will be magnificent, Sindri!” He bounced away, back towards the stairs, not minding the soft chuckle that he heard from the boy behind him. Things here in this strange new land just seemed to get more and more exciting by the day.

#accepted

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batshitbetty-blog1 · 6 years

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Multicontinental Madness

Fucked up dream time!

This one's a wild ride, so hold on to your hats. It starts with me in London, checking into a hotel. That goes well enough, but then I'm given complex instructions on how to get to my room. Apparently in this hotel, the elevators only run between one floor and the next, and you have to switch elevators on every floor as you go up. Of course, the elevators aren't centrally located, so you have to tour each floor before you can move up.

In my wanderings, I passed a floor with a tropical "natural" pool, including a bar halfway in, on one floor. The next floor was a massive library with rooms around the edges. Then came the "roof," even though it was stacked in the middle of all the floors. Somehow the sky above was open and the sun was shining, regardless of the fact that it wasn't actually the roof of the building.

The next floor was a labyrinth of thin hallways with evenly spaced shower heads, most of which were in use by other hotel patrons. I wound my way through it looking for the next elevator, and eventually rounded a corner and came face to face with a naked guy who, in spite of having a gym-toned body, looked incredibly insecure being naked in a maze full of other naked people.

I decided it was incumbent upon me to boost his confidence, so I nudged him backwards with several shoves on the chest, dragging my luggage behind me the whole way, until he was backed up against a sink. I then manhandled him in some way, but I couldn't tell you how because the dream actually went fuzzy while this was going on, like blocked porn on a hotel TV in the 90s.

This led to me being kicked out by a bellboy. I managed to find a taxi, and when the driver asked me where I was headed, I told him I didn't know and explained what had just happened. He nodded sagely and told me this particular hotel was known for that, and that the guy I'd manhandled was actually a hotel employee whose job it was to roam around that floor in the buff to trap patrons into acting inappropriately.

The driver decided to help me out and called the hotel, using the voice of the front desk clerk, and explained that my ban had been lifted and I was to be allowed to check into my room as planned. He refused to take any money from me, saying it was only the right thing to do in response to the hotel's unethical business practices.

Knowing all this didn't stop me from repeating this cycle with the same dude on the same floor and getting kicked out three more times. Somehow, each time I got booted, the driver was still there. He'd sigh, call the hotel, and pretend to be someone of increasing importance to get me back in, generally by pointing out that I had done the responsible thing and fuzzed out my interactions with the hotel's boy toy to avoid directly offending any other patrons.

When that cycle ended, I found myself in a huge building that was a cross between a shopping mall and Hogwarts. I had been brought in as part of a special tour and presentation to the kids who, depending on which section they belonged to, were either students of the school or the children of shopping parents who had been dropped off at day care. There were to be three different groups of kids seeing the presentation that day, and we were just getting the first underway.

The tour included a look into several classrooms and shops, and was interrupted by a random staircase flood. We were advised to stand at the outside edge of the staircase to avoid the water. I managed to stand on the wrong side for long enough to get soaked from the waist down, but after I moved to the right side, some guy from up ahead came crashing down in a wave of water and profanity. The tour ended up back at the day care center, where all the adults present were supposed to teach the kids about certain concepts they'd use at some point in their future lives.

I noticed then that there were more adults than I had thought there would be, and enjoyed knowing that I'd be spending less time talking with all the extra people. The facilitator came around and handed me an otherworldly-long clipboard. In exchange, I rooted around in my pocket and came up with a used handkerchief to give her. She seemed pleased to get it - she wasn't in any way grossed out over it. She then asked me to explain the concept of an equitable transaction to the kids.

I pointed out to them that she had given me a clipboard and I had, in turn, given her the contents of my nose. We had both gotten something we were pleased with out of the deal. Therefore, the transaction was equitable.

As we were gearing up for round two, the dream shifted again. I was back home this time, just coming home after a day at some unspecified job. The neighbor's portion of the duplex was on fire, so I had to park up the street and walk a bit to get home. (No, it didn't bother me that the building I lived in was on fire. It seemed logical in this dream that the fire would respect the boundaries of property ownership.)

Oh, and I was naked. With nothing but a plastic shopping bag to preserve my modesty, I legged it up the street and into my house. On climbing the stairs, I found that, while I was gone, Mom and a couple of her sisters (who I didn't recognize at all) had completely remodeled the second floor of the house. They made judicious use of the theory behind Pratchett's L Space, because the inside was now several times larger than the outside.

The whole area had been redone in dark wood and my bedroom now occupied an L-shape at the front of the house. I kicked everybody out so I could get dressed privately, even though I no longer had a closet. Then I wandered into my bathroom to pee, and found that it had been redone in such a way that different objects somehow occupied the same space at the same time.

The sink was now in a little cubby on its own. My toiletries were stored behind the mirror in a cabinet that could only be opened by properly twisting one of several coat hooks mounted on the glass. Next to it - at first glance, anyway - were two toilets. One looked like it had been ripped out of a wheelchair accessible stall in a hideous public bathroom, and the other looked like something out of the future that I was afraid to touch because what if it came with the three shells I never bothered to learn how to use?

The bathtub was new and much bigger, with three different drains and several jets. I tried running the faucet just to watch it in action and it suddenly started leaking rust from a tiny, uncaulked bit on the back side, so I turned it off. I also found a light that delayed for a minute or so before turning on after the switch was flipped.

So I got situated and started to pee, when I hear a voice to my left talking to me. Not only did someone shove the door open to talk to me while I pissed, but - of course - it turned out to be the naked guy from the London hotel, only with clothes on this time. I don't remember what we talked about, but damn if it - both the conversation and the stream of urine - didn't go on for a very awkward length of time.

Finally done with the bathroom, I wandered out, only to see that where the toilets had once been there was now a set of shelves. On those shelves was about a six year supply of loofahs, all of which carried different scents. I raised an eyebrow and left the room. Then I found out that Mom had also upgraded our internet package while I was gone, and it needed to be set up. She also handed me a "savings card" the cable company had given her to go along with the new service and asked if it was worth keeping. I read about it, and found that for the low price of $48.00 a month, we could get a statement credit of $16.85 once every two years. I threw the thing in the trash.

I suddenly remembered I'd left my car up the street and left to go get it now that the fire department and whoever else was out of the way. On the way out through the garage, I saw that Mom had upgraded her car. It was still an SUV, but now it was black and looked like something you'd expect to see the A Team rolling around in if they were a bunch of soccer moms in a Batman movie. As I'm walking up the street, I realize in a flash that Cami and Quincee have gone missing, so I fished their collars and leashes out of one of my pockets and start the hunt.

Before long, I run into a street urchin who asks what kind of dogs I'm missing. When I tell him they're a couple of yellow labs, he points to a tent on a street corner a bit up the street, where the girls are rooting through people's food. Oh. And Quincee, for some reason, is now a German shepherd. They're madly excited to see me, and in my haste to get them home I slip the wrong collar on the wrong dog.

This apparently signals to them that it's time to go on an adventure, as they take off like sled dogs, dragging me along behind like I'm on a sled. Suddenly we're in San Francisco, and I can't get the girls to direct themselves toward home. I lose them again, me and the street urchin running madly behind them.

We caught up with them under a bridge, where they were being chased in a circle by a cop on a motorbike. Cami finally turns and jumps up to shove the cop off his bike, and then both dogs leap over construction mess to be intercepted by a couple of frat boys on bicycles. The frat boys catch them and give the leashes back to me, and then we're off on another wild ride. They end up rounding a corner and flying down a massive staircase toward the beach.

This is when I woke up, probably because there was no way in hell the imaginary sled I was stuck to would survive a trip down that incredibly long, steep staircase. Been a while since I've had a dream like this. What I lack in quantity, I make up for in quality.

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