#exclaiming gibby

[kimhargreeves]

Leave It All To Me- Spencer Shay x Reader

A/N: So I had this in mind for several months and finally decided to write it since I've been watching every night iCarly. I also decided to write this since iCarly is having another season this month!! For the first time in many years! Spencer has always been my favorite character and I always had a crush on him since I was little, don't worry I'll be doing a part 2 and more characters from Nickelodeon shows like Drake and Josh and Victorious.

Summary: You've been a longtime friend of Carly, Spencer and their friends. You return to Seattle in hope for things to turn out good and also plan on confessing your feelings for Carly's older brother.

"I'm Carly!"

"And I'm Sam!"

"And this is iCarly! Today we have a very special guest, come on in (Y/N)!" The two girls excitedly exclaimed to the camera and it's audience. Freddie moves the camera and focused me coming in to stand between the brunette and blonde girl.

The girls had a funny sketch planned for today alongside Gibby who began making more appearances on Carly's show. Over the years Carly's become family to me, I met her when she was just a small girl.

I used to look after her when her father wasn't home or when her brother was out for camp school.

"Thank you for having me." I shyly smiled at the camera as we ended the show and the younger kids applauded when it ended.

"I can't believe your camera shy, you're a natural!" Freddie complimented when he placed the camera down.

"You should've seen Freddie when he first started, he peed his pants." Sam interrupts and earns a glare from Freddie.

"Come on guys quit it. Freddie's right, (Y/N). You should try and join more auditions." Carly begins to tell me.

"Why not make a couple of calls? I'm sure Spencer might know someone or his friends we've never seen, Socko." Gibby suggests this time.

I shake my head and kindly reject their offer. "Thanks guys, but I have to do this on my own. It's the reason why I came back to Seattle."

"Man, Spencer's gonna lose it when he sees you." Carly says and smiles, a wicked smile. I look at her weirdly but smile since their always weird but in a good way.

"You are too much like your brother." I chuckle. "I remember when someone texted him that it was naked day at his camp school and played dodgeball, I'll never forget that day."

Sam looks at us and smirks "Were you there?"

"Nope, but Socko told me everything."

"Like that time Freddy met Melanie?"

"Gibby! You were in on it too remember."

"She really is Sam's sister!" Everyone tries to tell Freddy but the poor guy is too gullible.

"Carly! Carly! You won't believe it, I found my magic meatball again-" Spencer' loud voice made it into Carly's studio and he immediately stopped and his meatball fell to the floor when he saw me.

Freddie looked at his weirdly and waves his hand in front of his face. "It's really you?"

"It's me-" in an instant Spencer ran to my side and hoisted me up in the air and hugged me tight.

"I missed you so much kiddo!"

"I missed you too, Spencer. And I'm not a kid I'm the same age as you."

"It doesn't look like it, I used to think Spencer was Carly's father." Gibby said which made us look at him. He's always been an odd but charming boy.

Carly stepped between us and tried to reach for Sam when they kept looking at each other then us. "How about we go to the Groovy Smoothies?"

"Sure."

"Great, let's go then." Carly took Spencer's hand and Sam took mind and we all began to leave the apartment.

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

"Oh no, it looks like the place is full." Carly said when we ordered smoothies from T-Bo. We looked around and realized that it was the complete opposite.

"No it's not-" Freddie was hit on the head by Sam.

Carly made us sit close to each other and they took seats close to us. "So, what brings you back? Thought you were still working at that movie theater.

Spencer takes when he takes a sip out of his favorite flavored drink. "The lady working there left to work at a highschool as a principal, so the new boss wasn't paying much."

I begin to fill them in on everything I can and told them that I'm planning on staying in Seattle for a month of two. We began to joke about several things too which came to Spencer's hair.

"You know, my grandpa thought he was a woman once when he was about to cut his hair. It was Carly's birthday and we talked about that goat-"

"Don't talk about the goat!" Carly shouted at Gibby.

I looked at Spencer confused since I wasn't there when he took her to the zoo. "What did the goat do?"

"You don't want to know." He sipped on his drink and looked away.

I chuckle and roll my eyes. "Well, I find Spencer's long hair really nice." I compliment and try my best to not blush.

"See? (Y/N), get's it! We're gonna have so much fun! I'll show you my recent art sculptures and show you my room!"

"That's not a good idea." Freddie concerned told the older man in a kids body. Spencer stayed silent and scratched that off the list.

Spencer and I began to talk until he stopped and looked at me, "Is there something on my face?" The man hid behind me and I looked back to see who he was seeing.

"That's her!" The rest of us looked back and Carly cringed and looked worried. Spencer began to comb his hair and straighten his jacket.

"How do I look?"

I forced a smile when I realized what he was doing. He's into that girl...

"Handsome as ever."

Spencer smiles and races over to the girl who was in line to order a smoothie. "Yikes." I hear Sam mutter.

Carly lightly smacks her arm and Gibby's mouth fell open. "That must suck."

"Shut up, Gibby!"

Carly has known my crush on her brother for years now alongside Sam and the guys who picked up on it just now.

I took a sip of my drink and smiled, "That's fine guys, I'm over it, really."

"Whoo I got her number!" Spencer jumped back in and waves a small note to our faces.

"But (Y/N) has a cru-" Sam rushed over and covered Gibby's mouth.

"You're brain really is the size of a walnut."

I ignore their conversation and look up at Spencer. "You should give her a call later, she seems nice."

He hums and shoves the number in his pocket. "Should I? I'm afraid I'll take it too fast."

Spencer then began to talk and talk about the many weird girls he's dated, I was having fun with him but the whole conversation made me want to leave.

I could feel eyes on us whenever Spencer and I would be alone. He would be talking about his weird encounters with people or places. "And then we almost got attacked by bigfoot and this Beavecoon."

"Beavecoon?"

"An animals part beaver, part racoon." I laugh at his weirdness and begin to wipe my tears when I continue to laugh until my stomach hurts. "Don't ever change your weirdness."

Spencer smirks to himself and sits down next to me, "I'm the king of weirdness."

So? gotten any chance on landing any roles in movies?"

"It's been rough, I'm starting to think I shouldn't be an actress. I've decided to come back and try getting some roles here, if not I'll go elsewhere."

"What? No! What will I do without my buddy in crime?!"

I give him a look and smile. "I thought that buddy was Socko."

"He's my second! Don't tell him." He whispers and laughs at himself.

"Seriously, if you leave I'll have to tie you up."

Knowing Spencer I know he'll do something like that. I began to open my mouth when his phone began to ring and his eyes lit up, "It's her! I'll be right back!" Spencer held onto his phone and ran away.

I sadly sighed and stood up from the couch and began to wander around the apartment and began searching for Carly or anyone else. "Sam? Gibby?" I called out their names when I reached Carly's room and was astounded by how huge and beautifully decorated it was.

His father really has money if he can afford doing all of this. Not a lot of people have a three story apartment. I looked down at my phone and saw I had nothing in my calendar, it's been weeks since I made several auditions for small movies and haven't received any news if I'm in.

I sat down on the nearest couch and hid my face in my hands and took deep breaths. I hope things work out here in Seattle if not I'll have to leave and start a new life, but I'll be upset leaving Spencer since I've loved him for years.

"(Y/N)!" Spencer bursted into the room meaning he's been trying to find me. I stood up and look at him hopefully.

"Yes?"

Spencer held up two different set of clothes. A nice black suit and the other hid regular ones. "Guess who got lucky and has a date in an hour?! Which one should I choose?"

I wonder if he's ever thought of me differently. Not as just another friend.

"You should go as yourself."

Spencer hummed and threw his regular clothes near me. "On second thought I'll choose the suit. My date told me she liked guys in suits." With that he began to unbutton his jeans and it hit the floor.

Quickly I turned around to not look. "You think she'll like flowers?"

"Probably most girls do."

"Pfff you don't." Spencer laughs behind my back and I heard him still changing. When we were little I made it clear that I didn't like girly things especially flowers, but now I adore them.

I preferred to stay silent and heard a zip, I turned around and picked his other clothes. "You..look handsome." I smiled lovingly when I noticed him.

"You're an artist and you could never tie a tie right. You even went to law school." I laugh when I stepped closer and began to fix his tie.

"I only went for three days before I dropped out. Dad wasn't happy at all." He chuckled at the memory.

"But you're doing something you love which is the most important thing." I noticed how close we were and i felt my hands shaking so I quickly took a step back and saw a bouquet of flowers in one of the vases. I grabbed it and handed it to Spencer.

"Perfect! Now I have to-ahhh!" Spencer yelled when out of nowhere the bouquet got on fire. He threw it on the floor and began to stomp on it, trying to eliminate the fire.

I stared at him confused and scared. "Why does that always happen?!"

"I don't know! Okay okay I guess I'll head out without flowers. Make yourself at home I'm sure the kids will be back." Spencer leaned in and hugged me.

"You're a life saver." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the hug

"Anything for you." Spencer unwrapped his arms around me and I watched him leave.

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

Days turned into weeks and then a whole month went by. I started spending more time with Carly and her friends, unfortunately Spencer was still going on dates and from what I heard she was treating him terribly.

It was already dark when we arrived at the restaurant. Carly, Sam and Freddie were hidden alongside me behind a bush and spying on Spencer who was yet on another date.

Gibby was somewhere in the bathroom and we saw him appear with a waiter outfit and was delivering their food to the table.

"We should get the most expensive drink here, what do you say?" Spencer's date asked.

"I don't think we should-"

"I think we should! Waiter being me the most expensive drink and dessert." She confidently said. She turned to look at Spencer and grimaced, "I thought I told you to wear a blue tie."

Spencer has decided to wear a red one and his light up socks under his dark pants. I felt bad and decided to finally step forward when she continued to scold him not nothing.

"Hey! Leave him alone."

"No no okay our cover is blown." Carly said when she tried to reach me.

Freddie pulled out his pear phone and began to record and Gibby who stood looking at us with Sam. "Want me to hit her with my butter sock?"

"And who see you?" The woman stood up and looked at me in disgust.

"I'm..his best friend and I don't like the way you've been treating him and neither does his sister."

"You've been treating my brother horribly since day one!" Carly also began to fight.

Spencer tried to intervene but I quickly shut him up. "No! Listen to me. You're an amazing guy and you're wasting your time on her."

I felt very angry and heartbroken do I decided to let loose. "What I'm trying to say is, you're this goofy and loving guy, you need someone to love you for who you are. You're perfect to me, Spencer. I've.. I've loved you for years now and it hurts everytime I see you with someone else."

Spencer stayed silent the entire time so I showed him my ticket. "I'm leaving tonight, goodbye Spencer."

With that I turned around and hurried to get a taxi and return to the Bushwell Plaza, Carly had offered a month ago that I'd stay there with them. So, once I arrived I grabbed my bags and began to walk down the stairs.

Lewbert was busy somewhere so I was thankful he wasn't here to ruin my night even more. I received a text saying my taxi was here. "(Y/N)!" Carly and her friends came rushing into the lobby.

"Please don't leave."

"You have so much to do here." They all began to say.

Spencer then rushed in and began to plant heavily as he tried to regain his breath. Sam looked at him and rolled her eyes so she hit his back and he stood back straight.

"The guys are right. What you said back there, you're right, (Y/N). I need someone who appreciates me and that person has always been there beside me."

Spencer took a step closer and placed his hands on my shoulders so I'd look up at him.

"You listened at my many stupid stories and you'd always laugh at them. I've been dumb and blind to not realize all those things before, Carly told me you're planning on quitting acting. You shouldn't do that you're a talented person, you've been there for me do I want to be there for you."

Sam smiled alongside the rest. "Please stay, (Y/N). It would make me the happiest man on Earth, you're wonderful with Carly and he friends so they would be heartbroken too. I guess I've always loved you as well."

My lips began to tremble and I began to cry when be said that. "Hey, don't cry!" Freddie patted Spencer's back.

"She's not crying because of that, Spence."

I wiped my tears and looked up into his dark brown eyes, I grabbed his hands and smiled at him. "I would love to stay with you, Spencer."

"Whoo!!" Everyone began to cheer.

Spencer leaned down and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I closed my arms and enjoyed the moment, hoping this wasn't a dream, it certainly wasn't. I kissed him back and we ignored Lewbert complaints when he saw us.

"Don't worry about that woman, I did hit her with my sock." Sam assured us and shows us her sock filled with butter.

"Let's go back to the apartment." Spencer suggested and held my hand when we stopped kissing. "Let's celebrate with spaghetti tacos."

I chuckled and leaned closed to him, "Sounds like a perfect date to me." I wonder what the future will hold for Spencer and I, what I do know is I'll treasure every moment with him.

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[smallblueandloud]

in blackwater woods

pairings: eleven/rose, amy & rose, amy & eleven, amy/rory

summary: there's a normal-looking blonde woman in the doctor's room, and amy really has no idea what's going on. but she's going to figure it out. (a rewrite of doctor who 6x11, the god complex)

notes: i only started plotting this after @doctorroseprompts prompted episode rewrites with rose literal years ago. this fic has been in the works for... a long time, and thank you so much to those who kept being enthusiastic and excited about it <3 the title is from the mary oliver poem of the same name. i kept her line breaks, just added a few more of my own

read it on ao3 | more of my doctor who writing | more of my writing

Look, the trees

are turning

their own bodies

into pillars

 of light,

are giving off the rich

fragrance of cinnamon

and fulfillment,

-

Amy opens the door of the TARDIS and steps out, breathing deep. Behind her, inside, the Doctor and Rory are discussing medical politics of the 23rd century - a conversation that’s lasted on and off for several weeks now. She’s reasonably interested in medicine, but only when Rory’s the one doing the explaining, and that’s mostly because she gets to see him being passionate about his favorite subject.

She has no trouble, then, with tuning them out in favor of paying attention to where they’ve landed. Landing in a new place and experiencing it for the first time is her favorite part of travelling.

She looks around. Then she frowns.

“Doctor?” she calls, turning back to let her voice carry.

The two inside don’t stop arguing. It’s not surprising, she supposes, given that they’re both interested in what they’re talking about. But it makes her feel suddenly and powerfully alone. “Rory?” she calls, a little louder.

They stop. “Amy? What’s wrong, love?” asks her husband.

He and the Doctor are suddenly at her shoulders. At her right, Rory puts a hand on her shoulder. On her left, the Doctor says, “What’s wrong, Amy?”

Her loneliness vanishes, just as quickly as it had appeared, and the familiar exasperation takes its place. “The people are six hundred feet tall, he says. You have to talk to them in hot air balloons and the Tourist Information Centre is made of one of their hats, he says. I don’t see any hats, Doctor.”

Here’s the issue: they’re indoors. Amy was promised Ravan-Skala’s sky festival, an event that only happens once a year, on the planet with no buildings. But the corridor they’ve landed in is definitely in a building - not to mention carpeted, sort of dim, and rather like any cheap hotel you could find at home.

“There’s something creepy about this place,” says Rory, his hand tightening on her shoulder. She reaches up and squeezes it.

“Exactly,” says the Doctor, moving forward as he clasps his hands together. He spins around to face them, pointing at both her and Rory. “Why is that?”

Amy frowns, looking at him as she tries to figure out what feels so off about wherever they are. This is a familiar game, though she’s never been very good at it.

“Where are we?” asks Rory.

“Great question!” he says. “Not on Earth, that’s for sure. The air tastes slightly different - can you tell?”

“Yeah,” says Amy, sniffing. There it is. There’s a vague hint of... something in the air, nothing she’d ever smelled before. “And if we’re not on Earth, but this place looks exactly like a cheap hotel on Earth-”

“Exactly!” exclaims the Doctor, waving his hands in tight circles in front of him. “Who would go to all the trouble? Why?”

“Let’s figure it out, then,” says Amy, starting to grin. The Doctor smiles at her and spins around, pointing forwards. “Onwards!”

-

the long tapers

of cattails

are bursting and floating away over

the blue shoulders

 of the ponds,

-

“I don’t understand,” says the Doctor, pacing back and forth. He waves a pad of paper as he passes her. Amy exchanges a skeptical glance with Rita, the practical medical student, as Rory frowns at Joe’s dead body. “Lucy Hayward saw what she used to be scared of. Joe saw the dolls - bloody creepy buggers - which he didn’t seem bothered by at all. But what do they have to-”

“I don’t-” starts the nervous guy. The Doctor stops pacing abruptly, turning and moving in one smooth movement until he’s directly in his personal space with a finger in his face. “What is it, Howie?”

“I don’t think it’s just what she used to be scared of,” he says. “I don’t- I mean- I saw my room,” he says, in a rush. The Doctor nods, moving away, as if finally grasping how unnerving it is to have a half-mad alien in your face.

“I saw my room and it’s what I’m scared of now,” Howie gets out. “My worst fear, I guess.”

“And it wasn’t the CIA covering up aliens?” asks Amy, realizing a second too late how insensitive that sounds. Rory shoots her a sharp look from his seat across the aisle, next to the man himself, and she winces.

“No,” says Howie, looking straight into her eyes. Before she can muster up the ability to apologize, he continues: “I don’t want to talk about it, and I don’t think I need to. But- Doctor, I think- we see our worst fears in there.”

“Yeah,” says Rita, suddenly. Everyone jumps. “I saw mine too.”

Amy frowns. From what she’s seen in the hour since they lost the TARDIS, Rita has struck her as incredibly competent, practical, and able to take everything in stride. If she succumbed to temptation and looked in her room, the rest of them don’t stand a chance of resisting.

She sneaks a glance at the Doctor, who seem to be doing a quick mental calculation. As she watches, he seems to add two and two and end up with something unpleasant - he pales considerably, and then turns so she can’t see his eyes any more.

“Don’t look at me like that,” says Rita, to the room at large. “It’s impossible to avoid. And it’s-”

She hesitates, which only makes Amy more nervous. She hasn’t hesitated once, even with the alien revelation, since they got here.

“It’s terrifying,” she says, finally. “I mean, obviously, but you don’t realize how bad it’s going to be. It’s like that woman said. You have no idea what it’s going to be, but when you see it-”

“-you realize it could never be anything else,” finishes Gibbis. Amy glances at him, and sees that he’s avoiding eye contact.

“You saw it too,” she realizes.

The Doctor turns back, wagging his finger at the three strangers. “All of you have. We’re the only ones that haven’t, so far.” It doesn’t sound like a question, but she knows he’s fishing for a response, making sure he has all the data.

“Right,” says Rory. Amy nods.

“But we will end up seeing it,” says the Doctor. He still looks pale. “Eventually. Right, Rita?”

“Yes.”

“But you can’t plan for it,” says Howie. “I don’t- I don’t think anyone can predict what it will be for them.”

“I can’t,” agrees Amy, surprising even herself. She doesn’t usually like sharing excessively personal things - but it’s true. She’s noticed, though, that people thrust into situations like these tend to make generalizations or assume rules in order to have some semblance of control, so it probably isn’t always the case. She glances at Rory.

Sure enough, he shakes his head. “I think some can,” he says. “I can.”

The Doctor wiggles his hands, but doesn’t say anything.

No one says anything, in fact. Amy considers going across the aisle to sit with Rory, but doesn’t want to step over the dead body, so instead she watches the Doctor, who seems to be getting stiller and stiller as he considers something. Finally, he says, “Would you say-”

He swallows. “Would you say that they-”

He’s watching the wall. Amy has a bad feeling about this.

“Would you say that the fears acted as they should’ve?”

“What?” says Howie.

The Doctor turns around. “Oh, come on. You know what I mean. If your fear was a person, did the thing in the hotel room know everything that the person should have? Was their personality the same?”

Gibbis shakes his head. Howie shrugs.

“Yes,” says Rita.

The Doctor turns to look at her. “You’re sure? Think carefully. This is important.”

“I’m sure,” she says.

“Would you say,” he says, “that it acted out of your control? Knew things you don’t know? Acted in ways you couldn’t predict?”

“Yeah,” says Howie. Gibbis is still silent. “I mean, I’ve pictured that scene a thousand times. But I’m not creative like that. I couldn’t have come up with what they said.”

“Right,” says the Doctor, exhaling. “Right.”

Amy knows, suddenly, what he’s planning on doing. Not why - god knows why he does half the stupid things he does - but that’s a question for later.

“I know how to figure this out,” he says. “I mean- I don’t know how. That’s the whole point. I’m using my phone-a-friend lifeline. Rita, how long did Joe have before he started being all-” He hesitates. “Joe-like?”

“A few hours, at least,” says Rita. She seems to have calmed down a bit. Amy admires her for that, and wishes she could have some of that serenity for herself. “We have a few hours before we go crazy. What do you need us to do?”

“Right,” says the Doctor, pointing at her. “Excellent. Good thinking. Except I don’t need you, Rita, for this part. I don’t need any of you, except-”

He hesitates, turning slightly towards Amy before aborting the movement.

He’s her best friend.

She takes pity on him, or maybe she decides to make his life harder. She meets Rory’s eye, and he nods at her. Go.

“You’re not going alone,” she says. “I’m going with you.”

The Doctor stares at her. “You don’t even know what my plan is,” he says.

She stares at him. Don’t make me say it, she thinks.

“You said it yourself,” adds Rory, helping him save face. “Make sure someone else can see you at all times. Amy should go with you.”

Amy closes her eyes, briefly, and thanks whoever’s in charge of Earth that Rory exists. Then she reopens her eyes and levels a look at the Doctor.

Time stretches out between them as she cows her favorite alien into submission.

Finally, he looks away, clapping his hands. “Fine. Pond with go with me, to my- to where I’m going, while her husband and the rest of you stay here. Rory,” he says, pointing at the husband in question, “you’re in charge, since you’ll be the only one who hasn’t seen their room. Don’t be cruel, don’t be irrational, but whatever you do, don’t let them leave. Got it?”

Rory gives him a thumb’s up, shooting a small, private smile at Amy. “Got it. Same to you, love.”

“Yeah,” says Amy.

“We can talk shop,” says Rita, giving them a smile of her own. Amy’s got to hand it to her - she’s holding up remarkably well, at least compared to Howie, who’s looking slightly green at the prospect of the Doctor leaving, and Gibbis, who is on his knees and seems to be praying.

“Awesome,” says Amy. She turns to the Doctor and offers him her arm. “Lead the way,” she says, because she’s not sure he’ll ever start moving if she doesn’t.

He slips his arm through hers. “Thank you, Pond,” he says, quietly enough that no one else can hear.

He starts to walk, seemingly without any doubt as to the direction. He seems confident, like this is just another normal day, but Amy knows better. His hand is shaking.

-

and every pond,

no matter what its

name is, is

 nameless now.

-

It seems like they’ve been walking for hours. Logically, it’s been more like ten minutes, but Amy’s well aware that they’re on the clock, and the Doctor seems to be, too. He keeps getting slower as they get closer to where they’re going, though, which only makes it feel like they’ve been walking for longer.

His hand is still trembling, more violently than ever. She hates seeing him like this - when he’s scared, the stakes are bad, and she doesn’t want to think about that right now - so she casts about for a question to ask him. When he goes into lecture mode, he detaches himself from the situation, and it always calms him down.

After a few minutes, one hits her.

“Doctor?”

He startles violently, having been lost in his own thoughts. “Wh- Yes, Pond?”

“How do they determine the room numbers?”

“What?” he says.

She gestures around with the arm that he’s not holding. “I mean. No one knew we were coming, but you still have a room. That means everyone in the universe has a room, right?”

The Doctor makes a doubtful noise, but he at least seems to be considering her question. She continues: “Then what basis do the numbers have? Do the numerals have a significance or something? But then you’d need a number unique to every being.”

“Yes,” says the Doctor. “Good question. I don’t know.”

She frowns. The chase is the best part for him - he loves considering and discarding possible explanations, usually out loud where she has to hear them. For him to give up so easily...

It’s concerning, but she doesn’t say anything. If a good question like that one won’t bring him out of it, nothing will.

They make another left, and then another right, go straight through a four-way intersection, make another right, and suddenly the Doctor stops in front of a door.

Neither of them say anything. Amy’s usually the one to push the Doctor to do something difficult, but she can’t bring herself to make him go inside. Instead, she watches his face as he considers what’s in front of them.

Sure, it’s the room housing his worst fear. But what is he thinking? Why are they here?

Finally, he says, “Birth order.”

“What?” she says. He disentangles his arm from hers.

“The room numbers. They’re based on birth order, must be.”

“How do you know?” He doesn’t answer, but she barely notices, too busy examining the numbers of the doors in front of them.

They’ve arrived at number 436535.11. To the left, there’s 436535.10.2, 436535.10, 436535.9, and so on. She frowns.

“How can people have decimal places?” she asks. “If it’s birth order?”

“Different fears,” he says. “Different stages of life, so to speak.” He gestures at 10.2. “In there, I think there’s probably a dead body. Either that, or rejection.”

“How can there be a room filled with rejection?”

The Doctor shakes his head. She’s surprised to see that he’s smiling, a little. “Never mind.” He shrugs. “Chances are just as good that it’s Jackie in there, anyway.”

She decides not to ask as he turns back to his door, number whatever point 11. The discussion of the other doors seems to have calmed him down enough that he’s ready to go inside, and she doesn’t want to cause more delay.

He takes a deep breath and reaches out, turning the handle and opening the door just enough for him to see inside without letting her see anything. His smile grows into something almost... almost...

Fond?

“Of course,” he says, quietly enough that she can barely hear him. “Did you really think it would be anything else?”

“Doctor?” she asks. He ignores her, pulling the door open fully and walking inside.

Amy knows the Doctor is brave. Things that still make her wake in cold sweats barely make him pause when they’re right in front of him. Whatever his worst fear is, then, is probably going to instantly turn up in her own room, wherever it is in this cursed hotel.

She doesn’t want to go inside. But he’s her best friend, and he’s already taken the plunge, so she takes a deep breath and follows him into the unknown.

-

Every year

everything

I have ever learned

 in my lifetime

leads back to this: the fires

and the black river of loss

whose other side

 is salvation,

whose meaning

none of us will ever know.

-

There’s a blonde woman in a blue leather jacket standing at the window, facing away from them.

She seems mostly harmless - doesn’t even turn around, making Amy think that she didn’t hear the door open at all. But the Doctor stops as soon as he catches a glimpse of her.

Amy sneaks a glance at him. His hands are shaking, worse than before, and he’s paled again.

She looks back at the woman, but doesn’t see anything particularly fear-worthy. She turns back at the Doctor.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath, and runs his hands over his face. When he exhales and pulls them away, he seems reasonably collected, but Amy stops herself from relaxing too much.

This is his worst fear, Amy reminds herself. Whatever she is, it’s worse than anything else he’s ever come up against.

“Doctor,” she whispers. He doesn’t respond, so she looks over at him. He doesn’t seem to have heard her - all of his attention is focused on the woman in front of them. He barely looks like he’s breathing.

“Doctor!” she whispers, again. “Snap out of it!”

Thankfully, this time he hears her, blinking rapidly as he’s pulled out of his trance. “What is it?”

“What are we dealing with here?”

She doesn’t mean to rush him, but she’s only now realizing that they should have planned some kind of course of action for confronting this apparition, and it’s making her panicky. She’d spent the entire walk so worried about him that she’d forgotten they were about to confront a monster, and she needs to make up for lost time. Fast.

He blinks, again, and finally tears his eyes away from the woman. “What?”

“What kind of alien is she?” asks Amy, urgently. “What did she do? How many people has she killed? Is she going to sprout a plunger and start saying exterminate? Wh-”

She’d only said that last part because she tends to get wittier when lives are on the line - it’s not out of any real expectation that he’ll actually appreciate her joke. He’s facing his worst fear and all.

To her surprise, though, the Doctor interrupts her by chuckling. “Amy,” he says, fondly. “What are you talking about?”

Amy shoots another nervous glance at the woman, who still doesn’t seem to have heard them.

“This is your worst fear,” says Amy. “It’s for a reason. I would have guessed the Daleks, or maybe my daughter - your goddaughter - getting into the stash of booze, so she has to be worse.”

“Amy,” says the Doctor. He looks at her, then back at the woman, then back at her. His mouth is moving, but he isn’t making any noise. His hands start to move - seemingly of their own accord - but he still doesn’t make a sound. Her suggestion was apparently insane enough as to render him speechless.

She considers hitting him to snap him out of it, but is distracted by movement on the other side of the room. The woman’s shoulders are tenser than they were when they walked in, and her head is slightly cocked - she’s listening to them. Amy resolves her initial impression of her. Clearly she pays attention, and is restrained enough to not attack them outright.

She turns back to the Doctor, who is still waving his arms about like a madman. Amy understands the urge to laugh hysterically when faced with terrifying situations, but this is really too much. She pokes him in the shoulder.

“Doctor,” she says, and nods at the woman.

The Doctor straightens, the smile slipping off his face. “Of course,” he says, suddenly deadly serious. Amy feels butterflies in her stomach and quashes them determinedly.

“Amy,” he says, formally, gesturing to the other woman like they’re at a ball of some kind. “Let me introduce you to Rose Tyler.”

On cue, the woman turns around. Everything about her posture screams military, or at least, well trained by a serious organization. Her arms are crossed, her hair is pulled out of her face, and she’s wearing a no-nonsense expression. Amy can see how she would be a threat.

She strides towards them and stops in front of the Doctor. He closes his eyes and allows her into his personal space, closer than anyone’s ever tried to get before. Amy’s hand makes an abortive movement to stop her - but the Doctor would say something, if he didn’t want her so close.

Right?

Or is he that scared?

“Doctor,” greets Rose Tyler. She’s significantly shorter than him, but it still feels like she’s in his face. “Nice to see you.”

She turns towards Amy. It’s not particularly sudden, but she jumps anyway.

“You’re the one travelling with him these days, I take it?”

Amy glances at the Doctor, who opens his eyes and nods at her. She takes a deep breath. “Yeah. Me and my husband, and sometimes our daughter.”

“Wow,” says Rose. Strangely, it doesn’t sound sarcastic, the way Amy would expect someone evil to say it. It just sounds... normal.

She turns back to the Doctor, dropping her arms to her sides. “You’ve gone completely domestic, haven’t you?”

Scratch that. She sounds teasing.

The Doctor takes a deep breath and then- he-

wraps his arms around Rose, lifting her up with the force of his hug. Amy can’t catch much of what he says, except that there’s a missed you in there as he gently swings her from side to side.

Rose laughs, bright and sunny, and says, “Put me down!”

“Never,” says the Doctor, swaying her back and forth before he does in fact put her down. He’s grinning, wide, and Amy has never seen him this excited. It still seems off, somehow - but there’s no way he would hug an enemy.

As Rose straightens her jacket, Amy tries to get the Doctor’s attention without it being too obvious, but he’s too caught up in staring at Rose to notice anything she tries. She abandons her frantic hand waving and considers. This information changes everything. When the Doctor had been so nervous- when he hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from Rose- it wasn’t fear.

The Doctor is enamoured with this woman.

Amy almost laughs. Of course his worst fear is an ex girlfriend. Facing the consequences of his actions, and all.

Rose finishes rearranging herself and looks back up at the Doctor, grinning wide. The Doctor smiles at her, although his face has lost all the joy of their reunion. It seems like he’s remembered where they are, suddenly, and it’s hit him like a bucket of cold water to the face.

He reaches down to cup the side of her head.

“Rose Tyler,” he says, his voice quiet. “What do you remember?”

Rose narrows her eyes at him. “What?”

“You are a projection of this hotel created for me,” says the Doctor, his voice turning cold, more or less. It’s still wavering. Amy can see how he’s struggling, but she’s not sure Rose can. “And I need your help.”

Her suspicions are confirmed when Rose steps back, out of his grasp. “Really?” she asks, the smile leaving her face. “Okay, we can do that.” Suddenly her expression is as frosty as his. “I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I was created from your memories, so the last thing I remember is watching the TARDIS leave me- leave us on that bloody beach.” She laughs, bitter. “That’s because that’s the last thing you remember about me.”

“Rose-” he says. “I didn’t-”

“No,” she says. “You’re right.” She sighs. “I shouldn’t- I’m not-”

She opens her mouth as if to ask a question, but he interrupts her. “I need you to focus.”

He’s looking over Rose’s head. Amy shifts, slightly, and sees the expression on his face. He’s torn, the way he gets sometimes when he’s looking at someone who’s going to die and there’s nothing he can do to stop it. “We need your help to figure out what’s going on here.”

Rose can’t see his face, though. She flinches. “That’s what you think of us, isn’t it?” she says. “I’d forgotten. But we’re nothing but apes to you, right? Apes with creativity. It’s what I am to you. A good problem solver.”

There it is, thinks Amy. Worst fear - a fight with an ex. Granted, it’s a pretty ugly fight already. Both of them are trying to hurt each other, now, and when you love someone that feeling is more painful than anything else in the world.

And she knows his treatment of his friends is a sore spot for him.

“We’re not doing this,” he says, his voice hard. Obviously Rose is rehashing an old argument. “We’re not- you’re not real. Rose Tyler doesn’t exist in this universe. All I need from you is her brain. So use it to help us.”

Rose adjusts her stance, crossing her arms again. “I don’t know what’s going on,” she says, in the same tone. “You need to give me some information before I can.”

The Doctor summarizes their findings in a few sentences, getting less cold and more animated as the story goes on. “And so we have four humans, one Tivolian, and one Time Lord, none of whom know what is going on and four of whom are going to go absolutely bonkers in worship to some Him in the next few hours-”

“How does this place know their worst fears?” asks Rose. “How am I here? Was it planning on you?”

“I don’t know,” says the Doctor. “Ditto. And no. We were planning on going to Ravan-Skala. Do you remember? I told you about it, once. We were going to...”

Rose ignores him, her posture shifting into something more tense, even as his voice trails away. “You say one person’s already died?”

“Yes,” says the Doctor, looking away from her. He seems hurt, and Amy’s hackles go up, even though it’s probably understandable for Rose to shy away from more friendly conversation, since their last one devolved so quickly. “Rory - that’s Amy’s husband, he’s a nurse - and Rita - she’s a new one, a medical student - are probably looking at the body now.”

“Ah,” says Rose. Amy realizes what seems so familiar about her posture: it’s military, again. She’s slipped back into the mission mode she was in when they first walked in.

It hits her that she should probably wonder what kind of organization Rose was in. Because it seems like the argument’s already over, and all of his fear - because it was fear, at least when he was standing outside the door - can’t have been for something that short. Anyway, the Doctor’s worst fear wouldn’t be- it wouldn’t be a three-minute argument, right? It has to be deeper.

What can it be?

“How did they die?” asks Rose. The Doctor frowns. Amy thinks back and realizes they hadn’t bothered to figure it out.

“I mean,” says Rose. “Knowing how they died has to give us some clue of what happened.”

“That’s... right,” says the Doctor. His face drops and suddenly he looks terrified.

Amy blinks. What the hell happened?

She’s not sure, but he looks like he’s on the urge of hyperventilating. He looks, somehow, like all of his worst fears were just fulfilled, and she realizes he hasn’t looked like this since they came into the room.

This, then, is why Rose is here. Whatever this is.

She makes a quick decision. She needs to get him out of here, if anything to give him some breathing room and ask him a few questions. If he’s this worked up from a single sentence... And they have a lead to follow up on, besides.

“We need to go and ask Rory and Rita, then,” she says. Both the Doctor and Rose jump, as if they’d forgotten she was in the room with them. As they turn to face her, Amy shrugs, feeling see-through. She compensates with extra bravado. “We’re running low on time, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” says the Doctor, his expression changing from fear into confidence. Amy hates it when that happens - it means he’s figured something out, gotten ahead of her. “But we need to figure out what’s going on, too, or at least come up with a viable theory. Amy, you need to stay here.”

“What?” asks Amy. There’s no way she’s letting him go out there on his own, not as his time runs out. Plus, she doesn’t want to be left alone with-

“We need to keep working on this problem,” says the Doctor, becoming more animated as the idea becomes more viable. “We have a lead, but that doesn’t mean we know anything. You and Rose can figure it out together, I know it, and she can’t- you can’t leave the room, right, Rose? So you have to stay here with her, Amy. It’s going to be- it’ll-”

He pauses.

“Why are you making that face at me, Amelia Pond?”

Amy wrinkles her nose at the sound of her full name.

Rose glances at her, then looks away. “She doesn’t want to be alone with me,” she says. “I turned up here, after all.”

“Ah,” says the Doctor. He turns to Amy, takes a deep breath, and looks her straight in the eyes. “It’s going to be fine,” he says, running his knuckles across her cheek - almost paternally. “I trust Rose. She’s not going to hurt you.”

Then why is she your worst fear?, Amy wants to ask, but now that he’s closer she can see the look in his eyes. He’s only a few feet from the breaking point, and she doesn’t want to push him further.

“Anyways,” he says, quietly. “I’m the only one who can find my way back. Otherwise I’d send you.”

“Yeah,” she whispers, trying not to worry too much. He’s a pseudo-immortal Time Lord - he’ll be fine. “Okay. Go ahead. We’ll be here.”

The Doctor pulls back, a manic look slipping onto his face. “Excellent!” he says, clapping his hands together. “I’ll be back! No one wander off!”

“Right,” says Amy, glancing at Rose.

Rose looks around. “Couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

“Precisely!” say the Doctor, giving them both finger guns as he backs out the door. Then he closes it, and Amy is left alone with Rose Tyler.

“Right,” she repeats.

-

To live in this world

 you must be able

to do three things:

-

Amy turns to Rose.

She’s not sure what she’s expecting. Rose doesn’t seem to be evil, or particularly harmful, even inadvertently. She seems to be important to the Doctor, yes, but that doesn’t mean anything. Daleks are important to the Doctor. So are bananas, for that matter.

“So,” she says, trying (and probably failing) to sound casual. “Any ideas?”

If anything, Rose has good problem solving skills. She’d said it herself, earlier. Of course, the one time she’d demonstrated them, the Doctor had nearly had a panic attack, but Amy’s sure it’s fine. And Amy’s own reasoning skills aren’t half bad, either. They just need to use them.

By working together.

Amy’s not particularly known for her cooperative nature. Bloody hell, are they screwed.

Rose frowns. “Did you notice anything odd about the other people in the hotel? The Doctor doesn’t usually think to check this, or at least the him I knew didn’t, but if someone’s faking it- or planning on-”

“Sorry,” interrupts Amy. “You knew a different regeneration of him?”

Sue her. It was practically an invitation to ask about Rose’s past with the Doctor. Amy knows they’re low on time, but she has a feeling that the key to this is getting more information.

“Two, actually,” says Rose, absently. She still looks thoughtful. “Or possibly there’s a clue in how they talk when they go crazy? Are they being controlled? Are they acting out of character? Or are they speaking of their own volition? Do they want it?”

“I dunno,” says Amy. “I mean, I haven’t really seen any of them being controlled. By the time we got here, Joe was already crazy-”

“No video footage?”

“No,” says Amy. “Listen- I need you to pay attention to me.”

Rose instantly turns to Amy, her gaze sharpening. “Yes?” Amy half expects her to finish with soldier?, but apparently Rose can still talk to civilians.

“I don’t have enough information,” says Amy. “You have to tell me: why are you in the Doctor’s room?”

Rose stares at her for a second. Then she frowns. “I don’t see why that matters.”

“It does,” insists Amy. “Look, I know you still have questions, but take my word for it: I don’t have any other information about the victims. The only other lead we have is the hotel itself, and you’re a primary source. So-”

She sits down on the bed and pats the coverlet next to her.

“What’s your story?”

Rose sits down next to her, slowly. She’s still staring at her.

“Well?” prompts Amy.

Rose sighs and looks up at the ceiling.

“I used to travel with him,” she says, slowly. “I- I got lost. I was trapped in a parallel universe for a few years. I got back in time to help him save the multiverse, and then he dumped me right back at-”

She sighs. Her voice had gotten louder, but she takes a deep breath and gets it back under control. Her posture stays relaxed, though - fallen from the military posture she’s had since her confrontation with the Doctor.

She’s Amy’s age. It’s an odd thing to realize, because she seemed so much older, like she’s on the Doctor’s level. But she looks about 21 or 22, maybe 25 at a stretch.

“I don’t think I’m his worst fear,” says Rose, eventually. “I mean- I don’t- I love him, you know, and he loves me, or at least he used to, enough to break all of his rules. And I think he might still-”

Her hands close over the coverlet.

“It isn’t me,” she says, after a pause, sounding sure of it. “It’s- I think he’s terrified of losing me, the way he already did. And not- I mean- he’s done it on purpose. He’s chosen to lose me three times, now, at least, and he does the same to everyone else. So it’s not just that. It’s-”

She hesitates. Amy finds herself feeling curious about what the answer is, and not just because it will help her understand something about her famously private best friend. There’s something intriguing about this woman who claims the Doctor likes her best, made sadder by the fact that he refuses to acknowledge who she is. She’s obviously unique in some sense, if she’s in his room, and she seems as real as any other-

She isn’t the real Rose, though, argues part of her brain, and Amy flushes in remembered shame. She’d listened to that voice when encountered by the Flesh clone of the Doctor, and then it turned out that Amy herself was a clone, too. She’s spent enough sleepless nights feeling guilty over her treatment of him - and her hypocrisy - to know better now.

Speaking of which, though: it’s odd that the Doctor didn’t make the connection, too. He’d been so insistent that the Flesh Doctor was real and everything. He’d make the same argument for this Rose, right?

Unless it isn’t about his principles. Which, okay, yeah, probably pretty obvious, but it’s still important. He’s denying that Rose is real for another reason.

What is it? It should have to do with his fear... right?

“How long did it take him to come here?” asks Rose, suddenly. “I mean, once he realized-”

Amy thinks back. “About four minutes.”

Rose nods. “There is is. It’s- he- he’s always going to do that, I think, and that’s what scares him. Once he knows he can see me, he’s going to, and damn the consequences.” She stops, and frowns. “Huh. I don’t think I understood him this well before.”

“But now you do?”

Why would the room’s creation have extra knowledge? Is it to somehow make them scarier?

“Yeah,” says Rose, frowning again. “I think- it’s because of his expectations. He imagines that I must know him pretty well by now, because of my husband.”

Amy decides they’ve gone far enough down the rabbit hole and doesn’t ask. “So you think his worst fear is you? But not you, specifically, but his dependence on you?”

“Yes,” says Rose.

“Because he has faith in you,” she says. “He always thinks you’re going to help him save the day.” It reminds Amy of Gibbis. When they’d left, he had been on his knees, praying to the god of benevolent conquerors or whatever.

And now that she’s thinking about it, the others had been doing similar things. Howie had been talking about the X-Files, or something, to reassure himself that problems like this are solvable. Rita had kept anxiously putting her hands next to each other, palms up, as if her subconscious had already started praying. The Doctor’s immediate running to Rose isn’t so unexpected, in retrospect.

“Yes,” says Rose.

Of course it makes sense. Religion exists to reassure people when they don’t know what’s going on (basically all the time, for everyone, but oh well). But if everyone copes in approximately the same way, and the victims all end up praising Him-

Could it be connected? Does the hotel want them to pray, or at least fall back on faith?

Why would something want that?, thinks Amy, and wanders back into her mental archive of Doctor-related conversations for an answer. He’d mentioned, once, something about something like-

Oh, yeah. He was telling her all of the times that the Earth was saved with no one the wiser - initially a ploy to show her the necessity of waking up early, somehow - but after about ten minutes he’d gotten quiet and said, “And then there was the Year That Never Was.”

Amy hadn’t had any idea of what he was talking about (which was expected, considering the conversation topic), but even she had heard the capital letters. “What?”

“The Earth was saved by a singular, spectacular woman,” the Doctor had said. “And the power of belief.”

Belief is powerful.

Amy blinks. Joe had just- he’d just dropped dead, like a string was cut. But if the power of his belief, all that kept him alive and kicking, had been seized, somehow...

“Rose,” she says. “I’m not very good at medicine, but I am very good at figuring out mysteries.”

“The Doctor only takes the best,” agrees Rose.

“Of course,” says Amy, even too distracted to make a joke, or possibly take a bow. “What if the hotel is harvesting their belief?”

Rose frowns. “What?”

Amy stands and turns to face her. “Think about it. The Doctor came straight to you because he has faith in you, right? The others who are still alive also turned to whatever they believe in. The hotel has to have planned on that. And before the victims died, they kept saying ‘Praise him’, like they were worshipping something.”

“So faith is involved. Obviously, if people are seeing what they fear the most.”

“Yes,” says Amy. “Obviously.” She uses air quotes. “Not everyone’s para-military, or whatever organization you come from, you know.”

She grins at Rose, to show there’s no hard feelings, and keeps talking. “But why show people their worst fears and cause that belief?”

“This could be a prison of some kind,” says Rose. “The Doctor’s no saint. I mean, you and your husband haven’t even been drawn to your rooms - if you were brought here by accident, just because they wanted him, it would make sense.”

Amy shakes her head. “I don’t think it is. Why would the people die, then?”

“Torture and then execution?”

“Stop poking holes in my theory!”

Rose smiles, holding her hands up in surrender. “I’m only playing devil’s advocate!”

“Sure,” says Amy, looking at her mock-doubtfully, before moving on. “Anyway, why would they keep saying ‘Praise him’?”

“That’s true.”

“And you’re right,” says Amy. “It’s just a theory. But the Doctor mentioned something about the power of belief, once, and how it saved the world. If it’s that powerful, can’t it be used as a- a power source, or something?”

Rose’s smile melts away. She’s left with an expression of regret and pain. She looks like she’s remembering something - that, and she just realized something about their current situation. “Yes,” she says, quietly. “That’s true.”

Amy’s curious, and anyway, they can’t do much else without getting the Doctor’s information. “Were you there? What happened?”

Rose takes a deep breath and looks away from her. “Someone took over the world with a paradox,” she says, quickly, “and trapped the Doctor, powerless, on an aircraft carrier, forcing him to watch as he wiped out the human race. His companion at the time - a medical student named Martha, smarter than he was, usually - walked the Earth, trying to stay alive and pass on his story, so that when the time came the concentrated power of our belief would free him and then paradox could be undone, destroying that timeline.”

She’s gone back to mission mode. Amy realizes she does it to take a mental step back from what she’s describing.

“Are you... are you from that timeline?” she asks. It would make sense for a tough military person like Rose to be from an apocalyptic Earth.

Rose shakes her head, grinning a little. “Nah. I’m from London, same as any other regular person. I was- I was travelling around on my own at the time, trying to find the Doctor, and I ran into Martha. I helped her out for a few weeks, kept watch while she slept so she would be alert enough for her stories. I slept while she told them. I didn’t think it was Earth - didn’t think something so horrible could happen to my planet - and the details she’d mentioned just made me miss the Doctor even more. If I’d stayed awake, I might have-”

She inhales sharply, then closes her eyes and exhales.

“It’s past that time now. But her stories must have worked. Which means- yes, your theory is definitely possible.”

“It depends on how the people died,” says Amy. “There must be some way to tell if their belief was somehow harvested. We’ll just have to wait for the Doctor to-”

On cue, the door bursts open.

-

to love what is mortal;

-

“Amy!” says the Doctor, striding inside. He closes the door behind him, smiling wide. “Rose Tyler!”

There’s something off about his eyes. Amy realizes she’s not sure how long it’s been since he went back to the others. How much time does he have left?

“Hi,” she says.

“Hello, Doctor,” says Rose. She smiles at the Doctor, but it’s muted. “Did you get back to the others?”

“Yes!” says the Doctor, looking thrilled. “We found out how they died! Well, I didn’t really, it was mostly Rory and Rita-”

Here we go, thinks Amy. She’s worried to death about this man, but can he please shut up for even five minutes at a time?

“-have I mentioned how incredible she is? Of course, Rory is great, but Rita’s only a few involuntary statements away from going crazy, and she’s never been off-planet or in a life-threatening situation before, and she’s solving mysteries about alien causes of death-”

Amy shoots him a look, crossing her arms. He clears his throat. “Anyways. Joe died of... Get this, Amy! Nothing was wrong with him.”

She frowns. She’s not a medical expert, but it seems-

She looks over at Rose, who shrugs.

“What?”

The Doctor flaps his hands excitedly. “Exactly! He just stopped functioning, like he ran out of energy, or something.”

Amy has to resist the ridiculous urge to smile. It’s a terrible situation, but she may just be right about what’s causing it, and she’s proud of her ability to figure these things out. “You mean if he’d had a protein shake, he’d still be alive?”

The Doctor shrugs. “Probably not. Rita said he’d mentioned eating about an hour before getting here, so he probably wasn’t hungry. Rory says - he’s got more experience with this sort of thing, Rose - it’s likely his energy was sucked out of him on purpose. Since Joe was acting so weird, he thinks whatever made him Joe was taken, somehow. If we truly have souls, taking them would kill us, pretty quickly. Rita’s seen heart attack victims at her hospital, and she says the symptoms are similar, and that it seems like defibrillation would’ve had a positive reaction, and it’s fascinating, really, I could-”

Amy turns to Rose, arms crossed. Without looking at him, she says to the Doctor, “So what you’re saying is that something sucked out their energy and possibly their soul for their own uses-”

Rose throws up her hands. She’s grinning, slightly, and Amy knows it’s only out of worry for the Doctor that she’s not full-out laughing. “Fine, Amy!”

The Doctor frowns at both of them, half upset at being interrupted and half at missing the joke. “What?”

“We’ve figured it out,” says Amy. “The last thing we needed was the medical evidence. The hotel is harvesting people’s energy, somehow.”

“Ah,” says the Doctor, the smile dropping off his face. “That- that would make sense.”

“Yeah,” says Amy, inclining her head at Rose. “Pretty obvious, in retrospect.”

“How- how would it do that?” asks the Doctor. He’s starting to look nervous, and it scares Amy. His real superpower is hiding his emotions: when he gets too anxious to do that, they’re really in trouble. “I can feel it coming. I’m not sure how, but it is. Keeping busy seems to help the others, but for me - the more frantic I get, the faster it comes.”

He shrugs, trying and failing to seem nonchalant as he looks away from them. “I suppose I’ll provide a lot of energy.”

Rose walks up to him, slowly, and puts her hand on his shoulder, facing away from Amy. It’s the first time she’s touched him this whole time, and Amy doesn’t miss the small tremor that runs through him.

She’s figured it out, Amy realizes. If they’re being killed by their faith, the Doctor-

“You will,” says Rose, quietly. Amy feels like she should turn around or something. He’s never like this with her - even when he’s sure they’re going to die, he’s manic and hopeful until the end. It’s Rose’s presence that’s made him this delicate, and it feels wrong that she’s watching.

She doesn’t turn away, though.

“You will provide a lot of energy. But not for the reason you’re thinking.”

The Doctor furrows his brow and looks at her.

“It’s belief, Doctor.”

He swallows, his Adam’s apple working. “What?”

“Showing people their worst fears makes them think of what they believe in,” says Rose. “When they focus on their belief, they have more energy, and that energy is easier to harness. You’ve done it before, although to a much smaller extent. Remember-”

“-Martha?” finishes the Doctor. He looks up, away from Rose’s face. “Of course I do. I could never for- I will always remember.”

“Good,” says Rose. “She deserves it. But- Doctor, you’re a prime candidate. Do you see why?”

The Doctor looks back to her face. Something must click, because the confused lines on his forehead clear. “Oh.”

“Yes,” says Rose. “You came- love, I’m sorry, but you came running straight to me. The source of your fear was your faith and the hotel only made you believe in me more and-”

“But I've seen a lot of this universe,” says the Doctor, quietly. It sounds like he’s quoting something. “I've seen fake gods and bad gods and demi-gods and would-be gods, and out of all that, out of that whole pantheon, if I believe in one thing, just one thing, I believe in-”

“Stop it,” says Rose, her voice shaking. “Don’t do that.”

“I will always do this,” says the Doctor, his voice going faint with horror. His worst fear, thinks Amy. “I will always-”

“You need to stop it!” says Rose, her voice getting louder. She still sounds shaken. “It puts you in danger! You’re about to die, Doctor! You can’t keep running towards me when you spot the barest hint of a chance-”

The Doctor raises his voice to match her volume. “Tough luck, Rose Tyler!” he shouts. He steps backwards, away from her. “Because I will always need you! I need you enough that I saw you when I had to make the hardest choice of my lives! The only reason I was able to make that decision was because you were there. I hadn’t even met you yet, but the worst weapon my people had ever made knew that your face was its best chance to convince me not to commit geno-”

Rose takes her own step back. She shakes her head, like she understands what he’s saying but doesn’t want to believe him. “What?”

“Yes,” he says. “You were there.”

She turns around to look at Amy as if she can’t handle what he’s saying. Amy has no idea what he’s talking about, but she nods at her. Keep going. It’s a good, important thing she’s telling him - he seems unable to find closure for anyone he loses, just locks it up inside. If Rose can convince him to let go of her-

Rose turns back to the Doctor. “You didn’t need me,” she says. “You could have done it.”

“You don’t know that,” says the Doctor.

“Yes, I do,” she says. “I believe in you. You would have done it because it was the right thing to do, no matter how much it hurt you.”

The Doctor stays silent. Rose sighs. “Doctor, I mean it. You don’t need me. You need to let me go.”

“No,” he says. “My worst fear is the fact that I’ll always come running, and that I will never be able to do anything without you. But- Rose, I can’t just kick you out of my life. Ten tried. It didn’t go well for him, emotionally.”

“I’m not telling you to,” she says. “Lord knows, I never want you to forget about me, and I definitely don’t want you to repeat what he did. But you didn’t need me for this. Amy figured it all out on her own. All she asked me for was our history, and you could have given her that. Doctor-”

She sighs.

“You need closure. You’ve been doing just fine without me for so long, and this- this open wound, it can hurt you when you least expect it.”

It reminds Amy of times he’s frozen at the wrong moment, reminded of someone he’d lost centuries ago. Rose is right.

“Or someone could manipulate it,” says Rose. The Doctor looks hurt, like what she’s saying is a betrayal of everything he’s known about her. Amy isn’t sure if it’s the general betrayal of you’re making me deal with my emotions or if it’s a deeper issue. “You need to heal.”

The Doctor frowns at her, opening his mouth to argue before hesitating.

Oh, thinks Amy, realizing what’s happening. Rose is breaking his faith in her - and at the same time, his fear of her - in the most loving way she can manage, both by making him realize he needs to move on and making it easy for him to do so.

She’s probably been planning it since they figured out what was going on in this hotel. It’s why she’s looked so nervous - nervous and sad - this entire time.

It makes Amy want to cry. It’s a good thing, and the right thing to do, but it feels like the end of something that has defined him.

“Of course Amy figured it out,” says the Doctor, eventually. “Amy’s spectacular.” Warmth blooms in Amy’s chest, the way it always does when he compliments her.

Rose sighs.

He shrugs. “And that’s why I take companions. I can’t do this alone, Rose.”

“Of course,” she says. “But you don’t need me.”

“No. Not like I did. I got so used to needing you that when I stopped-”

He brushes a strand of Rose’s hair out of her eyes. She laughs a little. The sound is wet.

“You have a point,” he says. “About the letting-go thing. I suppose. I guess- I only need-”

With his hand still in her hair, he leans down and whispers something into her ear. When he pulls back, Rose is crying, fully and openly, loud enough that even Amy can hear it.

“Do you think that’ll do it?” she says, eventually. “Is that- is that all you needed to tell me?”

The Doctor looks down, taking Rose’s hands in his own. “Just this more,” he says. “I will always miss you. I will never forget.”

“Good,” she says. “I’m sure the real me knows that too.”

Then she reaches up and flattens his hair. “Go on, then,” she says. “Go fix this. Save the others and get out of here.”

“Will do,” says the Doctor, smiling at her one last time. He grabs Amy’s hand on the way out.

Just before they leave the room, Amy glances back. Rose is smiling at them, still crying. As Amy watches, she wipes her eyes, winks at them, and then closes the door behind them.

-

to hold it

 against your bones knowing

your own life depends on it;

-

Later, in the TARDIS, after they’ve set the Minotaur free (via death) and taken everyone home (all alive), Amy walks into the library holding a steaming cup of tea. She’s in her pajamas and looking forward to a book - a common late-night custom of hers, when Rory has already gone to sleep and she’s waiting for her internal clock to realize the hour - and is surprised to find the Doctor sitting on the couch. He almost never goes into the library.

“Hey,” she says, sitting on the loveseat, adjacent to him. “I never see you here.”

“Yes, well,” he says, closing his book. It’s an old, dog-eared copy of Pride and Prejudice. “Rose and I used to spend almost every evening in here. I thought- I thought it would be fitting to come back. Make some new memories, and all.”

“Yeah,” she says, reaching out to grab his book. He doesn’t stop her, so she flips open to the cover page.

Rose Tyler is written in the top left corner. Amy traces the loops of the letters and looks back up at the Doctor, who’s watching her with a fond smile.

“Tell me about her,” she says. Now that they’re finally out of danger, she can finally ask all the questions she wants without having to relate them back to the mystery. “She wasn’t always military, was she? What was she like?”

“Oh, Amy,” says the Doctor. He grins at her. “She was wonderful.”

-

and, when the time comes to let it

go,

to let it go.

#doctor who #eleven x rose #doctorroseprompts #ficandchips #the god complex #fic: in blackwater woods #sb and l writes #dwfic #I DID IT!! #for those of you just seeing this: this fic is 9k #I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS MONSTER OF A POST

[hereyougo-flamingsword]

iCarly Good Omens AU, the possession scene

So, I was actually Serious about that icarly Good Omens AU, where Freddie is the angel, Sam is the demon, Carly is the fake antichrist, and Spencer is the real antichrist.

Gibby’s just a regular human, but he definitely has a part to play in this story as well, which is what you will find below.  Enjoy.

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“Moooom, I’m trying to commune with the DEAD!” Gibby yelled, “The souls? On the other side of the veil, know of em?! Don’t BOTHER me right now, or I’m gonna lose my FOCUS!”

Gibby slammed the door.

“Sorry about that, ladies,” he smiled, turning the charm back on for his guests, “Where were we?”

His three friends from school shifted uncomfortably.

“We were gonna talk to ghosts,” said Tammy impatiently, “You SAID you knew how.”

“Ah, yes,” Gibby said, pulling an Ouija board out from under his bed, “Let us begin.”

“Isn’t that just a board game?” asked Julia, “I think I saw it at Target the other day.”

“Just a BOARD GAME?!” gasped Gibby in outrage, “This is no ordinary BOARD game…it’s glow in the DARK!”

He shook the cardboard box at them, the contents rattling. “Therefore, more connected to spirits!”

He began the setup, unfolding the board onto the floor, and flicking the light switch off.

“Okay. The instructions said that we ALL have to put our hands on this little thingy together,” Gibby said, motioning for the others to copy him, “and then the spirits will move it along the letterboard to give us a message. Everybody ready?”

The girls looked at each other, and then reached their hands out to the plastic triangle, glowing ominously in the dark.

“Spirits, spirits, I call upon your presence,” Gibby said, closing his eyes shut tightly, “If you are with us, please give us a sign!”

Nothing happened.

Gibby cracked an eye open after an uncomfortably long period of time, and saw nothing out of the ordinary.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” said Julia.

“Shut up, Julia, give him a minute! I wanna talk to ghosts!” snapped Tammy.

“Ghosts aren’t even REAL, Tammy, I don’t know why we’re here-“

“They are too! My uncle said-“

“Shut up about your uncle, Sarah-“

“Would you quiet down! It’s disturbing the spirits!” scolded Gibby.

The three of them fell silent, and put their hands slowly back onto the triangle.

And waited.

And waited.

“I’m getting bored, when are the spirits going to come?!” asked Sarah impatiently.

“In just a moment, I’m sure of it! As the spirit medium, I need to make sure I am a…” Gibby took a deep breath, and wiggled his body, “Completely receptive vessel.”

He closed his eyes and took another deep breath.

“Empty your mind, Gibby…” he muttered in self-encouragement.

Even Tammy raised an eyebrow at that.

“This isn’t working, Gibby,” insisted Julia, pulling her hands back, “I’m going home.”

At that exact moment, Gibby’s eyes flew wide open.

“Wait! I-I-I think, something’s happe-AGH!”

Gibby thrashed, sending the board flying and his friends scrambling to the other side of his bed, screaming all the way.

They watched in horror as he continued to flounder around, and let out a truly upsetting number of sounds.

But even in the midst of his distress, Gibby was laughing.

“Guys! I’m being-agh-possessed! I TOLD you-agh! Ow! Eee! I TOLD you that the spirits were coming!! Yess! I was right!!! Ooooooooo-AAAAAAAAAAA-“

Suddenly Gibby went very still, and fell backwards onto the ground.

The girls crawled across the bed and peeked down at his motionless form.

“Is he dead?” asked Tammy.

“I don’t know,” said Sarah.

Gibby suddenly sat up, ramrod straight, and observed his surroundings.

“Well, this is weird,” came a deeper, smoother voice out of Gibby’s mouth. “Where AM I…”

“Let there be light!” Gibby said, snapping his fingers, and the light switch moved on its own to brighten up the room.

Gibby looked down at his hands, patted his belly, his chest, his head-

“Wait. Am I…GIBBY?!” he exclaimed in disgust.

“Hey!” came Gibby’s regular voice from his throat, crossing his arms, “What’s wrong with being-wait, Freddie?”

Gibby tapped his own forehead. “Is that YOU in there?”

Freddie rolled Gibby’s eyes. “Yeah, it’s me, Gib.”

“Is that…Freddie from iCarly?” asked Julia in a timid voice.

Both entities occupying Gibby’s body seemed to realize that they weren’t alone at the same time.

“Okay! Session over, time for you all to go,” said Freddie’s voice, opening the door and ushering the three girls out.

“So sorry to rush you, my mom will show you out BYE!” called Gibby as Freddie used his hand to close the door on them.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Gibby turned around.

“Freddie, why are you possessing me? Does this mean you’re dead?”

Gibby gasped, and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Did Sam finally kill you?”

“Wha-NO!!” Freddie bristled.

“No judgement, brother,” Gibby said, clapping himself sympathetically on the shoulder, “We all knew it was coming.”

“No, Gibby, I’m an ANGEL.”

“Ah, yes. Only the good die young,” said Gibby, nodding slowly.

“Gibby I was never human!” Freddie blurted, “I’m a real angel, the kind from Heaven, I’m six THOUSAND years old, and I’m trying to stop the end of the WORLD!”

Gibby blinked, and sat on his bed heavily.

“An angel?” he said in disbelief, “I’m being possessed…by an angel right now?”

“Um, technically? Yeah.”

“Wow…this is the coolest thing that has ever happened to me!” Gibby exclaimed, a grin spreading wide over his face.

Freddie rolled Gibby’s eyes. “That’s great, Gibby. But can we please get a move on? The antichrist has come into his power already, which means we REALLY don’t have the time to sit around.”

“The antichrist? Who’s the ANTIchrist?” asked Gibby.

“It’s uh…it’s actually Spencer, if you can believe it.”

Gibby’s mouth dropped.

“What are we sitting around for?! He’s probably destroyed half the CITY by now, Freddie!!” Gibby said, standing up too quickly and falling on his face.

“Glad we’re on the same page,” Freddie said, muffled into the carpet.

“By the way, my real name is Benthiel,” said Freddie, as they both struggled to stand again, “But you can still call me Freddie if you want.”

“Wow. Well my real name is Orenthal,” said Gibby, “But you can still call me Gibby if you want.”

Freddie shuddered a little. “I think I will.”

They pulled the door open and started down the hallway as a joint effort.

“Oh, and by the way? Sam’s a demon.”

“KNEW it!” Gibby pumped his fist in the air, then picked up the pace a little more.

#icarly #good omens

[rebellious-chi]

/French Mistake, Reversed\

My POV

I was sitting in my room writing another Supernatural fanfiction when I got a video call from my friend group. “Hey guys!” I greet them. “Rachel! You answered!” Karly said, excitedly.

So before I get started with my messed up story, let me introduce the new characters from my everyday reality. So first we have Kyler: the gay boy of the group. He’s about 5’9 with short dark brown hair and blue-green eyes.

Next up we have Jaxon: The creative one of the group. Jax is about 5’8 with short aqua blue hair and wears glasses.

Leo Gibbs: nicknamed Gibbs or Gibbie. He’s about 5’1 with short brown hair.

Andrew: the black bi boy. He’s around 5’6 with short black hair.

Then we have Karly: the pansexual pancake. She’s about 5’1 with shoulder length red hair and glasses.

And finally, we have me. The rebellious bisexual. I’m around 5’7 with a light brown, fluffy pixie cut and glasses. Now back to the story.

After the call, I went to bed and went to school for seven terrible hours. The bell rang, signaling that school was ending. I grabbed my stuff and headed towards my locker. I pack my notebooks and grab my phone before my friends run up and start talking to me.

“So it turns out it was my brother the whole time!” Karly states as I slam my locker and play Highway to Hell on my phone. “Alright guys, I gotta go. See ya tomorrow!” I yell as I start for my house. When I get there, I make dinner and then go to my bedroom and attempt to write crappy fanfictions. When my parents get home, they force me to go to sleep but instead, being the rebellious child I am, write more fanfiction. Later that night, I hear my mom scream and my dad yell. I shot out of bed and ran downstairs.

“Mom! Dad! Are you-?” I freeze when I see a vamp turning my mom. I immediately ran back upstairs but was greeted by another vampire, who had snatched me from where I stood and dragged me outside. My eyes widened when I saw a black 1967 Chevy Impala pull into my driveway. What the-? Before I could finish that thought, TFW stepped out. Sam and Dean both had a machete swinging while Cas was heading my way.

He separated the Vamp from me and stabbed him in the chest. “We need to go, Rachel. I’ll explain everything when we get back to our universe.” He tells me. “Wait, Cas! Can we take my friends?” I ask as I see Sam kill a different Vampire. “Cas, there’s more coming!” Dean yells. He turns back to me. “That was intended. Now please, get to the Impala.” He says, touching my shoulder. I follow his instructions and run to Dean’s car. “Let’s get outta here before this gets out of hand!” Sam yells.

If it weren’t for the fact that it was so early in the morning and all of our families were murdered, I’m pretty sure none of my friends would’ve gone with the Winchester’s and Cas. The boys hijacked a van somewhere along the line to pick all of us up in one trip. I must be dreaming. This is impossible. I thought as we arrived at the bunker. I don’t remember entering their universe but I was pretty tired so you can’t exactly blame me. All of my friends rode in the van Sam was driving but I stayed with Dean and Cas in the Impala. I pass out from sleep deprivation and what I assume to be shock.

I wake up in a bed at the bunker. I could tell I was at the bunker because I’ve seen it in pictures many times before. The bed was more comfortable than I thought it would be. I sit up and look around. “Hello.” I look up to find Cas staring at me, holding a plate with pancakes and a cup of coffee. He walked over and sat down. I cross my legs as he hands me the food. “Did you sleep well?” He asks me. I nod and take a bite of pancake. “I don’t remember coming into the bunker.” I point out. “I carried you in.” He said matter-of-factly and I blushed. “Oh. You could’ve woken me up.” I said, looking away in embarrassment. “You looked peaceful and I’m aware you don’t get much sleep.” He defended. When I took a sip of coffee, I realized that it was the perfect balance of hazelnut creamer and coffee. “Wow, someone knows their proportions!” I say excitedly. “Thank you.” He grins and I giggle.

Jax’s POV

I wake up and the first thing I notice is that I’m not in my room. Then, my memory comes flooding back and I remember the blood and gore of my family. The Winchester’s and Castiel. My friends.

For some reason, I simply push it aside and get up. I walk into the main room where everyone is and see everyone staring at me. “Y’all didn’t find the bodies, right?” I ask, joking obviously. “Um?” Cas was confused. I saw Rachel nudge him and giggle “He’s just joking.” And he nodded in realization.

“So do we need to find a case?” Karly suggested. “Not exactly, but if you want to do research I guess we can do that.” Sam said. “Why can’t we just go hunt monsters?” Andrew asked. “Dude, we would need to know what we’re fighting.” I pointed out. “Oh, right.” He shrugs. “Let’s just research.” Gibbie decided. “Fine.” Andrew groaned.

After about half an hour, Kyler fell asleep and started snoring like a freakin pig. Rachel shut her book and stood up. “I’m bored. I need to move.” She complained. “Rachel, of course you’re bored, you’re reading.” I tell the restless bisexual. “Hush.” She smiles. “I could take her down to the dungeon and teach her how to fight.” Dean suggested. “Dude, yes!” She exclaims. Alrighty, follow me.” He said and she did.

Gibbs’ POV

After Rachel and Dean went to the dungeon, I kicked Kyler in the knee to make him stop snoring. “Ouch! That hurt!” He said, almost shouting. “No offense, but you were getting on my nerves.” I told him. “That doesn’t give you the right to kick me!” He defended. “I’m on Gibbs’ side, it was getting annoying.” Karly laughed. “Yeah.” Jax agreed, not looking up from his book.

“So, are we just going to ignore the fact the we’re all older than 14?” Jax asked. We all looked at each other like idiots. “I’ve been trying to avoid that...” Kyler said. Sam just watched us as we tried to figure out how old we are now. “Well Jax looks about 27, Reegan looks about 24, Karly looks about 25, Kyler looks about 31, and Andrew looks about 29.” I say. “And you look 26.” Kyler points out. “I think Rachel looks 26 as well.” Cas suggests. “Why are we all different ages?” Karly asks him. “It’s a different universe. You could be any age.” He says. “So is there like, two of each of us running around?” Kyler asked. “No. Every universe is different. Our universe was missing all of you.” He says, looking back at his book. “Oh.” I said, a little surprised. “So like, the supernatural is real?” Jax asks. “It’s not suppose to be in your universe.” Sam says. “Then what happened?” Kyler asks. “They must’ve come through the universe divider.” Cas suggests. “Universe divider?” I question. “On the set of Supernatural, there’s a rip in your universe that leads to ours.” Sam explains. “Like the one in season 13?” Andrew suggests. “Season 13?” Sam asks, confused. “He means the one that was created by Jack when he was born.” Kyler explains. “Oh, yeah. Exactly like that one.” Sam confirms.

Kyler’s POV

After a few hours, Dean and Rachel came back from the dungeon. “So what’s for dinner?” Dean asks almost immediately, smacking Sam across the back of his head, screwing up his notes when Sam’s hand drew a line along the length of the paper, and Sam threw his pencil at him. “Burgers, Dean. We’re having burgers” Sam said, angrily. “Great! I’m starving.” Dean said. Sam and Dean went to the kitchen and Rachel came into the library and sat next to Gibbs. “So what’d you guys find out?” She asked. “We aren’t supposed to exist in this universe.” Jax told her. “Oh yeah, and there’s a universe divider on the set of Supernatural in our universe!” Karly said, excitedly. “And the supernatural isn’t supposed to be real there, either.” I add. “Also, the reason we’re older than 14 is because we traveled through universes.” Gibbs pointed out. “I meant what’d you find out about the monsters you were researching but that’s cool, too.” Rachel stated.

When Sam and Dean came in and it was time to eat, Dean acted as if he hadn’t eaten in days. “You get enough of that in your mouth?” Sam joked. Jax looked at the rest of us with the look. “Don’t.” Rachel said, but that didn’t stop him. “That’s what he said.” He smirked. “Oh lord.” Gibbs smiled. “I knew it was gonna happen.” I sigh and Rachel facepalmed. “That could also be what she said.” Andrew wiggles his eyebrows and we all giggled. “Yeah, but I was aiming for Destiel.” Jax said. “Yes!” Rachel said, standing up. “No! I’m not gay!�� Dean shouted, also standing up. “I think we all know that you’re bisexual, Dean.” Karly giggles. “Finally, someone agrees with me.” Sam says. “I knew you were a Destiel shipper!” Jax, Rachel, and I shout. “What is Destiel?” Cas asks. “Gay.” Karly says. “Closeted bisexual meets confused rainbow.” Jax says. “I say rainbow in the meaning of like...he’s nice to look at.” He adds. “I 100% agree with that description.” Rachel says. “Um,” Cas was obviously confused but left it alone.

Karly’s POV

After dinner, Sam and Jax stayed in the library to find a case. Rachel, Dean, and Kyler went to ‘The Dean Cave’ to watch classic movies while Kyler passed out in the war room doing something with Cas. I, on the other hand, took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them. Gibbie followed me and helped wash the cups. “Who do you think will fall asleep first, besides Kyler, obviously.” I ask, finishing the last plate. “10 bucks, it’s gonna be Andrew.” Gibbs bet. “I don’t have 10 bucks but I can give you a hug.” I offer. “Okay.” Gibbs chuckles.

10 minutes later, we walk into ‘The Dean Cave’ and see Andrew fast asleep of the couch. “I think I owe you a hug.” I state as I hug Gibbie. Rachel looks back from the couch. “You wanna join? We’re watching Batman.” She asks. “Cool, which one?” Gibbs asks, walking over and flipping down next to Andrew, waking him up. “The original!” Dean exclaims as I sit on the floor, in front of the TV. “There’s room on the couch, ya know.” Dean says. “I’m gay, I don’t sit on couches.” I say and hear Gibbs and Rachel laugh.

I started to fall asleep after ‘Batman Forever’ and eventually collapse on the floor, but before I fall completely asleep, I hear Gibbs say “there she goes.” And laugh.

Andrew’s POV

I couldn’t go to sleep after Leo woke me up so I stayed awake throughout the entire ‘Batman’ binge. It was slightly amusing to watch Karly slowly fall over when in the process of slowly falling asleep. It was 1:30 in the morning when the movies were finished so I stood up and stretched. “I’m gonna go find a room to sleep in.” I say, walking out of the room. “Don’t get lost!” I hear Dean shout.

When I walk past the library, I see Sam and Jax with books in their laps and when I walk past the war room, I see Kyler sleeping and Cas leaving the bunker. I’m too tired to care so I simply keep walking until I find a bedroom and fall face first into the bed.

Dean’s POV

Rachel, Gibbs, and I watched another movie before I turned off my TV and told them I was going to bed. “Alright, I’m going to get some coffee.” Rachel said. “At 3 I’m the morning?” Gibbs asked. “I don’t exactly plan on sleeping.” She said. “If you need a room, Gibbs, there’s one next to mine.” I say, leaving the room. “That’ll work.” He says and follows me out.

On my way to my room, I told Sam and everyone else awake goodnight and shut my door. I grab one of my ‘Busty Asian Beauties’ magazines and look at that for a few hours before finally falling asleep.

Sam’s POV

After Dean and Gibbs went to their rooms, Rachel walked in and took a seat across from me. “So, what’re you doing?” She asks. “We’re researching shapeshifters.” Jax replied. “Cool, I’m gonna go make coffee, you want any?” She asks us. “I’ll have some.” I say. “Me too.” Jax agrees. “Okie dokie!” She smiles and walks to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, she walks in with 3 cups of coffee. “Thank you.” I tell her, graciously. “No problem.” She responds and sits down. The next few hours were researching different monsters and many cups of coffee. Jax fell asleep around 6:23 and I went to bed at 7:01. I’m not really sure if Rachel went to sleep or not but either way, tomorrow we were going to find a case.

#spn #supernatural #castiel #sam winchester #dean winchester #friends #FMR #French Mistake Reversed #original story

[sparrowwritings]

Writing Challenge Day 28: Father

Day Twenty-seven -- Masterpost -- Day Twenty-nine

Telan looked over the disaster of a kitchen. Flour coated every surface available, with most of it making small piles on the floor. Eggs, broken but still near their shells, slowly melded with the powder. Were it not for the two small children standing in the middle of the mess and clearly holding the milk and butter, he’d wonder where those ingredients were. Two pairs of large eyes stared up at him as their precarious balance threatened to fail. The bowl that they had been trying to combine ingredients into had failed spectacularly at being able to contain the contents.

The tense silence was broken by the boy gently lowering the jug of milk to the floor. “H-hey dad,” Gibby spoke sheepishly. Vic still held onto the butter like her life depended on it. The yellow sticks squished out of her arms and made marks on her night dress. She didn’t look ashamed at all. Not that Telan was expecting her to.

With a deep sigh through his nose, he indicated the mess around them. “Care to explain?” It was hard to gauge what exactly he was feeling. Mostly because his face was all in shadow since the hall light was directly behind him.

The children looked at each other with similar confused expressions before turning back to their father. “It’s Father’s Day!” They exclaimed in unison.

“We wanted to make you pancakes,” Gibby broke eye contact to stare at his flour-and-egg covered toes.

“And we didn’t want any help.” Vic stood tall for another few seconds before her shoulders slumped, letting some of the butter plop to the floor. “But we...kinda made a mess.” It was the understatement of the century.

Carefully, Telan made his way into the kitchen before crouching down to keep at eye level with his children. “Tell you what. Let’s clean up a bit and go to the store and I’ll show you two how to make really amazing pancakes.” 

The wary look in their faces brightened up considerably. “You mean it?” Gibby bounced in place. 

“We’re not in trouble?” Vic asked at the same time, a bit less enthusiastic. 

“Your mother and I are going to have a long talk about making things in the kitchen without supervision...” The two winced. “...but otherwise it’s a wonderful idea. Now let’s get this cleaned before she wakes up.”

The pancakes weren’t made until later than any of them had really wanted, but they were indeed amazing.

#writing challenge #sparrow writing #original fiction #day 28 #prompt: father #writing challenge 2018 #carégarn #telan bedevere #Vic and gibby #another short one #but this time it's super cute #telan has the patience of a saint #he kinda needs it with those trouble makers #twenty eight down three to go #next prompt: write

[cantstoptheimagines]

Admiration (Freddie Benson | iCarly)

Summary — You’re oblivious to Freddie’s feelings for you.

Requested by abbieistrashaf — Hey! Can you write a freddie benson one where he has a crush on you but everyone knows except the reader please.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff; friendly teasing; flirting; accidental reveal of someone else’s feelings.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,033. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

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“Freddie, is this light bright enough?” you asked, adjusting a stage light in the iCarly studio.

Freddie had asked you to help him set up the studio before the show began. Carly and Sam were both downstairs. 

Freddie looked up from his camera, and smiled, “Yeah, that’s perfect.”

You stepped down from a chair you had been standing on. When you turned, Freddie still smiling kindly at you.

Your own smile slowly spread across your face, before you asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Freddie shook his head, his smile widening a little: “Nothing. You just look great today.”

You decided to miss with him a little bit: “So... I didn’t look great yesterday? Is that what you’re saying?”

You tried not to burst with laughter as Freddie suddenly became nervous. He began to stutter in response:

“No! No! I didn’t—! No! Of course, I—! You know I’d never—!”

“Freddie!” you laughed. “I’m kidding!”

Freddie immediately stopped rambling when you placed a hand on one of his arms. He slowly relaxed, sighing quietly to himself. It was quiet for a moment. You moved your hand from Freddie’s arm, directing it to his hair.

“Your hair is falling in front of your forehead,” you said, pushing his hair away. “I know how much you hate that.”

Freddie gave you a very small smile, feeling your fingers comb through his hair. However, the moment didn’t last for long.

“What do we have here?” asked the voice of Sam.

Freddie had to keep himself from laughing when you rolled your eyes. He crossed his arms and bumped his hip against your own.

“You have your cameraman who needs to start filming your show and your friend who is going to enjoy a spaghetti taco,” you replied, opening the studio door and waving at your three friends. “Have fun!”

Carly and Sam waited until they knew you were gone. Carly immediately let a wide grin grow on her face. She then began bouncing excitedly on her toes.

“So... when are you going to tell (YOUR NAME) you like her?” she asked.

Freddie gave her a small smirk, and pretended to think for a moment: “Sometime around... never!”

Carly glared, “Why not?”

Freddie ignored her, and began the show’s countdown, “In five... four... three... two...”

“Hi, I’m Carly!”

Sam grinned, “And I’m Sam!”

“And this is iCarly—”

“—where we all share our feeling with the people we like!”

Freddie rolled his eyes at his friends indirectly addressing him. This was going to be a long show.

“Hey, Gibby, do you ever think that Carly looks like Megan from Drake & Josh?” you asked.

Gibby stared at the television screen. After a moment, he shook his head: “I don’t see it.”

You shrugged, “How long do you think the show is going to last? I want to go to the Groovy Smoothie.”

“Probably until Freddie says he’s going to ask you out,” answered Gibby, and then he froze when he realized what he said.

“Gibby?”

He panicked, “I didn’t say anything!”

“Gibby!” you exclaimed. “Does Freddie like me?”

“Uhm...” Gibby paused, “coming Mrs. Benson!”

“Gibby!” you shouted, just as Spencer, Carly’s brother, appeared.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

You glared, “Does Freddie like me?”

Spencer paused, before he shouted, “Coming Mrs. Benson!”

“Spencer!” you exclaimed, standing from your seat on the sofa, watching as he ran from the room.

“Okay,” said Freddie, approaching your usual table at the Groovy Smoothie. “A smoothie for me, a smoothie for Sam, a smoothie for Carly, and a smoothie for (YOUR NAME).”

You tried not to panic as Freddie went back to the counter, but you had to talk to Carly and Sam. You had to know if Freddie liked you or not.

“Does Freddie like me? Spencer and Gibby didn’t answer me and now I don’t know what to do! I need you to tell me right now! Yes or no?” you rambled, but neither Carly nor Sam had time to answer.

“‘Yes or no’, what?” asked Freddie, sitting down beside you.

“Nothing!” you exclaimed, along with Carly and Sam.

Freddie clearly decided to ignore the awkward silence. He gave you his signature smile, sitting next to you. It felt like you and the others sat there forever. You decided you had to ask Freddie if he liked you.

You and Freddie stood in front of your apartment door. You turned to him. You were going to find our if Freddie liked you or not.

“Is it okay if I ask you something? I really need some advice,” you said.

Freddie furrowed his eyebrows, and nodded, “Of course.”

“Okay...” you said. “So... there’s this guy. We’ve been friends for a really long time. I really like him, but I’m not sure if he likes me.”

Freddie felt his heart sink with every word you said. He, however, refused to let his feelings interfere with your happiness. You made it very clear that you liked whoever this guy was.

“What do you like about him?” he asked.

You smiled to yourself: “He’s smart, kind, and very funny. Sometimes he’ll give me his jacket even if I’m not cold... or if we’re having a sleepover with our other friends, he go get food in the middle of the night and stay up with me. He also does this really cute thing when he’s counting down from the number five, he doesn’t say ‘one’.”

Slowly, Freddie went from sad to happy at your words. You were talking about him! You liked him! He couldn’t believe it!

“Are you serious? You really like me?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I really do,” you smiled.

“So... does that mean we can go on a date if I ask you?”

You shrugged, “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

Freddie laughed, “Okay, then. (YOUR NAME), will you go on a date with me?”

“I would love to, Freddie,” you answered.

Freddie stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You returned the hug with a smile on your face. You knew this relationship with Freddie was going to be an amazing adventure. All because it was going to be with one of your best friends.

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