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“The others, I think, were marked. I remember hearing Epps talking in her sleep when I was sitting in her room. She kept muttering that they were marked. I don’t know.” He shook his head, but let her pick up the beer, eyeing it forlornly. When she offered him the drink, he tried. He really did. And, it looked for a moment like it wouldn’t work.

And then it did.

And he laughed, swallowing the first real beer he’d had since before they left the docks to chase down that damned ghost ship.

“I don’t know why I’m still here and they’re not. Would'a thought Greer would have had unfinished business. He had a fiancée waiting.”

“Cheers!” she grinned when the beer flowed into his mouth. Sue doubted a spirit could actually get drunk, but it was more about the camaraderie. Commiserating with another soul. Learning how to help. Putting the pieces together.

“Could have been marked. Sometimes other spirits take others on. Add to the collection some have. Or someone could have sealed their fates in another way.” 

Sue frowned as she thought another long moment, pulling the information together. “Actually, there may be more. Sometimes spirits attach in different ways. My grandfather, the spirit that led me to you, died almost three hundred miles away from me, yet he found me and stays with me. Something here brought you here. Maybe Epps. You saw the Dark One, I know you did. He could be tracking you to get to Epps. Maybe someone sicced it on Epps.” She shrugs. “Or it’s following me. Who the fuck knows.”

“I do know one thing. In the morning, I’ll pay Miss Epps a visit and see what I can find.”

Purgatory or Bust || Closed

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Those words. God, how many years had she been aching to hear those words from his lips? How long had she held out, with just the Engine Room and her stash of booze to keep her company, to hear him say such things? She’d expected him to move on. Or, be terrified to utter them. She knew how things had been with Joss, and had sworn never to be so cold and calculated. Of course, she supected a lot had to do with the fact that she wasn’t a southern belle. She didn’t expect him to be the breadwinner.

She’d, once, pulled shrapnel from her own shoulder, for god’s sake.

Smiling at Leo, she reached up to touch his cheek, missing the little bite of stubble against her fingers. “I love you too, Leonard McCoy. Always have. And pretty sure I always will.”

In most ways, Doctor Leonard McCoy was a stereotypical Southerner. He liked Bourbon, country music, peaches, warm breezes, trees, all of that, but not Southern Belles. He actually liked women who were independent. That was part of the problem with Joss actually. She was a Southern Belle. When he wasn’t constantly there to tend to her. Whether in med school or fighting to save his father, she couldn’t be alone. That was why she’d taken up with Clay Treadwell. He was steady. He owned a horse in the Kentucky Derby, so when he was at work, Joss could be right there with him.

The shrapnel bit had bothered him on the standpoint of being a doctor and caring for Alyssa. He’d worried the engineer would hurt herself by treating it on her own. However, he did admire her guts for pulling it out and staying at her post when it seemed the Cydonia would shake apart.

Her responding so positively made him smile. Leo turned his head to kiss her palm. “An’ I’m always gonna love you too, Lyss.”

I’ve Got Ya || Lyss

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The touch was ridiculously sweet and he found himself leaning into it and almost tumbling forward when she pulled away. It was offset by the words, though. He’d done enough therapy to know how to recognize the pain in her tone.

“Sounds to me like they just need to have their head cracked open so they see what they’re missing.” It wasn’t about him, was it? He couldn’t recall her seeing anyone in the precinct. And… they hadn’t been intimate, had they?

Had they?

John frowned a little, still confused. His head was a clusterfuck of chaos and there was still so much he couldn’t pull from the mire. Maybe he could have the Recollectionist help him with that.

“You deserve someone who’ll do that for ya.”

Oh, yes they had. John Kennex had been Valerie’s first in every sense of the word. The first man she ever loved, the first man she’d ever lived with, and the first one to ever make love with her. It hadn’t been long actually. They’d worked together for almost a year before the accident and only in a relationship for a few months.

Val smiled sadly and looked away to hide the tears welling up in her eyes. “Yeah, but in the end it wouldn’t do them well to have it forced on them to remember. That’s what the hospital said.”

She sniffed. “I only want him to do that for me. I see peeks of it and it brings my hopes up. Only to have them dashed when he awkwardly leaves again.”

Valerie stood up to fast that her Bourbon was spilled on the floor and she hadn’t noticed. “Lock up when you’re done,” she muttered as she tried to walk out to keep him from seeing her tears.

Postcards From the Past || Closed

#|| Every Way I Breath You (Stannex) #|| Call On Me Valerie (Valerie Stahl)

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“Agron Izaaks.” He shook her hand and exhaled softly. The toll of the funeral and the exhaustion that came with all of the emotions had taken their effect upon the man and he knew he was just as haggard as he looked. Still, he kept watching the giant house, as though expecting something to happen. He frowned and shook his head. “Sorry we had to meet this way.” Funerals, no matter who they were for, were never easy. “Who were you here for?”

Maybe that could be enough of a distraction from his own inner turmoil and misery. Losing his brother had been akin to losing a limb. Duro had been the bright half of his soul, it felt like. When their folks had passed, the two had banded together and fought to stay afloat amidst the pain and threat of separation. And, when Agron had turned eighteen, he’d petitioned for custody of his minor brother, to keep the boy out of the system. Foster care, be damned, had been his mantra.

“Would you mind if we went over there?” she gestured to a cafe across the street. I can’t stand this place.” she makes a face

Sliding off her sunglasses so she could see in the darkness, she looked around wearily.

The skin beneath her eyes was dark purple, almost black. She hadn’t slept since Harry had been killed. Dark brown eyes were bloodshot from all the tears she’d shed. 

“My husband Harry,” she replied softly.

Something caught Ann’s eye. A silver orb floated nearby. She had to be mistaken. It had to be attached to something she couldn’t immediately see.

“Come on,” she said a little more firmly and began walking backward away from the orb, keeping her eyes on it.

In The End || Closed

#dreddurbanchaos #|| If You Ever Did Believe (Annette Higarashi)

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The bravado very nearly vanished when Lucifer disappeared and Harry sagged against the wall. What would he do, now that there were no demons to run from? He was a lunatic, after all. Escaped from an asylum and convicted of murder. He regarded the seals on the wall and then looked at Ann.

“He will be back.” Harry muttered tiredly. He wanted nothing more, in that moment, than to climb into bed and never get back up again. But, they had to find a place to hole up and protect themselves from him. He needed to get back to the library, or the computer, and figure out the best ways to protect themselves from the devil, himself.

“We need more.” Wards, protections, whatever it took. There had to be something to keep them safe from his grasp. He’d very nearly lost Ann once, to his father. He wouldn’t lose her again.

Honestly, Ann wanted the same. She would much rather have curled up to Harry after all of that and snuggled him. Letting the worries of being hunted flow from her mind. Even if just for a few minutes.

Ann thought for a long moment, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. 

“I still have that place I was renting,” she admitted quietly. She had been staying with Harry for four months, but had only been his girlfriend a month. Cautious as always, Ann hadn’t actually moved in with him. “I even have the internet bill up to date and I have my laptop here.”

She offered all of whatever she had, knowing another tangle with Lucifer would probably make her logical mind snap. As it was, she didn’t do anything but stare at a wall for two days, then didn’t speak for a few days afterward.

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That he had such a choice in his hands was something Will had never really considered. Leave? Things weren’t perfect, no, but it wasn’t like she’d cheated on him. What she’d hidden had been something along the lines of a legacy. And, it made sense. He’d met the Aunts once, and they’d spooked the bejeezus out of him. He’d felt something was just off with the pair of older ladies, but hadn’t been able to put his finger on it.

And then this business with Shelly came up and it all made sense. Witches. Not the ‘green skin, warts, and bullshit he’d seen on tv’ witches, but something altogether different. He’d researched some, but nothing that Shelly did really jived with what he’d read.

“I wasn’t planning on ever leaving, but I would love it if you’d talk to me about what’s going on. About your life.” He exhaled and shifted a little, cupping her jaw. “We signed up for better or for worse. Pretty sure that includes weird as hell.” He laughed a little. “So… tell me about it.”

Shelly let out a breath and hugged him. Everything she’d done was to keep him and their children safe. Or, in the case of being a witch, she’d hidden it out of embarrassment. It wasn’t something she was proud of. At least not before after all the teasing as a child. Now, she’d found herself using the skills to protect her family. 

There had been missions where her body would have been the best asset to get what the CIA needed, but that wasn’t something Shelly would ever do. Of course there were moments of fake kisses to pass information off or used as a way to watch a target covertly, but never more than that. Even the kisses were cold, they were never as warm or loving as the ones she gave Will.

“Thank the stars. I don’t know if I could live without you, Will.” she pressed a loving kiss on his temple just above a new scrape. And the smile was back. Warm as ever, focused on Will and Will alone.

“Honestly, I don’t know what to say. I guess I’ll give you the basics and you can ask me anything. Yes, I was born a witch. A spiritual one that stays only in light. I have never used my powers for darkness. Everything you know about my eccentric aunts is true. The incredible stories were all true.” She bites her lip. “And when I say I wished for you. I really did wish for you.”

She looked down a moment, shyness creeping in as it had all those years ago when they’d first met. “It’s a spell called Amas Veritas. A Love spell. Jillian wished for a real love, but I didn’t think mine would exist. Every woman in my family that falls in love loses their love. He always dies, but not you. That curse was broken by you merely existing.” Her head slowly raises. “I wished for a man that had eyes the color of mud, with little flecks of green in them. His favorite shape would be a star. He can perfectly flip pancakes. He can ride a horse backward. I’ve seen you do all of that.” She smiles again. “And I can’t stop staring.” she giggles.

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Harry shook his head. “I know enough to know what language it is, and some minor spells. That was Benny’s expertise.” Rest her soul. She’d died saving him, seeing him free from Shreck Villa and their forced incarceration after they blamed him for LaValliant’s death. And sure, he’d been to blame, but it hadn’t been he who ripped the man apart and left the pieces to rot in the basement of his ridiculously overpriced house.

“I’ve always had a knack for knowing things before they happened.” Though, he didn’t listen to much and had seen his share of pain and agony for that willful ignorance. No longer.

Harry’s eyes narrowed and he listened again. “Chanting. I do recognize some of it. They’re trying to break through the wards I’ve placed so they can get in here.” Thankfully, he’d layered his own with multiple spells to keep them constantly guessing. Worked a bit like locks. They unlocked one, another was locked in its place.

Ann nodded in acknowledgement of him not knowing enough Enochian. to translate all of it. Hearing that it was chats to break through their safe haven, she quickly took the small recorder back and stopped it immediately not wanting to take any chances. 

The recorder was tossed onto the coffee table, then Ann reached for the tea that waited nearby where the player had landed. As she thought for a long moment, she drank. 

Seriously, this was all still new to her. It was crazy by societies standard, but Ann had seen this all go down. Much worse than what was happening now. 

She took his hands in hers. “What do you see now, Harry?” she asked, trusting him completely, no matter how illogical the situation was.

#|| If You Ever Did Believe (Annette Higarashi) #dreddurbanchaos

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Probably not. Though, it wasn’t as though Dredd was one to be given to fits of story telling. He watched Anderson leave to find Hershey, and considered mentioning to her that she needed clothing; but such things weren’t as important as finding answers.

Would they believe him, he wondered? Probably not. Though, it wasn’t as though Dredd was one to be given to fits of story telling. He watched Anderson leave to find Hershey, and considered mentioning to her that she needed clothing; but such things weren’t as important as finding answers.

The council was convened and he relayed what had happened while they were in the changing rooms. And who it had been who had come hunting the small mutant. All were in danger, while Death was in the mix, but especially Anderson and her abilities.

“We need to see her to protective custody.” He suggested, thinking if they could remove her from the equation, it would make the elimination of Death a touch easier.

The female Judges entered as Dredd suggested protective custody.

“No!” Anderson protested. “I will not hide like some coward. I lived on the streets. If I can fend off thieves and murderers, I can fend off Judge Death.”

Hershey was quiet a moment. “She’s right. Send her out somewhere, have Judges standing by to come in. We can use her as bait. Meanwhile, I’ll be here researching everything I can about Judge Death.” Hershey took her place as Chief Judge as she made her orders.

“Judge Dredd,” Hershey continued, “You know Anderson better than anyone else here. You run point and protect her.”

#|| Chief Judge (Barbara Hershey) #|| I'm Not Gonna Be a Judge (Cassandra Anderson) #dreddurbanchaos

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“Sometimes.” But that was far from an admission of any sort of need. Dredd shook his head. “I don’t want you following his path.” Fargo. It was odd, the sort of hollowness that followed that thought. The name that rang in his head like a clarion bell. Fargo had been more of a father than anyone else had ever been. And, even with Rico, the older man had tried. Failed, but tried.

“Innocent or not, I still have duties to perform. So do you.” He couldn’t afford the distraction, nor could either afford the emotional attachment. It was dangerous, potentially fatal. He wasn’t certain he wanted to have to face losing another who had shown him kindness in the meat grinder that was Mega City One.

Hershey laid a gentle hand on his cheek, wanting him to look at her as she spoke. “You’ve been cleared you know. I know you, Justice already calling to you. Just rest for me. We’ll tackle all of this tomorrow. Okay?” she gave him a soft smile to reassure him.

The problem was, if faced with it, Hershey would take the way of Fargo. She would give her life, and nearly had, to prove Dredd was innocent. That he was the one that upheld the Law better than other.

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Though his hair, anymore, was more salt than pepper, Pike was still seen as a vibrant soul. To have one as enigmatic and enrapturing as his First Officer so interested in him was proof, in the older man’s mind, that he still ‘had it.’

Smiling at that, he rolled his shoulders and dragged a hand through his short hair. “That sounds very good. Now…” Exhaling softly, he glanced up. “Computer, resume program.” There was a soft beep to indicate that whatever said after was on the record. “Let’s see this mission to completion and finish out this shift.” He gestured for One to head to the door. “After you, Number One.”

One gave him an acknowledging nod. “Aye sir,” she headed out of his office, looking as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary for them. The ensign in her place immediately vacated her place and left the bridge, waiting for when he’d be called upon again. 

One took her place, waiting for the next order from Pike, knowing more was bound to come.

Trial By Fire || Closed

#|| Pick Up The Pieces and Go Home (Number One) #dreddurbanchaos

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(Fuck me. I opened the SonnyxCait playlist. *ugly sobs*)

#|| Lightning Strikes Maybe Once Maybe Twice (Mun) #|| I Can Turn All Your Music On

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#|| I Can Turn All Your Music On #|| Lightning Strikes Maybe Once Maybe Twice (Mun)

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Send my muse the dirtiest, naughtiest flirts you can think of to see their reaction.

Could lead to very good things or it could lead to a slap in the face.

#|| You Can Talk to Me (Memes)

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“That’s another thing I don’t know. I think I was sent dreams of how you died. That’s why I left rainy England and gave to this icy hellhole.” She gave a shrug as she juggled holding everything and unlocking doors. Just because they felt one another didn’t mean he could help her.

In the elevator, she glanced over, keeping her lips from being seen in the camera as she did. “You work on a boat or something? Drowned maybe?” she asked in that short, clipped way the Brits have. 

She let him into the room and set everything on the bed, then shed her coat and boots. Finally, she grabbed the holy water once more and began dipping her finger in it to seal off the walls, windows, and door. 

Satisfied in her sealing, she grabbed a beer and held it out to him. “Good luck, love.” She wished so he could actually grasp the glass bottle.

Ah, that was right. Sue knew his name and little else beyond the fact that he was dead. Idiot, he told himself. He leaned back against the railing of the elevator, still mildly surprised that he could feel even that, and nodded. She wanted the story? He’d tell her what he could remember.

He told her how he’d escaped the monotony of Kansas, to find his way in the cold remoteness of Alaska and the hardy souls who braved the enduring dangers and storms that cropped up without much notice. How a former farm kid-turned-welder had found his place aboard a tiny salvage tug, making more than he dreamed possible and finding a substitute family.

About Ferriman.

Munder frowned when they got into the room, pausing in his story to try and open the bottle. He stood utterly gobsmacked when he knocked the damned thing over, though it remained unopened. Laughing a little, he prodded the bottle with his boot and finally settled for sitting on the floor with his back to the chair.

“Never did like Ferriman much.” He shook his head, nose wrinkling. “Something about him I just didn’t trust. But nothing could be proved. And, like, Epps kept seeing a little ghost on the ship.” He gestured to his own neck. “Found some necklace that belonged to her and started wearing it. Dunno where she found it. But, like, the girl was talking to her?” He dragged a hand through his hair, mussing it. “Then I went to unclog one of the hoses while we were trying to dry out the ship and…” He shook his head. “Died? I guess? I’m not sure. Went from there to the hospital and don’t know what happened in between or how much time had passed.”

Sue listened to his story, as she had many story before his. One would think she’d grow tired of said stories, but each one was written down to remember in the future. Munder’s would be no different.

Throwing caution to the wind, the small, brave Brit sat next to him and leaned against him. “Feels like I’ll have to hold the beer,” she laughed softly at his plight with the bottle. 

“It must have been the part you can’t remember when you died. Drowned, I believe, or at least those were what was in my dreams were about. I only found you from the crew, so,” she shrugs, then grabs the beer she’d offered and opened it. After a long drink, she offered it to him.

Purgatory or Bust || Closed

#dreddurbanchaos #|| Track A Ghost Through The Fog (Sue Jones) #|| Like A Beautiful Ghost (Munder and Sue)

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#|| Every Way I Breath You (Stannex) #|| Call On Me Valerie (Valerie Stahl) #|| I Can Turn All Your Music On

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Feeling his hand being pressed to her cheek, he stroked his thumb over her cheek. “There are more important things than Jim, the flagship, and being CMO.” 

There was a long space of silence as he continued to nuzzle his face in her dark hair and stroke her cheek with a gentle touch of his thumb. What he was feeling was vulnerable and Jocelyn had taught him to not be that way. However, Lyss was drawing that side of him back out. It honestly scared him to do so. To lose that tight hold he kept on himself.

He brought his plush lips to her ear and whispered, “You.”

She wasn’t going to pretend ignorance at that proclamation. Neither was she going to ignore the importance of his words. He’d chosen her over a cushy (albeit dangerous, since Kirk had a crazy habit of blowing up his ship every few years) CMO position within Fleet. Sure, he was the ship’s doctor on the Cydonia, but it wasn’t a Constitution class, the way Enterprise was. It was just a little science vessel.

And she was just another Chief Engineer in a long list of many.

Sighing, she turned so they could face each other and she traced a slender digit down the bridge of his nose. “I was sure he’d fight to keep you there.” It had long been joked that Kirk and McCoy were attached at the hip, and that Kirk might have been a little in love with the cantankerous doctor. “I’d have kicked his ass, though.” The smile was mischievous and she leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose.

“I’m glad you stayed. Glad you’re here.”

The words made him chuckle softly. “He made a mighty fuss an’ whine. Almost gave in too, darlin’. Then I looked over at my brother as he was saying goodbye to Pike with One. I wanted to be like One, not Pike. I want to be the one that comes home to someone special. No job in the world, no matter the pay, will hold ya at night.”

He was quiet for a long moment, then pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I... I love you Alyssa Frost,” he admitted softly, afraid to say those words again.

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I’ve Got Ya || Lyss

#|| I Can Mend Your Heart (Leonard McCoy) #dreddurbanchaos #|| Two Kinds Of Love (L2)