The pixies in my head whispered it to me

Chemistry

2010-02-24T01:53:26Z

Title: Chemistry
Author: eccentricrabbit or Little Miss Defensive on FF.net
Rating: R13
Summary: Angela and Booth are argueing over who Gregory House should be with on the TV show House! This is ridiculously fluffy.
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Authors Note: I wrote this such a long time ago. I did edit it a little, since it was almost un-readable when I found it hiding in My Documents. But my friend say's I have to put this up, so here I am obeying her like the good girl I am. :-)

Big thanks to: fluff-4-life for being my BETA. :-)

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Brennan hated not understanding what they were talking about. So far her best friend Angela and work partner Agent Booth had been on the same topic for ten minutes, and she'd barely understood a word. It was 'house this,' and 'house that.'

She'd managed to tune out after a few minutes. But she tried to pick up what they were talking about again...

"Oh, no way... I'm definitely a House and Cameron fan." Angela exclaimed loudly. Booth shook his head, laughing though.

"No, I think Cuddy and House should-" Booth began, but Brennan cut him off.

"Care to tell me what you're talking about?" Brennan asked.

"House!" Booth and Angela said at the same time.

"Please, please tell me you know what House is..." Booth was almost whining.

"No," she said frowning. "Why are you talking about a House?"

"It's a TV show! Only the best one out..." Angela said heartily. "Come on! You guys are finished for the day you can watch my House DVD's with me tonight." Angela said grabbing Brennan by the elbow before she could protest.

"I'm coming," Booth said following them out. Brennan smiled at him gratefully; he couldn't be as obsessive as Angela appeared to be about the show.

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Boy, was she wrong.

"So who do you want to get together?" Booth asked, winking at her but looking at her earnestly. They'd watched every single House episode aired, and it was already morning, they had been up all night! But she was wide-awake. She contemplated her answer before responding.

"I'm with Ange, I think House and Cameron should get together." She couldn't believe she was saying this.

"But he's so... OLD!"

"But they have…what do you call it Ange... Physics?" She said screwing her nose up in concentration.

"Chemistry Hun," Angela prodded her gently in the side.

"Oh yes, that's it. I still don't quite understand why you use the word Chemistry in a context like that..."

"So you're a House fan now too?" Booth interrupted, a little put out that the girls had sided with each other.

"I guess so..." She agreed reluctantly.

"So you'll get a television?" Booth asked

"Yeah," she answered, narrowing her eyes. "Why?"

"I'll be making more visits to your apartment then," he winked and got up to leave, it was only then that she noticed how much she had been pressed against him. Shaking her head she uncurled her legs and stood to leave as well.

"Goodnight Ange," she told her friend. Angela had a thoughtful expression on her face, and didn't seem to hear her. "Goodnight Angela!" She repeated waving her hand in front of her face.

"Oh - oh Goodnight guys." She said stretching out her legs and heading for her bedroom.

All the while Booth was holding the front door open for her, she accidentally brushed against him as she walked past, and he closed the door slowly turning to her with a weird expression on his face. "Did you feel that?" his face was contorted into a rather confused (but adorable) expression.

"Feel what?" Brennan asked, oblivious.

"The sparks?"

"What?"

"I mean it... Metaphorically... It's kind of like chemistry."

"Oh..." she blushed. "Maybe... But we-" are work partners. She was cut off by Booth spinning her around so she was backed against the door and he then proceeded to press his lips gently against hers, she did nothing to struggle, but instead let herself stay pinned against the door, slowly raising her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.

They could have gone a lot further if Angela hadn't opened her front door, which made Booth and Brennan fall through and onto the floor. Booth caught himself before landing on her, elbows on either side of her head. Angela laughed uncontrollably above them.

"I was just checking - I didn't know..." She trailed off, trying to stop herself from laughing. Booth and Brennan looked flustered and embarrassed. "Go back to what ever you were doing!" Angela said covering her eyes with her hand.

Booth quickly kissed Temperance on the lips and helped her up. "We aren't finished Tempe," he whispered huskily in her ear, making tingles run up and down her spine.

"Can I look now?" Angela asked with a laugh. Booth closed the door with a soft click and Angela took her hands from her eyes, she looked through the peep hole at her two friends walking hand in hand down the hall. "YES!" She squealed, punching her hand in the air. "Finally!!" She yelled dashing for the phone. She had to call Hodgins.

The End.

I don't care

2010-02-24T01:22:02Z

This fic was made especially for me friend Melanie Borden. :-)

Title: I don’t care
Author: eccentricrabbit or Little Miss Defensive on FF.net
Genre: Romance/Humour
Rating: K+
Summary: This fic is based on the lyrics of the song “I don’t care,” [one-shot]
Authors Note: I got a PM from PutOnYourRedShoesAndDanceTheBlues, and she gave me these lyrics in hope that I could write a fic for it. Thank you for the beta da ruth!!

So here it is, hopefully you like it. :) Please guys, remember to review, or add to favourites! This doesn’t really fit in with any specific season, so there shouldn’t be any spoilers. I’m also going to pretend Mulder’s not red/green colour-blind.

Chapter one is without the Lyrics, Chapter two is with the lyrics included. I know some people may prefer to read it without the lyrics.

Dedication: Mel, PutOnYourRedShoesAndDanceTheBlues. She is AWESOME, and it was HER idea for this fic. So thank you hun. :)

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I’ve had a few weeks to get used to this, working with my new partner, and seeing Scully only on the weekends… I treasure the moments during the week, when we bump into each other in the hallway at work. We share a smile; sometimes I’ll stop and ask her how it is working with someone normal. She always shakes her head, and chuckles lightly; she touches my arm in sympathy. She knows me too well; she can see the pain I’m feeling. I just lost everything I loved. My Scully, My X-Files.

I know I haven’t truly lost her, but it feels like it. As without the X-Files to talk about, I feel my attraction for her bubbling just beneath the surface. I know she feels it too, and I want to blame her – blame her for the fact that I’m walking to my car after a long day at work alone, and I’m going back to my apartment… to be alone. I know I’m lying to myself though it isn’t her. It is me who is holding back. I’m the one forever convincing myself, that I don’t care. Really, I don’t.

I pop a sunflower seed into my mouth, and place my hands into my jacket pockets, willing myself to think of something other than her. But I see a flash of red across the street, and unwillingly I glance across, trying to dampen the excitement I feel when I see her face. My Scully. Wait a minute, who is she with? I can tell it’s a man, I don’t recognise him. He has straight, short hair. It looks blonde.

Her arm is hooked through his, and a flare of anger ignites in my stomach. I cross the road, and walk behind them unseen. She is laughing, pointing to stores and random words from their conversation float back to me. She leans her head against his shoulder, and I bite my tongue until I think I might draw blood. The anger slowly dissipates, and I remind myself that she isn’t mine, that I don’t love her, I don’t care… he can have her.

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I stay out. I dread going back to my silent apartment. I go to a coffee shop, and drink as many cappuccinos’ as I can and I sit, and sit until the people behind the counter begin throwing me strange looks. I wander aimlessly down the street until I find a Chinese take-out restaurant. I take a long time choosing, even though I order the same meal that I seem to order every other week.

I place the hot plastic container on the empty passenger seat, and try to ignore the hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach. Oh Scully… you are usually sitting right there next to me.

I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care

I drive past her house on the way home; I don’t even plan on it. There is a red car parked in my spot, I know it’s his car. What are you doing Scully? I look up at the curtained window, and a mental image of my partner, naked and sweaty appears before my eyes. I want to knock on her door, distract her, and tell her exactly what I think about all of this… forgetting that I don’t care.

But I drive home and I wonder why on earth I had even driven past her apartment. What could I possibly do to change her mind? Nothing. I don’t love her, I don’t care… she wasn’t mine to begin with.

The stairs seem much taller, my shoes filled with concrete. When I get up there, I know that memories of her in my apartment will fill my mind.

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My apartment is warm, but I barely notice. I am cold and numb as I drop my un-eaten dinner onto the bench and I sit on the couch. The spring’s squeak, and the sound seems to echo around my apartment.

My mind, usually so cluttered; can only focus on her. The way she is the one who knows me best, and I miss her. I miss the way; while we often bickered on cases… occasionally we would have deep conversations.

Ahab.

The room progressively gets darker; the only light is from the answering machine… it’s blinking? I have a message! I leap to my feet, and dive for the machine, pressing the play button. I’m embarrassed by my behaviour, but I chuckle nervously, glad no one can see me.

I know it’s her, who else would it be?

“My brothers been in town,” she says happily. She clears her throat. Is she nervous? “He just went home. God I hadn’t seen him in years!” There is a long pause, and then: “I miss you, I haven’t heard from you Mulder… Give me a ring.” The beep that indicates the end of the message causes my heart to leap to my throat.

I grab my coat, and I’m out the door before my mind has time to fully accept the fact that: I still care, I do love her, that she is the only one who matters to me. Why did I ever try and convince myself otherwise?

The End.

Dream (1/1)

2010-02-24T01:07:41Z

Title: Dream
Rating: K+
Summary: William? Melissa? How is that even possible?
A/n: This is very fluffy for now. :) But please review.

Disclaimer: I don't own the x-files!

I always feel disorientated for a while after waking up. I don't know how Mulder can just wake up and focus on things straight away. I always feel like I'm looking through a thick layer of fog. This morning was no exception. But the first thing I noticed was the smell... The smell of man, and sunflower seeds…? It was a smell I'd come to like over the years of working with him, it was the smell of Mulder. He was the one lying next to me. It was his warm breath tickling my cheek. It took even longer for me to realise that this wasn't a dream. Mulder was really lying in bed next to me.

I flung the duvet off us both, and looked down to make sure we were both fully clothed, we were. Actually, that was the strange thing. Mulder stirred, and looked up at me bewildered. So much for him waking up faster than me; I wriggled my way up the bed so I was sitting, and Mulder slowly rose to a sitting position too.

"Uh, Scully...?" He looked at me with raised eye brows, and I noticed him look down at the top buttons of my blouse that were undone. I quickly did them up, and looked down at my dress pants. Why were Mulder and I still in our work clothes, under my duvet?

"I don't know," I shook my head. "This is weird, Mulder."

"Mommy, mommy, mommy…!" I jerked my head up at the child’s voice that sounded eerily familiar. A little boy, who I immediately felt comfortable with, a little boy who I felt I’d known my whole life. Déjà vu…? He leapt onto the bed and squirmed his way in between Mulder and me… My brain could barely interpret it, but I knew who it was. It was William; my baby. He looked about four now though, thick strawberry blonde hair, and Mulder's hazel eyes. I felt tears prick my eyes, was this a dream? It was bittersweet. I wanted to wake up before I became too emotional.

"Good morning," an older woman stood in the doorway drying her hands on her shirt. "Oh dear, you came in late and fell asleep in your work clothes again." The woman tsk-tsked at us and gathered William into her arms... "Breakfast is ready whenever you are, I'll go get William ready for kindergarten." I just stared. The older woman gave me a funny look. "Are you okay Dana? Fox?" She turned to Mulder, so I did as well. He looked just as shocked as I felt.

"What's your name?" Mulder asked. I cringed; this woman seemed to know us. We should know her name. I wanted to wake up now, wake up before I saw the hurt in this kindly woman’s eyes. She just narrowed her eyes and came closer, sniffing the air.

"Have you been drinking, Fox? It's me, Jessie." She shook her head and carried William on her hip out of the room.

"Mulder," I said and touched his arm. It was warm, and he looked into my eyes in surprise.

"I don't think this is a dream Scully. How could we both be having the same dream?"

"How did you even know I thought this was, is, a dream?"

"The look in your eyes, Scully, that's our son out there. That's William." A grin crept onto his face. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Scully we're in some alternate universe. He's safe, he's with us!" He came around to my side of the bed in excitement and swung me up into his arms.

I felt as light as I ever had, and I laughed as he swung me. We landed on the bed, he on top of me. He leant down so his face was close to mine. "Me and you, Scully." Those few words and I knew exactly what he meant. I wasn't so sure about the alternate universe, I'd never really believed in it. But I didn’t want to worry about the how or the why here; I just wanted to live this life – my dream life.

"Mulder, I don't know what's happening. But when we go to work, maybe we can find out." I tried to act business like, even though Mulder's body pressing against mine made my mind whirl with the possibilities of living in this life.

"Bye Mommy, bye Daddy!" William called from the hallway.

"Have fun baby," I called. Shocking myself with the endearment that just flowed from my mouth like it was something I said everyday. Mulder grinned. Maybe I did say it everyday...

"See you later Will," William appeared in the doorway and gave Mulder a cross look. "I tell you everyday Daddy; it's William, not Will! Will is the other boy at Kindy; we can't both have the same name." He put his hands on his hips, his little green backpack poking out from behind his body.

"Right you are William," as William turned to leave again, Mulder said "Will," quietly so William wouldn't hear. I felt an overwhelming sense of love towards my child, and towards my partner, my partner - not just my work partner, but my partner!

I hid my grin by turning my face into our pillow. I could smell Mulder; I could smell my own perfume. I was in heaven, this was the life -- it really was.

TBC?

Bozo Work (1/1)

2010-02-24T01:03:36Z

Title: Bozo work
Author: eccentricrabbit or Little Miss Defensive on FF.net
Rating: R17
Summary: Mulder and Scully are stuck with the 'scut' work, the 'bozo' work. The FBI equivalent of being made to wear an orange jump suit and picking up trash on the side of the highway. ;-)
Authors Note: This is set at the beginning of season six when Mulder and Scully aren't working on the x-files, and they're stuck with the boring jobs... It's not set during Drive -- I just felt like mentioning what Mulder said during that episode. :-p
Disclaimer: Not mine

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Yawning, Mulder double clicked the email icon on his desktop. He flicked through his emails trying to find something interesting, but he didn't have much hope. He and Scully were stuck doing routine checks for Domestic Terrorists. He was sure the smell of manure was stuck up his nose, after the amount of farms they'd been to. He could tell Scully was just as pissed off, being stuck doing jobs like this. But then, he knew that she was much more logical about the whole ordeal. 'If we want to work on the x-files again, we have to do as they say.' Yeah, his Scully was always the rational one, the logical one. And to tell the truth? Usually the one to get them out of trouble too.

Mulder looked over at his partner, who sat at her desk a few feet away. She was typing furiously, every now and again looking down at her handwritten notes. He tilted the chair back on two legs and put his hands behind his head. But after a few minutes of swinging on the legs of the chair, he got bored. He clicked the 'create mail' button, and then closed the window that popped up. He did this a few more times until he got bored of that too. The window stayed up though, and it said 'new message' at the top. He typed in his own name into the subject box, watching the letters appear in the top of the window. He backspaced his own name, and typed in 'Scully'. Backspaced her name, and typed in 'Bozo work'. And chuckled quietly. Scully looked over.

"What?" He asked her, giving her an innocent look. She narrowed her eyes, but turned back to her computer screen. He began typing as well, happy that it looked like he was actually doing something productive.

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To: d.scully@fbi.govt
From: f.mulder@fbi.govt
Subject: Bozo Work

Subject = self-explanitory. Remind me why we're doing this again??

Mulder.

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He hit the send button and watched the envelope swirl around the screen and disappear. He started typing nonsense into notepad, and avoided looking up as he heard a soft beep as Scully recieved his email. He didn't want to laugh. He felt her eyes burn into him a moment, before she resumed her typing. He flicked between the few windows he had up on his screen, hoping Scully would relieve him of his boredom by actually emailing him back. But then, maybe she thought it was inappropriate to be emailing when they should be working...

A beep alerted him of a new email.

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To: f.mulder@fbi.govt
From: d.scully@fbi.govt
Subject: Re:Bozo work

We're doing the domestic terrorist watch job so that we can work on the x-files again. You know that. I do end up reminding you every day; even when you don't ask. Quit your whining and get to work!

Scully.

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He rolled his eyes at the screen, but hit 'reply' anyway.

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To: d.scully@fbi.govt
From: f.mulder@fbi.govt
Subject: Re:Bozo Work

But mom, I'm bored! I don't want to do my work. Can't I go play?

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To: f.mulder@fbi.govt
From: d.scully@fbi.govt
Subject: Re:Bozo work

Mulder! You're distracting me.

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To: d.scully@fbi.govt
From: f.mulder@fbi.govt
Subject: Re:Bozo Work

But you distract me all the time, do you hear me complaining?

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To: f.mulder@fbi.govt
From: d.scully@fbi.govt
Subject: Bozo work

I don't distract you! How do I distract you?

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Mulder sighed inwardly. If only he could tell her. Tell her that she distracted him the way she licked her top lip when she was worried. Or maybe the way she sighed when she knew that no matter what she said; she wasn't going to convince him of some important factor or another. The way she walked when she was feeling cocky, giving her hips an extra swing... He could go on forever. He felt a rush of blood go south as he thought about it, he pulled his desk chair a little closer to the desk. He looked over at her, and squirmed as she looked his way. He couldn't read her expression.

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To: d.scully@fbi.govt
From: f.mulder@fbi.govt
Subject: Re:Bozo Work

Lunch?

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She stood up, taking her coat from the back of her chair and pushing it in.

"Are you coming?" She stood close, looking down at him.

"Can I carry your coat?" She smirked which made everything so much worse, and he scowled at her.

"Sure," she leant in close to him, so that her breath tickled his face. She handed him her coat, and he held it in front of him as the walked to the elevator. "Who were you thinking of?" She laughed aloud. Her laughter grating on his nerves. "Sorry," she said slowing her laugh to a chuckle.

"See, you always distract me." He told her, embarrassed. Her eyes widened in surprise. And he smirked.

"I..." He noticed a blush rise to her cheeks. Then he saw her eyes dilate as he leaned in close.

"This... predicament is all your fault." He told her.

"What the hell did I do?" She stopped walking and put a hand on his arm.

"You told me I was distracting you." She dropped her hand, and I let my hand slip from her lower back... to... well it slipped of it's own accord a little lower.

"Lets-go-to-my-car." She said breathlessly; and dragged him in the opposite direction from the usual cafe that they went to for lunch. Mulder followed his eye brows in danger of reaching his hairline. This was new, this was interesting.

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The entire car trip to her apartment, he had kept his mind on things other than how gorgeous she looked. He kept telling himself he would not go to her apartment to fuck his partner, no.

As soon as they arrived though, he wavered. She touched his arm in question, looking up at him with eyes that told him she was still seriously aroused. He swallowed loudly and gently pushed her hand away,

"I don't want to-" he saw the crushed look on her face, which was quickly replaced with anger. "-before you kill me, let me explain myself."

"Well?" She demanded before he could even open his mouth.

"I just don't want to... have sex with you... yet... I just..."

"Who said anything about sex?" She gave him a sly smile.

"I want to take things very slow, Scully. You mean so very much to me..." He coughed. How corny did this sound?

"Is kissing too far ahead for us?" Scully asked with an eye roll, I said nothing and stared at her for a few seconds. No, kissing was defintely on my agenda for this lunch break. I leant forward and captured her lips in our first real kiss. No bee's, no nothing to stop us.

The End.

A new beginning (1/1)

2010-02-24T00:57:54Z

Title: A New Beginning
Author: eccentricrabbit or Little Miss Defensive on FF.net
Rating: R15
Summary: A new beginning for them both. Mulder/Scully

Disclaimer: Chris Carters! Not mine.

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Authors Note: Please review and tell me what you think. This idea just popped into my mind as I was looking at the hair dye in the supermarket the other day; and I finally had a chance to write it down. Don’t be afraid to tell me if you don’t like it, I promise I don’t bite. I just want the truth. :)

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A new beginning

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Scully closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the cold mirror. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to be a new person. She wanted to go back and fix everything that ever went wrong. Why did she have to leave her family behind...? She never realised how much she would miss them until now.

She and Mulder had been on the run for three months now. But they had finally decided it was time to start over. To have new identities; and maybe they could finally stay in one place for longer than a week or so. But she still clung to the tiny thread of hope that it was all a dream. That they could go back and work on the x-files...

Though they were fairly unhappy at the moment, Mulder promised her things would look up soon, and she trusted him. She was just glad to be with him; she no longer had to worry about him; no longer had to wake up and wonder whether he was alive or not, because he was back.

She took out the hair dye and massaged it into her wet hair, and then sat on the toilet seat for the ten minutes the directions told her to wait for. After rinsing her hair, she put the special conditioner that had come with the hair-dye into her hair. She inhaled the sweet smell of it, and sighed contentedly. Maybe Mulder was right, maybe things were beginning to look up.

She slipped her old t-shirt over her head; and stepped over the edge of the bath and under the stream of water coming from the shower. They'd been trying to save money, and they'd stayed in cabins... and a few motels. But mostly the showers were filthy. This shower was the cleanest by far -- and she was going to make the most of it.

She got out of the shower after ten minutes or so and looked into the mirror. Who am I? She thought as she stared at her reflection. Chestnut brown hair hung to her shoulders. She turned her head a little so she could see it better. She had to admit, her hair didn't look half bad; she'd done a pretty good job of dying it.

"If you laugh, I'll kill you." She said through the closed bathroom door. She tied her towel safely around her body.

"I don't doubt you," Mulder called back. She unlocked the door and stepped out. She'd locked it because she didn't want Mulder walking in while she was dying her hair; somehow it felt personal to her.

"Wow," Mulder walked around her in a circle. "You look beautiful," he whispered; his lips so close they touched her ear. His arm wound around her waist and turned her to face him. She found her body was pressed against his; her breasts crushed against his chest. As much as she just wanted to sink into his embrace… now was not the time.

"Mulder," she admonished. "My hair," She pushed him away. He glanced at her hair.

"Nice,"

"Now it's your turn."

"Do I have to dye it?" He whined like a little boy.

"No, you just have to use this." She grabbed his hand and led him into the bathroom. "This shampoo will just lighten your hair a little." She explained, and handed him the container. She left Mulder who was already undressing and didn't bother shutting the door... as if Mulder would care if she walked in!

While he was in the shower she rummaged through their suitcase for some nice clothes to wear. But there wasn't much to choose from, and she ended up settling for a pair of jeans, and a black v-necked t-shirt. For whatever reason, Mulder really liked that t-shirt on her. He came out with a towel tied loosely around his waist. He walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her body; and pressed his lips to the back of her neck.

"This new beginning... is a good thing." He assured her. She sometimes joked with him that he could read her mind. He always seemed to know what it was she was thinking, or in this case worrying about.

"I know, and I'm slowly warming to the idea." She admitted.

"That's good, and what were our names again?" He teased.

"Lucy and Adam Reynolds," She told him, and rolled her eyes. He heaved out a sigh.

"Why such boring names…?" He asked; flopping onto the bed backwards and pulling her with him. She wriggled until she lay on her back next to him; and not on him.

"Normal; not boring… normal," she rolled to face him. "And I think they're nice names."

"Alright then... Lucy." He whispered. "I think we should pack. Then we should leave to find the perfect little town for us to fit into."

"And a nice apartment," Scully added as she sat up.

"And a nice apartment," Mulder agreed readily.

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The End

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Alaska (1/1)

2010-02-24T00:53:18Z

Title: Alaska
Author: eccentricrabbit or Little Miss Defensive on FF.net
Rating: R13
Summary: A moment of loneliness on Scully's part leads her to Mulder's apartment in the wee hours of the morning.
Authors Note: Hopefully I didn't waffle. Hope this is okay... I haven't written in so long.

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“Bugger,” the butterfly from my earring was flung from my fingers and behind the duchess. I dragged it forward, with a very un-lady like grunt. Why do they make these things so heavy? A photo slid out from behind it and fluttered to my feet. It was a black and white photo of me, just fifteen years old. I was sitting on the doorstep of our house, my cat curled on my lap. I smiled sadly.

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Alaska was a silver tabby. I named her Alaska because when I looked at her I thought of ice, and of snow, and of winter. She wasn't my first pet, we had an Irish setter Sammy, and a big old tabby cat called Herbert that mum and dad had gotten before us kids. But Alaska is the pet that stands out in my mind more than all others. I think we all have one of those. Whether it's the animal itself that makes the memories so strong, or the time in our life we're at I don't know.

Alaska's mum was hit by a car just outside our house. Charlie and I found her one day in the summer break. We stood a few feet away at first, both looking at each other to see who would check and see if she was still breathing or not. Charlie was in his shorts, flip flops and his favourite red shirt. It clashed with his hair, and looked ridiculous. But he so loved it... and wore it all summer long. Mum had trouble getting it off him to wash. Me in my shorts and black shoe-string top I'd borrowed from Melissa. I wanted Timothy to see me; he lived across the road from us. Sun had freckled my shoulders, and I even had a few dashed across my nose and cheeks now. Charlie was red as anything; he was outside even longer during the summer than I was. He and Bill were building a tree house out back. (Or trying to, if I remember rightly, I think a hospital visit for a broken arm on Bill’s part was how it ended.)

Charlie found a stick and poked the cat to see if she'd move. I took a deep breath and braved getting close enough to rest my fingers against her neck. No pulse... and from the book I was reading about first aid for animals... I touched the corner of her eye, and nothing happened. "She's dead," I told Charlie. He shrugged it off, and ran out back to find Bill. I sat down a few feet away from her and covered my face with my hands. I forced myself not to cry, and finally stood up and went out to the shed to get a shovel. She'd need to be buried.

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Late that night I heard the tiny mewing. It was constant and desperate. I slipped from under my sheet, it was far too hot for anything more than that; and slipped my sandals on. It was pitch black outside my window. The house was quiet. It was late enough for everyone to be asleep, even my parents... I tip toed out to the back door, grabbing the flashlight from the shelf, and shut the door as quietly as possible. I paused after the soft click to make sure no-one inside was stirring. Satisfied I hadn't even woken my dad with his super-hearing, I walked around the perimeter of the house, calling for the cat. I had to call in a stage whisper so I didn't wake my family, I felt kind of silly... But finally I pinpointed the tiny meows; they were coming from under the house. I crawled under the deck, pointing the flashlight straight ahead. I shivered. It was kind of scary, it was so dark... Maybe I should have woken Charlie. There was a scratching, and then a little face appeared out of the dark in front of me.

"Oh, honey." I covered my mouth, spitting as I realised I had dirt all over my hands from crawling under the house. The kitten dashed behind a wood pile. I crawled further, the stones and dirt biting into my bare knees; finally coaxing the poor hungry kitten out from the wood pile. "I'll help you," I whispered and scooped it up and tucked it into my side. It was shivering and barely even put up a fight even though it'd probably never been handled by humans, just like its mum, the dead cat I’d found earlier that day.

--

My parents had let me keep the kitten. She ended up sleeping on my bed every night until she died nineteen years later of renal failure.

I felt like Alaska now, shivering, standing outside Mulder's apartment door. I felt lost, cold, afraid and lonely. I felt the tears prick my eyes again. I didn't think Mulder would mind if I woke him... He'd woken me plenty of times before at... I checked my watch... Four in the morning...? Well, not often but he had definitely woken me in the wee hours of the morning before. I raised my hand to knock, but didn't have the heart to wake him...With trembling legs I sat beside his door, my legs tucked up to my chest, and my hands going purple from the cold. "Mulder," I whimpered, quietly, and bumped my head against the wall accidentally as I let my head fall back.

A moment later the door opened and Mulder stumbled out his hair sticking up all over the place, his eyes half closed. "Scully?" He muttered. I swiped at the tears trailing down my face, and looked up.

"How'd you know I was here?"

"I heard noises..." He reached down and grabbed my hand. "You're freezing!" He dragged me into his apartment, pushed me onto the couch and got his gas heater going, and handed me his couch blanket. "I don't know how I knew it was you, I guess in my sleepy state you were the first thing that came to mind." He chuckled, but his eyes stayed steady on mine.

"I think I've hit my mid-life crisis." I rubbed my eyes, the tears had finally stopped. "I found a photo of my childhood pet. And all of a sudden I'm crying, and wondering how I got to this point in my life, and I..." I trailed off. "I just felt lonely, I guess."

"What am I, chopped liver?" Mulder swept a stray lock of hair from my face.

"I know..." I shifted closer to him on the couch, watching his face carefully, making sure this was okay. He tucked his arm around me and pulled me close. I sighed, being this close to him made my heart race. I wanted him so bad. But I was terrified at the same time. What if I ruined our friendship? He was everything to me. I of course couldn't admit that to him. He leant forward and kissed my cheek. I turned my face to him.

"Scully... would you mind... if I kissed you?" His warm breath tickled my face.

"No," I responded breathlessly. He leant forward and gently touched his lips to mine, I opened my mouth, and his tongue slipped into my mouth. Oh God, how long... How long had I waited for this? He took my lower lip into my mouth, and my hand trailed up his arm. I loved his arms. Actually there wasn't a lot I didn't love about his body, or him. Sure he could drive me absolutely up the wall. But he was also the first guy to protect me no matter what, to really care what I had to say, to really care about me. We pulled away, so very slowly... And he rested his forehead against mine.

"I don't know what this means, Mulder." I expected him to tell me that we'd just gotten too close. That this couldn't happen again... I waited, holding my breath, almost afraid he was going to pull away immediately. I wanted to make the most of this moment.

"It's kind of obvious that we've been attracted to each other all along... Right...?" His voice was quiet and serious.

"Yes..." I couldn't figure out where he was leading.

"I know it's not allowed Scully..." He trailed off. No, the FBI frowned on partnerships that become relationships. We’d be split up.

"I don't want to lose you Mulder," I pulled away slightly. "However nice this is. We could save ourselves the pain... and pretend this... Tonight never happened..."

"...or we could take a chance." Mulder said. He wanted to take a chance? I warmed all over. My heart felt strange. He wanted to take a chance!

"Okay," I tried not to smile, but it was impossible to hide how happy he had just made me. I leant forward, tentatively touching my lips to his. He pulled away not long after.

"As nice as this is Scully, we have work in a few hours and I think we both need to sleep." One hand still held me close, the other he had running through my hair. It was so hard to concentrate on his words...

"Oh," I said finally. "Right, well I'll see you in the morning." I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. I was about to get up, but he spoke again...

"Did you... I mean if you wanted... to stay here?" Did he mean, in his bed...? His eyes moved towards his bedroom door.

"Yes," I whispered.

--

He slipped under the covers, and reached over to turn down the covers a little for me on the other side. I stripped out of the jeans and shirt I'd hastily thrown on before heading here. "Can I borrow a t-shirt Mulder, to sleep in?

"Second drawer," I felt self conscious walking around in my underwear. But this was Mulder; I reminded myself. He'd seen me without my clothes on before. I guess I'd just never been quite aware of his eyes following my every move like now. I selected the first shirt I found and slipped under the covers next to him. His warm arms wrapped around me, and I pressed myself as close to him as possible. I’d never felt so safe, and so secure before.

"You're still cold," he commented.

"You're warm, so I'll warm up soon." I smiled against his shoulder. This was so nice... So nice! How was I going to ever sleep in my so very empty bed again after tonight?

"I'm glad you're going to give us a chance." Mulder mumbled a few minutes later. I kissed his shoulder.

"Me too," I responded sleepily. “I think I’m going to frame that photo of Alaska,” I muttered. But his breathing had evened out. I snuggled closer, knowing I would be drifting off soon too.

--

Authors Note: Yeah, this is the end. I just wanted a little snippet of Scully's life really. I don't think it needs to be any longer. :-)

It takes two (3/?)

2010-02-24T00:43:47Z

She couldn’t believe that she’d agreed to go to New Zealand for the sake of a fan of hers. Sure she appreciated that people liked her books, and admired her... But it was a long way to travel. She hadn’t told Booth, but she was glad to have him with her. While he couldn’t help with the case, she wouldn’t mind the company, and he was intelligent, and having him there might help when it came to interacting with people.
Booth was fiddling. She wanted to grab his hands and stop him. It had been a long flight; sure... they’d been on the plane for five hours now, and it would be another seven hours before they arrived in Auckland. He had finished the magazines he brought, and had now put his iPod down. They would be putting a movie on again soon, maybe that would keep him occupied.

Finally the fiddling got too much, she’d read the same line of her book six times already. She grabbed his hands with hers and looked him in the eyes. His hands were slightly rough, and so large that her hands only just managed to stop his from moving.

“Stop it, Booth!” A few pieces of a napkin he’d been shredding fluttered to the ground; she sucked in a breath, not expecting to feel the way she did when her hands rested on his. He was attractive, the ideal mate... but also her partner. He touched her all the time, and she felt comforted. But today, she felt adrenaline that she felt when she was with a man. Not when she was with a friend. She ducked her head, and attempted to pull her hands away. But he trapped one of her hands.

“Sorry,” he smiled and he massaged her hand gently. “I get bored easily.” She resisted the urge to yank her hand away. It felt nice, oh so nice... but somehow she felt that she shouldn’t be letting him.

“That’s why I suggested you bring a book.” She finally managed to speak, his hand holding hers was highly distracting. And she discovered she couldn’t turn the pages of her book with one hand. Then again, she wasn’t exactly reading it.

She had to break this moment, and prevent it from happening again. Booth was all her body wanted, but she knew if something happened between them they could never go back to the comfortable working relationship, and friendship they had now. So she gently slid her hand from his.

“The movie is starting.” She pointed with the hand, now warm, he’d just been holding. He smiled, and wriggled in his seat, like a child, until he was comfortable, and in a good position to see the movie. Probably not the best position for his lower back, not considering he already had problems... But she decided to keep her mouth shut just this once.

--

Auckland Airport was rather quiet at 5.00am. Booth had finally fallen asleep for a few hours, and then they’d landed and she’d had to wake him.

“It’s dark,” he said, and yawned.

“That’s because it’s only 5.00am,” she told him.

“Oh, look. A shop, I need to go buy something for Parker.”

“We need to pick up our bags!”

“You can do that, I’ll meet you there. You know which bags mine right?” She did, and she followed the signs until she found the correct place to pick up their bags from. Booth arrived ten minutes later with a bag that looked like it could break under the weight.

“I found a kiwi stuffed toy, and this board game with sheep and kiwi’s and a book on New Zealand native animals for him, it’s made for children so he’ll understand it.” She peered into the bag he held open, it was also filled with chippies, a block of chocolate, yet more magazines, and amazingly enough... a book for their flight to Wellington. “And I got myself a book, just as you told me to.” He grinned.
“Parker will be impressed. I’m glad you got something educational for him too.” She told him, and grabbed the bag going past on the conveyor belt. “Right, that’s the last one. Shall we head off?”

“There is one more thing we have to do...” Booth told her, he picked up his bags and walked away. She hurried to keep up, her bags were heavy and Booth was a lot stronger than her.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a surprise.” She hated surprises. Why couldn’t he just tell her? She bet it wasn’t something as exciting as he was making out.
Finally they stopped. In front of Dunkin’ Donuts, and she let out an audible sigh. “Booth, these are so bad for you!” She pointed out a tray of huge donuts covered in sugary goodness. She didn’t tell him how much she loved donuts, she was thinking of his health, and her health.

“So? We’re both away,” she frowned, not for a holiday! “Not for a holiday, no,” he said, seeming to know what she was thinking – as usual. “But we’re away from home, so we should make the most of it.”

She let him buy donuts for them both. They ate in silence, savouring the flavour, while waiting to board. In an hour or so, they’d be in Wellington. They’d be able to pick up the rental car, and make their way to Littleton. She had travelled a lot, but this was the first time she’d been to New Zealand. Maybe Booth was right, maybe she could take a little time to take in the scenery too.

--

Bones smiled at him as they sat down on the plane to Wellington. He was obviously excited; he kept rummaging through the bag of things he got for Parker. And when Booth was happy, so was she. She settled down to finish her book, her shoulder touching his, but found the words kept blurring, she struggled to keep her eyes open...
--

Authors Note: Sorry, I hope I’m not rambling too much. Don’t worry, they will be in Littleton soon, and the case shall begin... And more Booth/Brennan too.

It Takes Two part (2/?)

2010-02-24T00:40:25Z

--

Booth had walked at a rather brisk pace up the hall until he heard the two squints voices; he slowed his pace, hoping no one noticed.
“I can’t believe you talked me into this...” He heard Bones say.

“It’s because you do irrational things when it comes to your friends. It’s just natural.” He could see Angela smiling her knowing smile. The one he bet irritated Bones, considering she thought the whole psychology thing was crap.

“I’m doing it because there is no other forensic anthropologist, and I happen to be free at the moment.” Bones responded. Ouch, jeez Bones you could’ve given Angela that one.

“Could you have just given me that one?” It was as if Angela had read his mind he thought as he strolled into Bones office.

“What are you doing here?” Bones asked.

“I’m coming to take you to lunch.” He told her, giving her his winning smile.

“You are on leave, aren’t you?” He loved that confused look on her face, it happened to be rather rare. She couldn’t understand why he wanted to take her to lunch. He wanted to smile, but he kept a straight face.

“Yes, am I not allowed to take you to lunch when I’m not working?” He asked, with a mock-serious tone.

“She can’t go to lunch with you today,” Angela told him, her lips twitching as she resisted smiling.

“I’m going to New Zealand,” Bones told him; she was packing away her laptop and some of her papers as they spoke.

“You’re what? Why...?” This is what Angela convinced her to do? Go away? His heart felt heavy all of a sudden... He wanted to spend at least a little time with Bones away from work, and all the depressing things they deal with during cases.

“I’m needed apparently.” She glared at Angela. “They don’t have a forensic anthropologist. And a fan of mine called, and it seems Angela couldn’t say no... So I have agreed.” A slightly confused look passed her face. She seemed unsure why she had agreed. So she did agree for Angela’s sake, she just didn’t know it!

“Well I’ve always wanted to go to New Zealand,” he told her. “It’s supposed to be beautiful!”

“I’m going over to work, not to have a holiday.” She reminded him.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t spend a few days more over there to enjoy the scenery right?” He paused. “Actually, I should go too!” He told her. Both Angela and Bones heads whipped around to face him. “Well,” he chuckled. “I have leave, I’ve always wanted to go to New Zealand, and I may be able to help, with the case.”

“You can’t be involved in the case,” Bones told him. Angela stood quietly listening to the exchange, he waited for her to interrupt, but she didn’t.

“No, I suppose not. But surely it’d be fine if you ran things by me, right? As your friend, who decided to travel with you... Not as Agent Booth.” Bones contemplated it.

“I do appreciate your insight,” she told him. He took it as a yes, and his heart felt light once more. Going away, with Bones! This should be interesting.

“Then it’s a deal, I’ll go organise flights. When do you want to leave?” He couldn’t remember when exactly he started wanting to spend time with Bones, or when he began enjoying her company. But he couldn’t imagine enjoying going away with anyone apart from Bones and Parker these days.

--

Authors Note: Sorry about the delay! The next couple of chapters are fairly short. But I’ll make sure I put them up at the same time, so it’s like having a normal sized chapter! :-P Please, if anyone is willing to... I need a BETA... as you can probably tell!

It takes two part (1/?)

2010-02-24T00:38:12Z

Okay, so all my writing posts will be public from now on. It saves putting them in communities etc. so...

Title: It takes two
Author: eccentricrabbit, or Little Miss Defensive on FF.net
Rating: K+
Summary: Brennan ends up studying remains in New Zealand. Guess who tags along for her trip? Booth/Brennan

Chapter One:

Amelie Marchant dropped her head into her hands, her long hair fell in front of her face, and the tears stung her eyes. It had been 23 days, and five hours since her three year old brother had gone missing. Her parents carried on with life as if nothing happened. The only time she saw grief in their eyes was at the dinner table. Dinner had become a silent affair, gobble it up as fast as you can, collapse on the couch in front of the television, go to bed, get up, go to work. It was the way they were all surviving... to a certain extent anyway. Random outbursts like this one happened at least once or twice a week for Amelie. Her last hope of discovering what happened lay in the coroner, April Munro’s hands.

Littleton lives up to its name. It’s a small town where everyone knows everyone. Amelie bumped into April the night before, and April had whispered that a severely burned body had been found, but with such a small town word spreads like wild-fire. So Amelie didn’t tell her parents, just kept her cell phone out 24/7. Come on April, I need to know!

It wasn’t until two days later that her cell phone rang. The bubbly tune irritated her, and she almost growled her name into the phone.

“Hello Amelie, its April.” Amelie sucked in a breath. Finally... she may have some answers?

“Hi,” she chose the smallest response possible to hide the shake in her voice.

“I have good news and bad news... Basically, there is a high possibility this is your brother. The bad news is, there are two small boys missing in Littleton.” Amelie’s eyes stung. Another little boy just like Jacob and he was missing too? How must his family be feeling? Were they like Amelie’s family? “We need to keep this fairly quiet, so as not to cause panic Amelie. Obviously something strange is going on, but I want to know a little more before every family living here locks up their children. The other little boy was here on holiday, so I don’t know how he’d have a connection to Jacob.” She paused. “Are you there?”

“I am, keep talking.” She pressed her fingers tightly across her mouth to stop from crying. She was in two minds. If the body was Jacob’s, then things would be resolved... if it weren’t? She still had that slight flame of hope that still flickering in her chest.

“So basically, I’ve called Edmund, a forensic anthropologist, but he has retired and said he just can’t do it. So I’m at a loss. I’m not sure what to do, let me think on it okay? The body will be held here until we figure out how to determine which boy it is.” She paused again, as if thinking. “Or in case one of the boys turns up. I’m sorry Amelie,” Amelie gave a watery smile that April couldn’t see.

“Thanks for calling April, I’ll keep in touch.”

After a while the tears stopped flowing, and Amelie who was sitting on the cold wooden floor tilted her head back to lean against the mattress of her bed. She stared at the bookcase in front of her, when it hit her.

Temperance Brennan... Only her favourite author ever, who just happened to be a forensic anthropologist! She ran to the phone, nearly sliding into the counter below it in her rush. She searched the internet, and finally found a site that may lead her to getting in contact with Dr. Brennan.

“Hello, Jeffersonian Institute Rachael speaking,”

“I’d like to speak to Doctor Temperance Brennan please,” Amelie put on her strongest voice. There was a pause, a few taps of the keyboard.

“What regarding?” The woman asked blandly. Obviously the end of her day... what time is it over in USA anyway? Amelie never thought to check.

“I would like her to examine a body for me.” Please let her think I’m a professional...

“Your name...?”

“Amelie Marchant, I’m the coroner in a small town in New Zealand, and don’t have the skills to-“

“I’ll put you through Miss Marchant, but please do not pester her.” She sighed, obviously thinking I was just another Temperance Brennan fan.

It rang, and rang, and rang. It felt like forever before someone answered.

“Hello Temperance Brennan’s phone,” said a woman’s voice. “Angela speaking,”

“Hello, I’d like to speak to Dr. Brennan please,”

“Can I ask what regarding?” Angela asked after a pause. Suddenly Amelie let go of her professional persona, and just decided maybe honesty would work best.

“My little brother has gone missing, and human remains have been found and the coroner here doesn’t have the skills to determine cause of death, or even whether this is my little brother. You see, two young boys around the same age have gone missing; which is just insane, considering we’re in such a small town...” I paused, Angela didn’t interrupt. “The only problem is, I live in New Zealand,” she heard a huff on the other end of the line. “And there are no closer forensic anthropologists, and the only one I could think of happened to be my favourite author. And I so need her. I can fax through the x-rays, and anything she needs.” I was out of breath, but dry eyed after my explanation.

“Your story touches me honey. And I wish she could help, but I just don’t think she would... Oh you know what sweetie? Send over the records, fast post. I’ll talk her into it.” Amelie wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. This wonderful woman believed her, she wasn’t hung up on. They exchanged contact details, and Amelie thanked her profusely before hanging up, hugging the phone to her chest and wondering what the hell she had just done. She had just got the ball rolling to have Temperance Brennan look into her brothers case!

TBC...
Authors Note: The next chapter will be from Booth’s POV. Don’t worry, not much more Amelie POV, I know how much you guys love our favourite partners. :-)

eccentricrabbit @ 2010-02-19T21:19:00

2010-02-19T08:19:14Z

My new Bones story... It's not that great... But check it out/Be my BETA if you like!

Music Meme

2009-03-07T03:46:57Z

1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button (ONLY ONCE!!!) to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS - even if it is incredibly embarrassing.
4. Tag 15 (or whatever) friends who might enjoy doing the same as well as the person you got the note from.
5. NO CHEATING PLEASE :D

1) IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY...
>> Feed my Frankenstein - Alice Cooper

2) WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
>> Clairvoyant Disease - Avenged Sevenfold [LOL.. I have Clairvoyant Disease!]

3) WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?
>> Useful Idiot - Tool [Giggles. I like this meme.]

4) HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
>> Now or never - Three days Grace

5) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
>> Certain Shade of Grey - Incubus

6) WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
>> Dead bodies everywhere - k0rn

7) WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
>> Down with the Sickness - Disturbed [HEY! Not nice.]

8) WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
>> My heart - Paramore

9) WHAT IS 2+2?
>> Schools out for the Summer - Twisted sister

10) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
>> Under pressure - David Bowie

11) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
>> Love like winter - AFI

12) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
>> One way or Another - Blondie

13) WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
>> Dying in your arms - Trivium [NO.. not really.. I don't want to!]

14) WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
>> I don't like the drugs, but the drugs like me - Marilyn Manson [Lol.. drugs.. and the person I like huh? I really don't think so.]

15) WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
>> Breathe - Prodigy

16) WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
>> Survival of the sickest - Saliva

17) WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
>> Automatic Flowers - Our Lady Peace

18) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
>> What's my age again? - Blink 182

19) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
>> Tainted Love - Marilyn Manson

20) WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
>> Christian Woman - Type O Negative [ha-ha.. oh dear.]

21) HOW WILL YOU DIE?
>> Please, please, please - Muse [God, does that mean I'm going to die begging??]

22) WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
>> We care a lot - Faith no more

23) WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
>> The Dope Show - Marilyn Manson [Does it?]

24) WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
>> Dancing in the moonlight - Smashing Pumpkins

25) WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
>> People Ain't No Good - Nick Cave [Ha-ha, take that as no!]

26) WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
>> Dreams - The Cranberries [No.. not really. I do suffer from nightmares, but that doesn't scare me most! How about small spaces?]

27) DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
>> Nymphetamine - Cradle of Filth [Err..?]

28) IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
>> I miss you now - Stereophonics

29) WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
>> Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon [Ehhh..?]

30) WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
>> Ziggy Stardust - David Bowie

Tweets for Today

2009-02-22T20:02:24Z

01:32 Looking for toothpicks to hold her eyes open. I'm so tired.. but really don't want to sleep yet! #

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