Blissful Oblivion

trick_julie @ 2005-09-08T00:23:00

2005-09-08T03:23:22Z

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. (yes, this actually happened: read more)

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong

trick_julie @ 2005-05-31T20:25:00

2005-05-31T23:27:44Z

Tittle: Breakfast

Author: Trick

Disclaimer: Charlie, Claire, Aaron and Imaginary Peanut Butter arent mine. Unfortunately. (I mean, I’d be the happiest chick in the world if I had Charlie and Peanut Butter. * licking lips *)

Characters: Charlie. Claire and hints of Aaron.

Summary: It’s breakfast time in the Pace house, but there’s something very important missing...

Rating: As I’ve already said, I don’t know how to rate fics. Because, honestly, I think it’s a matter of point of view. But…ahm…I don’t know, let’s say PG-13.

A/N: I only wrote it because I miss peanut butter.

Every once in a while Claire would find herself missing some things about the island.

Like, when she was driving to work, at a eight-o’clock-traffic, and she’d miss the soothing sound of the waves crashing on shore. Or when she had to wear heels the whole bloody days, she’d miss those days when she’d walk barefeet on the sand with Charlie. Yup. Those were the days when she missed a much simpler life.

At that moment, for instance, she really missed it when the times when they didn’t have a such tight scheudule and their breakfas was only fruit and fish. Sure, pancakes tasted waaaaaayyy better…but they were also double the trouble to prepare.

And if that werent enough, her two boys were late.

“Aaron! You’re gonna be late for school!!”, she shouted from the kitchen, trying not to burn another pancake.

The boy rolled to one side of his bed, blinkin heavily, stars forming before his eyes. He scratched his moussled hair, and sighed. He definitely hated Mondays.

“Aaron, I’m not kidding! It’s seven ten, and if you don’t get up and start getting ready right now, I’m personally going to drag you out of bed and bathe you! I mean it!”, he heard his mother yell from the first floor. He knew she meant it, so he slowly crawlled out of bed, got a towell and headed to his bathroom.

“Charlie, you’re gonna be late!”, she knocked on their bathroom door. “Get out of there before you get all wrinkley.”

Charlie, who was singing happily up until that moment, oponed the stall shower and shouted back at her, “Oh, love, that shouldn’t worry you. I mean, consider this as a training. Someday I’m gonna be like eighty, and therefore, wrinkled.”

She smiled at that. She knew he had that cocky smile of his on his lips, so decided to tease him. “But who says I’m gonna still be married to you when you’re eighty? No, sir. I’m gonna be dating a twenty-something mindless, shalow, hot male model.”

“Ouch! That one hurt!”, he laughed, “Ok, then. I think I better enjoy the years I have left, right?”

“Absolutely.”, and she headed back to the kitchen.

* * *

When he finally went downstairs, she was sipping her coffee and reading the news paper. She had that “mourning glow”.

Feeling his eyes on her, she looked up. She couldn’t help but smile. He looked absolutely adorable. He was still drying his hair with the towell, and had that goofy grin plastered on his face.

“G’ mourning, love.”, he greeted, kissing her.

“Good mourning, indeed.”, she smiled. “Hey, don’t be shy. Join me for breakfast.”

“I’d be glad to.”, he grinned, and sat down. He pushed his plate near the pancakes, but noticed something was wrong. “Huh…love?”

“Yes?”, she asked, attention back to the coffee and the news paper.

“Where’s the peanut butter?”

She folded the paper and looked at him, slightly annoyed. “It ran out. I told you that last week.”

He looked dissapointed, like a kid whose balloon had just blown up, but a second later his face lit up again, and his devilish grin spread on his lips. “No, I don’t think so…”

He got up and went to the sink. A few seconds - and some mess – later, he exclaimed, “Ah, here!”. He turned to her again, holding an empty jar. He bursted out in laughter.

“You remember that?”, she said, still laughing her ass off.

“Of course I do, it was my idea afterall!”, that said, he sank his finger on the jar and then into his mouth. His eyes were shut, on his face a expression of pure ecstasy, and the moan…Claire knew she was drooling. “Uhm…just like I remember it…”, he opened his eyes, and smirked at Claire. “Are you just gonna watch? ‘Cause, you know, I could this alone, but it wouldn’t be nearly as fun without you.”, again, he sank his finger on the jar and back to his mouth, on that very naughty way.

It was all incentive she needed.

She nearly jumped out of her chair and got hold of his hand. Eyes locked with his, she directed his finger into her mouth, sucking at ir eargerly. Charlie’s lips parted. His fingertips twiched. He NEEDED to touch her.

He gently pulled his finger out of her mouth – Claire whimpering at the loss – and, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer to him, he kissed her hungrily. She slid one of her hands under his shirt, carressing the skin of his stomach with her fingernails. An then he lost it. All possible self control he still had in his system, gone.

He pressed her against the sink, and spread her legs apart, grabbing her thighs with bruising force and sucking at her pulse point.

It was when her tremble hands were working on his buckle, that they both heard it.

“Eww!!”. They turned their head and caught sight of the blondie eleven-year-old standing in the kitchen door, staring at them, horrified look on his face.

“Huh…”, Charlie began, letting go of Claire – who was trying to put her skirt back in place - , “Good mourning, kiddo.”, he finished, cheeks burning red.

“I’m gonna need therapy.”, the boy said, horrified look still on.

trick_julie @ 2005-05-17T09:37:00

2005-05-17T12:47:00Z

Tittle: Wish Granted

Author: Trick

Disclaimer: I dont own any of this...blablabla...not mine...yadda, yadda...JJ Abrams and Damon Lindelof are the bosses...yeah, whatever. You guys know the drill.

Pairings: multi-pairing fic.

Summary: Sequel to Closure. Four and a half years after the crash, the castaways get rescued. Big yay, huh? Well...not exactly. They eventually figure out that life on the wild is kiddy cake compared to life in civilization. Afterall, almost five DO change the world.

Rating: I never know how to rate these things, since I think it is a matter of point of view, but...whatever. Let’s go with R, cause the castaway might get a little naughty between one thing and the other.

Category: Romance/Humour/Angst/Action

A/N: Once again, please comment. This fic is dedicated to isa_gallagher , who requested a sequel do Closure.

CHAPTER ONE

Charlie rolled on his makeshift bed, in his sleep and snored. God, was he tired! For some stupid reason, in the previous day he promissed he’d teach Aiden how to play Rugby. Who would’ve thought that a four-year-old would catch up on a game so quickly? And when did the kid get so strong?!

He was having a very weird dream. Something about bunnies and chocolate. Odd, very odd. Actually, that was making him kinda hungry...

Just when he was about to ask Easter Bunny another sample of that strange cherry/chocolate doll, he heard a loud noise and nearly jumped out of the makeshift bed.

“Hey, Da! Lets play again?”. Apparently the boy had tripped on a pile of bamboos. Charlie sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “What time is it?”, he asked, yawning.

“Ten fifteen.”, the boy answered, checking his watch. “Come on! I wanna playyyy!!”

“Sorry, lad”, Charlie said, getting up. “I have to get some breakfast and then do some grown up stuff. If I have some spare time in the afternoon, we play, alright?”. The kid seemed a little disappointed, but nodded and headed off. The Brit wasnt worried. He would make it up to Aiden later.

* * *

Kate was sitting on the sand, idly playing with some shells she picked up the night before. The wind was licking her face and blowing her hair.

“So…still playing doll?”, said a southern voice behind her. She turned her head and smiled.

“You took off yesterday so quickly, I thought they could keep me company until you got back.”

“Well, Freckles, what can I say? Had things to do, and places to go.”, he kneeled beside her. She glared at him, and then looked away. “Is there a real reason why here, Sawyer, or just decided to update you jerk-ness?”.

“Hey, don’t throw this on me. You’re the one who wanted things casual, remember? With the whole ‘don’t wanna hurt the Doc’ thing.”

She got up and walked away. “Hey, if you can’t stand the heat, don’t play the game!”, he shouted at her.

* * *

“So, you think it’s gonna work?”, he asked, a bit nervous – something that certainly didn’t match his usual cool-sure-of-himself attitude.

“Yes, Hurley, it’ll work. If you take it slowly, twice a day.”, Jack answered for the 4^th time in the past two minutes. The other man just stared at him. “It’s just a rash. It’ll pass.”, he assured him. Hurley smiled weakly, thanked him and walked away.

* * *

Sun would never admit it, but she was bored to tears. She was still on her 7^th month, and Jin wouldn’t ler do anything. Men! They always think that just because a woman is pregnant she suddenly becomes as fragile as a crystal doll who’s gonna shatter if she makes any move. She rolled her eyes at that thought.

She turned her head and watched Michael and Jin fishing. She smiled. The first years of her marriage were difficult, and they went through a lot in the first months on the island, but they were finally having the life they always dreamed about. Life wouldn’t get any better than this.

* * *

Locke finished sharpening his knives, and got his backpack. They had ran out boar a few weeks ago, so he volunteered to hunt. He had hopes he’d find different types of animals they could use as protein source, but had the feeling he’d end up findinf much more than that. Shrugging that thought, he signalized to Walt that they were leaving, and they both headed to jungle.

* * *

She licked her lips. He really was a sight to behold. He’d always had a nice body, but the in the past three years it got even better. Four years were enough to sculpture a person’s body!

She’d been watching him for awhile now. He was cutting wood to the fire, shirtless, torso glistening with sweat. Yummy!

She grew tired of just watching. Her finger were twiching to touch him. She walked the short distance between. He had his back to her, so he didn’t know she was there. She whispered near his ear, “Hey, Mr. Pace.”. He shivered.

“Hey, yourself, love.”, he dropped the axe, and turned to her. “What does a lady like do in the middle of a jungle like this? Didn’t you know it could be dangerous?”, he said, voice low and husky, eyes narrowing to emphatize his warning.

“I want to get in trouble…”, she was really close. All he had to do was reach out and touch her. Easy like that. He really wanted to crush her agaisnt one of those trees and give her all the trouble she could possibly take. Too bad he still choirs to attend to.

“Uh, love, hate to break it to you, but I really cant. I have to cut all this wood by noon, and I overslept, and…”, she cut off him by grabing his face and brushing her lips over his with bruising force. He grinned, and, wrapping his arms over her waist, murmured, “Bugger that”.

* * *

Sayid was repairing his tent when he caught a glimpse of something. First, he thought it was just a trick of his mind, but when saw other people staring at the dark dot on the horizon, he realized he wasn’t crazy yet.

When it grew bigger, his eyes widened and he dropped his “tools”. He had to get fireworks, or anything else he could use as signalizer.

His heart was beating fast. They finally had a chance to go home.

TBC...

While The Greater Good isnt on

2005-05-03T22:03:41Z

Ok, another attempt on a fic. This is a C&C. Very fluffy - God only knows how on Earth I was capable of writting fluffiness. I only write angst. Or smut.

Uh...I hope you guys will enjoy it. Its not exactly Shakespeare...but it isnt bad either.

Tittle: Bed time

Author: Trick

Disclaimer: I don’t any of the Lost characters, or anything on Lost for that matter. (Unfortunately, cause God knows I’d love to own Charlie or Sawyer! – or both of them, whatever.)

Parings: Charlie and Claire

Summary: The baby just wont sleep, so Charlie decides to use a very old parent trick.

Rating: PG-13, for mentions of violence.

Category: Romance

A/N: Please, comment! Even if its just to say that it sucked big time.

The Princess and her Knight

Claire was tired. There was no arguing on that. It was was so clear in her face, Charlie could almost feel. Why was that? Oh, right. Because he actually could.

Jamie was the most wonderful thing he’d ever laid eyes on – but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t a handful.

“Come on, little one. Work with me here, will ya? Mom needs some sleep too.”, he murmured, rocking the baby. It was supposed to make the baby sleepy, but it only made him giggley. It would be extremely cute, if Charlie and Claire had slept in the past three nights. But now, it was just frustrating.

“That’s ok, Charlie. I can stay with him a little longer.”, who was she kidding? The dark circle around her eyes were enough for anyone to mistake her with Zorro!

“Nah…You both need to sleep. Come here.”, he said, signalizing for Claire to lay her head on his lap. “I’ll tell you both a story.”

She happily rested her head on his legs. She always felt so safe and relaxed around him.

“Uh…ok. How do they start those things, now? Oh, right.”, he cleared this throat, “Once upon a time…”, he trailed off. He didn’t remember any of those kiddy bed time stories. He always slept before the ending.

“Once upon a time…?”, she asked, looking up at him.

“Once upon a time, a princess.”, he started again, smiling. “She was the most beautiful princess of all kingdoms.”

“For all her life, the princess lived with her mom, The Queen.”

“One day, she fell in love with a prince The Queen would’ve never approve. So the princess and the prince moved to a different castle.”, he looked down. James’ eyes were sparkling. God, he loved the little boy!

“And from this non-approved love, a life was conceived.”, he continued, “The princess was so scared! But the prince said they could this, even against all odds.”

“The princess believed him, and started building her life upon this promisse.”, his tone was now very serious, “But she didn’t know that that was an empty one. The prince got home one day, and decided that this wasn’t the life he planned for himself. He wasn’t ready to be father. So he left the princess alone, with the baby he accused her of conceiving on purpose.”, the baby yawned, and blinked heavily. By the look on Claire’s face, he could tell she had recognized the story. Was she going to yell at him? She didn’t know he’d read her diary when she was gone, and she would definitely ask him how on hell he knew all that stuff.

“And her world fell.”, she said. Ok, he didn’t see that coming. She wasn’t mad. On the contrary, she was now participating of his little story. “She thought she was lost. So she decided to do something terrible. With a wizard’s help, she ran off to a far away kingdom.”, the baby was sound asleep. “But there was an accident, and she was stranded on a strange world, with lots of strange people.”, she smiled at him, “And then, when she was feeling completely scared and cold, she met her hero.” Charlie’s ears blushed violently. “Her knight in white armour.”

He chucked. “Love, you don’t even remember your first days here.”

She continued. “One day, she woke up, and everything had changed. She didn’t remember any of those people, but they seemed to remember her. It was all so scary. But it didn’t matter, because her knight was there.”

“He couldn’t be further from the sterotype of a knight. He was short, had big ears and nose, and was a complete goofy most of the time.”, she laughed.

“Hey, standing here, you know?”, he said, mock offended. She laughed even harder.

“And yet, he was breathtaking handsome. He had the bluer eyes she’d ever saw. And he always made her laugh.”

“She didn’t quite remember him, but she fel safe around him. That, and an odd craving for peanut butter.”, they both laughed at that.

“This knight”, he started again, “couldn’t quite tell when he started feeling like he should protect her, but he did. The only explanation he could find was: because she fixed him.”

“Before he met, he was so broken, he thought no one would ever be able to put his pieces together again. But she did. And all she did was smile.”, they both smiled.

“But when she was gone…when that evil warlock took them both, and he wasn’t able to protect her, because said warlock had nearly killed him…he was broken again.”, his eyes had darkened, and his voice was husky and low. “Not shattered like before. No…that was even worse. He broke slowly. To each day the princess and the future heir were gone, a piece of him fell. And he knew it was all his bloody fault!”

“He didn’t know exactly what the warlock was to her, but he knew it was no good.”

“The warlock wanted to hurt her and the baby. And that thought killed him.”

“But she got back!”, she started again, eager to cheer him up. “Memoryless, sure, but safe. And still very pregnant.”, he smiled weakly. “Her knight lied to protect her”, Charlie blushed, “and she got really mad at him. She couldn’t stand the idea of her knight lying to her. The one person she trusted in, since everything had happened.”, more blushing, “And she went on a nearly suicide trek. She didn’t realize the danger she was putting herself and the baby in when she accepted to be bait for the hunters’ trek to get the warlock, but he did.”

“Even after she had yelled at him, he still went after her.”

“When she saw the warlock, she felt it. She didn’t remember him, but she felt he was evil.”

“She didn’t know where to run, or what to do. Everything happened so fast, and it was all so bright, and violent and loud.”, she sighed, “And then, she heard it. Four shots. Four shots and the warlock was gone.”, she looked into his eyes. “Her knight had promissed he would take care of her, and he didn’t break that promisse.”, he looked away. “And that night, something important happened. She remembered something…she remembered peanut butter.”, they both smiled.

“After that, the knight wanted to tell her so much. But he didn’t. He just kept concealing. Afterall, there were other stuff going on. He could wait.”, he said.

“But the princess wanted to say things too. And unlike the knight, she didn’t want to wait.”, she carried on, “It was weird and akward at first – the knight had actually denied the princess’ invitation – but they worked that out.”

“Yeah. They walked and talked.”, Charlie said, “But even then, they didn’t say anything about their feelings.”

“And then, the baby came.”, she said.

“A wonderful little boy!”, he added, smiling, looking at the sleeping baby in his arms.

She was looking spectantly at him. He knew what she was expecting him to say. But he wouldn’t.

“And that meant that the knight was now supposed to declare his love for the princess”, her eyes sparkled, and he could say her heart had skiped a beat, “but he couldn’t.”, and then her eyes darkened. “He couldn’t because he knew what kind of man he really was. He was grateful that she would let him near the child, and would allow him to protect them both, but there was things in his past she wasn’t aware of. If she did, she wouldn’t even look at him in the eyes. He knew he wasn’t worth her…worth this. He hoped she would forgive him someday, for that he loves her and the child very much, and would always be there for them…but he wasn’t ‘husband’ material.”, that was the most painful thing he’d ever did. “The end.”

She blinked a few times, then sat up straight. “Uh…He’s asleep. I’ll put him in the craddle.”, she got up and he handed her the baby. She walked towards the crib, and gently placed Jamie there. He looked so peaceful. She smiled. “It seems your story really worked.”

He grinned, trying to light up the mood, “Well, what can I say? I’m a natural talent.”, she laughed at that. Then she crossed her arms in front of her chest and added, “However…I didn’t really like the ending.”.

He frowned. “Is that right?”

“Yes…it was…too depressing.”

“Well, love…that was what happened.”

“No, I don’t think so.”, she uncrossed her arms, and walked up towards their makeshift bed, and sat down in front of him. “The princess was confused. Everyone had expected that he would declare himself to his love once she had gave birth, but he didn’t. So she found a sutile way of approaching and asking him. And that way, she found out that he was just scared. Insecure…feeling worthless. Wich was ridiculous. She didn’t know anyone more worth of that than him”, he opened his mouth to speak, but she’d put two fingers on his lips and continued, “She knew he had a past. She knew that he’s been in too many battles before, and that he’s done shameful things, but, in the end…none of that mattered. Because she saw beyound that. She saw how he tried, and how great he was with her son. And that was all that mattered. And she wanted him, for what he was.”

Charlie stared at her for a few seconds. Her hand had moved from his lips to his cheek. He covered her hand with his. “Claire…are you sure about this?”, she nodded. He sighed. “Ok, then.”

“The knight was scared to death. This was far the most important thing he’d ever had to do. But he also wanted her with everything he was. So he leaned in close to her, and”, he leaned so close to her, his lips were mere inches from hers, “kissed her”. And he brushed his lips over hers. “I love you, Claire.”

“I love you, too.”. And they kissed. Hesitant at first, but it got more passionate and desparate. When they finnaly broke apart, they were panting. Charlie smiled, and rested his forehead on hers.

“And were they happily forever after?”, she asked. His smile wided and he trailed kisses over jaw all the way to the sensitive spot near her ear, and whispered, “You bet.”

The End

Because I was really bored, and they're hot

2005-04-25T12:58:21Z

I was really, really, really(!!!) bored, and they're hot. Do I need better reasons?

Awwwwwww!!! So young and cute!!! How old do you guys think he was in this pic? 19? 20?

So cute!!

Huahuahauhauaha...a few years (maybe less?) later. *Drooling* Great job growing up, Mr. Monaghan!!! (Have I mentioned today how hot his tattoos are?)

Tsc, tsc...so many better things to do with that area...and the guys painted it???

Awww!!!! I just LOVEEEE this one!!! Young Dom as naughty Merry!! Soooooooooooooooo sweet!!! (And lets not forget, Billy implied!!!)

Pretty Hobbits in tux. What else could a girl ask for??

Guh! *Thinking* God...I dont think I've ever wanted to rip off someone's shirt, this bad!!!*

*Dead*

The dimples!!!!!!!!

That smile!!! Man...You guys have no idea how much I wish I could kiss that smile away...

Cause of death: Josh's look.

There isnt a single thing in this picture that isnt erotic. Gahhh....

Ok, so...no arguing on the uselessness of Boone. But, hell...that guy was gorgeus.... The island is less pretty now...

*Drooling* Those arms...

I didnt watch this movie/tv show/whatever it was, so I dont know what is this all about...But the slashness implied in this pic is just too much to handle!!!

Pain makes us feel alive...

2005-04-04T18:03:40Z

A little ficlet. Just cause I was so borreeeeddd....!!! And needing to write some angsty!Charlie.

Title: Closure

Rated: PG

Summary: Liam can´t forget his baby brother.

Disclaimer: I don´t own any of this. (Unfortunately. ‘Cause God knows how much I’d love to own Charlie!)

A/N: Just because the show never shows how the family of the survivors reacted to the accident. Oooohhh…btw, people. Please, don’t hate me. I don’t hate Liam. Actually, I kinda like him.

* * *

There are some moments in our lives that define what turn we’ll take in the future. Even if they happened so long ago, when we were kids, and we can’t remember them. (These are the moments that guarantee therapists’ work)

Unfortunately, Liam didn’t have that benefit. The oblivion. The “not-remember”.

Sitting on the couch in his living room, reading the letter he wrote to Charlie, he couldn’t help the tears that were welling down on his eyes.

The letter was his wife’s idea. To get a closure. Since none of the bodies were found, they made a simbolic memorial service, and she told him to write Charlie a letter. To put down in the paper everything he wished to tell him, and then put it in the coffin. Closure.

But Liam couldn’t do that. He did write the letter. He wrote everything he’d like Charlie to know, but couldn’t bury it. He wasn’t ready for closure.

“Dear Baby Brother,

It’s been four years since the…uh…accident. And there’s not a day that I don’t think about you. About all of the things that I could’ve said and done to keep you from taking that flight, but I didn’t.

All I did was to rub in your face that I was clean and you weren’t. That I had a family, and you didn’t. Or so you thought I did. I know you did.

But Charlie, it wasn’t what I was doing at all! I was just trying to help you.

But then again…help you from what? From the fucking hell hole I threw you in.

Everytime I think about it… I know I deserve it. This hell I’m going through…I deserve it. I turned that beautiful little boy you were, into that helpless shadow of a man that you’ve became. I know you hate me for that. But if it’s any consolation…I hate me for that, too.

You could’ve become someone, you know? I mean…don’t get me wrong! You were someone. A far better man than I was – afterall, you resisted drugs for longer than me. But if you’d never got into drugs…I wonder what kind of man you would’ve become.

Oh, man! I’m rambling. It always happens when I have something important to say…I end up saying too much. I just don’t know how to start or how to say it.

All I wanted you to know was that I’m sorry. Sorry that I put you in that much trouble. Sorry that you thought that I turned my back at you when you needed me. Sorry that I didn’t keep you from taking that plane. That we didn’t walk away.

I want you to know that I never stoped loving you, and that I wish you’re happy and well, wherever you are now.

Love,

Liam – your poor excuse for a big brother.”

The tears were running down his face now. It was helpless. And certainly, not the time. He had to pick up Megan at school, now.

He folded the letter and put it in his pocket.

Thinking about his daughter always led to one thought: he wished Charlie had had the opportunity to have his own family.

* * *

Somewhere in the Pacific, on an undescovered island, Charlie was layind down on the caves, clenching to Claire, who was clenching to Aiden.

Even being as happy as he was, he just couldn’t sleep. He was thinking about Liam.

He wished his brother knew that despite whatever happened between them in mainland, he’d forgiven him. Actually…he was quite grateful. If they hadn’t had that fight, he wouldn’t have gotten on the plane…wouldn’t have met Claire…wouldn’t have kicked drugs… wouldn’t have started his own little family.

He smiled weakly to himself. “Thank you, Big Brother.” He leaned in closer, and, smelling the sweet scent of Claire’s hair, finally drift off asleep.

THE END

Oh, my God. It really DOES work!!

2005-03-29T18:11:10Z

Hey, I got this from Literally Lemming. Reeeeaaalllyyyy coool!!!

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trick_julie @ 2005-03-17T08:57:00

2005-03-17T11:57:37Z

As promissed, here's my first fic. Please, dont laugh! Its the first time I write a fic, and the first time EVER that anything I've written is published. So...I hope you guys like it, and...dont forget to comment.

Title: Happy Birthday

Pairings: Spike/Buffy

Rate: PG-13 (just a tease...)

Disclaimer: Everybody knows I dont own any of this. Joss is the lucky bastard that came out with the idea.

Notes: This fic popped to my head last friday, while my mom and I were cleaning the house and listening to The Platters' album. Its specially dedicated to Dru, who stayed up almost till midnight to help me with the template.

Timeline: Somewhere between Smashed and As you were. Lets just pretend that Older and Far away never happened.

Summary: Buffy's birthday always brings trouble, pain, blood and deception with it. Well...Spike wants to change that little tradition.

Follow the white rabbit!
She was staring at the calendar. Oh, God. It was tomorrow. The circled date in the calendar was almost glowing, as if mocking her. She glared at it. "Seed of evil."
"Talking to a calendar: first sign of insanity. Check." said a girly voice behind her. She turned and saw Dawn, leaned on the doorframe. "I wasn't talking to it." she said, defensevely. "I was..." she trailed off. No point on trying to explain.
She walked towards her wardrobe and started to pick her clothes.
"Well...whatever." Dawn said. "Uh...it was Willow on the phone. She asked what you're gonna do tomorrow."
"Work. Come back home. Patroll. Come home. Wash vampire dust and demon glime off. Go to sleep."
"Or..." Dawn started, cheerfully. "Come home. Take a long shower. Put on the best outfit. Go to the Bronze. Drink. Flirt. Laugh.". Dawn was grining like a mad person. Buffy wondered that it was probably a herculian effort.
"Nah...I like my idea better."
"Oh, come on. Please...". And there it was again. The puppy face. Buffy didnt exactly remeber when Dawn picked that up - probably somewhere between her 5 or 6 years - but it was the most heartbreaking thing upon the Earth.
She sighed. "Ok. I'll show up. But wont stay long!".
The other girl squeeled in delight, and hugged her sister. "Im gonna go call Willow!"; and left the room.
Buffy stared at her clothes in her wardrobe. "What to wear for an apocalipse?"
* * *
She glanced at her friends from her table. They seemed so happy. How could them? How did they managed to laugh, dance and have fun was something she feared she would never understand. She shook her head, and sipped on her drink. "Time to plan B: get drunk."
The day had been a disaster, like she predicted it would be. At work, same. Boring. Thing. All. Day. The same boring people. Nothing happened. And when she got home, she had to wash herself for more than hour to manage to wash off the horrible smell.
And the worst and most weird? No action. At all. I was like all of the demon activity of city had vanished. She actually saw a vamp during her way back home, but before she could even think of what to do, he just ran off. Oh, hell.
She finished her drink, and laid her cup on the table. Ok...this was beyond boredom. Controlling the urge to walk away and go home, she got up and headed to the lady's room.
The place was crowed, the music was loud, and the people around her were drunk and sweaty. Ewwww....she thought.
Staring at her image on the mirror, she couldnt help but laugh. She looked perfect. Hair, make up and outfit...just perfect. But perfect was the last word she would use to describe her state right now. Not even Spike had showed up. Not even for once. Not the she wanted him to show up. But he keeps saying the he loves her...stopping by the DoubleMeat Palace to talk to her would be the least expected, right?
"Screw it." she mumbled.
* * *
And when she got back to her table, there was a note on a napkin. The handwriting was flourish. There wasnt a signature, but she knew who'd written that.
"Enjoying yourself, luv? I figured as much.
I was thinking that maybe it was time for you to start having fun. What you say?
You know where to find me."
She smiled. God knew how badly she wanted to have fun. She looked at her friends again, and rolled her eyes. They were living in their on little world. They wouldnt even miss her. And if they did, she could always say that she had to chase after some nasty undead. (It wasnt necessarily a lie, now, was it?)
* * *
She was there. Staring at the front door of his cript with a puzzled look. It was just...unexpected.
Glued to the door, was another note:
"Sorry to dissapoint you, Slayer. Not home.
However, you can come in. I happen to have a little surprise for you."
She did. The place was completly empty and dark. The usual candlelight was off. "What is he up to?" she wondered. She licked her lips. She knew it was to no good.
* * *
There it was. It was pretty obvious. It was wrapped in red cellophane. A very big box. She didnt need Spike's note to know that it was for her, but she read it all the same.
"You look very nice, luv, but I figured that the occasion demanded a more formal clothing.
I hope you'll enjoy. Change and try to find the next note. And dont worry - I wont peek...much."
She laughed, and started undressing. Was he really there? Watching her take off her clothes? The thought was overwhelming.
The dress was the most beautiful one she's ever seen. It was made of red satin, went all the way to her feet, and had a gorgeous cleavage in the back. Just...beautiful.

“Ok...If I were one of Spike’s notes…where would I be?” she said, looking at everything around her. “This a cript. There aren’t many places where he could hide a note.”

With that said, she went for her “quest”.

And it only took her ten minutes to realize that this wasn’t anywhere near fun.

Frustraded, she laid down on his bed, closed her eyes, and cogitated the possibility that maybe, if she just laid there for long enough, he would eventually come pick her up. She smiled to that. No. He wouldn’t do that. If there was something Spike was…it was patient (at least, it comes to their sexual games).

She sighed. No escape to that. She had to find the next note. Not that she had a clue where it would be – she had already searched everywhere in his cript.

It was she opened her eyes again, that she realized she hadn’t.

There, glued to the ceilling and attached to a red rose, was the other note. She grinned. He was definitely full of surprises.

She went up in top of the bed, and was in the tip of her toes. She took both the rose and the note.

“Glad you made it this far, pet.
Did you like the present? I know you did.

Well, to find me, you’re gonna have to walk a bit.
Once you’re out of the cript, you’ll have to walk five steps to the left.
After that, let the red trail guide you.

Love,
William”

“Red trail?” she asked, confused. “It better be worth it!”.

* * *
Once she was out, and walked the five steps, she got the whole red trail thing. And she couldn’t help but smile.

It was a red rose petals trail. She followed it through almost the entire cemetery.

The final stop was gorgeous.

There was table, with two plates, flowers and etc. Two chairs, and in one of them was Spike.

Besides that, there were a red circle on the ground, around their table, made of rose petals. A group of demos playing some instruments, while one of them sang.

And then again, there was Spike. Sitting on one of the chairs at their table, with his trademark smirk, looking absolutely beautiful in his tuxedo.

When he saw her, he got up and walked towards her.

“Good evening, luv.” He greeted, taking her hands in his, and kissing the back of her hand. “I trust it wasn’t too much trouble to find me?”

She grinned. “Actually it was.” And she made a mock offended face. “You shouldn’t put a lady in that much trouble in her birthday.”

He smiled, leaned closer, put his arms around her waist, nuzzled in her hair and said “Don’t worry, luv…I’m gonna make it all worth it.” And kissed her pulse spot. “I saved you a dance.” He turned his head to the “band” and nodded.

And she first heard them singing, she thought she was going to melt.

Only you, can make this world seem right
Only you, can make the darkness bright
Only you, and you alone, can thrill me like you do
And fill my heart with love for only you

“I spent the whole bloody day thinking of what should our first” he said, trailing kisses down jaw.

Only you, can make this change in me
For it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand, I understand
the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
my one and only you

“And nothing was as perfect as you” he was now rubbing her lower back, and kissing her neck.

Only you, can make this change in me
For it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand, I understand
the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
my one and only you

“But then…” he stopped to lazily lick her pulse spot, “ I remember the day you were commenting about how much you loved this song…” she moaned “…and thought it would fit”.

“T-thanks…” she couldn’t come up with coherent thoughts.

“Oh, and Buffy…”

“W-what?”

“Happy birthday, luv”

One and only you....

THE END

New!!

2005-03-11T19:16:56Z

So...this is my first time at a Live Journal. Wow...it feels weird. I'm used to very simple stuff...But, I think its just the first impression.

Anyway...I created this LJ to publish all my fics. In my blog it would impossible. (Dont ask why.)
I hope to post Lost (C/C), BTVS (Spuffy) and Dominic related fics in very very soon.

See ya, guys!