they brought back Kai!

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When you wrote a fan fic back in November. didnt finish it because you were disillusioned with the show. then this happens:

 

 

the character you write about comes back!

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I nearly lose my mind!

come on who does not love it when that happens?!

 

 

YOUR ANCHOR IS GONE

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“That’s the thing with you, Damon” I whispered. “You allowed your love for Elena to blind you. She was your anchor to your humanity! Your reason to feel. That anchor is gone. Your reason is gone. You lost your friends. Bonnie. Alaric. You brother, are fucked” I sneered. “Everything and everybody you held dear is gone. Everything but the one thing that is still holding you back!”

He laughed, “what are you talking about, Stefan?”

“Elena’s coffin.” My lips curled into a smile. “Let’s do it tonight. Burn it.”

Damon’s eyes glittered dangerously. “No one knows where it is.”

“But you do.” I pointed at him. “How romantic would it be? The two Salvatore brothers who loved Elena Gilbert so passionately. Their love represented by a fire burning so brightly  in the night sky!” I sighed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Damon move. He reached for a tree limb, breaking it in half Damon lunged for me,  the sharp end of the tree limb driving for my chest. I shifted out of his way, driving my elbow into his back. He sprawled into the dirt. He rolled coming up into a crouch. The make shift  stake inches from where I stood.

Laughing at the rage in his eyes, I circled him cautiously. “Ah, there it is! There it is, my dear brother!” I hissed.”The humanity I thought long gone!”

“Elena is mine!” Damon hissed. “Do not go near her!”

“Sybil did a horrible job messing with your mind!” I taunted. “The thing is Damon, I dont care about Elena. But you do.  you taint everything you touch.”

Damon was breathing hard, “Stefan you wouldnt do that. Think of Bonnie. Think of Carolyn. Think of Jeremy.”

My eyes narrowed. “Yeah that card wont work with me” I clucked my tongue “humanity switch is off.”

“Carolyn wont forgive you if you kill her friends…” Damon’s eyes widen in surprise. Blood spurting from his lips. He glanced down at his chest. The stake was driven hard through his chest.

“The problem with you Damon,” I leaned into whisper in his ear, “you bore people with this bad ass attitude you have. You are just a scared little boy who is afraid to be alone. Guess what big brother?” I shoved the stake deeper, feeling satisfaction as Damon’s skin turned grey. “you will get to see how well you do in Hell.alone”

I released him. His body hit the ground with a thud.

Whistling, I turned on my heel.

There was going to be great bonfire tonight!

  • when stefan turned off his humanity- what if Damon didnt turn off his humanity? Vampire Diaries season 8 ep7

BOBBY GOREN: FACE TO FACE

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I should have been nervous.

There should have been beads of cold sweat dripping down my back, as I waited in the Major Squad Interrogation Box.

I wasnt.

I was too calm.

That should have alarmed me.

Instead, I was seated neatly, my feet planted on the cold cement floor. My fingers splayed on the table. My long auburn hair tucked behind my ears, my glasses perched on my nose. For all intent and purposes, I appeared like a mouse. Unassuming in my oversized cardigan, the pink tee shirt underneath, and leggings. My earphones hadn’t been confiscated yet. Odd. So there I was listening to my playlist, watching the door.

I was waiting.

for him.

Bobby Goren.

A slow smile crept over my lips.

Detective Bobby Goren. the “sherlock Holmes” of the Major Case Squad. He loved finding patterns things no one else could, he was the least liked detective in the precinct due to his neurotic behaviour.

They brought him back for me.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

He was here.

Slowly I stood, pushing back the chair, and turned.

I walked to the two- way mirror. I placed my hand on the glass caressing it slowly and I cocked my head to the side. “Hello Bobby, its time don’t you think?”

I smiled.

the door swung open.I waited a moment before turning.  Alex Eames walked in. She made Captain two years after Goren left the precinct. Her blonde hair framed her diminutive features, the captain’s badge displayed proudly on a chain between her breasts. She was the kind of woman who didn’t like to dress impress but did so with little flair. She wore black like a signature colour. Her arms crossed over her chest with authoritativeness that made me smile.

“You’re protecting him, it’s admirable, Eames” I sighed. “I know he is here. Give him to me.”

“I am not protecting Goren,” Eames growled. My eyebrow arched. Goren? She never used her partner’s last name. Ooh, Trouble in paradise.

“Come now, detective” I deliberately used her former title to irk her.  I reached for her, and swung her into a waltz. “the tigers come at night. Their voices soft as thunder”

Eames recoiled, she pushed me off her. I laughed as I staggered into the table. Horror and confusion on her face as she took a step back.

“Les Mis” she whispered. “Did you follow me to the musical?”

I laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself, Eames. I happen to like Musicals.” I frowned thoughtfully. “Did you go to the musical last night, Eames?”

She stalked across the room. Her hands planted on either side of me on the table, the sound echoing in the room. There was no way I could avoid her eye contact. Her seething rage.  There was a familiarity to the way she was invading my personal space.

“Did you follow me to the Musical!” she demanded.

“Back off Eames, she is pushing your buttons.” Goren’s voice startled us both. “She never followed you. She has Fantine on her playlist”

Eames blinked and we both twisted our heads to the two-way mirror.

Eames scowled. “Who called him. I didn’t call him” she shouted. “Goren, do not come in here!” doorway she pushed herself away from me and stormed over to the mirror. “Do you hear me, Goren?”

The door open and Goren filled the doorway. His tall frame eating up space. His salt and pepper hair looked as if it had never been combed. He wore a plaid work shirt tucked into a pair of jeans.

I blinked.

“She almost perfected the Goren Lean.” he smirked. “but my partner has her ways of getting the truth. It’s best I called her off.”

I glanced from Goren to Eames. “oh yeah she is like a rabid dog with a bone” I sighed dryly. “she really had me”

“Goren you are interfering in my investigation!” Eames tried again, but he walked into the interrogation box as if he never heard her. He seated himself.

He held up my tablet. “quite the playlist you have” he motioned for me to sit down. I straddled the chair he offered. “you mirrored Alex’s playlist.” he scrolled down, checking off some songs. ” you and Joe’s wedding song.” his gaze shifted to Eames. “when did you get this sloppy, Alex? That you would get Hacked.”

Eames glared at Goren. “We can’t be perfect like you, Goren”

“I am not perfect.” Goren snapped. Emotions flitted across his face. Anger, resentment, and hurt. “You know, I would have come for you if you just asked.”

Eames and Goren glared at each other. I folded my arms watching the drama unfold with interest. “That’s the problem, Goren. I never asked. Yet here you are. Inserting yourself where you don’t belong! I don’t need you! Now or ever. Leave before I arrest you for hindering my investigation! ”

I narrowed my eyes. “Look mommy and daddy are fighting.” I clapped my hands. Both Eames and Goren swung their gaze at me. “you gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty

You know I try but I don’t do too well with apologies
I hope I don’t run out of time. Could someone call a referee?
‘Cause I just need one more shot at forgiveness”

Goren groaned. “Bieber? Really? Now you are quoting Bieber!”

Eames scowled. “This isn’t a game. She is connected to a slew of deaths!”

“You are right.” Goren sighed. “I didn’t mean to be difficult. I will leave if you want.”

“Yes I want you to leave, Bobby.” Eames snapped.

Panic seized me. He couldn’t go. I reached into my cardigan, into my bra, removing the stiletto knife that hid there.

Eames’ eyes caught the gleam of metal and before she could react, I shoved it deep into Goren’s thigh.

“Don’t even think of it!” I snarled as Eames reached for her holstered gun. “What kind of idiot doesn’t search me before sending me in here!”

“When I find out, I will fire them” Eames gritted out. “How are you, Bobby”

“Oh so its Bobby now? Now we are all friends here!” I snapped. “Bobby is just peachy.  If I remove this, he will bleed to death. If I keep it here, he will bleed to death. Either way, we all descend into madness.”

Goren let out a hiss. “Jesus christ, Are you quoting Moby Dick?”

“Oh my god, Goren, do not give us a literature lecture! You have been stabbed you are bleeding to death!” Eames cried.”we need an EMT!”

” I am not bleeding to death!” Goren groaned, his face in his hands. “Did you just try to quote Moby Dick to us right now!”

“Bobby!”

“Eames!” Goren shouted, “Moby Dick! She quoted Moby Dick!”

Eames anger faded to confusion, her gun in her hand she swung it between me and Goren. “Moby Dick?” she echoed, realisation dawning on her. “That was Nicole Wallace’s favourite novel.”

I was losing ground here. “Bravo, Detective. Now your reunion is interfering with what I need Goren to do. Now Move bitch get out of the way!”

I twisted the knife in Goren’s thigh, he let out a curse. Eames paled. “Alright,” she held up her gun and her hand in a placating manner. “I am leaving.

“Don’t be a hero, Eames. Don’t think of charging the room. I just need Goren. No other cops. Or he dies.”

Eames backed out of the interrogation room.

Goren smiled through the pain. “So now it’s you and me” he sighed. “You were lying back there. You are not going to kill me.”

“Take off your belt” I snapped. “You are a smart boy, Goren. If you die, I die.”

He grimaced as he removed his belt. He wrapped it around his leg. He tugged it tight making a tourniquet to stop the flow of blood.

“Eames plays it by the book, I took you hostage.” I sighed. “There will be cops swarming this place soon. I need to turn off the light” I growled. “You move, I kill you. Hands on the table.”

Goren raised his hands and placed them on the table. “True. You made a stupid move. You wont get out alive. And They won’t be able to see inside, but will we?”

“Being alive was over rated.” I shrugged. I inched slowly to the light switch, dragging my chair along. I jammed the chair under the doorknob and flicked the lights out.

Goren’s features were cast in an eerie light from my tablet. “How you doing?” I asked.

“You stabbed me I am losing blood,” Goren grunted. “How do you think I am doing.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“You are Nicole’s daughter.” he murmured. “You made it damn obvious.”

I smiled. “yeah, I overplayed that one.”

He shook his head. “why?”

“I didnt have time to play the cat and mouse game. Eames ruined it.”

Goren studied me for a moment. “You are blaming Eames for your impatience?” he chuckled.

I seated myself on the table, crossing my legs.

Goren held out his hand. “Take my hand.”

I placed my hand in his.

“we have DNA proof that Nicole Wallace’s daughter is dead.” he sighed. His thumb stroked my palm, sending shivers down my spine. “Either you are a greater con artist than she is, or You are her daughter with Bernhardt. She had you when she was in prison in Thailand  and given to the state.”

I blinked.

I laughed bitterly. “thank god, right? That way mummy dearest couldn’t kill me”

Goren chuckled, “Your mother was a sociopath, it wasn’t in her nature to love. How did you find me”

I shook my head, “No we don’t have time for that. you know what I am accused of. Those bodies. Aren’t mine. I need you to profile me. I need you…”

Goren’s eyes narrowed. “You need validation, that you aren’t like Nicole.” he surmised he released my hand. “Are you afraid that the killer gene is inherited?”

I scowled. “I am very aware of what I am capable of.  I don’t need Nicole’s genes to tell me what I am, who I am.”

Goren steepled his fingers under his chin. “You aren’t afraid of the truth.”

“The truth, Bobby? is what sets us free.” I whispered. “My mother admired you. You were the closest person she had to a friend. I trust you. Find out who is framing me, before I do.”

 

-this was supposed to be a self-ship. but it turned to be something else.

#writingprompt: What would happen if you met your favorite character?

 

 

 

RIVER SONG AND THE 12TH DOCTOR

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I am stuck therein the sands of Time

a memory

perhaps a day, lost a day gained

but somewhere being here nor there,  I am 

waiting for you to find me

and when you do, my love

we will be together

-River Song and The Doctor

River Song  meeting her husband, this Doctor. The twelfth Doctor. Will he remember her?

She strode onto the TARDIS as if she owned the place.

Out of the many universes, and galaxies this was still the one place she would always call home.

The scarf that covered her hair was the color of the Sun, and wrapped around her shoulders. Her dress was also bright yellow, with white polka dots. With a wide black belt to keep her outfit tight. She guess she was overdoing it with the bright green sun glasses, but kept them on.

She glanced around, noting the changes to the console, and most of the TARDIS “He’s done some redecorating. Hmm not sure if I like it” she mumbled to no one in particular. “Oh where is that man, just like him to keep a girl waiting!”

“Oh honey, I am home!” she sang out.

She fiddled with the console, pushing a couple of buttons. Pulling a few knobs. She smiled. Somethings hadnt changed too much. The muscle memory was still there. The memory of them together flying through the universe came rushing back to her, her heart swelled with emotion.

“Stop touching that!” the scottish brogue broke her out of reverie. chills crept down the woman’s spine.

She whirled around, the smile on her face slowly fading.

the man standing before wasnt the Doctor, but an older man. His craggy still handsome face was framed by dark wavy hair. He wore a sweater and jeans. There wasnt tweed, bow tie or a Fez to be found on him!

“Who are you and what are you doing on my TARDIS!” he bellowed.

Did he just say his TARDIS?

The woman blinked. “Doctor?”

“Yes I am the Doctor! What is it do you want?” he barked. “Do you just let anyone in now?” he shouted at the TARDIS, “Just anyone! Oh wait, let me get a DALEK or maybe a CYBERMAN, I mean its not like its security issue!”

The TARDIS just whirred and beeped.

The woman cleared her throat, “TARDIS recognizes me, Doctor” she murmured.

The Doctor swung his gaze back to her. “Does it now?” he asked, “And just who are you?”

The woman tried to speak. Slowly she reached up to unwrap her scarf from her head, and slowly pushed her sunglasses up off her nose. Long red hair tumbled down over her shoulders.

She waited for him to say something to her, but he stared at her.

He doesnt recognize me, The woman thought in despair. Oh my god, I cant do this again. I cant go through not being able to tell him who he is, who I am what we were…

Her heart pounding, she stepped closer. Reaching for his hand the woman smiled when his fingers interlocked with hers. It felt so good to touch him again. She savored the feeling.

“There are some things Time wont permit me to do. But I dont care anymore. You and I never played by any rules, and why should we do so now?” She began. “You and I have known each other across galaxies and universes. Across Time and Space.” she pressed her cheek against the back of his hand, her eyes never leaving his. “Ive fought with you, by your side as you did mine. You know me as well I as know myself. I’ve looked into your eyes and I’ve seen my future so many times, in so many life times.”

She swallowed back the lump of hurt that formed in her throat. Her hand covered his chest, there she felt his hearts beat. “Every day I have loved you, and every day you have loved me. The moment we stop is the day time ends. Do you understand me, Doctor.”

The Doctor drew in a deep breath. A myriad of emotions played across his face. Bewilderment, Confusion, Joy. His hand covered hers. “River.” he breathed. “Song”

She smiled. “In the flesh so to speak,”

“But its impossible.” The Doctor struggled to comprehend what was before him. “You are supposed to be in..”

Her mouth covered his. “Nothing is impossible. Not with you. Not with me. Not with us.” she breathed against his lips. “What do you say, husband? On another adventure?”

He laughed. “I missed hearing you saying that!”

“What?” River Song asked. “Adventure?”

“No.” The Doctor drawled. “husband!”

-my lame fanfiction,

so excited for River Song to be in the Christmas Special

the feels:

THE QUEEN AND HER SHERIFF PART II

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i dont know if this is how i will end it. but its a good ending as any. keeps people guessing

 

She was spread out on the table, her skin flushed from arousal. Her fingers lazily stroking her clit as she watched me slowly undressed.

She bit her lip.

“What now, Emma?” I teased her. My gaze was dark and hungry. “You have me right where you want me.”

We kissed, and I slowly caressed her thighs. “Tell me, Regina. Have you been with a woman before?”

I stared at her. “No,” I answered truthfully.

“I will be your first.” she whispered. She  stroked her fingers through my hair. “Good, because neither have I. I am kind of nervous.”

I kissed her palm. “You were doing fine, and you still are.”

“I mean, I have been with guys before. I mean, how else would I have Henry,” Emma’s breath caught as my hand inched higher, “but you..”

“Shh,” I kissed her as my hand cupped her pussy. She was slick and hot. I stroked the plump folds of her pussy. I revelled in her sighs and moans.

“Regina, you are making me cream all over you.” she panted.

I scissored my fingers along her clit, pinching it. She bucked.

Her eyes hazy with lust, she watched as I lowered my head between her thighs.

At the first swipe of my tongue along her slit, Emma let out a cry. She arched, as I circled her clit lazily. Along the sides before coaxing the plump swollen nub from its hood.

Emma’s orgasm rolled through as I clamped my mouth over her clit.

I sucked hard, as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Her body shook and quivered as I sucked and licked that tiny clit of hers. Her thighs clamped over my ears, as she hunched over me, sobbing.

Her come squirted onto the table in little rivulets, her thighs quivering, they fell open as she laid back. She gasped for air. ‘My god, Regina! That was amazing!”

I frowned. “But I barely started!” I smiled.

Emma sat up. “What?”

“My dear,” I stroked her still sensitive pussy, “havent you had an orgasm before?”

She nodded, “yes,” she eagerly wiggled herself onto my fingers. “Oh my god, deep! Fuck them deep!”

I obeyed her, the two fingers I had inside her was joined by another. “you havent an orgasm like that before?”

“No,”

Staring into her eyes, I finger fucked her into another orgasm. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream. I quickly covered her lips with mine. Our breasts pressed together, her body arched into me.

Her hands were in my hair, as we kissed.

Chapter 5

The low murmurings of voices, drew me up out of Emma’s embrace.

“The Charmings, as usual, have awful timing.” I mused as Emma struggled to hurry into her clothes.

“But Regina.” Emma protested.

“Shh Emma,” I kissed her lips. “One night wont be enough for me.”

Scooping up my clothes, I waved my hand and vanished as the door to the Charmings opened.

I leaned against the door of my bedroom, my heart pounding.

I raised my fingers to my lips. The taste and smell of Emma Swan still lingered.

Indeed one night wont be enough.

Rebecca in Control

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I certainly loved reading this sweet sexy story… 😉

WHEN NOTHING IS GOING WRITE!

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That was intended.

Today is not my day. I cant blog.

I cant write.

I cant focus.

What the hell.

I decided to blow off some frustration by working on the fan fiction that I started awhile back. Thats not happening.

I am not happy!