these four wall could never hold us
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bantha_fodderit's cold, and wet, and dark, and this meme is so awesome:
Comment to this post with an offer to write in any fandom that you and I have in common. I will answer with a prompt. Then, you will write me comment-fic, snippets, or whatever comes to mind. Now go post this in your own journal and demand fic of your very own! Make your flist work! You had a long week and you DESERVE it, dammit!
Comment to this post with an offer to write in any fandom that you and I have in common. I will answer with a prompt. Then, you will write me comment-fic, snippets, or whatever comes to mind. Now go post this in your own journal and demand fic of your very own! Make your flist work! You had a long week and you DESERVE it, dammit!
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Date: 2007-06-30 04:42 am (UTC)She shows him the magazine as soon as her eyes are open. He makes a joke about beautiful women before he realizes that he's looking at Izzie. And what is Izzie doing posing for a national magazine? A google search yields up the name of Izzie's agency and a well-placed bribe to the assistant to the agent gives them Izzie's name and address and current job. So Maria guesses that they are going to Seattle. The car trip is kinda hell. Both of them are really tense and they don't know what to say to each other or how to deal with this so they mostly say nothing. Maria isn't sure if she is relieved that Izzie is still alive or pissed at her beyond belief.
They get to Seattle and realize they need a legitimate reason to be in an emergency room. A reason that isn't going to break Izzie's cover or theirs. Two boxes of hair color help with some of their worries but what can they say is wrong? How do they get admitted? Maria finally convinces Michael to use his powers to break one of her fingers. It feels like hell but it gets them into the ER and is also something that won't prevent them from running if they need to.
They aren't seen by Izzie but by a really tall thin blonde woman. Maria mentions something about seeing someone she knew in the waiting room. A friend from college (not that she ever went to college). She describes Izzie and then wonders if Dr. Grey could put her in touch with Izzie. Dr. Grey says she will get Izzie but Maria asks Dr. Grey not to tell Izzie who they are. Michael says that they want to surprise her but really they want to make sure she doesn't run.
Dr. Grey leads Izzie into the room and when Izzie sees Michael and Maria all the color leaves her face. Michael rushes up to hug Izzie so that Dr. Grey can't see that anything wrong. Dr. Grey shuts the door and the three of them stand around, not sure where to start the conversation.
Izzie swears and says she can't talk about it here-or now. But she gives them her address and the key to her house and tells them to wait for her there.
And...yeah, I don't have anything else right now. But I think Izzie comes back and they talk late into the night and Izzie bakes for them and even puts tabasco in some of the cupcakes for her and Michael. Izzie has the next day after that off so they make plans to set up a PO box as a dead drop for communication. It's too risky to meet face to face. Izzie has been saving up some of her money from modeling for Max and Michael but she's worried that they haven't heard from Max or Liz in over a year.
She explains that she...did some memory work and created a whole life and a family for herself. Records exist and everything. And her modeling and medicine means that she can't dissappear without notice. She put herself on the map and it was risky but it's worked. No one knows about where she is really from.
Michael and Maria can't risk staying another night but Izzie gives them some money and they drive off into the night, relieved that Izzie is okay but sad that they are no closer to finding Max and Liz. They discuss possibly settling down somewhere-and how they could do that in a way that would make themselves both visible and untraceable as themselves. They have it harder than Izzie because it's the two of them and they have vowed not to seperate.
They discuss ways of doing it and say that they will think about it. Maria knows they will have to do more than think about it because Izzie told Maria about Maria's pregnancy. Maria didn't believe her at first but Izzie took her to the hospital for an ultrasound. Maria hasn't quite figured out how to tell Michael. She's not sure what his reaction is going to be but she knows that they need to find a way to stop running now.
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Date: 2007-07-06 06:30 pm (UTC)The night is damp and foggy, there's rain on the wind and Abby closes her eyes for a moment. Just behind her, Hannibal stops and she can feel the tension running through his body. Opening her eyes, she looks over at her bike and the cars beyond. "Look."
He turns to see the jag and huffs a breath. "Somebody's got taste."
"Somebody had taste," she says. "The windows are tinted."
Abby's not surprised when he steals the car anymore than she is when he crashes it.
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"Don't say it," he warns, pushing the compress to his forehead.
She doesn't, just turns to get the first aid kit and shoves his hand out of the way to patch up the cut. She takes care of the others too and glares at him when he opens his mouth to complain.
Hannibal smiles and closes his eyes.
She contemplates killing him when he starts humming the theme song from Fraggle Rock. It's going to be stuck in her head for days and forget vampires, there's only so much Dozers a girl can take.
She leaves him to finish without her, she knows he sticks his tongue out but she doesn't look back. He's good in a fight and she doesn't want to have to break in another partner, the paper-training is always a bitch.
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Abby's checking her equipment when he puts a bottle beside her with a package of Twinkies.
"Dinner."
She looks up with a lift of a brow.
He gives her a sheepish grin. "Okay, apology, we'll do dinner later." It's as good an apology as he does, not that she wanted one, and she gives him points for style. The Twinkies aren't stale and the water's cold. She eats one, washes it down, and puts the other one aside for later.
The bow in her hands is familiar comfort and she lets herself fall into the rhythm of working it. Habit informs her knowledge of the tools laid out beside her and Abby reaches for each one without hesitation.
He watches for a moment, leaning against the wall, but after a minute he starts muttering something under his breath. She doesn't need to listen to know what he's grumbling about but she listens anyway, catching snippets of words like 'fuck', 'vampires', and 'stupid mother-fucking Milwaukee'.
She lets a grin tug at the corners of her lips.
"Something funny, Whistler?" Hannibal asks after a moment, still grouchy.
She looks up. "Do you ever shut up?"
He stares at her for a moment then grins, shrugging. "I try not to make a habit of it when I can. I find silence can lead to thinking and do you have any idea what kind of pain in the ass that is?"
Abby rolls her eyes and stands up, work done. "Come on," she says, shoving his gear at him.
"Where are we going?" he asks, taking it automatically.
"To find something to kill."
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Date: 2007-07-06 06:31 pm (UTC)-
They find a few vampires trolling the club scene (or what passes for one) and this time, Hannibal gets his fight. He runs whooping toward one, insults about parents flying almost as fast as the bullets.
She can feel the fight calling to her too, siren song sliding over her skin like a caress, but she hangs back for a minute and waits. The opportunity comes quickly and she relaxes, reaching for her bow. Hannibal can't help pushing the limits and she's ready when he gets cornered.
The arrow slides through Abby's fingers and narrows her focus down; she nocks it and lifts her arm. The noise of the fight drains away as her focus tightens as she picks her target. The feeling of the release is like plunging off a cliff, the adrenaline rush sucking her soul along for the ride as the arrow slices through air and vampire with silent grace.
The explosion into fire and ash brings the return of noise; cars honking, people yelling, and her own breathing harsh and loud in her ears.
Hannibal grins at her, throwing the other vampire to the pavement and finishing him off. "Cincinnati next?"
She looks at him and shakes her head. "California." After this, she needs some sun.
His grin widens and he tilts his head. "Bikini?"
Abby thinks about killing him again but smirks instead.
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Date: 2007-06-25 11:32 am (UTC)for you...
Date: 2007-06-26 05:47 pm (UTC)**
Miranda sat in her chair, enjoying the breeze as dusk claimed the mountain where they were currently shooting. She smiled and decided that this was as close to heaven as she was going to know. The landscape around her was glorious, the air was crisp and smelled sweetly, and she was surrounded by people she had come to care for a great deal more than she ever expected.
“Hello sister,” Karl said, dragging his chair over next to her and plopping down. He pushed his sunglasses down on his face, which looked rather ridiculous against his costume and the lack of daylight left, and looked out at the view. “Beautiful.”
“It really is.”
“I was talking about you, Mir.”
Miranda’s cheeks flushed and she swatted him. “Do stop that.”
“It’s not my fault that you’re absolutely breath-taking,” Karl replied. He rested his hand on her arm and squeezed.
“This is hardly the behavior of a sibling relationship, Karl.”
He grinned unabashedly, his fingers drawing patterns into her skin, and said, “No camera’s running right now. Just you and me.”
“And a ton of crew and cast watching us.”
He glanced around and said, “No one’s looking now.”
“Karl…” she began. She had prepared a list a few nights ago of why this was a very bad idea. They were working together and relationships between actors on set rarely ended well. But the list vanished from her brain as he took her hand and rubbed his thumb over the top of it.
“We’re both adults and we both want it. I see nothing wrong with acting on these feelings.”
She stood up and pulled her hand free. She thought about storming off, but that wasn’t her style and she really didn’t want to leave him. She loved the way she felt when she was around him, light and lost in the moment. Instead, she hovered over him like a teacher might and said, “There is most definitely something wrong with acting on it. We’re supposed to be able to show more restraint than a couple of lovesick teenagers.”
He wrapped his legs around her, bringing her closer to him, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, “This sort of restraint?”
“Stop it.”
His hands moved up her sides and cupped her face, brushing the hair away from her eyes. He leaned in closer until they were sharing a breath and asked, “Or more like this?”
“Karl…” She managed to get out before his lips brushed against her own. And she meant to push away, she really did, but he smelled so good and his warm hands felt wonderful against her cool cheeks.
As he pulled away from the kiss, he looked around and grinned. “Not one person even noticed us.”
“Mighty proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Pretty much.”
She couldn’t help but smile as her fingers ran through his hair. She said, “Lucky I like that about you.”
Re: for you...
Date: 2007-06-28 01:58 pm (UTC)<3333
By which I mean, it's pretty awesome! Thank you very much.
Re: for you...
Date: 2007-06-28 10:07 pm (UTC)