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[Shannara] The coveted

Title: The coveted
Fandom: Shannara
Character: Sour, Harmon
Rating: orange
Word Count: 646 (W), oneshot
Notes: So, this is a "bonus track" In the folds of memory, brought forth during a concersazione on msn with drk_cookie (Yes, she is almost always the cause of my evil deeds!). It 'a mockery of my story, my characters and much more at the moment I do not remember. The reading of longfic is necessary because the characters will not tell you anything.
Warnings: slash?
Disclaimer: How to recognize and Terry Brooks, what is despicable is mine.

It was a sultry afternoon in the city of Tyrsis, Sour was tired of traveling, the dust that had accumulated on him during the walk made him feel like a tramp. Sour And hated being in disarray, he hated that his brown hair from fine golden glow in the air does not attract hordes of women who hated his chiseled physique from the battles were dirty, covered with earth and sweat.
dismounted from his horse in front of an oak door is now proven by the years, pulled out a key from his pocket and put it in the lock. He had returned home.

Sour knew it had to go by his parents to reassure them about his survival, but there was something more important to do before.
opened the door to the back and went to the well to fetch water. "A bathroom, "she sighed," I do not ever do a bath. "
The water was warm and inviting, Sour undressed, leaving his muscles rippling discovered and defined by the long journey and trials overcome. Naked legs apart we behold. He sighed. It was so difficult to maintain that perfection. He went and lay down and let the liquid covering the magnificence of her body. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

did not know how long to soak it but when he woke up he found he no longer alone. There was someone in the corner, someone that smelled of lemon.
- You're back. - The crystal clear voice of the woman caught him, but he was pleased. He had waited and now gazed at her body from that location, a dark corner in the bathroom of the most handsome man Tyrsis. Not at all embarrassed came out of the tub and stood naked and dripping in front of her.
- We've put more time than I thought. - She said, moving around and girandogli.
- I had no choice. -
The woman was behind him admiring the backside. Sour smiled and spun around.
was a serious mistake. His penis slammed hard against the thigh by stripping breath. He crouched down hugging the lower parts with your hands.
The woman with shiny brown hair that is wrapped in soft curls became a giggle escape, then knelt beside him and stroked his face drawn in a grimace of pain. She kissed him gently on the ear and then gasped making you feel better soon. The woman's hands traveled her body that was not much, until you reach the center of his masculinity. Jade green eyes looked like those turquoise nasty man and he came up to her face and kissed her passionately.

Sour awoke. It was late, the water was cold and dark room. It was only a dream. Tapped the surface of the water with his fist and only then he realized that he was not alone. He looked up expectantly, but already knew it was not her, there was no smell of lemon. It was the smell of ... horse sweat e. ..
Sharpen your eye but the figure remained obscure.
- You're back. - Sour
recognized the voice and stared. His breathing quickened. The man jumped out of the tub and ran out of room and then from the house naked, ignoring the pain caused by sbattacchiamento of his genitals.
- Sour, darling, do not run away, please I came for you! - Shouted the man following him. - Sour! Love! - Harmon ran and benefited from being caught him dressed in just a few steps and embraced him.
- How I've missed you! Sour! You do not know how difficult it was having to pretend to hate you while ... -
- Let go, Harmon! We are in the middle of the road! -
- I immediately knew that you loved me too! -
- Let go! I hate you, can not stand you! You stink! -
- Do not say that, no longer hide from me! - Harmon took him up on his back without noticing the fists of Sour on his back.


*** My cat when she wants is love, even though its 38 ° C constant temperature did not help when he decides to sleep on my legs in a sultry July afternoon.
But do you know that not one stone in life is Gudur?

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You never know ... Small

:-) One of the things that I have understood from comments and phrases that I let him slip, is that people speak in sympathy, to do the piacione , hardly ever know shit and especially if I offended you point out.

From March is a bit 'more difficult for me and my wife. In parallel to Daniel, a number of problems related to my family and never resolved started to beat me harder psychologically than it does people on a mat.

Last week the thieves also entered (read: the shipyard workers) who have stolen the boiler but then riprormela first € 1,300, then € 800. Item value: 500 €.
This is just the least, when my wife called me in tears I laughed hysterically because I thought that this could be true only in one of those movies where everything goes wrong, including the machine that squirts you with the pool.

Since March, they all lived lavishly and dispense pills.
here at work have labeled everything as "the baby will be born soon go out of my head." And got angry when I reported (without naming names) this thing on my internal blog.

at Ridgemont High? Actually it is from November 24, 1986 that my life has started to skid and send me out of my head. Anyway, thanks for reminding me ... If anything I'd forgotten.

Ah, tomorrow are in fair Verona, to hear my mother speaking of dead, this could be enough to send me crazy, do not you think?

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[CM] Hotch can not be ignored

Title: Hotch can not be ignored
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Character: Spencer Reid Jason Gideon
Prompt: 9. Orientation @ promptaddicted
Rating: green
Word Count: 600 (W), one-shot
Notes: Set after the episode 3x20: Lo-Fi/Bassa intensity, it is my pure speculation. This story is independent but related to last moment.
Disclaimer: All of Jeff Davis, CBS and several amyketty. I'm not paid. Even in black.
Table : here

was night now. The day was long but it was finally over.
reigned in the corridors hushed silence of the typical intensive care units. Only every now and then hurried footsteps and decided to break that silence and passes that they knew exactly where to go. Gideon
envied that assurance, he seemed to not be able to recognize the distinction between what was and what was not done.
That was why he had waited so long to go see him. And even at that time felt the need to escape, as if the green walls of the hospital will close on him. He had never suffered from claustrophobia until that very moment. Since he left the FBI he had felt well and had not questioned his choice.
But what had happened he could not ignore it.

- Gideon, are Reid. Hotch was injured the explosion of a bomb. It 's very serious. Seemed right to let you know. -

It was cold, Spencer. Despite being the only one who had explained how he felt, was what he felt most betrayed. And the short message impersonal that he had left his office he was confirmed.
He waited three days before deciding to leave for New York. Even now he could not understand whether he had made the right choice. He could not enter the room where he was hospitalized, he could only observe from behind glass.
But until that time had not yet found the courage, and waited, sitting on an uncomfortable plastic chair, the sun went down and all went away. He had expected the darkness to bring him some answers.
The other team came to find out one at a time, but the case was brought in that bed Hotch sterile absorbed all their energy and required their full attention. It was easy to avoid them. It was even easier to convince the staff of the department to be an FBI agent and still have every right to be there at night.
And so it was left, fighting the urge to go again, against the desire to leave everything behind, looking for the strength to get up and go see it.
It was already dawn when detached from the plastic warm and eventually headed toward the glass.
Hotch was almost invisible under the pipe that connected to the respirator, covered in bandages that wrapped his head. He looked so fragile.
- I did not know if you would come. -
Reid, cold and treacherous, had arrived behind him without noticing.
- You should not have doubted. - Replied without taking his eyes from the bed.
Reid shrugged. - For Garcia did not you come. - Said then.
Gideon nodded. - Hotch called me to inform me and I begged him to keep me updated. Penelope went back when I telephoned to inform me of his condition and gave her a bulletproof vest. He found it very funny and sent me a nice e-mail. -
between the two men fell silent, as they watched the chest rise and fall rhythmically connects through a machine.
- But he could not ignore it. He is Hotch. - The only way to explain
Hotch was the silence, every word was too much for a man so reserved and taciturn. Gideon Reid understood perfectly what he meant.
Hotch was the one who always knew everything about each other without asking anything, was what I explained to them the way to go with a few words spoken at the right time. All of them had support and encouragement from him.
Hotch could not be ignored.


*** 's almost finished my last week in my current job. Saturday we close for holidays and I'll say goodbye to all my colleagues ... This makes me a bit 'sad because it was a really nice environment where they work and I will miss it seriously.
So I moved it closer by the day and I am undecided between happiness and anxiety. I mean, I barely know where the supermarket and I have not the faintest idea where the nearest library. And I do not know anyone! All right, all this can be remedy, however, is a strange feeling. I will spend quite a lot 'of time on the shores of the popular web!

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[CM] Last time

Title: Last minute
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Character: Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner
Rating: green
Prompt: 078. Where? @ fanfic100_ita
Word Count: 1024 (W), oneshot
Notes: What if ..? Based on this happens in the episode 3x20: Lo-Fi/Bassa intensity, just after the end. Pure speculation.
Disclaimer: The cheerful and joyful family Hotchner profilers are not mine but of good and Jeff Davis who gave us the grain.
Table : here

When they were happy together had thought many times.
He had spent sleepless nights rocked badly by the uncertainty which would have brought with it a new day.
Yet all his fears were proved unfounded, every sunrise had brought the safety of their being in pairs.
And now, now that between them should not be anything, he was there.

He was sleeping. It was in the middle of REM: In his dream he was Jack the smearing each mobile home with the strawberry ice cream and she was exasperated.
Then the phone ring had prevented infanticide dream.
- Haley, are JJ. -
had not heard much, everything had seemed so clear that everything he had to say was a terse: - Where? -

did not know exactly how it was arrived. He remembered that he had dressed and called Jessica as a babysitter.
remembered that JJ had promised an FBI jet.
She was sure he had crossed the door of the hospital and found JJ waiting for the diligent.

- Where is it? -
- In resuscitation. I did not know who else to call. - There was a tone of apology in a tired voice of the agent.
JJ was pale, his face drawn and his hands were still shaking. Haley was watching a man who stared at the blonde in front of her as if she were a crystal vase.
- Where should I go? -
- I'll walk. - He glanced fleeting man with amazing blue eyes that had responded with a nod.

could not get in, none of them could. And she could not remove his eyes from his body covered with that white sheet. He could not look away from what was missing from the void where once there was his right arm. "Luckily the accident, luckily he is left-handed" He was ashamed of that thought, without really knowing why. It was also ashamed of the anger he felt when he heard that English was almost unscathed. He was ashamed, because the only reason she was not serious it was because Aaron had protected.
The person in that bed was not Aaron. The thought was confused but she knew what it meant. Aaron was the agent who had never done a day disease. Aaron was not bad, never. And now, seeing him so weak while the nurse checked the drip and places it in the bed, almost effortlessly, the strange.
was Aaron, had his hair sticking out from under the bandages, his nose was straight from the line, his chin was covered by the bands, and yet it was not him.
knew of no longer having a right to be there.

- You need to call Sean. - It was a whisper. Morgan had heard ee wanted to kick him. I was leaving.
- You have to call it. - JJ also had heard and had approached.
- I do not have the number ... -
- I can not do anything. - Derek was sure he had never felt such hatred for a woman.
- He signed the papers, JJ. I no longer have any rights. I could not even be here, probably. - There was only pain and quell'ammissione Morgan had understood that the abandonment was not an option.
- Call Sean, he's the only one who can tell you what to do. - Sean

but he had no idea what to do once you arrive.
- I do not know what could be his will. We have never spoken. -
For Sean it was strange having to decide, was the younger brother, the reckless and irresponsible, not one on which to rely. Yet now everything depended on him.
Sean never had a deep relationship with Aaron, he loved her but nothing more. They were too far apart in age, character and ambition.
He turned to the team, to Haley. They were the ones to know, not him. It was unfair.
- Tell me what he wanted. You know, but you can not decide. I do not know, but I can choose for him. We could fill the gaps. - He shrugged his shoulders, it was difficult to admit to not knowing your brother.
Everyone looked to the ground, the weight of that decision was pending on their heads like the sword of Damocles.

- He wanted to leave. - He was a Reid speaking, the only one who had the courage to speak the truth.
- It 's true. - Echoed JJ.
- was first and foremost an agent, we can no longer would be to die for him. - It was yet another awkward statement that Haley was forced to do. Sean shook her shoulder for support.
- But I wish that Jack could greet his father for the last time before letting him go. -

Jack knew that was the last time he saw his father but did not cry. He taught him to be strong, had told him that the people you love do not go away ever.

- Because there is no grandfather more? -
- Your grandfather got sick I was still at school when I was so sick and eventually died. -
- You were sad because he was not there? -
- Much, wept at night for a few days, when I do not see anyone. -
- Then you stop crying? -
- Yes. My grandmother told me that as long as I remembered him, everything I had taught him, he would always be with me. -
- And what did you do? -
- I have always behaved as I had taught. -

Jack was just a baby not intended to be a father next door, but seemed stronger than all of them while stroking the hand of the father, while Haley lifted him so that he could give the last kiss on the cheek of battered Hotch .
seemed to have the conviction that despite all Aaron would be with him forever. Haley knew only that her father had explained several times that little Jack would never have left alone, although he could not stand by him as all the other dads.

- So do not cry when I go away? -
- You cry if you sad, but you must remember that I will always be with you. -


*** You're reading a LJ enabled! Yes, I also passed the oral exam. On the hottest day of the week I have slipped away to Milan for a good cause. And tomorrow I'll be back to see the results. But I also go to join the order ... How much effort!
no longer a student ... it makes me a little 'because it is the sad end of an era ... the umpteenth time over.
Now I no longer have to study, or have feelings of guilt because I'm on the net instead of books.
And yes, I am deliberately ignoring the story up here. Even though I love her like crazy.

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patati grow ...

Sunday, Cologno Monzese. Fresh from a wedding, came home at 2.30, mr. sp0ngo, Miss sp0nga sp0ngo little and spend a lazy Sunday.

Wake up at 11. Brunch and homemade DVD from Iron Maiden and 666 Bold Journey stereo. Then amarcord with home video of the wedding. And I have to say that I've lost the morphological gave his verdict. Boy. Daniel.

Then we show the house to the in-laws, take some pictures for the web and Chinese dinner :-) Me

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[CM] Software dangerous

Title: Software dangerous
Fandom: Criminal Minds Characters
: Penelope Garcia / Kevin Lynch
List: # 08 Unavowable
Prompt: # 02 Betrayal
Rating: green
Word Count: 100 (M), drabble
Disclaimer: The folly of Garcia was created by Jeff Davis that go all the honors and money. To me it all.
Table : here

Penelope was typing something on the keyboard at a staggering pace.
- You know, Kevin, sometimes I'm amazed that there's so many people in the world who can not use the computer. -
Lynch looked at with the usual look of surprise, as he did every time that Garcia jumped out with something absurd.
- It amazes me even more that so few people use Linux, so Simple! But above all it's free! -
Kevin did not answer, keeping his eyes down.
- Why also you use Linux, right? - Questioned him. - I'll be saying that you bowed to Mr. Gates! -
- Who, me? - Tried to exculpate himself.


*** I also spent three practical tests of the state exam! Never mind the small detail that I had the only two substances that do not behave as they should (for engineers: my paracetamol was soluble in water ... I'm not kidding! Just to not get high and analyze ... My calcium lactate clay acted as a salt of bismuth ... bastard!) Not to mention the hot burner 40 were switched on simultaneously ... that life stories to tell the grandchildren!
Thursday I have the oral ... and then I could put my hands on the coveted badge apothecary!
Turning to happier things: greetings (in one day late but forgive me, right?) To drk_cookie ! I dedicate this story you for your birthday and because I think the argument right to be treated with a left foot from your computer! And thanks to
DALiM that always makes me of the wonderful icon! (See the wonder of Hamtaro ... XD)

EDIT:
wonderful conversation between me, mother and sister
me: I can not stop looking at my icon ...
sister fangirlz with that?
I said yes, she's beautiful ...
mother what?
me: my icon, with screaming fangirlz hamtaro! Although it might be better to write or fancricetz fanfemalehamsterz.
sister: * rolls *
real mother would have been better to write fancool!

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[Shannara] In the folds of memory [33/33]


The Epilogue of Sour.

The brown-haired man watched the horizon from the trenches on the city walls of Leah. He stared at a point further south with nostalgia and pain. The light wind was ruffling up the i did not want to cut hair, with an angry gesture of his hand absentmindedly moved them to the side and sighed.
Menion Leah watched him from afar with his wife.
- It is not homesick. It 's something more. - She said, while the red hair danced around her face despite her best efforts to keep them in order.
- Do you know anything of that. - Reflected her husband watching her.
- My city was destroyed. But now I have a new one. - Smiled slyly. - And I can reign! -
- So that was your plan! - Laughed.
remained close for a few moments in silence, happy to be still alive and together.
- Go talk to him. - Shirl said, then began to descend the stairs.
Menion approached the young man slowly, watching his city teeming with life.
- Men's Callahorn. - Addressed him when he was near.
- Majesty. - He put the other without taking his eyes from the landscape to which they were intertwined.
- My wife is worried about you. -
- I'll regret. It was not my intention ... -
- Forget it. E 'task of women worry about anyone else. If it were not for them we would be all dead. -
- Yeah. -
- What does not leave you in peace? -
- So many thoughts. I hate to as I have dealt with the half-breeds. - Despite the disappointment he could not do without the last word with a harsh tone.
- Allanon would say that with your arrogance, you gave her a reason to prove his worth. -
- Allanon would have said "At the right time you will know what was your part in his life." - The monkey.
Menion could not help but laugh. - More or less. -
- And then ... - The other remained silent, waiting for the real reason for the sadness of Sour was revealed. - I left a friend's death. - The memory of
Brenna never leaves him alone.
- Brenna decided his life. - Menion said. - Sour, you did what you felt right, you did one of the hardest things you can imagine, you have sacrificed the life of a friend to save the lives of thousands of strangers. - Sour
no reply, uncertain about how to see the issue. With a deep sigh
Menion continued. - Now you tell when a dwarf died to save my life and the lives of thousands of strangers ... - The end of


Garve

The gnome was tired, the trip was long and heavy, especially for him, back dall'amputazione the left arm. He knew that there was not much to do, the venom of the beasts had made him incurable and the druid had proceeded with the removal of the limb useless now. Garve was not able to explain why sometimes I still feel like a part of himself, he seemed to be able to move my fingers.
He stopped in front of a house Varfleet was not sure it was the right one.
"The only way to know is knocking." He said walking the few steps that the distance from the door.
It was a grim-looking young man that was to open the door.
- Gnomes are not welcome in this house. - Pushed him away abruptly.
- Wait! I have a message for Madonna Mailin ... - Garve cried while the other closed the door on him.
- There is only one man who called my mother so. - Said the young man.
- Allanon, right? -
The young man stepped aside and let him go, then led him into a back room where a woman was making bread.
- Madonna Mailin? - Called the gnome.
- What is a gnome in my kitchen? - She asked without taking his eyes from mixing.
- My name and I come from Garve Allanon. -
- You will be tired, sit down and talk. - Mailin continued to massage the dough with bread energy. The boy was coming, but Garve called him clearing his voice.
- Allanon sent me in his place, I had to get Varfleet and he asked me this favor. -
- How did you lose your arm? - The boy asked, visibly concerned.
- Fighting. It 'was my sacrifice. -
- Col druid? -
Garve nodded, particularly did not like talking about it, it was still too soon.
- there it went well. - Mailin said.
There was a moment of silence then the gnome pulled out a sword wrapped in cloth and handed it to the boy. He hesitated while her mother pretended not to see it.
- Leian asked me to give it to you. - He was the druid to report to the desire of the girl and if he felt she could refuse a thing so small.
The boy broke the knot and dipanò the dirty material to expose the blade of the sword that belonged to his father.
- When he found it to Istrate thought it was the least he could do for you after all your help. -
- It 's been a nice gesture. - Said Mailin shaping the loaves.
Garve got up and walked towards the door, he had done his duty, but the boy stopped him. - What will you do now? -
- I will return to lead expeditions nell'Anar Superior when the waters have calmed down and trade resume. -
- I can work with you? - The Epilogue


Nur

Shadow Valley was always similar to itself, never a radical change, the houses kept in order, the immutable and always the same people generations after generations.
For this visit the enormous Troll Mountains to the inn he made a clamor that the man in question as annoying as the buzzing of a mosquito. Flick was therefore quite surprised when it's you appeared before him one afternoon when dozing in a chair in the local desert.
- You Ohmsford Flick? - Asked politely.
- Yes. With whom I have the pleasure of speaking? - Flick had risen and sought a chair strong enough to support a troll full of armor. Nur smiled and sat on a bench in solving the problem.
- Allanon told me about you. Have you grown Leian. -
- Yeah. -
- You did a good job. -
Flick did not answer and tried to change the subject and at the same time to support the eye of the troll. So it was that he noticed a deep cut that disfigured his face leathery. - How are you are procured? -
- Fighting alongside Leian and Allanon against beasts. I sacrificed my right eye to see better luck from the left. - He laughed, a laugh that echoed in the empty room to improve the mood of the man Valley, if only for a moment.
- How did you get here? It 's a bit far from the North. - Said, pouring two beers.
- not what you think. - Considered. - I have one last task. - He explained.
- by Allanon? - The man asked caustically.
- by Leian. There's a girl in this war has lost both parents ... -
- will not be the only one. - Replied defensively.
- Leian He lost when he found it. He thought it would be safer here than in any other part. -
- I do not think so, you Leian is wrong. I can not ... - He could not finish the sentence interrupted to effect the entry of a child lost from the air. And
Flick saw the same expression on his face he had seen Lost in Leian the first time they met, the same request of affection and protection. And he knew that would not have refused.
Nur smiled in the shadows.


The Epilogue of Allanon

Allanon was exhausted, had weakened the fight than he expected. But there were things he could not postpone. He went to the shore of Hades and pin his arms outstretched.
After a while a strong wind rose in the valley and the water began to swirl, and anguished voices shouting all their despair.
Then from the center of the lake revealed a solitary figure, unreal and transparent approached the druid. Around them two there was silence while the rest of the valley seemed to infuriate a storm of lost souls.
- Father. - Allanon murmured.
- Tell me. -
- I have done my duty, Abaddon was sealed to other eras. -
- You have done what was your duty. -
- At what price? -
- Your energy will return through the sleep of the Druids. -
Allanon not answered.
- You still have a job, return the stones and place them Istrate under another spell of protection. -
- I want to protect Paranor. -
- It can not, so it should be done. You have to break away from them. All have sacrificed something, so should you. -
- But I have already sacrificed some, I sacrificed what was a daughter to me! - He shouted as it seemed that the fury of Hades ammutolisse pin opposite to that of Allanon.
- This was done Allanon. And you have not sacrificed. As long as you feel you have the stones with his life in your hands. -
- I made a trip that led to death. -
- Creatures of the Word does not die, they return to him. And his trip to the Four Lands was happy. Because you have made that. You could treat her coldly and considering it only as a means to achieve your goals. Instead you have done more and I will never recognize anyone. You gave her the warmth of a family with Flick and Sarajevo, and all others who helped you brought up, you gave the knowledge Garve, Nur Adael and the support they needed in time of need, Brennan and the Sour have allowed us to understand that it could collide with the strongest and win; Dreiden gave her love. None of this was written but you've allowed. He had a life better than ours. Now its time to let go forever. -
spectrum disappeared and after him also the fury of the lake subsided.
Allanon rested sitting on a sharp rock, then, when he was sure that his strength would permit, he climbed out of the valley heedless of the wounds that caused him the sharp stones in his hands. On top of you turned to the east waiting for the first rays of the rising sun. When they shot him, took out the stones and looked in sparkling orange light in the morning. Seems to smile. He must be very tired.
- Goodbye Leian. -

"The strength of the people of the Four Lands, which have preserved the dark chasms that could fall. A
Leian, Adael, Brenna and Dreiden, because their spirits protect what they have helped save. "
*** end ***

I dedicate this long history of Alberto who, despite being completely fasting Shannara saga, read it all for me and eventually said: "You are too psychological for the fantasy" Thank you so much.


*** After this long, long longfic. Publicly thank drk_cookie for having followed throughout, showing great courage and DALiM that one day he said "When you read over and comment." Now what do we do?
The script is passed the state exam, Wednesday and Thursday I expect the practical tests. You can not imagine how he is rejoicing at the thought.