[OOC: Takes place in May 2009, with a flashback at the beginning to a few months before that.]"I realized that no matter what I do, he'll never feel that way about me. I'd do anything for him and he'll never feel that way about me that I feel about him."
Dr. Benson watched Mia with her hands clasped thoughtfully under her chin. "Is that why you do things for him?"
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Muse: Mia Jesbar
Fandom: Star Wars EU (OC)
Word Count: 1,151
OOC: Inspired by this. Soooo much backdating.
It doesn't matter how well you play with others. When you're the fabled Smartest Kid in the Room and you're never really compelled to hide it, sometimes you're going to have to play by yourself.
At seven years old, Tony is already well aware of this. It's why, though there's tons of snow on the ground and kids everywhere are gathering with their friends to play, he's called no one. He could, he knows he could. But he won't. Not with the plan he has. The plan that was so good, it required careful calculations and a well detailed blueprint.
A snow fort.
Walking out of his house, bundled up so his mother would leave him alone and with his blueprint in hand, Tony looked to the surrounding snow at large. Once he'd chosen the best possible spot -- not in the middle of the yard, but off to the left -- he unrolled his blueprint. Looked at it. Looked at the snow. Nodded. And began construction.
Construction turned out to take a bit longer than he'd calculated. New ideas that further complicated things didn't help, but couldn't be ignored. He only took a break three times. Once, for hot chocolate. Then to have lunch. Then, because his mother told him if he didn't come in and change those soaked clothes on his own, she'd drag him in by his feet and make him do it anyway.( A persuasive argument.Collapse )
Muse: Tony Stark
Fandom: Iron Man
Word Count: 985
"When a woman tells a man about her feelings, she doesn't want him to fix her, she wants him to shutup and listen" ~ Emily Prentiss from Criminal Minds
Marriage is something Clark has always known was something that doesn't just fall into place all on its own. It takes work – sometimes a lot of it and sometimes it's hard – but when you know you're with the right person, it's worth it. Every single time.
Eirene is worth it. Clark knows this. And honestly, their first year of marriage has gone pretty darn well if he says so himself. He knows it's the next few years that will truly test them and he means to get them through with flying colours. He meant it when he said 'forever'.
Adding a baby into the mix has been a bit of a curveball, but he wouldn't change that, either. Zoe Mara is the light of his life and he's hopelessly and helplessly wrapped around her tiny baby finger. Has been since before she was born. Not that it's any surprise; Clark has always liked kids and having one of his own was something he wasn't sure could ever happen.
What has been a surprise has been her early development of abilities. Her strength amazes even Clark (not that she's even anywhere near remotely as strong as she will be one day) and they've got the teleporting down to a bit of a science, which basically means Eirene tracks her the second she poofs away while Clark frets. She hasn't gone to Africa yet.
But perhaps the most interesting thing Clark is learning out of all of this is just how differently he and his wife react to it all. Clark worries; Eirene rejoices. Clark gets upset; Eirene wants to throw a party. Clark upsets Eirene by being upset; Eirene gets quiet and holds Zoe close. It's not the best way to handle things, he's realized.
So as New Year's draws closer, Clark has already decided what his resolution will be: He's going to do what he used to be really good at and listen to his wife when she tries to explain to him why he doesn't need to worry so much about their daughter. He's going to ask Eirene how she feels about things, instead of concentrating solely on his own reaction, and take what she says to heart. Because while marriage may take work all by itself, parenting takes cooperation of the highest degree and Clark is never putting either of those things in jeopardy.
Muse: Clark Kent
Word count: 398
ooc: Takes place Friday. Delayed mun is delayed.
When John walked into Saj Wayside House shortly after noon on Friday, he was in a damn good mood. Just that morning, Doug had seduced as only Doug could
, which (very easily) convinced John to take the morning off.
And, quite frankly, John had deserved it. Ever since the Prop X stuff had gone down, and the protest that’d gone terribly wrong, John had been very busy focusing on keeping the kids at Saj on track.
He wasn’t ready to admit he had to keep himself on track, too.
But it had only taken him three steps inside the shelter to know that things were just… tense
. It was like it hung in the air, thick and stifling.( Hey, guysCollapse )John "Pyro" Allerdyce
Approx. 1150 words
When Abby and I first dated, it was during a time when I very rarely spoke about my life prior to my arrival in Chicago. Most knew I came from Croatia of course, a few who worked in the ER knew that while I had survived the war in my home country, my wife and children had not, only one, Carol, knew the full story. I'll never know what prompted Abby to open the door on my past that early morning all those years ago, but, I've often wondered if she regretted the decision.
The year was 2000 and we were lying in bed talking about a number of things from our relationship to a patient of mine at the time who was a Catholic Bishop. While I at first resented having to treat Bishop Stewart because of my feelings toward the Church and God left over from Vukovar and the loss of my family, before he died the man enabled me to find my way back to both.
I was a little surprised at first when the conversation settled into silence, then figured it was still early, it was just likely Abby wanted more sleep, and then very quietly she asked the question that started it all.
"Can I ask you something?"
"What was her name?"
"Did you love her very much?"
To some it wouldn't seem like much, but, for Abby and I it was huge. Everything to that point had always been about Abby, her life, or her problems, this was the first time she had asked about my life. Over the years there have been other times. She's learned more about Danijela, of our children, of our families, and most unsettling for her, of the war that separated us forever. But, those times would come later, we both had to grow first, to part ways and then find our way back again.
hero_farmboy borrowed with much love.
It's been four days since her husband buried his biological father. Clark has been keeping himself busy with work, or farm chores, in what appears to be another attempt to cut himself off from everyone. It's an irrational maneuver, but understandable if one knows how many people he's lost over the years. Eirene's been trying to give him the space he needs, hoping that the barely-there smiles aimed at his daughter will pass, or the way Clark holds himself so stiffly will end.( He's hurting.Collapse )
OOC: Forward dated to tomorrow morning, pertaining to this, which was kicked off by this.
Senator Petrelli was in an ugly mood.
Entering the hospital, it wasn't something that walked with him, but ahead of him. It sent on a sense of unease, one that the hospital staff seemed to pick up on and steer clear of as quickly as possible. Senator Petrelli was in an ugly mood, and if he was absolutely honest, the act he was about to commit wasn't just one of goodwill. It was also one that would make him feel better.
Not that he wouldn't rather be at home with Huxley enjoying a drink and avoiding the news at all costs, but he did have to work today. And a pick me up after the previous night's 'discussion' was sorely needed if he was going to make it through a full schedule.
Was it sadistic? A bit. Then again, it was expected of him. He was a fan of power, throwing his weight around accordingly was something people like him did. And if what he did had a positive outcome, who was he to disappoint?
He had a clear path to the front desk, and all Nathan needed to determine on his way there was that the girl behind it wasn't who he needed to talk to. He'd be surprised if she'd been at the hospital longer than six months. It didn't matter, he was sure he could find who he did need to talk to fairly quickly.
"Excuse me." Nathan smiled as he stopped in front of the desk, and set the bouquet of flowers down on it It was charming, calm, and had an edge to it the girl seemed to recognize when she looked up. But only after she processed who she was looking at.( Senator Petrelli?Collapse )
Muse: Nathan Petrelli
Word Count: 1,201