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Nano Cluedo Chapter One

Sun, 23 Nov 2008 14:18:18 GMT

NaNo Cluedo

Chapter One

Lunch had come and gone and everyone was back in the Study, writing like maniacs to try and beat Manchester and their evil Fossas leader. Though a few of them thought they stood no chance, with the Fossas gang thrashing the Lemurs. They were once again about to start another forty-five minute session when Burt Body stood up and called for everyone’s attention.

"I am sorry to say that I have brought you all here under fall pretences," he said his voice a little sad.

"Why are we here then?" Leyna asked, curious as to what the older man wanted them all for.

"At the last write in, a week ago, my novel was wiped from my computer, all my back ups, everything to do with my Nano Novel was wiped from my computer," he said to his shocked guest.

"Why are we here? Are we suspects?" Shaylee screeched.

Burt nodded, "yes, you all were the only ones to turn up to the write in that day, I wish to find out which one of you deleted it all." he said, giving no clue as to what he Nano Novel Plot was about.

"so we are here for you to find out which is the guilty party." Paul Plum said as he looked over his glasses that were perched on the end of his pointy nose.

"yes, I know most of you are innocent in this, but I need to find out." Burt said, apologising to most of the room, except for the guilty one.

"I understand, if it was mine I would be doing the same," Colonel Mustard agreed.

"tha... than..." Burt started to say before he fell forwards onto his open laptop.

Everyone jumped up from their seat and rushed to his side. Professor Plum was the first one to reach the man, and pressing his finger to Burt's wrist, he tried to feel for a pulse.

"he is dead," he said, shocked.

Gasps went around the room.

"We need to find out who did it," Leyna said as she looked at the other guests."

They Agreed.

* * *

The butler and the rest of the Mansions staff was gathered, and one always vouched for another, they were not the ones responsible for the death of their employer, Mr Burt Body.

"Professor Plum, what do you think killed him?" Leyna asked the professor.

"by what I can see on the body, I would say it was poison." he answered her.

"thank you. I was in the study before lunch, the Butler was in the room with me and was also the one to take me to the dinning room where we ate, and I came back here with you all, so I am ruled out." Leyna said, clearing her own name first. "Mrs Pandora Peacock, why don't you tell us where you were before lunch, you all went off before lunch was served." she added as she looked at the camp cross dresser.

"Of course sweetie," he... she... he smiled.

Flashback Peacock

"oh where oh where is that blasted toilet," Pandora said aloud to her... himself, as he walked through the corridors.

He walked around a little more opening random doors in the hopes that behind one of them was the toilet he so desperately wanted to find.

"finally," he yelled in joy as the door he opened revealed a very luxurious bathroom. "oh I wouldn’t mind a dip in that tub," he smiled to himself as he went over to the sink and took out his compact and started to powder his nose. "I do wish it would last a little longer." he mused to himself as he finished touching up his makeup.

When he had finished he heard the dong tell one and all that lunch was severed, now all Pandora Peacock needed to do was to find the dining room.

End Peacock Flashback

"you were pondering your nose?" Leyna asked, a little unsure about what she was doing.

Pandora look at her, "oh honey you need to learn all about that, the best this sweetie. Yes I was powdering my nose. I do need to touch up the makeup, now as to who killed Burt, ask little scarlet over there, Burt did turn the little hussy down, then again I think everyone does these days, she must be a bit desperate now, and no doubt after a little revenge." he told her.

"thank you Pandora, and I will talk to her next." Leyna said looking thoughtful.

* * *

Leyna walked over to where Shaylee Scarlet was sitting, filing her nails once again, unlike the others in the room who were all worried.

"Shaylee, can we talk?" Leyna asked as she went and sat opposite the attractive woman.

"sure," she smiled as she chewed some bubblegum.

"Can you tell me what you were doing before lunch?" Leyna asked her as she gritted her teeth against the irritating sound of someone chewing gum with an open mouth.

"yeah, sure." she huffed a little.

Flashback Scarlet

"oh blast it all to hell and back," Shaylee shouted as she run through the endless maze of corridors. "where is the fucking toilet!" she screamed.

She run down another corridor, seeing Colonel Mustard at the end of one corridor, going down some stairs. She rushed to try and catch her up, but she had disappeared. "Damn, I thought she might be able to help me." Shaylee sighed dramatically and turned around, there was only one method that may help her now, as she strode forwards like a woman on a mission to get the best make up.

She came to the first door and opened it, "nope not the bathroom. Next time, I think I should ask." she grumbled as she moved from one door to another, opening each one. Finally on the nine door opening she found it.

"oh this is lovely, I could soak in that for hours." she gaped as she looked at the large sunken tub in the middle of the room.

End Scarlet Flashback

"you were looking for the toilet?" Leyna asked her to make sure what she was hearing.

Shaylee smiled at her in a way that made Leyna feel a little dumb, "yeah, toilet,"

"thank you," Leyna smiled at her, thinking through what she had been told.

* * *

Leyna stood up and left Shaylee Scarlet to her chewing and walked over to where Colonel Macaria Mustard, who was sat at the desk, typing at a furious pace.

She sat down next to her and smiled, "Hello Colonel Mustard."

"Leyna, my turn for the questions?" she asked the younger woman.

Leyna smiled, "nothing much gets by you, does it colonel,"

"something did," she grumbled.

"I need to know where you were before lunch." Leyna inquired.

"very well," she answered.

Flashback Mustard

Macaria gritted her teeth as she wondered around the mansion, she needed to find the elusive Reverend Green. "where is the blasted man." she grumbled as she moved around the second floor of the mansion.

She wandered through the maze of corridors, "oh thank you, stairs!" she almost cried when she found some stairs that she could go down.

She had finally found somewhere where she could maybe find someone else in the maze that Mr Burt Body called a home. She saw Professor Plum heading towards the Kitchen, "oh I wonder what he needs?" Macaria asked herself as she walked towards the study again.

End Mustard Flashback

"you were trying to fin Reverend Green?" Leyna asked, needing confirmation.

Macaria smiled, "yes, though I did not find him, but I did see Professor Plum going to the kitchen." she told the young woman.

"right, thank you Macaria, that was very helpful." Leyna smiled as she looked around the others in the room, noting where each person was.

* * *

Leyna stood up and walked over to Professor Paul Plum, who was looking out of the window at the grey coloured skies above them, that threatened rain. She went over and sat down on the window seat.

"Hello Professor," she said respectfully, he was a collage professor, and had helped her a little with her science paper that was due later that month.

"Hello Leyna, mine turn I would say," he smiled at her.

"yes sir, I just need you to tell me where you were before lunch?" she asked of him.

"Of course," he said as he then started to tell her.

Flashback Plum

After being told that lunch would be served soon, professor plum needed to make sure that the cook knew that he would not eat meat. He walked out of the study and towards the kitchen.

"Are you the cook?" he asked the middle aged woman that was slaving over a hot stove.

"yes," she grouched.

"oh good, I am hoping it would be alright for you to do something vegetarian for me, as I do not eat meat." he told her.

She nodded and Paul left the woman to her work and went to the Library until lunch was served.

End Plum Flashback

"your vegetarian?" Leyna asked a little surprised.

Professor Plum smiled, "yes I am, I was in the library for a little while, until lunch was severed, though I did have an odd feeling when I was around the kitchen, like there was someone in the shadows. I think I know why I had that feeling now."

Leyna chuckled a little, "yes professor, I can understand about the feeling now. I spoke to the cook earlier and she did mention that you can in, though she was a little uneasy when we talked."

* * *

Leyna left Professor Plum to his cloud watching and went over the Reverend Green, the one that Colonel Macaria Mustard was trying to find before lunch, but was unable to.

"Hello Reverend Green," Leyna greeted as she walked over to where he was sat in the comfortable leather chair and sat down in the smaller version opposite him.

"Leyna my child," he smiled at her easily.

"I just need to know where you were just before lunch?" she asked him, smiling back at the man.

"Yes child," he said still smiling as he started to tell her.

Flashback Green

"Now was it left, or right to get to the library?" Reverend Galen Green asked himself as he walked down another long corridor and came to a crossroads.

"we shall try left," he said to himself as he went left. He walked down the corridor a little and came to another left, right or straight ahead.

"Oh Dear Lord guide me in the right direction." he said a little aspirated at not being able to find his way through the maze of corridors.

Galen Green went to the right, walking along the corridor, he passed some stairs, hearing the mumble of someone nearby, he looked up and say Mrs White passing the top of the stairs.

End Green Flashback

"you got lost?" she asked him.

"yes I am afraid I did, it is quiet a maze here." he answered.

Leyna smiled, "yes I think so to," Leyna agreed with him.

* * *

There was only one person left that she had to talk to and the was the quiet Mrs Wendi White. Who looked as though she was sleeping in the nice cushioned chair that she had nabbed as her own in the Study. She sat down on the poufe and cleared her throat.

"oh Leyna, you gave me a fright, what can I do for you?" she asked, putting her hand to her heart.

"sorry Mrs White, I did not mean to," she said remorsefully. "I just need to know what you were doing and where you were before lunch?" she asked the elderly woman.

"yes deary, of course you do," she smiled at the young girl and started to tell her.

Flashback White

"thank you Burt," She said as she then left the study and started for the stairs, "right, it was two lefts," she mumbled to herself as she started to walk.

She went up the stairs and went left as soon as she reached the top. She passed by another set of stairs and carried on, waiting until she came to another crossroad and going left again, she opened the third door on the right and sighed happily, this was to be her bedroom for the night, and for now, as she needed and wanted a little nap.

End White Flashback

"I had a little nap, I only have about ten minutes but it helps me tremendously." she told the young girl.

"Right, thanks Mrs White." Leyna Smiled.

Sat, 22 Nov 2008 21:13:12 GMT

Nano Cluedo

Prologue

It was the second week of the Nano and already people were behind in their word count, that someone had decided to host a Nano Sleep Over. To try and help the word count, as they were having a word war with Manchester, who was almost 100,000 words in front of them. The Lemur had been the one to start the word war with Manchester after insulting their municipal leader Fossas, well they were bitter enemies.

Mr Burt Body, who owned a mansion not far from the center of Birmingham had invited them all to stay for a weekend, though some could not make it, like Lemur, he had work to do that weekend, so only a few would be going.

Leyna Woody, walked up the long and winding path that led to the mansion, the mansion stood upon the top of the hill, spooking her a little as it looked like a mansion from the many horror films she watched, all on her own, while her parents and older brother were out, not that it happened often for the just turned eighteen year old.

She pulled the bell and heard a scream come from inside the mansion, it put her on edge. The door opened and there stood a butler, he was dressed in black, a starch white shirt underneath the jacket and waistcoat.

"you are expected," he said as he let her in.

Leyna walked in and looked at the hall of the old mansion, it was bright and a large chandelier hung from the ceiling in the middle. "thank you," she said as she handed him her coat.

"this way," he said as he then led her to the study where the others had already arrived.

"Hey Leyna sweetie," Mrs Peacock said, a smile on her face, or should that be his. Mrs Pandora Peacock, was actually Patrick Peacock, he was a very camp cross dresser, but Leyna had to admit that the man looked good in the blue evening dress he was wearing.

"hello Pandora," Leyna greeted, she always greeted the man as Pandora, as he refused to answer to Patrick.

"Oh Leyna how is your word count?" Shaylee Scarlet asked the young girl, "Mine is terrible," she moaned, "you see I had a date, and then another, and I did nothing, oh I am so bad."

Leyna rolled her eyes and said with a fake smile, "don't worry Shaylee, you can still catch up."

"thanks, I can cant I, tee hee hee," she giggled, once again making Leyna roll her eyes at the annoying woman.

"oh hello Leyna dear," old Mrs Wendi White said as she looked through her thick glasses.

"Hello Mrs White," Leyna said respectfully, she had always been told to respect her elders, and this was one lady she would.

the Reverend Galen Green walked over to her and greeted her with a warm smile, "and how are today my child?"

"I am very well, thank you Reverend, and you?" she asked, smiling back up at him.

He chuckled and said, "I too am very well. Best get back to the word count, at least this little war is words only."

"I am happy about that as well, Reverend." Leyna agreed.

"I should have this licked, but my goals have all gone down," Col Macaria Mustard said, a bitter tone to her voice. She was a retired colonel from the army, though she was still young.

"don't worry, you'll still reach it, just do a little a day," Leyna encouraged, a little peeved as she was the youngest in the room, and should have been the one to be encouraged to do more and write. Macaria just nodded her head, not thinking to respond to her.

"Our its our illustrious host," Pandora said as she jumped up and glomped the man. "well dear Burt Body, where have you been hiding, we have waited for you to show your wonderful self." she gushed.

Leyna smiled as she watched Mr Body roll his eyes at the woman... man... whatever he... she wanted to be called.

"Patrick..." he started to say.

"Pandora, not Patrick." Pandora told him firmly.

Mr Body sighed, "Pandora, I am here now, so please shall we start a forty five minute session and then break for lunch, the cook is making us all something nice." he told everyone as he managed to shake the persistent Pandora off his arm.

"oh goody, I starving," Shaylee giggle as she looked up at the handsome Mr Body through goo goo eyes.

"Shaylee, shut the giggle girl, and buck up, time you grew up." Macaria snorted at the woman in annoyance.

"oh shut it Marcy, I do what I like, hee hee hee," the irritating woman giggled once again.

"please, some of us need the wonderful thing we call silence to write our novel," Professor Paul Plum said from where he was sat.

"Oh paul deary, silence is always nice, but that is never a posibility with the young ones around," Wendi White said a happy little grin on her face.

"yes pauly give us a smile and a hug," pandora said as she... he went over to the studious man and hugged him, letting the professors poor head be squihesed between the large fake boobs he was wearing.

"I do feel sorry for you professor," Macaria said with a suttle wink.

Paul Plum sighed in relef when Pandora let him go. "thank the gods for that." he muttered as other laughed.

"Only god, professor, not gods." Reverend Green correct the man.

The Professor looked at him and nodded, "please forgive me for my mistake reverend, i meant no disrespect."

"None taken as long as well all remember." Reverend Galen Green laughed.

Colonel Mustard laughed, "I agree with you reverend, now lets get started, we have a lot of things to catch up on, i have four thousand words that need writing and they wont do it by themselves."

Leyna sighed, it was going to be a very, very long weekend.

harry's Mr Right Challenge

Thu, 06 Sep 2007 02:49:05 GMT

Hello everyone

This one is going to be long and big. So be warned.

'The end of The Order of the Phoenix and all of Half Blood Prince and Deathly Hallow don't exist in this Challenge'

'Harry Potter is searching for Mr Right'

Right, you have to chose any ten of the parings below

Harry/Draco Malfoy
Harry/Lucius Malfoy
Harry/Severus Snape
Harry/Ron Weasley
Harry/Charlie Weasley
Harry/Bill Weasley
Harry/Remus Lupin
Harry/Sirius Black
Harry/Percy Weasley
Harry/Fred Weasley
Harry/George Weasley
Harry/Fred & George Weasley
Harry/Seamus Finnigan
Harry/Oliver Wood
Harry/Dean Thomas
Harry/Lee Jordan
Harry/Blaise Zambini (male)
Harry/Colin Creevey
Harry/Victor Krum
Harry/Neville Longbottom
Harry/Kingsley Shacklebolt

Once you have your parings you now have to chosen one of the following.

Easy - 6, 200 word drabbles for each paring
Medium - 4, 500 word drabbles for each paring
Hard - 3, 800 word drabbles for each paring
Adventurous - 10, 500 Word drabbles for each paring

And now the last bit, you have to now use one of the following words in each drabble, have to use a different word for each drabble with one paring, but you can use the same word over for a different
paring.

01- Struggle
02- Compatible
03- Prolong
04- United
05- Burns
06- Inclined
07- Exceeded
08- Unlike
09- Shock
10- Lab
11- Successfully
12- Probably
13- Disturb
14- Frustrating
15- Mate
16- Threat
17- Abandon
18- Ocean
19- Arrange
20- Smile
21- Reckless
22- Hinting
23- Neat
24- Rescue
25- Implies
26- Retire
27- Injures
28- Discover
29- Forgive
30- Pictures

The last paring you chose is Harry's Mr Right

Once all that is done, you only have one more thing to do and that
is to write it and have fun doing so.

All i ask is that you put in the summary that it is a response to
the Harry's Mr Right Challenge, and email me at duochanfan@hotmail.com to tell me you are doing it.

Other than that have fun!

Duochan

Hotch/Reid The Nomad Chapter Two

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 21:49:20 GMT

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Title: The Nomad

Author: Duochanfan

Beta: Stacey, thanks bab, for the help and the wonderful ideas you have helped add to this fic!!

Rating: Mature (to be on the safe side)

Warnings: Will be Slash, mention of rape, murder, (maybe a little more graphic later unsure at the moment.)

Spoilers: LDSK, The Fox and Natural Born Killer. The first three chapters deal with the after affects of each episode and then it’s onto the main part of my fic.
Parings: Hotch/Reid later on.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Criminal Minds, never will. I’m just playing with the wonderful characters for a while until I return them.
Summary: A new case becomes pain full for Spencer, as his past is dredge up. As this Unsub hit close to home once before. Will Aaron Hotchner be able to help his friend? Spoilers for LSDK, The Fox and Natural Born Killer.

A/N: Thanks to my sister who helped with the plot at the beginning, she had only watched two episodes lol, then again I’ve only watched nine of them. And one massive thank you to Stacey, for not only beta reading this but for also helping me close up the plot lines and giving me a few more ideas on how to make this fic better. *Huggles*

Chapter Two

One thought went around the team’s minds; eight rings. Two they already knew, but the other six were unknown until the team had gone through the journals that Carl Arnold had kept. It was disheartening to know that six other families had been murdered and the father most likely blamed for their deaths. Once the families had been identified, local law enforcement had sent someone around to the next of kin to inform them of the truth.

The team made their way back to the hotel they were staying at. They were to spend one last night before they flew back to Quantico. “Reid, may I talk with you in private for a moment?” Hotch asked as the team walked out of the elevator and onto their hotel floor. Spencer nodded to him and followed the older agent to his room.

“What do you need Hotch?” Spencer asked the dark haired man as he closed the door behind him once they entered the room.

“I want to talk to you about your interview with Eric Miller,” he said as he took off his coat and threw it onto the bed. He walked over to the two chairs that were by the window in the bedroom.

Spencer fidgeted as he stood just inside the room. Hotch motioned for the young man to sit down. “Okay,” he responded hesitantly as he took his own coat and let it join Hotch’s on the bed.

Hotch looked at the nervous young man sitting in the chair opposite him. “During the interview, your attitude and the way you talked to him changed. Not only that, but how did you know about the sexual abuse, only the physical abuse was recorded.”

Spencer looked away from Hotch’s piercing brown eyes. “He kept telling me to look him in the eyes. So…so I did, and I saw it in them, the pain…the abuse…it was there, I could see it because I knew. But the other…the sexual I could see so clear,” he answered softly, looking at his hands and doing his best to avoid Hotch’s gaze. “It may have only happened once to me, by a total stranger, and not someone I should be able to trust…but the…the look I see in my eyes when I look in the mirror is almost the same,” he finished, his voice getting lower as he spoke, and his once warm and welcoming brown eyes becoming haunted.

“Once?” he asked the young man hoping he would elaborate a little more but at the same time fearful of what he would reveal.

Spencer knew what Hotch wanted, and debated with himself as to whether or not to tell him. Could he trust him with the truth? The answer that came back was yes, he could. A moment later he spoke, his voice sounded soft and fragile. “A month before Michael was…murdered, I was going home alone. We had been to one of the under 21’s gay clubs in the area. Michael was always dragging me to them, telling me I needed to get out a little more. We had gone to his dorm room after a night out, and Michael fell asleep; he had been up most of the night before doing a paper. I didn’t want to wake him just so he could walk me half way home, though he would have walked me all the way home and stayed the night. He usually did,” Spencer told him softly, and a small smile graced his face as he remembered his first boyfriend. “I walked home alone…I had a paper to do, and I needed to have it done for the next day. I had been putting it off so I could spend some time with Michael. I…I was…almost half way home…someone grabbed me…from behind. He…he bound me with cord and…then…he…he…raped me. It hurt so much. I tried to get him off of me, to fight, but I couldn’t. I never saw his face, the only thing there was the smell of lavender, it was so overpowering. I hate that smell now, makes me physically sick when I smell it. I don’t know if he knocked me out or I lost consciousness, I can’t really remember. All I know is that I woke up in the hospital with Michael by my bed. They never found the guy for the month that I had left with Michael. He helped me come to terms with what had happened. I didn’t have anyone else that I trusted. It hurt so much when…when I went into his dorm and fou…found him laying there. He was so still, and I could see bruises and blood. There was a cord…rope…around his neck. He had been raped and strangled. He took care of me after what I went through, and I wasn’t there when he needed me,” he finished quietly, his hands clasped together in front of him, shaking a little. He trusted Hotch more than any other, apart from Michael. He’d had a few relationships since, but none of them could handle the way he was for too long.

Hotch looked at the slim young man in front of him, the brown eyes were tearful but none fell. He wanted to get up and embrace Spencer, wishing that he could take away the pain in Spencer’s eyes. He didn’t though, thinking that it would not be proper of him. Also a part of him, that he didn’t want to admit to, wanted to hold him and not let go. Hotch had only begun to admit a little of what he was beginning to feel for the young agent, and that was only trust so far, and a little more than friendship. The two had connected over the last couple of months, after spending time together, having dinner, and going to Spencer’s house to relax. They had developed a deep trust with each other.

“You found him,” Hotch stated quietly as he looked at his friend. ‘It was one thing to find the body of a stranger, but to find the body of a loved one; it must have been shocking for him.’

“Yeah… I will never… never be able to forget. That’s the curse of having a photographic memory, people think it’s a gift; it isn’t,” Spencer muttered.

Hotch brought his hands forward and clasped them around Spencer’s own. He hoped it would bring the young man a little comfort. “You alright?” he asked, concern lacing his voice as he slowly and subconsciously stroked the back of Spencer’s hand with his thumb.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just…I’ve never told anyone. I couldn’t talk to the people I knew back then. They were not my friends, they were all Michael’s, and I didn’t trust anyone enough to confide in them,” he admitted. “I’m…I’m a bit of a loner in case you hadn’t noticed,” he said giving a dry chuckle and a weak smile.

Hotch smiled a bit, “I’m glad you trust me enough to talk to me.”

Spencer looked at their clasped hands and smiled as he looked up. “I do Hotch. When people hear how many PhD’s I have or my IQ they immediately think that I know everything, the answers to not only their inane questions but also to their problems. I don’t think there are many that really see me; most see me as just a walking encyclopedia.”

“Michael was different?” Hotch inquired, smiling.

“Michael, yeah he was different. He never thought of me as a know-it-all. He enjoyed reading as much as I do. He treated me as one of the guys until he plucked up the courage and kissed me. His friends didn’t care and very rarely talked to me.” He smiled as his voice became soft as he remembered the past.

“He sounds really understanding,” Hotch said as he gave the hand that was still within his own a comforting squeeze.

“He was, but so are you. You are understanding of the way I am, and unlike others, you don’t make the assumption that I know everything. I have been able to trust you like I wouldn’t with others. We have talked about things that bother us with the cases we have, and come to understand one another,” Spencer affirmed as Hotch released his hand. Spencer immediately missed the warmth and comfort it gave him.

Hotch sighed softly, “Yeah.”

Spencer looked at Hotch. He was once again messing around with his wedding ring. “May I ask a question?” Hotch nodded his head indicating that he could. “Is there something wrong with you and Mrs. Hotchner? You…you keep fiddling with your ring and earlier you took it off. You have been doing that more and more over the last couple of months.”

Hotch gave a small chuckle as he looked up at Spencer. “I don’t think anyone else has noticed that,” he confessed as he relaxed back into his chair.

Spencer frowned; surly someone else noticed Hotch’s mannerisms, “So is there something wrong?” he questioned again softly.

Hotch gave a little sigh, “Haley. When she became pregnant, she became demanding, but it has gotten to a point where it is almost intolerable. Everything I do is wrong. When I am at home, she wants me out of the way, when I’m anywhere but home she wants me there. I can’t do anything right lately,” he admitted to his friend.

“She is driving you away, Hotch,” Spencer told him quietly.

He needed to think on Spencer’s words a little, so he went for the tried and tested distraction to give him a little time. “Aaron, when it’s just us, call me Aaron,” he said with a smile.

“Call me Spencer. JJ annoys me a little when she calls me Spence; Michael always called me that, he never once called me Spencer, no one else called me Spence, not even my parents,” he chuckled lightly, but there was a sad note within his voice.

“You are right though, she is driving me away, Spencer. I just don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve tried going with how she is, when she was pregnant, but now that she has had Jack, she is still the same.” Aaron sighed as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. “If it carries on, I know I’ll end up leaving her and I don’t want to do that to my little boy,” he added, his voice full of repressed hurt. He opened his eyes to look at the white ceiling, the monotony of it broken with swirls of plaster.

Spencer quirked his head to one side as he thought about his friend’s problem and tried to come up with a solution. “There is not much I can tell you that you don’t already know Hot…Aaron,” he said, stumbling a little over the unfamiliarity of using his boss’s name. It seamed a little personal for him to use Hotch’s first name.

“It’s just nice to talk to someone who isn’t going to bite my head off after I utter a single syllable,” Aaron joked, though Spencer could hear a note of truth in his voice.

“I don’t bite, I just listen. So if you need an ear, just ask and I’ll be there,” Spencer reminded him with a small smile. Aaron had done the same for him over the last couple of months, especially as he came to terms with having had to kill Dowd.

“Thank you,” Aaron smiled, “do you want to get something to eat, just the two of us. It’s only ten, so there should still be places open.”

Spencer returned the smile. “Yeah that would be nice,” he agreed as they stood up.

“You didn’t eat much when we had dinner with the team earlier, and neither did I, so we could both do with a decent meal before we head to bed,” he said as he went over to the bed and grabbed his coat and handed Spencer his.

“This case was hard, those kids, they… they’ll never have the chance to grow up and have a future,” he confessed, taking his coat from the other agent and putting it on.

Aaron smiled sadly, “yeah they always are, that will never change. Cases with children, or those younger than you, will be the hardest, as they are the most innocent and in need of protecting.”

Spencer nodded his head. He had to admit that he found Aaron’s statement to be true for him. “They all do,” he whispered to himself.

Aaron looked at him; he had heard the quiet words and agreed with him. “Well, let’s go find a place. What should we have, Italian, Chinese, Mexican or whatever we find?” he asked as he went over to the door and opened it.

“Thanks,” he said as he walked through the door. “I’m in the mood for some pasta, so Italian. We should ask a receptionist see if they know a place.”

“Okay.” Aaron closed and locked the door behind them and they walked to the elevator.

Well I hope you have enjoyed this chapter the third one is halfway through at the moment. Thanks for reading and thanks to those who reviewed me. Oh and sorry it took so long to update, been a little busy with real life.

Criminal Minds Slash Fic - The Nomad

Sun, 25 Feb 2007 04:22:31 GMT

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Title: The Nomad

Author: Duochanfan

Beta: Stacey, thanks bab, for the help and the wonderful ideas you have helped add to this fic!!

Rating: Mature (to be on the safe side)

Warnings: Will be Slash, mention of rape, murder, (maybe a little more graphic later unsure at the moment.)

Spoilers: LDSK, The Fox and Natural Born Killer. The first three chapters deal with the after affects of each episode and then it’s onto the main part of my fic.
Parings: Hotch/Reid later on.

'Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: What! You too? I thought I was the only one.’ C.S Lewis

Chapter One

Spencer sighed as he walked with Hotch towards his car, the latest case still fresh in his mind. The young genius knew that the dark haired man still felt guilty about what he’d had to do in the hospital in Maryland. Spencer had already told him that he was alright, and that he only had a few bruises. Though that was a lie; he had a mild concussion from when Dowd had hit him with the rifle, and a few bruised ribs from Hotch. He was supposed to tell Gideon and Hotch about them, but he knew that if he told Gideon, then the older agent would have told Hotch, and Spencer didn’t want the other agent to feel any worse than he already did.

He got in the car after Hotch unlocked it and had to suppress a wince as he jostled his ribs, sending a few shooting pains through his chest. Hotch started up the car and drove out of the parking lot. Spencer could see that Hotch was sending small glances his way, he could see the worry and the guilt in Hotch’s warm brown eyes.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright on your own?” Hotch asked as he shot the young man another worried look. Stealing glimpses over to the passenger seat, Hotch kept seeing evidence of his guilt as he stared at the increasing discoloration of bruises on Reid’s face.

Spencer smiled and turned to face his colleague and friend. “Yes Hotch. I’m fine. You don’t have to worry,” he sighed as he tried to reassure the older man.

The rest of the journey was filled with silence, as neither man knew what to really say to the other. Spencer didn’t think that Hotch fully believed the words he had been saying since he had stepped onto the plane. The doctors had explained that someone should be with him for the next forty-eight hours to make sure that there was no lasting damage from the blow to the head. Although, he had never been one to follow doctor’s orders.

Hotch and the others had watched over Spencer for the last few hours and all noted that he hadn’t slept on the plane flying back to Quantico. The team was worried about how things were going to affect their resident genius. Gideon had been his usual paternal self and had taken to sitting with Spencer on the way home. Hotch often wondered if anyone was going to be brave enough and call the unofficial ‘Dad’ of the team…well, dad.

Hotch pulled the car up to the front of the small two bed roomed house that Spencer called home. “Are you sure you’re going to be alright on your own?” Hotch asked once again. He had the feeling that Spencer shouldn’t be alone tonight. Gideon had told him that Spencer was still feeling numb about the events that had happened less than twenty-four hours before.

Spencer let out a little chuckle and answered. “Yes I’ll be fine. I’m going to shower and go to bed. Nothing more.” He undid his seat belt and opened the door, picking his messenger bag up off the floor. He stepped out of the car and stood up. He had to grip onto the roof and the open door to keep himself upright as he was hit with a sudden dizzy spell.

“Reid!” Hotch called as he saw the young man begin to buckle. He quickly got out of the car, racing to Spencer’s side as he finished the fall to the pavement. “Reid?” he said again softly, hesitantly as he reached the young agent. Spencer had his eyes closed and his breathing was shallow, and he had his arms crossed over his chest as though they pained him.

“Sorry.” The young man said as his finally got his breathing back to normal.

“Will you tell me now?” Hotch requested gently as he placed a comforting hand on Spencer’s shoulder.

With a sheepish look he nodded and told him. “I have a mild concussion from Dowd and a few bruised ribs.” There was no need for Spencer to say where he got the latter from.

A shot of guilt passed through Hotch’s eyes. “I’m going to stay with you tonight, you shouldn’t be alone especially with a concussion.” He said as he helped the still slightly unsteady Spencer off the ground.

Hotch quickly locked his car and walked with Spencer into the small house. “Thanks but you don’t have to,” Spencer tried to argue as they walked through the door and went into the living room. Spencer was leaning against Hotch a little, he still felt slightly of center.

“I’m not leaving you alone. So go and get ready for bed, I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m just going to call Haley and let her know where I am.” Spencer sighed in resignation and went up the stairs so he could do as Hotch had told him, deep down he knew it was for the best.

Hotch watched him go as he took out his cell phone, flipped it open and pressed the speed dial button for home. It rang a few times before it was picked up. //“Hello?” came a sleepy soft-spoken voice that Hotch recognized as Haley’s.//

“Hello Haley.” He smiled.

//“Aaron?” she questioned. “When are you coming home?”//

“Sorry, but I won’t be able to come home tonight. Reid has a concussion, so I am staying with him.” Hotch apologized, he knew he should be home but what about Spencer, he would be by himself and if there was something more serious wrong then there would be no one to help him.

//“Aaron, I want you home, surly there is someone else that can watch over him,” annoyance lacing her voice.//

“No one else knows. I was taking him home when I found out. You know someone with a concussion should not be left alone,” he tried to reason with her. Ever since Haley had become pregnant she had become increasingly unreasonable. Every time he had to go away on a case she argued with him that he should be at home. And although a part of him said that she was right, another part was saying he was needed elsewhere, and that she at least had a loving sister that was taking care of her when he was away.

//”Aaron I want you home!” She practically yelled into the phone.//

“Haley I don’t want to argue with you, I’m staying here for the night. Your sister is there with you in case something happens. Reid needs someone too; he has no family to rely on like you, and it seems that his only friends are his colleagues.” He could hear the water running upstairs in the bathroom and knew that Spencer would not be long in coming back down.

//”You’re a bastard Aaron, I’m your God-damn wife, and yet it is always the fucking BAU that gets the attention. Do what you want, you always do!”// The next thing Hotch heard was the slamming of the phone and then a dial tone.

Hotch closed his eyes tiredly and sighed deeply. Sometimes he wished he had never married. He could see why marriages often broke down. Working with the FBI was not only tiring physically and emotionally, but also time consuming, taking agents away from their homes as well as their families. He now understood why most agents had a tendency to hook up with one another after a while, as only they could see how important their work was, and why it took priority most of the time.

Hotch heard the water shut off upstairs and sat down on the couch to wait for Reid. It was a midnight blue. It stood out with the mahogany furniture against the white walls of the living room. The room seemed conservative. There were a few mementoes of the trips they had taken over the last three years to different parts of the country. They were all cluttered on a small end table out of the way; one had to look to see them. There were two bookcases filled overloaded with books. There was also a book out on an end table next to a large and over stuffed armchair.

There were very few pictures hanging on the walls around the room, he noted, telling him that Spencer had very few memories that were worth recording in such a way. There was one of the team taken a few months ago at the Christmas party, everyone had fun that night, and Morgan had even managed to get Reid a little drunk that night. In the picture Reid was a little flushed and leaning on Morgan, the whole team was smiling and having a good time. It was a really fun night. There were a couple of pictures of a young boy with a sickly looking woman, both were smiling though Hotch could see a little pain within both sets of eyes. He guessed that the young boy in the pictures was Reid, though looking a little older in each picture. The woman must be his mother, she became more pale and withdrawn in each picture as her son aged. It was the last picture that surprised him. It was Spencer at around eighteen. There was another young man in the picture. The two looked comfortable with each other, and had their arms around each other’s waists. In the picture Spencer was smiling and looked more relaxed than Hotch had ever seen him, well except for the time at the Christmas party.

Hotch heard dulled footsteps come down the stairs. “I have a spare room that you can sleep in. The bed is made and everything,” Spencer said. He was now dressed in old sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Thank you.” Hotch smiled as he watched Spencer sit down in the comfy looking armchair. Hotch was beginning to relax and let his emotionless mask fall slightly. He only kept it up at work, as it was easier to deal with the things he saw that way. “Who’s the young man with you in the picture?” he probed, more than a little curious, as he had never seen Spencer that relaxed before.

Spencer smiled sadly, “He was my first boyfriend, Michael. I was 18 and was just finishing the last year of my second PhD. He was 19. He always found me no matter where I was. He dragged me out and made me socialize. He became a friend first and then a little while later things went deeper and we started dating.”

Hotch looked at the sad smile that his friend was wearing and asked softly, “What happened?”

“Two months and twenty-seven days after that picture was taken he… he was murdered.” Spencer uttered, his eyes taking a far off look as though remembering something other than the murder.

Hotch was quiet as he took in what Spencer was saying. He saw the look in the other’s eyes and wondered about it. He didn’t think he should pry into that far away look just yet. Whatever Spencer was remembering it still hurt him, though he hid it well. “What about the killer?” he asked a few minutes later.

Spencer looked at him and noticed that the older man was a little more relaxed than when he was at work. That was one of the reasons he was confiding in his friend. “They never caught him. There were another three killings, exactly the same after him in the area,” he replied softly, his eyes still haunted with memories of the past.

“Never caught,” Hotch said quietly to himself. The two were silent for a few moments, while Hotch let what he had just heard sink in a little. “I think we should get some sleep,” he said as he picked up his overnight bag and stood up.

“Yeah, good idea,” the young man said quietly as he too got up. The two walked up the stairs and Spencer showed Hotch the spare room and the bathroom. They said goodnight to each other and Hotch went into the bathroom to have a quick shower before going to bed.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

Hotch had trouble sleeping. He had kept an ear out for the young genius, but had only heard him shift around in bed. He felt guilty for not only the physical pain that Spencer was in but also the emotional pain as well, especially having brought up the past. Hotch was thinking of what Spencer had told him just before they had gone to their separate rooms. He didn’t care about the fact that Spencer was gay; he himself was bi. No, what kept him awake was thinking about Spencer’s first boyfriend. He was murdered, the first of what he supposed was a serial killer. Hotch rolled over hoping that sleep would finally come. It had been a long twenty-four hours.

Sleep was beginning to clam him when he heard a muffled cry. Hotch got out of bed and went to Spencer’s room. He opened the door and caught sight of the young genius sitting up in bed, knees drawn up, so that Hotch couldn’t see his face.

“Reid” he said softly, hoping he wouldn’t startle his friend, and walked further into the room, taking a cautious seat on the bed.

“It just hit me… I killed someone… I …” Spencer whispered as he trailed off.

Hotch put a comforting hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Reid can you tell me what would have happened if you hadn’t made that shot?” he asked softly as Spencer lifted his head a little and looked at the older man with teary eyes.

Spencer was quiet for a moment as he thought about Hotch’s question, “Dowd would have killed the hostages and us,” he answered slowly.

“He would have, with no hesitation. So yes, you killed him, but in doing so, you saved a lot of innocent lives, as well as our own. Don’t feel guilty for saving those people,” Hotch told him sincerely, not really sure what he should be saying to the young man.

Spencer gave a small smile, “I know but I still took a life.” His voice was small as he spoke.

Hotch pulled the young man into a hug. “You will always feel like that after taking a life. That little stab of guilt that hits you when you take what is a precious gift. But you have to put this in perspective, by killing Dowd you saved the lives of everyone in that emergency room as well as future victims. When you stop feeling that pang of guilt that is when you should truly worry. But don’t feel so guilty about it, you had no choice,” Hotch said as he held the young man, and kept quiet for a while hoping that his words would help Spencer just a little bit. “Feeling any better?” he asked after half an hour.

“Yes, thanks. What you said helped,” Spencer answered honestly.

“Lie down and try and get a little more sleep. Okay Reid,” Hotch said as he let go of his friend.

“Thank you. For staying,” Spencer said softly as he lied down in his bed. “Goodnight.”

Hotch smiled as he stood up. “Goodnight Reid,” he said as he left the room and went back to his own, hoping to finally get some sleep.

A/N: I hope you have all enjoyed my first foray into the Criminal Minds fandom. Please leave a comment and tell me what you all think.

Duochan

Our Love 0.5

Tue, 12 Dec 2006 18:39:05 GMT

I'm just testing our the lj cut thing using this one. just to make sure it works.

Title: Our Love 0.5
Author: Duochanfan
Rating: PG-13
Archived: Fanfiction.net and yahoo group.
Paring: Severus/OC called Tony
Sumary: How Severus and Tony met.
Disclamier: I don't own Harry Potter and am not making any money off of this fic.

A/N: Someone reviewed one of these fics and asked where tony came from, well this si the answer.

Enjoy!

Our Love 0.5

Severus Snape walked down Diagon Alley, he needed some lacewings for his latest potion he was trying to make, he had run out the day before after a failed attempt. It was a version of a healing potion that will always be affective, as the current one became less effective after so many uses. Poppy mentioned needed something to help Potter. It turned out that the young 13-year-old boy was always coming in for one reason or another during the school year.

As he was walking towards the apocrothery he noticed a new store. He saw the ingredients in the window, the ones that still needed sunlight after they were picked. It intrigued him, as most apothecaries did not do that, as most didn’t even know they should keep some of the more sensitive plants in sunlight after being picked. He walked over and went inside.

He looked around curious to see if the potion ingredients were stored the right way. He soon noticed that they were and that most of them were fresh. He walked over to the counter. Someone bumped into him as they came away from the counter after being served.

“Oh I am sorry sir, I was not paying attention.” Said a smiling man. He had dark blond hair and warm brown eyes. He had a fait blush on his cheeks. “Good bye sir.” He said as he went to carry on out of the store.

“Do not worry and good bye to you as well Mister…” Severus said hoping for him to be given a name.

“Oh sorry my name is Tony Abre, a pleasure to meet you” he said holding out his hand.

Severus took the hand and shook it firmly and gently. “Pleasure is mine, my name is Severus Snape.” He said giving the man a small smile.

“You invented the Wolfbane potion, my, it is a pleasure.” Tong said as his eyes went a little wide and looked at the man in awe.

“Someone I know was affected by the curse and I almost got bitten by one, I wanted to make sure that no one would go though that, so I made the potion so they could keep their minds during the transformation.” Severus told the younger man.

“Good for you, you have helped a lot of people with that potion. I am sorry, I would love to stay and chat to you but I must be going I have a few things to take care of, my niece for one. She is staying with me for the summer she is only seven. A little terror but I have just brought her a little potions kit so she can try some things out. She loves potions says she can not wait to go to Hogwarts so she can learn more.” He said smiling at the dark eyed man who was slightly taller than him.

“I hope we meet again Mr Abre.” He says as he nods his head.

“Oh please call me Tony, Mr Snape.” He says as he gives a small blush that Severus could just about see.

“Only if you call me Severus.” Severus smiles.

Tony nodded his head and said, “Of course Severus, I hope we meet again.” He repeats as he turns and leaves the shop.

“As do I Tony, as do I.” Severus says softly as he goes back to doing what he came in the shop to do.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

It had been several months since Tony and Severus had met and they had, had dinner a few times during that time. The two had just clicked and had talked about potions a lot of the time, though they did talk about other things. Severus finally got up the courage to ask the younger man out. He had planed a nice dinner for them both at his cottage; the cottage was near Cornwall and was surrounded by farmland and a wood on one side.

Severus heard a knock at the door and ran over to open it. He stopped and tided himself up a little more and then opened the door and smiled. “Hello Tony.” He greeted.

“Hello Severus, I brought some wine with me, Guigal Cote-Rotie from the Rhone region of France.” He said as he showed the bottle to Severus.

“It will go well with the Chicken I have cooking for us.” He smiled as he took the bottle from the young man.

An hour later the two had finished their meal and was quiet drinking the wine Tony had brought with him. “That was lovely, thank you Severus.” He said with smile taking a small sip of the wine.

Severus smiled back and said softly, “Your welcome. I had another motive I was wondering if you would like to be more than just friends?”

Tony was shocked at what he had said, he didn’t think that Severus was that way. “I think that would be nice.” He answered as he got over the slight shock he felt.

“I have some tickets to the theatre in Muggle London, would you like to join me?” Severus asked him.

“It’s a date then.” He smiled his answer at Severus.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

They loved each other very much, but neither had the courage to ask the other to bond with them, but they were content, even though a lot of people didn’t know the two were in a relationship. They still had their argument, what couple doesn’t.

The end, for now.