You know those days where you get into a mood and decide to drive until you end up somewhere interesting? No? Is that only me? Anyway, I'm working on navigating my way home today, but I did not bring my computer. I should (should!) Be home by tonight!

Sorry for the unexpected disappearing act!

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Current Mood: amused

NASA found water on the moon. While this is a very interesting discovery, I'm not sure that spending $79 million to purposely crash a ship into the moon was feasible. We'll have to see what comes of it, I suppose.

What have you forgotten?

Sitting in separate vehicles, they watch her walk back through the grass, watch her stand there and unload the clip from her service weapon as if to ask why she ever had to make such a choice.

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Muse: Stark Patrick
Fandom: The X-Files (OC)
Words: 425

Current Mood: lonely

What have you forgotten?

Tosh is fairly sure that she's forgotten how to live a normal life.

Of course, there's a part of her that likes to tease and say that her life was never that normal to begin with. Not with being so buried in bits and bobs and devices, not with being so close to her parents, not with being so tongue-tied when it came to the opposite sex. There's a part of her that's pretty sure she would be abnormal even if she had never heard the word 'Torchwood.'

But she knows, now. Knows she will never be normal. Even if she were to quit (a thought that has surprisingly never really crossed her mind), even if she were to accept the retcon and forget all of her years and all of them (a thought that scares the hell out of her), it's just been too long away. She might not remember the aliens and the Rift and all of that, but would she remember her boring normal job? Would she remember how to talk about nothing?

Would she be happy working behind a desk or in a cubicle all day? Blissfully unaware to the whole other world that's out there?

She knows that she wouldn't really. There would always be that feeling of doubt and wrongness in the pit of her stomach, even if she would never know why. Tosh has forgotten how to live a normal life. Both by necessity and by choice. By necessity, because it will never be something she can attain. But by choice, because it stopped interesting her a long time ago. Maybe it never did at all.

Muse: Toshiko Sato
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 274
Verse: Canon/Any

Current Mood: thoughtful

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Current Mood: excited

Wobble wobble.

I wrote this meme a couple years ago, and I'm falling back on it again this year. Hopefully by putting it up early it will get my ass motivated to finish them in a timely manner cause wow did I fail last year, and kick my ass into finishing Nano since I want to be done with it before starting these. Holy run on sentence, Batman. I'm going to write ficlets for Christmas. Consider it a gift from me to you. I'm not going to put this in each of my journals. Ya'll know who I write so make your requests all on this post. Fill out the information below. I will grant one or more of your requests depending on time and inspiration. If you want to borrow the meme go right ahead.

Give me up to five requests with the following information:

1. My Muse/Your Muse
2. A song, quote, one word prompt, letter prompt (if letter prompt make sure you say so) or brief description of what you'd like to see them do
3. Fluffy, Angsty, Comedy or writer's choice?
4. Rating request?
5. What timeline or universe is this set in or do you want me to choose?


Pick from any of my muses (past or present) and any of your muses. Make five requests of the same pairings or mix it up. I'll pick and choose and have something written before the end of the year. I just ask that you use only one of your journals to make the requests. Comments are screened.

I believe this concludes me spamming the friends lists until Nano is over.

For the Song Meme, requested by isalsogreat; Help

( Alex and Lorna are off-again. )

And, even though the Doctor doesn't celebrate the American Thanksgiving...

Current Mood: The sick that won't go away

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1. Put your mp3 player on shuffle and take the first 25 songs it gives you.
2. Link to the lyrics.
3. Let your friends assign you a song and character(s) to write a drabble to.

If you want me to upload any of the songs, let me know.

( Songs behind the cut )
Muses:
Harry Osborn
Angel(us)
Harry Potter
Jillian Sawyer
Rachel Dawes
Lana Lang
John Allerdyce
Oliver Queen
Lucas Luthor
Damon Salvatore
Dean Winchester
Audrey Phillips
Shilo Wallace
Jennifer Check
Natalie Spencer-Luthor

If you know anyone else I play and want to request them, go for it. You can request as many drabbles as you want, but please keep in mind that I make no guarantees when these will be written. I've crossed the 50k mark of Nano, but I'm only a little over halfway done with the story. If you have a preference for "canon" or "au" please make it, but if I can't make it work in canon, I reserve the right to go au.

Please comment with for each request:
Song:
Character:
Preferred pairing or other characters to include?:

"Don't let go of your sister's hand." Harry sounds a little stressed as he repeats the instruction to Evan for what Evan will swear is the one millionth time. He makes a face at his father as he looks down at his sister's hand.

"I tried holding it, but she wants to hold bunny instead. Bunny's gross, and her hand is sticky."

"NO." Adhra screams in Evan's face. She might be smaller, but she's louder by far. As if perhaps he or their father missed it, she takes a step closer to Evan and turns it up a notch. "NO." Bunny is shook in Harry's general direction. He tries to force a smile. Tries not to give into the headache that is creeping up the back of his skull.

"Fine. Hold my hand. I'll hold your sister." With that, he scoops Adhra up, so that she is resting on his right hip. Harry offers his left hand to Evan who hesitates for a second. "Evan, take my hand, we need to get into the store and get what Kara wants for the baby. Then we can go to the park."

"I'm too old to take your hand. I can walk beside you."

Adhra says what Harry is thinking. "NO." Unfortunately she says it by screaming in his right ear. That headache is now attacking the back of his head like a jackhammer to cement.

"Evan, take my damn hand so we can get whatever it is we're here for, and get out." Harry's snappy by now. If Kara were here, she'd point out that the Little Miss clearly gets her temper from her father. Yes, clearly.

Evan hesitates for a moment more, and Harry can feel his temper itching to get the better of him. It doesn't help that Bunny has fallen, and she's kicking at him like he's not noticed Bunny is on the ground. He feels like a horse being nudged into galloping with those sharp little kicks to the ribs. "Evan, get your sister's toy."

"Daddy, it's really gross."

"EVAN MICHAEL." Evan's eyes get a little big, but he quickly grabs the toy off the ground and shoves it at his sister. Adhra looks triumphant. Big brother got middle named. It's a good day out. Evan looks offended. How could Daddy take her side? Harry just looks exhausted. Life with a newborn and two other kids, and a hormonal wife, and let's not forget the adventures with the elephant in the house, are taking their toll on him. Maybe it was the light in the bathroom this morning, but he could have sworn he spotted a grey hair.

A grey hair. He's twenty-five years old. This is fucking ridiculous.

His son's hand reaches for his own, and they walk toward the store a full twenty minutes after they had parked the car in the parking lot. It's right when they're walking through the doors that Evan asks, "What did Kara want us to get?"

Harry opens his mouth to say that he'd already told Evan this three times so please stop asking repetitive questions when it hits him. He hasn't a clue what they are here to get either. "I'll call and ask her."

"You forget stuff a lot, Daddy. Grandpa Angel says you should have that checked out."

"Grandpa Angel is like five hundred years old and bitter that he doesn't get to sparkle like a disco ball like those Cullen vamps, so let's not talk about Grandpa Angel."

Always the voice of reason, Adhra cuts them both off with one word, "NO."

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Tony doesn't see it as being forgetful. Not really. Minds like his are not made to be forgetful; he just has a sort of selective memory. There are other things that he has to do, or think about, or manage. Sometimes he just prioritizes, and the things that he has to do at a certain moment may just be stored in some other part of his brain to be done later. Later than he's supposed to be scheduled for.
 
There have been meetings that he has "forgotten." Conference calls, emails to answer, people to meet. There have been post-its that have been left behind on desks, or work stations, or still stuck on the borders of computer monitors where he should see them, but he doesn't. Or he does, but he doesn't pay the attention that he should. There's always a project, some new thing he's building, a new aspect of the hot rod that he's fixing up. There are sometimes other type of "meetings," with one or more beautiful women, and well what is he supposed to do? It would be bad manners to simply leave them hanging. Tony Stark hates leaving something unfinished, after all.
 
It's Pepper the one that realizes and has to deal with what he forgets. She's the deal that has to deal with the aftermath, and trying to get him to do whatever it is he forgot to do. But now, even if there aren't just meetings or conference calls, there are missions that he has to fly out to, and people that he has to save.
 
The women, and sometimes the men depending on his mood... Well, those are always going to be a distraction.
 
But he doesn't see it as being forgetful. He just had something else that he had to do, whether he remembered about it or not.
 
 
Tony Stark
Iron Man
307

Song drabble for rude_not_ginger; Beautiful Disaster.

"What?"

"What?"

'What?"

"What?"

"Stop!"

Lorna stops. And giggles. The sound of it infects the Doctor and he finds himself giggling along.

"What?" says Lorna, again, between laughter and catching her breath.

"No, it's not that -- it's that -- you look -- and you're like -- you make me think of someone." She looks like Rose and talks like him, like Donna when --

His eyes frown. "Someone I ...travelled with." Never someone I loved. Not someone I lost. Or couldn't save. Couldn't keep. Travelled with. Though it was always them travelling with him. No, it is right the way he said it.

Lorna cocks her head. "Someone you don't want to think of?"

"No. I mean yes! I mean no! I don't -- not -- want to think of her." Her. Them. You. "That's so many negatives. Your language."

"My language?"

He nods, distracted, distracting. "Yes. Or no. Or yes. Whatever you like."

"What?"

"Precisely."

She giggles again. When she giggles she looks even more like Rose. But the sound of it is uniquely Lorna. "I do enjoy you, Doctor. You make me think of someone, too."

The Doctor cocks his head. "Someone you don't want to think of?"

As she considers, she holds her breath; a stillness surrounds them. "In a way. But then I prefer to remember. Even the disasters."

He would nod but even so small a movement would break the moment. "I understand."

"I know."

The topic for the week of 13 - 19 November 2009 is:

What have you forgotten?

1. Put current season TV spoilers behind a cut.
2. Your post must be a minimum of 150 words to count towards your community membership.
3. Put posts longer than 450 words behind a cut.
4. Put the topic number and/or text in the subject header of your post.
5. Sign your post with your muse's full name and fandom.

Reminder: To remain current, you must have answered at least one of Topics #306, 307, 308, 309 by November 19.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

Chloe giggled softly at the question, as she snuggled against the man she was sharing a bed with. She was tired, completely and utterly sated, but it was all so worth it. She'd finally made love to the man who had oh-so-suddenly stolen her heart, and it was everything she'd dreamed it would be.

It was a silly question for him to ask, really. Her current state of comfort should have been more than an indication of how she felt. She was happy, blissfully so, even if it was fleeting, and it could all end tomorrow. It was just the way things in his world were.

She tried not to think about it, and grew quiet for a long moment, pretending to ponder his question.

Finally, she tilted her head back, and looked right up into those big dark eyes with the sweetest smile she could produce. It was genuine, one of her most genuine in months.

"Sam... it was so amazing, I saw fireworks."

He chuckled in response to that, and lowered his head a bit to brush a kiss over her forehead.

She let her eyes drift shut, sighing contentedly, and knew she'd be seeing fireworks for a long time to come.


Chloe Sullivan
Misc. TV (Smallville)
[Oh yay a crossover! The Sam mentioned here is, in fact, Sam Winchester of Supernatural, but this is in no way binding to any existing Sam muse out there. Just something random that came out of my head after watching too many episodes of Supernatural this week.
Please direct comments here.]