A door to my mind

And today...

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:03:26 GMT

20:08 twitpic.com/p0pks - the new hair :) #
21:11 <cranky old lady>Everything hurts today!</cranky old lady> #
22:31 twitpic.com/p1980 My city, the trees where really pretty today. #
23:02 No brain, back away from the hot threesome and write what you should. Only half an hour to do it! #
23:27 OK, work over and #mini-nano wordcount met. Now to catch the buss and get home and edit my BB. #
00:27 Have munched down sandwich and soo
n also coffee - going to trim the dog before going back to writing :) #
01:29 Dog now looks like an emo-kid who did his own hair. i'm just waiting for him to get into my eyeliner... #
01:31 Now I need to finish my writing related things for the day... #
02:29 bit.ly/3hkIxv Part 10 of Don't Stop. 506 words. #
04:27 Editing of Big Bang finally finished. Tomorrow is posting day *fears* #
04:28 Now I need sleep though - tomorrow really is a busy day. Night folks! #

11:35 I hurt in interesting new places today - not as bad as yesterday though... #</li>

15:07 Almost ready to post Leverage Big bang - just waiting for a link from one of my artists :) #

16:21 Going to pack up A.L.V.A now so I'm ready when my ride arrives - Will have to to kill at airport though so back then :) #

17:41 Come on! I know I'm early but just take my bag already! #airportannoyance #

17:46 Hah! Free Airport WiFi and a place to sit - I am all good now :) #

17:59 My Leverage Big Bang is posted! bit.ly/45kHCq Please let
me know if any links are broken! *bites nails nervously* #

18:18 Second try at turning my bag in and finding some coffee... #

18:36 I have left my bag, passed security (they let me through, suckers) and found coffee - all is well :) #

19:16 twitpic.com/p4ogs Wings :) *bored while boarding* #

19:22 Finally! See you all in an hour - going dark! #

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The Wild - Chapter Four

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 13:12:02 GMT

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Chapter Four
It took them nearly a year to finally find the organization behind the genetic experiments, they used every contact, every skill and every trick they knew to locate them and when they did they spent even more time finding a way in. A bit of luck and some skillful manipulation of timetables then brought them to this point.

Milton Forrester, C.E.O of Darc Genetics, stepped into his office expecting to meet a very wealthy potential client, instead he faced an unlikely trio of people. He thought he probably should recognize them but it wasn't until the dark haired man spoke that it hit him. Nate Ford, which would mean his companions were... Milton Forrester was suddenly a very frightened man.

"Did you really think you would get away with it? Taking people off the street like that and doing those atrocious things to them?" Nate's voice was calm but the tension in his body was clearly evident to anyone who knew him.

Milton drew himself up to his full height. Recovering some bravado from somewhere he answered. "They were criminals! No one would miss them. I was doing society a favor!" A low growl from behind him made him flinch.

"You!" He spun around to not have his back against his obviously very angry former test subject. The look in Eliot's eye made him shiver and he wanted to run but fear kept him rooted to the spot as he fumbled for his phone.

"Don't bother. It's not gonna work." Eliot could smell the man's panic rising even more.

"I'm a very important man, you can't just come in here and kill me!"

"Oh we're not going to kill you. That would be way to easy..." It was Sophie speaking now, she got up from her seat and walked up to Milton Forrester, soon to be former C.E.O of Darc Pharmaceuticals. "No, we are going to take everything that means something to you away from you. Because we believe that what goes around comes around. If you take something from us, we take something from you."

"And if you take something as important as this, we take something equally important." Nate came up on the other side of the man. "Now, we are going to walk out of here, all of us, but there is someone you should meet first."

Milton Forrester took a step backwards when a light blur dropped down right in front of him. Parker stood up and looked him in the eye. "You locked me in a room. I don't like being locked in a room... I wanted to come in here and kill you, and I would have gotten away with it too, but they wouldn't let me." She stared him right in the eye, her slitted pupils a mere stripe in the blue of her irises in the brightness of the room. "Then they told me what they were going to do and I like that even more..." Her smile was like a slash of a knife and he shivered.

"All done, Nate." Hardison said from behind the desk.

"Time to leave. And time to forget anything you ever thought you knew."

Later that afternoon a man was picked up in a shady hotel room in the other end of town. He was confused and kept rambling about criminals and how he was being set up. He didn't have any identification on him but when his prints were put into the system it lit up like a Christmas tree. Before the week was over the man had been shipped to Thailand to face justice for his crimes against their government. He kept screaming about how he was being punished until he was sedated for the trip. Ironically the sedative used was manufactured by Darc Pharmaceuticals, a company which a week later was exposed to have been involved in highly illegal experiments and their stock plummeted at record speeds. The blame was put on the missing C.E.O Milton Forrester in whose office had been found documents detailing the secret genetic research. As the news went public several people stepped forward and told stories about how they'd volunteered to being test-subjects and how Darc Pharmaceuticals had threatened them when the side-effects of the experiments turned towards the nasty side.

Eliot tossed another popcorn into his mouth from the bowl balanced on Sophie's stomach. He had her legs in his lap and her head was in Nate's. "This just keeps getting better and better... How did you get those people to come forward?" He indicated the TV.

"Actually we did nothing, they decided that on their own."

"People want to tell the truth. It's just easier if someone else has done it first." Parker chimed in from her spot in Hardison's lap. She was sitting so close to him that her skin had gone almost mocha colored. It contrasted prettily with her eyes and Hardison told her so in a whisper that made her giggle softly.

"I think we finally can put this one into the books now. Hardison, you'll keep a look out for our friend Mr Forrester so he doesn't slip away from the nice Thai Police." The young man nodded. "Besides that, it's time to move on. Tomorrow we go to Denver, there is someone we should meet there."

It's been a long dark year but finally things were back to normal. They'd come out of their hardships stronger than before and bound together with bonds not only made from friendship but also love. Eliot watched Parker's skin shift in color as Alec's whispers turned towards what he would like to do to her when they were alone and he couldn't keep from smiling. He glanced at his own lovers and cherished the warmth in the pit of his stomach when they returned his look with slightly wicked smiles of their own. Maybe they wouldn't live happily ever after but they would damn well make a good try.

The Wild - Chapter Three

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 13:10:31 GMT

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Chapter 3

Sophie yawned widely as she walked into the kitchen. Eliot smiled and handed her her cup of coffee.

"Thank you, Eliot, how are you this morning?"

"About as well as before. still having strange dreams but they are not so bad, mostly just confusing, but for some reason I wake up wanting lots of raw meat..."

"That good, one person with nightmares is enough."

"This night too?"

"Yeah, three times... I just wish she would get a full nights sleep sometime soon. It would do her good." She started to pull a bowl and spoon from the cupboards.

"Yeah, it'd be easier if she'd talk to someone."

"She needs time, it'll come. Can you hand me the cereal?"

"Yeah, sure. She's not coming down?"

"No, she refuses to leave the room."

Eliot nodded. "I'll come visit later. I'm gonna go do some more tests with Nate and see if we can find out more about these... modifications."

Sophie yawned again and refilled her coffee. "Let me know if you find something interesting, ok?"

"Of course. You take care of Parker."

Sophie nodded and left the room, bowl of cereal and cup of coffee in hand. Eliot watched her leave and returned her smile when she used her hip to push the door open and smiled back at him. His heart twinged a little with longing but he pushed the feelings aside. Later. There'd be time for feelings later. He put a bottle of orange soda on the tray he'd prepared and left the room himself.

Neither of them were proper scientists but they didn't dare subject Eliot and Parker to someone else so they took every form of test they could think of and sent them off to a laboratory under an assumed identity. It meant the whole thing took longer but they'd all gotten a serious case of paranoia lately.

While they waited for the test results to arrive they were doing other kinds of examinations. Eliot already knew some of the things that had changed. His nose was infinitely more sensitive now and his hearing had improved as well. He could hear exactly what music was playing in Hardison's headphones as he entered the room despite the computer fans almost downing it out. They'd set up the testing area in what used to be the ballroom in the abandoned hotel they had turned into a safe house. Hardison kept claiming it gave him the shivers and muttered about crazy people with axes and Jack Nicholson but all in all it was perfect, remote, large and with it's own power generator.

"Eliot, excellent! And you bring offerings as well... have you sharpened those ears for today? I found some great info on the range of hearing in animals and Nate helped me put together a test." Eliot smiled at the enthusiasm in the younger mans voice. Wanting to know how things worked was a big reason as to why Hardison had started learning about computers and programming and eventually hacking. That old need to know was shining through now. He walked over and set his tray down on a clear surface before he handed Nate his coffee and tossed the soda to Hardison.

"OK, where do you want me?" His nose told him that Nate had taken a shower recently but not bothered to put on any after shave. He was looking a bit scruffy so he'd probably foregone shaving all together. It wasn't a bad look on him and Eliot would like nothing more than to bury his hands in those tangled curls and why was Nate giving him a pair of headphones? Remembering where he was and what he was supposed to be doing he shook his head to get rid of any remaining thoughts and accepted the offered equipment.

If Nate had noticed Eliot's daydreaming he didn't show it. Instead he started explaining the test.

"It's basically your ordinary hearing test but I've added a bunch of frequencies that humans normally shouldn't hear. Just press this button when you hear a noise." Eliot nodded and took his seat.

Forty-five minutes later he got up again - he had sweaty ears and they had a wide range of results.

"It seems like, from just looking at this mind you, that you don't really have as good hearing as a dog or a wolf but still way better than a normal human has. You need to be careful, sounds you might not have noticed before can distract you now, maybe even be used against you." Eliot remembered the horribly piercing sound that had immobilised him during his escape attempt and nodded.

"Yeah, they used something like that one time... not pleasant. Any luck in finding out who "them" are yet?" He directed the last to Hardison who shook his head.

"I am trying to unravel who exactly took over that facility when the government left it but I've never seen such a tangled mess. There are more shell companies and fake businesses than even I can shake a stick at."

"I'm sure you'll get it. Do you need me for anything else right now? I was thinking about going for a run..."

"No, we need to process this, but could you wear the heart rate monitor when you go? Any information is good you know." Despite his different background Nate was as captured by the mystery surrounding Eliot's and Parker's new genes as Hardison and Eliot just grinned at him and nodded before leaving the room again. He went up to his room and changed into sweats before walking past Sophie's and Parker's room. He knocked softly and entered, Sophie lifted her head from her book and smiled at him while Parker continued to stare out of the window.

The treatment he'd gotten at the facility had changed Eliot on a very basic level but next to nothing showed in his physical appearance. Parker had not been so lucky. The biggest change was her hands and feet, bones and sinew had moved and joints worked differently. Her palms and soles were covered with the same satae that a gecko had and the skin had changed to resemble the scales of a lizard. The scales became more skin-like midway to the elbow and knee. The rest of her body was mostly unchanged although if one looked closer you could see that her pupils were slitted and that her skin color seemed to change to reflect her surroundings. Right now she was curled up in a navy wing chair and her skin and hair had taken on a faint blue tint.

"Hey Parker." Eliot tried to keep his voice neutral and friendly without sounding like he talked to a spooked horse. "How are you today?"

Her only response was a quick glance his way and a minute shrug of a shoulder.

"I'm going out for a run. Need to get my endurance back... Nate has me wearing a heart monitor though. I think he would have made a great scientist if he hadn't gone into chasing people..." he continued, telling her about his day so far and the hearing test. She didn't answer but her posture relaxed just a tiny bit and he could smell her mood changing. When he finally got up to leave Parker's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist and she looked up at him.

"Be careful. Don't let them take you again."

"Oh, sweetheart you know I will. And I'll smell them before they find me now too...Don't worry, I'm not so easy to catch anymore." He squeezed her wrist reassuringly before releasing it and walking out of the room with a nod to Sophie.

Autumn was coming and the air was high and clear when he ran. Some trees had already started turning their leaves but most were still green. It had only been a few days since they arrived here but it felt like forever. This place was so far from the dark silent cell and putting unpleasant memories behind him had always been one of the things that made Eliot so good at what he did. As he followed the trail running around the little nearby lake he let his thoughts flow freely, tumbling like the swallows that had their nests under the edge of the roof. His new senses made the run even more interesting with smells and sounds he hadn't noticed before making themselves known.

The last few weeks had been hell but as he listened to the sounds of the forest he almost felt thankful towards his assailants. Of course, if the others hadn't found him and gotten him out he probably never would have escaped and the thought of spending the rest of his life in that dark cell chilled him to the bone. Somehow they had to pay, somehow he would make them pay.

***

It was almost two weeks before Parker slowly started to emerge from her shell. She began coming down to have meals with the rest of them and sometimes there was even the shade of a smile on her lips, often in response to something Hardison said or did. They all started to relax and believe that maybe they would be able to back to working cases soon. That's why it was so surprising when Parker suddenly disappeared. Sophie came rushing into Eliot's room in the middle of the night and he nearly lashed out at her before realizing who it was.

"She's gone, Parker's gone!" That woke him up completely.

"Did she leave on her own? Did someone take her?" He realized when he said it that it sounded silly. No one knew they were here and Hardison had rigged the place with some heavy duty security measures, anyone who'd managed to get in would have to be at least as good as Parker herself and he only knew of one person even remotely close to that skill-level.

"Did she say anything?"

"No, nothin... oh wait. She did seem to go back to her even more silent self after dinner."

"Something must have happened... " Eliot pulled on clothing as they talked and soon he was out the door. He stopped outside Sophie's and Parker's room and sniffed the air, finding nothing but traces of Sophie's scent interlaced with sharp spikes of fear he continued on. At the front door he ran into Hardison who was checking the security system.

"Only place showing any sign of tampering is the window to their room." Eliot nodded and exited, heading around the building. Below the girl's window he finally picked up Parker's characteristic scent, it didn't smell like she was panicking but there was something odd about it. He crouched near the ground trying to find any footsteps but it was still too dark and Parker was too light footed to leave many anyway. As he moved around Eliot realized that he could actually smell which direction Parker had gone off in and he wasted no more time following the trail.

He found her by the lake. She was perched on a rock near the edge of the water and as soon as he saw her Eliot realized what the odd part of her scent was. Sadness. Her whole being radiated it and she didn't move as he walked up to stand beside her.

"This here nose makes hide and seek rather boring."

"I wasn't hiding. Not from you."

"I can see that... wanna tell me why you ran?"

"They keep looking at me. When they think I don't see."

"I don't think they mean anything by it, sweetheart."

"They didn't use to stare."

"Well, we are changed. Those evil bastards did change us..."

"I'm still the same on the inside though."

"I'm not. I'm... it wasn't the first time for me. I've been locked up before. I don't like it but I know how to deal with it. Still, this time..." Eliot trailed off. He hadn't looked too hard at his own feelings. Not really.

"I didn't know you were there."

"I heard you once... or I thought I did... I wasn't sure"

"I would have left without looking for you"

"It doesn't matter." He said the words and meant them but the thought chilled him.

"It wasn't my first time either..."

"Someone locked you up before?"

"Yes, and that was much smaller. And I didn't have these eyes then."

"You can see in the dark?"

"It's like night vision goggles. I think I see the heat... I wonder if I would see all kinds of lasers now..." She finished thoughtfully.

"You know Nate and Hardison could help you try that out. They've been helping me make some sense out of what I can do..." Eliot was interrupted by his phone beeping.

"Yeah. She's with me. We'll be back in a while. Don' worry. Sure. Bye" He hung up and slid the phone back into his pocket. "Nate - he was worried." Parker nodded.

"I know they want to help, but it's hard. I don't... I never... I was." She stopped to take a breath and started again. "I was just beginning to feel right when they picked me up. I was gonna ask Hardison to have dinner with me, for real, like on a date kind of."

"You still can..."

"But I look all freaky. Boys don't like freaky."

"He ain't most boys ya know."

"But why does he keep staring? And Sophie too and sometimes Nate..."

"I don't think they can help it. This was hard on them too... they couldn't find us at first. They thought they'd lost us."

"But we're back now..."

"Yeah, but sometimes they might have to make sure. Sophie was really afraid tonight when you disappeared and so was Hardison. He was trying to make sure they hadn't taken you again."

"I just had to get out"

"It's ok... maybe next time leave a note or tell someone though...."

"I will. So... you think they don't mind me looking like this?" Parker lifted her hand and looked at it in the faint pre-dawn light. It shimmered and she flexed her new joints back and forth.

"I think they are curious, probably want to touch you to see what it feels like but no, I don't think they mind." As he said it Eliot realized it was true for himself as well. Not only had the others come for him but they didn't mind him coming out changed either.

"Will we be alright?"

"I don't think we can get rid of whatever they did to us, but we can learn to live with it, make it our own..."

"Can we get revenge?"

"Oh definitely. We will find them and we will make them pay. It's what we do after all..."

"Good!" Parker's fierceness shone through in her reply and after a brief pause she continued. "We can go back now... I'm not sad anymore." Eliot smiled at her as she jumped down.

"Hey, we should call ahead and have Nate make us hot chocolate..."

"He likes you, you know..."

"Who? Nate?"

"Yeah, he looks at you like he looks at Sophie." Parker sounded very sure.

"Nah... really?"

"Yes, ask him - you'll see."

Eliot made a non-committal sound as he picked up his phone again and called Nate. He didn't dare hope Parker was right. Heartache was something he could do without.

When they got back to the house Sophie hugged them both and told Parker to never worry her like that again, Hardison was close behind and he held her just a little bit longer. When he finally let go Parker glanced back at Eliot and he could see a faint little blush on her cheeks.

***

"Parker, that is amazing!" Hardison called up to Parker where she was perched high on the wall, near the ceiling of the old ballroom. She tilted her head backwards and smiled brightly back at him, ponytail swinging like a pendulum.

"Can you get me some rope soon? I want to make a harness so I can try climbing across to that chandelier..."

"I'll go into the city tomorrow and find some. Seriously, there won't be a security system around you can't beat..." He sounded almost awed.

"I know, isn't it great!" She moved back down the wall head first and when she was close enough to the floor she loosened her grip with her feet by flexing her toes and bent backwards to land on the floor in a fluid motion. Hardison swallowed hard as he watched then he suddenly stretched his back and set his jaw like he'd made a decision.

"Parker... I.. uhm.... Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, what do you want to ask?"

"I was... well... if you like you could come with me to the city. We could go get rope for your harness and then... uhm maybe goseeamovieandhavesomedinner..."

"Alec, are you asking me out on a date?"

"Uhm... yeah..."

"Sure! But can we have sex tonight even if we don't have the date until tomorrow?"

"Sex... with.. and the... Hells yeah!" Parker's smile was wider and more brilliant that Hardison had ever seen it and it warmed his soul.

"Hmmm... do we have to wait until tonight? I am kind of horny now..."

"No! Uhm... no. We don't have to wait... I have a room. It's over ther..." Parker silenced him with a kiss before pulling him with her out of the room. In the door they ran into Eliot.

"We're going to go have sex! See you later!" Eliot couldn't help but chuckle at Hardison's shell-shocked expression. He imagined he would see that quite a lot in the next days.

Still in a good mood Eliot looked around the ballroom and realized he was alone, he didn't feel like keeping himself company at the moment so he moved right along and went to find Nate and Sophie. He found them in the small common area near the kitchen, Nate was on his computer while Sophie was reading a book on the sofa.

"Hello Eliot, you look happy?" Sophie lowered her book and looked at him questioningly.

"I just met Parker and a very shocked and pleased Hardison..." Eliot chuckled again.

"So he finally asked! Good for him... Oh! This means I get my own room back! I don't mind sharing with Parker but believe it or not, she snores. Even with the fewer nightmares I still haven't gotten enough sleep..." Sophie ended with a dramatic hand wave and flopped backwards on the sofa and Eliot felt that now familiar twinge of attraction again. He sat down on the other end of the sofa and looked over at Nate. Maybe it was the inspiration from Parker and Hardison or maybe it was something else but suddenly he had to ask.

"So when are you two going to follow Hardison's example and do something before it's too late? I mean you don't even need my newly excellent nose to smell the tension between you two..."

Nate and Sophie looked at each other and something Eliot didn't catch passed between them. It was Sophie who spoke first.

"We already tried, a long time ago... and sometimes it takes more than just desire and respect to make something work." She looked up at him. "Me and Nate we're just a bit too broken, a bit too colored by our past"

There was a sadness in her eyes but also something else. Then Nate spoke up. "We do really care for each other, a lot, it might even be love, but when we get closer than friends we become like... two glass balls dangling together, every time we knock together we threaten to fracture and break." And there was that same look in Nate's eyes. Eliot couldn't really figure out what it was...

"There is one thing that could save us though." Sophie's voice came from close by, somehow she'd manage to scoot closer to him on the sofa without him noticing. "We need someone to balance us, to keep us from breaking." Sophie's voice was soft and honest, far from the one she used on a mark, and it sparked something in Eliot's chest, something he hadn't dared hope for. He turned his head and looked into her eyes. "We need you." The words came out closer to a whisper than anything else.

"Are you offering what I think you're offering?"

"If you'll have us." Nate's voice came from behind him and now Eliot could smell the arousal in the air. He reached out a hand and stroked Sophie's hair behind her ear.

"I dreamed of you, both of you, when I was in there. I tried to remember everything about you. I... I think it kept me sane. Thinking of you, hoping you were out there, safe, and maybe even looking for me." He let his hand fall down, stroking along her bare arm.

"Is that a yes?" He could feel the goosebumps rising on her skin as she asked.

"Yes." He breathed out softly.

"That's all we needed..." Sophie captured his lips and swallowed his moan as Nate leaned forward and nuzzled his neck.

They shifted and moved and somehow Eliot ended up sandwiched between the other two on the sofa. His hands were busy mapping out Sophie's body as they kissed while Nate as doing the same to him. He gasped as a hand slid along the top of his jeans and felt Sophie smile against his lips.

"Been wanting to do this for so long...all of this" Eliot growled in agreement and turned his head to kiss Nate for the first time as well. Their kiss was more of a battle, a fight for dominance and Nate's fingers tightened in his hair making the growl change into a moan.

"Like that, don't you?" Eliot moaned deep in his chest again when Nate pulled lightly at the hair in his hand. Sophie took advantage of his distraction and unbuttoned his shirt, following her hands with her lips and tongue lapping little kitten licks all the way down his chest.

Eliot let the scent of them wash over him, the earthy muskiness of Nate mixed with the sweet almost floral of Sophie and created a new scent, one that was uniquely them, and it went straight from his nose to his dick. He growled low in his throat and pulled them closer, letting his hands roam and mouth taste that which he thought he would never have.

Somehow his pants disappeared and as he helped Sophie out of her shirt Nate did the same with her skirt. Sophie kissed him hotly again before sliding down his body and letting Nate take her place. Distracted by kisses and trying to get Nate to an equal state of undress as the two of them the sudden warm heat around his cock surprised him and when he looked down to see Sophie looking back at him with wicked smiling eyes and her lips stretched around his length he couldn't help but moan.

"She looks beautiful like that, don't she." Nate whispered into his ear as his fingers pinched a nipple and drew another moan out of Eliot. "We are going to make you feel so good." Nate's hands were warm against his skin, painting broad swipes of heat while his lips kissed and nipped along Eliot's throat. The hands traveled down, taking a detour to stroke Sophie's slowly bobbing head and Eliot felt the heat of Nate's body behind him shift a little to reach for something. The first tentative touch of coldness near his entrance made him tense a bit but then Sophie slid up to suck softly at the head of his cock while letting her tongue swirl against the slick skin and he had to fight to not snap his hips forward. She released the head with a faint plop and looked up at him again.

"Relax and let us take care of you. Trust us" With a start Eliot realized that he did, he did trust them with all that he was and all that he had become. Then Nate's finger slid inside him and brushed against his prostate and he stopped thinking all together. Sophie came up for another kiss as Nate worked a second finger into him and the sensations carried Eliot higher and higher. He let his hands rest on Sophie's hips as he lost himself in the kiss. It had been a long time since he was last touched like this and when she ended the kiss with a nip on his lowers lip and slid back down to swallow him in one swift movement he barely has time to growl a warning before coming down her throat and arching his back.

Nate didn't give him time to relax, taking advantage of his post orgasm bliss to slide a third finger in. Dazed Eliot fumbled and pulled Sophie close to him as he pressed backwards to get Nate to hit that spot again. He let his own fingers find Sophie's wetness and his enhanced hearing gave him a new appreciation of her breathless little moan as he let his thumb slide along the side of her clitoris.

"Floor." Came Nate's rough whisper before he tilted them over, getting Eliot on all fours over Sophie and himself behind and over the both of them. Pleased with the better access Eliot captured one of Sophie's nipples and graced it softly with his teeth in counterpoint with his hand still moving between her legs causing a series of little moans to tumble from her lips. Nate withdrew his fingers, making Eliot rock backwards at the loss of sensation. He released the nipple in his mouth and worked his way downwards Sophie's body until his mouth took over what his hand had started. As his tongue painted intricate patterns among her folds she arched her back and let her own hands come up to caress her breasts.

"So beautiful..." Nate let his hands slide along Eliot's strong back before he settled them on the other man's hips. He reveled in the feel of hard muscle against his skin as he lined up and thrust into the welcoming heat. His action pulled a muffled moan from where Eliot had his face buried between Sophie's legs. The vibration from the moan caused Sophie to breathe in sharply and let one hand drop to Eliot's head where it tangled in the silky strands. Nate set the pace, slow and steady as he wanted this to last for as long as possible. He let one hand travel over Eliot's hip to his cock and found it hard again - it seemed his new-found stamina had some other affects too. He caressed the hard flesh under his hands a few times before leaning over to whisper in Eliot's ear.

"I want you in her, want to see you take her" Judging by the shiver going through Eliot's body he wasn't opposed to the idea. He trailed kisses upwards Sophie's body, detouring to swirl his tongue around each nipple, until he reached her mouth again. As their lips met again she raised her hips and let him slide into her with Nate's next thrust.

The sounds and smells enveloped Eliot completely. The three of them moved in a disjointed primal rhythm, carrying them towards release and it didn't take long before they tumbled down together in a sticky tangle. Cradled between Sophie and Nate Eliot finally felt like he'd come home.

In a bed not far away Parker felt the same way. As Hardison mapped her skin with his hands and tongue, reveling in every change of texture and new feeling she let go of the final traces of fear and doubt. When she looked into his enraptured face as she rode him hard with his hands on her hips and the texture of her own finger sliding over her clit making her shiver she finally felt safe enough to let go.

Chapter Four

The Wild - Chapter Two

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 13:05:56 GMT

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Chapter Two
It is easier to hide in a big city than in a small one and that made this dusty little town damn near impossible to stay inconspicuous in. With it's population of just shy of two thousand any newcomers were gonna make waves. This was both a blessing and a curse for the team. It made them easy to spot but it also made the ones they were looking for easy to find. Or so they thought.

Nate took on the role of a writer in search for a secluded place to write, Sophie was his wife and Hardison his assistant, driver and jack of all trades. They managed to find a house up for rent at the outskirts of town and settled in, getting ready for a long stay.

"It feels really odd havin' a briefing without Eliot and Parker..."

"I know Sophie, Hardison, continue..."

Hardison pressed a button on his remote. There was no wall of screens here, just the one TV and his laptop, and the presentation wasn't the prettiest he'd ever done either. His mind was on other things and it showed. The other two in the decimated team didn't seem to care though.

"Ok, what we know is that the call that Eliot made came from within the area of this cell tower right here. Now had we been in a larger city we might have been able to triangulate it better but out here towers are further apart. As you can see on this satellite image there are not very many buildings or structures here. Add to that that the buildings that are in-fact in the area are all residential or small business and things start smelling fishy." He was getting into his speech now and was clicking and gesturing almost as usual.

"We don't know much about the people holding Eliot and Parker." He is careful not to mention that they don't actually know if Parker is in the same place as Eliot, or if it was even the same people taking them.

"Since both of them were captured rather than killed we can assume the people who picked them up wanted them alive and since we haven't seen any heist or job go down with either of their rather special brand of skills chances are the kidnappers are keeping them locked up and out of the way for some reason. God only knows for what. Anyway, moving on - Sophie, you've done the snooping around the city."

"Gossiping you mean? Yeah, our neighbours have been very forthcoming with information about life in our new hometown. As you know we are a bit away from the main tourist streaks, some still trickle by but not so many that new people, like us, don't get noticed. Unfortunately for us the latest addition before us was an elderly couple and their grandson who moved in seven months ago. Hardison already checked them and the only thing they are hiding is the fact that they moved to get the kid away from bad company - he got picked up on a minor drug possession some time before they came here. Besides them nothing "interesting" has happened for ages..." Sophie went silent again after her spot on impersonation of Mrs Gordon, the city's hairdresser and information mistress.

"What this means is that whoever has Parker and Eliot is either fantastic at hiding or have been here long enough for people to regard them as part of the city. I've narrowed it down to three possible suspects or scenarios." A click brought up a satellite photo of a fenced in compound just outside of town. "First we have the home of local religious wackjobs. They call themselves the Blessed Chosen and have just barely managed to stay off the governments watch-lists. Now considering the fences and security they would be a pretty good option for our bad guys but any self-respecting evil organization..."

"We don't know that they are an evil organization, Hardison"

"You are right, but the kidnapping people of the street in broad daylight does kinda makes it likely. So, as I was saying, any self-respecting evil organization would know that since Waco any religious secluded group is gonna get at least a cursory glance now and again from the government which makes it a pretty lousy cover for someone pretending to be something that they are not. So. Moving on to suspicious area number two." Another click brings up a different satellite photo, this one of a ranch with one big barn and several smaller buildings.

"Now this is the McNally farm, everything points towards this being just your average farm, nothing sticks out and nothing seems odd, though this in itself is rather suspicious it is also the only other bigger cluster of buildings within the area covered by the tower that picked up Eliot's call. I took a peek into the finances of the McNally family and found a tiny little discrepancy. About a year ago the farm was very close to going under like so many other's had done due to the financial crisis. Then suddenly they squared their debts and got back on even footing. Officially the money came from a new financier but that entity is hard to pin down. Of course if you are an evil organization trying to hide behind an honest business-" He ignored Nate's look and continued. "- you might not want to save a sliding one but instead acquire a well off one with some money under the table to be as invisible as possible."

"Yeah, according to Mrs Gordon the McNally's were saved by a long lost rich uncle who suddenly got an urge to reconnect with his family but Miss Forrester the manicurist says the money came from a settlement with a celebrity who is the actual father of Sioban McNally." Sophie shrugged. "I am more keen on agreeing with Mr Gordon who claims the McNally's found a hidden treasure, it seems more romantic to me..."

"These people have way to active imaginations..." Nate shook his head.

"So... moving on to the third alternative." A click revealed an entirely green area bisected by a grayish road. "Now this might seem like a satellite picture of a forest to you and in fact you would be correct. What's interesting about this particular forested mountainside though is this:" Another click and the image zoomed closer to a slightly darker green square in the green image. "A concealed building. Now I've done some checking and Sophie's done some asking and apparently the only thing up around this area is an old government facility that closed down after the cold war. I haven't found anything that indicates that it is anything but abandoned but that could just be the sign of a smart evil organization. Personally I'd say this is my favorite option although we still lack a lot of information. We really need to get closer and get a better look." He doesn't say 'we need Parker and Eliot to get closer and take a better look'. He doesn't need to, they are all thinking it anyway. Instead Hardison turns the screen off and sits down, wordlessly handing the briefing over to Nate.

"OK, this is what we are gonna do... We need to eliminate the other areas first. Sophie you make friends with the McNally's and get yourself invited to their home. Hardison, I'm gonna need you to be a bit Parker for me. It wouldn't make sense for my assistant to suddenly start taking an interest in religion and begin jonesing to join a cult so we have to be sneaky instead. Can you do that?"

"Of course... at least there are no skyscrapers I need to jump off."

"Right, let's get to it!"

"What are you gonna do Nate?"

"Me? I'm going for an inspirational walk in the woods..." Nate's smile almost came close to his usual one, just for a second, before faltering again. "Let's do this right from the start... I don't think Eliot and Parker have enough time for us to screw up the basics."

Hardison nodded silently and Sophie gently squeezed Nate's arm before they set out to continue working their most important job yet.

***

Nate was very close to falling asleep when a faint sound pulled him back to consciousness. He blinked and tried to find the source of in the room lit only by moonlight from the window. He tensed briefly at the sight of a figure near the door but relaxed when he recognized Sophie's form.

"Trouble?"

"No... I... Nate, do you... oh I don't even know what I want to ask. I'm just..." Nate interrupted her by scooting to the side and lifting the side of his comforter. She took the hint and slid down into bed with him. She was wearing an old over-sized t-shirt and the fabric was soft against his chest as he held her close. They lay silent in the darkness for awhile before Sophie spoke again.

"What if we never find him." Her voice was soft and barely audible.

"We will. We definitely will."

"What if he's dead?"

"Don't talk like that." Nate felt his chest clench at the thought.

"I just wish..."

"I know..."

"I've seen you you know. Seen you look too..." And Nate knew she had, he'd seen her too.

"He's a beautiful man."

"It's not only that though..."

"No... no it's not." An image rose to his mind, a memory in vivid color, Eliot was in the kitchen, stripped down to a tank top with a bandanna holding his hair back. His knife flashed in a ray of sun from the window and he was laughing at something Sophie had said from where she was seated on the other side of the bench. It'd been a perfect moment in time and the moment when he realised ... "I wish..."

"I know. We... we'll need to talk about this. When we find them." Sophie sighed.

"When we find them." Nate agreed and the fake confidence in his voice was only partly for her benefit.

"Can I stay here tonight? I... I don't want to be alone."

"That's alright... try to get some sleep."

"You too.... Good night Nate."

"Sleep."

They lay together in the darkness and listened to the other one breathe. The bed was small and had barely enough space for the both of them but still they couldn't help wishing there was a third person in it.

***

Nate tried to scratch sneakily but Sophie noticed and cleared her throat. "It'll only get worse if you scratch, darling..."

"It's easy to say... that damn cream isn't helping at all"

"I keep telling you to put some baking soda on that, Nana always said it was the best cure for a poison ivy rash, but anyway, at least your pain gave us some results. I took a closer look at these images and there are definite some good signs." Hardison zoomed the image on the screen until it is focused on a single lonely metal tube sticking out of the undergrowth.

"This here is a ventilation exhaust and if this facility was closed and abandoned like the official story says no one would care if it was overgrown and blocked but someone apparently does in this case. That someone has taken the time to clear around it and considering that the plants look different on this side I bet that if we where to film this with a heat-sensitive camera we would see warm exhausts coming out right here." Hardison pointed to the side of the metal column.

"OK, stating the obvious here but since the other places turned out to be exactly what they seemed to be, and I still can't believe the McNally's actually found an old treasure, this not so abandoned place is our prime objective. So, can you hack them?"

"Not from the outside, no, at least not this far out on the outside. They are smart and doesn't have a direct connection to the Internet. I do bet they still need an internal network though, not even a secret evil organisation would want to run about with usb-sticks all the time."

"OK, so how do we get you close enough to get to their network?"

"I have a plan for that actually..."

***

He didn't starve, but when the food finally came he would have eaten anything that was put before him no matter what it smelled like. What surprised him was that while the food, still as badly cooked, smelled different it didn't smell wrong like before. Despite his hunger he took an extra sniff. Maybe they changed the drug, maybe they put some kind of odourless poison in it this time, maybe... Eliot stopped himself before he go lost in the what ifs. He was shaking from hunger and even the sad overcooked potatoes seemed appetizing.

Die fast or die slow... he decided to chance it and started eating. There were no strange tastes either and when he was still alive and awake quite some time after finishing the meal he decided they were fucking with him. They were trying to screw with his head. Staring out into the dark room he reached the conclusion that they were succeeding too.

He had no idea how long it had been since he made his last escape attempt. He knew the wound on his knee was almost completely healed but considering the other changes in his body he wasn't sure he could measure the time passed from that. They kept him on the edge of starvation and he didn't dare move anymore that strictly necessary. He needed to conserve the energy he got, he would need to be strong to get himself and Parker out of there. And he was beginning to doubt anyone was coming to help them. Maybe he'd keyed in the wrong number, maybe it got lost in the ether somewhere, maybe there was no one out there to receive it. For every uneventful waking period he persuaded himself more that the others had been caught too, that they too were sitting in dark cells wishing for someone to come get them, waiting for him to save them.

So he started planning escape. The only time the door to his cell opened lately was when the food arrived and then he was pulled back against the wall so he couldn't get close. He had to get them to come inside and release him from the chain to have a chance and recently they hadn't been very prone to do that. It was obvious they were punishing him for the last escape attempt but they hadn't killed him which mean they at least cared a bit about their investment still. Eliot felt he was close to something now, but hunger made it hard to think and pacing was out of the question so he sat, cross-legged on his cot, and tried to focus his thoughts.

Unbeknown to Eliot, Parker was sitting in the exact same position a few rooms away. She was also thinking, planning and plotting. She knew they were coming soon, the men in the white coats, coming to take her to the bright room with the needles and the soothing voices or the big room with the ropes and the mirror and the boxes. She would run this time, they didn't know the needle didn't make her sleepy anymore, they didn't know she was awake, aware and angry. She would find the others, find them and free them and then they could all go back to being right.

That's when the alarms started.

The lights came on so quickly both Eliot and Parker flinched in pain. While they were both blinking and trying to focus the doors to their rooms flew open to reveal persons in white with breathing masks over their faces. Eliot shifted into a defensive stance automatically while Parker scampered backwards to get away.

"It's me! Parker it's me... don't be afraid! Oh my dear lord what have they done to you?" At the sound of Sophie's voice all the tension poured out of Parker's body and she threw herself into Sophie's arms.

"Eliot, man, it's OK..."

"Hardison?"

"Yes... are you... can you... where are your clothes?"

"You're here... you really are here?"

"Yes, sorry for taking so long. So sorry..."

"Later! Do we have a way out?"

"Yeah, but here... you'll need this." Hardison held out a mask to Eliot. "We kept the gas out of this corridor as much as we could but the rest of the way you'll need it."

"Parker?"

"Sophie's got her. She's just over there..." Hardison gestured outwards and Eliot started moving. "Man, I can't let you run about like that. Here take this." Hardison shrugged out of his lab coat and handed it to Eliot who accepted it with a thankful nod. The two of them stepped out into the corridor and started moving. Just as Hardison had said Sophie stepped out a room nearby, Parker in her arms, wrapped in a lab coat..

"Do you need help?"

"No, she's light as a feather..." Sophie's voice was calm but the wrinkle on her forehead betrayed her worry at the physical changes in Parker.

"Nate's waiting just over there - we have to hurry, we don't know how long the gas will last..."

The four of them rushed towards where Nate was guarding the door, as they got closer he opened it and they all sped towards the exit. Along the way they passed people in lab coats collapsed in little heaps randomly in the corridors and Eliot cast a questioning look at Hardison.

"Unconscious... we used their own defense-system against them - this gas was supposed to stop the test subjects, you guys, if you tried to run. I guess they didn't count on us." His eyes crinkled with a smile and Eliot couldn't help but smile back. His nose was assaulted by smells even though the breathing mask, the faintly sweet wrongness of the gas and disinfectant but overriding all that was the smell of his friends, it was a happy smell, a safe smell. They had come for him, for them... they had come.

***

They left the small town as soon as they could. Packed themselves and Hardison's gear into a van and drove off in the middle of the night. About half way through Idaho Hardison started cursing loudly. All the bugs he's placed were getting turned off one by one.

"They must be sweeping room for room with a bug scanner... this is not good..."

"Why? We got them out, why are the bugs important?" Sophie asked.

Eliot fidgeted in his seat. After so long without clothes the denim in the jeans felt rough and the smell of the fabric softener used on the shirt tickled his nose.

"We don't know what they did to them..." Hardison glanced at Parker who was sitting close to Sophie and hadn't said a word so far. "Their research data was encrypted so hard I would have needed a super computer to crack it and we didn't have time to steal one..." He trailed off, distracted but yet another bug going offline.

Didn't have time before they broke us, Eliot thought.

"... so I planted the bugs to see if I could pick up some chatter to at least give us some leads. But now they smashed them and all I know is it had something to do with merging genetics." Hardison finished as he closed the lid on his laptop and disconnected the modem.

"Well, anything is better nothing." Eliot tried to sound more relaxed than he was. Genetics... what the fuck did they do to him with those needles? And to Parker. God, he wanted to punch something!

Chapter Three

The Wild - Chapter One

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 13:00:30 GMT

Master Post here

Chapter One

The blood was slick between his fingers, sweat made his eyes sting and he breathed heavily, forcing the oxygen his muscles needed to continue moving deep into his lungs, he had to keep moving, had to keep fighting.

A fist connected with a chin, ribs cracked under an elbow, a leg swiped out and someone to the left fell. Eliot couldn't keep from grinning. Turn. Twist. Spin. Elbow connected again, quickly followed by a backhanded blow. Only two left. When he swiped his forehead he felt the blood sticking and he could only imagine what he looks like. Bloodied, dirty and grinning like a lunatic.

The two remaining thugs apparently decided they would have a better chance together and attacked at once. They didn't. A dodge, a step and a push and one tumbled into the other, making it easy for Eliot to knock their heads together and making them crumble into a tangled heap.

He almost didn't notice the sting in his adrenaline high. He did notice how heavy his limbs got through and before all faded to black he cursed whoever invented the tranquilizer gun.

***

pain

restraints

bright lights

oblivion

***

When Eliot woke up he was alone. He slowly opened his eyes and then closed them again when he recognized the unrelenting darkness. It was the darkness that only comes from a windowless cell. He didn't want to stop and think about what it meant that he could identify that kind of darkness so easily.

Keeping his eyes closed to protect himself from sudden brightness he tried to move, tried to find his bearings in the darkness. Some careful flexing and twisting told him that his hands and feet where unbound but a rather substantial chain where attached to a collar around his neck.

"Like a fucking dog..." His own voice sounded rough and unused and he wondered how long he'd been out.

The other end of the chain disappeared into the wall, the length was such that he could walk around the room but just barely. He found a toilet in one corner, the cot he woke up on and a door, sealed shut, in the middle of the wall opposite where the chain was attached. He found no way out.

After a while he found out what the chain was for. He couldn't say how long he'd been awake when he felt the tugs, first a light one - as if to warn him - then one harder, pulling him towards the wall until he was standing with his back to it. He heard a metallic sound and then he was stuck. The chain had been locked with something and that meant he could't move his head at all. He felt a pinch at the back of his neck and then everything faded to a diffrent kind of black.

Running, running, running though woods painted with scents; moonlight caressing winter bare trees; cold air ruffling fur and carrying messages; a faint howl, far away, steers him right and he runs.

When he woke up in the dark again he was confused by his furless limbs before he remembered. The chain was still there but loose now and he could smell food, his stomach rumbled loudly in response and sniffed the air he rolled off the cot, landing in a crouch. The movement caused his head to swim a bit and he wondered just how long he has been without food.

He found the plate on the floor near the door, the cell was still pitch black so he only had his nose to rely on for figuring out just what it was they where serving him. The food didn't seem to have many spices and something was decidedly off with the scents, like there was something in there that should not be paired with what appeared to be mashed potatoes, meat and carrots. Eliot sniffed the air above the plate. The odd smell seemed chemical in nature and it wound itself mostly around the scent of the potatoes. His stomach growled at him again and he echoed it himself.

"Won't be any use starved to death..." he muttered as he felt around for some kind of utensil. Of course there was none and he couldn't help but admire his captors. They had obviously done their homework, he did know at least ten ways to kill someone with a fork after all. Eliot shrugged his shoulders and sat down, grabbing the plate. He decided to forgo the potatoes to begin with just in case they where drugged and it wasn't just a badly cleaned pot or some other harmless thing.

The meat was badly over-cooked and the carrots where just a step from disintegrating into tasteless mush but it was food and before long it was all gone and his stomach was still growling. Despite the chemical tint the potatoes where starting to seem mighty tempting.

"If they wanted to kill me there would be easier ways. I'm probably just imagining it anyway..." He knew he was making excuses for himself. All his experience was telling him to trust his gut, trust his nose, but hunger still raged inside of him, drowning out everything else. So he decided to chance it. He didn't think it could get any worse.

It got worse.

Pain tore through his body, muscles clenched, spasmed and strained. It felt like his bones were moving and something was shifting in his eyeballs. He screamed, screamed, screamed until his voice broke and blessed blackness enveloped him.

Behind his eyelids the light was red, red like newly spilled blood and when his eye was forcibly opened the brightness cut like a knife. He heared voices, the speech sounded like gibberish, rising and falling like the waves of the ocean. Every part of him hurt, he could feel bands holding him tight against a smooth rigid surface when he tried to move. The fuzzy bright shape that leaned over him moved to shine it's sharp light into his other eye which hurt just as much. The pain was getting to him and he attempted to disconnect from himself, disconnect from whatever they were doing to his body and protect his mind. He knew enduring would be is only chance, knew that he had to keep from breaking to have a shot at getting out of here. Before he managed to get to safe place in his own mind he heard something that chilled him to the bone and ripped him back to reality. A scream, not his own - a female, accompanied by a weak scent of someone he knows. Parker. Oh God. Parker was here.

***

"Nate, I can't work with you hoovering! Seriously, you need to be somewhere not here."

"Well have you tried-"

"Yes, yes and yes. I am searching everywhere I can and a few places I shouldn't be able to."

"And..."

"Nothing, not a trace."

"Show me the videos again."

"You've watched them like a million times already."

"I know that Hardison, show them to me again"

The hacker tapped a few buttons and two different CCTV-recordings began playing on the screens. One showed Eliot fighting off the gang of thugs before falling to the tranq-dart. The other featured Parker. They'd picked her off the street; she had been walking towards Nate's apartment, hands in her own pockets to keep from picking other peoples out of habit, when a man in non-descript black clothing fell into step with her. Just as she noticed him he extended a hand and she flinched like he pinched her. The grainy image showed her trying to turn towards her attacker but before she could even finish the movement her legs gave out. The man in black gathered her up in his arms as a dark van stopped and the two of them disappeared into it. The whole thing didn't take more than a minute.

"You haven't been able to follow the van?"

"You know I haven't - they used decoys and probably switched cars too." Didn't mean he hadn't tried. He had followed every dark van he could find in the Boston traffic that whole day as far as he could and still nothing.

Nate sighed in frustration as Hardison went back to checking all the different search algorithms he had running. It was a bit like looking for a needle in a stack of needles but maybe they would get lucky.

"I'll find you. Somehow I'll find you... please be alive."

***

She floated in darkness, warm comforting darkness. Somewhere on the outside her skin was pricked by needles, her throat was blocked by a tube and her eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling but in here, in her special safe place, nothing could harm her, nothing could find her. In here, in her head, she was safe.

***

Eliot thought that this waking up hurting in a pitch black cell was really getting old. The collar was still secure around his neck, his clothes where still missing and once again there was the scent of food in the air. As he lay perfectly still on the cot he thought about escape. They really hadn't made it easy for him, after taking stock of his options he figured his best bet would be to try and stay awake when they came to take him to the bright room, he couldn't be sure but in there they might remove the collar, at the very least they would have to detach it from the chain.

Figuring that dodging the needle in the neck might be a bit much even for him the drug-laced food where his second option, if they used the same chemical every time he might be able to build up a resistance but if they didn't hiding the food while still seeming to eat it could work. Unless they where monitoring him with heat sensitive cameras. Eliot cursed to himself. Too many variables, too many things that could go wrong.

He rolled off the cot again; his muscles felt exhausted, worn, like he'd been training hard for a week so he adjusted his plan. He wouldn't be able to do anything if his body didn't behave as it should so he found the middle of the floor and started a basic kata. As he let his body flow through the familiar movements he felt some of the weariness fade as his blood carried oxygen through every muscle. As he kept going he discovered that the weariness was retreating faster than he ever thought possible and for the first time he wondered exactly what it was they are doing to him.

After a good while of awakening his body he settled on the floor to eat. His nose revealed that he was getting fish this time, asparagus on the side and the same mashed potatoes as before. The chemical smell was still there as well but he couldn't be sure it was the same as the day before.

"No time like the present..." he muttered as he dug in, starting with the protein and the vegetable. He took a breath before finally eating the laced potatoes, mentally preparing himself for the pain and vowing to try and stay conscious for as long as possible.

The pain was worse this time, maybe because he was expecting it, but he fought it using every trick in the book. Before he finally succumbed to the darkness of unconsciousness he saw the door open and the outline of two people haloed by bright white light.

***

"She won't eat. Just sits there, staring with those dead eyes."

"Think we made a mistake picking her?"

"No, she fits perfectly physically and she is answering well to the treatment."

"If she doesn't eat she won't be for long."

"Use the tube again."

"Are you certain?"

"Of course I am certain, and you better not be question me if you value your job."

"No, sir, I won't, sir. The tube it is."

Parker barely flinched at the first tug on her collar but at the second, harder one, she looked up and stared eerily straight at the hidden camera while moving to stand against the wall to avoid being pulled off her feet. She stared until the tranquilizer did it's work and her eyes rolled up into her skull as her body crumbled into a small heap.

***

"Sophie? Any leads?"

"Nothing. I'm worried Nate, really worried."

"We'll get them back. They'll contact us when they can." He didn't say if they can and Sophie pretended she didnt hear him not saying it.

"I'll try someone else. There is this man in Brussels..."

"Let me know at once if he knows anything."

"Of course. And Nate?"

"Yeah?"

"Please stay safe..."

"Always. You too."

"See you soon."

***

The heat makes the air shiver. Colors flare and fade only to flare again. Rough bark under her feet as she slowly stalks, soft, soft before an explosion of movement and the pray is wriggling in her mouth.

Parker floated towards consciousness, shedding the dream as she went. With wakefulness came the feeling of wrongness, her skin, her eyes, everything was not right. She saw things she shouldn't, like the camera in the corner, like the outlines of things in the dark room, like heat from the plate of food on the floor that made her feel nauseous. All wrong.

As she sat on the cot she thought of escape, she thought of how she could use the wrongness, make it her own. Like she did, like she always does.

***

Eliot started counting the conscious periods. He called them days out of convenience and by the seventh he really wanted to find the cook in this place and kill him, just to bring justice to all the vegetables he had managed to desecrate. He also thought he was going a bit mad. Or madder. Hard to tell.

He was managing to stay conscious for longer now, he knew the two people that came to get him from his cell where dressed in white lab coats and had their faces covered with masks. He knew they got him onto a stretcher and then onto a bed. He knew the pain was not lessening.

The yellow grass flow in the wind, the scent of his prey is in his nose and he moves slowly, surely. Closer. When the time is right he pounces, leaps once, twice and his teeth sink into the neck of his prey.

He woke up roaring in victory. But the blood he tasted was his own and the air in the cell was nothing like the dry winds.

Another mental notch on the wall, another period of consciousness, another plate of badly cooked poisonous food.

***

She wondered if they watched her all the time or just sometimes. She didn't know what she would do if she knew the answer. No windows and no lock on this side of the door. She's good but not that good. As she sat on the cot, ignoring the plate of food as usual, she looked down on her fingers. It was still strange to be able to see in near pitch black but for every not-sleep it got easier, more like her. Just like her skin, somehow it didn't feel so alien anymore, but the most interesting part was her fingers, the way they don't work and still functioned so much better than before.

They were changing her. She could use that.

***

He was pretty sure he was not imagining things now. If he knew one thing it was how his body reacted, how it felt. His life had depended on him knowing exactly what he could and should do when for a long time now and now, now it was different. It wasn't bad different either. Muscles reacted quicker, he recuperated from the periods of unconsciousness faster and he could stay awake longer when they fed him the drugs. They were making him stronger, faster, better... he smiled to himself when the quote made him think of Hardison but then the smile faded when that thought lead to the rest of the team and Parker. Gods, Parker... if they were doing this to him what the hell where they doing to her. The worry and anger made it hard to sit still and he started to pace. He needed to get out or, failing that, to get word out so the others could find him. If they weren't caught as well. Maybe they were waiting for him to bust them all out. Maybe they were all sitting in dark windowless cells trying to figure out how to get out.

Eliot shook his head. No. He had to believe they were out there... had to believe they were safe.

He made his move the next time they came. It was easy fooling them into the belief that the drugs had rendered him unconscious, it lured them closer, into his reach, it made them unlatch the chain from the collar. There were two of them this time too and they were definitely not fighters. A sweeping kick, two quick strikes and he was rifling through the pockets of their lab coats before heading out the door. The glaring white light of the corridor hurt his eyes but it didn't stop him. Hoping to gather as much information as possible and silently praying he was valuable enough not to shoot on sight he moved fast, checking doors and noting cameras. As soon as he found an angle where the cameras wouldn't see he tried the phone and breathed a sigh of relief when he found it unlocked and with reception.

Hardison had made them memorize the numbers, first an ordinary telephone-number and then a six-digit code. Eliot had grumbled at the time but now he was grateful. He had just keyed in the final number when an alarm went off and he realized they've done something to his hearing. Before he fell to his knees and covered his ears with his hands he managed throw the phone against the wall, shattering it in a thousand pieces. The blaring of the alarm cut through his head like a knife and he wasn't aware the security has found him until everything went black.

***

The sharp beep woke Hardison up and he sat up sharply. A single key from his keyboard was stuck to his forehead and his neck sounded like a breakfast cereal when he turned his head to localize what the beep originated from. His heart jumped into his throat when he saw exactly which window was blinking.

"Naaaaaate!"

Hardison's fingers flew over the keys and he could barely hear over the blood rushing in his ears. A lead. They finally had a lead. It didn't take long for Nate to get over to Hardison's nest of electronics but the hacker was already far into his lines of code and trace-patterns.

"Did you find something?"

"Not me. Him."

"Eliot?"

"Yeah... used the emergency number, the one I made for all of you."

"So. Where is he?"

Hardison stopped typing and looked up at Nate.

"I'm fast, but I'm not that fast. But thanks for the vote of confidence..." He turned back to his screens, fingers flying and Nate squeezed his shoulder before going to get him a fresh orange soda. It wasn't much, but it was a tiny speck of light in the previous darkness.

***

"Should we terminate the experiment, sir?"

"No, it would be too much of a loss."

"So what are you orders then, sir?"

"Leave him to stew for a while. Let him wonder."

"Yes, sir, certainly sir."

***

This time it was different, no needle and no strange tasting food, just restraints and a short walk through a corridor that most people would see as white but for Parker shifted in colors she'd never seen before. They had given her clothing, pants and a tank-top but her feet and hands were bare.

Automatically she counted steps and memorized numbers of doors and adjoining corridors. The people at her sides are glowing with heat, alive, but their faces look dead to the world. 243 steps, five doors and two intersections later they stopped outside another door with text and numbers on it. She knew she should know what they meant, but they made no sense. Before she could figure it out her left escort presses a thumb against a sensor as her right looked into a scanner and the door hissed and sputtered before opening.

The room looked like an over-sized playground with bars and boxes, swings and ropes filling it. Parker felt her restraints loosen but when she spun to get out of the grip on her arms they pushed her forward and while she regained he balance the door closed she was alone.

"Welcome Parker. Your mission is simple - get to the other side of the room. Begin." The voice boomed from speakers in all corners of the room and Parker flinched. As she looked up she saw a blank square which probably was supposed to hide the people watching her, except she could see them, she could see all three of them standing there looking at her though the shiny glass, glowing red and yellow.

She knew they had changed her, made her different. She could use that. She stared at the people staring at her as she walked towards the wall, as she climbed the smooth shiny surface she wondered if the mirrored glass is breakable and when she got close enough to look the watchers in the eye she tested it. The glass didn't budge but the people behind it flinched and backed up. All but one. That one stared back for a long while before he reached out and pressed a button.

When the dart hit she lost her grip and fell. The world turned black before she landed.

"So, uhm, I guess it worked... sir" The jangly young man in the lab coat looked at Parker and suppressed a shiver.

"We already knew it worked. We just didn't know how well" The smile on the older mans lips was thin. "She is truly remarkable... truly..."

"Back to her cell, sir?" The burly guard who had caught Parker after his colleague shot her held her in an oddly gentle grip.

"Yes, yes... and leave the light on in there this time. She deserves a reward."

"But, sir, she didn't follow the order?" The young mans knuckles were whitened around the edges of his clipboard. The older man looked at his assistant and smiled cruelly.

"Noo... she did better... so much better..."

***

When Eliot woke up again it felt like he'd been sleeping for a week. Maybe he had, he isn't sure... there was a bandage around his knee and he felt the tell-tale stretch of skin that indicate a healing superficial wound and the rest of his body felt bruised and stiff. As his addled brain woke up more he remembered and figured he must have landed on a piece of the broken phone when he fell to his knees. He couldn't help chuckling to himself - he really didn't get far did he - but the chuckle ended in a sigh as his thoughts went to Nate, Sophie and Hardison... While he did get the message out he wasn't at all sure there was anyone out there to receive it.

More awake now Eliot felt his stomach rumbling, he sniffed the air but found no scent of food, poisoned or not. It's a change of routine and it worried him. Nothing makes it harder to plan than changed routines. He rolled out of bed and started his katas to wake up his muscles.

The familiarity of the movements made his mind relax and drift and soon he found himself thinking of the others again, of Nate and Sophie especially. It's strange, before he might have thought about them in images or sounds but now, now he desperately tried to remember their smells. Sophie was easier, her perfumes, always thoughtfully chosen to match the character she was supposed to play or the mood she was in. Nate is not so sophisticated, he smelled of soap and apple shampoo and that special underlying scent that was purely him. Eliot would have given a lot to just be able to be near them again and frustration made him falter in his movement.

It wasn't this hard before, when he was alone, when there was no one out there waiting for him, no one who knew exactly what it was he does at least. Of course, if this had happened before he would have been stuck, there would have been no one to call, no one who was looking for him. At least now there was a chance. He had a chance.

The chain rattled when he sat down on the cot again, the metal cold against his skin.

"Can't you even give me a pair of pants you fuckers!" The anger felt familiar, like a worn pair of jeans but it fizzled fast with nothing solid to aim it at.

"Pervy shitheads." He muttered to himself and pulled his knees up to lean his head against. There had to be an end to this. Someone was coming to get him. His stomach rumbled. Unless he starved to death first of course.

***

"Yes! Booyah! Finally! Take that evil cell phone monkeys, you're all my bitches!" Hardison barely avoided knocking over his collection of empty soda bottles with his victory dance. It had been a struggle finding the area where Eliot's call had originated from but through some creative manipulation of servers and a call to a very helpful lady who totally had earned some cookies he finally had an answer.

So the area might be a bit on the big side and he had no way of knowing from which part of it the call came but at least it was better than what he had before which was a big fat nothing.

"Nate! Sophie! Pack your shit - we are going to Wyoming!

"You found them?" Sophie's voice was tinted with careful optimism.

"Not exactly but I know where we should look..."

"Hardison, I don't hug you enough!" Sophie apparently decided to remedy that instantly and wrapped her arms around the hacker, holding him tight.

"Hey, I don't mind the hug and all but we still need to get them out from where ever they are being held too... and we don't even know what evil bastards picked them up in the first place." Hardison gently held Sophie and politely ignored the tears soaking his shirt. He didn't like this shirt much in the first place anyway.

"... at least we don't have to sit around and wait anymore..." Sophie's voice was muffled before she raised her head to look at him. "Great job."

"Thanks!" He patted her a bit awkwardly. "Now go pack... and wake up Nate! I can't believe he's sleeping though this!"

"It's four in the morning and he's been up at least as long as you." Her words made Alec aware of the weariness in his own bones.

"Oh, right. Well, plane leaves in five hours... I should probably get some sleep too, maybe...."

"Go, get some sleep. I'll pack everything but your electronic stuff. That I'm not touching with a ten foot pole."

"You better not... I'll just... yeah." Hardison barely made it to the sofa before he fell forward. He was asleep before his head stopped bouncing on the pillow.

Chapter Two

The Wild - Master post

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 11:41:40 GMT

Title: The Wild
Author: Cyphersushi
Beta: The lovely raggedy_edge. All remaining faults and wrong tenses are mine.
Characters/Pairings: Eliot/Nate/Sophie, Hardison/Parker
Rating: NC-17 for disturbing themes and a bit of sex
Genre: AU
Warnings: Nasty Scientific experiments and threesome-sex - not at the same time though.
Word Count: Too low.
Summary: Eliot and Parker get snatched off the street. They get poked and prodded and changed. The rest of the team does everything in their power to get them back but nothing is easy when facing an organization which doesn't balk at using humans for their twisted genetic experiments.
Notes: I am hand waving a lot of the science in the name of "It's cool" and "fiction, baby". If that sort of thing annoys you - stay away. This fic would not have been made without the support of my twitter-darlings and my husband who's initial suggestion of gerbil did not make it into the end result.

seraphina_snape and ldyghstwhisprer made me some seriously awesome art! Here are their art posts: seraphina_snape and ldyghstwhisprer

Chapter One
Where Eliot curses the invention of the tranq-dart and bad cooking

Chapter Two
Where we visit Wyoming

Chapter Three
Where the team hole up in the little hotel in the hills

Chapter Four
Where revenge is finally on the menu

And today...

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 19:01:49 GMT

21:48 Shoudl I do one of those commentary-thingies too? Would anyone be interested? #
22:28 Ok, work mostly done - now to crank out some words for #mini-nano #
22:48 gah, I don't want to be here any longer. I want to go home and take a shower, maybe even put some haircolor in. *watches clock* #
23:27 Huh, managed to get 550 words down. Have to post when I get home but that is seriously more than I thought I'd get today... #
23:27 Now going home - see you in a while! #
00:07 And I am home! Have inhaled sandwich and will now have coff
ee while poking stuff. Then haircolor! #
00:08 Oooh, just realised - I can spend the time I have to wait at the airport on wed catching up on TV. I love having a laptop!! *hugs it* #
00:26 Writing: bit.ly/2RM7JE Today's chapter (9/?) of Don't Stop. 553 words. #
00:53 I fell for temptation and made a commetary meme-post as well: bit.ly/193b63 Let me know if you want commentary on some of my writing! #
00:54 And now - haircoloring! (Which is totally normal to do at 1am *shifty eyes*) #
01:23 Really f
unny blogpost on amazon's categorizing system: bit.ly/3PiQbb #
01:47 Time to go rince and see what the results are this time... #
02:02 Time to walk dog and head for bed so i won't be a total zombie at lunch with gran tomorrow. Will post pics of hair then as it's still wet. #
10:13 Good Morning! My back is killing me today and I get to go to work. Yay? #
10:52 *stretches* Need to start getting stuff done - lunch with grandmother in an hour #
11:27 Ah feck! Is that the time... *hustles out the door* #
14:08 I survived the grandmother visit and even walked to work instead of taking the bus. #
15:49 trunc.it/36uv1 White Collar, Elizabeth/Peter/Neal, the first time he ends up in their bed (R - NC-17) #
16:26 trunc.it/37mx6 Bones/NCIS/Criminal Minds, Angela/Abby/Garcia, oreo cookie (R-ish) #
16:26 Can you tell it's a slow afternoon at work *grins* #
17:58 *kicks LJ* Work stupid thing... #
17:59 Dear co-worker,if you keep asking your son if he feels
strange after getting the vaccine he soon will... *sigh* #
18:15 Foodtime!! #
18:42 My back really really hates me today *whimpers* #
19:04 LJ's back btw :) #
19:11 Feeling like a whiny bitch today but pain makes me cranky and my back is NOT liking me #
19:36 Tehe - @ingenmannen can't watch CSI Miami anymore, not since last ep of SPN :D #
19:59 Wants! trunc.it/395sq #

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Mon, 09 Nov 2009 19:01:29 GMT

21:22 Ok, giving Tweetdeck a try again - but I am watching closely *gives evil eye* #
21:47 I don't care how over-played it has become - Memory is still a fabolous song. #
22:25 Writing: bit.ly/2CutpH Don't Stop Part 8/? #
01:09 Icons: celeb20in20 posted - 20 Christian Kane icons. Enjoy! bit.ly/3APzhp #
02:23 Btw, @ingemannen just told me that Jason Momoa is casted in the TV-version of "Song of Fire and Ice" :) #
04:33 Guh! Late again... going to bed now
. *waves* #
10:04 no, i'm going back to bed. 4 1/2 hours of sleep is not enough. #
12:24 Second verse hopefully not the same as the first. Good morning eeryone! #
13:32 Oh, just got a call, someones sick so I get to go to work today :) #
14:08 Ok, time to head off to work then... *feels strange* #
15:23 What's the url for the #concon-page? #
16:32 *sigh* it would cost me as much as my new computer cost to get to Portland and buy a pass to the con. And that's not even counting hotel. #
16:34 .. or pocket money. Why oh why do I live here again? *sigh* #
17:18 oh dear... my tummy just went RAWR! with hunger. #
17:30 Talked to my grandmother on the phone - took a whole 2 seconds before she divulged her latest medical complaint :) #
17:36 Tomorrow I am seeing said grandmother for lunch - I should make a bingo board and check all the diffrent complaints :p #
17:52 Still no new post on c_f? #
17:59 Finally it's food time! *tummy cheers happily* #
18:39 Hmm... what should I prompt today... #
19:57 *am dancing in my chair to @steviecarlson* #

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Icons: celeb20in20 - November

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 00:08:16 GMT

My celebrity for this challenge was the hard-working actor and musician Christian Kane.

Teasers:

10 THEMES

Bad	Dramatic	Food	Hand Gestures	In Profile


On the Road	Orange	Promotional	Required Resources	Thankful

5 CATEGORY

#1	#2	#3	#4	#5

5 ARTIST'S CHOICE

artist's choice 1	artist's choice 2	artist's choice 3	artist's choice 4	artist's choice 5

x Credit is nice
x Comments are like crack
x Resources can be found here
x Extra thanks to koryou (for pointing me to her pic spams) and natalie_jc (For letting me use her concert-pictures.

And today...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 19:01:33 GMT

21:44 Fredo really is an idiot with bad fashionsense #godfather #
00:06 Mmm... Bad Things just came on my Spotify - truly love that song #
00:08 #godfather part 2 is so damn long, it's good, but too damn long. And Michael Corleone is a freaking sociopath. #
00:47 Listening to Steve while making CK-icons makes me smile :) #
01:59 I'm working on a screencap of THAT scene in 2.07 and Steve sings "Noone told me about her" in my ear - I am way to amused... #
03:08 I got all but 5 of my CK icons made tonight so I count that as a
win. Tomorrow I tackle Scotty I think... #
03:32 Doggy is doing the "I need to pee"-dance so I need to walk him :) #
04:07 Doggy walked and it passed 4am - time for cyphers to be in bed. Nighty night! #
11:16 Good morning - oh look it's a sunday :) *goes off in search of coffee* #
17:54 Bone Shop by @timpratt, highly recommended: trunc.it/357aa #
19:39 Question - is Tweetdeck still dropping tweets left and right? #

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Sat, 07 Nov 2009 19:01:40 GMT

00:25 Why am I so tired... it's not even 1am *baffled* #
00:43 I should write, or edit, or make icons, but I am really just tired. Maybe sleep and then being productive tomorrow... #
11:14 huh, apperently it snowed so much that they are having to clear the streets already. Happy Winter! #
11:14 Oh and good morning all :) #
11:58 bit.ly/9pf4F Awesome funny Sci-Fi story #
14:17 Why is there so much I want to read and so little time? When am I supposed to play computer games or write? #
15:45 This is awesome: www.whereiwrite.org/index.php Kyle Cassidy portraits scifi & fantasy authors in the writing spot. #
15:47 Also - when I grow up I wanna be @Scalzi #
15:51 This is my 5600th tweet... that is a scary large number. #
16:23 I may have found a title for my short story - "Don't Stop". What do you think? Should I keep it? #
16:53 Writing: bit.ly/3aOzHF Part 7 of Don't Stop. I haz a title! #
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7:13 hmm, since I am done with writing for now I should go take some chicken out to defrost and maybe color my hair... #
19:50 Am currently poured out in the sofa after gourging myself on delicious soup - now it's time for Godfather 2 #

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Fri, 06 Nov 2009 19:01:40 GMT

21:01 Watching V for Vendetta - this movie is so very very good. The words *sigh* #
01:00 Caught up with #Glee and it is seriously awesome in all it's stereotyped badly lipsynced madness :) #
02:15 "I'm a doctor not a fighter pilot" #
02:56 Grmlgh... So tired - just finished coding (and watching of s1 SGA eps) and I think now is the time for bed *nods* #
10:15 Good morning people *yawns* #
10:37 Oh look an idiot: trunc.it/35h19 *shakes head* #
13:06 On my way back home from swimming, so damned tired today. #
13:55 My husband started twittering - because of #FM2010 :) #
15:08 #SPN was freaking awesome! I haven't laughed this much in quite a while. I <3 the Trickster :) #
16:56 twitpic.com/ohia5 Sometimes the images in my head are so strong they defeat my inability to draw properly. These are Marie's outfits #
18:14 Writing: part 6/? trunc.it/348my Original work - warning: a bit of gory description today #</ li>
18:15 Now i'm gonna start dinner and walk the dog like a good girl. #
18:51 ok, pancake is in the oven and now to walk the doggy... #

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Thu, 05 Nov 2009 19:01:46 GMT

00:07 Mini-nano count for the day - 870 words, some of which is the unfinished White Collar-fic :) This is going well! #
00:25 I'm thinking coffee and maybe some Ben & Jerry's and then more writing :) #
00:54 Great post on tor.com - winners of steampunk photo contest: trunc.it/32iui Some awesome costumes/photos #
00:56 hmm.. still sitting here staring at the screen... maybe less than 6 hours sleep wasn't such a bright plan... didn't get a nap today #
01:28 I hear someone in need of words! *stikes pose* I deliver - Sage, Jovial, Slick, Rattlesnake and also Curling Iron. #
02:05 I'm collecting images of CK for my celeb20in20 and I just got to The Two Live Crew Job, the wet fightscene... more tanktops I say! More! #
02:47 ok, my eyes are crossing - time for bed. *waves to all* #
11:56 Good morning all, I slept in a bit today but have now had breakfast and is having coffee. Oh and it's snowing - really snowing - today :) #
12:08 I think i'm gonna get dressed and take the dog for a walk :) You guys want twitpics of the snow? #
12:36 trunc.it/33jis This is the path I take when walking my doggy (who's butt yo
u can also see) #
12:39 trunc.it/34jkp This is the water just to the right of my doggy-walking path. #
12:41 trunc.it/33fvj - and just to show I do not infact live in the wilderness, houses! This is to the left on said path. #
15:47 I am watching V for Vendetta today. anyone else? #
15:48 Have been sorting stuff in my room/office while listening to my musical-playlist. There might have been a dance-step or two :) #
16:23 twitpic.com/od3em My dog is adorable,
there are too many toys in his basket so he lay down beside it instead. :) #
16:43 gah! The sound on my computer is making me crazy, it crackles randomly juuust enough to be annoying. #
18:06 I wish I could draw - I have such a perfect image of Marie in my head and I KNOW I couldn't do it justice... #
18:50 I really want this @threadless tee: bit.ly/28oQmc #
19:46 twitpic.com/odsce It stopped snowing, now it's just pretty. #

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Wed, 04 Nov 2009 19:03:19 GMT

21:15 Can someone give me a name of a slightly reserved steampunk genious who hires out his services? #
23:27 On my way home! Have to post my mini-nano wordcount when I get in. It's been written today even if the post get's in a min or two too late.. #
00:42 Writing: Chrysopoeia Short Story 3/? trunc.it/32ww2 Mini-nano wordcount of the day = 506 :) #
01:22 Oh, if anyone happens to miss a few words I found these under my desk: Wonky, Obsidian, Prickly and Lychee #
01:43 I should go to sleep but my brain does not agree... it keeps feedin me story snippets and images... #
02:27 Ok, beginning of WC-fic down on screen and now I really must go to bed. Behave while I'm gone darlings! #
09:45 Good morning! @ingenmannen made me sandwiches this morning, he is the bestest husband ever :) #
14:06 Swimming was a bust today - too many people in the pool... so came home, had food and watched V. Now it's time to write, Chrysopoeia first. #
14:51 *is listening to Steve and is adoring his voice* #
16:03 Writing: Part 4/? of the Untitled Chrysopoeia Short Story trunc.it/30xmd Someone's in a bit of a bind :) #

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Tue, 03 Nov 2009 19:01:04 GMT

00:41 Ok, struggling writers of all kinds, have some words: Oyster, biped, fainting couch and defenestration. Enjoy! #
01:35 Writer-people and others what are your reactions to the word 2Chrysopoeia" - It's a potential title... #
02:09 Getting up early tomorrow to go swimming means time for bed for me. Good night everyone! #
02:15 Ok, really going now. *waves* #
09:39 Interesting, I'm so tired I was about to write this tweet in swedish *sips coffee* My back is killing me today :/ #
13:34 So tired... swimming + chinese food for
lunch = "it can be naptime nao?" #
14:13 OK, so no nap yet. Wrote a short White Collar comment-fic instead. Neal/Peter - trunc.it/2zmye Enjoy! #
16:33 and now it's time to pack my things and go off to my one and only workday this month... see you all later! #
17:22 @BinTexasI figured out where my OT3-ness for White Collar came from, the scene in the evidence warehouse when they shop for the party :) #
18:03 Time to head to the studio and see if I remenber how this works... #

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And today...

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 19:01:12 GMT

03:20 Sends good vibes to everyone looking for words. Also sends Aardvark, nimbus, cantaloupe and fissure. #
03:33 mrghl... need to head for bed now. Don't wanna sleep too late tomorrow *nodnod* #
11:12 I am up! And I have coffee :) #
17:55 Original Fiction: (still unnamed short story) 2/?, trunc.it/31a1k 606 words. #
19:35 *points subtly towards todays story post* trunc.it/32a0k #

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And today...

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 19:00:55 GMT

23:25 Fuckking awesome party. #
23:56 We have Jack and Sally, Silent Bob and Ash including both chain saw and shot gun- awesome party. #
02:09 Once again - awesome party. Am now a bit tipsy and have sore feet. Meet a really interesting person and had a great time. <3 Halloween. #
03:09 hmm... too tipsy to read stuff. Bed - bed is good I think. *waves* #
12:23 *yawn* Good morning people! #
15:44 oh man, I just took a look at what I wrote for nano last year - so clunky and rough and hard to read *giggles* Walls of text! #
16:06 twitpic.com/nv9pf - @ThatKevinSmith I went to a halloween party with my husband, couldn't get him to say a word all evening :) #
16:19 twitpic.com/nv9pf - I couldn't help giggling when he put it on - he did the eyebrows as well :D #
17:26 Writing: First part of unnamed original work: trunc.it/30opj Mininano day one, 253 words #
18:12 Pizzatiems! Totally worth having to go outside. #

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And today...

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 19:01:19 GMT

20:58 Can anyone recomend me a good fannish wallpaper community or site or the likes? Can set up rotating wallpapers in Win 7 :) #
02:57 Imma gonna try that sleep thing again... Night lovelies! #
10:46 I'm up, I'm up... and I have coffee - I win! #
11:09 Happy Halloween everyone! May your day be filled with fun and clever costumes :) #
15:14 It is just passed 3 pm and I am having my first run & coke :D #
15:50 Reading steampunk shortstories on tor.com to gear up for mini-nano writing while changing the tense of the first chapter
of my Leverage BB. #
16:04 Is it a good or bad thing when I smile at my own Hardison? :) #
16:13 Finally done with the tense shift! *dances* #
17:18 Now I am off to pick up thing and do stuff before the party... See you soon! #

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And today...

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 19:01:22 GMT

01:44 ... off to bed now. I hear this sleep thing is a great invention. #
09:44 Good morning - I am up before 10 am... the second day in a row. The sky must be falling... #
12:56 twitpic.com/ni62i - I found Steve's shirt, it's a tablecloth at a mexican restaurant :) #
15:15 Dear elderly man at the pool, please buy a pair of shorts - those briefs are showing me things I do NOT want to see. No love, me. #
15:15 Now to make coffee and watch SPN :D #
16:20 Last nights #SPN = <3 Great guest a
ctors in that episode. And lots of laughs :) #
16:49 I really need to go clean my desk now so I can move Pretty Alva in there instead of hogging the kitchen table... #
19:01 My arm hurts... I guess I didn't know just how much damage ti does not sitting at my desk... #
19:27 #cooking The meat lottery yielded $2 pork chops today so I am doing making a wok with pork, sugar snap peas, and garlic black bean sauce #

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Thu, 29 Oct 2009 19:01:50 GMT

21:33 Guess who is writing this tweet from her new lovely pretty blue lap top - if your guessed me you'd be totally right!! *hugs new 'puter* #
21:36 Thanks everyone - she is so pretty and shiny and fast and wonderful! I named her Alva as all my computers have had names beginning with an A #
22:05 #julie&julia I don't like real life drama movies based on a true story - but I really liked this one. Funny, sweet and well worth a watch. #
22:37 am liking windows 7 so far - am coming directly from XP so it's a bit of a jump. #
02:01 I have really early date with the vampires tomorrow so I'm gonna head for bed. See
you tomorrow! #
08:38 I'm up... at before 9 am. I didn't know there was a world at this hour. #
08:57 Ok, time to pack Alva up and get going. See you all later! #
11:09 Donated successfully and am not set up at the library - catching up with twitter before hankering down and finishing the last scene. #
11:17 I am having a moment of squee over being on my own computer at teh library :) Now to write some too... #
13:32 My tummy is telling me to get my ass home and give it some food - so I guess I'd better do that :) #
13:41 Ok, really going now so I won't miss the bus. See you in a little while! #
15:48 I am amused by the fact that there are stickynotes in Win 7 :) #

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Wed, 28 Oct 2009 19:01:00 GMT

23:03 Best. Zombiemovie. Ever. #zombieland #
23:52 So back home now with more coherent thoughts about #zombieland - Loved the characters, loved the voice-overs and the graphics. 4/5 #
02:40 Dear self, it doesn't matter how many times you check the tracking it's not going to update in the middle of the night. Patience. Love, Me. #
02:58 Oh hello 3 am feeling of worthlessness. Nice to see you again. Don't take this the wrong way but please DIAF. Time to kill it with sleep. #
11:12 Darn, seems like 9 won't even premiere in Sweden at all. And I can't find "The Vampire's Assistant" either... *grumble* #
11:17 *refreshes tracking on package with computer again* *sighs* #
12:12 This is even worse! I can see that the package has arrived to the store but I can't get it until I get a sms about it. *fidgets* #
12:22 I just realised, Cats is playing in sthlm when I am there - the swedish ensamble but it would be awesome to see it live... *ponders* #
16:05 I am now off for a very girly night - froofy coffee, Julie & Julia and possibly lots of giggling :) #

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Tue, 27 Oct 2009 19:01:10 GMT

22:51 I now have "America, Fuck Yeah" rolling in my head after seeing Team America after dinner... damn catchy songs! #
01:09 Made it to engagement 4 on Dollhouse_lims this time. I rarely get people who vote for my icons... need more practice I guess. #
02:33 Looking through screen caps from the Star Trek movie and the eye-fucking between Kirk and Spock is freakin' epic *grins* #
02:38 And damn @simonpegg makes some funny faces as Scotty :) 's gonna be fun to make icons out of. #
03:04 The clichés in employment ads make me want to stab myself in the eyes. It does not sound posher if you use big words pe
ople!! *facedesk* #
03:06 and seriously, why does every fucking place look for a super human for their position. It makes me sick and doubtful of my own chances. #
03:11 I'm gonna try this "go to bed at 3am"-thing... See you all tomorrow! #
03:46 *grumbles* In bed, just about to fall asleep when a scene for my Leverage BB pops into my head. Had to get up and take down notes... bed now #
11:27 Having blueberry pancakes for brunch so wearing Crawdad Dream today #bpal #
15:00 Out halloween shopping - the amount of christmas stuff is staggering... #

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Mon, 26 Oct 2009 19:02:16 GMT

02:28 I am apperently a maschocist - I just signed up to do startrek20in20 as well as the whedon variant this month :) #
03:49 I am glad I am getting a twice as big hard drive in the new computer - this one is down to less than 20 gig free space... #
04:27 The icondump of doom is posted: trunc.it/2uxbv Enjoy! #
04:28 And now it's time for bed... Take care everyone! #
12:43 Good morning *yawns* #
13:35 Woot! My computer has been packed and sent.... it's on it's waaay *prays for safe delivery* #
16:22 This @threadless tee is awesome: www.threadless.com/product/2069/The_Bag_O_Bones_Boogie/from,th+twitter #
16:29 Wearing House of Night today and really liking it #bpal #
16:37 This week promises to be rather awesome... dinner with @mart1na and her D tonight, Zombielands tomorrow, computer! and Girls night wednesday #
19:18 Now it's time to go off and have lovely dinner. *waves* #

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The icon dump of doooom!

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 03:26:20 GMT

I've been participating in whedon20in20 the last three months and I've completed my set all three times. I have not posted those icons here though so I though I'd remedy that now :)

Teasers:

THEMES

Hush	The Gray Hour	Bad Girls	Not the Hammer	Damage


Objects in Space	Three Flowers	The Message	E.L.O.E.	Heartthrob

CATEGORY - I ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU

1	2	3	4	5

ARTIST'S CHOICE

1	2	3	4	5

o-o-o

THEMES

Can't Take the Sky	My Eyes	Restless	Into the Black	Killed by Death


The Real Me	Briar Rose	Safe	Fool for Love	Warrior Woman

CATEGORY - SMILE TIME

1	2	3	4	5

ARTIST'S CHOICE

1	2	3	4	5

o-o-o

ROUND 3
THEMES

Out of Sight	Buffy vs. Dracula	Tabula Rasa	Halloween	Welcome to the Hellmouth


Convos w/Dead People	Fear, Itself	The Killer in Me	Seeing Red	Grave

CATEGORY - VILLAINS

1	2	3	4	5

ARTIST'S CHOICE

1	2	3	4	5

x Don't hotlink
x Credit is nice
x Comments are crack

And today...

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 19:01:14 GMT

22:12 #godfather was better the second time. Maybe I do appreciate drama more nowadays... #
22:17 Now watching #silenceofthelambs :) #
23:59 #silenceofthelambs I'd forgotten just how well written this movie is. Well filmed too. Very very nice :) #
00:46 *has totally not been surfing for GelaSkins for her not yet delivered laptop* trunc.it/2uhbb #
01:53 Fiction: trunc.it/2t65t "A Job Well Done" 228 words, a bit of gore. #
02:04 I really need a name for
my world... #
02:18 #whitecollar ok, this series makes me smile already :) #
02:21 #whitecollar "She'd rather wear the hat" *grin* #
02:51 *fires enabler-ray at @BinTexas* White Collar fic please :D #
02:56 #whitecollar Was Natalie Morales in this episode? She's listed as a star but I didn't see her... was I blind? #
02:48 This is amazing: trunc.it/2ujvp Like really amazing... #
03:25 Posted a little something on livejournal and now it's tim
e for bed. Take care! #
14:01 Caught up on twitter, voted on whedon 20in20, read mail and had coffee... now what? #
15:30 Seriously, there is a company called Morningstar which handles pensions and funds... Is Mr Lucifer hiding in plain sigh again? #

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