At the end of the day you’ll be ready. You’ll be sure. It’s a return to a confidence you used to have, just a different kind. I’ll prepare you and the lessons don’t need to be too long. You’re a fast...you were always the strong one. At the end of the day, you’ll be alone and I’ll be gone, and you’ll be stronger, just like before. I am surplus. I know. This is a return to the status quo. ~fin

.:Chapter 01:. “I don’t have time for games—” the clerk at the nurse’s station said, brushing him off and returning to her paperwork. “I’m serious, please,” Sam Winchester implored, holding up a picture...felt like he was staring into a funhouse mirror. Realigning the hooks, he said quietly to himself, “What if it doesn’t?” And with no words he considered, What if I don’t want it to ? COMMENT

.:Prologue:. Light exploded in the heavy darkness. The night quickly reasserted itself and rumbled with enough offended anger that the ground would have shaken, but there was no ground. He floated...off, his vision blurry. “Who’s Jason Bourne?” He asked, seeing the picture but not recognizing the face. The doctor shook his head in bewilderment, “I guess you are . . . and you know, Matt Damon .”

He drinks when Sam gets on his nerves He finds he’s drinking a lot lately He doesn’t want to fight He only has so much time left They don’t yell like they did when they were younger. They don’t war and argue. There’s no time for it. Any of it. So he drinks All alone, he drinks.

Smallville Season 7 Characters : Clark, Lex, Lana, Kara, Others Word Count : 6,000 [complete] Notes : The title is crack, the story is not. Warnings : Character Death Melly gave me a prompt and...his head, “You do.” He didn’t know how to reply to that and so he said nothing. Lex’s hand stayed on his shoulder and Clark looked down to the ground, saying absolutely nothing at all. The End.

post 'bedtime stories' It had been his habit of late to sleep very sound. He wouldn’t say that he had less to worry about now versus before, but there came a certain ease with knowing when, exactly...truth of her words. “Now you’ve got a nice can of worms to deal with, don’t you?” She crouched down across from him. “They came for your brother Sam. They’ll keep coming until they have him.” COMMENT

Coda to "Bedtime Stories" There’s a knock at the door and he’s awake but pretending it’s all just a dream. Sam’ll get it . Another knock and Sam’s playing the game too. Must be. Kid slept like a psych... “No, it’s okay—” “I’ll wait,” he said again, hanging up the phone and letting it drop from his limp fingers. Sam walked in five hours later. The End. or TBC . . . maybe? You guys tell me.

Waiting for Godot Clark A One-Shot Chloe and Lex Chloe Anne Sullivan tried to wriggle free of her bonds for the fourth time in a quarter of an hour. Lex would have respected her determination if...soon they would be in their own worlds again and most likely, working against one another, they both smiled, in unison. There was one thing that would always connect them . . . “Clark!!!” COMMENT

Don't ask me why I wrote this fic. I just had this image of a conversation that I needed to write. Lex and Oliver talk. No sex, no innuendo, just a conversation. A Mutual Understanding By JayneFaire...blood between them to ever go back. We’ll never be friends . He thought to himself. It was too late for that. They both recognized that and finally parted with a mutual understanding. COMMENT

superman is both human and kryptonian while being neither human nor kryptonian Zod pulled his punches. Whatever it was that motivated him to do so, Clark could feel it, right before impact. There was...unworthiness but he knew, like everyone else on Earth, it was up to him to find his way. And that felt good. It felt real and it felt honest. He was scared, but it was okay to be scared. COMMENT