Title: The Layover Author: GatorGrrrl Fandom: Drake & Josh RPS Pairing: Drake Bell/Josh Peck Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 3,409 Disclaimer: I do not know these people, nor does this work of fiction necessarily reflect their life choices. No profit being made, no offense intended. Spoilers: None Notes/Warnings: bad words, angst, implied sexual situations Summary: Josh is in...
... Beyond the Stars, Heaven, Hell. We're fighting there, all of these gathered souls, to find who is worthiest to take on the Dark Mother, Ta'nnenger. Tanne. We've faced her once - or rather, James Drake did - though it's all a vague memory now of a dream world. I remember a red-haired woman shifting to a hydra, spewing horrors unimaginable, just a few seconds before Drake obliterated her with a...
...them at the curb. ===== JJ was in a total funk. Things just couldn’t get worse. He was trying to keep his emotions hidden, but wasn’t sure if he could keep hold much longer. Drake watched as his partner suffered in silence. Just the fact JJ didn’t even notice that Dee had come and gone from the room was enough to say something was seriously wrong. He hated to see JJ this way...
...and for the beta-ing. Chapter 2 JJ was bored. Dee wasn't returning any of his advances, as usual, and he really wanted to party. Most of his other CI buddies were on second shift but he and Drake weren't due for second shift until tomorrow. Guess it was a good night for cruising the clubs. Drake looked at him like he was crazy when he asked him to go along. One of these days, Drakey, I'll...
... good looking, dressed to the nines, had perfect penmanship – what more could he want? JJ continued to daydream while absently doodling on the paperwork he was supposed to be filling out for his and Drake’s latest case, an arsonist targeting apartment buildings. JJ sighed. Lately Dee had been even more aggressive towards him than normal, yelling at him almost every time he managed to get in...
[The writing is pretty sloppy and messy, hastily scribbled] Ow. Fuck. Ow. Dear 'Sphere, Medics? Gonna come down and uh... Yeah. Have some broken fingers. Note to the interested: don't poke Praise. Yeah, yeah, shut up, I'll be laughing too when I get painkillers. Love and kisses, Your Evil Overlord.
Title: Reservations. Author: jannika Pairing: Drake/Josh/Spencer Words: 575 Rating: a nice hard R. Author's Note/Summary: Josh can't believe Drake talked him into this. Just some threesome smut for Tay's birthday! I'm sorry this is late. Would you believe it's hard to read over fic with a 9-year-old and an 11-year-old in your apartment? It is. Anyway- This is for you you Tay...
