Coming Home, A Kingdom Hearts Fanfiction

This was the first time in a long time that they had all wound up in the same place. In the same world. Under the same sky.

Kairi lay between them, the ocean roaring beneath them, breaking against the wooden dock. Destiny Islands hadn’t been the same without them. Kairi had tried to make a home for herself in their absence, but she had felt lost. But right now, laying between them, she felt a peace settle over her and knew this was what coming home felt like. What it felt like to truly be home.

None of them spoke, listening to the sound of the ocean, the calming roar of the waves as they curled and broke on the water’s surface, crashing into the shore.

The silence between them was heavy with unanswered questions and unspoken tales of their adventures. These were things they weren’t ready to share, not yet. Instead they were content to just be there, fingers entwined with hers, their eyes closed, hearts open.

Sora was the first to move, emboldened by his adventures, he propped himself up on his elbow. While Riku lay still, his own (mistakes) adventures had left him shy, silent, secretive.

Kairi tilted her head just so, taking in the sight of Sora moving closer to her. He watched her, eyes locked. Her lips twitched upwards in a soft smile that was almost expectant . It had been too long . Sora sighed, sounding so content .

He leaned forward then, and Kairi’s eyes fluttered, mouth watering. Sora chuckled softly at her, untangling his fingers from hers and letting his hand glide featherlight over her stomach. Kairi took in a sharp breath, goosebumps prickling on her skin where he touched her.

Sora moved his hand further, finding where her fingers met Riku’s and pulled them apart. Neither of them protested, watching in silence as Sora laced their fingers together. Riku turned, rolling his whole body over onto it’s side. His head was tilted to the side, long silver hair falling into his face.

Sora smirked, moving himself to sit up better, moving his arm from beneath him and pushing Riku’s hair out of his face, behind his ear. They both glanced down at Kairi then. Her breathing was faster, face flushed as she waited.

Then, without uttering a single word, Sora placed his hand back down to steady himself, and leaned across her to capture Riku’s lips with his own.

They kissed soft and slow, lips meeting again and again as if they were made to fit together. Every time their mouths met, lips moving together, felt like an unspoken promise.

I love you , it said in every tilt of Riku’s head, every gasp from Sora’s lips, every time they moved just a little bit closer.

But it wasn’t enough, they still had so much more to say and to give to one another. To her.

Their hands parted, finding hers again. They held onto her like she was the only thing keeping them from floating away. She held them back, her hands stroking up and down their arms, eyes locked on where their lips were joined.

She felt her stomach flip with excitement and anticipation, her heart racing. She bit her tongue to hide a moan, not ready to let them know just how much this was affecting her.

Riku was first to pull away, panting. He looked properly kissed, lips swollen, hair mussed and falling over his face again. His cheeks were flushed, pupils dilated. He turned his gaze down at Kairi.

Sora was first again, moving away from Riku and pressing his lips to her throat, his tongue pressing against her pulse point. He trailed his tongue along her skin, from her pulse to her jaw, to her ear. She shivered beneath him, gasping when he sucked her earlobe into his mouth. He ran his teeth along the sensitive flesh, coaxing a soft moan from her lips.

Sora locked eyes with Riku, a silent challenge passing between them.

Then Riku descended on her as well. His mouth found her jaw, peppering kisses across her jaw line, then along her cheek to the corner of her eye.

Kairi gasped and giggled, the sensation of both of them pressing kisses to her skin was overwhelming. But she knew it was just the beginning.

Riku’s hand parted from hers to her waist, pushing up the hem of her soft cotton shirt to reveal her navel. Kairi’s breaths came in short pants now, his touch leaving fire in it’s wake. He let the fabric of her shirt settle just beneath her breasts, moving his hand up farther between them, over her collarbone, to rest on her throat.

He could feel her erratic pulse beneath his fingertips, if the smirk forming on his lips was any indication. Kairi’s face flushed a deeper shade of red.

He used two fingers to tilt her head towards him, his hand moving to caress her neck. Kairi raised her own hand up unconsciously, brushing the back of Riku’s hand.

Sora watched the two of them in silence, his gaze sharp and curious.

Riku leaned down then, his gaze locked on Sora’s. Kairi watched them both, the heat and despite that passed between them made her squirm.

Riku kissed her and her eyes fluttered closed. She felt warmth pooling between her legs and she moaned, long and low, into Riku’s mouth, He chuckled, never once moving his lips from hers.

Sora let out a breath, and Kairi could hear him moving next to her. She could feel the fabric of the blanket they had laid out beneath them, stretching and tugging as he resituated. He was driving her to distraction, wondering what he was planning to do.

Riku pressed his thumb into the center of her throat, bringing her attention back to him. She hummed against his mouth in apology, moving her hand away from where his rested on her throat to run her fingers through his hair.

Then she found out why Sora had moved.

He pressed his mouth to her stomach, peppering open mouthed kisses over her skin. Kairi whimpered in surprise, jerking at the sudden feeling of him kissing her there. Sora and Riku laughed at the same time, Sora pressing his hand against her diaphragm to hold her still. Then he descended on her again, nipping at her flesh and causing her to gasp and jerk again. But this time he had a handle on her, pressing her down flat against the dock.

She moaned, breaking her lips away from Riku’s to tilt her head back. Riku growled in frustration, pulling her mouth back to his for another kiss. Kairi couldn’t focus on kissing him back, Sora’s tongue tracing circles around her navel.

She was gasping and panting, pressing her thighs together hard to gain some relief. She pulled at Riku’s hair, ignoring his sharp intake of breath. Her body already knew what was coming next and it wanted it desperately. But knowing Sora and Riku they were going to take their time.

She pulled Riku’s hair again when Sora moved lower, letting his tongue dip beneath the waistband of her shorts.

Riku groaned, dipping his head and biting her throat, hard in warning. She moaned at the feeling of his teeth biting into her flesh and bucked her hips upwards. She had to bite back a please on her lips, teeth coming down hard on her tongue.

She wouldn’t beg.

Sora pulled away from her then and her eyes fluttered open, beginning to protest. But they were both watching her, leaning across her to undress each other. This was the part that always drove her wild.

Watching with wide eyes as Riku pushed his hands into Sora’s shirt, pushing it up slowly, his hands tracing over every inch of Sora’s skin. Sora was driven back on his knees, panting at the feeling of Riku’s hands on his skin. Riku ran the pads of his index fingers over Sora’s nipples, rolling them until they were hard against his fingertips. Sora tilted his head back and moaned, arching his back, pressing his chest into Riku’s hands. Riku hummed in response, ripping the shirt over Sora’s head and pressing his mouth against the other man’s nipples. He sucked and lapped at them until Sora was a mess of moans and gasps, hips jerking upwards.

The sound of Riku’s shirt unzipping was next, Sora watched her while he dragged the zipper down low, exposing Riku’s chest and abdomen. They did this so slowly, Kairi wanted to scream. The had already driven her half crazy with desire, but they weren’t anywhere close to giving in to her. Not yet.

Sora didn’t focus his attentions on Riku’s chest, instead leaning over her to bite and suck at Riku’s abdomen. Kairi watched with interest, Sora’s hands finding the buckle of Riku’s belt and undoing it, yanking the belt from his pants in one swift motion.

Riku laughed in surprise, pressing his hands against Sora’s shoulders to steady himself.

Sora unbuttoned Riku’s trousers, tilting his head back to make eye contact with him as he lowered the zipper and inevitably pulled them down. Kairi watched Riku’s trousers moving lower, barring his skin. Sora left them to settle low on his hips, ignoring Kairi’s frustrated growl.

He pressed his hand into the front of Riku’s pants, cupping him in his hand.

Riku cursed, hips bucking into Sora’s hand, fingernails biting into his shoulders.

Sora rose, pressing his face into Riku’s shoulder, pressing kisses to his throat and chest while his hand worked Riku in his pants. He was whispering things against Riku’s throat, soft encouragements, begging him not to come too soon.

Kairi dug her fingernails into her stomach, her whole body trembling with need from just watching them. She would not touch herself, she had better control than that. Or that was what she told herself.

Riku pushed Sora’s hand away, his eyes shut tight. He was panting, sweat beading on his forehead. He was a million miles away from both of them, focussed on trying to keep himself under control. It had been too long since Sora touched him like that, he’d lost any stamina he’d built up to it.

Sora laughed at him, bringing him back to reality.

Riku growled in response, lunging for the clasp to Sora’s pants. He undid his belt quickly, not bothering to remove it. Instead, he focused on unbuttoning and unzipping Sora’s own pants. Riku was moving quickly now, a man on a mission.

Kairi pressed her fingers into her lower abdomen hard, slipping just beneath the waistband of her shorts. Sora locked eyes with her, watching, daring her to touch herself. She let out a strangled, frustrated noise, tears prickling in her eyes.

She brought both of her hands up, pressing them against her forehead. She squirmed beneath them, rubbing her legs together to try and get some relief.

Then Sora let out a startled gasp, calling her attention back to him and Riku and away from her own frustration. Riku had pulled Sora’s trousers down to his knees, exposing his hard length completely.

Kairi supposed the teasing had gone out the window, the moment Riku had almost come into Sora’s hand. She gripped the fabric of her shirt hard, watching.

Riku reached down, cupping Sora’s balls in his hand, squeezing and twisting them in his hand. Sora’s breath sped up, eyes wide. Then Riku extended himself further, bracing himself with one hand on the other side of her knee.

His mouth was so close to Sora’s cock now. He licked his lips, pressing them against the tip of Sora’s length once before pulling away, a string of precum stuck between them. Sora’s abdominal muscles jerked, making his cock jump in front of Riku.

Riku squeezed Sora’s balls again, his tongue lapping at the tip of his cock. Sora’s hands were clenched into fists by his side. His eyes were closed tight.

Riku released him and pulled away, leaving Sora knelt there, panting with his face flushed. Then, he turned his attention on Kairi. He crawled over top of her, his body hovering just above where she lay and he kissed her soundly. She gasped into his mouth, tongue darting out and tasting Sora on his lips.

Then he pulled away, kneeling between her legs and undoing the button of her shorts. He pulled them down without ceremony, dropping them next to her. She turned away from him then, looking over at Sora.

He was watching them, his cock still hard and throbbing. There was another bead of precum at the tip and Kairi reached her hand up, wanting to brush it off with her thumb. Riku scolded her, gripping both of her wrists in one of his hands and holding them over her head.

She made to protest, but it died on her lips when Riku pushed her panties to the side and slid one finger inside of her. She was so wet, one wasn’t enough, but she didn’t complain. Instead, she arched her back and moaned for him, her arms struggling beneath his grip.

Sora made a noise of frustration, drawing Kairi’s eyes back to him again. He was digging his nails into his thighs, gripping them hard to keep himself from touching his own cock.

Riku said something about patience, pushing another finger into her, moving her panties again to press his thumb into her clit. She moaned loud, hips bucking up into him. The pressure of his thumb on her clit was so delicious she almost came right then.

But just as soon as it came, it was gone again, Riku moved away from her, examining his fingers, wet from being inside of her. At first, she thinks he’s going to bring them to his mouth and lick them clean, but he doesn’t. Instead, he advances on Sora again, pressing his hand down between his legs, fingers circling his opening.

Sora bit down on his tongue, lurching forward slightly, his cock jumping again. Riku pressed a kiss to Sora’s hips, running his teeth along the sensitive skin there. Sora bucked into him, cock brushing the side of Riku’s face, leaving a line of precum from his jaw to his temple.

Riku gasped, hooking his finger and pressing it into Sora.

Sora cursed loudly, arching his back and squeezing his eyes shut tight. He tightened around Riku’s finger, his whole body tensing up at the feeling of him inside.

Riku steadied himself, gripping Sora’s cock in his other hand and closing his mouth around the tip. The noise that came from Sora’s mouth was halfway between a moan and a scream. His hands found Riku’s hair immediately, pulling hard.

Riku flicked his tongue against the head of Sora’s cock, working the base with his hand. He didn’t move his head at all. Instead he hollowed his cheeks and sucked at Sora hard, circling his tongue around him and working his ass all at the same time.

Sora whined and begged when he was close, pulling at Riku’s hair to get him to stop. Riku moved his hands away, but kept his mouth on him, head bobbing finally as he took in as much as he could of Sora’s length.

Sora was cursing loudly, whole body shaking with effort.

Riku stopped, pulling back from Sora with a wet ‘pop’.

Sora sighed in relief, nearly collapsing onto the dock.

Riku turned his hungry eyes onto her. Kairi’s nostrils flared, taking in a deep breath through her nose. Next to them, Sora caught his breath, raising his own eyes to look at her.

They were all a mess right now, of that she was absolutely certain. Sora’s hair was stuck to his forehead, slick with sweat. Riku’s own hair was mussed beyond repair, sticking up at odd angles from where both she and Sora had grabbed it. She could only imagine what she looked like beneath them, half naked and panting, her thighs slick and wet.

Sora moved first, despite the fact that he was still panting heavily. He lay down next to her, pushing her shirt up, past her breasts and exposing them to the ocean air. He took one of them into his mouth, tongue circling around her nipple, flicking against it any time she gasped and moaned.

Riku moved himself between her legs, pulling at her panties. She lifted her hips up to help him, watching over Sora’s head as he pulled them down and off.

Sora moved his hand away from her breasts down between her legs, spreading her apart with his fingers. He teased her there, his fingers circling her clit, but never actually touching her where she needed him.

She groaned, bucking up into his hand to chase her release. Sora merely moved his hand away whenever she tried, catching her nipple between his teeth as a warning. When she gave up, defeated, Sora moved his hand away, dragging her wetness over her stomach and back up to her breasts. He pinched her other nipple between his fingers, and she cried out his name.

Kairi could hardly take any more. This was too much teasing for how long they had been gone, she needed them to fuck her. Hard . No more of this almost but not quite nonsense.

She opened her mouth to tell them so, lifting her head up to look at them. But her breath caught in her throat when Riku dipped his head down between her legs, pressing the tip of his tongue to her clit.

Her whole body shook, every thought she ever had about how long they were taking, leaving her mind. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders and he muttered something, the vibrations of it sending a shock into her system. She was practically screaming now, so loud she was sure she’d alert half the island to what they were doing.

Neither of them shushed her.

Then, when Riku sucked her clit hard, she finally did scream; long and loud and keening as she came undone beneath him. Every muscle in her body tensed all at once, stars exploding behind her eyelids. Her whole body trembled and jerked and squeezed.

When she opened her eyes, both of her boys were staring down at her, a look of awe on their faces. Kairi blushed at the look of them and turned away.

But they weren’t done yet, that much she knew.

She was still panting when Sora pulled her up into his lap, parting her legs. She lay against him, letting him support her whole weight. She felt boneless after that orgasm, her whole body reduced to nothing but static.

Sora looked at her, his eyes questioning. She laughed a little and nuzzled her face into Sora’s neck, kissing him there in response.

Riku settled himself behind her, ripping open a foil packet and reaching around her, gripping Sora in his hands and rolling a condom down his length. Sora’s muscles tensed, cock jumping against her belly.

Behind her Riku pulled his pants lower, the buttons clinking against the dock, and tore open another packet.

She straightened up between them, Sora guiding her over him and easing himself inside of her. He gripped her hips and pulled her close to him, his eyes locking with Riku’s over her shoulder. He nodded at him, pressing his fingers into her ass. She jumped at first, the cold sensation of lubricant making contact with the head of her skin.

Sora whispered reassurances into her ear, his hand smoothing out her hair.

She moaned softly, one of Riku’s fingers pressing inside of her as Sora rocked up into her.

Riku pressed his other hand into her lower back, easing her forward just a little, his finger moving in and out of her slowly. She tensed, clenching around both of them, earning soft moans from them both.

Sora whispered something against her skin, and she felt her stomach flutter, her whole body relaxing again.

Riku pressed a second finger inside of her.

She tensed again, whimpering as he scissored his fingers inside of her. She dug her fingernails into Sora’s back, toes curling.

Sora smoothed his hand over her hair again, capturing his lips with her own. He kissed her soft and slow, the same way he had kissed Riku above her. She moaned into his mouth, bucking her hips against him.

He felt so good inside of her, but it still wasn’t enough .

She voiced her need, begging them both with soft little please, please, please ’s falling from her lips. Riku pulled his fingers from her slowly, replacing them with the tip of his cock. He pushed her forward again, even further so that Sora would have to lay down on his back to accommodate her. He complied readily, laying back and gripping Kairi’s hips to steady her. She braced her hands against Sora’s chest.

Riku buried himself inside of her, his cock twitching at the feeling. Kairi moaned, fingernails cutting into Sora’s skin.

He cursed beneath her, arching his back at the feeling of Riku’s cock sliding in and out of her. It pressed against him, moving along the length of his own cock, inside of her. Beneath her, Sora was paralyzed, her whole weight pressed down against him. He was at her mercy, living for the moments when she rolled her hips against him.

He could feel the pressure building inside of him, the intense pleasure of both Kairi and Riku moving against him. He couldn’t think about anything else other than where they were joined, the feeling of Riku against him, the way Kairi clenched around him every time Riku pushed in and out of her.

He started out slow, the pace almost insulting after how long their had all waited. Then, he gripped Kairi’s hair, pulling her head back and fucked her hard . Sora could feel the punishing pace of Riku’s cock, the way Kairi’s hips rolled and stuttered against him, hardly able to move.

He was so close.

They all knew it wasn’t going to take long, they had hardly controlled themselves during foreplay.

Riku was shouting something above them, Kairi shouting back. Sora’s ears were ringing, his eyes shut so tight he saw stars. He grabbed Kairi at the waist, crushing her against him and fucking up into her. He just needed a little more .

Kairi gasped and moaned and cried against him all at once, her face pressed into his chest.

He felt Riku reach down between them, brushing his hand against Sora’s length, soft, featherlight touches that made his stomach muscles tighten in anticipation. Then he pressed his hand further between them, the pads of his index and middle finger just barely grazing against Kairi’s clit.

The position was awkward, Riku’s hand trapped between them, but it was effective.

Kairi came again with another long keening cry. It was muffled this time from where her face was pressed into his chest. She clenched around both of them, her muscles tight, body shaking once more.

Riku withdrew his hand moving his hips faster still, no longer concerned with her pleasure as she panted between them. His eyes locked with Sora’s, his hand traveling down between them, still slick with Kairi’s cum.

He pressed his finger into Sora, eyes still locked on one another. Sora clenched around him, his muscles tightening. Riku moaned and winced at the feel of him, pressing his finger deeper hooking it inside of him, pressing hard against where Sora needed him most.

Sora came hard, biting his own arm to muffle the shout and Riku followed him down.

“F- fuck ,” Sora whispered beneath them, slick with sweat.

Riku pulled out of her slowly, a hand on her back to steady himself. Then he leaned back on his knees and to catch his breath. Kairi moved next, a bit shakily, pulling herself up and freeing Sora from inside of her. He looked at her gratefully, rolling onto his side and breathing hard.

She pulled her shirt back down over her breasts, but didn’t bother looking for any more of her clothes. She was too tired for that right now.

“Seconded,” Riku responded to Sora’s earlier statement. Kairi smiled, letting herself fall back onto the dock. Sora and Riku both busied themselves with pulling up their trousers then, making themselves look halfway decent just in case someone had overheard them.

“I’ve missed you two,” she said, her voice soft and filled with emotion, “this place just doesn’t feel like home without you here.”

Pompeii: Chapter 3 (my most hated fanfiction conclusion to ever exist)

Part XX – Vibrations

Everyone was still for a moment, not even daring to breathe as they heard the familiar noise of a cell phone buzzing loudly. Rose bit her lip and stared at Donna, waiting for her to answer and wondering just how much she should tell her Doctor about what’s been going on around Pompeii. She didn’t want to risk the reapers coming back again. Not like they did when she rescued her father.

Then, even Donna looked confused when the mobile kept buzzing without anyone answering it. She looked at Jack and then at her Doctor. They were both staring at Donna, but she put her hands on her hips and glared at them.

“Oi, someone gonna answer that?” She asked, just as the mobile stopped buzzing. The Doctor and Jack exchanged glances before staring beyond Donna at Rose, questioningly.

“Jackie?” The Doctor asked suddenly. She shook her head and shrugged.

“Wasn’t me,” she answered in a matter-of-fact tone. The group exchanged glances just as the buzzing started up again, coming from the direction of their new friend from The Sisterhood. She groaned, finally grabbing the phone from her waist and answering it in a very modern, Scottish accent.

“This better be important,” she hissed angrily into the phone, turning slightly away from the group to continue her conversation with some semblance of privacy.

“So,” The Doctor said, turning back to Rose, “who’re your friends?” She bit her lip and with a sigh hoped this wouldn’t bring more reapers.

“Doctor, this is Donna, your future companion.” The Doctor blinked and arched his eyebrow with a frown.

“What do you mean “future companion”, Rose?” He asked.

“Maybe I can explain,” The Doctor in the pinstriped suit began, emerging from the shadows. The Doctor in leather gazed at him in surprise.

“But–” He began, shocked to see himself here.

“This is supposed to be impossible,” The pinstriped Doctor finished, “Yeah, I know. But I’ve long since stopped referring to things as “impossible” there is so much we have left to learn.”

“How did I not know?” The Doctor in leather asked, brow furrowed.

“I’m not sure,” The Doctor in pin stripes answered him, “we don’t know the answer to everything.” He put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat and rocked on his heels, uncomfortably.

Part XXI – Doomsday

The ground shook beneath them once more and The Doctor in pin stripes stared off at Mount Vesuvius just as Amy hung up her mobile phone, huffing angrily and bringing attention back to herself.

“This one of yours then?” The Doctor in leather asked, nodding towards her. The Doctor in pinstripes turned and arched an eyebrow.

“No, she’s part of The Sisterhood.” Amy hid her mobile in her robes quickly, trying her hardest to look innocent, but they had already seen her pull it out and talk on it.

“Guess I owe you an explanation…” Amy began, as the familiar sound of the TARDIS materializing filled her ears. She broke out into a grin, turning around just as another blue police box finally managed to materialize in Pompeii.

“Orrrr not,” Amy said, smiling wider as the door creaked open and The Doctor and Rory tumbled out.

“Amy,” Her Doctor began, taking her in, “you look…odd,” he continued, wincing a little as if her appearance offended him. The Doctor in pin stripes and The Doctor in leather exchanged horrified glanced that were not lost on Amy.

“Well,” she said, hurrying towards the TARDIS, “would love to tell you all about what I went through, but we’ve gotta get into the TARDIS right now or–“

“Rose?” Her Doctor asked suddenly. Amy’s shoulders slumped.

“That,” Amy finished, defeated as she turned around to see the blonde peeking out from behind Donna. Rory looked over at her questioningly and she shrugged, standing in the doorway of the TARDIS wondering just how insanely strange this must be for the blonde.

“Doctor?” Rose asked, pushing her way from behind Donna and towards the new Doctor. The Doctor in leather made a noise to stop her, but she continued on, stopping just short of touching him.

“How is this possible?” Rose asked, suddenly, turning to stare at all the other Doctors gathered around her, “and where am I? Where am I if you’re travelling with Donna and then these two? I’m never gonna leave you.” The three Doctors exchanged nervous glances.

“You know I can’t say, Rose,” The Doctor in pinstripes responded after a few heavy moments.

“But you’re safe,” Amy’s Doctor responded, “and happy.” The other two Doctors looked at him questioningly, but he did not meet their gaze. This was a delicate topic even now in his time stream, when he hadn’t seen her in over 150 years. Rose smiled sadly at him, reaching out and placing her hands over his hearts.

Part XXII – Run For Your Life

The ground trembled again, so violently it knocked a few of them off balance.

“Doc, as much as this situation warms my heart, we’re running out of time to get out of here before volcano day. We only have a few more hours.” The Doctor in leather turned and gazed at him, the look in his eyes was almost unreadable.

“Donna,” The Doctor in pinstripes said suddenly, turning to his companion before looking out at the rest of the people who surrounded him in turn.

“You two have to do this on your own,” The Doctor with a bowtie responded sadly, staring down at Rose, who still had her hands pressed to his hearts. Her expression was sad, but it also held acceptance and love.

The Doctor in pinstripes swallowed the lump in his throat and took Donna’s hand for support. She stared at him with a sad look in her eyes, but allowed him to begin to lead her away.

However, when Rose heard them begin to walk off, she turned from The Doctor with the bow tie and rushed towards the pinstriped Doctor.

“Wait,” she said, running to him and throwing herself into his arms. He caught her easily, his body molding to hers perfectly. Even after all this time, she still fit so completely into his arms and in his hearts. He breathed in her scent and held her tightly for a long time, until she struggled in his arms.

“I love you,” she whispered in his ear, so quietly he could hardly hear it and then kissed his cheek before backing away. He just stared at her, not sure how to respond to what she just said, but not because he didn’t love her too. No, he just didn’t think it was right for him to say it, not while her current Doctor was standing right over there.

“And I love you,” Rose continued, turning towards The Doctor with the bow tie who stared at her, almost in disbelief.

“Rose Tyler,” The Doctor with the bowtie responded suddenly with a soft, almost saddened, grin.

“And I love you,” she whispered towards the darkness, watching as another man with grey hair and a haggard expression emerged. He smiled softly.

“And I love you, Rose Tyler,” he responded, not willing to wait to say it anymore. She needed to know right then how he felt about her. He watched as Amy and Rory exchanged worried glances. The Doctor in leather looked angry for a moment, but also scared and they all knew why.

“Good-bye Rose,” The Doctor in pinstripes said suddenly, grabbing Donna’s hand once more and retreating into the darkness. The Doctor with the bow tie, echoed his statement sadly, eyes teary as he turned his back and followed Amy and Rory into his TARDIS.

Rose isn’t sure how to feel for a few moments as she watches her Doctor’s all begin to leave one by one. She knows, in the end, she’ll still be with him, but it still hurts to watch the others move on, continuing without her. Regardless of how safe or happy she is, it hurts her to know that in the future, he isn’t happy without her.

The grey-haired Doctor lingers for a long moment, reaching out and ghosting his fingertips on the underside of Rose’s arm, making her shiver. She turns away from where The Doctor with the bowtie’s TARDIS is dematerializing and stares up at him.

They stay like that for a long time, just staring at each other in silence until her Doctor in leather clears his throat awkwardly. Rose snaps her head towards him and smiles brilliantly.

“Good-bye, Rose Tyler,” the grey haired Doctor whispers in her ear, kissing her temple softly before retreating in the direction the pinstriped Doctor and Donna had gone in. Jack, who had remained largely silent during this heartbreaking exchange, took that moment to make the longest, loudest, most annoying “Awwww” noise Rose had ever heard.

“Jack,” The Doctor warned and Rose just grinned.

“And I love you, Doctor,” Rose said softly, making her way over to where The Doctor and Jack stood. Her Doctor stared at her, a small smile on his lips as he took her into his arms.

“I love you,” he said, so quietly into her hair Rose almost confused it as a breath. She smiled into his chest.

Part XXIII – The next Adventure

He had rescued Caecilius and his family as Donna had requested and they all stood on a cliff overlooking the city of Pompeii as it burned. Donna kept staring at him oddly, pursing her lips and furrowing her brow as if she was waiting for him to say something.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Donna asked suddenly as they made their way back to the TARDIS.

“About what?” He asked, unlocking the door. Donna looked at him a bit funny and then shrugged, pushing past him and into the TARDIS onto the next adventure.

Part XXIV – The Game Station

He couldn’t remember how he got here or anything at all from the past few days, it was as if his mind had been completely wiped of all recent events. And now, here he was in a house with Lynda with a y, on some sort of strange reality television show, separated from Rose and Jack who probably couldn’t remember anything either.

Part XXV – The end

“Doctor?” Amy asked, staring at him for a long moment, watching him dance around the console like a madman.

“Yes?” He asked, a manic grin on his face, almost as if he had forgotten the events of the last few days in Pompeii. Like time had been rewritten.

“Nothing,” she whispered, mind suddenly hazy as to what she had wanted him to remember.

In the far corner of the TARDIS, just out of their line of sight, a small crack in the wall glowed.

Pompeii: Chapter 2 (This is my most viewed fic on AO3)


Summary: There’s something very wrong with Pompeii and it isn’t just accurate predictions.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who

Notes: I know it took a long time to update, but I post blurbs once a week on my blog so if you really wanted to keep up with it you could read it there. Keroseneandgin WordPress.

Part XII – Twelve

He wasn’t quite sure how Rose Tyler ended up in this previous self’s TARDIS. He knew for fact what happened between them and what happened to Donna and obviously Rose looked way too young to have been in the time line where he had seen her again after Bad Wolf Bay. So, of course, he needed answers.

How could Rose possibly have been in Pompeii if not with his younger self and Donna? And how could she not even recognize his younger self? That was the most intriguing part of this. Because he knew how he was in his pin striped form and he would have never brought Donna to a place where another of his incarnations would have been. He swore he’d never do that again since Rose tried to bring about the end of the world in the late ’80s.

Of course he had later on when he had gone quite mad in his most recent form. Which led to quite a few interesting occurrences. The most interesting of which had been with River Song. He sighed at that thought. River Song had been a brilliant woman and she always knew what would happen next. He had been so lost without her for so many years after her death. He had been lost without Rose too.

He followed them from a distance, keeping to the shadows and watching as his younger self and Donna tried to talk to Rose. Of course, he had royally cocked that up and sent Rose running off into the middle of the night again, but they had to fix this somehow didn’t they? After all, he was still here and he could still remember Rose standing on that beach looking beautiful and his hearts aching when she kissed his clone.

That was one of the hardest things he had done. Giving Rose Tyler up to, well, himself on that beach so long ago. But without a doubt in his mind he knew even now she was happy. Or at least she would be as soon as he figured out how to get her out of Pompeii before they all died.

Part XIII – The Beach

Rose searched frantically for where The Doctor had parked his TARDIS earlier that day, but it was so dark she couldn’t see anything. She searched the pockets of her jacket to try and find a torch but to no avail. When it got too dark to see her hands in front of her face she turned around.

By now she knew her Doctor would be searching for her in the city and would undoubtedly be angry she had been gone so long. Especially considering the tremors from the volcano she had been feeling throughout the day.

The people of Pompeii were terrified in those few moments but seemed oblivious to the tremors afterword. As if someone had been reassuring them nothing bad would come of it. She knew it would only get worse. Until the people of Pompeii all died. Unable to be saved, even for The Doctor.

“Doctor?” she called out in the semi-lit streets of the bazaar. A few people stared at her. It was getting late and she knew she would have to find somewhere to stay soon if she wanted to get some rest. And since she couldn’t find her Doctor’s TARDIS the only other place she could think to stay was where she had met Donna and…she swallowed hard at the thought…The Doctor.

She couldn’t remember the way back to the house she had escaped the wrong TARDIS at, much to her dismay. So she wandered around for awhile, calling out to The Doctor (hoping at least one of them would show up) until her voice was hoarse and she was very nearly at the end of her rope.

She sobbed softly and sank to the ground next to an unfamiliar house behind some wooden crates. That’s when she heard it. People screaming, running through the streets and loud trembling footsteps. It sounded like a giant. Was volcano day happening already?

She stood to her feet quickly as the footsteps grew closer. She could barely make out the voices as she came from behind the crates to see what the commotion was. She didn’t even have time to process the situation when someone grabbed her hand, lacing fingers with hers and whispered loudly, “Run“.

And she did.

Part XIV – “Run”

He remembered doing this with her once before. Not quite with the same hand, but at least on the very same side of him. He lost that hand after his regeneration fighting the sycorax. It had been his favorite hand then, but this hand was becoming a very favorite of his now.

She held onto him tightly but didn’t even glance at him once. She kept her eyes trained forward so she wouldn’t trip and fall over the various obstacles in their way. He hoped that in every regeneration he had her hand would still fit perfectly in his.

The “monster” behind them, which was actually an “alien” called a Pyrovile was gaining on them. He heard Donna shout next to him, threatening to murder him in cold blood once they were finally safe again. He smiled, glancing over at her and then back at his Rose. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this happy.

Rose was smiling and laughing in-between breaths as they ran, the creature still gaining. He had almost forgotten how much she loved the dangerous bits of being with him. He felt his hearts warm and he smiled widely as they rounded the corner, creature crashing behind them.

“Get down!” He heard Quintus shout, throwing a bucket of water over their heads and onto the creature. It screamed and fell to the ground with a loud thump.

“Guess you can kill me then, Donna,” The Doctor said with a laugh, turning to his red headed companion only to realize she wasn’t there.

“Donna?” He asked, searching around frantically and tugging Rose along with him, not willing to let go of his pink and yellow human.

How long had she been missing?

Part XV – He Loves a Red Head, Our Doctor

“What the–” The red headed companion, Donna practically shrieked when Amy forced her into the “lair” of The Sisterhood. Amy bit her lip and stared at Donna. This was another one of his companions, another red headed companion. She wasn’t really sure how she felt about this. The Doctor didn’t talk about his past very much, but she found herself more than just a little jealous. And when was he going to tell her that his last self was so bloody hot? Especially for an older man. Well, not that much older than she was now…or he didn’t look that much older anyhow. She smirked to herself and licked her lips.

“Who the heck are you lot?” the red head asked, hands on her hips, bringing Amy’s attention away from the extremely attractive Doctor and back to reality, “If you think you can just kidnap me and not explain what the bloody hell is going on…” she continued, voice rising with every word. Amy sucked in a breath and grabbed her by the arm before anyone else could react and hauled her away from the watchful eyes of her sisters.

“Play along, okay?” Amy whispered harshly, trying to remain in character as much as possible, “I know about The Doctor.” Donna pulled away from her quickly and rolled her eyes.

“Of course you lot do,” she said, “I saw what your new seer did in that house, predicting the return of Rose. Givin’ him hope, then things go all pear shaped.”

“Rose?” Amy whispered, trying desperately to keep her voice down. Donna met her eyes and pursed her lips, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Rose,” she responded in a sassy tone, “you seers should already know about her, though. If any of you lot are worth anythin’.” Amy swallowed, and glanced at the other women in The Sisterhood. The rest of them seemed to understand, but she stood there, uncertain. She didn’t want them finding out she didn’t exactly belong, but this Donna was seriously getting close to blowing her cover. She needed to ask The Doctor about her and soon because she was not about to inhale those vapors and turn any more of herself into stone.

Part XVI – Rose Water

“Amy?” Rory answered before unceremoniously being flung to the ground of the TARDIS as The Doctor fiddled with something on the console. He let out a noise somewhere between a yelp and a frustrated yell as The Doctor shouted his apologies in the background.

“I need to talk to The Doctor,” Amy hissed immediately, voice barely above a whisper. Rory sighed.

“What no, ‘how are you doing Rory?’ or ‘I miss you’ or–” Amy growled.

“It’s an emergency, but I love you stupid face, now let me talk to The Doctor!” Rory smirked a little at the phone then before shouting to The Doctor that Amy was on the phone.

“Busy!” He shouted back, rushing around the console and checking the monitor.

“Amy says NOW ,” Rory said, using his best intimidation voice and tapping his foot impatiently. The Doctor glanced up from the console almost immediately and flipped a few levers before grabbing the phone from Rory.

“Hello, Pond,” The Doctor said brightly. Rory could hear slightly louder whisper-yelling coming from the phone as his wife admonished The Doctor for trying to put her off. He smirked and so did The Doctor as Amy very nearly tore him a new one.

Amy got quiet again, and Rory couldn’t quite hear what she was saying, but he watched curiously. The Doctor’s smirk faded, his eyes got glassy and his face paled. Rory had only seen him like that a handful of times and he could feel his heart rate speed up. Amy was in trouble, he knew it. Amy was in trouble and they couldn’t even land the TARDIS to help her.

When The Doctor finally spoke again, after a long moment of tortured silence, Rory was sweating.

“Rose…” He whispered, moving his mouth as if it couldn’t quite fit around the word. Rory raised his eyebrows, of all the things he expected The Doctor to say, he wasn’t quite expecting that.

“Sh-she was…” He watched The Doctor swallow hard and heard Amy demand he speak quicker from the receiver. He swallowed again, moving the phone to his other ear and trying very hard not to meet Rory’s gaze.

“Rose was…a friend…she was like you and Rory she uh, she traveled with me a long time ago.” The Doctor paused as Amy asked something else.

“Donna…” he said softly, eyes glassy, “she traveled with me too.” Amy demanded he tell her why Rose was so important. He turned his back to Rory then, voice soft as he answered.

“She’s Rose,” he responded sounding almost heartbroken, “my Rose.”

Part XVII – I Wont Leave Her

“I don’t mean to alarm you, Doc,” Jack began, walking close behind him on the beach away from where they had parked the TARDIS, “but we’re running out of time, that volcano is going to blow tomorrow morning and there’s nothing we can do to stop it. We have mere hours to find Rose, figure out what’s wrong with the TARDIS and get out of here.”

“You don’t think I know that?” He asked grumpily, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, “The TARDIS wont budge and I can’t find Rose without her. We all might very well die here.” He turned and locked eyes with Jack in the darkness then.

“I know,” Jack said, acceptance in his tone.

“Good,” The Doctor replied solemnly, “because I wont leave her.” Jack smiled sadly at his statement and nodded even though The Doctor had already turned away from him.

“I wont either, Doc,” Jack whispered.

Part XVIII – Water Pistol

“Nobody here but us girls,” The Doctor said, looking pointedly at her and Donna to let her know now was the time to escape while he was distracting them. She watched him for a few more moments, not quite sure what happened to make him change, but knowing now wasn’t the time to question it. She grabbed Donna’s wrist then and tried to sneak out of the room, but one of the sisterhood caught her other hand.

She tried to yank it away, turning over her shoulder, ready to fight the woman off. But when she turned, the look on the woman’s face stopped her. She swallowed, letting go of Donna and staring at the woman’s sad expression.

“Rose Tyler,” she whispered softly before letting her eyes flick up to a very annoyed look on Donna’s face. The Doctor was still talking to the sisterhood, keeping their attention while she and Donna stood still, uncertain of what to do now they had been found out.

“Don’t you want to know how I know your name?” the woman whispered, same sad look on her face. She shook her head and let out a quiet breathy laugh.

“I’ve seen what you lot can do, thanks,” Rose said, finally freeing her hand from the woman’s tight grasp. This time the woman laughed softly.

“No,” She said, peeling back her shawl and showing them that she barely turned to stone, “I don’t have-” she made air quotes and Donna and Rose exchanged confused glances-“the sight.”

“Then how are you here?” She asked, gesturing at the sisterhood, “with them?” The woman sighed and shook her head, glancing back over at where things had begun to go a little pear shaped for The Doctor. The sisterhood was getting tired of his antics and it looked like something bad was about to happen.

“Later,” The woman said, fitting herself between Donna and Rose, “now we run.” She grabbed both their hands and they ran out of the room, sparing one last glance back at The Doctor, who defeated that creepy priestess with a water pistol.

She and Donna both laughed in awe, eyes meeting as they exclaimed, “I bloody love him!”

Part XIX – Nine

“Okay,” Rose said breathlessly when they stopped running just outside of the city where it met the beach, “tell us who you are.” Amy stared at the two women, lowering her hood and opening her mouth to speak just as the ground rumbled beneath them. The three women flailed a bit, nearly losing their balance.

When the tremor had passed, Amy opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by another voice with a heavy Northern accent.

“Rose?” The voice asked, almost shocked. Rose turned towards the voice, breaking out into a huge grin, her tongue stuck between her teeth. Amy and Donna turned, narrowing their eyes at a man dressed in a letter jacket over a jumper followed closely by a very attractive looking man in a trench coat.

“Oh, Rose,” the man said, moving faster toward their group, arms stretched towards her. Donna spoke first.

“Oi!” She said loudly, effectively stopping the man in his tracks, “and just who do you think you are?” She stepped in front of Rose protectively and ignored her noise of protest. Amy smirked.

“Who are you?” The man answered back, so much sass in his tone Amy couldn’t stop her smirk from growing wider.

“I asked you first big ears,” Donna retorted, hands on his hips. The man behind him sniggered, earning a glare from the man in leather.

“Oh, big ears,” the man said sarcastically, gesturing wildly around him, “Haven’t heard that one before, your wit astounds me.” Donna snorted.

“Tell me,” Donna said, gesturing to the man’s ears, “can you fly with those things?” This time Rose giggled from behind Donna, trying hard to muffle the sound.

The man opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the man behind him in the trench coat.

“As much as I’m enjoying this,” he said, stepping forward and taking Donna’s hand, “We don’t have time for a sass off,” he brought Donna’s knuckles to his lips, “Jack Harkness,” he said smoothly with a handsome grin.

“Oh stop it,” the other man said, exasperated. Donna grinned at him, ignoring the other man’s annoyed glare.

“Donna Noble,” she responded.

“That is a very lovely name, Donna Noble,” Jack said, wrinkling his nose a bit and staring down at her wrist before releasing her hand, “A bit out of the ordinary for Pompeii…” he trailed off, staring at her other arm as if he was looking for something.

“Doctor…” He said, voice tinged with worry. Amy glanced around then, looking for the man who she saw moments ago with the water pistol, but he wasn’t there.

“I know, Jack,” the man in leather responded, gazing at Donna with a neutral expression on his face. Amy’s eyes widened in realization just as her cell phone buzzed loudly against her hip.

to be continued

There’s Something about Broadchurch: A Doctor Who & Broadchuch Crossover Fanfiction

There’s Something about Broadchurch

Summary: Honestly, this is based on a dream I had in which The Winchesters (including the brand new Christopher Nolan-Winchester) investigate paranormal happenings in Broadchurch and run into The Doctor and Rose who have also ended up there on accident while Lucy (not sure who she is) tries to keep The Doctor from running into Alec Hardy whist thwarting the advances of Christopher Nolan-Winchester.

Disclaimer:I don’t own Doctor Who/Supernatural/Broadchurch/(or Lucy probably)/Christopher Nolan/John Green

A/N:This is pretty…crackish but also very serious at points. I’m not sure if it’s crack.

There was something about Broadchurch. Something that went deeper than just poor Danny Latimer being murdered last year by DS Ellie Miller’s now ex-husband. No, there was something here. Something dark and terrifying or they wouldn’t be here.

On the bench by the ocean where couples usually meet I turned the page in my book. I was finally getting around to reading John Green’s Looking for Alaska when I noticed it. A black 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Now this could have been a coincidence since many of the people of Broadchurch drive older cars, but I knew.

I slipped my bookmark into the book and made my way over to the vehicle. It was farther off than I previously guessed, but I was not disappointed when I reached it.

“Hello Castiel,” I said to the man in a long coat with dark hair. He had his back to me and he seemed taller from this angle and his coat seemed darker. So when he turned around and I was greeted with a familiar but definitely not Castiel face I dropped my book to the ground.

“Do-doctor…” I said, voice coming out in a whisper. He blinked at me before breaking out in a huge smile.

“Yes well,” he said, smile faltering, “who are you?” I took in a deep shaky breath and reached out to touch him. He stood his ground like I knew he would be never backs away.

“You can’t be here,” I say, touching his chest with both of my hands and feeling both his hearts beat beneath them. He looks at me, puzzled. I guess he hasn’t met the DI yet. Alec was definitely not going to like this. The brooding detective didn’t like any mystery he couldn’t solve and as The Doctor went…well that was the biggest mystery of all.

“Who are you?” He asked me suddenly and I realized I still had my hands on his chest. I let them fall to my sides and stared at him before shrugging.

“I don’t know who I am,” I say, “I don’t know where I’m from. All I know is you can’t be here.”

“Well it looks like I can because I am,” he said with a bite to his tone and I smirked.

“Time Lord victorious?” I asked before I could stop myself and he stared at me. I realize that was a mistake because I have no idea where he is in his time line and I have also just let him know I know his worst kept secret. I know he’s a Time Lord. And I also know he knows he doesn’t know me. He never forgets a face after all. That must be hard.

“You’re human,” he remarks a little surprised and I smile darkly.

“I’m not, but good try,” I say, bending down to pick up my book. When I straighten up he looks at me in awe.

“You’re not extraterrestrial in origin,” he remarks and I giggle.

“I’m not but neither are Silurians and they’re not human.” The Doctor looks impressed. Or as impressed as he can be with a “human”. He scans me with his sonic screw driver.

“Where’s Rose?” I ask as he’s reading the results suddenly very much wanting to know. He stops and looks around him and suddenly I feel very at ease. He’s still traveling with Rose.

“I keep telling her not to wander off,” he sighs as he shoves his sonic screw driver in his pocket and I smirk. He doesn’t get to know what I am. Everyone is safer that way anyways. He stalks off toward the town and I linger behind next to the Impala.

I run my fingers over the glossy black paint and peer into the windows. I wonder absently where those boys have gotten off to, but wherever they’ve gone it’s better they stay away from me, I realize. After all I’m much different than they remember me.

“Ms. Smith,” I hear from behind me and I turn at the sound of my pseudo sir name.

“Detective inspector,” I say feeling my heart rate speed up and a blush find its way to my cheeks. Oh god why am I always like this with him. I haven’t felt this way about someone in cent—years. At least not since that man with the incredibly long scarf. I always did have a thing for men with scarves…and glasses. I smile at the memory and bite my lip.

“Does this vehicle belong to you?” He asks bringing me from my memories. That’s an odd question. The DI has spent enough time around me to know I usually don’t drive anywhere. Appearing places is much more my speed. Though I’m certain he hasn’t noticed that.

“Why?” I asked, not willing to sell out the Winchester’s so easily. This could be my car if I don’t like the reason they’re looking for it.

“Found four guys snooping about in town, say they’re detectives but their badges are in this impala here. I doubt that but the law requires I be certain.” I giggled. I couldn’t help it. His accent completely throws me off guard. It is the most beautiful rendition of a Scottish accent I have ever heard. Though I’ve never actually been to Scotland. Not really.

“Wait. Four?” I asked suddenly, voicing my thoughts. He raised his perfect Scottish eyebrow at me.

“Do you know these gentlemen?” He asks, looking from me to the car. I feel my stomach erupt into butterflies at his pronunciation of the word “gentleman”. Blimey I have it so bad for this man.

“I know three of them,” I say, “but the fourth one. He must be new. And they are detectives,” I say, placing my hand on the door of the car and feeling it unlock. “Their badges are right in here.” I open the passenger side door of the car and pretend to dig through the glove box but reach into my coat and pull out The Doctor’s psychic paper instead.

“See?” I ask holding up the psychic paper. He stares at me for a few moments before reaching for the badge(s). I release it and concentrate, keeping a neutral expression on my face.

“Doesn’t explain why they left them in the car,” he says, tossing the paper back to me. I shrug as he continues, “and it also doesn’t explain Christopher Nolan-Winchester.” I stare at him in disbelief for a few long moments.

“Christopher Nolan Winchester?” I ask, making a face. He stares at me.

“Do you know him too Ms. Smith?” He asked and I shivered. Oh say my name again Detective Inspector.

“I’m sorry?” He asked, arching an eyebrow again and I realized I said that out loud. Oops. My face flushes and I stare at the ground for a long moment before finally meeting his gaze again.

“I said,” I begin, “I do know Christopher. Not as well as his—” I imagine air quotes in my head,—”brothers, but well enough. I was not aware he had um….become a detective as well.” I turned back to the car to dig through the glove compartment again. And for the second time that day I tricked Detective Inspector Alec Hardy with The Doctor’s psychic paper.


“That DI Hardy is a hardass,” I heard Dean complain from the holding cell before dropping his voice and whispering to the other three men, “the car was supposed to be a distraction, we were supposed to be able to escape before he got back.” I chuckled.

“Hello boys,” I said once I was in their line of sight. The Detective Inspector stood next to me.

“Lucy here says she knows you,” he remarked to the men in the cell watching their reactions. I could tell he still wasn’t fully convinced. But they knew me alright. I could see it etched on all their faces. Even Chris’s which was a little unnerving.

“Miss me?” I asked teasingly as I gazed at the angry look on Dean’s face, the ever adorable confused look on Castiel’s face and the look of sheer surprise on little Sammy’s face.

“Del—” Dean began but caught himself, eyes narrowing, “Lucy” at the same time I heard my new name slip for Christopher’s lips almost like a prayer. I frowned and looked at him. He was ruining my reunion with the Winchester’s. They were supposed to all be angry or scared or upset. Not…I stared at him disgusted…enamored.

“I am releasing you to Ms. Smith here. Make sure you carry your badges gentlemen,” the DI practically growled as one of the officers opened the cell the “Winchesters” resided in. I watched as a second later the DI stalked off to go back to his office.

“Hello boys,” I said again as I turned to see them standing in front of me. I watched Dean’s hand twitch like he wanted to hit me but he wouldn’t do that here. He was too smart for that.

“Hello, Lucy,” he spat and I grinned. He had known me by a different name.

“It is wonderful to see you again,” I said reaching out and touching Dean’s arm. He flinched away and I smirked.

“Wouldn’t have to see you again if you died the first time,” Dean growled, his voice low and dangerous. I practically cackled.

“Oh come now, Dean,” I say with a smirk, “Christopher seems to like me at least.” I smile up at the apparently new Winchester brother who was gazing down at me so obviously interested. Dean looked at him and frowned.

“Anyways,” I say, playfulness gone from my tone, “I’m not here for that. I came to Broadchurch for a new start but something else is here. And it has to be bad.” The three brothers and Cas stared at me then.

“How do you figure?” Dean asks, searching my face for a lie. I take in a sharp breath through my nose. “Because you’re not the only one looking for it.”


“I believe you have something that belongs to me,” The Doctor began, ambushing myself and the Winchesters as we left the station. I stiffened and turned to him. This was dangerous he was way too close to the DI and also the Winchesters who had seen the DI and—

“DI Hardy,” Dean begins, looking The Doctor up and down.

“No,” I hiss under my breath, trying to elbow Dean but he moves out of the way effortlessly.

“DI Hardy?” The Doctor asks.

“Where’s Rose?” I ask at the same time. The Doctor stares down at me again and purses his lips.

“I still don’t know how you know that…” He mumbles before whirling around again and catching a glimpse of her gazing into a window nearby.

“Rose,” he calls and she straightens up and looks at him with a tongue touched smile. My stomach does a flip.

“Doctor,” she says in her delightful accent, “have we been here before?” “Nope,” he says popping the p as he is apt to do,

“I would remember, superior mind, me,” he reminds her and I’m thankful he didn’t use the words Time Lord in front of the Winchester’s. I don’t think they would take kindly to an alien time traveling detective who tends to muck things up quite a bit before he fixes them.

I’ve not forgotten that Dean is the king of overreacting. You eat one tiny piece of bloody pie and he never let’s you hear the end of it. Of course it doesn’t help if you also terrorized a whole town for years and maybe might have perhaps killed a love interest. Or two.

“Then why…?” Rose look confused and I could tell what she was going to ask. Thinking quickly I whipped the psychic paper out of my pocket and presented it to The Doctor.

“Is this what you were looking for, Doctor?” I asked holding it out to him. He reaches for it.

“How did you—” he begins, but I snap it shut and shove it back into my pocket. “Not so fast,” I say, turning back to my boys, “follow me.” And I start off down the road towards the diner I know serves the very best fry up in town.

“Doctor…?” Rose asks in confusion and I hear him turn to look at her. “Come on, Rose,” he says and I glance back to see him wiggling his fingers. She takes his hand with a brilliant tongue touched smile just as Dean Winchester rolls his eyes.

Perfection: A Twilight fanfiction


Summary:Edward leaves Bella in search of something a little more real. BellaxEdward, Edwardx?, Hints at JacobxRenesmee

Notes:The answer to your question is no, darling. I am not a Twilight fan.

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He loved her with all that he was and she loved him, but if love had taught them anything…it isn’t always enough. They stood in the woods, their woods face to face. Her eyes were brimming with bloody tears, his own eyes dry as he gazed down at her.

“I changed everything for you,” she sobbed, “I gave up who I was…for you” He knew this was true, she had married him, she had changed into a vampire for him, and she had almost lost her life to give him his daughter. Bella had done so much for him it was almost disgusting.

“I know,” he told her, “I’m sorry.” It was all he had to offer, a simple apology. He couldn’t put up with her anymore. Not her whining, her paranoia, her constant presence was sending him over the edge.

“I thought you loved me,” she hissed, bloody tears pouring down her face as she sobbed wildly, hands clutching at the fabric of her shirt. He watched as it ripped like paper in her hands.

“I do,” he whispered, “Bella, I do love you.” It was the truth, he loved her with all of his heart, all of his soul…but he wasn’t sure if they would last. They were too different, she was too clingy, too whiny, too jealous. He was too logical, too distant.

“Then why are you doing this?” She screamed, grabbing at her shirt again. He watched as the rest of the fabric tore, falling to her feet in tiny shreds. He sighed, eyes falling on her perfect body. She had supple breasts with a flat stomach and a graceful neck. Her arms and legs were both thin yet muscular. In essence, Bella was beautiful, heck even her name suggested beauty. But Edward had had enough of all this perfection. He wanted something real, something alive, breathing. He needed something human.

“Sometimes love isn’t enough,” he responded, sparing her the details of exactly why he didn’t want to be with her anymore. She was simply, too perfect for him.

“What about our daughter?” She asked desperately, “Don’t you care about her?”

“Of course I care about Renesmee,” he told her, inwardly wincing at how stupid the name Bella had chosen for their daughter really was. He wished she had just named her Carlie at least that was easy to spell.

“Why are you doing this?” She asked again and Edward sighed, choosing not to answer this time. He turned away from her and sprinted away. Bella stared after him, a gust of wind blowing her hair into her face. Her mouth hung open in surprise, stone cold hands trembling on either side of her. She could feel the familiar ache in her chest, a hole where her already non-existent heart used to be.

Edward had left her again.

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Catch Me: A Make it or Break It fanfiction

Okay, so I’m writing for another fandom. I’m kind of burnt out on JONAS right now. I’m trying to catch up on everyone’s stories. Like Faerietaleredux and suburbs. I’m sorry if I haven’t responded to reviews or reviewed your stories. I’m trying to keep up, but I can’t. I love you guys.

Now before I write this, I know that Sasha and Emily have a relationship as a coach and an athlete. I understand that, but the latest episode made me really want to ship them. Especially with the conversation between him and MJ. It just makes sense. Don’t like, I’m not asking you to read, but whatevs. Flame me, hate me, as long as you review =).

Dedication: Irrevocablyamanduh (who is like the only friend I have that likes this show!)

Catch Me
Shot One


Everything was falling into place. Emily had become easier to coach ever since that night that she had fallen into Sasha’s arms. She’d even become a better gymnast, much to Lauren’s dismay.

“Morning, Sasha,” Emily said, a little too sing-song for his taste. He blinked, wondering what happened to the cold girl she had been in the past. But, he guessed it came with the territory. He and Emily had gotten close over the past week. She didn’t even seem to mind that she had to show up early and she ended up spending every waking moment with him. She had no time for a life, but none of the gymnasts that worked out there did. Even if some of them tried to make time.

“Emily,” he responded, waiting for her to get started with her workout, but she just stood there, staring at him. He raised an eyebrow. “Well?” He asked, looking at her expectantly, “get to it.” She flashed him a smile and he was caught off guard, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. He wasn’t going to lie, he had thought some rather, unclean thoughts about the gymnast for the past few days. They were quite unsettling to say the least. Especially considering what he had gone through with MJ those few years ago.

“Yes, coach,” she said, giving him a cute little salute. He swallowed, feeling beads of sweat erupt on his forehead. He practiced self control constantly, he hadto. What guy wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to bed a gymnast. With those tight muscles and slender little bodies. He was, for the most part, used to seeing the rest of the girls parade around in their little leotards, but Emily was a whole different story.

He watched her do a flawless routine on the bars once, twice, and then a third time. Emily was a perfectionist, which made sense. She moved on to another part of her routine, satisfied with her routine on the bars. He remained mostly silent, which was really unlike him. His thoughts were being preoccupied by other things. Involving her taut body beneath him…

“Sasha?” She called, loudly. He didn’t even think to correct her on calling him by his first name.

“Yes?” He asked, snapping out of his rather impure thoughts.

“Catch me,” she said, smiling down at him. He swallowed.

“Haven’t we already been through this, Emily?” He asked, “I know you trust me enough to let me-” She didn’t even let him finish before she was already falling backwards. He scrambled to get into position to catch her. Luckily, he was just in time, receiving her tiny body into his arms. Another bright smile, arms wrapped around his neck.

“I wanted to see if you could do it again,” she said, pressing her nose against his and nuzzling him. His stomach knotted and his breath caught in his throat. His next action was to drop her onto the mats. She yelped in surprise, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“I can catch you anytime, Emily,” he said, a bit breathless, “anytime you want me to catch you…” She looked confused.

“Are you okay?” She asked, “why’d you drop me?” He swallowed. He didn’t know what to say. She had surprised him with her random show of affection. Emily stood up, hands sliding over the back of her leotard.

“I was surprised,” he said, trying to be vague.

“Why?” She asked, stepping forward, a sly smile playing on her lips. He swallowed, laughing nervously.

“Uh,” he said. This was certainly awkward. Emily came out of her shell and he…well, he was…”that whole nose thing, Emily,” he said, trying to be cool, “What was that about?”

“What do you want it to be about?” Classic teenage girl move, he should’ve seen that coming. He wanted it to be about her having strange feelings for him to, even if it was wrong and stupid and totally against ethics…

“I don’t want it to be about anything,” He said, “you’re here to train, not-” He stopped short when he noticed she was practically pressed against his chest, brown eyes gazing up at him innocently. This did not bode well. Whatever self-control he had left dissolved with her gaze, heart racing.

“I think you want it to be about something,” she locked her arms around his neck, lips curling into a pout.

“That has nothing to do with your tra-“

“All work and no play-“

“You’re becoming more like your mother every day,” he responded, causing her to pull back in shock. She loved her mother, but sometimes the way her mother used flirting to get what she wanted…

“I’m nothing like my mother,” she responded, defiant as ever. He smirked to himself, proud that he became in charge of this situation.

“Sure you are,” he said, arms around her waist, “you’re strong, smart, confident,beautiful.” She swallowed, chewing on her lip. Her heart was racing, how long had she waited to hear someone say those things to her? She expected it to be strange, but it wasn’t. With Sasha it was comfortable.

“I have a request,” she responded. Sasha sighed.

“Yes, Emily,” He said, “I will catch you again.” He rolled his eyes and smirked in amusement.

“No,” she said, flashing a smirk of her own, “this time I want you to kiss me.” He blanched, breath catching again.

“Emily…” He said, wanting to tell her how wrong that would be and how it went against the relationship they were supposed to have. The healthy relationship they were supposed to have. She stared at him, innocent brown eyes gazing into his. And he knew he couldn’t deny her. It would be like abandoning her after she had instilled so much trust it him. Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t want to. Denying her would be like denying himself. Even if it went against the rules and regulations and all sorts of stuff he…

“Please?” She asked, her voice cracking a little, just like the night she had stood in the rain, begging him to let her come back so she could be the best he’d ever coached. He couldn’t say no to her then, he’d be a fool to think he could do it now.

“I can do that too,” he responded, obliging her request. He covered her soft pink lips with his, facial hair ticking her mouth and chin. She breathed in deep through her nose. This was everything she felt a kiss should be like. Passionate, amazing, warm… She wrapped her arms around his neck and he grabbed fistfuls of the fabric of her leotard, pulling her as close to him as he could. He expected to feel guilt, but all he felt was the longing to have something more.

“I guess,” she began, pulling back for a little bit before he captured her lips again, “I should get back to,” she continued; he kissed her again, “training.” He sighed, staring at her.

“It would seem,” he responded. She smiled softly, unwinding herself from his arms.

“Thanks,” she said.

Anytime,” He responded. She smiled.

“I’ll take you up on that.”


I realize that their relationship is probably more like father/daughter, but I just…I wanted them to just be together.

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Three Seconds: A JONAS drabble fanfiction

My sister (Moon Bound Fantasies) is making me write this. If I get 100 reviews, I have to make it a chapter fic instead of a drabble. I don’t want to do that because this idea seems incredibly strange to begin with. So…yeah.

Three Seconds



Macy Misa sat on her bathroom floor, staring at the clear result on her pregnancy test. She swallowed and pulled out her cell phone, hitting a number on her speed dial and placing the phone against her ear.

“Macy?” Her best friend, Stella Malone asked. Macy sniffled.

“Stella…” She whimpered, dropping her test on the floor and wiping her eyes. She heard her best friend shift on the other line nervously.

“Mace, are you okay?” She asked, “do you need me to come over?”

“No,” Macy sniffled, “I’m not okay. I have to tell you something.”

“Do you want me to come over?” Macy whimpered shrilly.

“It’d be easier to tell you over the phone.” Macy heard Stella shift again.

“Mace…” her best friend said, her voice sounding dangerous, “what’d you do? If you messed up those red pumps, I swear to—” Macy cut her off, “It’s not about the pumps. It’s worse.”

“What could possibly be worse than ruining my red pu—”Macy cut her best friend off again, “Your boyfriend got me pregnant!” She sobbed into the receiver.

Joe did what?” Stella asked. Macy blanched.

“Wait…you’re dating Joe?” Macy practically screamed.

“You’re pregnant?” Stella shouted back.

“When were you going to tell me you were dating Joe freaking Lucas?” Macy said, her voice shrill.

“Oh, I don’t know, Mace,” Stella said, “about the same time you were going to tell me my boyfriend got you pregnant.” Stella sounded pissed now and Macy winced.

“It wasn’t Joe,” Macy said, hearing Stella sigh with relief. Was there really any doubt in her mind that it wasn’t him? Joe would never do something like that.

“Then who was it?” Stella asked, overlooking the fact that Macy, her best friend, had slept with a guy she had been previously dating…while she had been dating him. Macy mumbled something unintelligible.

“I’m sorry, what?” Stella asked. Macy mumbled something again. Stella growled in frustration. “Macy Misa! If you don’t tell me who got you—”Macy interjected, “It was Van Dyke, okay!” She shrieked into the phone. Stella gasped.

“Van Dyke Taush?” Stella asked. Macy rolled her eyes. As if there was another guy with that stupid of a name that went to her school.

“As if there’s another guy named Van Dyke that goes to our school,” Macy said.

“There is actually,” Stella responded, “There’s Van Dyke Moore and Van Dyke West and Van Dyke…” Stella trailed off. What was wrong with the people around here? Didn’t they know naming their son Van Dyke was like, social suicide? Though it didn’t seem to harm Van Dyke Taush…

“How’d this even happen?” Stella asked, “I thought you were smarter than that.”

“Apparently I’m not,” Macy responded, staring down at the positive pregnancy test. “Besides, it wasn’t like I wanted to.”

“Oh my god,” Stella said, “Did he force himself on you, Macy!”

“No, Stella,” she said, “it wasn’t anything like that. It just kind of happened too fast for me to even realize what was happening.”

“You didn’t realize what was happening when he was undressing you?” Stella asked, a bit skeptical. Macy blushed.

“It didn’t really happen like that.”

“How do you have sex with your clothes still on?”

“There are ways,” Macy responded, thinking of how he shoved her against her gym locker, kissing her roughly. She didn’t know why she even let him. She knew he and Stella were together. She guessed she just liked the attention. It wasn’t like she was getting any attention from the guy she really had feelings for. Seeing as how now he too was dating her best friend.

“Well…” Stella trailed off, “Was he any good?” Macy sighed, shifting so she was laying her back against the cold linoleum floor and staring up at her ceiling.

“Your first time is never good,” Macy responded, “especially when he only lasts like three seconds.” Stella giggled on the other line.

“Big bad jock, Van Dyke can only last three seconds?” She asked, more giggles.

“What are you talking about, Stella?” Macy heard someone ask in the background.

“Nothing, Joseph,” Stella responded, “Gotta go, Mace.” Then the line went dead. Macy sat there, stunned. Had Joe heard that whole conversation? She sighed, rolling over against her stomach on the floor and closing her eyes. She tossed her phone against the floor and felt the familiar sting of tears.

How could she be so stupid?

END &&

Yeah. I hate it. I just wanted to get the idea out. Review if you like it. Flame if ya don’t. I expect some flames now y’hear?

Unfaithful: Chapter 3 (There is no epilogue)

Favorite shirt


Kevin didn’t know what he had just witnessed. Well, it wasn’t that he didn’t know, it was more like he didn’t want to believe what he had just witnessed. He had always trusted his younger brother to do the right thing and make the right choices. Sure, there had always been rumors, but it never crossed his mind that there would be truth to them. It never occurred to him that his brother was blatantly disregarding a pledge he had taken; a promise he had made.

Now, Kevin wasn’t sure if he could ever respect his brother again. He didn’t know what would’ve possessed him to do something like that. And what was worse was the fact that he hadn’t been with—

STELLA!” Macy protested from downstairs, trying to pull free from her best friend’s grip. She didn’t understand why it was such a big deal that she was wearing Joe’s clothes. Okay, so she did understand what a big deal that was, but she couldn’t understand why Stella was making such a big deal out of it. Sure, he was her boyfriend and all, but it wasn’t like Macy hadn’t stolen clothes from the Lucas brothers before.

“Stop struggling, Macy,” Stella growled, “you’re the one who decided you were going to—” Macy growled in frustration, trying to tug her wrist free from Stella’s—pretty much—iron grasp. She was certain now that she was going to have a nice bruise in the shape of Stella’s fingers. Not to mention a hickey in the shape of Joe’s lips. Not that it’d actually look like Joe’s lips, but there would be a hickey. She could feel it forming now.

“Let me go!” Macy shrieked, pulling even harder. Stella pulled her father into the firehouse, her grip not even budging an inch. She wondered when Stella had gotten so strong. It wasn’t like Macy was weak, she was an athlete, for crying out loud. But, Stella did have to put up with three rowdy boys. The same boys that were descending the stairs right now.

“What’s going on down here?” Nick asked, jumping over the last few steps to stare at where Macy and Stella stood in the living room. Macy continued to struggle. If his brothers realized what she was wearing it was going to be obvious. She was surprised it wasn’t obvious to Stella. Maybe she was in denial.

“Macy here decided it would be—”Macy continued to struggle, debating on biting Stella’s arm to see if she’d finally let her go—”a good idea to—”Stella grunted, almost losing her grip—”Macy! Quit struggling!”

“Are those Joe’s clothes?” Nick asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at Macy before turning around to look at his older brother. Joe avoided his gaze, trying to focus on Macy and Stella in the center of the living room.

“Joe?” Kevin asked, moving farther into the room when he noticed how awkward things were getting for his younger brother. Joe tore his gaze from Macy slowly, turning to look at the oldest of the three brothers.

“Yeah, Kev?” Joe asked, swallowing when he noticed there was some kind of broken sadness in his oldest brother’s eyes. He wondered what had hurt him bad enough to make it overshadow the soft smile he had on his face.

“I think Macy is wearing your clothes,” he said, in a matter-of-fact tone. He motioned towards the girl who had now stopped struggling and was looking at the scene that was unfolding. Joe turned back to her slowly, he didn’t know how to answer that. He knew those were his clothes. He was the one who had given them to her. But, he didn’t think she’d get caught in them by Stella.

“I’m sorry I took them,” Macy said, meeting Joe’s eyes and trying to get him to play along, “I guess I haven’t outgrown my obsessive phase just yet.”

Joe sighed and chewed on his lip. He looked like the cat that ate the canary. If he would just play along they would be home free, but with him looking so guilty…

“It’s okay, Mace,” Joe said, “I didn’t really like those clothes anyway.” He shot her a smile and she swallowed.

“Joe,” Nick said, “that’s your favorite shirt…” he motioned to the shirt Macy was wearing and everyone in the room looked over at her.

“No, Nick,” Joe said, voice cracking a bit with nerves, “I changed my mind. That one isn’t my favorite anymore.”

Macy swallowed again. She was wearing Joe’s favorite shirt? Why did that make her more excited than it probably should’ve? What was so exciting about the idea of Joe letting her wear something he cherished? It was Joe and not Kevin.

She glanced up, looking around the room and trying to locate the Lucas brother that she was dating. She found him still lingering by the stairs and looking at her with sad eyes. She wondered what made him so sad, but now was certainly not the time to ask. She tilted her head to the side, watching as he crossed his arms awkwardly.

“But that’s been your favorite shirt for forever,” Nick argued, “you can’t change your mind that quickly. I know you, Joe.” Joe just shrugged.

“It wasn’t a quick change. It’s been going on for awhile.”

Macy turned her attention back to the conversation. Something had changed in the conversation. It was like they weren’t even talking about the shirt anymore. It was like they were talking about something completely different.

“How long is awhile?” Nick asked, “how long has this…shirt not been your favorite one?” Joe spared a glance at Macy and then one at Stella.

“Not long,” he said, “but I guess I spent most of my life really liking that shirt, but once I found a new one, a different one, a better one…I realized that I didn’t like that shirt as much as I thought I did. I realized that there was another shirt. One that fit me better.” He looked at her for a split second when he said that, a soft smile appearing on his face.

Nick looked over at her too, a frown forming on his usually expressionless lips.

“But what about your favorite pants?” Nick continued, looking back at his brother, “your new favorite shirt doesn’t match your pants. They go with another pair of pants.”

Macy looked over at Stella for help, but she was looking quite confused herself.

“Wait…” Stella said, “how do you know his new favorite shirt doesn’t match his favorite pants? You haven’t even seen it…” Nick and Joe ignored her.

“My favorite pants should be able to understand. They should understand that I really love this new shirt, and I really need this new shirt.”

“Your favorite pants don’t understand,” Kevin butted in, moving farther into the room and jumping into the conversation.

Both brothers looked at him in shock.

“Your favorite pants think you should stay with your old favorite shirt. They match better. It’s not about how they fit you, but how they match your pants. Besides, your new favorite shirt is my shirt and I’m not giving it to you.”

“What’s going on?” Macy asked, walking closer to the boys.

The three of them stared at her and then at Stella who looked equally as confused as Macy did.

“How did Joe come to like a shirt that’s Kevin’s?” Stella asked, “You two aren’t even the same size. Everything I make for you is a custom fit.”

“That’s a good question, Stella,” Kevin said, “one I’m sure Joe would like to answer.”

Joe looked terrified and at that moment it all fell into place for Macy.

They weren’t talking about clothes at all. They were talking about her and Stella. She was Kevin’s shirt, the one Joe loved, but…oh wow. This was confusing, even when you knew which shirt was which.

“Joe?” Stella asked. Joe swallowed.

“Stella…” Joe said, “You know I love you…” he trailed off, and in that second, everything fell into place for Stella as well.

“Are you…breaking up with me?” She asked, her voice strained. Joe looked down at his shoes, chewing on his bottom lip.

“I don’t know how else to do this,” Joe said, “I have feelings for someone else…and it isn’t fair to you.”

“Who is she?” Stella asked, tears rolling down her cheeks, “how long have you—”

“Stella,” Macy said softly, cutting her best friend off. Stella stopped talking and turned to look at where her best friend was standing, tears forming in her eyes too. Macy sighed, looking away from Stella and at Joe and then at Kevin.

“Macy?” Stella whispered, turning back to Joe, “it’s Macy?” Joe swallowed and nodded. Kevin took a deep breath in through his nose.

“I knew it,” Nick muttered before continuing, louder, “ever since that night when I came home and you two were upstairs watching TV and cuddling in one of the chairs. You told me you were waiting for Kevin and Stella, but…” Nick stopped there, shaking his head in disappointment.

“How long has this been going on?” Stella asked, more tears falling.

“About a month,” Macy responded, “it’s still really new.” Stella shook her head, a sob escaping her lips.

“Why?” She asked, “was I not enough for you, Joe? Why Macy? Why cheat on me with my best friend?” Joe shook his head.

“I don’t know,” he responded. It was a lie. He liked the way Macy responded to his advances. She gave him what he wanted, whereas Stella held out. She stopped him too soon. Macy never said no. It was lust. Or it was at first, but now he had real feelings for her. He wanted to be able to give her a choice, he wanted her to be able to tell him no. It was strange how it all happened. Maybe he was meant to be with Macy after all.

“I didn’t tell him no,” Macy responded, “it was purely a physical relationship.” Kevin and Stella looked over at her, eyes questioning. Macy continued, “I could give him things you wouldn’t,” she said, looking directly at Stella, “and he gave me the things I craved from you,” she said, changing her gaze and looking directly at Kevin. “I’m sorry you two had to get hurt like this.”

“No,” Joe said, “It may have started out as physical,” he looked at Macy, brown eyes locking with hers, “but I really fell for you.” Macy laughed and shook her head.

“Joe,” Macy said, “I get it. Stella is the girl of your dreams, I’m just the girl you wanted to use and throw away.”

Joe wanted to scream. He wanted to tell her she was wrong, but he didn’t know how. She had everything set in her mind as how it was supposed to be. He wasn’t going to be able to change that.

“Macy,” Joe said, “please…” It was all he could think of to say. He wanted her to believe him, but…

“It’s okay, Joe,” Macy said, looking at Kevin, “I guess this is good-bye, I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Kevin didn’t say anything, he couldn’t think of anything to say.

“I’ll send the clothes back after I wash them,” she said, smiling and turning around to leave. No one stopped her; the room remained in a stunned silence as she slipped through the front door and out of their lives.

END &&

Okay, don’t hate me for the ending. There’s an epilogue coming. I’m sorry this chapter sucked. I worked on it for a really long time. So I wish it could’ve been better, but this was the idea that came out. But seriously, it’s not the end. I’ll answer the questions about the whole “what about school” and stuff. I swear. Just hang in there and please don’t hate me.

Unfaithful: Chapter 2 (CW: Cheating)

So this story is totally addicting. I know, I’m so arrogant. Homfg. Anyways, before I start let me just say like two things.

First, for step by step updates on my awesome life follow me on twitter at imbrication! Please D:? and forgive me if this is a little weird.

I’m so pushing for a shower scene.

Chapter Two
Back In


Macy wasn’t sure why she couldn’t just be happy with Kevin. He was sweet, caring, and the best boyfriend she could ever ask for. But he was also against many of the things she craved. His younger brother, however, would give her anything she wanted. He would quench her thirst for certain sensations.

“Kevin?” She called into the boy’s bedroom at the Lucas’ house. The eldest Lucas brother had texted her ten minutes prior, asking her to come over. However, she had yet to find him. In fact, she had yet to find anyone other than Sandy, the boys’ mother who had let her in. But she doubted their mother even really saw her, she had been on the phone, talking rapidly while flipping through a cookbook and a magazine.

She called his name again, pushing open the door to the bathroom that the boys shared.

The door had been left slightly ajar, but even so, she still found herself closing her eyes as she made her way into the room. She felt the moist sensation of steam hitting her face and she opened her eyes, confused.

“Kevin?” She asked, walking father into the bathroom, wondering how the room had accumulated so much steam when the door had been left open slightly. She walked past their roomy cabinets, the mirror, and the sink before stopping to stand between the large bathtub and the shower.

“Kev—ACK,” she said, someone grabbing her arm and yanking her into the shower. The shower that was running with very warm water. She shrieked, moving against the wall and trying not to get wet. Near her, someone laughed.

“So not funny,” she whined, reaching to open the shower door so she could escape. She didn’t even care to look at who it was, she was too preoccupied with escaping.

“Mace,” the voice said, reaching out and grabbing her hand, stopping her from making her way out. She looked up then, her eyes locking with—of course—Joe Lucas. He had an amused smile on his lips, eyes dancing with laugher.

Macy swallowed. Her eyes roaming over her bare chest, willing herself not to look any lower. But, really, it was too late, her curious gaze was already moving along the contours of his stomach and to the top of his…swim trunks?

“Do you always where swim trunks when you shower?” Macy asked, looking up at him with an amused look on her face.

“Do you always check me out when I’m wearing swim trunks in the shower?”

“This is the first time I’ve been in a shower with you,” she responded, moving a little closer to him before remembering she was here to see Kevin and not Joe. “Where’s your brother?” She asked.

“What brother?” He responded, tracing his fingertips along her arm. She shivered.

“The brother I’m dating,” she responded, “he texted me and told me to—” He cut her off, leaning forward to whisper, seductively in her ear, “We really should get you out of those wet clothes.” She swallowed, shivering again.

“But…Kevin…” she tried to protest. Joe chuckled, ending her sentence for her, “isn’t here.” He reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head. She made no move to stop him.

“Where?” She asked, watching as he tossed her shirt over the door to the shower. He grabbed the bottom of the cami she had on underneath her shirt, removing that before he answered.

“He’s taking Frankie for ice cream,” Joe responded, “they should be gone for quite awhile.” He tossed her cami over the door and started to unzip her skirt.

“But he texted me…” she trailed off, feeling him slide her skirt down her legs. She stepped out of it, accustomed to being in this sort of situation with Joe. She shower was new, but the lack of clothing was not.

“Correction,” Joe said, tossing her skirt and he shoes over the shower door, “I texted you from Kevin’s phone.” Macy stared at him for a long moment.

“Joe,” Macy said, “that was incredibly, stupid. What if he reads it?” Joe shook his head.

“I deleted it,” Joe said, “I know how to sneak around.” Macy stared at him questioningly.

“You’ve done this before?” She asked, head tilted to the side, eyebrows raised. Joe shook his head.

“Not what I meant,” he responded, tracing the strap of her bra from her shoulder all the way to the top of her breast. She swallowed. She wanted to ask him what else he could’ve meant by that…but right now her mind didn’t see to know how to form words.

“Macy,” he whispered her name in a soft warning, reaching up and tugging her hair tie out of her hair, and pressing her against the wet wall of she shower with such force that it knocked the air out of her lungs. Joe was always rough and a little unconventional.

She gasped his name, his hand slipping between her legs, drawing circles against her thigh with his finger. She whimpered and moaned, arching her back into him and parting her legs farther to give him more access.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, pressing his lips against her neck roughly. She gasped when he nipped at her flesh. He was being so forceful tonight, so seductive.

“J-joe,” she breathed, pressing her palms against his back and resisting the urge to dig her nails into him. He took a small bit of the skin from her neck into his mouth, sucking gently. If only Kevin would touch her like this she wouldn’t be in this situation. She wouldn’t have to betray her best friend and her boyfriend. She wouldn’t crave this attention from him.

He moved his hand higher, tracing his finger along the line of her panties. She swallowed, nails digging into his back. He hissed, moving his hand up, fingertips tracing over her stomach, upwards to her neck.

She wondered how far he would go tonight when he traced his fingers along her bra, moving both his hands from their previous positions to rest on the clasps holding the article of clothing against her skin. He unclasped the first one and Macy took a deep breath. The air around them was moist, the water spraying against her skin. It felt nice, almost as nice as the feeling of his stomach pressed against her and his fingers undoing the second clasp.

There was one left, she realized. His fingers lingered on that one for a long moment. It was as if he were asking her if she was sure. She didn’t think he had to ask permission. They were both in a situation where they were using the other to satisfy whatever need their current, incredibly devoted, significant others could not satisfy. She was in no position to deny him.

He undid the last clasp, moving himself closer to her as he slid his hands up her back, pushing the straps of her bra off. She held back a whimper, feeling the fabric slide over her skin, shortly followed by his fingers. He was going slow, teasing her. She found that she liked it when he did that.

“Joe?” Someone asked, entering the bathroom, the two of them pulled apart, Macy clutching her bra to her body and praying silently that no one saw her clothing scattered all over the floor.

“In the shower here, Kev,” Joe said, “Invasion of privacy much?” Macy’s stomach churned, her heart racing.

Please don’t let Kevin see my clothes, please don’t let Kevin see my clothes, she thought, trying to stay as quiet as she could with Kevin still standing in the room.

For a few very long moments, Kevin remained in the bathroom with them. He didn’t come any farther into the room, instead, he lingered close to the doorway.

“Oh,” he said after awhile and that was basically all he said, turning around and leaving the room. He shut the door behind him and Macy let loose a sigh of relief. Joe looked at her and he sighed too, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Oh god,” she said, her heart still racing, “oh god.” Joe wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, burying his face in her neck.

“Calm down, Macy,” he whispered, “at least we didn’t get caught.” Macy swallowed hard.

“Yeah,” she said, “but how the hell am I supposed to get out of here?” Joe pulled away, looking down at her thoughtfully.

“I think I might have an idea.”


“Joe,” Macy said, her voice dangerous, “there is no way I’m going through that window with a harness on and in soaking wet clothes.” Joe chuckled, watching as she shivered in her wet clothes, rubbing her hands over her arms in a vain attempt to get warm.

“You could always go down naked.” Macy blushed and slapped his arm.

“I’m not doing that either!” Joe rolled his eyes and walked over to the counter, picking up the clothes he had set out for himself and walking back to her.

“Wear these,” he responded, pushing an old t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts into her chest. She stared at him questioningly.

“You’re going to leave the bathroom in swim trunks?” She asked and Joe laughed at her.

“Macy,” he said, a smile curling across his lips, “I live upstairs with my brothers. I can leave the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist. Sure, they’re probably gonna make some “put some clothes on” cracks, but I’ll be fine. You, on the other hand, have to go out that window. And soon.” Macy sighed.

“Why do you have a harness in the bathroom anyway?” She asked, looking back over at it.

“For the same reason we live in a firehouse,” Joe responded.

“Well, why’s that?”

“Not sure,” he responded, “now, take those wet clothes off and get out the window. Stop stalling.” Macy scoffed.

“I though you wanted me here, Joe,” Macy said, trying her hand at being seductive as she made her way towards him, using her fingers to climb his chest up toward his shoulder. He smirked and grabbed her hand.

“I do,” he whispered, using the hand that he had placed over hers to trace over her arm, over her shoulder and neck so that he could caress her face, “but Stella is going to be here soon…” he trailed off and Macy growled somewhere deep in her throat.

Stella, she thought, teeth grinding. The girl was her best friend, but lately she seemed to be ruining everything. Macy swallowed, chewing her lip. Where’d that thought come from? She was the one ruining everything. Stella wasn’t cheating on Joe with Macy’s boyfriend.

“Whatever,” Macy said, stripping her wet clothing off quickly and throwing Joe’s pajamas over her head. Joe watched her, but she was going too fast for him to enjoy it.

“You look good in my clothes,” he said. Macy frowned and rolled her eyes.

“Strap me in,” She commanded as she went and stood by the harness he would lower her from the window with.

“Yes, ma’am,” Joe responded, a smirk on his lips. Macy ignored how cute that smirk was, she was still a little miffed about being cut short because of Stella. Again, she wondered why she was so upset. Stella wasn’t doing anything wrong.


Macy’s feet hit the pavement with a soft, thud. Joe stuck his head out the window and looked down at her. She gave him a thumbs up, unhooking herself from the harness and making her way out of the alley.

“Macy?” She heard someone ask just as she had made it out. She turned quickly, going into a tae kwon doe stance. She hoped it wasn’t some crazy rapist or ax murderer.

“Uh…Stella…” She said. This was muchworse than either of her previous assumptions.

“What are you doing here?” Stella asked, walking closer to her friend. Crap. Crap. Shit. Oh god.Macy thought, smiling nervously and trying to back up into the alley without looking too suspicious.

“I was…uh…” Macy said, “I was just taking a—”Stella cut her off, “Are those Joe’s clothes?” She asked. Macy blanched.

“No,” she said, laughing nervously, “why would I be wearing Joe’s clothing…honestly, Stella.” Another nervous laugh.

“Those are his clothes…” Stella said, eyeing her best friend suspiciously.

“It’s not what you think…” She said defensively, “I…I…” she trailed off.

“I knew you were still obsessed with JONAS,” Stella said.

“What?” Macy asked before realizing that this was an easy out, “oh crap. You caught me, Stella.” Stella crossed her arms.

“Stealing clothes, Macy?” Stella asked, “really?” Macy squeaked and nodded.

“Yeah,” she said, “I couldn’t help myself…” she trailed off, giving Stella an “I feel so bad and so apologetic” look. Stella sighed and reached out, grabbing her best friend’s arm.

“Does Joe know that you took—wait…why are you wet?” Macy’s eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to reply, only to close it again.

“Uh…well…you just missed it, Stell,” she began, “freak rain. You know how it is around here sometimes…” Stella stared at her for a long time, eyes narrowing.

“Whatever,” she said, “you’re coming with me to return those clothes. Your obsession is so weird. I really thought you got over that when you started dating Kevin…honestly, Macy…” Stella continued to scold her, but Macy wasn’t worried about it anymore. She sighed.

Just when she had finally gotten out, Stella had to pull her back in.

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Uuuuh. I think everyone is a little OOC, but I guess that’s the point of this whole story. I tried to write it as OC as I could. Read and Review! I love getting feedback!

Unfaithful: A JONAS fanfiction

I really need to update Just Like Kevin and Even Better. Even Better has been on my mind a lot lately and I’ve been dying to write the next chapter, but like…I keep getting sidetracked thankstocayceandlaxmiandmandycoughcoughcough. Another story! This time it’s a Joella and a Kacy. And yeah, it’s preeettyyy steaaamy. So…prepare to blush.

Dedicated to: Faerietaleredux, who is the greatest AU writer ever and she gives the most perfect reviews!

Chapter One
What he Forgot


He didn’t know when he decided that Stella wasn’t enough for him. Sure, she was beautiful, amazing, talented, and a great kisser, but now he found himself in a strange position. Well, the position wasn’t exactly strange, not anymore anyhow. Now the position was familiar.

She was pressed between him and a row of lockers, her shirt abandoned somewhere near them. He had ambushed her while she had been changing, capturing her lips with his and shoving her against the cold metal lockers. She had protested at first. He smirked against her lips at the memory.

“Joseph Lucas!” She had yelled, shrilly and he had shushed her, pressing his lips against hers again. “No!” She yelled at him, a giggling rising in her throat as she shoved him away, “I’m shirtless and these lockers are freezing!” He just smirked at her.

“I’ll help you get warm,” he had said, pressing his body against hers and kissing her again. She didn’t complain once after that.

“Jooooe,” she said, pulling away from him and watching as his smirk faded.

“Not warm enough?” He asked, pouting a little. She giggled and shook her head.

“I’ve got to get dressed sometime, Joseph,” she said. He pouted again, staring down at her lacy pink and black bra.

“I like you better this way,” he said, leaning down to plant a kiss against her throat. She smacked him.

“Only you,” she said, smiling at him as he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him. He leaned down, running his tongue along her bottom lip.

“That’s new,” she whispered, a little dazed by his action. Joe smirked at her, tracing his fingertips along her bate back and up to the clasp of her bra. He fingered the clasps, staring directly into her eyes. She frowned, shoving him away.

“Perv,” she responded, holding back a smirk as she made her way over to where her shirt was, “aren’t you getting any from your girlfriend?” She asked. Joe narrowed his eyes at her, watching was she leaned over to pick up her shirt, sliding in on and buttoning it up hastily.

“What about you?” He asked, “is your boyfriend satisfying your needs.” She looked up at him, a smile playing across her lips.

“If he was able to satisfy me, I wouldn’t need you now, would I?” He stared at her for a long moment, eyes questioning.

“How far have you two gone, anyhow?” He asked, watching her pick up the rest of her things and run a brush through her mussed hair.

“Why?” She asked, “are you jealous?” Joe stared at her carefully, watching as she pulled her hair back into a high pony tail and tossed the rest of her belongings haphazardly into her gym bag.

“Do you want me to be?” He asked, deciding that question was the best course of action to take. He didn’t want her to know that he really was jealous that another man was touching her the way he touched her. Well, he didn’t really knowthat for sure, he wasn’t even sure that her boyfriend has it in him to be that intimate.

She stared at him, eyes narrowing and lips parting slightly. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get the words out, the locker room door opened.

“Macy?” A familiar voice asked. Joe and the girl exchanged looks, both of them wide-eyed.

hide,” she mouthed to him, picking up her gym bag and heading towards the front of the locker room.

“Stella,” she said, giving her friend a nervous smile, “what are you doing here?” Stella shot her best friend a questioning look, both eyebrows raised.

“I was looking for you,” she responded, “you always take so long in the locker room.” She laughed nervously.

“You know I like to reflect after practice,” she responded, “it’s how I unwind.”

“Well I wish you’d reflect faster,” Stella responded, “that way I’d be able to have more time with my best friend. I feel like I hardly see you lately. You’re either reflecting or out with Kevin or busy with school and games…” she trailed off.

“Or you’re out with Joe,” Macy added, staring down at the floor and resisting the urge to chew on her lip nervously.

“Yeah,” Stella said with a dreamy smile, “Joe.” Macy felt like she was going to be sick. Stella was her best friend, but she would never be enough for Joe. She didn’t think any one girl would be enough for Joe Lucas.

“Yeah,” Macy responded, “Joe’s great. Can we leave now?” Stella looked down at her best friend and frowned.

“What do you have against Joe?”

“Nothing,” she said, adding bitterly in her thoughts, but he’s got me against days, anyway. “Why?”

“It’s just,” Stella said, “every time I bring him up you seem to not want to talk about him.”

“Oh,” She said, “I didn’t realize I did that.” Maybe it’s because I get more than enough of your boyfriend on a daily basis, she thought, rolling her eyes at the ground as she headed past Stella and towards the entrance of the locker room.

“Well, you do,” Stella said, pulling out her phone to answer a text message, “a lot.” Macy rolled her eyes again, bitterly thinking, I wonder why? As she made her way towards one of the exits of the school.

“I’m sorry, Stella,” Macy said, giving her friend an apologetic smile as she pushed open the door that lead outside to the parking lot.

“I mean,” Stella continued, “I used to listen to you gush about Kevin,all the time. The least you can do is listen to me gush about Joe.” Macy swallowed, thinking about her current boyfriend. The though of him always made her stomach feel like it was in knots. It used to be the same way whenever she hung out with Stella, but that had gotten better now.

“I’m sorry, Stella,” Macy said again, “I’ll listen more, I promise.”

“That’s what you said last time, Macy,” Stella said, “And the time before that. And the time before that…and—” Macy cut her best friend off, “I get it, Stells,” she said, “but I mean it this time, I promise.

Stella sighed, glaring at her best friend and rolling her eyes.

“Whatever you say, Mace,” She said, not really believing her. She knew she’d probably blow her off the next time she so much as mentioned her boyfriend. Like, now…

“Wait…” Stella said, “Is that Joe?” She pointed towards the door the two girls had just previously come out of. Macy whirled around, her stomach in knots, her heart racing. What was he? Stupid? “I thought he told me he was going home early….”

Oh God,Macy thought, watching as he walked nonchalantly towards his car, whistling and jingling his keys.

“Joseph!” Stella called out to him, stepping around her car and glaring at her boyfriend with her hands on her hips. Joe turned and looked at the two of them, his face going white. Macy gave him a “what the hell, Joe?” look before staring at him wide-eyed. “What are you still doing here?” She asked, “I thought you had to leave early.”

“I-uh-forgot something,” he responded, mentally kicking himself for the suspicious “uh” he had allowed to escape between I and forgot.

“Really?” Stella asked, “What’d you forget?” Macy swallowed hard as his eyes shifted from Stella to gaze at her. She shook her head frantically, backing up a little and nodding towards Stella. Was he retarded? Stella could totally see that!

“It’s a surprise, Stells,” Joe said, gaze focusing on her once more. Macy hoped she hadn’t seen that. She really hoped she hadn’t.

“What kind of surprise?” Stella asked, still a little skeptical. Joe swallowed, willing himself not to look at Macy again. He already had two strikes. He didn’t need another one.

“A surprise to show you what an amazing girlfriend you are,” Joe said, grinning at her and winking. Stella couldn’t help but smile at that.

“What is it?” She asked, a smile still present on her lips.

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” Stella’s smile faded.

“When am I getting my surprise?” Stella asked, eyes narrowing at him.

“Soon,” he responded, “very soon.” Joe flashed her another smile and walked the final few steps to his car, unlocking it and opening the door.

“You know I’m not patient, Joe,” Stella said, frowning.

“I know,” he responded, sliding into the driver’s seat and shutting the door. Stella sighed, aggravated by his action and turning to Macy.

“Why the hell did he look at you when I asked him what he had forgotten?” Macy didn’t know what to say to that. Her stomach was in knots and she felt like she might vomit right then and there.

“I don’t know,” she said, surprising herself when she didn’t even miss a beat, “Joe’s always been weird.”

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It’s not done yet. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be a three shot. Do you guys like it? It’s kind of weird. I promise a JLK update. TONIGHT. Read and Review!