It's a marathon, not a sprint.

Oh and that whole keep the stories between 100-500 words? That didn't last for long.




I, Ice cream scream queen, SPN, Gen, PG-13

If it’s anything a seventeen-year-old Dean Winchester hates more than being woken up on an early Saturday morning, he can’t think of it. Especially with a little brother practically kneeling on his chest bouncing up and down, and talking about a haunted ice cream truck.

Dean listens to Sam ramble on and on. He’s about to push Sam off onto the floor when Sam says, “Then Jesse said it got this kid he knew back when he was little. Jesse ran back into the house to get a quarter. He heard this loud scream and when he came out, his friend, Roger, was gone and so was the truck. No one else in his neighborhood saw or heard anything.”

Dean yawns and makes sure his morning breath blows in Sam’s face. He laughs as Sam frowns and scoots off of him. “Dude, your breath is rank. What’d you eat last night, road kill?”

Dean flops over onto his stomach and lets out a satisfied groan. “Yeah, and if you don’t leave me alone, I’ll make you eat some for breakfast.”

Their dad’s out of town and since Dean’s in charge he figures that’ll scare Sammy enough to get him to leave him alone. If Dean had been more awake, he’d remember that Winchesters don’t scare easy. Minutes later Sam is back, his bony knees digging into the back of Dean’s thighs as he balances on Dean like he’s practicing tightrope for the circus.

“Get up, get up. I did research last night at the library, but I only found one mention of an ice cream truck.”

Dean shifts and knocks Sammy onto the bed beside him. He pokes and prods at his little brother’s ribs until Sam laughs and laughs, then hiccups. Dean stretches. He’s alert now and interested, but doesn’t let it show. He’ll get revenge on Sam later and it’ll be gross and horrible. Sam keeps talking, unaware of how doomed he is.

“So anyway, this woman, Pam Sawyer, had an ice cream truck back in the seventies. One day she’s passing out ice cream and the next, she disappears. The paper mentioned this one old guy had heard a scream near where she was last seen, but everyone just thought he was crazy. The reporter that wrote the story hinted that she’d run off with someone, but what if she didn’t? And why would you run away in an ice cream truck? The company reported it stolen, but no trace of it was ever found.”

Now, Dean’s really interested, and he can tell by the tingle in his stomach that this is probably a genuine haunting. By the look on Sammy’s face, he knows he’s got Dean hooked. An hour later they’re cruising suburbs in and around a small town thirty miles from Nashville, TN. It’s hot out, and Dean’s bottle of Mountain Dew is empty. Plus, all this talk about ice cream has him craving something sweet and cold.

They find the ice cream truck idling on a dead end street. Sam approaches and when Pam screams and reaches for him, he throws holy water on her. Dean’s there in seconds and together they salt and burn. Pam screams loud and furious, as she and the Ice cream truck disappears.

They rest for a moment before Dean pulls out the EMF reader. The lights blaze on and Dean and Sam look at each other. Dean goes to the car and pulls out some shovels. “Maybe her body is buried around here. If we can’t find her, she’s just gonna come back.”

There’s a small clump of woods and near the edge before it turns to a swamp, the lights go so bright they make a high pitched noise. Dean starts digging and the body shows up after five feet of dirt. Dean burns the bones and makes sure the fire gets it all. Sam stares at the brackish swamp. “Do you think the truck is in there?”

Dean slings the shovel up onto his shoulder and heads for the car. “Probably. We’ll stick around a few more days, make sure she doesn’t come back.”

They’re both silent and Sam is thinking about Pam and wondering if she’s at peace. Dean curses and opens the trunk.

“I wanted a snow cone!”

Sam stares at him and Dean looks seriously pissed, like the ghost would have really given him some flavored shaved ice. Sam laughs. “You are so weird.”

Dean grins, his teeth extra white against his muddied face. He thumps Sam in the head. “Takes one to know one, jerk.”




J- Jumpstart, NCIS, Slash(Gibbs/DiNozzo), NC-17

Tony blinked and studied the man kneeling over him. Gibbs’ hands tightened on Tony’s wrists and he squirmed. He bit his lip, as Gibbs pressed closer and rubbed against his pelvis. Tony tried to move, he didn’t know where he’d move to, but it was useless. Gibbs’ just shifted until all his weight rested on Tony’s body.

“Um, Gibbs?”

Gibbs smirked at him. “Yeah, Tony?”

“I thought you were planning on helping me with some new moves.”

Tony tensed as Gibbs licked a spot right below Tony’s left ear. He hardened embarrassingly fast, and he hoped he wasn’t panting as loud as it sounded in his own ears.

Gibbs chuckled and nibbled at Tony’s jaw. “I am helping you.” His hands drifted down and squeezed Tony’s dick. “How about that move? You like that one?”

Tony closed his eyes and swallowed hard. This wasn’t exactly sexual harassment, but he knew what happened when you fucked co-workers. He’d only been here for two months, but he was determined to stay at NCIS. Fucking his boss wasn’t how he wanted to do it. He gasped as Gibbs squeezed him again.

“I know what you’re thinking, Tony.”

Tony shifted minutely and cleared his throat. Gibbs’ hand felt really good on his dick and he wanted to give in and just go for it. His job or Gibbs? He’d bet one of his nice new paychecks that he couldn’t have both.

“What am I thinking, boss?” God, Tony thought. He liked saying that for once. Other times, at other jobs, when he said, ‘boss’ it had been said with noticeable sarcasm. Here, with Gibbs, the man was golden. Tony wanted to be just like him one day, so when he said 'boss' he meant it with every fiber of his being.

He’d finally found someone worth paying actual attention to. Gibbs made him work and work hard. Things came easy to Tony, but Gibbs knew that and pushed him to go beyond his comfortable boundaries. Tony loved every minute of it.

Gibbs kissed him and Tony couldn’t not open his mouth. It was Gibbs, Gibbs’ mouth and Gibbs’ hand now slipping inside his jogging pants, and stroking his cock like he’d watched Tony jerk off for years. Just the thought of Gibbs staring while Tony worked himself, had Tony thrusting into Gibbs’ warm, callused hand.

When Gibbs whispered in his ear, Tony strained to concentrate. “You’re thinking this is going to mess it all up. That in a few days or a few weeks, something will happen and you’ll be looking for a new job.”

Tony nodded and spread his legs. He felt like the easiest lay on the planet, but Gibbs’ thumb circling and rubbing the head of his dick was insanely good.

“That’s not going to happen, Tony. Know why?”

Tony shook his head and a small whine came out of the back of his throat as Gibbs moved his hand and slowly stroked Tony over and over. Tony’s eyes were open, but it was still hard to believe as Tony watched Gibbs lick his fingers, tasting Tony. Then his hand got back to work. Gibbs leaned in again, and looked him in the eyes. “Because I don’t want it to, and what I want, is what goes. Call this what you want, date women, fuck them, but the job will be here. Got it?”

Tony dug the heel of one foot into the wrestling mat below them and bucked up. Wet and slippery heat dripped onto his skin and covered Gibbs’ hand. He sighed and relaxed his entire body boneless. He smiled at Gibbs and flipped them over. The pleased look on Gibbs face made his heart stutter. He smiled. “Got it, boss.”




K- Kansas, Firefly, Gen, PG-13

Simon knew he wasn’t on Serenity anymore by the daylight and dark green grass that spread out around him like emeralds. He looked down at his outfit. He’d been wearing a white shirt and black pants. The Captain had spoken over the intercom about some disturbance and that was the last thing Simon remembered.

Now, he was dressed a light blue shirt, black pants, and a dark red vest. He touched the vest. It was sparkly and heavy. His shoes were black, with little glints of red that matched his vest. His black doctor’s bag sat by his feet. A sound made him turn. River skipped up to him, wearing overalls, a white shirt, her black boots and a straw hat.

Simon hugged her. “River! Where are we?”

She hugged him back and stuck a piece of straw in her mouth. She chewed it vigorously. “You’re late. I got tired of waiting on that post. Birds kept landing on me. As for where we are, well.”

She smiled and pointed at the ground. Simon looked down. They stood on a brick road. Some parts of it were faded yellow, while others where bright as the sun in the sky overhead. River giggled and said, “We’re in Kansas-that-was-and-will-always-be.” She put a finger to her mouth in a shushing motion. “There are no munchkins here, only Reavers. We need to go.”

They moved away from the shuttle and the legs that stuck out from under it. Wash showed up a few minutes later. Simon looked at him and Wash smiled. His nose had a black smudge on it and he had a pair of fake dog’s ears set on top of his head. “I wanted to be a beagle, but I’ll settle for a terrier.”

Simon’s faint, “What?” was drowned out by Wash and River arguing over whether Wash was going to bark or not. Simon was very confused, but figured moving on was better than staying still. Plus, River was here and that eased his mind a lot.

Simon let his sister pull him down the brick road until they reached a forest. Standing next to a tree trunk was Mal, glaring grumpily at the gun in his hand. He was silver all over. He mumbled something and Simon moved closer. Finally, after repeated mumbles, Simon made out, “Get the gorram oil can, or I swear, I will beat you senseless.”

River handed Simon the can of oil and he fell into a rhythm of oiling Mal’s joints until he could move. He glared at Simon and took the can. “Doc, you got some explaining to do. Let’s get a move on ‘fore the wicked witch of the west finds us.”

Wash piped up, “She’s your wife, surely she won’t hurt us.” He laughed, then hid behind River at Mal’s glare. They walked on, River occasionally talking about the flowers and birds around them. The bushes next to the road made noises like a bird was caught in the branches before Jayne stepped out from behind them.

He carried Vera and wore a furry tan coat. His orange hat topped his head, and would have looked ridiculous if not for the frown on his face. “Don’t know why I got to be the damn cowardly li-on. Ain’t no coward.”

River opened her mouth and Jayne said, “And I ain’t no girl! Crazy doc and his crazy sister. Knew I’d regret staying on this gorram boat.” He glared at them and motioned at the road. “Let’s get this go-se over with so I can get back to dreaming about Inara.” At the look Mal gave him, he moved away and trailed behind them. He sneezed occasionally, and muttered about the hazards of finding fur coats.

Things seemed to be going okay for awhile, Simon more amused, than worried. He stayed on the road and listened to Wash talk about dinosaurs. Then a woman appeared. She floated six inches above the road and was dressed in a black dress and black triangular shaped hat. She cackled at them, as Mal raised his oiled gun and took a shot. It missed her and she laughed again. “Hello, husband. Miss me?”

Mal shouted, “Damn crazy woman!” as he reloaded his gun. She raised a hand and suddenly Simon couldn’t move. He could tell from the groans around him, that no one else could move either. Saffron floated down until she stood in front of him. She tried to unbutton the vest, but her hands started to smoke and she screeched. She pointed a long finger at Simon and said, “Sleep forever and when you’re dead the vest will come off!”

Flowers rained down on them and in minutes all Simon could see and breathe were beautiful petals. He was the last to fall into the sweet scented poppies. A loud roar made him flinch and he opened his eyes.

He sat up to see Zoe floating in the air. Her sawed off shotgun fired at Saffron again and again. Saffron disappeared with an outraged yell of, “I’ll get you my pretties! And that stupid man with the fake dog ears, too!” Zoe turned to look at Simon, her red dress floating around her ankles. She waved a hand and all the flowers blew away. Everyone started to wake up.

Wash waved enthusiastically at her and whistled. “That’s some slinky dress, honey.”

Jayne snickered and agreed. He hid behind Mal when Zoe frowned and looked at him. Then, she smiled at Wash and pointed back at the brick road.

“Your journey is almost over.”

Simon nodded and made sure everyone was well enough to continue. They started back on the road and vetoed River’s suggestion that they all sing some songs. The sun was still high in the sky when they walked up to the gates of a gleaming, green city. At a huge door, Badger opened a small window built near the top of the door, and looked down his nose at them. “Got problems, do ya?”

Simon cleared his throat. “We need to see the Wizard.”

Badger laughed. “He don’t see the likes of you. Only sees fancy folk. You lot ain’t nowhere near that.”

Everyone winced at the shrieking of metal as Mal rolled his eyes. “Badger, just open the door before I fill you and your fancy hat full of holes.”

Badger sniffed and tugged on his jacket. “Bunch of rabble rousers you lot are. I’ll let you in, so I can see you get thrown out.”

Simon led the way as they trudged down glowing, green halls. In a large darkened chamber a voice rang out. “Who dares disturb the Wizard?” A shimmery face appeared. The man looked kind, his gray hair tied back.

Simon blinked and said, “Book? Can you help us get back home?”

The green apparition nodded. “Normally I would require you to steal something from the wicked witch, but stealing is wrong.” There was a hiss of sparks and the large face disappeared, and the lights cut on. Wash peeked around a curtain and pulled it back to show Book frowning, while Kaylee peered underneath a machine.

Jayne cleared his throat, but didn’t spit on the floor. “This mean he can’t help us?”

Book stood and approached them while Wash and Kaylee whispered and poked at the machine. “Of course I can.” He moved closer to River, and brushed a hand against her cheek. “You have a brain. Learn to trust it again, and you’ll be fine.” River giggled and nodded her head.

Book moved to Mal. He took the oilcan and used it on Mal’s neck and elbows. “Your heart is your ship. She loves you as much as you love her. Treat her right and you’ll learn to love again.”

Mal looked like he wanted to argue, but he nodded his newly oiled neck and stepped away. Book put his hands behind his back and circled a suspicious Jayne. After three circles, he took off Jayne’s coat and dropped it on the floor.

Jayne smiled. “I feel much better.” He aimed Vera at something in the air, but didn’t pull the trigger. “I’ll be able to shoot again now and people can stop thinking I’m a coward. Thanks, Shepherd.”

Simon stepped forward. “What about me? How can I get home, or wake up, or whatever’s going on?”

Book placed a hand on Simon’s shoulders. “Son, you just have to realize you already are home. Place your hands on your vest and say, ‘there’s no place like Serenity.’”

Simon looked at each person before touching his vest. He repeated the sentence three times, and felt a wave of dizziness. He opened his eyes to the bright white lights of his infirmary. Everyone was gathered around his bed, and welcomed him back. His voice felt scratchy as he asked, “What happened?”

The Captain patted his arm. “Ship ran into something. You hit your head and been lazing about for a day. Had your sister plumb ready to tear her hair out.”

Simon set up. “I had the weirdest dream. You all were there and we were running from Mal’s wife.” Simon rubbed his head and winced at the small knot near his temple. “She wanted this red vest I was wearing.”

Mal scowled at the chuckles around him. “Well, you do dress a might fancy, Doc.” He headed for the door. “And she ain’t my wife! Everybody back to work.”

Simon thanked everyone until only River was left. She kissed his forehead, the touch feather light. “I’ll get you something to drink.”

Simon watched her walk out the door, a few pieces of straw falling from her dress.




L- Late night, Heroes, RPF, PG

Hayden brings Milo and Adrian drinks then plops back down on the floor. Milo is seriously contemplating her nail polish collection, while Jack is loading a movie into the player. He sits back down and touches the pink paste on his face.

“Is it supposed to be tingling?”

Hayden laughs. “That means it’s working!”

Adrian is sprawled against the foot of the bed, sitting next to Milo. The paste on his face is green. “That or it’s going to melt our faces off. Won’t that be quite a change?” He sips his drink and frowns. “What is this?”

Hayden looks up. “Virgin watermelon daiquiri.”

Adrian grabs Milo’s drink and takes a taste. “This one’s better. What is it?”

Milo tries to grab his drink back, but Adrian holds it out of his way. “It’s mine, is what it is.”

Adrian plays keep away, while Jack rolls his eyes and Hayden giggles. She’s having lots of fun and can’t believe she convinced the guys to have a slumber party with her. She swipes Adrian’s original drink. “Milo’s is a virgin cherry daiquiri. I’ll make you one.” Adrian aims a lecherous look at Milo that she catches in the corner of her eye. Before she can get to her little mini bar, Jack takes the watermelon drink out of her hand.

“I’ll drink it.”

She can hear Adrian muttering something about drinks not reflecting their drinker’s personality when she comes back. She decides not to ask. She hands Adrian his drink and confers with Milo over nail polish, until they pick a light purple one. He winks at her before turning to Adrian and shaking the bottle in his face. “Ready?”

Adrian stops sipping his drink and opens his eyes. He regards both of them warily while Jack snickers behind him. “Ready for what?”

Hayden pulls Adrian’s socks off. His feet are kind of hairy, but clean. She grabs one foot while Milo scoots down, and grabs the other. Milo smirks at Adrian then opens the polish. “We’re going to make you look pretty. That’s what happens at slumber parties.”

Adrian points to his masked face. “I have on a face mask. I think that’s enough pretty right there.” He looks around at the junk food and candy wrappers. Some magazines and clothes Hayden showed them earlier are all over the bed and floor. “If this is what happens at slumber parties, then I’m glad I have sons.”

Milo snickers and paints Adrian’s toes. Hayden wonders how he’s so good at it. Maybe he painted one of his girlfriend’s toes at some point. Girls like attentive guys and Milo is attentive. Milo mumbles, “yeah, that house Natalie just bought in L.A has five bedrooms. You might still have to worry about slumber parties.”

Jack laughs and finishes his drink. He squints at Adrian’s toes. “That’s actually a good look for you.”

Adrian wiggles his purple polished toenails and hums. “It does look pretty good.” He smiles at Hayden and Milo. “These kids have good taste.”

Adrian widens his eyes in mock innocence as Milo says, “I’m not a kid, you dork.”

Hayden grabs the polish and hands Milo the clear polish. She concentrates and polishes the toes on Adrian’s other foot. At some point he must have had a pedicure. His nails look too neat. Or maybe that’s just him. She listens to Milo and Adrian bicker.

“Aw, come on Mi, I was just kidding. Get me another cherry thing. Please?”

Milo finishes with the clear polish and blows on Adrian’s foot. Then he gets up and grabs Adrian’s glass.

He tinkers with the mini-bar and brings Adrian back a drink with a little sparkly swizzle stick. “How did we end up pampering you?”

Adrian smiles and makes a kissy face at Milo. “Cause I’m cute?”

Milo sits down and studies the nail polish collection again. “Whatever, dude.” He picks a cute pink polish and waves it at Jack. “You want your toes polished?”

Jack just looks at him. “I don’t think anyone’s ever asked me that before. But no, no thank you.” He turns his attention back to the television and Hayden realizes he’s watching ‘The Princess Bride’ in French.

Milo drags Hayden’s feet into his lap and paints her toes. There’s a peaceful look on his face and Hayden closes her eyes. She’s the luckiest woman in the world. She grins and tries to decide what trick to play on which guy after they fall asleep.