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August 25th, 2007

Original Fiction (Farren/Shego) [Week 1 - Prompt #4]

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Title: Exonerate
Author: Random
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slavery/Racism, Slash
Word Count: 639
Summary: After the end, they resurrect themselves.
Author Notes: This follows the continuity as 'Siren'.

If he glances below, he'll see a figure walking )

August 24th, 2007

Kingdom Hearts 2 (Xehanort -> Ansem) [week 1, prompt 4]

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Title: Apt Pupil
Author: Sister Coyote
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Warnings: Spoilers
Summary: That was not why he had offered.

Seawater dripped from the ends of his long hair... )

August 23rd, 2007

Final Fantasy XII (Vossler->Ashe) [week 1, prompt 4]

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Title: His Queen
Author: Laylah
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers through the events after Raithwall's Tomb.
Word Count: 200
Summary: This is not the method he would choose.

His Queen )

Phoenix Wright/Nick [Painfic/Prompt 4]

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Author: Susan/[info]scriptoria
Rating: G
Word Count: 288
Characters: Nick, Gumshoe; Edgeworth and Maya mentioned
Prompt: Ain't it hard when you discover that, he wasn't really where it's at, after he took from you everything he could steal. How does it feel?
Notes: ... Okay, this is my first attempt at Phoenix Wright and it's gratuitous angst. Wait, that's what it's supposed to be. (Also: I make no claims as to relevancy between this and the prompt. >_> )[Set between the first and second game; spoilers for both.]

Gumshoe held the piece of paper out wordlessly, embellished letterhead first. )

August 22nd, 2007

Tales of the Abyss (Gen) [Week 1, Prompt 4]

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Title: Curse
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers to Yulia City, 4th visit
Word Count: 223
Summary:

He had looked up to that man. )

Fullmetal Alchemist (Greed, Envy) [week 1, prompt 4]

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Title: Hasn't Learned
Author: Laylah
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Word Count: 200
Summary: All these years, and he still can't stop himself.

Hasn't Learned )

August 23rd, 2007

Supernatural (Jessica Moore) [week 1 - prompt 4]

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Title: Thief
Author: purple_alicorn
Rating: FR13
Warnings: Death
Word Count: 446
Author’s notes: We don’t know a lot about Jessica, and never really get to know her except through Sam’s viewpoint. I thought it would be fun to explore her, and her relationship with Sam. This is all speculation, especially the bit at the end, as I haven’t seen all of season 2.

From the moment she met Sam Winchester, he was a thief, stealing from Jessica what was rightfully hers. )

August 20th, 2007

Death Note (Light/Misa) [week 1 - prompt 4]

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Title: Give Up
Author: Cadence
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for late-series Death Note.
Word Count: 200
Summary: It's the other part that's hard.

Give Up )

SG-1/SGA(lorne) [Painfic - Week 1/prompt #4]

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Title: Wednesday Morning
Author: vagablonde
Rating: teen
Warnings: none
Word Count: 271
Summary: First steps are the hardest
Author's Notes: Prompt: 4. Ain't it hard when you discover that, he wasn't really where it's at, after he took from you everything he could steal. How does it feel?


He packed carefully - he'd always been somewhat meticulous about his clothes. He folded them each a certain way, t-shirts efficiently reduced to exacting rectangles, underwear into smaller squares, socks matched and rolled together in pairs, pants a series of blue-denim and khaki-coloured rolls. Things wrinkled less that way - if he were careful, they didn't wrinkle at all. It was something he could control.

He rearranged the top layer so it lay more evenly.

"Will you at least say something??"

The words were harsh and angry; familiar. He folded the top of the bag inward, catching up the zipper. It rumbled through the heavy fabric as he closed the bag.

"If you're waiting for an apology, you're gonna have to be listening to me before you can hear it."

He was tired; suddenly, completely, tired. It was too far to the front door, too far down the hallway, too far to the door of the room. He wasn't going to make it.

He swallowed, picking up the bag. It wasn't much - but it was everything that was his. He breathed out, not realizing he'd been holding his breath. Trophies, pictures, his diploma, the car keys - all he had to trade to have them was his entire life.

He glanced at his watch.

The first step was the hardest. He made it, then another, just as hard. He was at the door.

"If you leave, you can't come back."

"I won't," he finally answered, his voice hard and rough from silence.

He pulled the door closed behind him, shutting off the multimillion dollar house and the perfectly manicured lawn.
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