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tigriswolfTitle: Behind the Tree the hands of Eve and Adam meet
Fandom: “Pysch”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Denise Levertov.
Warnings: spoilers for season three finale
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 260
Point of view: third
Notes: after three years, I FINALLY WROTE A “Psych” FIC
It was too easy.
The thought wakes him at noon the day after catching Mr/Mrs/What-the-fuck-ever Yang: It was too easy.
He'd known it in the car when she handed over the detonator, when she let the cops cuff her, when she grinned as they drove away.
So when he gets the call at one in the afternoon—she's escaped, Shawn, be on the lookout—it comes as no surprise.
He gently puts the phone back on the cradle, sure that some guards would've already been sent to Mom and Dad, Gus and Abigail.
But Yang(what is her real name? He should find that out) won't go after them. They're not the ones she wants. She's too smart.
Besides, he knows where to go.
She's waiting for him with a black Oldsmobile. "Will you leave them all alone?" he asks.
She smiles. "I knew you'd gotten bored playing for the good guys," she says.
He repeats, "Will you leave them alone?"
Nodding, she pats the passenger seat. "C'mon, Shawn. We'll have fun all over the world, if we want."
She's insane. She took his mother.
But she didn't kill anyone. Notorious serial killer, half a dozen kills over ten years... so why didn't anyone die this time?
"You were courting me," he realizes, letting himself fall into the car. "Holy shit."
She laughs and starts the car as he shuts the door. "We'll have fun," she says again. "Won't we, Shawnie?"
He stares at her. "I don't even know your name."
Her smile is terrifying. "Call me Bonnie."
Title: I'll keep walking towards the sound of your voice
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Richard Siken
Warnings: pre-pilot
Pairings: pre-John/Mary
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 270
Point of view: third
John will never forget the first time he saw Mary. He’d just gotten back, was war-torn and weary, so so tired of killing.
He was sitting in the park, eyes closed, listening to the children play, their innocent laughter. He’d been a boy once, but he had blood on his hands now and had become a man all the way the across the world.
He had no idea what to do with his life. School had no interest, never had, even before. He could work at Dad’s garage. It’d be simple, easy. Quiet.
He opened his eyes and there she stood, bathed in sunlight. She was talking to another woman, heads bent close, both blonde and smiling. They looked enough alike to be kin. John’s breath caught and he wanted.
“Mary!” the older blonde laughed. “I can’t believe you just said that. Better not let your father hear.”
Mary shrugged, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. “I’m not worried about Daddy,” she said. “Got him wrapped around my finger.” She leaned in, grabbing the other woman’s wrist. “We’d better hurry if we want to make it on time, Mom,” she said, and John watched them go.
He sat there for hours, soaking in normalcy and basking in sunlight. At dusk he went back to his parents’ house and told Dad he’d take the job.
Next afternoon, Mary and an older man came by the garage for a tune-up. John stumbled through a flirtation he could’ve done a couple of years ago with ease.
But Mary gently flirted back and before she left, she asked him on a date.
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Date: 2009-02-22 03:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-22 02:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-22 03:45 am (UTC)Mary asking John for the first date was great.
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Date: 2009-02-22 02:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-22 05:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-22 02:09 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-02-22 08:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-22 02:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-22 07:21 pm (UTC)that was so cute mary asked him out on a date.
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Date: 2009-02-23 06:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-24 08:35 pm (UTC)I agree with
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Date: 2009-02-24 08:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-28 12:20 pm (UTC)"I'll keep walking towards the sound of your voice"
I've found a liking for Mary/John, the concept of a hunter's daughter and a Vietnam survivor, the exercises of how life and love might have been for them. This take, of John falling for Mary, of Mary asking him out on a date... it warms the very depths of my heart.
Thank you.
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Date: 2009-02-28 01:26 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading, love.
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Date: 2009-09-18 08:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-19 01:50 pm (UTC)