Taken from just about everyone

[beanside]

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

I'll expand this to include any of the ones I've written with the lovely nilchance as well.

Comments

[bayleaf.livejournal.com]

:leaps on the offer:

30 seconds after the end of Saint of Me. I must know what happened, dammit!

Uh. By which I meant, if you wouldn't mind, I'd really love to know what happens next. *kof*

[beanside.livejournal.com]

*laugh* That, I can do.


There was no heart monitor, no blinding light. Only the low murmur of Jim’s voice told Andrew that he was still breathing.

Andrew swallowed, wincing as his dry throat burned. After a minute, he managed a bleary, “Dad?”

Jim’s head, bent over his weathered prayer book, came sharply up. He looked like he’d aged a century, dark circles carved under his eyes. Mouth curving on a slow smile, Jim set the book aside and laid his trembling hand on Andrew’s forehead.

“Thank God. It’s all right. Everything’s going to be all right. Do you need water?”

“Where-“ Blinking, Andrew took in the dim, cluttered room. There was someone moaning on the other side of the thin wall. “What-?”

“You had a seizure.” Jim’s face wore lines that hadn’t been there before. Bending, Jim reached under his chair and came up with a tin cup. “And we’re in Iowa, just across the border. It wasn’t safe to go to a hospital. They would’ve wanted-“ Frowning, Jim broke off and studied Andrew for a long moment. Then he smoothed Andrew’s hair back, like he hadn’t for years. His hand was cool and steadier now. “It’s been two days. You spent most of them speaking in tongues.”

Hearing the fatigue and the worry in Jim’s voice, Andrew couldn’t breathe. He squeezed his eyes shut and said tightly, “Is this a place for hunters?”

“Yes. It’s one that Mr. Winchester’s told you about. He took Sammy here once, when that bite got infected. They have some funding now, and Dr. Cohen managed to get a secondhand MRI-“

“Tell them to shoot me.”

[bayleaf.livejournal.com]

D'awwwwwwww, Andrew! Sweetie! It'll be okay!

Thank you so much.

[eponin10.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh. Cool! Sometime after the end of Breaking to You. I'd give you an exact time stamp, except I'm not sure what would be neater, the next morning, or a little further down the road. *grin*

[beanside.livejournal.com]

Hmmm...now that one, you can either have 100 words, or the next part of it, probably later today. *grin*

[eponin10.livejournal.com]

Eeeee! You're writing more! *dances with glee* I'll cheerfully, if impatiently, wait for the next part. Whee!

[azraelz-angel.livejournal.com]

*seconds this idea* I would so love to see more of this verse! Pretty, pretty please!!

I'd love to have more of the CMM/JDM verse too, set after Chad bottoms :)

You rock!

[beanside.livejournal.com]

The ice was soft, according to Chad. Funny, it felt pretty solid under his ass, Jeff thought. He'd spent plenty of time there, as Chad skated around him, trying to explain what he was doing wrong in between bouts of breathless laughter.

Afterwards, they walked a while, ended up at a little Italian place. After a mostly silent meal, just enjoying each other’s company, Chad glanced up. “I never expected something like this.”

“Like what?”

“You. I never expected you. I always kind of figured I’d be alone—me and the dogs.”

“And cats,” Jeff pointed out.

“What about you?”

Jeff shrugged, looking down. “I never expected this, let me tell you.”

Chad nodded, looking a little nervous.

“Wouldn’t change a thing, though.” Jeff flashed a smile when Chad looked up.

“Yeah,” Chad said. “Me either.”

[(Anonymous)]

*huggles* Honey, you so just made my afternoon! Thanks for this little tidbit! I *heart* Jeff/Chad!

And I am so eagerly (and patiently with review love ready) for the next installment of Breaking To You!!

*huggles again*

[azraelz-angel.livejournal.com]

So, yeah that was me not signing in before I replied. See I was so excited about your post that I didn't even check my user status!

[embroiderama]

Eeeee, um, a few minutes after No Matter How Low?

[beanside.livejournal.com]

It was just his luck, Jared thought, that he would be the one there when Chad went down. "Jensen!"

"What?" Jensen stuck his head in the bathroom, nudging Harley out of the way. "Oh, crap."

Between the two of them, they got Chad onto the sofa, and wrestled a pair of boxers on his naked, wet body. "We can't take him to the hospital," Jared blurted. "The press would have a field day."

"Yeah, I know. Let me talk to Kim, see if they can work something out." Jensen shook his head. "If you'd told me a year ago that I'd be going out of my way for Chad Michael Murray, I'd have laughed my ass off."

"I know." Jared grinned, leaning closer to brush his lips over Jensen's jaw. "Thank you, baby."

[embroiderama]

Oh, awsome! *big grin* Thank you for that!

[wendy.livejournal.com]

I would have said Breaking to You too, but I already saw your comment that you're working on more. YAY!

[katzb101.livejournal.com]

Oh you're going to love me for this, but anything from after Standing Outside the Fire would be very gratefully received. *ducks and runs* *g*

[beanside.livejournal.com]

I can do that! How far out do you want?

[katzb101.livejournal.com]

It would help if I remembered my manners *g* So let me try that one again.

Oooh...ummm... 3 years

Thanks :-)

[beanside.livejournal.com]

I can do that. *grin*

"What do you mean, the gear isn't here?" I muttered. "I'm kinda going to need that if they want us to p-play."

"Jesus, settle down," Jason muttered. "The truck got stuck on the way down here. It's not a big deal."

James smirked. "It's not a big deal if you didn't toss your good brace in with your stuff, Jase." He walked over and slipped in behind me on the sofa. "It'll get here."

I felt myself melt back into him, solid and dependable. Okay, maybe a little more solid than before. With us having been in the studio for the last eighteen months, James had packed on a few pounds. I blamed it on Edy's making ice cream that tasted like Girl Scout cookies. That's just some evil shit.

"It wasn't my brightest move,"I admitted. "But it's such a pain in the ass, trying to get it through security. Bad enough when I have the fiberglass one."

Lars wandered in, his cellphone practically soldered to his ear. The nice thing about Lars is that he'll never be able to sneak up on a corpse. The bad thing is that he'll never shut the fuck up. He pressed a quick kiss to Jason's cheek, mouth barely pausing. "We need the fucking equipment! Don't give me that shit, motherfucker. Get it here, now."

After listening for a moment, he nodded and hung the phone up. "Twenty minutes. I talked to the fucker in charge, he said we can have forty minutes to get it together and rehearse."

James' fingers petted my shoulders and I purred, leaning my head back against his chest. "Told you they'd get here, Hamlet."

[katzb101.livejournal.com]

*squee* omg thank you so much, you so made my day. I know I've said it before but I'm going to say it again, I can't even begin to tell you what Standing means to me.

So thanks again. *hugs*

[caarirose.livejournal.com]

You know I'm pulling something completely from the past, don't you?

If Tomorrow Never Comes, Scott and Sean. Time stamped present day, after Scotty's come back to WWE and quit again, then Sean's quit but looks like coming back.

(With Captain Klutz out for 6 months, again. *snort*)

*beams* Now, don't you hate me?

Look on the bright side though, remember you once wrote me Mike and Stone. I could have asked for that.

[beanside.livejournal.com]

Wench. *grin*

"Hurry up! It’ll be on in a minute!”

Sean glanced up from the computer. “I’m coming. Hey, does this sound too harsh? ‘Here’s hoping you heal up soon. Now lay off the damn roids before you tear something important. Love Sean and Scott.’”

“Um. Yeah. That’s a little harsh, chico.” Scott tilted his head. “True, but harsh.”

With a sigh, Sean deleted the offending line, and clicked the send button. “There we go. A big bouquet of balloons, just for him.”

Scott’s lips twisted into a smirk. “Here’s hoping he doesn’t get stuck in them. Oh, it’s on!”

Sean hurdled the back of the sofa, landing next to Scott. “Popcorn,” he muttered, making a grab at the bowl on the end table.

“Grabby little bastard.”

“You love it,” Sean teased.

Scott smiled, and Sean slid his fingers into Scott’s hair, pulling him down for a kiss. “Love you,” Scott murmured.

“Love you, too, chico. Now shut up and watch me win the title.” He snuggled against Scott as the generic hiphop music welcomed them to Wrestling Society X.

[caarirose.livejournal.com]

*beams*

You still love me and thank you!

[(Anonymous)]

after last chapter of Fallen, John's POV if possible

[beanside.livejournal.com]

God, that's actually a tough one. *grin* Cool.

His body was for all intents and purposes dead, John thought. The only thing holding it together was the demon.

“And don’t you forget it, Johnnyboy.” The demon’s hated voice rang out in his head.

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Too damn bad. Your boy’s getting sloppy, John. How many more times do you think you can stop me from killing him? All it takes is once, and Sammy’ll be all alone in the world.”

“That won’t happen.”

“Sure it will. You know why? Because Dean can’t kill his Daddy. He loves you too much.” John felt his lips curve in an unwilling smile as the demon savored his pain. “Maybe I’ll keep your body for a while. How long before Sammy cracks, do you think?”

“He won’t.”

“Mmm. Dean dead, and Sammy all alone. Eventually, he’s going to break, John. He’ll crawl to Daddy.”

“No.”

“And there we’ll be. Just waiting to comfort him. It’s inevitable, John. Sam will be mine.”

John raged silently in his body, denying the demon’s words, praying to a god who had never heard him before that his boys would have the strength to stop the demon, to do what had to be done.