I was going to write more on this, but I’ve just been to sick to focus on much. So for fanwork friday, a HS AU:

Sam sighed as he trudged up the steps. New high school, more people that would just call him a freak. Dean walked just ahead of him and reached for the door. It opened suddenly and a broad, dark haired, blue eyed young man in a letterman jacket that looked about Dean’s age all but burst out the door. “Hello there,” he smiled, glancing at Dean before fixing on Sam in a way that made the freshman shiver. “Jack Harkness, and who are you?” He stuck out his hand

“Sam…Sam Winchester.” Sam shook, still a bit stunned. Dean put himself in between his brother and Jack before Sam could take his hand.

“And I’m Dean.”

“Glad to meet you both,” Jack said smoothly, guiding them inside. “Heard we were getting some new students, let me show you around.”

Dean extracted himself. “I’m fine, come on Sam.”

Sam looked between them. “Might be interesting.”

“Can always use more guys trying out for the football team,” said Jack, smiling at Dean.

“Yeah, I don’t play well with others.” He reached for Sam’s arm.

Sam shook him off. “I’m fine, What were you going to show me, Jack?”

“Oh I could show you lots of things,” he winked at Sam and pulled him away while Dean was still sputtering.

Sam followed Jack down the hall. He seemed to know everyone and everyone gave Jack a genuine smile. For the first time in a long time he started to feel like maybe he had a chance at a school. They walked by an open door and there was a teacher standing in front of the class. “Physics. Physsssics, Physics…” Jack chuckled. fondly “That’s the Doctor.”

“Doctor Who?”

“Just the Doctor.”

Sam was confused. “Okay.”

They came around the corner and found Dean talking to another dark haired, blue eyed guy. “I see you’ve met Castiel,” grinned Jack. Castiel adjusted his glasses and his books. “Morning Jack.”

“And good morning to you,” grinned Jack. Sam could see Dean’s hackles were raised. Jack saw a couple girls walking down the hall. “Donna, Martha, couple new kids, Dean and Sam Winchester”

“Nice to meet you.” said Martha. Donna gave Jack a smile, he gave her a wink back.

“Girlfriend?” asked Sam.

“Naw,” said Jack. He nodded at a man in a suit. “Assistant Principle Mycroft  Holmes . He keeps a close eye on things. Rumor has it he’s either psychic or just has sources everywhere. That’s his brother, Sherlock.” The slender man was walking down the hall with a short blonde. “And that’s John, he’s on the football team too. Everyone thinks they should just get together already,” Jack chuckled and waved back as John spotted him, hurrying in Sherlock’s wake.

“What’s your first class?”

Sam pulled out his schedule. “Uh, biology.”

Jack looked over his shoulder. “John, Martha and Owen are in that class, they’ll take care of you. Don’t worry about Owen, he’s always cranky, especially first period.” He walked Sam to  the door and caught John walking in. “John, this is Sam, he’s new.”

John gave a smile. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the others. See you at lunch, Jack.”

**

Sam walked into the lunchroom later on a bit nervous all over again. Jack came in behind him. “How are classes going?”

“Fine, so far.”

“Good, good,” Jack got in line behind him and then steered him over to a table stuffed full of people. Somehow they still found room. Jack pulled out a sucker and tossed to someone walking by. “Gabriel, one of Castiel’s brothers.” Gabriel gave Jack a grin and nod before sitting at nearby table.

“Where’s Rose?” asked Jack looking around.

“Talking to Dean Winchester,” said Gwen, gesturing over.

Jack rolled his eyes. “Not a chance.”

“Dean can be pretty persuasive sometimes with girls,” admitted Sam.

“Well I’m sure Rose can take care of herself,” said Jack, digging into his lunch. The table chatter picked up, everyone treating Sam like he’d been there all along.

**

“That Jack Harkness is full of himself,” groused Dean as Sam met him outside of school.

“Seems nice to me,” Sam shrugged. “They all do.”

“Buncha jocks, think a football jacket is all there is to life. They’ve got no idea.”

“Well I’d like to go to college,” admitted Sam.

Dean stopped and looked at him. “Really?”

Sam shrugged and stuffed his hands in his coat. “Don’t tell Dad.”

“I won’t.” They started walking back to the apartment they were staying at in silence.

I was tagged by ussromanov

Rules: In a textpost list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard – they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.

Ender’s Game – Orson Scott Card
The Crystal Cave Trilogy – Mary Stewart
Phantom – Susan Kay
The Illustrated Man – Ray Bradbury
Imzadi – Peter David
A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter Miller
Here Be Dragons – Sharon Kay Penman
Hamlet – William Shakespeare
The Entropy Effect – Vonda McIntyre
Trask – Don Berry

Star Trek novels and Shakespeare, deal with it.

I’m tagging awabubbles, jazzforthecaptain, aquart1999, darkestelemental616, taladraco, willietheplaidjacket, neverland-is-never-too-far, thankyouforflyingmjn, darquethoughts

I’ve been out sick most of this week, so, uh friendly reminder that I do have a book for sale, and the links are here.

If you like my fanfiction, check out my post-apocalyptic road trip story!

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well fuck…………….Excuse me, I just have to pop off and change my panties. 

HOLY…… fuck

Somebody please, please tell me where this is from so I can die happy (and by “die” I mean “watch this”).

Sweartagod I’m blushing in places I didn’t know had bloodflow.

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A quick little fic, stitchlock’s fault

Too Much Glitter – At a gay strip club for a case, John gets an unexpected lap dance.

teaser below the cut

John blinked up at the sign as Sherlock headed into the building. “Uh, Sherlock, this is…”

“I know,” Sherlock ignored the men dancing on the stage and looked around. He pushed John into a seat. “Wait here.” Before he could protest Sherlock was off in a swirl of coat.

John got a drink and tried not to look around too much. The young men on stage were certainly….athletic. Yes, that was a good word for it. He took an offered drink and threw back most of it.

One of the aforementioned young men walked up to him. John couldn’t help but notice he was wearing quite a bit of glitter…and little else.. Before John could protest he was straddling his lap, grinding against him.

“What…?” John finally got out, unsure where to put his hands.

“This one’s on the house, Daddy.”

John sat straight up at that. “Now wait, I’m certainly not old enough to be…”

The stripper put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back. “Just enjoy the ride,” he smiled,  moving just so.

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