Ramblings of a Mad Writer aka the adventures of Brian O'Connor

Randomness and ranting at 4 in da morning... hey that's a song!

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 08:40:41 GMT

I have:

* college tuition to worry about
* Bunnies spawned from BJ Jones and White Wolf and other various Goddesses of Slash
* A new Stetler bunny where he's not quite such an ass. I know, Doomsday? It's next Friday.
* Hit a major writer's block for Connected
* A rabid Blade: Trinity bunny that's Hannibal/Drake set in an mpreg universe. I'm evil. This surprises people, WHY?! ]:D! Havta love my horns, they're so shiny and evil-like....
* A bunny named Kaye that wants to take over my mind and show up in Sylum. This bunny has been shot, tranq-ed, poisoned, and other should-be-roadkill scenarios but it keeps coming back. RIDDICK! I have a new Playmate for you!!
* A need to find a better paying, better hour, something-I'm-actually-good-at job.
* To move all my belongs BACK into the Dorms... *shudder* MATE! SOS! Dom, hold me...
* A drastic need to update more often instead of lurking
* To find a background I actually really like and have someone else fiddle with LJ cause it hates me. Dom? Amy? Help?
* To get back into my habit of replying on the Sylum messageboard more often and not repeatedly. Yahell and LJ made this pact to make me miserable, I'm bouta sick Dean Winchester and Riddick and Alec on their collective asses...
* Really need to learn how to get LJ to cut. OH WELL!

Crazy person on the loose

Mon, 30 Apr 2007 05:22:21 GMT

I'm completely insane. It's been weeks since my unsuccessful attempt to post quiz code.... (still not over that. 'Lj Hates Me' is my new bumper sticker. :( . Right next to 'Come to the Dark Side.... We Have COOKIES!') ... and I am attempting to post code again. Someone should shoot me now and save me the trouble of going crazy- erm, Crazier than I already am.

But I have signed myself up for a new challenge. Joe_reaves 's 50 Other Worlds for Brian O'Connor/ Dominic Toretto. My mate will be happy. And LOOK! 'Vampires'!

001 Air	002 Earth	003 Fire	004 Water	005 Spirit
006 Darkness	007 Apprentice	008 Brigadoon	009 Castle	010 Cauldron
011 Dreams	012 Hero	013 Immortal	014 In the Clouds	015 Knight
016 Prince/Princess	017 Psychic	018 Steam Powered	019 Treasure	020 Underwater
021 Villain	022 Wicked Stepmother	023 Brownie	024 Centaur	025 Dragon
026 Dryad	027 Dwarf	028 Elf	029 Fairy	030 Faun
031 Genie	032 Ghost	033 Griffin	034 Lycanthrope	035 Naiad
036 Oread	037 Phoenix	038 Shapeshifter	039 Snow Queen	040 Sun God
041 Troll	042 Vampire	043 Witch	044 Wizard	045 Curse
046 Enchantment	047 Hawk	048 Horse	049 Snake	050 Wolf

O.O

Yep, I'm fully set for the loony bin. And it's called Sylum Sanitarium!

It's been a while, but I am ALIVE!!!! Oh, and a meme.

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 06:14:32 GMT

Ok, been entirely too long since I posted but in my defense, RL is a real - *cough, mutter, cough*. And siblings that are annoying and clepto's are not too inspiring unless to rant. But I digress.

The next chapter of 'Son, Not So Lost' is at the editors, I love my mate, and I took a cute quiz that has sparked a bunny. *headdesk* You'd think I would learn....... but at least I'm not picking up challenges every time I get on when I have over 50 of them already claimed. = D I love you, Alex.

*cheeky innocent 'You-know-can't-help-but-love-me' smile*

hehehe, like I said..... cute bunny and a possible storyline coming out of the woodwork, but I wonder how I can slash it......
*returns to hide under desk with laptop, bunny, and box of blue-dusted carrots* P.S. um, if this all comes up as code, please tell me. LJ and I aren't co-operating as well as we were. *kicks LJ for taking fifteen minutes to upload*

How Well Do Ya Know Me?

Fri, 16 Feb 2007 23:29:22 GMT

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Another Chapter, YEAH!

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 18:08:40 GMT

Writer's block is ebil and should be exterminated. Oh well, here's chapter 2

Title: Son, Not So Lost
Rating: FMAO, just to be safe later on
Author: Viper/ Brian O'Connor
Disclamer: Ain't mine. Sienna, the Binghams, and Dorian Kayle are mine, but everyone else belongs to big corporations that I don't own. Even Kayle, he’s a lab tech owned by CSI Miami, though I did take the initiative to give him the first name Jeremy. If I had three wishes, ability to dictate what goes on in the scripts would be first. Then I'd want them to be mine. Then I'd wish Lost Son hadn't happened. But I have yet to find a magic lamp with a Genie inside, so I'll just borrow them and return them the same as before..... maybe a little angsted up (*snort*) but generally unharmed. Though Boa will probably be dead *snicker* *tucks 'Kill The Snake Lady' Banner under desk*
Spoilers: Um, Lost Son? Post mole-exposure? When everyone knows about Boa being what she is?
Warnings: Language, some spoilers, sex in later chapters, whumping, general Boa-Bashing in later chapters, and Slash. But is Slash even a warning anymore, if you're Sylum? :)
Author's Note: This is an AU where Lost Son- You know that episode? It happened here. But not like they display. In this one, Speed is Alive *waits for cheers and applause to die down* and was put into Witness Protection. But he wouldn't leave the team all alone, now would he? *evil smirk*
Author’s Note 2: Also, This probably remarkably incorrect in the regards of procedure of Marshals and Witness Protection, but I'm a College freshman who is only in college thanks to scholarships. All Flames will be used to make pretty fires to keep my mate and I warm, and to keep myself and Dino occupied. Feedback is GREATLY appreciated, cause I love you all, but this is my first story to be posted. Be harsh, but please don't make me cry. Things tend to go boom when I’m upset.

Chapter 2: What’s Really Going On

He couldn’t believe it. Hadn’t when Calleigh told him but he’d never seen her so pale or guilty before. Alexx had broken down in tears as soon as she found out and Horatio had just been there for them. He’d known. He’d known the entire fucking time and not told them! He’d know Wolfe was Speed’s brother and still not told them! Not even hinted at it when they’d hated him in the beginning! And now he was taking them all over to Ryan’s sister’s house because she’d called and said it was important to come over?! It was too much for him, too much guilt for him to fight off so he was shutting down. If he was numb then he wouldn’t feel guilty, he wouldn’t get angry, and he could get through this. Right? He sure as hell hoped so because they were pulling into a two-story house in one of the quieter, more secluded but still high-end neighborhoods of Miami. Ryan’s sister had to definitely be making some good money to afford a nice place like this. She probably had a pool in the back too, if the wooden fence was anything to go by. And this was Speed’s sister’s place. Speed had a sister if Ryan had a sister right? He best not try to think about it right now, considering that she was standing at the front door with her Beretta drawn. She was tall but you could tell she was related to Speed. Her skin was a few shades darker than Speed’s had been, probably darker but faded from the light on the front porch, and she had some kind of blackish-red dye in her long hair that was pulled back into a ponytail at her neck. And she dressed sorta like Speed had. Around the house wear, a white wife-beater and faded jeans with red Chucks and her badge shining on the waistband of the jeans that hung low on her hips. She was hot in a very girl-next-door-can-still-beat-your-ass kind of way but there was something that warned you off about her. She tilted her head and grinned at Horatio as she stepped inside, as they all piled out. The door opened up into a big living room and kitchen divided by a breakfast bar and it was all nice. Comfortable looking dark furniture to off set the light colors of the room and one very nervous Ryan pacing by the sliding doors that led out back. Yep, she had a pool in the back yard, a big one too. But Ryan was pacing and running his left hand through his hair, looking for all intents like a junkie waiting for his next high. What the hell was going on?

“Ryan, calm down.”

“Do NOT tell me to calm down Sienna! You checked! I hacked into the computers and didn’t find a single Fucking iota to support it! How could this happen?! How could he slip through the cracks?!”

“Ryder, calm down this instant or I’ll pour something all over the carpet to get you to.”

“That’s cruel and mean and so big sister torture it’s not funny.”

“If it’ll calm you down, I’ll do it. You look like a junkie waiting for a hit. Go into my bathroom and clean something, rearrange my furniture; I don’t care, just calm down before I start pacing.”

“How can you do this? Be this…CALM about it? A Fucking GHOST is upstairs in your bedroom!”

“She freaked out in MTAC. Why else would she lock herself in there all day?”

It wasn’t possible. No FUCKING WAY was it possible! He looked to Horatio for support, praying he knew what was going on but only saw the same disbelief and shock on the older man’s face. Then a FUCKING GHOST walked into the living room. It had to be a ghost, because they had buried the man standing in front of them. Horatio had been with him when he Fucking DIED! But Timothy Speedle was walking towards Ryan, grabbing him by the arms and sitting him down in a chair with a quiet murmur of something in his ear. It couldn’t be Speed. But it looked like him. The same eyes, the same face, different hair- the black curls were frosted with bleach blonde, like he was trying to grow it out- but the man in front of them looked like Speed. Held himself in the same way too. Same easy gate and God, he had the same guilty smile as Speed!

“Timmy?”

“The Witness Protection supposedly did a switch-a-rue and ‘killed’ me without consent. And you’re not going to handcuff me and force me to eat a meal at your house again Alexx.”

“Oh baby…”

Alexx pulled him into a big bear hug and he just stared as he remembered the inside joke. A few years back, Speed had gotten so wrapped up in a case, he’d dropped at least ten pounds and almost collapsed at the lab one day. Alexx had called him down to the morgue and they’d all handcuffed him and ‘kidnapped’ him to go eat at Alexx’s house. It was a running threat between all of them and they’d almost had to follow through a few more times on Speed and once on H. He was really here. Speed was alive and really here! They all took their turns threatening Speed’s real death if he ever even thought of doing something like this again. He unabashedly admitted to crying and cut his eyes away when Speed stood in front of Horatio who still hadn’t moved or spoke.

“Please tell me this is real.”

“I wanted to tell you first, H. I wanted to come straight back to you, but Sienna scares me.”

“I remember when she found out about us.”

“She wants to follow thru on that threat for a few people.”

“Speed.”

Speed walked into H’s arms and they all turned away to give the lovers some time. They’d known about the two being lovers for a few months before… ‘Not gonna think about that day. Speed’s here. He’s alive. He’s HERE!’ He knew he had the goofiest smile on his face but he really couldn’t care. His best friend was alive. He was back and things could be good again. Horatio would lose the death wish he seemed to have since Speed died and hopefully become the H they all had known. He fought down a snicker as Speed started making out with their boss but he couldn’t fault them. Three years without seeing the love of his life and he’d be trying to desperately crawl into them too. But when H moaned and Speed pushed him up against the wall with a hard thud, Alexx cleared her throat to remind them other people were in the room. Speed had that ‘Devil-be-damned’ grin on and stroked H’s cheek softly, wiping away the tears that had fallen. Alexx’s stance and the look on her face said she didn’t want to let Speed out of her sight, and he was definitely all for locking him up for the rest of his life. But Speed pulled away from Horatio slightly and frowned when he noticed that they were still alone in the living room. He looked around and concern etched into every single feature of his body.

“Timmy, baby, what’s wrong?”

“I still have to convince Ryan I’m really back. And if he’s doing what I think he’s doing…”

“‘Thump!’ ”

“He’s driving my lovely twin insane. I swear, I will be right back, I just have to go get my baby brother away from the cleaning kit before he uncovers Sienna’s Sig or she’ll show him why she’s a U.S. Marshal.”

“Speed!”

“Ryan Joshua Wolfe, put the kit down and step away from the guns!”

Speed ran up the stairs leading to the second floor and he fought down the instinct to run after him. A loud thump followed by muffled shouting came from above them and H was already at the stairs with the rest of the team two steps behind as ‘Sienna’ came down with a Sig Sauer held tightly in her hands. She stood in the middle of the staircase with a warning look in her eyes and flinched sympathetically as another thump hit closer to them and a few muttered curses drifted down the hall at the top of the stairs.

“They’ll be fine, just reaffirming that Speed’s still among us in the land of the living. And after everything we’ve done, it’s a big surprise to actually find him. If we can go back to the living room, I’ll explain most of what’s going on.”

“Are they going to be alright?”

“As soon as Ryder finishes interrogating Speed and uncovers every secret we’ve ever had, they’ll be back down. But don’t expect Tim to be happy.”

“Why?”

“Because you all hurt Ryan a lot more than he’d ever let anyone believe. And Tim will see that. We are everything if not overprotective of him.”

Sienna walked down the stairs past them and he caught the concerned look Horatio gave her. She kept the Sig held loosely in her right hand as her left hand’s fingers drifted over the surface. He wasn’t Calleigh but something about the gun made him think it was new. And held significant sentimental value. He followed her with Alexx and Calleigh at his side back into the living room but didn’t sit down as she gestured. He was fine with standing and he wanted to be able to move if anything happened. Sienna was moving slowly like a prowling tiger around the room, checking all the windows and glancing outside. Horatio was standing behind one of the couches with his hand on his sidearm, watching Sienna move with a look he hadn’t seen in a while. The same calculating look he used when he was hunting down a slippery suspect but it held the same adoration that he’d had when he looked at one of them. H liked her, and she seemed to be fine with him; she wasn’t being openly hostile to him and glaring at him like she was to him and Calleigh. He smiled softly to himself despite the situation and kept his mouth pressed tight to stop the chuckle that threatened to escape. Horatio was sleeping with Speed whose twin sister was a U.S. Marshal who apparently was okay with him being with her brother, how was that for inter-agency cooperation?

“Something funny Delko?”

He shrugged as he was made the focal point of the room and wondered how she knew he was smiling. She hadn’t looked back at him and the window she was standing by was the wrong angle to see his reflection. Or was it? He didn’t know but he caught H’s eyes with his silent question and only received a knowing smile. So it was just a Sienna thing, huh?

“First off, my name is Sienna Gerard and I’m Tim’s fraternal twin. We have the same parents as Ryan but different names for our own protection. When Speed and I were eight, Ryan was born and we practically raised him while our Dad ran with a mob-gang in New York and our mother worked as a secretary in a law firm. He was ours from the moment they brought him home and like I said, we are everything if not overprotective of him. When Speed and I were ten, the leader of the gang our Dad ran in found out he’d been taping him, getting ready to bust the gang wide open. He put out a hit on our entire family but they only killed our parents. We had gone to the park to play baseball with our best friend when they were killed. Our dad had been left to bleed out after they executed our mother and he called the DA, telling him to make sure his kids were safe. Ryan was hiding behind a loose panel of our living room wall in a hide-away that had been there for decades. Speed went in to find our parents and told me to make sure Ryan was safe. Dad told him where to get the tapes and told him to hide because the killers would come after us. We hid and kept silent as the bastards came back to finish the job and got caught by the police. The tapes brought the gang down but we still had a hit on our heads. The DA got us put into Witness Protection and we met my mentor, Special Agent Samuel Gerard. He took care of us, checked up on us in the safe house until they could get a family willing to adopt three kids. When the time came to change our names, he’d already claimed me as his unofficial daughter so I took his last name. Speed had always been called Speedy because he couldn’t stay still, so he found it really amusing that our new parents had the last name Speedle. Ryan has always been our human-puppy and our Mom’s maiden name was Wolfe, so we chose that for him. We moved down to Miami, and we’ve been here raising mayhem since.”

Sienna moved away from her prowling and perched herself on one of the breakfast bar stools with her gun still in hand. She had a clear view of every possible entrance and snickered when he heard Speed shouting in a different language. Or maybe not language, but he didn’t sound like he normally did. His words couldn’t be understood but something about them- His Accent! Speed’s New Yorker accent was out in full force, but Ryan didn’t sound like he was from New York. Sienna was smirking at something as she ducked her head before looking at them. Guess it was Q&A time.

“You and Speed grew up in Miami? Then why do you all have different accents?”

“We stayed in Boston for a few years. Speed and I are born and bred New-Yorkers, but Ryan learned to talk and read in Boston, hence his Boston accent. We’ve all lost some it through the years. Ryan’s always wanted to be a cop but he was a bookworm like Speed. We all are but he actually wanted to go to school and take all the hard teachers. He’s shy by nature and he had a rough time fitting in when the Speedle’s moved down to Miami when he was five. Speed and I fell in love with bikes and cars and we inadvertently activated the adrenaline-junkie gene we all carry. Speed’s a demon on two wheels, I’m hell on four, and Ryan got the best of both worlds. He’s good at racing, legal or illegal, and he started fitting in better as a quiet badass who knew his stuff. Lots of drama and some years later, I’m on Sam Gerard’s team in the Marshals, Speed’s a CSI, and Ryan’s the smartest cop in all of Miami. But his inner geek was showing through despite being the badass he is, and he’s rivaling Speed with how fast he can solve whodunits.”

“That’s when he decided to try for CSI?”

“Yes and no, Alexx. It’s when Speed and I started convincing him he’d make it. Speed had gotten his application put on Detective Salas’ desk and she was willing to speak on his behalf. Speed didn’t doubt for a moment you would hire him, H, so he demanded we all needed to get vacation time and go out on the water to celebrate. Ryan loves racing motorcycles and cars, but he loves wakeboarding more. And Speed said we had to celebrate, not only the fact that Ryan would once again be under Speed’s care where they could terrorize Stetler mercilessly, but I had gotten promoted and had my own team of Marshals to terrorize the masses with. And I was being transferred to the Miami office from D.C., so we could all see each other for Mayhem Mondays again. We get out in open water, we were just starting to really get into one of our talks that would send Stetler running for his life if he ever heard us- Horatio heard us plotting one time and we got worried when he went translucent.

“I had good reason. You were plotting…”

H looked a few shades lighter just remembering and Sienna was smiling in a very evil and familiar way. Like Speed would before he pulled a prank or busted a suspect he especially hated. One like Ryan’s when he would find a particularly difficult piece of evidence to break the case. Damn, how had he not seen how much Ryan and Speed were alike? It was really scary now that he knew what to look for. He was about to ask about where they’d learned that smile but Sienna was speaking again, losing her smile as she spoke.

“We are very, very bad. But as you know, Speed gets called in after the boat hit the bridge. A few hours later, I’m told that my twin brother is dead. Ryan and I start digging as soon as the shock wears off because we knew Speed’s gun couldn’t have been dirty. All three of us had started cleaning our guns once a week on Saturdays when we conference-called over the phone after Dispo Day. Ryan would meet up with Speed at one of their houses and we’d spend a few hours on speaker phone just talking about our week. Horatio would step in sometimes, but those calls were how we stayed connected. And Ryan and I both knew Speed’s gun couldn’t have been in need of repair because I had stripped it down when I got down here four days earlier. I made sure everything was working fine. No faulty firing pin or anything had been wrong with it because, I’m paranoid and just to be sure, I had taken all the guns to be looked over. I had to get a component replaced for one of my back-ups, but the other ten guns between us were in perfect condition. We knew that, so we never really grieved for Speed. We kept believing that he’d had been pulled back into Witness Protection and they were hiding him for some reason. Turns out some dirty Marshals had pulled him on an ‘Official relocation’ so they could hurt me and try to sell him back to the Gang that still had a hit out for us. But one of them grew a conscience and managed to talk the other guys into waiting for the price to go up. He kept him hidden until a week ago when he sent Speed a message telling him to get the hell out of the safe house. Speed somehow got to Miami today, still won’t tell me how, and confronted me in the stairwell. I dragged him to the only soundproof room in the building that was secure, put my team on guard duty and freaked out for a few hours until it sank in that he was really there.”

“Those Marshals are still around?”

“They got the tip that I was on to them but they don’t know that he’s here. Officially, this place belongs to our biological Uncle Ron and I live in a townhouse in the city. I don’t like people knowing where I live, so we switched places and have all our mail sent to a P.O. Box. Uncle Ron’s staying with the Speedle’s and I have two agents watching the townhouse for the bastards to show. But just in case….”

“You’re guarding them here.”

“And as much as I love Ryan, OCD and all, I will not let him touch my guns, no matter how bad he needs to calm down. He’s upstairs, about to finish up cleaning Emma, probably.”

“Emma?” ‘Ryan has a girl here?’

“His Sig Sauer 550 Sniper Riffle. He almost had to threaten harassment to get his captain to quit recommending him to SWAT. He’s a top marksman, thanks to Sam and Uncle Ron taking us out to the firing range every other weekend. Speed has just never liked guns because he and our best friend got held at gunpoint once when we still lived in New York. Danny doesn’t like guns all that much either, but Ryan and I like them.”

“What all guns do you have?”

“How did I know you’d ask me that, Calleigh? My Beretta for my shoulder holster, my issued sidearm, my back-up, my riffle, and my Sig P220 here. Ryan has Emma, his issued sidearm, and Vera, his back-up. One that I hear your Lieutenant has a liking for.”

“Come again?”

“Well, you did hang onto his back-up a little too long for normal when you asked to see his gun. And that kind of reaction is noticed by us.”

“What’s your real name? If Speed’s isn’t Speedle and Ryan’s isn’t Wolfe, what’s your real last name?”

“Timothy Nathanial, Ryan Joshua, and Sienna Martel.”

“Sienna Eloise Martel.”

He smiled at Speed’s smart-alec response and turned to see his best friend pushing Ryan down the stairs. Sienna gave them a look that had him ready to run for the hills but it didn’t affect either of the CSI’s. Speed just grinned and muttered something in another language that had Ryan coughing to cover up his laugh. Sienna’s look zeroed in on Speed and he could see her grip tighten on the Sig Sauer in her hand. Speed held up his hands in mock surrender and shoved Ryan down into a chair. He got another one of the looks that would have sent him running, from Ryan this time, but it didn’t phase him at all.

“You told them our middle names; we get to tell them yours. Love and War and all that.”

“I’m the one with a license to kill and enough know-how to get rid of your body.”

“Then you’d have Alexx and my lover to contend with.”

“After she hears that last comment, I think Alexx might help.”

“No, she wouldn’t because she loves me too much, and then you’d have Horatio on your ass. And where did you get enough know-how to hide a body without any left over evidence?”

“There are some advantages of having two CSI’s as family and a Masters in Criminal Psychology.”

“You finally coming over to the dark side?”

Speed grabbed H’s hand and dragged the redhead into the kitchen right before he heard something banged on other metal. Ryan groaned and Sienna glanced at him over her shoulder. She laughed at the mock-horror look on Ryan’s face and smiled at him with that evil smile again.

“If you don’t want him cooking with his boyfriend, go in there and make sure they don’t make out over the food. You remember what happened last time they cooked?”

“Oh God.”

Ryan jumped up out of his seat and Sienna outright laughed as he ran into the kitchen. Speed and Ryan immediately started arguing about something and Sienna got up silently with a grin to the Alexx, Calleigh, and himself. She jerked her head towards the kitchen and motioned them to follow her with her hand.

“You guys want to see what it’s like when Speed loses an argument?”

He looked over to Calleigh then Alexx. They were both as stunned as he was but Cal’s eyes were sparkling at the prospect of seeing Speed lose an argument. Hell, Speed losing an argument?! Like he’d miss out on this monumental occasion.

“Lead on!”

Enjoy!

Spoiler and rant OMG WTF ARE THEY THINK ON CSI MIAMI?!

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 04:31:47 GMT

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OH MY FREAKING GOD!!!!! NO!! How DARE THEY!!!!!!!?! They can't try to
kill off Eric like that! He's pivotal to the show! If we didn't have
Eric, who else would we look to for drama? And how the hell would we
keep Riddick semi-sane?!!!

*nervously rants for several minutes to roommate's extreme amusement
before calming down enough to actually type like a distressed insane
person*

Spoilers: The show starts out a lot like Dispo Day, lots of guns that
used to belong to bad guys get stolen by lots of people. We find out
it was really all to get a rocket launcher to break Clavo Cruz,
Horatio's Self-Proclaimed Nemesis out of custody at his arragnement
hearing. He makes H give him a million dollars that he wired to his
account in exchange for the girl he took hostage at the courthouse.
Then everything goes to hell when Eric breaks into the car and then
gets shot in the right thigh. Personally, I think Eric looks good in
red. Firefight ensues and after everything calms down (H shoots the
sniper in a very Matrix slow-moe shot) Eric is shot somewhere on the
head. And the epi cuts. You may panic now.

Demi-Rant: I really liked the whole remebrance of Speed and how they
kept calling it Dispo Day thing a whole lot.... Oh Wait. They seem to
have forgotten those lovely tidbits. Anyone else feel slighted that
they had Dispo Day all over again, and all we got was a shaky 'please
rush this' from Alexx to make it seem like SOMEONE remembered that
they used to have anohter team member before our lovable Ryan? You
know the guy that's supposedly the reason they still don't really
include him in the team? But YEAH, we only saw Snake Lady like twice
the whole episode and OMG her boobs were mostly covered the first
time! It's a RECORD! *stops self before getting into reasons Snake
Lady must be hunted down and dusted- even if she isn't a vamp*
Anyway, LOVED the emotional tidbit they had going for Ryan. But they
didn't give a reason as to why. Oh well, more food for the bunnies.

*goes to panic some more and check on how much C4 is in stock*
Anyone want to hunt down the writers with me? This is crossing the
line, and they need to be taught a lesson.... or at least hurt a lot.

Viper
Brian O'Connor
The Border's Head of Security
Dominic Toretto's keeper
Vampire-Daddy to Calleigh Dusquene "You know the dads that say `my
kid can do whatever'? I'm the guy that says `My kid knows guns.' I'm
so proud."
Slave to Sir Angst-A-Lot "Angsty, NOT NOW!!!"
LOOK! I've got an eight-armed T-Shirt! YEAH!!!!
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Busy Bee, that is me

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 05:06:46 GMT

YEAHHH!!! LJ is finally allowed to work at my college! HURRAY! *does happy dance fanatically*

On to better news,

I have the first chapter of my story up and ready! Yeah for me! follow the cut to read more and tell what you think. The bunnies are road blocked at the moment by a Blood & Chocolate fic.

Chapter 1: Not Who You Thought He Was

It was a surprisingly fast day. A heat wave had settled in and people were going crazy from it. But thanks to some neighbor shooting up another neighbor’s dog with anti-freeze and the dog owner’s bullets somehow ending up in the dead neighbor’s chest, he was sitting in the nice, cool Trace lab with his iPod on random as he tried to match which anti-freeze had been used to poison the dog. He felt a tap on his shoulder and pulled his earbuds out as Calleigh smiled at him. She wasn’t working the case with him, she had a DB out at the Miami Race Track with Eric.

“Hey, how can I help you?”

“A suspect refuses to speak to me.”

“Eric’s better with interrogation.”

“He won’t talk to anyone but you specifically. Asked for you by name and description. The name Dorian Kayle sound familiar?”

“Which room?”

He followed Calleigh to one of the interrogation rooms at the corner of the lab. He slipped in and sat down across from the dark man glaring at Tripp. He’d known Dorian and Jeremy Kayle since they’d first moved to Miami. Jeremy was one of the few people in the lab who had been his friend in the beginning and he’d known Dorian long enough to know he preferred to be call Kayle rather than Dorian, and qualify as an unofficial big brother. He met familiar grey eyes as he sat down and leaned back in his seat with a subtle nod. Kayle knew he couldn’t lie to him. Knew he’d vouch for him before the lie detector test and be proven right, because Kayle knew he’d call his BS. He had a built-in ‘Bull Shit Detector’ and the closer you were to him, the easier he could read your lies. His older siblings had the same ‘detector,’ it’s what had made them so good at their jobs, but his was a step above. The twins could hardly lie to each other, but they could keep secrets from each other. They couldn’t from him. It’s what had him a good cop, and Kayle knew all that.

“Who died?”

“Trent Bingham.”

“Did you kill him?”

“No. I was with Sienna last night but she’s in MTAC and can’t be disturbed so your cop friend here decided to be my shadow.”

Kayle’s eyes went down to his hands and he picked up on the way his left hand tightened. Kayle was a lefty, like him, and his hand only did that little ‘tighten up into an almost fist while the rest of his arm stayed lax’ thing when something hit too close to home. Kayle was as easy to read as a wall if you didn’t know him; a stoic, big nothing was all you got. And only he had caught his tell from the looks of it. Calleigh was too busy scrutinizing the back of his head and Tripp was too busy watching him interrogate. He was the only one who had an inkling of what had happened. But Kayle was already talking again before he could call him out.

“Ryan Wolfe, fastest son-of-a-bitch on the track. Doesn’t matter if you’re on two wheels or four.”

“You used to beat me.”

“But that was before your brother taught you motorcycles. Always riding around Miami on that bright-ass ‘Canary Yellow’ Ducati. You and Trent are mirror opposites in that area. You aren’t an arrogant son-of-a-bitch like Trent was but you were both trained by family. Tell me something Ryder? I know Speed taught you all about two wheels, just like Carmen taught Trent all about them. But who taught you cars Wolfe?”

He stared at Kayle with nothing showing on his face. Kayle and Sienna weren’t the only ones who could pull the stoic look. He was telling him who had killed Trent in a round about kind of way, leading right up to the X but letting him dig up the treasure. ‘Firstly, no more Pirates for the next few weeks. Second, Sienna taught me cars. And he stressed that Trent and I are mirror opposites….’ He let his face darken in the full second it had taken for the answer to appear and Kayle nodded softly. That BASTARD! He shot up out of his chair and about yanked the hinges off in his haste to get outside. Calleigh and Tripp were probably right behind him, but he didn’t care. He went straight for Eric and found him looking over the evidence in DNA.

“Malcolm Bingham is your murder.”

“We only just got the DNA back.”

“A friend that doesn’t like to be traceable told me in a round about way in the interrogation room. Get a warrant for Malcolm’s DNA and test it to whatever evidence you’ve found so far. He’s a bully that has a hair-trigger temper and likes to use whatever’s at hand to beat the living shit out of whoever pisses him off. Make sure the bastard can’t get off Eric. Trent Bingham deserves it.”

“You two were friends?”

“Bitter rivals. But we respected each other.”

He took Eric’s nod as confirmation and went back to Trace. Calleigh hadn’t followed him to DNA. ‘Normally she’s right on my heels….Oh God. She heard Kayle. She knows, she’s too smart not to tie it all together-’ He shook his head and swallowed hard. He had to leave right now. He couldn’t deal with this today, not with how he’d hallucinated that the biker from this morning had been Speed. He closed out on all his evidence in record time and stealthily made his way to the locker rooms after clocking out. He had enough over-time for the week, after all. No one noticed him, but sometimes it helped to have been a teenage deviant during high school, even if you never got caught sneaking onto the race track at 2 AM. He grabbed his stuff and went out the back to the parking lot. Sienna didn’t answer her cell phone when he tried her, but Kayle had said she was in MTAC. He managed to get to his car without being seen and drove on auto-pilot. He wound up at Sienna’s house and used the key she gave him to go sink down into her couch and zone out. He stared at the picture she kept on the mantle until a bright light blinded him. He blinked as his dry eyes adjusted from the shadows that had been creeping all around the room as the night descended and rubbed the scratchy feeling away as he stood up.

“Ryder, what are you doing here?”

“Trent Bingham was killed by Malcolm. Kayle was pulled in and he told me but the whole team knows about the family by now. Carmen had to have seen it and you know how Kayle and Carmen are seeing each other behind closed doors.”

“And they didn’t before?”

“Holy Shit!”

I'm Still Alive & A Story!

Sun, 21 Jan 2007 06:56:54 GMT

REALLY Long Time, no See. LJ doesn't like my college, apparently, and didn't want to work. *Headdesk*
But anyway, have been pounced by plot bunnies at spontaneous moments for weeks now, and have the first chapter of the Connected Series ready. Now, on to the momumentous task of trying to get LJ to cut.

Title: Son, Not So Lost
Rating: FMAO, just to be safe later on
Author: Viper/ Brian O'Connor
Disclamer: Ain't mine. Sienna, the Binghams, and Kayle's big brother are mine, but everyone else belongs to big corporations that I don't own. If I had three wishes, ability to rule over the scripts would be mine. Then I'd want them to be mine. Then I'd wish Lost Son hadn't happened. But I have yet to find a magic lamp with a Genie inside, so I'll just borrow them and return them the same as before..... Maybe a little angsted up (*snort*) but generally unharmed. Though Boa will probably be dead *snicker* *tucks 'Kill The Snake Lady' Banner under desk*
Spoilers: Um, Lost Son? Post mole-exposure? When everyone knows about Boa being what she is?
Warnings: Abuse, whumping, general Boa-Bashing, and Slash. But Slash isn't even a warning anymore, if you're not Sylum. :)
Author's Note: This is an AU where Lost Son? You know that episode? It happened here. But not like they display. In this one, Speed is Alive *waits for cheers and applause to die down* and was put into Witness Protection. But he wouldn't leave the team all alone, now would he?
Also, This probably remarkably incorrect in the regards of procedure of Marshals and Witness Protection, but I'm a College freshman who is only in college thanks to scholarships. All Flames will be used to make pretty fires to keep my mate and I warm, and to keep myself and Dino occupied. Feedback is GREATLY appreciated, cause I love you all, but this is my first story to be posted. Be harsh, but please don't make me cry.

Title: Son, Not So Lost
Rating: FMAO, just to be safe later on
Author: Viper/ Brian O'Connor
Disclamer: Ain't mine. Sienna, the Binghams, and Kayle's big brother are mine, but everyone else belongs to big corporations that I don't own. If I had three wishes, ability to rule over the scripts would be mine. Then I'd want them to be mine. Then I'd wish Lost Son hadn't happened. But I have yet to find a magic lamp with a Genie inside, so I'll just borrow them and return them the same as before..... Maybe a little angsted up (*snort*) but generally unharmed. Though Boa will probably be dead *snicker* *tucks 'Kill The Snake Lady' Banner under desk*
Spoilers: Um, Lost Son? Post mole-exposure? When everyone knows about Boa being what she is?
Warnings: Abuse, whumping, general Boa-Bashing, and Slash. But Slash isn't even a warning anymore, if you're not Sylum. :)
Author's Note: This is an AU where Lost Son? You know that episode? It happened here. But not like they display. In this one, Speed is Alive *waits for cheers and applause to die down* and was put into Witness Protection. But he wouldn't leave the team all alone, now would he?
Also, This probably remarkably incorrect in the regards of procedure of Marshals and Witness Protection, but I'm a College freshman who is only in college thanks to scholarships. All Flames will be used to make pretty fires to keep my mate and I warm, and to keep myself and Dino occupied. Feedback is GREATLY appreciated, cause I love you all, but this is my first story to be posted. Be harsh, but please don't make me cry.

Prologue:

He could only watch as the team still grieved for him. He hadn’t wanted to be pulled in to the Witness Protection Program, had fought It with everything he had, but they’d still managed to fake his death and lead his team to believe he was gone. He hadn’t wanted it to happen but he could have dealt with that. Wouldn’t have been easy, though durable. But what was really pissing him off was that they hadn’t let him tell his family. And he didn’t mean the Speedle’s, though Michael and Anne-Marie Speedle were great adopted parents. No, they wouldn’t let him tell his twin sister or his baby brother that he was going into hiding. Hell, Sienna was a fucking Marshal because of what their Marshal had told her when they’d been brought in to Protection when they were children! Sometimes, he wished they hadn’t testified against that mob boss after one of his hits killed their parents in New York. But they’d gotten loving, adopted parents in Miami and he’d been able to watch his twin sister become a helluva U.S. Marshal and his baby brother become the policeman he’d always wanted to be, and later, a CSI on the same team as his big brother. Ryan was a CSI on Horatio Caine’s team, just like they’d wanted, only, he wasn’t there to train him into the greatest Trace Expert in the country. His team was falling apart and it hurt to see his baby brother as the stoic, uptight person he’d been after the hit that took their parents. And he hadn’t told them the truth. Hadn’t told the team that he was grieving just like them when he’d started. But that was all going to change. ‘Don’t worry Ryan. Speed’s coming back from the grave and he’s going to make sure they get to know the real Ryan Wolfe.’ Timothy ‘Speed’ Speedle, or Timothy Cochrane according to his alias who went by ‘Speed’ for his addiction to all things fast, smiled to himself as he sat on the black motorcycle across from the crime scene. He was back in Miami and now that he knew about the real reason why he’d been pulled into Protection a second time, he was a man on a mission. He smiled as Ryan ran his left hand through his short hair, a bad habit of frustration all three of the siblings shared, and turned the ignition key of his bike. Dark eyes locked onto his as the engine rumbled, and for a second, he was scared that Ryan had recognized him despite the black helmet he wore to cover his head. He pulled into the Miami traffic and expertly weaved through the cars towards downtown. It was too soon to confront Ryan. First, he had to go see a certain U.S. Marshal he’d shared the womb with…

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Chapter 1: Not Who Thought He Was

“Hey, how can I help you?”

“A suspect refuses to speak to me.”

“Eric’s better with interrogation.”

“He won’t talk to anyone but you specifically. Asked for you by name and description. The name Dorian Kayle sound familiar?”

“Which room?”

He followed Calleigh to one of the interrogation rooms at the corner of the lab. He slipped in and sat down across from the glaring at Tripp. He’d known Dorian and Jeremy Kayle since they’d first moved to Miami. Jeremy was one of the few people in the lab who had been his friend in the beginning and he’d known Dorian long enough to know he preferred to be call Kayle rather than Dorian, and qualify as an unofficial big brother. He met familiar grey eyes as he sat down and leaned back in his seat with a subtle nod. Kayle knew he couldn’t lie to him. Knew he’d vouch for him before the lie detector test and be proven right, because Kayle knew he’d call his BS. He had a built-in ‘Bull Shit Detector’ and the closer you were to him, the easier he could read your lies. His older siblings had the same ‘detector,’ it’s what had made them so good at their jobs, but his was a step above. The twins could hardly lie to each other, but they could keep secrets from each other. They couldn’t from him. It’s what had him a good cop, and Kayle knew all that.

“Who died?”

“Trent Bingham.”

“Did you kill him?”

“No. I was with Sienna last night but she’s in MTAC and can’t be disturbed so your cop friend here decided to be my shadow.”

Kayle’s eyes went down to his hands and he picked up on the way his left hand tightened. Kayle was a lefty, like him, and his hand only did that little’ tighten up into an almost fist while the rest of his arm stayed lax’ thing when something hit too close to home. Kayle was as easy to read as a wall if you didn’t know him; a stoic, big nothing was all you got. And only he had caught his tell from the looks of it. Calleigh was too busy scrutinizing the back of his head and Tripp was too busy watching him interrogate. He was the only one who had an inkling of what had happened. But Kayle was already talking again before he could call him out.

“Ryan Wolfe, fastest son-of-a-bitch on the track. Doesn’t matter if you’re on two wheels or four.”

“You used to beat me.”

“Malcolm Bingham is your murder.”

“We only just got the DNA back.”

“You two were friends?”

“Bitter rivals. But we respected each other.”

“Ryder, what are you doing here?”

“And they didn’t before?”

“Holy Shit!”

My Xmas Stocking

Fri, 22 Dec 2006 02:05:39 GMT

Xmas Stocking

leave a gift for Wolfe_twin4eva

get your stocking

Cool-ness and disaster

Sat, 02 Dec 2006 06:11:11 GMT

Cool-ness:

I went out to eat at this great Chinese restaurant called Jin-Jin's in my hometown today. The fortune cookie I picked had my friends laughing on the floor.

My Fortune Cookie reads: You are gifted with words. You should write a book.

I about died laughing when it hit me, and I'm a redhead now, raven haired naturally, but platinum blonde at heart. I've gone full color spectrum of what you can find in a gene pool. I think Blue, Purple, Pink, Orange, Green, and Silver are the only colors I haven't been yet. Anyway- Cool-ness is my fortune cookie today.

Disaster:

I can't get my LJ to cut. I've tried to dozens of times before, but I don't think I'm doing it right. If anyone can tell me how to get this thing to cut properly, I'll get the first chapter the CSI:Miami story I gave teaser for up. Scroll down the page to read the teaser. Why can't LJ be my friend?! Why LJ, Why must you do this to me?!

Everyone in the Harem is staring at me, and the Coven are offering chocolate brownies as condolences. Death-by-chocolate-sundae-a-la-Jared-Leto sounds nice... Or -Horatio-Caine... Or -Ryan-Wolfe...

Sir Angst-a-lot is finally home!

Sat, 25 Nov 2006 02:26:48 GMT

Sir Angst-a-lot, my main squeeze rabid plot bunny the Harem and Coven love to feed, is finally home from the short trip he took to the Himalayas for Thanksgiving. Now I have to go feed him and chain him up in the backyard so he stays put long enough to get some work done!

Love is Love, no matter the form

Sun, 12 Nov 2006 23:20:40 GMT

"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" - Ernest Gaines

We would like to know who really believes in gay rights on livejournal. There is no bribe of a miracle or anything like that. If you truly believe in gay rights, then repost this and title the post as "Gay Rights". If you don't believe in gay rights, then just ignore this. Thanks.

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.

How many people have my name....

Wed, 25 Oct 2006 22:13:38 GMT

HowManyOfMe.com

There are:
115
people with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

That's a lot

Spoiler for a fanfic!!

Wed, 25 Oct 2006 15:31:28 GMT

A bunny that I have fondly named Sir Angst-a-lot has decided to bite me while I was typing up an English paper. To appease the bunny, I have typed the first paragraph of the story and found that I really like it. So here's a spoiler for a "Lost Son lied! Speed's not DEAD!!" story for CSI Miami.

He could only watch as the team still grieved for him. He hadn’t wanted to be pulled in to the Witness Protection Program, had fought It with everything he had, but they’d still managed to fake his death and lead his team to believe he was gone. But what was really pissing him off was that they hadn’t let him tell his family. And he didn’t mean the Speedle’s, though Michael and Anne-Marie Speedle were great adopted parents. No, they wouldn’t let him tell his twin sister or his baby brother that he was going into hiding. Sometimes he wished they hadn’t testified against that mob boss after one of his hits killed their parents in New York. But they’d gotten loving adopted parents in Miami and he’d been able to watch his baby brother become the Miami-Dade Policeman he’d always wanted to be and later, a CSI on the same team as his big brother. Ryan was a CSI on Horatio Caine’s team, just like they’d wanted, only, he wasn’t there to train him into the greatest Trace Expert in the country. His team was falling apart and it hurt to see his baby brother as the stoic, uptight person he’d been after the hit that took their parents. And he hadn’t told them the truth. Hadn’t told the team that he was grieving just like them when he’d started. But that was all going to change. ‘Don’t worry Ryan. Speed’s coming back from the grave and he’s going to make sure they get to know the real Ryan Wolfe.’ Timothy ‘Speed’ Speedle, or Timothy Cochrane according to his alias who went by ‘Speed’ for his addiction to motorcycles, smiled to himself as he sat on the black motorcycle across from the crime scene. He was back in Miami and now that he knew about the real reason why he’d been pulled into Protection, he was a man on a mission. He smiled as Ryan ran his left hand through his short hair, a bad habit of frustration all three of the siblings shared, and turned the ignition key of his bike. Dark eyes locked onto his as the engine rumbled, and for a second, he was scared that Ryan had recognized him despite the black helmet he wore to cover his head. He pulled into the Miami traffic and expertly weaved through the cars towards downtown. It was too soon to confront Ryan. First, he had to go see a certain U.S. Marshal he’d shared the womb with…

Now If I can just figure out how to link....

Tue, 24 Oct 2006 04:23:49 GMT

The Harem has decided to contact the Coven, the meeting point for all my female muses. And after watching one of my DVD's again, I have a possible story idea for a fanfic that crosses CSI: Miami and Practical Magic. Gotta love my muses.

But onto the Coven check list:

Sally Owens, Practical Magic: mixing up a lust potion in the kitchen for The Lady Insanity so she can throw a few good muses together and create a good smut scene.
Gillian "Jilly" Owens, Practical Magic: peeking in on the Harem.
Kate Todd, NCIS: watching Vids on Sylum Manor of all our favorite couples With Sarah Sidle.
Abby Scutio, NCIS: Headbanging.
Sarah Sidle, CSI: Watching vids with Kate.
Aiden Burn, CSI NY: laughing and drinking a beer on the couch at Abby's dancing.
Calliegh Duquesne, CSI Miami: laughing with Aiden on the couch and drinking a martini.
Amy Lee: watching everything with a notebook in her lap cackling happily and evilly as she writes the Coven theme song.
Rogue, X-men: sitting next to Calliegh, laughing.
Catherine Willows, CSI: laughing next to Rogue as Abby starts really headbanging to the music on the stereo.
Alexx Woods, CSI Miami: Laughing with the rest of the girls on the couch as Abby starts dancing with a Crime scene sketching dummy (the kind they use to find bullet tragectory)
Deveraux Cross, OC CSI Miami: Wondering how much trouble her adopted siblings Speed and Ryan are getting into and throwing popcorn at Abby, who catches it to everyone's shouts of joy!

So far that's the Coven. More to come.

But the Bunny demands attention and here goes the latest idea I've had:

In Practical Magic (If you've never watched the movie, go rent it. Nichole Kidman and Sandra Bullock as sisters that are witches. Must Watch It!), We never see Sally and Gillian's Aunt. In the Owens line, there always seems to be two sisters born to every generation: one fair and one dark. We never see Regina Owens', Sally and Gillian's fair redhaired mother, sister. Well, I got bit by this rapid little Bunny and I got to thinking; Why not a crossover between Practical Magic and CSI:Miami. What if Ryan was a Warlock, a male witch, and he had a twin sister and they were Regina's sister's kids? It's in the making but it's starting to shape up.....

Hello World!

Sat, 21 Oct 2006 02:23:51 GMT

Attention all muses in the Harem, friends, and other people who happened upon this site: I finally got my account working. Got off my bum and filled out all the stuff and FINALLY got my LJ account working! Time for a happy dance- on second thought, no. Happy dances tend to excite the muses and then the plot bunnies and penguins get fed too much. Or Ryan and Speed sneak off after bribing Riddick with his own little bunny to turn rabid and bring back more.
Time to do a Harem check:

Richard B. Riddick? Smirking at me,not good
Ryan Wolfe? Missing, not good
Timothy 'Speed' Speedle? Missing, really not good
Horatio Caine? Looking like a chesire cat, really REALLY not good
Mac Taylor? Keeping an eye on Danny
Danny Messer? Trying to beat Jim at pool
Jim Street, SWAT? Beating Danny at pool
Caleb Danvers? Watching the pool game with a smirk, note to self: keep Caleb away from the pool table
Dominic Toretto? I hear his Mazda revving
Brian O'Connor? I hear the Skyline revving
Greg Sanders? By the Stereo
Nick Stokes? By Greg, argueing over what kind of music to play
Warrick Brown? Playing referee
Alan Tracy, Thunderbirds? Messing with his bike at the back
Scott, John, Virgil, and Gordon Tracy? on search and seizure for Ryan and Speed
Dean Winchester? Getting his drink on by the pool table
Sam Winchester? Being a pansy at the bar
Tonny DiNozzo? Getting a Gibbs-smack for something at the poker table
Leroy Jethro Gibbs? playing poker and Gibbs-smacking
Gil Grissom? playing poker and observing
Ciara Wolfe? playing poker and winning, much to Gibbs' amused greif

Most everyone accounted for.... Ryan, I said NO MORE PLOT BUNNIES! OR PENGUINS! OWW! Not another bunnie bite.....

Your CSI RPG Character by Tonbo
LJ User Name
Character's first name	Angel
Character's eye colour	golden contacts
Character's hair colour	black with frosted blonde tips
Your character grew up with	Warrick
And has a crush on	Mac
And is mortal enemies with	Catherine
Your character's specialties are	smart ass comments
and	ballistics
and	chemical analysis
Your character's "thing" is	their wacky clothes and hair
Other RPers think	you're a feature character slut