note: the last chapter, ladies and gentlemen! I have finally finished this piece that I started in March and, funnily enough, the last paragraphs of this fic were the first I wrote down. 16.400 words, all just to get to that ending. It’s been one hell of a ride and I’ve loved writing this, plotting it, planning it and I love, love, love all of your reactions and ideas and thoughts. Thanks, everyone, for reading and commenting and just loving this piece of fanfic as much as I love it.
“Jim, honey, you just got here,” his mother says as she
stands a bit forlorn next to the car, watching as Jim stuffs his bags in the
“And now I’m leaving,” he mumbles as he pushes his bag to
the back of the trunk.
“Is it this man you met?” his mother asks and the frown
on her face is even audible in her voice. “You’re going back, right?”
At the mention of Leonard, Jim feels a whole range of
emotions bubble up inside of him. Anger, hurt, confusion, he hides it all in an irritated sigh as he closes the
trunk with a loud click. “I would have left either way, mom.” He turns to his
mother with accusation on his face. “You know that.”
Winona sighs. “I just hoped that we could make this
“Me too, mom,” he whispers and turns his eyes to the
front door where Frank stands, disdainful eyes resting on them. Jim sighs
harshly and shakes his head. “Me too.”
He doesn’t have to say anything else.
His mother’s made her choice, Jim knows that.
It’s just unfortunate for him that that choice is the man
standing in the doorway of what used to be a place Jim could call home, but those
days have long since passed.
The Artist and the Flatterer || McKirk-Tober Day #23
McKirk-Tober Day #23 || Serial Killer
Title: The Artist and the Flatterer
Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)
Warnings: swearing, a death happened, it’s dealing with a serial killer what do you expect from it?????
Summary: You know what they say about imitation.
Pre-A/N: Hooooooly shit I almost thought I wouldn’t get this one done. I had an exhausting weekend and to pair it with little sleep I was hoping I could get this done in time before I passed out.
That being said, I dug into my hundreds of hours I’ve logged over the years watching Criminal Minds to write this. Originally I was going to write about sirens, but when I got to this day I just wasn’t feeling it. ‘Killers’ was on my list of potential stories, but it wasn’t until a few days ago that I got this idea.