Summary: After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.
She awoke disoriented, breathing heavily and scrabbling for her pocket to
make sure the cash and phone were still there. But her hand got caught up in
cloth, and she sat up quickly, banging her elbow painfully against the door.
Emma took a deep breath, gritting her teeth against a curse. She’d been
covered with a blanket, and the cab was dark and silent, the truck’s motor off.
Rubbing her elbow, she threw off the blanket and looked around, fingering her
Authors’ Note: Happy Mother’s Day to all of the beautiful mommies out there one and all!!! The time has come for Rafael and Natalia to welcome two new Barbas into the world!!! But naturally there will be some drama first!!! @vintagemichelle91 and I so hope that you enjoy!!!
“Guess we’re having the
reception at the hospital.”
Despite Fin’s lame attempt at a joke, Rafael
instantaneously shifted into frantic father mode. Snatching the bouquet from
Natalia’s palms, he tossed the flowers to Rollins.
“Now you’re the
bride, Barba?” Rollins quipped.
“Does this mean that you’re next in line, Amanda?”
Carisi teased. Focusing on them for the smallest of seconds, Rafael saw the other detective blush, but just as quickly turned his attention back to his wife.
Yet he still heard them speaking…
“Sonny, this is not the time or the—”
“I’m only fooling around, Amanda,” he said.
“It does mean that someone else has to get married,
Momma,” Jesse pointed out as Rollins groaned, and Lucia said the flowers looked
like a perfect fit in her hands.
“Can we all please
focus on the fact that my wife is in labor?” Rafael’s voice rose an octave, and
he winded one arm around Natalia’s shoulders, his hands finding their way to
hers as she clutched her belly…
…and softly laced her fingers in his.
“It’s okay,” she murmured, shooting him a quick smile. “I…
I kind of wanted them at the wedding. Guess they sensed that much.”
“And I think
they’d appreciate it if their father was a bit more civil in the presence of his friends,”
Lucia said. Rolling his eyes at his mother, Rafael turned away from her, not in
any mood for her words of wisdom.
And no chance of saying anything else when Alessia rushed forward.
“Oh, Natty!” Alessia cried, taking hold of her free hand. “We should have waited. Or done it sooner. But I
“It’s on me,” Trevor cut in. “We should have eloped or—”
“Well I wouldn’t have wanted that,” Alessia said.
“Me neither,” Natalia said. “It… it was a lovely ceremony. And I…
I wouldn’t have missed it for anything in the…”
But they were
going to miss the reception. Her legs wobbled, and she breathed deeply. Rafael
continued to ease her towards the door, suddenly surrounded by every other
Melancholy boy on his mechanical guitar Sitting under the spire of molten night, Strumming notes to grate against the embers, To resonate a paean to an iron desire. Underneath his tentacle chest, obsidian butterflies Flutter their brass wings; these tiny things Had a name, wailed by the silent strings, Hailed by the silent streams of motor tears. But you are a god of onyx, and you don’t have ears.
Melancholy boy on his mechanical star, Dancing electro to neon this breadth of light, Tainting footfalls to scrape away the clusters, To move your will despite the wires. Underneath his gray cape, the spiral cries And he drowns in the slings, these awful things Are endless, like sharp metallic offsprings Impaled by your naive downpour of spears. Your heft is immortal and he doesn’t have the years
When the house slides open it is an unusual sight to behold. Four electric motors silently slide the 20 ton outer house shell back to reveal the inner glass and steel structure. The motors that power this sliding run on car batteries automatically rechargedthroughsolar power.
Currently the house shell slides back 28 meters (92 feet), a trip that takes about 6 minutes. In the “back” position the shell shades a patio. The London-based architectural firm that designed the house, de Rijke Marsh Morgan, allowed for the possibly of extending the track further to allow the roof shell to cover a garden or swimming pool.
okay so i was thinking red would make A GREAT boogeyman/pyramid head for mikey. he is the embodiment of mike’s negative past with kane and as a lieutenant. so this figure of red is taller, rusty and blood-covered. he also carries an axe. not sure about the name yet.
haha i think i am getting to wound up in my little silent hill/motorcity au hehehrhurhghgffhsdfh…..
Muse is now a child. However, they still have the mindset of a teenager, and might be prone to random emotional shock. Anon specifies age.
Instead of turning from Male to Female and vice-versa, they are now an uncommon gender (Trans, Genderfluid, Genderless, etc.). Anon specifies the gender, but cannot choose Male or Female.
Instead of muse swapping bodies with another muse, the muse switches colors and/or gender with another muse. Other mun must agree.
Instead of losing the ability to see, the muse now is starting to lose it. But they gain super-sensitivity to light at the last hour. Better have shades.
Silent Motor Mouth:
Instead of becoming mute right off the bat, Muse is now losing their ability to talk. It starts going into a whisper, and then nothing at all. An hour before the m!a is over, though, they can only shout at the top of their lungs.
Muse is starting to go deaf. However, they start to hear things that only they can hear.
Muse cannot tell lies. However, the muse believes in a lie as the truth. Anon specifies what they believe, be it the good guy thinking he's done a bad thing, or a fairy thinking that it's a demon.
@spywriter25 liked for a randomly chosen verse starter! I have chosen “assassins verse” loosely based off of the Uglies saga by Scott Westerfield —————————————————————- Everything had an icy clarity to it. The wind was cold against his extra sensitive skin as he raced down the path, his hearing barely picking up the noises of the nocturnal animals. The hover board itself was silent, motors no doubt running as high speeds. Frank could feel a bit of exhilaration in his gut. Leaving the Company was a rare treat, and they only did it when they needed to make sure the job went off without a hitch. This was truly a special circumstance. After all, it wasn’t everyday when someone called for the assassination of a high profiles government official. —————- Pressing his nail against his thumb, Frank felt his “skintenna” come to life, connecting him to his brother and the other two agents he had brought along. “No mess,” he reminded them, his own voice a bit muffled as he pulled his black skin mask over his face. —————————————- “In and out in three minutes tops,” Joe agreed. His younger brother was a great second in command. “We know the drill bro.” ————————— “This is going to be fun,” Shay remarked. Frank could see her light hair flying back from its ponytail, and he could only imagine the bloodlust in her eyes. ————————————— “Remember Shay, our target is the senator no one else,” he said sharply. “We don’t veer from the plan. No loopholes.”