Writing Muse

Fic: Something Earned Not Won - WIP

jenn_1 — Thu, 07 Aug 2014 20:38:20 GMT

If anyone is even wondering what I've been doing this summer, besides working, I've been writing a fic the last several months. It's not finished yet, I'm working on it. My Muse seems to have sunk her teeth on the Mighty Ducks fandom.

Something Earned, Not Won -

Fanfiction.net - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10282563/1/Something-Earned-Not-Won

AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/1494874

Enjoy.

Summer

jenn_1 — Wed, 11 Jun 2014 21:24:01 GMT

Seems like Summer is here once again. Time seems to go faster and faster as years come and go. Can't say too much has really changed over this last year. Seems to be about the same.

District Five Versus the Cardinals

jenn_1 — Sun, 23 Feb 2014 23:57:37 GMT

This was my first Mighty Ducks fanfic I wrote. Does anyone remember the hockey movie trilogy? Anyways, I wrote this little number way back, ten years ago. I have to admit I looked it over and cringed over the grammar. But that got fixed (I hope).

Disclaimer (Lengthy):
"The Mighty Ducks" and its’ principal protagonist, Gordon Bombay, and the other cast of characters were originally created by Steven Brill; the movie was directed by Stephen Herek. (September 20, 1992)
“D3: The Mighty Ducks” and its’ principal protagonist, Charlie Conway, and the other cast of characters were originally created by Steven Brill, Kenneth Johnson, and Jim Burnstien; the movie was directed by Robert Lieberman. (October 4, 1996)
This work is not intended for commercial use, and no permission is granted for reproduction of the text of this fiction on any other website without the express permission of the author. This is a fan work made by fans, for fans for entertainment reward only, and no money was made through the production and distribution of this work. Immediate removal of this work will occur upon presentation of a reasonable and legal request from the above named parties and their representatives, or the action of a DMCA notice.
Disclaimer (Short):
I don't own any of the characters or places, I merely have them on unauthorized loan - but I promise to return them if and when anyone from the above list (or one of their legal representatives) asks me to.

Title: District Five Versus the Cardinals
Author: Jenn
Rating: PG
Summary: Adam and his friends watch the Cardinals play District Five. During the game, Adam meets some boys from his brother’s high school.
Author’s Note: I wanted to dedicate this story to Meme. This is just from a reader who never reviewed her stories. I hope she accepts this humble story as a token of my appreciation of her wonderful work.
Spoilers: D1 – during the Cardinals and Ducks’ game, minor ones for D3
Thoughts are in italics.

"Where in the world is he?"
Zack Larson looked at his watch for the fifth time. They were going miss ring time if Adam did not get here in a matter of minutes.
"Who cares? Adam isn't going to show. Let's just go, before all the good seats are taken." Jordan McGill retorted a few feet away, pacing back and forth to keep warm.
Shooting his friend a skeptical look Zack replied, "This is District 5 we're talking about. How many people will show up to watch them?"
"True, but there is a good chance we'll play the Cardinals in the championship game."
"So? We'll beat them hands down."
"Who will we beat?" Adam Banks jogged up to his friends.
"It’s nice that you finally graced us with your presence, Banks." Jordan said dryly.
"Where were you?" Zack was surprised; Adam always was the one who was early or on time, which could not be said of Jordan or himself. Zack was lucky if he just made practices on time without Coach Reilly ready to chew him out.
Adam did not want to get into why he was late. So he settled with part of the truth. "I waited till the last minute to see if I could catch a ride. Dad left before I could get one. So I had to get the bus."
"A bus? Man, it's too bad Drew isn't gonna be 16 until June."
Jordan unknowingly hit on one of the people that caused Adam to be late. His dad and brother had been arguing and Drew left. Adam did not dare ask his father for a ride. Not in the mood he was in. Even if Adam had gotten the nerve to ask, Philip Banks left the house not five minutes after Drew had. Where his dad or brother had gone was anyone's guess.
"Are we just going to stand here or watch the game?" Zack asked, his hand on the door handle. Adam walked through the door behind his friends.
This game was going to be predictable. District Five 0 and the Cardinals will have a good score on the board. But not as high of a score as I help make in the Hawks game against District 5, Adam thought with a grin.
The Cardinals were already warming up. The District Five team was nowhere to be seen.
As they found seats next to the highest bleachers, Zack said, "Wonder where the girls are?"
"Probably too chicken to come out." Jordan said with a smirk.
Adam did not comment. District Five was bad, but he did not get pleasure making fun of them like his friends seemed to.
"Who are you talking about?" a voice asked from behind them. Turning around, the three Hawks saw two fourteen-year-old boys look questioningly at them. Jordan answered, "District 5. They're the worst team ever."
"The worst? How bad are they?" asked the boy with short blond hair. He had on a red jacket; which meant that he possibly was on the Eden Hall Warriors.
Zack replied, "Let's put it this way, the girl they’ve got on the team is really about the best out of them."
The two teen boys looked back at them incredulity. The blonde's tone matched his disbelief, "They've got a girl?"
Adam heard his friends agreeing, but he was not paying attention. His sapphire eyes were focused on the team coming on the ice.
No ugly orange shirts on any of the players like last time he had seen them. They had on real jerseys of green and yellow with an emblem of a duck on the front.
"That's District 5?" asked the boy with brown hair. He had been the one to ask whom Zack and Jordan where talking about earlier. He too had on a red jacket.
"They must've gotten a sponsor." Adam said more to himself then the others.
Jordan snorted. "That doesn't mean they can play."
District Five turned Ducks were throwing and catching footballs to one another. Their coach, Gordon Bombay, was in the center of it all.
"Isn't that Tammy and Tommy Duncan?" asked Zack. Sure enough the two figure skaters were now playing hockey. Adam wondered what possessed them to do that.
Adam looked at the Cardinals' side of the rink. He saw two of the boys talking and pointing at the Ducks.
"That's my brother Ian, number 13. And you're Andrew Banks' little brother aren't you?"
Adam turned to stare at the brown haired boy, then nodded. How would he even know I'm Drew's brother? Adam wondered. He did not think they looked very much alike.
The teen introduced himself. "Rick Riley." Nudging his friend, "This is Cole. We're on the JV team at Eden Hall." That explained the red jackets. Adam should have known.
But Jordan wondered about Cole's name. "Cole what?" asked Jordan. The teen gave him a look to say, Don't even ask.
"I'm Jordan McGill, this is Zack Larson, and Adam. The three of us-." Jordan was interrupted.
"Are on the Hawks." Rick finished for him looking at their coats.
Whack.
Clang.
The noise had them looking back down on the ice. Five pairs of eyes looked down at the person shooting pucks into the net. That is, some of the time. It was one of the Ducks practicing in front of the net.
"It's Reed." Adam barely whispered. One of the pucks sailed across the arena through the air and accidentally hit the wall near the top of the stands. People quickly got out of the way in time.
Fulton Reed was not someone Adam wanted to think about. He could still remember the smell of the garbage he and friends landed into thanks to Reed. But you deserved it; his conscience taunted him.
"Afraid of a little competition, Banksie?" jeered Rick.
Adam did not have time to comment on the name. Jordan started laughing like it was funniest thing in the world. He managed to speak trough his mirth, "Banksie…" Snicker. "That's good." Another laugh.
"It's Adam." Zack said, as he frowned up at a smirking Rick and then turned to glare to his friend hoping the look would shut him up.
Rick looked at Zack then back at Adam. "Sorry…Adam." But he did not sound apologetic.
"Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack!" A chant started quietly then grew louder as it continued.
Adam wasn't sure what the others thought of the little chant. He thought it was a little stupid but the quacking was not a bad thing, since it was obviously getting the Ducks and their fans hyped.
Rick made his opinion known. "That wasridiculous."
"They were better at trying to say win-" Zack began.
"Not like that would happen." Jordan cut in with a laugh.
"Are you guys done?" Adam looked at his two friends with exasperation. "I would like to watch the game." With that, they all settled down.
The game was different, not what the five boys expected. The Hawks thought the Ducks were going play as bad as they did in the Hawks/District Five game. Even though the Ducks had not scored, they were playing better. And Goldberg was not afraid of the puck anymore. He even managed to get some stopped, preventing the Cardinals to score. Save for the two pucks that got pass the Duck goalie. The two JV players thought the Cardinals would wipe the ice with the Ducks. They were not happy that the score was 2 to 0 at the end of the first period. Rick secretly hoped his brother's team would make it to the championship game. The three Hawks in front of him along with the rest of their team needed to get their asses kicked.
Adam was watching the game, but he was deep in his own thoughts. Mostly about the argument he had overheard from his dad and brother. Drew did not want to play hockey after this season. He wanted to do something else and focus on his schoolwork. Their father thought his oldest son was crazy.
In truth, Adam did not understand that himself. Drew was only a sophomore at Eden Hall, but he had made Varsity this year. Adam thought that was cool. But Drew wanted to give that all up?
Drew also told his father he hated it that their dad pushed him into hockey just because he was good at it. Drew also said that he felt hockey did not challenge him anymore and that he never loved the game. Adam had not fully understood all of what his brother had been talking about. Drew also had mentioned him. That Adam was different. That he had a love for the game. That he was better then Drew was and would ever be. And Drew was afraid if their father would push Adam like he had him, it would break him. Drew had stormed out of the house without so much as waiting to see what their father would say.
What did Drew mean by all that? Surely I am not better then him? He is a much better player then I. How could Dad push me with hockey? I could never stop. That is all I want to do. Just to play-
Adam got jolted out of his thoughts by getting elbowed in the ribs by Jordan. "Jeez for someone who's watching the game, your doing a good job of paying attention."
"What'd I miss?"
"Look at the Ducks' fans."
The fans in question were jumping up and down cheering their hearts out.
"Jesse Hall made a goal." Zack said nodding down to the ice were the Ducks were celebrating their first goal ever.
"So the Oreo Line made a goal, big deal. They're acting like they won the game." Jordan rolled his eyes.
"That's just it, it is a big deal to them." Adam stated quietly to his friend.
"It's like your happy for them."
Turning around he faced Cole. "So, maybe I am and maybe I'm not. It's just one lousy goal. I could really care less." He replied with a shrug.
Narrowing his eyes, Rick said in a snide voice, "There are some things you are gonna have to learn when you get to high school hockey, Banksie boy. For one thing, don't defend the other team, it’s not done."
Zack and Jordan watched the small exchange, but they took what Rick had to say to heart.
"Rick has a point." Jordan said. Zack nodded his agreement.
Adam did not say anything. But he thought, It's not like I am going to turn on the Hawks.
When Dave Karp got hit in the helmet with puck Adam did not say anything. But he was glad to see that Karp appeared okay if not a bit dazed. His friends remained quiet too. Rick and Cole were inpatient for the game to continue.
With only twenty-eight seconds left in the game, it looked like the Cardinals were going to win 2-1.
That was when Ducks' coach put Fulton Reed on the ice.
The Cardinal players scattered and curled up to protect themselves. Adam silently laughed seeing Ian Riley and his teammates. He was sure if it had been him and his own team down there, they would not cower for anything.
With the Cardinals ducking for cover, Connie Moreau got control of the puck and shot it to Guy Germaine, who shot the puck into the goal. The goalie wasn't prepared to stop it in time.
The Ducks tied with the Cardinals. The Ducks had…tied! Adam could not believe it.
The Ducks' families and friends were going wild.
As Zack, Jordan, and Adam were ready to leave, Rick put a hand on Adam's shoulder. "See you in a few years, Banksie."
"Right." Adam answered quietly. I hate that name.
Playoffs the Semi Finals – Ducks VS Cardinals
Adam skated to and fro letting his legs loosen up. The game was going start in ten minutes. Slowing and coming to a stop, Adam looked up at the stands. Was his dad among the fans? Not that his father would be caught dead in the Ducks section.
There's Ms. Conway, Mr. Hall and Hans, he thought seeing their familiar faces. Smiling, he saw Drew and gave him a quick wave. At least someone from his family was here.
Looking over on the other side of the arena, Adam's eyes saw the red in the shirts and coats of the Cardinal fans. But someone in red sitting on the highest bleacher caught his eye. Rick Riley.
Of course he's here for Ian and his team to win.
"What ya lookin' at, Banks?" Karp's voice startled him.
"The Cardinals' fans."
Now that Adam was on the Ducks, he had learned that there was more to the game then just winning. He had learned too that it was fun, win or lose. But Adam had to admit it was great to still win. The Ducks also were accepting him. But did they like him or just the hockey player?
"Looks like your friends are here." Peter said with a disgusted look as he and Jesse skated up to them. Well maybe most of the Ducks accepted him.
"Friends?" Adam regretted asking as soon as the word left his mouth.
Jesse nodded his head to the end of the Cardinals section. Following Jesse's gaze, Adam saw Jordan and Zack in front of the stands. He had not seen either of his so-called friends since the North Stars game. They were watching him and knew when he saw them. Great.
Seeing what his three teammates were looking at Karp shook his head. "Don't these jerks have anything better to do?"
No. And I would be with them, if- Adam halted in mid thought. It doesn't matter. But it did. Even if the Ducks made it to the championship game; there was no way that they could beat the Hawks.
Jesse's voice, laced with disdain brought him out of his thoughts. "You miss it, Cake-Eater?"
He was not going to let Jesse get to him. Pressing his lips into a thin line he said nothing and skated away. Letting out a sigh, one thought came to mind.
The Ducks had a game to win.
The End

Anime

jenn_1 — Thu, 07 Oct 2010 21:25:06 GMT

Anime -

Most loved to date.

Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion - Stages

Code Geass: R2 Lelouch of the Rebillion - Turns

Code Geass: Manga
I've only read some of the manga to Code Geass but it doesn't seem that different from the show, only minor differences.

Code Geass - (info)

Full Metal Alchemist - first series

Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood (is close to the manga)

Full Metal Alchemist Movies:
Conqueror of Shamballa - I enjoyed this well enough, though it seemed not well received by fans.
The Sacred Star of Milos - I was a bit weary about this movie, though excited by something more after Brotherhood and it was not that great, though it still was an decent movie.

Full Metal Alchemist - Manga
I've not read alot of the manga until after seeing Brotherhood which the series was heavily based on, unlike the first series.

Full Metal Alchemist - (info)

Angel Beats - anime
I thought this show was cute, silly, and a little mysterious, but I loved it.

Ranma 1/2 - anime
A show that was done in the late 80s/early90s. Funny. Very cute.

Ranma 1/2 - manga
I haven't read the manga much, but the little I did I thought was cute.

Ranma 1/2 (info)

Tiger and Bunny - anime
I thought it was a cute show,very super-heroic, more of a TV reality show with superheros.. Enjoyed.

Tiger and Bunny:The Beginning and The Rising (Dub TBD) - movies
I saw The Beginning, though a but of a recap of a few of the first episodes of the show, the movie isn't solely a recap of just that, it was a decent anime movie in it's own right.

Tiger and Bunny - manga
Never read.

Avatar - The Last Airbender - cartoon
Surprisingly, I Loved the series.

Other anime I've watched but I haven't really read any of the manga if they have it.

Fruits Basket - anime
Liked. But don't think I'll watch again.

Ouran High School Host Club - anime
Loved.

Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann - anime
Loved.

The Sacred Blacksmith - anime
I thought it was a cute show, strange some, but Middle Ages like. Enjoyed. Hope for a second season some point.

Girls Bravo - anime
Liked mostly.

B Gata H Kei - anime (sub)
Watched about half, liked somewhat. Now going to be dubbed in Jan 20

RahXephon - anime
Seen eppy 1.

Eureka seveN - anime

Witch Hunter Robin - anime

The Vision of Escaflowne - anime

Soul Eater - anime
Seen eppy 1.

Mai-HiME - anime
Seen eppy 1.

Karin - anime
Seen eppy 1.

Hayate no Gotoku! (sub) - anime
Seen eppy 1.

Elemental Gelade - anime
Seen eppy 5.

Wolf's Rain - anime

Ones that I'm in the process of watching that are in the middle of the series.

Sword Art Online - anime

The World God Only Knows: anime Stopped

The Legend of Korra
Book 1: Air, Book 2: Spirits, Book 3: Changes, Book 4: TBD

I feel this is a much darker series then the first Avatar series, yet more adult feel to it. It is still enjoyable.

My To Do List

jenn_1 — Wed, 22 Sep 2010 21:21:36 GMT

Okay I know I'm never on here. Maybe that should be #1, lol.

Anyway.....

To Do List -

Fics -

Start on my Batman fic.

Start on my Code Geass fic.

Start on my FMA fic.

Write at least at oneshot in Narnia before the movie comes out.

Update and continue at least one of my Narnia fics.

Anime -

Watch Justice League.

Watch Avatar - The Last Airbender.

Watch Elemental Gelade.

Anime

jenn_1 — Thu, 06 May 2010 22:08:25 GMT

I know I'm not one to talk much on LJ. I don't come here that much. Been working mostly. If anyone who wants to know what I do in my free time?

I've been watching Japanese anime, or at least some of it. Some of my favorite anime series I've seen and fell in love with are: (info from Wikipedia)

Full Metal Alchemist - manga and and anime.

Full Metal Alchemist - (episodes) First anime, and second - Brotherhood.

Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion and R2 - Episodes

I've seen some other anime series but these are just some of the ones that I've enjoyed the most.

Where I Belong - Prologue

jenn_1 — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 00:50:02 GMT

Title: Where I Belong
Author: Jenn
Summary: [Moviebased] During Prince Caspian, missing scenes seen through Edmund’s eyes. What were his thoughts and feelings with some of the things going on around him?
Rating: PG
Category: Family. Angst. Non Slash.
Disclaimers: They’re not mine, they’re copyrighted to and belong to C.S. Lewis. The movie is based off of Lewis’ work and copyrights also go to Walt Disney and Walden Media. Not making any money for this story. This fic is just for enjoyment.
Thoughts and quotes from the books are in italics.

Prologue

Leaving Home

Finchley, 1941

The wind blew a light breeze through the open window. The day was sunny. But he had to pack. His brother’s suitcase was already done, on the bed across from him.

Edmund Pevensie put the last of his socks in his suitcase. The summer holidays had gotten by so quickly. And his eleventh birthday had just been last week.

He turned back to his nightstand. His gift from his father was there, his electric torch. Though it was hardly real silver, it reminded him of the sliver crown of leaves he once wore on his head.

Edmund was not so shallow that he wished to be King of Narnia once again. The Talking Beasts. The dryads and nymphs. He missed Narnia. But most of all Aslan.

“Edmund?”

He turned at the sound of his mother’s voice. She had a picture in her hands. And handed it over to him.

“Mum…” Edmund looked down at the picture of his father in his uniform. The very same one he had run back into the house for over a year ago when one of the air raids nearly had killed him had Peter not been there.

“I know how much you miss your father,” she said as she tried to not to cry.

He had a feeling that he was going to get choked up himself. He usually didn’t cry, not if he could help it. It was the only current photo she had of Dad.

“No, Mum, he needs to be here with you,” he managed to say softly. Edmund put it back in his mother’s hands. He still remembered Mum had not questioned him as he had taken the picture of Dad with him to Professor Kirke’s house last summer.

She gave him a watery smile.

His mother, Helen Pevensie, looked a lot like and very much like his older sister Susan, with the same dark brown hair. Edmund thought Susan got her mothering tendencies from Mum too. But perhaps Lucy looked a bit like Mum as well; she and Edmund both had her eyes. And just like Lucy had been Queen Lucy the Valiant. Edmund would have to say that his Mum had to be valiant in sending her four children away during the air raids last year.

Mum set the picture on his bed. Edmund wasn’t quite caught off guard when his mother hugged him close. But it did shame him when he would push her away in the past. Well, before. Before Aslan had changed him.

This certainly was not the first hug Mum had given him since he and his siblings had been back from Narnia. But this somehow felt different to him. Maybe because he was leaving for school?

“Mum?” Edmund asked as she brushed his black hair from his face.

“You’ve grown so much the last few months. I can almost look you right in the eye.”

Edmund laughed. “I think I have in the last year. Mum, it’s just another year of school, it’s a bother, but school is school.”

She started to fold his collar of his navy school blazer to get the creases out. “I want you to promise me you’ll look after your brother for me. And your sisters.”

“Mum-”

”Edmund, please.” Her voice was a plea - there was worry in the brown orbs.

How can I? Peter’s the oldest. But I can do no less - I protected Narnia with my brother and sisters.

Edmund nodded to his mother.

“Mum.”

Edmund looked toward the doorway. Peter!

“Susan and Lucy are ready,” his voice was tense.

Mum could tell Peter was angry. “Peter-”

“We should get going, we don’t want to be late for the train,” Peter cut in. He come in and grabbed his suitcase and knapsack. He stopped long enough to glance back at his younger brother with a glare.

“I’m sorry, Mum.”

“No, Edmund. I should have been more careful with my words. You should finish.” She took Dad’s picture and left the room.

Edmund turned back to his packing but didn’t see it. All he saw were the icy blue eyes of his older brother. He had not seem Peter quite that mad with him save for those times Edmund had done something impulsive when he was King in Narnia, usually putting his own life in danger. Or worse still, when Edmund had betrayed his siblings.

“Edmund, are you ready?”

Turning, Edmund saw his sisters. “Almost, Susan. You can go on.”

Edmund closed his suitcase with a sigh.

“Ed?”

He hadn’t even heard his little sister.

”Yes, Lu?”

”Are you okay?”

“I will be. But I really don’t want to talk about it.”

Lucy looked like she wanted to argue, but she let it drop. With a nod, she let him be.

Everything was packed. Edmund took his torch - he wasn’t sure what use it would be in school, but he put it in his knapsack.

He gathered his things. Edmund knew it was the hardest on Peter for them to be here in England, rather than in Narnia.

Or was it something else?

Then he remembered – “Promise me you’ll look after the others.”

Edmund remembered heard his mother say this Peter like it had been yesterday, and not a year ago. Mum made me promise the same thing.

So much changed in a year. But it feels more then a year for the rest of us, I know the others feel it too. Narnia-

“Edmund! Get down here now!”

He winced. The High King calls.

He walked over to the window, and set down his suitcase. He let one breath of wind brush his face before closing it.

As Edmund left his room, he thought, Even if we aren’t Kings and Queens here, Aslan said we are in Narnia. And the Professor said we’d go back, but as Peter always asks: When?

Thanks for reading, please comment. Jenn

Back to the basics

jenn_1 — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 15:09:49 GMT

I don't know if anyone keeps an eye on my LJ, but I just wanted to say that I back to a basic account because I'm rarely on LJ now and days, so I don't think it was worth paying the yearly rate.

Nothing much as be going on with me, just writing a bit here and there. And if not that working, workinig.

Crossing Ettinsmoor

jenn_1 — Sun, 18 Jan 2009 22:17:47 GMT

Title: Crossing Ettinsmoor

Author: Jenn

Summary: [Movie/Book based, maybe future Movie] During the Sliver Chair. Eustace Scrubb thinks a bit about his first Narnia trip as he, Pole, and Puggleglum travel through Ettinsmoor one day.

Rating: PG

Timeline: A few months after the events of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, in the middle of The Silver Chair.

Spoilers: For the 2005 and 2008 movies and major ones for the VDT and for the SC.

Category: General. No Romance.

Feedback: Always happy to hear what readers have to say.

Disclaimers: They’re not mine; they’re copyrighted to and belong to C.S. Lewis. The movie is based off of Lewis’ work and copyrights also go to Walt Disney and Walden Media. Not making any money for this story. This fic is just for enjoyment.

Thoughts and quotes from the books are in italics.
Thanks to htbthomas for the beta.

They traveled across Ettinsmoor for many days, saving the bacon and living chiefly on the moor-fowl (they were not, of course, talking birds) which Eustace and the wiggle shot. The Sliver Chair Ch 6 page 83

Day Five

“First, as soon as Eustace sets foot in Narnia he will meet an old and dear friend. He must greet that friend at once. If he does, you will both have good help.”

Eustace Scrubb listened as Jill Pole repeated the signs Aslan had given her.

We muddled that one up. He still could not believe that Caspian was an old man, and he and Pole were on a quest to try to find his lost son.

“Second, you must journey out of Narnia to the north till you come to the ruined city of the ancient giants.”

He tried not to shudder, remembering the group of giants they had seen a few days ago. And the game they played with the rocks. They had bawled like babies. It was a miracle they had gotten out of there alive!

“If we don’t get killed by giants first, I shouldn’t wonder.” Puddleglum said.

Eustace really shuddered this time, but he decided it was the wind, it was getting colder the farther north they traveled. It had been quite warm and breezy that morning, but now, at the day’s end, the temperature was falling. Would it be colder than last night? He was pretty sure it would be.

Pole only ignored the Marsh-wiggle. “Third, you will know the lost prince by this; - no, that isn’t right!” Pole’s breath came out in a vapor and she frowned, trying to remembering the sign.

“Isn’t it something about writing in a ruined city?” Eustace asked her.

“Oh! Third, you will find writing on a stone in that ruined city, and you must do what the writing tells you.”

“How are we going to know which writing to follow? There could be thousands of stones with writing on them there.” Eustace wondered aloud. “Were giants always stupid? I mean if they had cities and could write…”

Pole gave him a dirty look. What had he done? Oh, sure, Puddleglum could say giants could murder them, but he couldn’t talk?

“Fourth, you will know the lost prince by this: he will be the first person you have met in your travels who will ask you to do something in the name of Aslan.”

Eustace looked around him. They had been walking all day and the moor seemed to stretch for miles and miles.

They walked on for a few more miles. The sun was beginning to set when Puddleglum called a halt.

“We’ll stop here for the night. I’m going to see if I can get us some dinner. Don’t be surprised if I come back empty-handed.”

Puddleglum went off to try to get their dinner. Eustace wished he could go too, though he knew how to use a bow, he didn’t use it well. He had tried to get lunch, but missed. He was going have to work on that, and sword fighting. After all, he did break Caspian’s second best sword the last time he was here. But what were the chances he would be fighting any sea serpents again?

It was a quiet affair as he and Pole gathered wood, and other leaves to start a fire.

Puddleglum did come back with dinner. More moor-fowl. Eustace was starting to get sick of the stuff. He almost wished for his parents’ vegetarian diet, almost.

He was too tired and hungry at this point to care. He helped Puddleglum clean the fowls in a nearby stream. It was a messy job, and his hands, which were already cold, felt even colder after plucking and cleaning the fowl.

An hour and half later after he was full and at least a bit warmer, Eustace had to say it was worth it to eat. He was feeling a little sleepy, but he didn’t want to go to bed yet.

He put his hands in his pockets, but felt the small notebook he had there. Why he still carried it around, he did not know. He never used it anymore.

Moving closer to the fire, Eustace opened it up to see what he had inside. The first few pages had his marks in it. He always boasted about that before, he had last term anyway. He still wanted to do well at his school, but he didn’t need to brag about it, he suppose.

Eustace flipped through to the pages, his mind going back to the Dawn Treader as he wrote in this diary, and how bad he thought had things been.

“What are you looking through, Scrubb?” Puggleglum asked.

“An old diary.”

He found one of the last entries he had written, one that had been at home in Cambridge.

August 22

Edmund and Lucy left to go back home today. They said they will tell Peter and Susan that I went to Narnia, but will they believe them? I was so beastly to them before.

They promised they would write to me at school, which would be good. Would anyone notice that I’ve changed at the Experiment House? Will They notice? I had always wanted to be part of Their group, but now…

Al-Mum, that’s still weird to write and say, but my cousins do have a point. I should honor my parents. But Mum still says I’m very common now, and that the Pevensies have bewitched me. I think she hopes now they are gone I will go back to my old self. As Caspian would say, “By the Lion, I hope that won’t happen!”

But most of all I want to go back to Narnia again.

Eustace looked up from his reading. Pole had been gazing at the fire as well, giving him some space. Puggleglum lit his pipe.

Well, some of my answers from that day have been answered now. He hadn’t heard from any of his cousins yet, but hopefully he would soon. And of course everyone at the Experiment House had noticed he had changed.

“Scrubb, you where here before, what did you hear of the giants?” Pole asked, interrupting his thoughts.

He moved away from the fire, which took him a second to get thoughts in order. “Um. Like I said, I wasn’t in Narnia last time. Caspian said the giants had to pay him tribute.”

“And what was it like at sea?”

He had been real ass during the first part of the voyage. Not until he had been turned into a dragon had he really changed. But then he had seen Aslan who changed him back to a boy…

“I came along with my cousins like I had said, they met Caspian before. The Pevensies - their names are Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy. I was-”

“You’re kin of the Kings and Queens of old?” Puddleglum interrupted him and sat up. He had been quietly smoking his pipe until that point.

Eustace felt a blush burn his cheeks, and was glad it was too dark for the others to see. “Y-yes.”

“How is that?”

Letting out a breath, Eustace knew he had to explain. “Remember how I said time here runs differently?”

“Yes.”

“The Pevensies were here-”

Puggleglum cleared his throat loudly. “The Kings and Queens.”

Eustace continued, “The Kings and Queens, though they’re my cousins, from what Edmund and Lucy told me, they were here over 1300 of your years ago, but it was really only three of our years ago when they went to Narnia the first time. Ed told me that Lucy was the first to come here, and it was in the middle of winter, a long one, and a witch was ruling the land. The others-”

“The White Witch.”

Eustace scowled at him. “The others, Peter, Susan, and Edmund came after her-”

“First, it’s High King Peter, and Queen Susan. King Edmund came next after Queen Lucy. He befriended the White Witch. Did he not tell you that part of the story?”

”Do you want to tell the story?” Eustace did not try to bother to answer Puddleglum’s question. He was really starting to lose his temper with the Marsh-wiggle.

“Very well,” he said calmly as he continued to smoke his pipe.

It wasn’t that Edmund hadn’t told him about his betrayal of his siblings and Narnia, Eustace hadn’t really wanted to hear it. Although, Eustace did know a bit of the Edmund’s betrayal, it seemed whether he wanted to know about the deception or not, he was going to know now.

Puddleglum started the tale of how Queen Lucy met a Faun named Tummus. (Eustace did remember about a chap that Lucy had talked about named Mr. Tummus.) Narnia had been in the reign of the White Witch for a hundred years. Something he still didn’t understand, logically the weather couldn’t always stay the same all the time - the seasons came and went. But trying to explain that to Puddleglum, Eustace was sure he would get no better results then he had when he tried reasoning with Caspian and Reepicheep on the Dawn Treader.

He must have fallen asleep during the tale; the Marsh-wiggle did have a monotonous voice. But what was worse was his snoring!

“At least Caspian and Ed didn’t snore,” Eustace said to himself. He was remembering his Dawn Treader days. “And I had a bunk to sleep in, not the hard and lumpy ground.”

“Scrubb?” came a quiet voice.

“Pole? Did I awake you?” Eustace kept his voice low as he sat up stiffly. It had gotten colder too.

“No, I couldn’t sleep,” she said as she tried to get the dying fire going again.

“Did you get to hear all of the story? I fell asleep,” he admitted sheepishly.

“I did too. But I have to wonder, if Edmund sided with the Witch, how did he end up being a king with his brother and his sisters?”

“We’ll have to hear the rest from Puggleglum. But I think we should get the real story from my cousins. I will have to introduce you to them one day.”

“You think we’ll find the lost prince?” Pole wrapped her blanket tighter around herself.

A snore broke through the air.

“The reason we can’t sleep.”

“I keep dreaming about road drills or waterfalls because of it.”

“Or trains.”

Pole nodded. “I dreamt that too. In tunnels, no less.”

He smiled at that, as he stared at the fire.

Eustace pulled out his notebook. He didn’t need it. And they didn’t have any more wood to add. It would keep the fire going for a little longer. He put it in and watched as the flames curled the cover and the pages.

The two friends were quiet for a time. Eustace didn’t know about Pole but he was becoming more awake, not more sleepy.

“You still haven’t answered my question, you know.”

Eustace didn’t remember what she was talking about. “What question?”

“Do you think we’ll find Prince Rilian?”

Yes was right on the tip of his tongue, but Eustace stopped before saying so. How did he really know if they would find the lost prince?

“I don’t know, Pole. We have the signs Aslan gave us. And I would think Rilian would look a bit like Caspian did, with dark hair. Or maybe golden haired like his mother.”

“That does and doesn’t help, Scrubb.” Pole sighed. “But I think we should get some sleep or Puddleglum will wonder why we’re lagging behind tomorrow.”

Eustace was still not sleepy as he settled back down with his blanket.

“First, as soon as Eustace sets-”

Eustace thought Pole was talking to him for a minute there, but he realized that Pole was reminding herself of the signs.

”-he will meet an old and dear friend. He must greet that friend at once, if he does, you will both have good help.”

That had him sighing. Caspian had been so young and full of life. His hair had once been dark brown, and Caspian had only been a few years older. Eustace could still remember the day Caspian gave him his second-best sword.

“Second, you must journey out of Narnia to the north till you come to come to the ruined city of the ancient giants.”

We’re heading in that direction. We are, aren’t we?

“Third, you will find writing on a stone in that ruined city, and you must do what the writing tells you.”

You got the sign right that time, Pole. What will the writing tell us to do? And will we know if we’ve gotten the right stone?

“Fourth, you will know the lost prince by this, he will be the first person you have met in your travels who will ask you to do something in the name of Aslan.”

He wished Edmund and Lucy was here with him and Pole to help find the lost prince. They would know these lands, he was sure.

But they aren’t here. It’s just you and Pole-

Another snore broke the air.

And Puddleglum who is a wet blanket.

Eustace looked at the stars. He had met one once near the World’s End. Rilian’s grandfather, the retired star, Ramandu.

He could hear Pole’s breathing even out. She was asleep. He needed to get to sleep himself.

Shutting his eyes, Eustace thought, or maybe prayed - Aslan, please let us find Caspian’s son.

The End

Notes: This fic is set a few days prior before they meet the Lady of the Green Kirtle and the knight.

Happy Birthday!

jenn_1 — Sun, 17 Feb 2008 13:29:13 GMT

Happy Birthday htbthomas! I hope you have a wonderful and great day with your family. Hope you have a good year all around.

Happy Birthday Barbara!!

This and That

jenn_1 — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 01:22:17 GMT

I know I haven't been on LJ for ages but I'm still alive. I just don't come on that much. I've mostly lurk usually on LJ if at all. Or I've been known to read fanfiction at times. Yet not write my own that needs it badly.

I could easily write my two cents on Spider-Man One More Day, but I'm not. I am at this point not even going be reading Spider-Man anymore. I planning doing some of my own fanfiction could happen surrounding that time, one AU, and another with it being AU to Brand New Day.

27 Dresses (No spoilers) Most would say the movie for the most part is you typical chick flick and and the same old story that has been done before.. But I really loved the movie and I think Katherine Heigl and James Marsden did a great job in the film. I gave it two thumbs up and plan to buy the DVD when it comes out.

New Prince Caspian Trailer!!

jenn_1 — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 01:47:21 GMT

Narniaweb has the new Prince Caspian trailer that came out today. It also has it to download, something I did. And has screen shots of the trailer. I really loved it and am so dying to see the movie now!

Prince Caspian trailer

I have to say that I have to get use to the fact that the kids have grown, not that that's surprising, it's expected of course. But they grow so quickly and look so much older. Lucy's hair is longer which seems to make it slightly more canon which is nice. The others look older too but still the same in ways.

Wish we could have seem more of the old Narnians too, there are so many memoriable ones from this story. I guess they want us to wait until the movie.

There were alot of flashy scenes, but the one of the White Witch was a surprise and shock to see. If anyone has read the book, she doesn't even show up in it.

But the movie should be good anyway. I'm exicted to see it!</div>

Trick or Treat

jenn_1 — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 09:05:14 GMT

Title: Trick or Treat
Author: jenn_1
Summary: {Movieverse} Mary Jane helps Aunt May give out candy to the kids on Halloween. While she’s doing that, she remembers the Halloween two years before when the Parkers’ home got trashed. Set six months before SM2. Oneshot.
Rating: PG
Category: General. Oneshot. Mostly in M.J.’s POV.
Feedback: Always happy to hear what readers have to say.
Dedication: I’m dedicating this fic to htbthomas.
Thanks to: Thank you so much for betaing this for me, Georgia Kennedy!
Disclaimers: They’re not mine. Stan Lee and Marvel own them. Not making one penny for this story. This fic is just for enjoyment.
Thoughts are in italics.

Trick or Treat

- O – O – O – O – O – O -

“Trick or treat!”

Mary Jane Watson smiled at the six youngsters who held up their goodie bags for their treat. Giving them each some candy, Mary Jane was inundated with ‘thank you’s’ from each child. She watch them hurry off to the next house, two older women at their heels.

Shutting the door, M.J. set the candy bowl down on the table. Glancing around, she looked at small nick knacks and different Halloween decorations around the room. There was everything from witches, a jack o’ lantern on the table, and even some cobwebs in the corners of the room. May Parker had certainly outdone herself this year.

Aunt May come out of the kitchen. “They keep coming don’t they, dear?”

“Yes they do. It seems that it’s slow for a little awhile then they come in groups one after another and you can’t keep track of them.”

“It always seems to be like that.”

Smiling Mary Jane said, “I didn’t mention earlier, but the house looks great. Did Peter come and help you?” She had noticed some of the decorations outside when she had come in earlier. M.J. hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to May with the kids coming as they did.

“No, I haven’t seen much of Peter lately. But I call from time to time. Sometimes I can catch him, but other times the Lord only knows where he is.”

Aunt May did all of this by herself? M.J. wasn’t happy with that, but she could relate to Peter’s no show or disappearing acts. She hadn’t seen Peter in months. The last time she had seen him was sometime around her birthday. That had been in July.

“I haven’t heard from Peter in awhile either. I guess everything he does keeps him busy.”

“Oh, I understand that, Mary Jane. Peter has school and his job at the Bugle. But I wish he wasn’t always trying to find that Spider-Man, I would feel better knowing that he’s safe.”

“I’m sure Peter knows when to keep out of trouble, Aunt May.” Though, M.J. had to wonder if Spider-Man had to save Peter for getting caught in the middle of a crime. Mary Jane bit her lower lip at that thought.

“Yes, but I don’t know what is in his head to try to get that-that…” May stopped herself. She didn’t want to say menace just because the Daily Bugle called Spider-Man that. She finished with, “That person’s picture all the time.”

Mary Jane shrugged. “I think Jameson only takes the pictures of Spider-Man that Peter gets. That’s why Peter is always after him.”

Sighing, May said, “I know Peter needs to pay his bills. I haven’t been to his new apartment. He doesn’t say, but I’ve got the a feeling that Peter’s home isn’t very…clean.” May wasn’t sure the word to describe a place she had never been to.

Mary Jane nodded. She too hadn’t seen Peter’s apartment. And he had been there for six months already, yet no one had been in it. Why hadn’t Harry offered for Peter to stay at his house? It was a mansion, it was big enough. Maybe it was the fact that Peter took pictures of Spider-Man and Harry hated him.

The doorbell rang.

“I’ll get this one, M.J. Why don’t you get something to drink in the kitchen?”

“I’ll do that.” She hadn’t realized until then that she was thirsty.

Getting a glass of apple cinder, Mary Jane walked slowly around the kitchen. It hadn’t changed much over the years since she had been in the house, which hadn’t been very many.

Spying a picture of Peter’s uncle Ben on the window sill, M.J. studied the photo. She had always loved Ben and May, they had always treated her kindly when she was growing up. Mary Jane hadn’t gotten to see them much, except in passing or small talk over the years.

But Uncle Ben had been dead for about a year and half. Peter’s aunt hadn’t even done anything for Halloween last year. Or so Mary Jane’s mother had told her.

So much had changed during the past year. M.J. had been dating Harry Osborn at this time. But not anymore. That had ended at Thanksgiving last year. Also at that time she had realized that she was in love with Peter, but he didn’t share her feelings. Now she had a wonderful boyfriend of nearly three months. John Jameson was a good man, and she cared for him greatly.

But you don’t love him, her inner voice told her. In her mind’s eye saw Peter’s face. Frowning, Mary Jane ignored her heart and mind. It will come in time. It’s still too soon for that.

M.J. surely hoped that was case. John hadn’t said anything, but from what she was seeing his eyes, he was starting to fall for her, and hard. John was everything she could want in a boyfriend, so that didn’t mean she couldn’t love him…just not yet.

“That was a vigorous bunch, and they weren’t even kids!” May said as she came in the kitchen startling Mary Jane from her thoughts.

“Oh?” Mary Jane asked more out of not fully understanding what the older woman had said then inquiring to what she had to say.

“Some teenagers wanting some candy.”

“So you just gave them some?”

“Yes I want ahead and did that. But as they were leaving I saw some eggs and other things with them.”

So they were going to egg someone’s house if they didn’t get candy? Mary Jane thought angrily. Very mature. Or are they planning to egg a certain house, maybe someone they don’t like?

Mary Jane didn’t have any answers to these questions. She just hoped that the teens wouldn’t do anything stupid.

That took her thoughts back to Halloween night, two years ago. Some teens had egged a house, this one.

“Do you want some popcorn, dear? I was going to make some before we get some more kids.”

“Sure, Aunt May.” Mary Jane said, nodded in agreement.

While the popcorn popped, the two women settled themselves at the kitchen table.

“You seem miles way, Mary Jane. Is everything alright?”

“Oh, yes. I was just thinking about different things,” Mary Jane said absentmindedly.

She didn’t want to talk about John to Aunt May. She was afraid that May might tell Peter if she knew. Though Peter’s aunt was hardly a gossip, Mary Jane didn’t want him to know about John, at least not yet.

“Anything you want to talk about? I’m a good listener, dear.” The popcorn was done, May got up to get it.

Thinking for a minute, M.J. said, “Well, I was thinking about the Halloween two years ago, when Peter and I were seniors at Midtown High.”

“That? When the house got egged? Goodness, I never did get the whole story out of Peter.”

That didn’t really surprise Mary Jane. She knew Peter was humiliated that night, for many things. But it was long ago, she was sure Peter had completely forgotten the incident.

“If you want to hear about, I’ll tell you.” Mary Jane said as May set a large bowl of the buttery snack for them to share.

“Certainly, M.J. I’d like to hear the whole story.”

- O – O – O –

Two years ago…

Watching her breath come out in small puffs of vapor was the most exciting thing going on to Mary Jane at the moment. She was bored out of her mind. It was only October and M.J. couldn’t wait until the school year ended so she could leave this place far behind.

Tucking her hands in her green coat, Mary Jane shivered. She should get home. But she didn’t want to go home. Maybe Dad isn’t there, she thought.

Or maybe she could still go to that party her friends were having, but M.J. didn’t feel like going to there. Maybe she just wasn’t in the mood.

She knew that Flash Thompson was there. It wasn’t that M.J. didn’t like Flash. He was alright. But from what she could tell, he was starting to pay attention to her. It was nice that Flash noticed her, but if she went to the party, and from her own experiences with these parties, he’d try to make a move on her. That was something Mary Jane didn’t want to put up with tonight. For once she just wanted to be by herself.

Hearing a car zoom by brought Mary Jane out of her thoughts. Even though she hadn’t seen who it was, M.J. could hear their hoots and laughter down the road. If she didn’t know better, she’d think they were kids her own age or maybe they were drunk.

Mary Jane was nearly to her house when she saw something she hadn’t expected to see. There was toilet paper all over the ground, the flowerbeds, as well the front of the Parkers’ house. She didn’t notice anymore when she quickly walked up the sidewalk.

Peter Parker stood in the middle of his front yard looking at the house, his back to her.

“Peter?” Who would have done this?

Turning sharply around, he faced her. M.J. must have startled him. Anything she was going say next died at her lips.

In the semi dimness of streetlight, she saw that the right side of his face and glasses had egg yoke on them. He had gotten hit on the head with it. The front of his shirt had a mark of another egg on it as well.

Once again Mary Jane wondered, Who would have done this?

“Someone from school, maybe,” came the quiet reply.

Startled, M.J. didn’t know she had asked the question until Peter had just answered. “Do you know who it was?”

“No.” The answer came out so quickly, that she had wonder if he did know who had done this to him and his house.

Looking at his house, Peter asked, “Man, how am I going to clean all of this up before Uncle Ben and Aunt May get home?” He didn’t direct the question at Mary Jane, it was more to himself.

“I’ll help you. Maybe between the two of us, we can get it done.”

“I would think that you’d have a party or something to go tonight,” he whispered, but she heard it.

“I wasn’t going anywhere, I’ll help you with this. But first we’ll have to get you cleaned off.”

Peter didn’t reply, he headed to his front door. Mary Jane followed a few steps behind. The living room was decorated for Halloween with a few decorations. A bowl of candy sat on the table untouched.

“Don’t think we’ll be getting trick or treaters. Handing out candy was something Aunt May was hoping I’d do.” Peter’s dry tone Mary Jane how he felt about that.

“Where are your aunt and uncle?”

“They’re at a friend’s house playing cards. They shouldn’t be home till eleven, maybe later.”

“That gives us at least two hours. If you tell me were the bucket and cleaning stuff is, you can get changed and I can get started outside.”

“Everything is under the sink in the kitchen.”

“Okay.” Mary Jane turned and headed toward the kitchen.

Finding the cleaning supplies right where Peter told her they were, Mary Jane got busy filling the bucket with water. She got some trash bags and sponges. She didn’t know if the windows were a mess, so she got some Windex for them.

Going back outside, M.J.’s arms holding most of the cleaning supplies. She got a good look at the house. Soap covered the large window next to the front door. She could some egg yoke on the window too.

Since the house itself wasn’t large it wouldn’t take too long to wash off. Luckily the jerks that did this, kept the toilet paper, soap, and eggs in the front part of yard and house. With the soap and toilet paper, Peter’s house almost looked like it was covered in snow.

Hearing the front door bang shut, she saw Peter coming out wit the bucket of water. He had a light coat on over a clean shirt. His hair was now egg free, and his black glasses were cleaned off.

“They did a great job, don’t you think?” Peter’s voice was laced with sarcasm.

Mary Jane had never seen Peter angry, though, some people were a lot worse, like her father. But she looked up at the house. “You should be relieved they didn’t get to the second story and the highest roof.”

“Their aim sure was good,” Peter mumbled. He was referring to the lower part of roof which had toilet paper all over it. “If I hadn’t fallen asleep, this could have been prevented.”

“You can’t do anything about it now, so we might as well get busy.”

“Yeah.” Peter said quietly. “We should get the eggs and soap off first before it settles even more.”

They got busy cleaning. It took some time, but they were able to get most of the egg yoke and soap off the window, and wherever it had landed on the house. Luckily the paint wasn’t too damaged.

“The worst of it is done. The toilet paper shouldn’t been too hard.”

M.J. could tell Peter was better than he had been before. “What happened earlier?” They’d started to pick up the toilet paper, but it was strewn around everywhere.

“Well, uh,” Peter seemed a little embarrassed. “I was reading over some homework and must of fallen asleep.” As he bent to pick up the bathroom tissue, his glasses had slid down his nose a little. He pushed back up, but didn’t tell her any more about what had happened.

Mary Jane tried with care to pull toilet paper from roof without it ripping. “So you didn’t hear anything out here?”

“I might have heard something. When I saw how late it was, I knew Aunt May wouldn’t be happy that I didn’t pass out candy to the kids, so I came downstairs. I was putting candy in the bowl when I thought I heard something.”

Once again, Peter stopped. Mary Jane wanted to know what happened, but this time, she remained quiet. Peter would talk again when he was ready.

They’d spent the next few minutes cleaning the mess off the ground.

“I guess you want to know the rest of it, huh?”

Looking at Peter, M.J. said, “Only if you want to tell me.”

“I was heading for the door when I heard the eggs hit the house, or at least that’s what it must have been. When I got to the door, I ended up getting hit instead.”

“Whoever did this was an idiot.” Mary Jane said, giving voice to her anger.

Peter stared her for at least a minute before speaking. “I’m not sure who did this, but there were four kids. I couldn’t see who they were, they were wearing ski masks. Could’ve been kids from school. They just laughed and got in their car and drove off.”

“I’m sorry that this happened, Peter.”

Trying to smile but failing, he said, “It wasn’t your fault. You had no part of it.”

“Looks like we got everything,” M.J. said as she looked around.

“Yeah. My aunt and uncle should be home anytime now. I’ll get the garbage.”

“Okay. Well, I guess I’ll see you in school.” She started to go toward her house when Peter’s voice stopped her.

“M.J.?”

“What?” she turned back to him.

He gave her a small smile and softly said, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She watched him go to the back of his house. M.J. wondered what they would talk about if they could just talk and get to know each other.

Mary Jane shook her head as she opened her front door. What would they talk about? That was ridiculous. They were two completely different people with different interests.

- O – O – O –

Finishing her story, Mary Jane waited for Aunt May to say something.

They had long moved to the living room to answer the door when it would ring.

But what May said took M.J. entirely off guard. “You and Peter aren’t as different as you think you are. But I think you already know that, dear.”

“Why do you say that?” Trying to figure out what May meant by that, M.J. knew there were many possibilities to her meaning.

“Both of you aren’t the same people you were two years ago. You have changed, and so has Peter.”

“Yeah, I know. Sometimes we change for the good and sometimes we don’t.”

“Life is full of changes, Mary Jane. But it’s what we chose to do about them that matters.” Aunt May stood up. “I’m going to fill this bowl with some more candy.”

Mary Jane was left with her thoughts. She got up and walked over to the jack o’ lantern, to look at the design May cut out of it. It was a simple face with a crooked smile.

What Peter’s aunt said made sense. Yet even tough she made her own choices, sometimes life would throw a curve ball at her. Too many times it seemed.

Hearing the front door opening, Mary Jane turned around.

“Hi, Au-,” Peter stopped short from closing the door. Seeing the person he was greeting wasn’t his aunt, he asked, “M.J.?”

She couldn’t help but smile at his odd tone and said, “Hi, Peter.”

“What are you doing here?” Then he asked, “Is Aunt May alright?”

Mary Jane laughed lightly. “Your aunt’s fine. I’m here to give her a hand with the trick or treaters.”

All he said was, “Oh.” Closing the door to prevent anymore cold air from coming in the warm house, he didn’t move to come farther in.

“Peter?” Aunt May said as she saw her nephew. She set the candy bowl on the table. Going over to him, she gave him a warm hug. After she stepped back again, May said, “I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure if I’d be busy tonight with, ah, any papers, so I didn’t want to promise anything. But I thought I’d come by anyway.”

“That’s thoughtful of you, Peter.”

In the distance they heard a low wail of a police siren.

“I wonder what’s going on.” May said she headed to the window to look outside.

“On my way over here, I saw some guys webbed up, hanging from a tree. They were in front of a house that got egged. Maybe that’s what the police are going for. I guess that meant that Spider-Man was around. Though I didn’t see him.”

Mary Jane wasn’t sure if Peter was disappointed about not getting any pictures of Spider-Man. But then, she wondered was it that Peter was lucky about getting pictures of Spidey, or that he trusted Peter? That had been on her mind for sometime now, but she respected Spider-Man’s privacy not to ask too many questions.

“I hope you not going to go on a merry chase to find him for more pictures, Peter.” May said as she turned back around. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“I’m fine, Aunt May. I’m always very careful.”

Mary Jane kept silent, she didn’t want to get in the middle of a family quarrel. Part of her wanted to disagree with May, to come to Spider-Man’s defense. But she could understand Aunt May’s concern. Because the other part of her felt the same way. One of these days Peter could get hurt…

“Good, I hope you watch what you do Peter, I’m just worried.”

“You don’t have to worry.”

May walked over to her nephew and put her hand on his arm. “I don’t think I can help myself, Peter.”

“I know that Aunt May, but I wish you wouldn’t.” Peter’s expression mix of emotions, none that Mary Jane could identify.

Letting go of Peter’s arm, May turned back to her. “Why don’t you go over and visit your mother, dear? I’m sure between Peter and myself, we can handle things here.”

“Are you sure, I could stay and help some more…”

“No, you go on, Mary Jane. We’ll be fine.”

Before Peter and M.J. could reply to that, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get this.” Aunt May smiled at them and got the bowl of candy.

They walked into the kitchen, Peter asked, “Have you seen your mom much since she and your dad split up?”

“A few times, she’s doing okay, but right now I’m going to check on my her. Mom hasn’t been feeling well.”

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked in concern.

Mary Jane shook her head. “I wish I knew, but Mom hadn’t been looking all that good. Of course fighting with my dad all these years hasn’t been any help. But she says she’s going to see the doctor this week.”

“I hope everything turns out alright.”

“Me too,” Mary Jane said as she put on her coat.

“Why don’t I walk you out?” Peter asked her quietly.

“Okay.” M.J. nodded in agreement.

They went through the back door. Walking to the fence, both of them stopped. Peter turned to her and said, “It was nice of you to help Aunt May out tonight.” He tucked his hands in the pockets of his worn overcoat.

“It was no trouble, I had fun,” Mary Jane said sincerely.

“That’s good.”

They fell in awkward silence.

“I didn’t want to bring this up with Aunt May, but how is it that you’re able to get so many pictures of Spider-Man and yet, nobody else can?”

“Luck, maybe. I usually don’t know where he’ll at any particular time.”

“From what I remember you’re friends, right?”

Peter sort of laughed at that. “Yeah, Spider-Man’s a friend. But I won’t say we’re chums. I guess he just trusts me.” He shrugged.

“Well, he’s my friend too.” M.J. said. From the sounds of it Spider-Man kept people at arm’s length, but that wasn’t a surprise. It just made his life seem…lonely.

Yet, Peter seems to be doing the same thing with everyone. Mary Jane didn’t know where that stray thought came from. Now that she thought it, but it was true.

“He sees you as a friend too. He’s said as much.”

M.J. smiled. She wouldn’t doubt that, but Mary Jane wondered, what did Spider-Man think of her? She doubted that he would have told that to Peter, remembering the last time she had asked him that, which was when she started to realize that she cared for Peter.

Mary Jane tried to suppress that memory, superimposing mental images of her new boyfriend. she said, “I’m going to go see how my mom’s doing,” she said quietly.

“Sure. I’ll see you around, M.J.”

“Yeah, see you later.” Mary Jane started toward her house, but stopped and turned back around. “Peter?”

“What?”

“Next time you’re talking to Spider-Man, tell him I said ‘Hi’.”

Peter just nodded. He didn’t speak until she went in her house and the door had already been shut. “You just did, Mary Jane,” he whispered to himself.

The End

Notes: Happy Halloween, everyone. I hope all of you enjoyed this fic. I thought since You’re Not Superman had been a hit, I’d do another Halloween fic.

As always, thanks for reading and please comment. Jenn

You're Not Superman

jenn_1 — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 08:58:12 GMT

Title: You’re Not Superman
Author: jenn_1
Rating: G
Timeline: Before SM1. Peter, Mary Jane, Flash, and the gang are about eight.
Category: Um, Fluff?
Feedback: Always happy to hear what readers have to say.
Disclaimers: They’re not mine. Stan Lee and Marvel own them. Anyone else not recognizable is mine. Not making one penny for this story. This fic is just for enjoyment.
Thoughts are in italics.
Summary: Peter and Mary Jane, age eight, go trick or treating with Uncle Ben. But wherever Peter goes, everyone says…

You’re Not Superman

-o-o-o-o-o-

“You’ll never guess what I’m gonna to be.”

Peter Parker overheard Flash Thompson brag to one of his friends at a nearby lunch table.

Let me guess…hum…a pirate? Peter thought sarcastically.

“What you gonna be?” asked Steve Mills, one of Flash’s friends.

“Not tellin’.” Flash said smugly.

Rolling his eyes, Peter figured Flash was going to make a big deal about not telling his friends about being a pirate. The only reason Peter even knew was because Aunt May had mentioned it to Uncle Ben and him over dinner the other night. She had seen Mrs. Thompson shopping at the store at the same time. He wondered if Flash knew that.

This year, Halloween fell on a Thursday. So everyone was going to be trick or treating that night. The next day was the class party, with it being Friday.

Something fell on his brownie. It was an old band aid. Turning Peter saw some of his classmates, sitting a few seats down, laughing at him.

His appetite gone, Peter stood and started going to the tray drop off. Passing Flash’s table, he ignored the cool kids. But Steve put out his foot, which Peter didn’t notice.

Falling down, Peter felt his shirt get the remains of his lunch. Sprawled over the floor, he thought, At least my glasses are still on my face. Yep, try to look at the bright side of things, that was his motto when stuff like this happened.

Laughter filled the lunch room. Peter felt his face burn warm with a blush. Standing up, he glanced over at the laughing Flash and his friends.

“What is going on?” The first grade teacher asked, coming over to Peter and the others.

“Peter tripped over his feet, Ms. Sims.” Flash said. He looked at Peter daring him to stick up for himself.

“Are you ok, Peter?” Ms. Sims asked. Peter hadn’t had her for two years, but all he did was nod.

“Why don’t you go to the restroom and clean up? I’ll take your tray.”

“Thank you, Ms. Sims.” Peter said quietly, looking up at her gratefully.

He was almost near the cafeteria door, when Peter saw her.

Mary Jane Watson.

She was sitting with her friends, Lisa and Nikki. Her friends eyed him with disgust and giggled. Mary Jane gave him a quick glance, then turned back to her friends. But that glance looked like it was sympathetic.

Walking passed her table, Peter had to wonder if he had imagined it or not.

Heading to the restroom, Peter sighed. He hoped he could get most of his lunch off his shirt.

-o-o-o-o-o-

“I have to go with him?” Mary Jane Watson looked at her mother in disbelief.

“Honey, I have to work tonight,” Madeline ran a hand lovingly down her daughter’s red hair. “Peter’s uncle doesn’t mind if you go with Peter and him.” She wasn’t about to let her intoxicated husband take M.J. out.

“But, Mom-“

“Mary Jane, you can either go with Peter, or not go at all.” Madeline’s tone held no room for argument.

A defeated, “Ok,” was her answer.

“I want you to be on your best behavior.”

“Mom!”

Ignoring her daughter’s outraged tone, she continued, “Peter is a sweet boy. I just don’t want you to say or do something to hurt his feelings.”

“I won’t.” M.J.’s voice was quiet. What did her mother think she was? She wasn’t as bad as Flash and his friends.

Peter was nice enough, she guessed. She really didn’t know him, though. But if she was caught trick or treating with him…

She could kiss her friends and going to school as a normal kid goodbye.

“Mary Jane,” Madeline waited for her daughter to look at her, “Have fun tonight.”

Smiling outwardly, but not feeling it on the inside, M.J. said, “Ok, I will.” Turning, she went upstairs to change into her costume.

-o-o-o-o-o-

About an hour later, Mary Jane rang the Parkers’ doorbell. In her hands was a goody bag ready to be filled.

A moment later, she stood face to face with Peter.

He was dressed as Superman. The costume fit, but on his scrawny frame, it was a tad loose. Plus, he wore his glasses. Hopefully people will see past that, M.J. thought. “Hi!” she said with the most cheerful voice she could master up.

The grin on Peter’s face made her feel a little guilty about being so unhappy about going with him. But oh yeah, she was born to act.

“Uh…hi.” He said shyly. Still feeling giddy over seeing Mary Jane standing there, Peter forgot to invite her in.

M.J. had on what looked liked a tiger costume. The material looked like velvet. It was tiger striped of course, but in the outside light it looked liked it glittered. She had a headband with tiger ears on it and what looked like a tail in the back.

“Are you going to invite me in, or do I just stand in the doorway?”

“Oh!” Peter turned red. “Sorry, please come in.”

Stepping aside to let her through, he looked down to see moccasins on her feet which were tiger striped as well.

His aunt and uncle came in the living room to greet Mary Jane. Holding a bowl full of candy, Aunt May put one in M.J.’s bag.

Earlier that afternoon, Peter tried to take a piece out of that bowl. But he didn’t get it. Instead he got a slap on the hand from his aunt about not touching the candy, it was for the trick or treating tonight. Not saying anything, an unhappy Peter went up to his room to read comics until it was time for dinner.

“Are you two ready to get some candy?” Uncle Ben asked the two youngsters.

“Yeah!”

Once they were outside, Peter and Mary Jane walked in silence, while Peter’s uncle walked a few feet behind them. It wasn’t that Ben couldn’t keep up, but he knew the kids wanted to be seen as being older than their years.

They went door to door with the usual, “Trick or Treat!” Most of the people thought Mary Jane was cute in her tiger costume. But most felt Peter just wasn’t Superman. He would have had better luck being Clark Kent with his glasses.

As for the treats, they got everything from candy, chips, and popcorn balls. One person gave them prunes. Another person gave them toothbrushes.

With their bags nearly full, Peter and Mary Jane both wondered if they could fill them to bursting.

Peter wondered if M.J. was having a good time. They hadn’t really talked too much. “So…um…having fun?” he finally asked.

“Yeah, it’s not bad.” Giving Peter a sideways glance, she asked, “What is that costume made out of?”

“Spandex.”

“Isn’t that stuff itchy?”

Shaking his head, no, Peter didn’t want to admit it was kind of itchy.

Old Man McClan was sitting out on his porch when they came to his place. Putting a pack of cookies in their bags, he motioned Ben to sit.

“I want you to wait for a few minutes,” Ben told the kids.

“We can go to the next few houses ourselves, can’t we, Uncle Ben?” Peter looked hopeful.

Looking down at the houses, his uncle said, “Aright, but just the next three, ok?”

Nodding, they happily went to the next house.

Getting their treats, they saw another bunch of kids. It was Flash with some of his friends. Steve’s mother was talking to a woman one house up.

“Well, what do we have here?” Flash, in his pirate costume, asked eyeing the two trick or treaters.

“What are you suppose to be? An alien?” Steve asked in his Batman costume. Peter didn’t reply.

“Yeah, don’t you know that Superman didn’t wear glasses?” Flash said taking Peter’s glasses from his face and dropped them.

Before Peter could get on his knees to get his glasses, Steve stepped on them.

Mary Jane was seeing red. How dare Flash and his friends go this far with making fun of Peter? What had he done to them?

Marching over to Steve, she got in his face. “What did you do that for?” She was nose to nose with the bully.

“Look, M.J., the freak is Superman now, see?” Flash laughed.

Before Mary Jane could say or do anything to him, Steve’s mother and Peter’s uncle showed up.

“What is going on?” Steve’s mother asked. “Steven?”

“Well, um…” the boy could not stand up to his mother.

“He broke Peter’s glasses, Mrs. Mills.” Mary Jane informed her. She glared at Steve.
“Is this true?”

Flash and his friends looked anywhere but her. Finally, they caved in and nodded.

Steve’s mother was about to apologize to Peter’s uncle, but got cut off.

Ben had been quiet until then. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“My son and his friends do.”

The boys in question, figured it would be simpler just to say “Sorry,” to Peter.

“Come, we are going home.” Mrs. Mills said in a stern tone. “I will call you later to see if Steven and his friends can pay for Peter’s glasses from their allowances.” She was sure the other parents of the children would agree.

“It’s not-“ Ben started.

“I insist on it.” The woman was not going to change her mind.

“Alright.”

“Lets go.” Mrs. Mills led the kids away to their homes.

Getting down on his knees Peter got his glasses. His vision was blurry without them. Putting them on, he could see out of one eye, but the glass was smashed in the other one.

“Are you okay, son?” his uncle asked.

“Yes. Could we go home?” He wasn’t in the mood to trick or treat anymore. Mary Jane nodded in agreement.

Nodding, Ben started toward home, the children following behind.

“How could they do that?”

Looking at M.J., Peter was touched that she stuck up for him. “Because they could.”

“They shouldn’t.”

“You were a tiger back there.” He hoped he could get Mary Jane to calm down some.

“Me?” she laughed at that.

Smiling, he simply nodded.

They were home sooner then they thought.

Mary Jane headed toward her house, but stopped.

Peter had gotten to his door when he heard her call.

“Peter!”

“What?”

“I had fun tonight, Tiger.” M.J. waved and went in her house.

Uncle Ben was in the middle of telling Aunt May about what happened, when they saw their nephew. He had a grin on his face, one they hadn’t seen in a long time.

The End

Thank you for reading this. Please comment. Jenn

Look Through My Eyes - Chapter Two

jenn_1 — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 01:38:29 GMT

I meant to say this in the first chapter, but thank you so much to everyone for the comments to the fic.

Title: Look Through My Eyes
Author: jenn_1
Rating: PG-13(T)
Summary: {Movieverse-Crossover} Post SM3. When an accident leaves Peter blind, he knows his days of being Spider-Man are over. Can he learn to live with his blindness from someone who knows all too well?

Previously: Prologue - Chapter One

Chapter Two

The Project

Disclaimer

May Parker was originally created by Stan Lee and Steve Ditko. (Amazing Fantasy #15 August 1962).

Curt Connors was originally created by Stan Lee and Steve Ditko. (Amazing Spider-Man (Vol 1) #6, November 1963).

“Iron Man” and its principal protagonist, Tony Stark, were originally created by Stan Lee, Larry Lieber, Don Heck and Jack Kirby (Tales of Suspense #39, March 1963).

Other characters not owned by the author have been credited to their respective creators previously.

Note: The information I’ve got on Tony Stark is now after seeing the film and slightly from the comics.

- O – O – O – O – O – O –

Jogging so quickly across campus that he was practically running, Peter figured that he would be lucky to catch the last ten minutes of class. At times like this, he wondered why he even bothered.

Peter had woken up late that morning, feeling as if he were hung over. He had been out half the night chasing down thieves and stopping a guy who had wanted to give his ex-girlfriend a holiday gift by ending it all. And if that were not enough, some clown tried to run off with a Salvation Army Santa’s pot of money.

The nerve of some people, Peter muttered under his breath, Here I thought Christmas was supposed to be about peace on earth and good will toward men.

Yet, he knew he had little cause to complain. His life was finally on track. Things couldn’t be better with Mary Jane; after so many years of unrequited love, heartaches, and crises, they were a couple who could be open about everything.

Peter couldn’t help but smile at thought of his girlfriend. And as much as he wanted to marry M.J., he knew how critical it was to repair the foundations of their relationship, which had been sorely tried in the weeks leading up to Harry Osborn’s tragic death.

She should be hearing from her agent any day now, he thought. Mary Jane had noticed auditions for the revival of a Broadway musical that was going to come out in the spring. Peter genuinely encouraged her to try out, after all, what did she have to lose? It was a risk on her part, sure, but Peter knew if the director had any sense in his head he would cast her.

But right now with Christmas barely a week away, they were going to spend the holidays with Mary Jane’s mother, whose cancer was in remission after seven grueling rounds of chemotherapy.

Aunt May would not be with them this year. She would be on a trip to up state New York to care for her niece Linda Brown, who was very ill. It would be their first Christmas apart since he was a small boy. She hadn’t wanted to miss Christmas with Peter and Mary Jane, nor pass up the chance to visit Ben’s grave on Christmas morning. Peter assured her that he and Mary Jane would be fine and told her to go and have take good care of Linda, promising that he would put flowers on his uncle’s grave at the appointed time.

Peter bolted into the Science wing at Columbia University and peered into Professor Connors’ empty classroom. He had missed the entire class, something he had not done in a while. He headed over to Dr. Connors’ office, figuring that he might as well take his dressing-down like a man.

He knocked tentatively on the door.

There was no answer, mustering his courage, he knocked a little louder.

“It’s open,” Connors called out.

The professor’s expression did not change when he saw who was standing in his doorway.

“Parker,” Connors acknowledged without so much as a nod. Was Peter imagining it, or was his mentor’s tone laced with irritation?

“I’m sorry that I-”

Connors cut him off. “You missed class. Don’t worry about it.”

With a barely audible sigh of relief, Peter remembered that he class was an optional review session for the final exam that would be given the next day. Since he already knew the material, he did not have to be there.

Professor Connors put down the paper he was looking at. “I had wanted to discuss something with you today.”

“What is that?” Peter wanted to know.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of Tony Stark.”

“Who hasn’t?”

Peter had trouble containing his enthusiasm at the mere mention of Tony Stark’s name. Stark, like his father before him, was a high-tech entrepreneur who had amassed a huge fortune designing and building defense systems for the United States military. His reputation was world class, or had been until a freak accident in Afghanistan a few years back. Peter supposed Stark’s near-death experience and time in captivity made the billionaire entrepreneur turn over a new leaf. He decommissioned factories that related to the defense contracting division of his firm, selling equipment and facilities yet still retaining the copyrights and patents of his business - effectively making it impossible to buy or re-manufacture Stark Weapons. He then funneled millions into humanitarian and charitable causes, one of which was the Maria Stark Foundation - named after Stark’s mother - that was based right here in New York. As part of this restructuring of his company, he renamed the LA based company "Stark International", leaving no doubt of his intention to play ball in the global commercial arena, while no longer limiting itself to manufacturing.

But his enthusiasm dimmed slightly. Peter knew that Stark wasn’t only a businessman-

“Then you know of him? Good. I would like you to be my research assistant on a project that Stark International is sponsoring.”

“Your assistant?” Peter let his mind get back to the matter at hand. He couldn’t believe his ears. This was going to be big; it had to be, with Stark’s backing.

“Yes.” Connors gave him a hard look. “I want you to consider my offer very seriously, Peter. This is groundbreaking work, Peter, a chance to do pioneering research in a promising field. But understand this - there’s big money involved here. There’ll be meetings and progress reports. If you’re going to come aboard, I expect you make this project your top priority, outside of your regular classes. Am I making myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.” Peter could barely contain his excitement. This was the opportunity that he been waiting his whole life for; the chance to work on the cutting edge of science and technology and to have his contributions recognized. But he understood, in no uncertain terms, that he was in the big leagues now, and his excuses would not be tolerated. If he was late to a single meeting, Connors would throw him off the project in a heartbeat. He had to reshuffle his priorities, and fast.

He just hoped that Spider-Man understood Connors’ message as clearly as he did.

“Good.” Connors continued. “You’ll get college credit for this, as well as being paid a research stipend, of course. You’ll have to sign a confidentiality agreement and submit to a background check.”

Peter’s heart felt like it had momentarily stopped beating. A background check? How can I let anyone do a background check on me…? “Um, I’ll need a few days to think it over,” he said, as his customary sense of caution overtook his initial excitement. Peter knew he had nothing to fear - unless he counted his unreliable job history, but he had nothing to be worried about for he had no problems in his school history and no criminal record. It was just that he'd been seen by enough people without his mask on several occasions that he felt the need to worry. If someone somehow, did manage to link him to his alter-ego and put it on record...

“Of course. You can give me your decision after finals unless you need to wait until after the holidays, but the sooner the better.”

“I’ll do that. And thank you for the offer, Dr. Connors.”

Peter left Connors’ office and wandered through the science wing, lost in his own thoughts, pondering the pros and cons of the professor’s offer. If he took the internship, he would have to give up his full-time job as a staff photojournalist at the Daily Bugle, a job that had taken him nearly three years to get. Not only would he have to take a drastic pay cut, but he would once again be without benefits.

There were other concerns as well, beginning with the scruples and integrity of Tony Stark. He was larger than life, a celebrity, not to mention one of the world’s richest men. But he also had a reputation for being a shark at the negotiating table. There were also stories about drinking and womanizing. Most of these stories had come from the Daily Bugle and other tabloids years ago. He seemed to have rehabilitated himself, at least in the minds of the public.

But there was the matter of Iron Man. Shortly after returning to the United States, Stark had constructed an incredibly powerful suit of armor that boasted an incredible array of built-in weapons systems as well as flight capability. But what no one had known, at least not until Stark held a press conference only mere days after Iron Man’s first and only battle with Iron Monger that Tony Stark himself was the man in the tin suit.

Peter harbored a great deal of skepticism about the world knowing Tony Stark was Iron Man. Sure, by taking down Iron Monger, he was definitely contributing to the greater good of society. Peter knew that Stark most likely would be coming to check on Connors’ and Peter’s progress. That is, if Peter took the job. But it wasn’t only that, Peter didn’t know if Stark would act as Iron Man while here in New York. Unlike Peter, Stark had been to different parts of the country – no, the world - as his alias. Peter himself hadn’t been outside of New York. And also, no matter had much good Peter had accomplished, Spider-Man was still considered a vigilante.

But with Stark in New York… Peter thought. Hey, wait a second… Maybe if I went to him, he could make a better suit for me… He laughed that thought off, imagining himself showing up at Stark’s offices whenever he was in town and saying something like, “Hi, Mr. Stark, I was wondering if you could build me a new Spider-Man suit, something that won’t get torn to shreds every time I go into battle…” No doubt, he’d call the cops. Or take me on himself…

Another thought occurred to him. He was not the only hero in New York, although there were times when he felt like it. There was Daredevil, with whom he had just had his first encounter…

Suddenly Peter noticed something strange.

The lights were on in Professor Warren’s lab. He knew right away that something was amiss because the labs were normally closed during finals week.

But what he saw when he opened the door was an even bigger surprise. Two boys, teenagers from the looks of them, were sitting at one of the lab benches, hunched over what looked like a chemistry experiment. One of the boys was pouring a clear yellow liquid into a beaker.

“What…?” Peter never got to finish his question. His spider-sense flashed red as the white, powdery substance inside the beaker turned dark brown and began to erupt.

There was no time to even shout a warning. Hurtling toward the boys like a missile, he scooped them right off their stools and drove them toward the wall, away from the impending explosion. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a fire extinguisher mounted on the wall. While shielding the boys with his body, he reached up to grab the extinguisher.

In so doing, he had inadvertently turned his face back toward the rapidly failing experiment, a catastrophic mistake on his part.

His spider-sense began to go off like an alarm, but he didn’t need to know just from his ‘sense’ that the mixture of chemicals the two juvenile experts were putting together was about to burst.

The beaker exploded. Shards of glass and blobs of a lava-like material flew everywhere. As fast as Peter’s reflexes were, the presence of the boys made it impossible to shield himself without exposing them to danger.

He screamed in shock and pain as he took a direct hit in the face.

He could hear the boys yelling behind him. “Let’s get the hell out of here!”

“But we can’t just-”

“Come on, dammit. Move!”

Fighting through excruciating pain to maintain awareness of his surroundings, Peter heard the sound of receding footsteps, a door slamming shut, and then silence. He was alone, and in desperate need of medical attention.

Getting up slowly and painfully, Peter kept his eyes covered with his hands. Opening them would be unbearable.

Despite the horrendous agony caused by cuts and chemical burns, Peter managed to drag himself into the corridor. From having had most of his classes here, he knew the layout of the building like the back of his hand. The first thing he thought of was the restroom about halfway down the corridor, about thirty feet from the lab.

Once he was inside the restroom, he felt for the sink. Turning on the spigot, he plunged his hands under the stream of cold water and splashed his face, taking care not to touch the fragments of glass that had plunged into the skin around his eyes.

Slowly, carefully, Peter opened his eyes, but all he could see was blackness. It was as if he hadn’t opened them at all.

His heart started racing. Surely-?

No time to panic… Think!

Peter knew he couldn’t handle this on his own. He’d have to get help somewhere. Which meant he had to get to the hospital. But if he did that…

But he couldn’t do that! They would-

Oh no…

Feeling his way around, he locked himself in one of the stalls.

With shaking hands he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He heard glass fall, and felt small shards bite into his hands. He had been lucky that he did not take a direct hit in his eyes, although they were still burning from the fumes caused by the explosion.

And he still could not see…

He had to get his costume off; he was under no illusions about that. Usually, he could have it on and off in seconds, but now it must have taken him at least five minutes to get his clothes off. Breathing shallowly and gritting his teeth to keep from being overwhelmed, he slowly divested himself of the red and blue… first the top, then the pants. Twice, he was nearly overcome by a wave of nausea.

Peter picked his costume off the floor and, with great difficulty, stepped out of the stall. Feeling his way around the restroom, he eventually found the trashcan near the door. Though a painful haze, he dimly recalled that his gloves and mask were in his coat pockets. The trashcan was the last place he wanted to put his costume, but he was injured and had to get to a doctor fast.

With utmost reluctance, he pushed aside the receptacle’s cover.

Suddenly, the door to the restroom opened.

Also note the timeline has changed slightly.

Thanks for reading, please comment. Jenn

Answers for Bisty

jenn_1 — Thu, 23 Aug 2007 11:49:36 GMT

Nabbed from bistyboo1974

1. Leave me a comment saying something random, like the lyrics from your current favorite song, or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.

2. I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can get to know you better.

3. Update your journal with the answers to the questions.

4. Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.

Answering bistyboo1974 's questions:

1) What color are your favorite shoes?

I love most of my shoes, lol. But right now, (though I don't have anything that goes with them!) is a pair of brown sneakers that are summary that have light pink though out the shoe, like threading and a stripe around it on the bottom.

2) What time do you typically get up in the morning?

4:30 AM. Even on the days I don't work I get up earily 5 - 6, at very latest 7.

3) Do you like eating cereal for breakfast?

Yes.

4) If so, which is your favorite? If not, what do you eat for breakfast instead?

I guess Honey Nut Cheerios or Fruity Cheerios, I get these alot, though I do get others.

5) Would you mind naming the title of the song/name of the artist associated with the lyrics you posted above?

This I Promise You by NSYNC on YouTube. Believe it or not, I've never listened to them, I just happened to find this song and fell in love with it.

New Look

jenn_1 — Sat, 18 Aug 2007 02:52:37 GMT

Guess what? I bit the bullet and got a paid account. Now I have more room for pics and all the other cool stuff I've yet to learn that comes with it. :)

And with the new account, I have a new look! The amazing banner was done by elliania. You did a wonderful job, thank you! I also need to send thanks to htbthomas for getting elliania to do this and for making the rest of my LJ look so great. Thanks a million, Barb!

As for my f-list, tell me what you think of my new LJ.

Another meme

jenn_1 — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 01:13:02 GMT

I took this off of htbthomas</lj>' LJ. It's fun.

*The Last Thing*
Last Cigarette:	Um... as a teen, one puff. Yuck!
Last Alcoholic Drink:	Strawberry Daiquiri
Last Car Ride:	This afternoon coming home, driving that is.
Last Kiss:	My dad goodbye yesterday.
Last Good Cry:	Don't know... maybe a few weeks ago?
Last Library Book:	No idea... haven't been there in ages!
Last book bought:	some cookbook for my dad's girlfriend today
Last Book Read:	Eclipse
Last Movie Seen in Theatres:	Spider-Man 3 (twice)
Last Movie Rented:	Eragon
Last Cuss Word Uttered:	The F word I think, and mere hours ago
Last Beverage Drank:	Arizona - Watermelon ice tea
Last Food Consumed:	Strawberry ice cream
Last Crush:	James Franco - Does movie stars count? :D
Last Phone Call:	My dad's GF to let her know about the cookbook
Last TV Show Watched:	Um.... no idea
Last Time Showered:	2 hours ago
Last Shoes Worn:	white steel toe sneakers
Last CD Played:	The Best of Nichole Nordeman
Last Item Bought:	flip flops, and again for my dad's GF
Last Download:	last Wed?
Last Annoyance:	Stuff in the Spider-Man comics
Last Disappointment:	Trying to watch the Punisher on broken TV
Last Soda Drank:	Sprite Zero
Last Thing Written:	daiquiri - correctly, I can't spell to save my live
Last Key Used:	house key
Last Words Spoken:	"Bye" to dad's GF
Last Sleep:	Last night
Last Ice Cream Eaten:	Strawberry
Last Chair Sat In:	This one. Who type's standing up? Duh!
Last Webpage Visited:	Barbara's aka htbthomas' LJ
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!

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Letter Meme

jenn_1 — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 10:22:33 GMT

A short meme, given to me by htbthomas. Comment and I'll give you a letter. Then you have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter in a post on your own LJ. Afterward, give out some letters of your own!

These are random, I write them as I thought them.

1. Aunt May - She's the best female in Peter Parker's life, besides Mary Jane. No matter whether May is in the comics or the movies, she is a great character.

2. Aslan - He may not be one of my favorite characters in the Narnia books, but he's one of the best. He's the own one that appears in all seven books. He is 'God' of that world, and Lewis has insisted that his books weren't meant to be Christian based. I really find that hard to believe. But maybe that's part of the reason I love them so much.

3. A - does any one realize how much we use that word? Like in writing...

4. Anastacia - a singer that as one of the best voices I've ever heard.

5. Apples - Yum! I just love apples, and not because of Twilight. :D

6. Anne Shirley - Or maybe best known as is Anne of Green Gables. I have to admit I've never read the entire 8 books, but I feel in love with the three movies they made, that had Megan Follows as the lead.

7. As - yet another word we use a lot.

8. Avalon - a Christian group that I love. I don't listen to them quite as much as I use to, but I love the group.

9. Alias - no, not the TV show, I've never seen. But it's one of the best words I think of when I write Spider-Man who's alias is Peter Parker.

10. Adam Banks - from the Mighty Ducks movies (99), and my favorite character. They were like my favorite movies when I was a teen. But I did love him enough to end up writing two fanfics about him a few years ago.</div>

Long day....

jenn_1 — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 01:42:58 GMT

You know, I would think you are suppose to feel relaxed and happy when you get home, not get upset and stressed. But I worked my usual long day, which can be anywhere from 10 to 12 hours. So add that I'm tired and upset is not good.

First off, as some of you may know, I am trying to get heath insurance through my state program, which this week I thought I did it. And I still do, just all the paperwork and now there saying "Well if you can get insurance through your job...." Which my understanding is the state may pay for it, I believe. sigh I'm going to have to find out information about this... fun, fun.

Then, I was suppose to also get an inspection (for apartment) today. And when I come home, there's a note saying, "Sorry we weren't able to do your inspection today. But will do tomorrow." Argh! I hope I am titled to a scream, I spent the last few days making sure the place was clean.... Well, let's hope tomorrow it gets done.

And to top it off, I was planning on seeing my family this weekend, (but) almost everyone's busy. Yeah, after I was told, "Make sure you get the weekend off." So, I'm most likely going to stay home.

Well, the only good thing would be is I can finally read Eclipse. I'm only about one chapter into the story. sobs

I'm sorry for venting like this and throwing this out on LJ.

Eclipse

jenn_1 — Tue, 07 Aug 2007 17:01:23 GMT

I had completely forgot that Eclipse was out today. I didn't know until alphielj posted on her LJ about. I was going to wait until later on to get it, but I didn't. I'm soo bad like that.

But I'm going to have to read this when I'm able, I hope it out does the other two books.

And good luck to you, bistyboo1974 on getting the book at B&N! Let us know how that went.

I got mine at Borders Express, instead of Wal-mart, it was closer, but I don't know about cheaper, but I did get a 30% off for being a Borders memember.

jenn_1 — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 14:14:10 GMT

Thanks for the pic van_el!

I hope to be writing today. So maybe there will be something up soon. I'd love to have something up for Sat.

Look Through My Eyes - Chapter One

jenn_1 — Fri, 27 Jul 2007 15:17:08 GMT

Title: Look Through My Eyes
Author: jenn_1
Rating: PG-13(T)
Summary: {Movieverse-Crossover} Post SM3. When an accident leaves Peter blind, he knows his days of being Spider-Man are over. Can he learn to live with his blindness from someone who knows all too well?

Previously: Prologue

Note: This story takes place a few months after SM3.

Chapter One

Man in Red

Disclaimer (Lengthy):
“Daredevil” and its principal protagonist, Matthew Murdock, as well as all other major supporting cast members from (Daredevil Vol 1 #1) were originally created by Stan Lee and Bill Everett. (April 1964).
Leland Owlsley was originally created by Stan Lee and Joe Orlando. (Daredevil (Vol 1) #3, June 1964).
Frank Castle was originally created by Gerry Conway, Ross Andru, and John Romita, Sr. (Amazing Spider-Man (Vol 1) #129 February 1974).
All characters are published and licensed by Marvel Comics which is jointly owned by Marvel Entertainment and Marvel Publishing, and are portrayed in the "Daredevil" motion picture by 20th Century Fox, directed by Mark Steven Johnson.

Other characters not owned by the author have been credited to their respective creators previously.

This work is not intended for commercial use, and no permission is granted for reproduction of the text of this fiction on any other website without the express permission of the author. This is a fan work made by fans, for fans for entertainment reward only, and no money was made through the production and distribution of this work. Immediate removal of this work will occur upon presentation of a reasonable and legal request from the above named parties and their representatives, or the action of a DMCA notice.

Disclaimer (Short):
I don't own any of the characters or places, I merely have them on unauthorized loan - but I promise to return them if and when anyone from the above list (or one of their legal representatives) asks me to.

- O – O – O – O – O – O -

The crisp December wind bit hard into Matthew Murdock’s nose, mouth and chin, the only parts of his face not covered by his crimson cowl. It seemed a lot colder thirty stories above the streets, but Matt was not the least bit fazed. He could still hear the traffic far below. Myriad scents, aromas, and stenches filtered up from the cauldron that was Hell’s Kitchen.

It had not been the best of days for Matt. He and Franklin ‘Foggy’ Nelson, his longtime friend and law partner, had lost a case they should have won. That losses were rare around the law firm of Nelson and Murdock did not lessen the sting of defeat, or the burning sense of injustice that gripped Matt’s heart. The scumbag who had just walked out of the courtroom on an obscure legal technicality was going to face justice, Matt vowed silently, one way or another.

Matt recalled his salad days when he and Foggy, fresh out of law school, were going to set the world on fire. After all, neither of them were the naïve, newly minted young barristers they had been so many years ago, even with the advantage of with working with Foggy’s mother for that first year before they opened their Nelson and Murdock law firm.

As Matt gazed down at the distant streets, he tried to remember when he first donned the crimson costume and Man-Without-Fear persona that it symbolized. But the memory had escaped him.

How long had it been? Some days it felt like a lifetime ago, and other days it felt like only yesterday. The lyrics of an old Beatles classic gently floated into his mind…

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away, now it seems as though they’re here to stay…

That brought to mind Foggy, who, by the strangest happenstance, stumbled onto his secret.

- O – O – O – O – O – O -

To Matt’s ears, the knocking on his front door sounded like cannon fire.

Couldn’t anyone get a decent night’s sleep?

He slowly began to realize that he had been unable to drift off because of voices, traffic, and numerous other sound waves that crashed against his eardrums, none of which he should have been able to hear. It was only then that it dawned on him that he was not in his sensory deprivation tank.

Matt struggled to keep his eyes open. He felt a little disoriented for a minute. But everything came back to him… the battle with the Owl…

Leland Owlsley had been a successful financial investor, nicknamed “The Owl of Wall Street” for his financial wisdom. That is, until the IRS exposed him with his criminal connections.

Throughout the years Leland, now the Owl, turned to crime and now was great crimelord. Matt had fought him on several occasions, and had gotten to be a formidable foe. He used serum, which enabled him to fly short distances as well as other mutations to the point he was more animal-like, and it affected his sanity. His bones were hollow and had greater muscle mass than a normal human’s. His eyesight and hearing were acute to a superhuman level. But the key thing about the Owl was his criminal mastermind and his shrewd tactical intellect.

Though one of the weapons the Owl did have were a set of metal talons that were on each wrist. Some of his other bird-themed weapons were things like a cape that was designed to resemble an owl’s outstretched wings.

But now, the Owl was establishing his presence in the criminal underworld even more with the absence of the Kingpin. No doubt to try to become the next “Kingpin of Crime”. What galled Matt was the Owl had never been caught for all his criminal activities.

He thought of getting out of bed and making his way over to the bathroom, where relief awaited him in the form of Demerol. God only knew how much he needed after the night he had…

The knocking came again. Matt could tell immediately that it was Foggy. The heartbeat and the scent were dead giveaways. And whatever he wanted, he was not going to go away. Matt raised his eyebrows; Foggy’s heartbeat seemed faster then usual.

His hand brushed his leg, he felt the slick touch of leather pants. Matt frowned. He always removed his suit after a mission. But he could not remember anything that happened the night before, other than the beating he had taken from the Owl.

He could still smell his own clotting blood, feeling the bruises on his body. Which meant that he must have gotten home, taken the Demerol, fallen onto a bed he rarely used and passed out.

Matt felt the ache from the bruises on his face. How was he going to explain that to Foggy? He could only use ‘walked into a door’ so many times. Knowing Foggy for as long as he had, he was certain his portly partner would bring up the seeing-eye dog issue again.

Donning a robe along with his sunglasses, Matt nearly tripped over his jacket and boots, both of which were still on the floor. He must have really been out of it last night. He quickly hid them before making his way to the foyer.

“Foggy? Come in. What are you doing here so early?” Matt asked in surprise as he opened his front door. His partner almost never came to visit at least not in the morning, and they would usually meet in the morning for coffee at the café.

“I found something important about the Castle case,” Foggy answered, as he stepped through the doorway. His voice held tenseness in it.

“And this couldn’t have waited until I got to the office?” Matt moved toward the living room, but once there he remained standing so that his partner would not know how much pain he was in. The robe was rubbing against the claw marks on his arm.

It stung something fierce.

“Yeah, but that’s not the reason I’m here.” Foggy started to pace back and forth across the room, and wreaked havoc on Matt’s senses in the process. Foggy’s footsteps sounded like boulders falling; his heartbeat sounded like distant thunder that was not so distant.

“Why don’t you sit down for a while and take a load off your feet?” Matt queried his partner.

That seemed to snap Foggy out of whatever was bothering him, but only for a moment. “No. Dammit, I still can’t believe this.” Thankfully, he had stopped pacing, but his heart was beating faster. “Why did you do it, Matt?”

Now Matt was confused. “Do what?”

“Lie to me through both sides of your mouth all these years. How could you sit there and tell me with a straight face that Daredevil doesn’t exist?” he asked, his tone betraying feelings of tremendous hurt and anger. “All this time you kept telling me I was crazy, but I wasn’t now, was I? And I believed you. I trusted you. You made a complete fool out of me, in public no less.”

How could he even… Matt could not even begin to wonder. “Foggy, I-”

“Don’t even try to deny it!”

“How could you even know?”

“So you’re admitting it?”

“No, I’m only asking why you think so.”

“When I came over here earlier, the door was open. I found you lying on the bed, half in and half out of your costume.... You looked like you’d been in a gang fight. The only reason I left without calling 911 was that you were still breathing. And as pissed as I am, I just left you alone to sleep for a couple of hours so that I could get a straight answer out of you when I came back."

Matt gazed silently at the floor for what seemed like an eternity.

“Well, counselor?” Foggy’s voice was thick with an edgy sarcasm that Matt had never heard before.

“The Defense rests,” was all Matt had to say. There was nothing else for it. Foggy had been more than just his law partner. They had been close friends since they first roomed together as freshmen at Columbia. Even with all his foibles, Foggy Nelson was the one person he could count on more than anyone or anything else in the world.

“So Matt, how in the hell do you do it?”

“Pretty far-out, huh?” Matt gave his friend a half smile, though there was hardly anything humorous about Foggy’s discovery of his other life. The bruises made him wince in pain.

“Are you really blind, or was that just an act you’ve been putting on all these years?”

“It’s a long story.”

“We have time,” Foggy stated as he finally sat down.

“Well, I guess you could say it started right after I lost my eyesight…”

- O – O – O – O – O – O -

…Foggy would keep his secret to the grave…

“…a Honda Civic heading south on Ninth Avenue heading toward 53^rd Street.” Matt was brought out of his reverie by the police dispatch that was two blocks away. “…we have a stolen vehicle… suspect believed to be involved in armed robbery of Klein Jewelers at the corner of 72rd and Madison Avenue…”

Running at breakneck speed, Daredevil jumped from one rooftop to the next one. Not once did he stop to think about the thirty-story drop he would have to deal with if he missed; that’s why his billy club had a built-in zipline.

He was just about to close in on his quarry when suddenly he sensed an extremely fast-moving object heading toward the car from the opposite direction. Looking up, he saw what looked like a man hurtling between the buildings with nothing keeping him aloft but extremely thin, barely visible threads.

The other man flipped in mid-air before coming to a stop on the wall of an office building overlooking the street corner. He appeared to be clinging to the stone surface with nothing but his fingertips. He could not have been more than fifteen feet from the gargoyle around which Daredevil’s own zipline was wrapped.

“I’m going to take a wild guess here…” The strange man was addressing him. “You’re either the legendary Daredevil - though no one’s seen a picture of you – or someone forgot to tell you that Halloween’s over.”

Daredevil knew who the man was before he opened his mouth. As far as he was concerned, the wallcrawler was not making a good first impression. “I don’t think it’s any of your concern, Spider-Man.”

“You know who I am?” Spider-Man asked.

“Your reputation precedes you.”

Spider-Man was ready with a quick comeback. “So does yours.” In the next instant, though, his demeanor turned serious. “There’s a police chase that went by here, did you happen to see where they went?”

Daredevil hoped that Spider-Man was not referring to the same chase he had been following. “They’re going down Ninth,” he answered but continued with, “But leave that guy to me.”

“We’ll just see who catches him first!” Not bothering to wait around for a reply, Spider-Man fired a webline and swung away to continue his pursuit.

Daredevil made no move to stop him or continue the chase himself. And for good reason – a woman’s scream suddenly split the air. Another attempted rape… one more than he was willing to tolerate in his neighborhood; he would not let this lady become another victim.

He did make it in time, but only just. He let the guy have it, and could have easily beaten him to within an inch of his life. But Daredevil kept himself in check. He had learned that lesson well, when he had that “behavioral-modification” session with that drunken father, right in front of his son. The image of that boy cowering in fear from him, and not his father – that image had stayed with him, seared into his memory. Would the woman react the same way?

Sure enough, when he made his way over to the woman to make sure she was okay, she shrank away from him. “Don’t touch me!”

Holding out his hands so she could see them, he stepped back a little. “It’s okay, I won’t harm you. And he,” Daredevil nudged the guy with his boot, “won’t be able to harm you.”

The woman, who seemed very young, let out a sob. Her dress was torn, but it seemed mostly in one piece. Luckily a police car was coming down the street, and the woman ran down that way to wave them down while he made himself scarce.

Daredevil listened to see if there was any other trouble. Detecting none, he headed home.

His mind went back to Spider-Man. Matt’s extraordinarily heightened senses enabled him to get beyond his first impressions far more quickly than people with perfect vision. In the few seconds during which they had come into contact with each other, Matt had determined that Spider-Man was about twenty years of age and five foot seven inches tall. From the deep, steady pounding of Spider-Man’s heart, he knew the man as was in superb physical condition – as natural an athlete as one could find. Matt was deep in thought as his feet touched the roof of his brownstone. He spun the combinations on the multiple locks to let himself inside.

Maybe he should be thankful for small favors, guarding the streets had not been completely bad tonight. Well, bad physically. Emotionally? His day had sucked. And that run in with Spider-Man had not been on his ‘to do list’ today.

The police never gave a second thought to trying to arrest Spider-Man for the numerous crimes that he had been accused of committing, with murder at the top of the list…

The media on the other hand, either praised or tolerated Spider-Man, who was in the papers almost daily. The only one that disparaged his name on their front page was the Daily Bugle.

Or so Foggy had said.

Would Spider-Man deliberately cause everything the Bugle accuses him of? He seems to be more a hell-raiser and glory hound…

Matt did not have an answer to his question. He was used to keeping to the shadows; he did not want to be in the papers. But of course heroes like Spider-Man wanted the spotlight for themselves… Like when he was presented with the key to the city a few months ago. But with any luck, he would not have another run in with the wallcrawler anytime soon.

A shower and some sleep is what I need now, Matt thought with a weary sigh.

Matt paused by the answering machine - it was alerting him that he had a message.

“Matt,” came Foggy’s voice. “We got a call from our alma mater. Apparently their letter got lost in the mail or something. Anyway, Professor Robinson wants us to be guest speakers in his advanced trial advocacy seminar. If you have ‘other’ things keeping you busy tonight, we’ll talk tomorrow at the café.”

Matt did not have to think it over too much. He always enjoyed going back to Columbia Law School. He hoped that his story about the blind kid from Hell’s Kitchen making it as an attorney would inspire more law students to take up pro bono work rather than become pawns of corporate America, as most were wont to do.

Oh, Foggy is going to love that, Matt thought, and his mouth turned up in a smile.

- O – O – O – O – O – O -

Notes: I’m also working on a side story on John Jameson and Gwen Stacy called Table for Two. The fic will be set during this story and follow it slightly. I have the first chapter up, though timeline-wise it hasn’t happened in this story yet, but I’ll make note in the coming chapters when Table for Two chapters coincide with these chapters.

Information about the Owl is directly from Wikipedia.

Foggy’s finding out Matt is Daredevil was based off the Amazing Spider-Man Vol. 2 #35 & #38 by J. Michael Straczynski. At the very end of ASM 35, Peter’s Aunt May finds out he is Spider-Man when he is sleeping and his Spider-Man costume is on the floor. Some of the idea also came from the actual comic were Foggy did find out in Daredevil from Vol. 1 in issues 347 & 348 by J. M. Dematteis. Thanks for mentioning it, Barbara (as well as getting me hooked on comics)!

Thanks for reading, please comment. Jenn

Chapter Two: The Project

Fantastic Four book

jenn_1 — Fri, 06 Jul 2007 11:36:46 GMT

I went shopping today, (spent way too much money, but what else is new?) So I usually stop to look at books, which with my buget, I should 'never' do, I end up always getting something. What did I buy this time, you want to know?

I've noticed that Marvel has been selling books about some of the well known comic characters for the past year - Fantastic Four, Spider-Man (haven't seen these) X-Men, Wolverine, and The Ultimates.

This book, Fantastic Four: What Lies Between is by Peter David. (Which if you remember just a some days ago, I was praising David's work on the Spider-Man tie ins, which he also write the first Fantastic Four tie in, but not the FF: Rise of the Silver Surfer, which he so should have.) So needless to say, I bought the book. I have no idea if it's good or not, but I can let any of you know if you want to hear about it.

Fantastic Four: What Lies Between summary from the back of the book and found on Amazon - Reed Richards is brought in on a consult to oversee a privately funded dimension-spanning device...a device that will give wealthy patrons the opportunity to experience interdimensional travel. Never mind that the consortium wants to launch a sweeping endeavor that would be branded as "Fantastic Forays," with the world's greatest super hero team receiving a cut of the profits; their brilliant lead scientist, Rachel Hunt, has now discovered a way to safely traverse "interspace" -- the main conduits situated between dimensions -- that allows one access to a multitude of realities. And it is this very discovery of these gateways that puts the Fantastic Four on the front lines of a new kind of war, as dark forces gather and conspire to bring about the utter annihilation of all humanity....

Ramblings on... Spider-Man

jenn_1 — Sat, 30 Jun 2007 20:47:07 GMT

Some of you may know I'm writing a crossover with Spider-Man and Daredevil called Look Through My Eyes. At a friend's suggestion I went and ordered the Daredevil the tie in to the movie. I just got it yesterday, and I only started it, and it's pretty good so far. But I have to be honest, I'm really biased when I say this, but I think some of the best written movie tie in books were the Spider-Man books by Peter David. I honestly believe without them, I wouldn't have written or gotten half as far as I have with my Spider-Man writing. My fic Nothing Gold Can Stay was completely thanks to 'one' paragraph in SM3, and a flashback and missing scene to SM1 books. But the reason I bring this up, is I really wish Peter David would have written the Daredevil book. I'm not saying Greg Cox didn't do a good job, I'm still reading like I said. But I think I would have a stronger pull into the book if David had done it.

But of course though I love David's portrayal of Peter Parker, he at times, and in SM3 of course,made Peter a bit of a bad ass. That's where I bring Tobey Maguire in and say that without him, the movies wouldn't haven't been so well as they had been without him. Tobey is Peter Parker, 'nuff said.

I'm going to stop rambling, I could go on and on.... that could end up turning fangirly. Lol. Though not completely because of Tobey, though he is a cutie, see my favorite icon of him above.