Two Worlds

Remembering

teamane — Thu, 22 May 2014 21:33:23 GMT

It's been so long, I think I almost don't remember how to write in english. Facebook took me away...
I read my old fics and realized some have sequels that I haven't finished yet. I might do it very soon.
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My Fanart 120 – Lie to me

teamane — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 00:02:33 GMT

It’s been another year since I got here. Yes, facebook and it’s games are still appealing to my dormant brain, but I think I’m getting awake again ^.^
Sometimes I make a banner for some fandom, but the truth is that I don’t have as much time as I did before. Since my father has pass away, two years ago, I had to take his place around my mother needs and my little old computer with my nice image programs isn’t used anymore. I bought a laptop but I still hadn’t managed to get my wonderful programs and it’s taking some time to get more pics for all the great series with slashable pairings.
So, to celebrate S. Valentim, or Valentine for the English spoken countries, I’m posting some banners with Cal Lightman and Eli Loker from the wonderful (and extint) Lie to Me series.

Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me, neither Lie To Me. I’m just playing with them.

I like this pairing because it doesn’t exist in the show, how sad is that?
If they’re not an item in the show, they will never get apart, right? They were never together to begin with.
They also remind me of my other pairing, House/Chase, that is seeing their last this year.

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Until next time.
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My Fanart 119 – SeaQuest

teamane — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 23:49:11 GMT

Author: teamane
Rating: PG-13
Character(s):
Disclaimer: SeaQuest DSV don’t belong to me, I bought the first and second season dvd, watched it with great pleasure, screencapped parts of it and made some fanart for fans and fun.

It’s been more than 20 years (damn! I’m old!) since I’ve watched SeaQuest for the first time. I loved it as I loved Star Wars and Star Trek (along all its spin-offs). Lucas was close to my age at the time!
I don’t remember season three, but I remember that Brody was killed, so I hate that season.
I like Jim Brody and if I have to slash someone, then it’s him and Ford.
My favourite is Piccolo and his way with the words.

I’m posting the banners and a link to my post about that character (just click in the name) in the community about SeaQuest seaquest

Characters from First Season only

Katherine Hitchcock

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Kristin Westphalen

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Benjamin Krieg

Characters from Second Season only

Tony Piccolo

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Wendy Smith

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Lonnie Anderson

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Dagwood

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Jim Brody

Characters from Season 1 and 2

Nathan Bridger

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Lucas Walenczeck

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Jonathan Ford

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Miguel Ortiz

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Tim O’Neill

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Links to SeaQuest Sites

SeaQuest DSV Harbor

New Cape Quest

Jaime Blue Page fanfic, some slash with Tim.

Wikipedia - SeaQuest

SeaQuest FanFiction

Alternativus Impossibilus - Alternative Universe for season 3.

Until next time.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS

teamane — Fri, 24 Dec 2010 16:04:01 GMT

I know I haven't been around much lately - blame it on Facebook and its games ^.^

I didn't forget my LJ friends, so I want to wish you all a Wonderful Christmas Day and lots of Happiness, Health and Love.

Christmas Greetings

Christmas Greetings

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Christian & Syed - Info Dates

teamane — Fri, 13 Aug 2010 00:50:34 GMT

After introducing Christian Clarke and Syed Masood, I’m posting here the most important dates and happenings of their lives. I took it from the Eastenders BBC site and added a lot more.
Hopefully I will be completing it with more info as soon I’m able to know what’s going on with the soap opera.

This entry is from 2008 until May of 2010.

I will edit this entry sometimes, to fill in more info and fanart.

Important Episode Dates – Chryed Story

17 Jan 2008
Christian meeting up with his sister, Jane, after having been out of touch for years.

01 May 2008
Christian leaves Walford after he is accused of coming on to Steven.

12 May 2008
Christian is welcomed back into the Beale household, after Steven's lies are revealed.

21 Apr 2009
Syed meets Zainab in a coffee shop in secret.

05 May 2009
Syed has his lies revealed to Amira when she came round to dinner.

23 April 2009
Syed and Christian meet for the first time at the Masala Queen kitchen

15 Jun 2009
It's Christian's 37 birthday. James, an ex-boyfriend, appears again, visiting.

18 Jun 2009
Christian is with an hangover and Syed covers for him, while preparing the party for Bushra.

19 Jun 2009
Christian is kissed by Syed in the Masala Queen's kitchen, after Bushra's party.

16 Jul 2009
Syed propose to Amira in the Vic. Christian gets heartbroken.

28 Jul 2009
Christian is beaten up in his flat for being a homosexual by Luke, a man he meets in the Vic (after seeing Syed propose to Amira).

02 Oct 2009
Christian is sleeping with Syed.

26 Oct 2009
Christian declares his love for Syed.

3 December 2009
Syed says he loves Christian for the first time, finally admitting it.

22 Dec 2009
Christian confess to Jane that he's been having an affair with Syed.

22 Dec 2009
Christian suggests to Syed that they should run away to Barcelona together. Syed declines and Christian goes away alone.

31 Dec 2009
Christian comes back to Albert Square to stop Syed from getting married to Amira. Christian kisses Syed, surprising him, at midnight.

01 Jan 2010
Zainab finds out about them after Christian assured her that he and her perfect son “have done it all and he loved it.” She slaps him after he insisting that Syed is gay.

Syed and Amira get married – Zainab makes Syed go on with the marriage even thou he tells her that he loves Christian. Christian is heartbroken (again). And so does Syed.

20 Jan 2010
Christian quits his job at Masala Queen and finds work in the Queen Victoria pub (known as the Vic).

22 Feb 2010
Christian consoles Syed after he admits he's having marriage problems.

23 Feb 2010
Zainab gets locked in the office in Masala Queen, and Christian offers to help as she goes into labour. She has Kamil, her fourth child with help from Masood, Christian, Syed and Tamwar.

09 Apr 2010
Christian informs a furious Zainab that he intends to win Syed back.

09 Apr 2010
Zainab, angry, covers Christian head-to-toe in paint while decorating the new flat for Syed and Amira.

15 Apr 2010
Christian is shocked to discover “Syed Loves Christian” written on the walls of Syed and Amira’s flat. That was Lucy’s work to make Syed decide to tell the true.

26 Apr 2010
The truth comes out when Amira reveals his and Syed’s relationship at the Masood family party, after discovering the writing in the wall. Syed confirms and Qadim, Amira’s father, tries to beat him up. The Masood throw Christian out of their house. Syed accuses Christian of leaving him with only ashes and rejects him in front of everyone.

27 Apr 2010
Christian is beaten up by Qadim and two associates at Syed and Amira’s flat after not finding Syed (he left Walford). Masood doesn’t help a hurting Christian when he asks for help.

30 Apr 2010
Jane finds Christian unconscious in his apartment. She calls an ambulance – he has a couple of broken ribs and a mild concussion. Masood finds out that Zainab knew about Syed and Christian before the wedding.

3 May 2010
While Christian is recovering in the hospital, Masood gets fed up with Zainab attitude and throw her in the street with a suitcase. It’s raining, it’s night and someone give’s Zainab a hand. It’s Syed.

4 May 2010
Zainab is cleaning her clothes in the laundry and he doesn’t want Syed’s help, even when he insists. Syed go talks to Masood to forgive her, promising he wants to do the right thing and that Christian is in the past and he will not see him or talk to him. Yet, when Tamwar tells him that Christian got beat up he gets worried and torn with his feelings.

6 May 2010
In the next day, Syed meet Christian and after a moment of hesitation, ignores him. Christian is disgusted. Masood decides to give his family a chance, calling Syed on his promise from earlier, he wants all to live together as a family again. But Syed, after hearing from Tamwar that it was Amira’s father that hurt Christian, goes to his flat to apologise. Christian is unforgiving and calls him a coward, telling him that don’t want to ever see Syed again. Syed almost cries and to get things worst, their parents see him at Christian’s door, breaking the promise he made to Masood. He’s not allowed to get home again, hurting even more to be turn away from his parents.

10 May 2010
Masood and Tamwar think that Zainab is making Syed’s favourite food for him somehow, but it’s for Nadim and Bushra. They inform them that there are people that don’t accept Syed’s homosexuality and are not hiring the Masala Queen because of it. Masood ignores Syed on the street. Zainab makes Tamwar change the family picture, erasing Syed and Amira from it. He only does that after talking to Syed, His brother tells him to do what their mother asked. He just wants the good for his family. Tamwar stands up against his mother, telling he will always be by his brother’s side.

12 May 2010
The Masood parents are still ignoring Syed, although Masood is starting to change his mind after talking to Jane. Tamwar looks for his brother while walking out with Kamil and they talk. He keeps telling Tam to do what their mother says. Goes looking for a job – he’s mocked and humiliated by Janine first and then Roxy is crossed with him in the Vic, in Christian’s presence. Syed is getting desperate. Masood is getting tired of Zainab’s constant anger and decides to travel to USA with Jane.

13 May 2010
Syed tries to kill himself with vodka and pills after being rejected by everyone. Masood gives up from travelling and after knowing what happened in the mosque he goes in search of his son, finding him pass out in the apartment. He takes Syed to the hospital with Ian’s help. Christian gets mad at Roxy after she tells him that he told Syed to get away. Masood is worried about Syed and feels guilty. Christian searchs for Syed but he’s not home and does not answer the phone. At the hospital Zainab sees Christian call on Syed’s phone and tells his groggy and barely awake son that she would rather see him dead than being gay and in love with Christian. Tamwar and Masood are stunned by what they hear.

14 May 2010
Masood asks Zainab to leave and then Syed tells him to go to her because she needs him. Christian knows about Syed and lives a date on the Vic to go the hospital. He sees Syed and Tamwar fooling with each other and don’t go to him. Zainab is ashamed about Syed attempt of suicide. Masood wants to get Syed home. Zainab throws his clothes on the street. Christian and Zainab have a hot change of words. When they return from the hospital, Syed sees Christian with another man (Alex) and Zainab sets fire to Syed clothes and marriage photo album.

17 May 2010
Syed is in his flat and Tam wants his brother to get home. Syed is going to get out of the flat ‘cause it’s been rented to someone else, he will be leaving. Tam says his father Syed doesn’t get out and is not sleeping well. Masood gives Syed’s favourite jacket back to him after mending it. He wants him back home.

18 May 2010
Masood makes Zainab apologise to Syed so that he goes back home. (It’s been a week since the hospital scene). Syed finally agrees to go home although he still resents her words. She denies him a hug.
20 May 2010
Zainab treats Syed with coldness. She and Masood are suspecting his actions, after he hides his search in the pc and a phone call. Masood sees him with a man are they are devastated.

21 May 2010
Syed asks Tamwar for advice about the man, Alan – he’s gona ‘cure’ him from his feelings. He introduce him to his parents. Tam is worried and tells Syed he just should be himself and that their parents should love him just like he is. Syed blames himself for braking their family and will do anything to make them well again. Tam and Masood think that it’s not gonna work, but Zainab wants to believe and so does Syed.

Chryed - Info and Fanart

teamane — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 01:57:51 GMT

Here I am, at last.
It has not been an easy year, but I can’t complain, really.
After starting to lurk around a little bit, I can finally have the time to post something on my own LJ.
In June, I missed my usual slash babies so much that I went in search of some youtube videos about them. I started with my beloved Aragolas (Aragorn/Legolas), then Janto (I miss Ianto so much!) and I found some Christian/Olie that caught my attention (they were kissing, I mean, really kissing, no manip; can you blame me?). I track down their story and found out they are Christian and Oliver, from a german soap-opera called Verbotene Liebe (Forbidden Love), they started as friends developing a long lasting love so far. Christian is good looking and I really like him, but Ollie is a little… how should I say in English,… a little ‘too much’ sensitive and spoiled.
Finding another Christian with a sweet, lovely, gorgeous man I found my new obsession: Christian Clarke and Syed Masood from the British soap-opera Eastenders.
This is the first post about the canon pairing known to us, fans, as Chryed.

The pair bond at work and quickly fall for each other, but Syed's religion and family values makes him reject Christian's love.
When they are introduced, Syed says his own name and Christian also does the same to what Syed answers “Muslim”, as ‘Christian’ means both the name and the religion person, lol. I found it very amusing (I’m Christian too, lol).
I made a tiny resume with info from BBC Eastenders site and Wikipedia. Links are at the end.

Christian Clarke

Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark blond
Height: 1,86m (6' 1" )
Date of birth - 15 June 1972
Home - 15a Turpin Road
Occupation - Barman, caterer, personal trainer
First appearance: 17.01.2008

Christian ‘kiss-my-guns’ Clarke is an irrepressible flirt with the biceps of a god, and an innate inability to live a quiet life. Until he meets Syed. ^.^
His put-downs are legendary, but although he has a brash exterior he is sensitive, generous and fiercely loyal. If you’re feeling down, he’ll take you out for the best night of your life and provide a shoulder to cry on in the taxi home.
Christian's a charmer, but has no qualms about telling people exactly what he thinks.

He falls head-over-heels for Syed, the only one he really wants to keep by his side. That love brings a lot of angst and pain (what else in a soap-opera, right? Lol) until he finally finds some happiness with his love (at least during July, let’s see what August brings them).

Christian story on Wikipedia.

Christian story on BBC Eastenders .

Syed Masood

Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown
Height: 1,75m (5' 9")
Date of birth - 16 April 1984
Home – 41 Albert Square (with his parents)
15a Turpin Road (with Christian)
Occupation - Property developer, caterer when working in his parents food business, the Masala Queen.

Syed is the older son to Masood Ahmed and Zainab Masood. He has a sister Shabnam, that left a couple of years ago, and two brothers, Tamwar and the baby Kamil, born this year.

When Syed Masood walked onto the Square, Walford’s ladies took notice – he’s good looking, suave and sophisticated.
Amira, his fiancee, is brought to Albert Square by his mother, Zainab, against his knowledge. Syed starts to get feelings for their friend Christian, to whom Amira confides about her wedding plans, and her intimate problems with Syed. Of course Christian is secretly willing Syed to leave her, after they discover that what they feel for each other is love and not just attraction.
Syed’s the apple of his mum’s eye. He wants to be a good son, and fears that if he were to reveal his true feelings, it would break his family in two – not to mention break Amira’s heart.
He married Amira Shah on New Years Day and after going on and off with Christian, he decides to tell Amira that he loves Christian, even though she’s pregnant. Yet he can’t do it, he cares about her very much and he postpone that decision. She tells him she’s not pregnant after taking a pregnancy test but she is indeed carrying his child when leaves Walford after discovering that her husband is gay and in love with their friend.
Syed keeps lying and fighting against his heart desire, until he realizes that his family cares more about tradition than about his truly welfare and happiness. He even goes to a psychiatric (of some sort) that tells him he can cure him from his homosexually feelings. He goes to Christian and leaves his family to go for the love he wants.

Now, they are living together and their happiness is only darkened from his family rejection. Tamwar, his younger brother, is a great character and supports Syed since the very beginning.

Syed story on Wikipedia).
Syed story on BBC Eastenders ).

The bigger picture is their first kiss (Syed kisses Christian in an impulse, starting that way their romance) and the other is their first kiss after Syed moves to Christian’s.

Pictures were screencaped by me from some videos I had the lucky to watch before they were removed from youtube.

There's a community for them at chryed but you have to join to access most of the entries, mainly fics.

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Life goes on

teamane — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 16:52:39 GMT

It's been 24 days since I said the last goodbye to my father.
It's been a long and painful road. I wish I never had to walk down it with him... but wishes mean nothing sometimes.
I thank all the strengh I had until now, I thank God, my Guardian Angel and guides. I thanks all my friends, in real world and in here.

I'm trying to get my life on track again, but it's not easy. Sometimes I forget he's gone, sometimes I don't remember and sometimes I can't stop thinking about him.

I hope I'll get back to LJ very soon. My internet is my father's, so, that's another thing I have to change. My sweet slash pairings miss me as much as I miss them. Many fandoms many OTPs, many banners and fics to write.

Causes Graphic Comments

See you around, my dear friends.
Hugs and Kisses

My Fanart 118 – CSI - Nick & Warrick

teamane — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 13:29:57 GMT

There are lots of ‘slashble ‘ characters and I think that when they might come too close, the writers and producers put them apart, by death or others. Warrick and Nick were great friends and it was with regret I saw that friendship end in tragedy. (I will NOT mention my beloved Janto…).
So, to keep them alive like a good fan I am, here are some banners with them. Together and happy, be it in friendship or a deep love.

Disclaimer: Everything about any CSI belongs to Mr. Zwicker and his partners in crime. I own nothing of it.

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My Fanart and Fiction Index

Credits/Disclaimer for my fanart and manips.

Until next time
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My Fanart 117 – Gin no Yuusha

teamane — Sun, 31 May 2009 22:08:04 GMT

Again, I bring one of the cutest manga I ever read – The Silver Hero.
The characters are delicious and beautiful, the story has adventure, magic, treason, love, friendship, family…
Beat is the Silver hero and Ricercare is a pretty blue haired mage. Both try to protect the Demon King and all his/her demons.
While I’m eagerly waiting for more scanlations, I’m posting more banners.
All pics of Gin no Yuusha belong to Yoshitomo Watanabe.

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My Fanart and Fiction Index

Credits/Disclaimer for my fanart and manips.

Until next time
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My Fanart 116 – Criminal Minds

teamane — Sat, 23 May 2009 22:17:03 GMT

More banners with my loved Criminal Minds OTP – Derek Morgan & Reid Spencer.
There is also a little surprise for Hotch lovers.
Come inside and see the gorgeousness (the guys, not the banners).

Disclaimer: I own nothing of this: no fandoms, no characters and no plots. Just for fun.

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Until next time.
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My Fanart 115 – Chronicles of Riddick

teamane — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 23:07:57 GMT

Disclaimer: I own nothing of this: no fandoms, no characters and no plots. Just for fun.
I can’t believe I forgot to post my Riddick banners in my LJ!

Vin Diesel plays Richard B. Riddick in two (soon three) sci-fi movies: Pitch Black and The Chronicles of Riddick. In the second one he becomes ‘attached’ to the Necromongers, and among them there’s Lord Vaako, a warrior played by the gorgeous Karl Urban (a far cry from the blond Eomer on Lord of the Rings). Obviously they became my OTP (One True Pairing) for Riddick.

Two great sites to visit:
Tarlanx Fics or her LJ tarlanx
Urban Reveries – Karl Urban Archive

Two ficlets (by me, not betaed) inside, as a bonus. ^.^

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Vaako was intrigued.
Who was that man that managed to infiltrate in the most deadly of places?
There was no fear in his face, only determination. A raw power that cut through his necromonger heart like a hot blade running through butter.

“I want him.”

Riddick’s voice was deep and strong. The man’s words shook him in ways he could not understand. He felt a thrill he hasn’t felt in years. He felt jealous of the soldier Riddick was pointing at.

Vaako allowed the fight, believing his fellow soldier would easily win. How come he didn’t felt disappointed when the bald man won? He fought with grace and strength, with knowledge and purpose. That act was not a simple revenge; it was a matter of equilibrium. A pain for another pain; a taken for another taken. You hurt me, I hurt you.

You want me, I want you.
Where did that came from?
Vaako shook his head, his wife’s voice breaking the spell he had fall into.
Riddick.
That was a dangerous man. In a few minutes he had managed to turn Vaako’s world upside down.

The pale necromonger warrior watched with trepidation as Lady Vaako lead the other man to his possible doom, his mind whispering words of future while Riddick’s eyes scrambled his present.

You shattered my world, I will shatter yours.

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His patience grew thin after ten minutes of kneeling half dead warriors in front of him. He could feel her hungry eyes on him. He could feel Kyra’s body growing cold on the ground.
He was grieving.
He wanted payback from all his losses.
So he took a … kingdom, of Necromongers? What were they, anyway?

A head turned slowly on his direction. Grey eyes showing nothing but hope and assessment locked with his glowing ones.
"Getting tired, Lord Vaako?" Riddick growled with a hint of satisfaction.
"No, my lord. I’m merely getting curious."
"About what?"
The dark haired and pale faced man turned one side of his lip upward in an amused little grin. "You, Lord Marshal."
"Hum."
Riddick’s eyes seemed to shine brighter. He liked that. That Vaako warrior was no wuss and appeared to have some kind of sense of humour.
It felt like he had found someone he could see as equal to him.
He liked that too.
He liked that a lot.

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Until next time
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My Fanart 114 – Merlin

teamane — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 13:24:49 GMT

Disclaimer: Merlin and everything about it is History and Fantasy; it doesn’t belong to me.

This British series, Merlin, is a fresh and different view of that old legend. Merlin in this great production has the same age as Arthur. They are both young men having some adventures and forging their characters of future Warlock and King in the realm of Camelot. King Uther has banished magic and everything about magic from Camelot, so Merlin must keep his magic a secret. Then there’s Gwendolyn (Gwen), Morgana and Gaius, the physician that protects Merlin and the only one that knows his secret.

The slash is very subtle, enough that makes all slashy girls like me to dream freely and see what we want to see in every scene we want, lol.
It’s a very refreshing fandom. ^.^ I will not make it as an usual pairing to play with, but I decided to give it a try. Here are five Merlin banners to share with my LJ friends.
If you like them and want to read and see greater fanart, go to merlinxarthur.

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Until next time
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My Fanart 113 – Criminal Minds

teamane — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 23:42:26 GMT

My first entry in the year of 2009 is about the cute BAU agents that look so good together as they do apart.

I wish all that might read this, a wonderful Year.

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My Fanart 112 – Gin no Yuusha

teamane — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 23:00:42 GMT

Today, I wanted to post Xmas banners with my lovely pairings, but I couldn’t made it on time. So, I’m posting more from a manga I love – Ginn no Yuusha, The Silver Hero.
More proverbs with the cute characters created by Yoshitomo Watanabe.

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My Fanart and Fiction Index

Credits/Disclaimer for my fanart and manips.

All pics of Gin no Yuusha belong to Yoshitomo Watanabe.

Until next time
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My Fanart 111 – Criminal Minds

teamane — Sun, 07 Dec 2008 22:13:20 GMT

I realized I didn’t post anything for about two months. And since I still have lots of banners to post before the end of 2008, I’ll be posting my 2008 banners *grin*
I don’t know if I’ll be able to make new ones next year, but I need to start the fast approaching new year with new fanwork.

Here are my pretty boys from Criminal Minds, again.

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Until next time
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My Fanart 110 – Criminal Minds

teamane — Tue, 21 Oct 2008 21:05:59 GMT

Criminal Minds is a wonderful tv series about a special FBI team. The B.A.U., Behaviour Analysis Unit, studies the unknown subjects (called ‘unsub’) behaviour and catches them.

Spencer Reid is a cute young genius and Derek Morgan is a sexy man. Together they are my slash pairing.
Again, this pairing exists only on my fantasy world and in morganreid_cm
So sad!

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Until next time
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My Fanart 109 – Primeval

teamane — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 20:54:02 GMT

My second Primeval fanart post.
Again, Stephen and Nick. They were friends in the canon series, with a lovely slash relation in our fantasy word.
They do not belong to me. Fanwork and manipulations for other fans.

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Until next time
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My Fanart 108 – Loveless

teamane — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 15:30:04 GMT

More Soubi and Ritsuka from the manga and anime ‘Loveless’.

Loveless is a shōnen-ai fantasy manga by Yun Kouga and it doesn’t belong to me.
Ritsuka Aoyagi is a twelve year-old kid (he still has his cat ears and tail ^.^)that meets a mysterious twenty year-old man named Soubi Agatsuma, an adult (no cat ears or tail) and absolutly gorgeous. *heart eyes*
Soubi was Seimei’s (Ritsuka's brother) 'sentoki', or fighter. Now that Seimei is gone, he became Ritsuka’s fighter and Ritsuka is his 'sacrifice'. They form a pair in a ‘spell battle’.

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My Fanfic – House – Human’s Hope

teamane — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 21:17:51 GMT

Title: Human’s Hope
Author: teamane
Pairing/ Characters: House/Chase (sort of), appearances by Wilson and Cuddy.
Rating: PG
Summary: A small Missing Scene at the end of Episode 4.16 – Wilson’s Heart.
Warnings: Pre-Slash, smut, spoilers for ep 4.16.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, just burrow them for a while, then they can get back to their boring lives.
Beta: The Great myr_juhl
A/N: Second House fic. English is not my first tongue. All mistakes are mine alone.

Wilson walked away, the pain too raw to be dealt with in that moment.

Closing his eyes, House felt a hole in his heart and didn’t like it. He was not used to emotional pain. There was no amount of Vicodin that could numb it. He would deal with all the grieving like he did everything else – with sarcasm and mockering words, trying to ignore the pain and how much his best friend was hurting.

He could hear Cuddy soft breathing, still asleep by his side, curled up in that uncomfortable couch.

On his way out to meet Cameron and Foreman, Chase watched Wilson walk away from House’s room and sighed. He barely knew Amber but he liked Wilson. It disturbed him how much suffering he could see in Wilson’s eyes. Approaching the glassed room, the young doctor saw House and Cuddy sleeping in the dim light. A twitch from the bed told him maybe House was awake.

The old doctor could feel a change in the room. There was a pleasant smell of rain filling it. He knew that smell, and secretly he loved it.
Opening his eyes, House saw his ex-duckling watching him from the entrance, his face almost blank.

Except his eyes. They were glistening with sorrow and pain; a kind of pain House knew that was very familiar to the Australian. He wished he had the strength to mock him and his ridiculously perfect hair, or his perfect eyes and perfect lips.

Chase’s blue-greenish eyes moved to hover over Cuddy.
“There are days I’m not able to believe in God, in the goodness between humans,” he whispered, breaking the silence with a soft voice, his accent thicker in the still of the room. “There are days it seems all we have is pain, suffering, death…loss. But then…” he paused, looking at House, “I’m remembered of you!”

Blue eyes momentarily stunned, House found the will to roll them with feigning exasperation. “I’m touched,” he whispered, in spite of the curiosity Chase’s words roused.

The young surgeon carried on ignoring House, looking him in the eyes. “Brash, selfish, arrogant, smart, annoying, childish, petulant, insensitive…” he said, while stepped into the room nearing the bed.

“You fail to make your point.” House was disturbed by the feelings Chases’ words were causing inside him. A tiny bit of House felt disappointed with himself, knowing he was all that to Chase.

A small sad smile blossomed on the blonde’s lips. “Isn’t it amazing that someone like you is loved so much by others?” There was a bit of awed in his bright eyes. “How wonderful is the human heart, that still manage to make people stand by your side whenever you need them!”

His heart beating faster, House was mesmerized by the young man, bathed in the soft light almost looking like an angel in his deathbed. A soft skilled hand caressed the roughed face. “That is my point.” Leaning in a bit, perfect lips kissed the older man’s forehead sweetly. “Get well, Gregory House.”

For a while, House could only stare at the retreating doctor, too amazed to think. Then, closing his eyes, he touched his forehead, a lingering pressure still tingling in his skin.

Robert Chase, the one that was his pupil for longer time, the one he used to dump his bad humour on, the one that hugged him when he thought House was dying. The one that kissed his forehead like a blessing and somehow managed to make his heart lighter.

He had to agree with the young doctor. He was loved by the most incredible people. That was an amazing thing indeed. And he could not deny that he loved them back in his own particular way. Especially the younger one, whom he tried so hard to keep away from.
And that was a miracle in House’s heart.

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My Fanart 107 – Heroes

teamane — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 17:14:58 GMT

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It’s been a long time since I posted anything with these two lovely heroes.
Second season is a mystery to me. I only watched a couple of scenes but I didn’t follow it much.
Three old banners from last year and three new ones from this month.

Heroes Mohinder Suresh and Peter Petrelli.

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My Fanfiction – Riddick – Against the Odds

teamane — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 12:51:17 GMT

Title: Against the Odds I
Author: Teamane
Fandom: The Chronicles of Riddick
Rating: PG-17 (very bad words) It’s Riddick!
Characters/Pairing: Riddick, Vaako, Aereon, Toal, oc
Word Count: 4652
Spoilers: After the movie.
Disclaimer: None are mine. I just play with them - Fan..write.
Summary: “Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.” George Eliot.
Betaed by moanahine. Thank you ^.^ And thanks to jaye_voy for her wonderful help and 'concrit'.
Notes: English is not my first language. I fantasized a little about Riddick’s World. Bad words. Constructive criticisms are more than welcome - are needed.

It’s been two months after the Day of Days.

Two months since the Furyan Riddick found himself in a place he never imagined in his frantic life - as the new Lord Marshal to the Necromonger people.
He found it was terribly boring to command people with beliefs that were not his. Yet, he liked the warrior part.

Riddick was reading some reports when commander Toal entered the room in a hurry.
“Lord Marshal!”
The bald man frowned, hating that his commander didn’t respect his privacy when requested.
“What?” he growled.
“My Lord, there’s been trouble in commander Vaako’s chambers.”
He practically flew through the ship, Toal running on his heels.

That was another thing he liked. Vaako.
The First Among Commanders had been a nice surprise amidst the walking corpses. He liked and respected Vaako.
He discovered that the man that was supposed to kill him was, in fact, a great warrior and a man of great principles. Riddick didn’t follow any principles or morals except the ones that enabled him to survive. But now, after knowing Vaako better, he found himself wandering about lots of things.

A group of soldiers and other Necros were lurking around the Vaakos’ quarters, trying to peer inside.
“Move.” The grave loud voice made them all part away like magic.

Inside, the still new Lord Marshal felt his heart stop.
There was blood everywhere. The red, a stark contrast to the grey of the room.
He noticed there were three medics and a couple of soldiers around two bodies.

Riddick only had been there once, when he followed Vaako through a deep discussion about Necromongers religion beliefs. His wife was there, all fragrant and pretty, ignoring the Commander as soon as she saw Riddick. He had noticed that Vaako didn’t seem too upset with the fact that her seduction skills were all pointed at their new Lord Marshal. He was more bored than anything else.

That’s why it was with a speeding heart that he recognized Vaako and the Dame lying on the floor surrounded by blood.
Ignoring the woman, Riddick crouched next to his Commander.
“What happened to him?”

One of the older doctors, a non-Necro, was covering Vaako’s wounds with a thin transparent plastic. “Commander Vaako was stabbed several times. I’m counting six so far. Dame Vaako doesn’t seem to have any visible wounds.”

A younger doctor was searching the room. “Dame Vaako was poisoned.” He showed the goblet. “There is a strong poison in this cup, and in this one there’s a sedative.” He shook his head, reading the screen of his analyser. “The poison is meant to kill someone like the Commander in five minutes. If Dame Vaako drank it she would have died almost immediately.”

Riddick looked horrified for a split second. He addressed the older doctor. “So, all this blood is from him? Can you save him?”

“He’s barely alive, Lord Marshal. We will move him to the Healing Quarters as soon as possible. I will do my best,” he inclined his head in Riddick’s direction lowering his voice, “but I don’t want the Necro docs near him. I think they are not used to treat living people.”

The bald man almost laughed at that. He didn’t trust them either. That’s why he had managed to bring Helion Prime medical staff to the Basilica.

He stood up surveying the room.

There were signs of struggle everywhere. Their usually tidy room was turned upside down. The little furniture they possessed was displaced, clothes and jewels everywhere.
“Who was here?” he asked.

A soldier approached him. “We were passing outside and heard shouting. We knocked but got no answer. The door was locked. When we managed to open it this is what we found.” He looked around. “There was no one else in here.”
Riddick’s glowing eyes poised over Vaako’s blooded and inert form. “They did this to themselves?!”

“She killed him.” A soft female voice preceded the floating form of Aereon.
“He’s not dead.” He rumbled with fierceness. “Or are you playing odds with me, windy?”
She materialized in front of him.
“She wanted to kill her husband.”
“Why?”
She gave him a pointed look. “You keep what you kill.”

Disgust fleeted through his face. “She wanted Vaako’s place?!”
Aereon smilled like a mother to a silly child. “She wanted you.”
“She could have asked”, he grunted, getting near Vaako again. Two necromonger doctors were preparing him to be transported in the floating life support gurney.
“You would have said yes to her body. She wanted your heart.”
“That’s plain stupid. I give my heart to no one.” He answered keeping a close eye on the doctors.

The elemental kept a smile on her lips, watching Riddick’s worry for Vaako’s condition showing in his actions. “I’m not so sure about that,” she murmured.

A pain filled moan floated from Vaako’s pale lips.
“He lost too much blood. He’s on his way to the Underverse,” one of the Necro doctors barely said, before having his throat grabbed by his Lord Marshal.
“I don’t give a fucking shit about your Underverse, but if you don’t save him right now, I’ll make sure you follow him before you can say any fucking prayer.”

The deep rumbling voice would forever echo in the Necro’s nightmares for years to come.

Aereon’s smile got bigger.
“Lord Marshall found his heart when he almost lost it!” she whispered to herself, watching the horde of people leave with the doctors.

Riddick turned around in the threshold, surveying the room, his glowing eyes shining with angst and revenge. He would find out what happened in there.
He followed the gurney with Vaako.

Necromongers were in for another big surprise soon, thought the elemental.

She almost laughed in delight. Riddick had found his mate within the Necromongers.

“What were the odds of that?...”

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Ending note: I want to write a Part 2, about how Riddick will acknowledge his feelings for Vaako while he’s recovering, and to find out what happened in that room.

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My Fanart 106 – The Fast and the Furious

teamane — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 01:15:30 GMT

Finally I am able to see the movie from the beginning until the end. I bought the DVD, ^.^ I also saw the second one: 2Fast and 2 Furious. It’s not the same without Vin Diesel, but I laughed a few times with Roman. And it hit one or two muses.
I have written my first Dom/Brian fic, but it still needs a few re-writings before I send it to be betaed.
Meanwhile, I have a few banners to share, hoping the next movie with them be as Hot as the first one was.

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My Fanart 105 – Gin no Yuusha

teamane — Sat, 21 Jun 2008 22:18:19 GMT

I truly love this shounen manga. Translated as ‘The Silver Hero’, it’s a sweet and cute series of tales in a time of magic and courage.
Beat and Ricercare, two teenagers, friends for a long time, help to protect the Demons from the Humans. Demons are only mirrors of human’s emotions. If we love them they love us back.
Beat is a Silver Hero. Ricercare is a lovely magician. Maou is the cute Demon king (or demon lord).
There are five volumes. I have all of them in raw (original language- Japanese, Chinese or Korean, I’m not sure which) and I can’t understand what’s happening. *sad sigh*

To celebrate the Summer Solstice, here is Gin no Yuusha and some proverbs. Sometimes the common knowledge is the best knowledge.

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My Fanfiction – Lost – Lost Dream

teamane — Thu, 29 May 2008 22:59:48 GMT

Title: Lost Dream
Author: teamane
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Jack/Boone
Rating: FRT-16
Warnings: slash, romance, angst.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Lost, Boone Carlyle or Jack Sheppard. I wish I did. I would keep them alive, in love and well. Never happened except in my Fantasy World.
Summary: Boone is dead. Jack can’t forget him and wishes he could have tell the young man how much he loved him.
Author's Notes: I only saw a few episodes after season 2. I suppose this could be in the early season 4, after Jack fight with Locke (I read it on a site). A ficlet that will have a sequel sometime in the future. I hope!
English is not my first language.
Beta by the wonderful myr_juhl. Any mistakes are my own.

Jack was running through the foliage trying to reach the caves as soon as possible. He was furious, sad, and deeply hurt.
He thought he could fall in love again, but as much as he tried his traitorous heart kept locked for the living.
He wanted to feel love again. The island was killing everything he treasured, was killing his will to live and fight.

Knowing that the world thought they were dead was very disturbing. There was nothing and no one waiting for him outside that island. There was no one for him in the island either. Sure, Kate and Juliet were two lovely women who had held some interest in the doctor, but now Kate was with Sawyer and he didn’t fully trust Juliet. She had tried to con him with seduction tactics. She was beautiful and very interesting but he was still trapped in a lost love.

Suddenly Jack’s foot slipped and he fell, knocking his head on the twisted tree roots. For a moment, he lay there, feeling the first drops of rain caress his face, waiting for his vision to return. He heard a giggle to his right so, obviously, someone had found him. He hoped it wasn’t Juliet, because in truth, he couldn’t deal with her true/false love and loyalty right now.

A face with big blue greenish eyes and a smirk on kissable lips appeared in his field of vision.
“Boone?”
The young man laughed with delight, rain dripping on his blushed cheeks.
“Hi Jack.”
The doctor was in shock. He rose on his elbows, his mind thinking about head injuries and…
“Am I dead?!”
Boone pinched him in the arm, making him yelp in surprise more than in pain.
“Did it hurt?”
“Yes! It did.” His face still held bewilderment.
“Dead people don’t feel pain,” Boone informed him with that big smile that lighted the entire place. “I know that for sure.”
“But…but…” Jack was having a hard time trying to understand what was happening. “You died! My God, Boone! You died in my arms!”
That made the other look sad and the doctor felt like kicking himself for that.
“I’m sorry, Jack.” Boone inclined a little more over the prostrated man, making a few droplets fall from his wet hair, his eyes grey with sorrow. “I know it was hard for you to let go, but sometimes you just have to do it. There are times to hold on and times to just let go.”

That was his Boone! He knew about his own death. Was that a dream? Struggling to sit up, his eyes never left the younger man who knelt by his side. He touched Boone’s face in wonderment. “Am I dreaming?” The warm hand that covered his and the living pulsating skin that he touched, told him otherwise.

“Maybe,” Boone answered with a soft smile, the corner of his lips turning up in amusement.

Jack framed Boone’s face with both hands, his brown eyes gazing at the other’s face, remembering all the details he could. “I don’t care if this is a dream, a hallucination or if I’m dead,” he whispered with emotion, “I have this secret I wanted to tell you before – I loved you. It’s a crazy thing but…I couldn’t help it. I kept telling myself it was this island making me insane, playing tricks on my feelings… and then you died! And nothing else mattered. The insanity kept on, but I couldn’t forget you.” Then a thought struck him. “Are you here so I can say goodbye? Is this the way my mind’s dealing with my repressed feelings?”

The beautiful young man caressed Jack’s face with tenderness. “I don’t know what’s on your mind, Jack, but I can see your heart is suffering.” There was a sad look veiling his forest eyes. “I’m here because you need me here. If you need me here to say goodbye, then say goodbye. The Island likes you. I was sent to stop your suffering, and by looking into your heart, the island saw who you needed and that someone is me. So, here I am.”

Getting up, Jack tried to move away from the beautiful vision. “That can’t be right. How can this island make me dream of you?”

“Haven’t you seen stranger things already?”

Jack looked down at him. The rain had stopped making everything shine and glitter with the sun hitting the water droplets on the vegetation and …Boone. He looked like a rainbow after the rain. Yes, Jack had seen stranger things than the one he loved return from the dead in a dream. A dream that was lost to him.

Jack’s eyes became bright with moisture that had nothing to do with the rain. He dropped to his knees in front of the other man, tears running down his face.
“How can you still bewitch me like that, even after not being here with us anymore?” He felt his heart break a little more.

“But I am here, Jack. I’m here with you. I’m here…”

“Boone…” He couldn’t fight anymore. He hugged the younger man tight, enjoying the real feeling of warmth, of Boone’s arms hugging him back with as much longing as he. “I love you, Boone. God help me, I still love you. You feel so real!”

“I am real, Jack.” The whisper was soft and filled with caring.

So what if it was a dream or an illusion? He did look real, he felt real, he smelt real, and he sounded real. Jack decided to ignore what could or could not be and just enjoy the feelings.

He kissed Boone like he was a drowning man desperate for air. He tasted Boone’s lips, tongue, mouth, soul, drinking the sounds that was spilling from both of them.

“I’m going to make love to you,” he whispered in Boone’s ear, licking it, kissing his neck, his jaw. He was desperate to hold on to that dream. “Don’t let me wake up, Boone, please, let me be in this dream with you forever. Let me love you.”

“Jack...” The moan held pleasure and pain. “There’s no forever to anything. There are only here and now. That’s all we’ve got. Me, you, love, passion, lust…” Jack stopped his words with another deep kiss, his hands roaming over Boone’s body, divesting him of his drying clothes.

The forest was soon blanketing the two bodies, sounds rising with the mist of unmistakable passion. The island smiled and crooned, sending a flock of birds up in the sky, chanting to the warming sun.

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Jack couldn’t tear his eyes from the body resting on him. The one he was softly caressing everywhere he could touch.
Boone’s spent and sweaty body lay almost on top of the doctor, his dark sandy head resting on Jack’s chest, his hair tickling Jack’s nose. A lazy smile was carved on the older man’s lips. He didn’t care if this was real or not, for all he could care Kate and Juliet and all others could come trampling on them like a hoard of lost people. Boone was there with him.
Finally, he had consummated the love he felt for that gorgeous kid - in words and physically. That thought made him grin with smut. It had been even better he could have imagined.

Boone stirred and moved his head to peer at Jack’s face. “What are you glowing about? You smutty old man.” He joked with a happy smile. Lifting his upper body a little, he kissed Jack tenderly. The other pulled him up, making their bodies touch everywhere, the kiss prolonged in a lazily way, savouring the moment.

“You need to rest,” Boone whispered when their lips came slowly apart. “It’s getting late.”

Jack wanted to protest but his eyelids felt heavy. Boone petted his forehead and nose. “I don’t want to say goodbye,” Jack whispered fighting to stay awake.

“Me neither, Jack.” Boone’s voice was getting softer and distant although Jack still felt his body, as they hugged each other. ”I love you, too.”
Sleep pulled him into darkness peppered with greens.

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There were hushed voices intruding Jack’s blessed rest. There was something different! His eyes suddenly opened when he realized what it was.
Juliet and Hurley knelt next to him with relieved smiles on their faces. He looked around. It was getting dark, casting shadows everywhere. The ground was almost dry, the smell of wet warm soil permeating the air. He was dressed with no signs of having ever taking his clothes or shoes off and there was no one else there with him. He got up in a jump, startling his two friends.

“Jack?” Juliet sweet voice showed surprised. “You’re okay? Are you hurt?”

“Dude, we just found you sleeping on the floor!”

Jack was looking around, feeling despair wrapping around his heart. “Where’s he? Where’s Boone?”

Hurley jaw dropped in a theatrical way. He tried to touch Jack’s forehead only to have his hand slapped away.

“Did you hit your head dude? Boone is dead for over two months!”

It had been a dream then? Jack felt like breaking down. He bit his trembling lower lip to stop his emotions from overflowing. He remembered everything as vivid as had they happened for real. He still felt Boone’s kisses; he could still smell his scent on his body.

“Jack? What is it?” The sound of her voice made him feel worse. If before was difficult to reciprocate Juliet’s love, now it was impossible.

“I don’t want to say goodbye,” he whispered letting his tears fall. Hurley hugged him for the sake of it. He couldn’t stand passively and watch when there were people needing comfort. Juliet couldn’t understand why Jack was behaving so strangely, but she knew he was getting far away from her.

They returned to the beach, calming the others who had been worried about their doctor and leader.

Late in the night, Jack sat in one of the rocks facing the never-ending sea. He had tried to dream of Boone again but with no avail. He gave up sleeping and dreaming, then, and sought refuge in the landscape. He remembered when he had to save Boone from drowning. He was a lifeguard, Boone said. The memory made Jack snort in amusement now.

The sun would rise soon; the night sky was starting to melt into smooth, warm pastel colours. Another sunrise he would not see with Boone by his side. Another day of sorrow for a lost dream.

A ragged sigh was torn from the lonely man. He had wished to be with Boone, he had dreamed of it, and now he almost wished he hadn’t. To know what he lost was too painful.

A sudden wind whirled around him, drying his tearful eyes. He closed them for a moment. There was a light tickling on his left hand. Opening his eyes, Jack looked at his hand expecting to see an ant or other creepy insect. His face crumbled when he saw what it was. He picked the medallion with a black cord and he felt like crying again. He would recognize that square plate with a crux cut out in the middle anywhere. He had played with it amidst kisses on Boone’s chest a few hours before. He kissed it and held it to his heart, eyes misted with tears and a soft smile of hope on his lips.

Dreams are meant to bring hope.
Dreams are never meant to be lost.

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My Fanfiction - CSI New York - Feelings

teamane — Sun, 18 May 2008 13:09:53 GMT

Title: Feelings
Author: Teamane
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Mac Taylor/Don Flack
Word Count: Don’t know how to do that. I’m not counting them one by one! – 710 (I found it!)
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: CSI NY belongs to many others being Jerry Bruckheimer one of them.
Summary: An insight about their feelings in a small, shared moment.
Betaed by the wonderful and loved Myr - myr_juhl.

He should have left ten minutes ago, but a long day, filled with frustration had finally caught up with him, making him realise how tired he was.
He was trying to make a decent knot on his tie but his injured hands were making it difficult. He should have asked Stella for help. Next time he scraped his hands, he would not allow the paramedics to wrap them this way.

“Wrestling with a poor piece of cloth?” an amused voice startled Mac, making him look to the entrance. “You have no shame, Mac Taylor!”

He smiled at Don’s antics, letting the warm feeling wash over his bad mood. “You don’t know this one,” Mac answered with an exasperate sigh, showing the mentioned object to his friend, “This is the Tie from Hell!”

Don laughed and crossed Mac’s office until he was in front of the older man. Grabbing the dark grey tie, he examined it as if looking at a suspect.

“You know I’m a tie expert,” his blue eyes shone with amusement, “I know how to tame them.” He shook it, wriggled it and then pretended to calmly strangle it. Surprised, Mac laughed aloud at the silliness of his friend’s actions.

Don blushed for making Mac laugh, feeling self-conscious. He quickly sobered up with a little smile on his lips. Bringing his big arms around Mac’s neck, he arranged the tie around the collar of his light blue-grey botton-down shirt. “Let me help you, Manitas de Plata.” His voice was soft and low. “How are your hands?”

“Okay,” the CSI answered, feeling a little awkward having Flack knotting the tie for him, “Hawkes says I’ll have them 100% functional in two days. Right now, they don’t cooperate much.”

Breathing the air with Don’s head lowered almost touching Mac’s face, he could smell his cologne.

“Manitas de Plata was a talented classic guitar player,” he informed in a lower voice, finding Don’s proximity quite disturbing.

The detective smiled, threw him a quick glance and finished the knot. He soothed the tie with a lingered touch and a sad smile on his face.

Neither of them could find words to fill in the silence that shrouded them like a warm blanket. A blanket patched of unspoken emotions like friendship, gratitude, trust, and love. The love both felt and denied. The love both wanted but couldn’t have.

“What brought you here?” Mac asked, finally breaking the silence. He didn’t move away from Flack though.

“I thought I could give you a hand.” He raised his right hand in a mischievous way, carrying a playful smile on his lips.

Mac smiled and looked to his bandaged hands. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

The older man nodded, grateful for Don’s presence.

“I’ll drive you home, Mac. You can’t drive with your hands like that.”

“Thank you.”

The tall detective took Taylor’s jacket and helped him get it on. He was amused seeing the faint blush that coloured the CSI’s face, happy he was the cause of it.

He wished for so much more from the older man. He wanted respect, admiration, and companionship; all those things he already had. But mostly, he wanted to share his most deep feelings with Mac at the end of each and every day. But what he wished and what he had were two different things.

“I hope you see how lucky you are,” Don’s soft voice almost made the ex marine shiver. He felt disgusted with himself. He was too old for these things! He felt worse than a teenager; how ridiculous was that? “Why?”

“It’s not everyday you have one of NY’s finest to help you with your coat.” The flirtation was mingled with tease and amusement.

Mac found Don more than one of the finest. He was like a beacon, guiding him through some dark moments. His smile, his witty comments, his sparkling beautiful blue eyes… there were so many things in Don Flack that evoked an ocean of feelings in Mac Taylor.

He smiled. “Indeed.”

Wishing for what they couldn’t and didn’t have made them cherish all what they could get.

They walked out side by side, both enjoying the other’s company, both sharing the same fate of loving and being loved in silence.

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